#this might be obvious to others but oh well

[four-leafed-queer-gal]

Ooh, we're pointing things out? Okay!

Infighting is stupid. Stop doing it.

The tweet does not say "fuck Nazis," actually! It says "How to find Nazis: (1). Post... 'Fuck Nazis.' (2). Watch for the... 'Don't call people you disagree with Nazis!' comments. (3). You found the Nazis."

Did what thing?

The distinction is very meaningful, in fact. Just like the distinction between generalisation and oversimplification. Or the distinction between fruit and vegetable. Or the distinction between fascist and US politician. Or, to use a really good analogy, the distinction between square and rectangle! All squares are rectangles, nor all rectangles are square. Similarly, all Nazis are fascists, but not all fascists are Nazis. Make sense?

Oh, and what you're doing does help? Pray tell how?

And what you're doing doesn't distract? I restate, pray tell how?

He wasn't defending Nazis. Literally nowhere in that did he defend Nazis.

Hi! I'm USAmerican with very recent German family! And uhhhhh how about you shut the fuck up, "lol?"

False! Historians, people who actually care about language, and many others also make that distinction! For example, there's a difference between a fascist and a Mussolinic fascist! Wanna know the difference? Mussolinic fascists really like Mussolini and have the same policies and beliefs, especially about Rome.

If you're also German, so are yours. Congrats! This point kinda refutes itself tbh.

He could be Hindu, there's a near-identical symbol in Hinduism. Or even Norse Pagan, as one of the symbols of Thor is really damn similar. Of course, given the rest of the image, it's obvious he's neither. Well, he might be Pagan. I've met a few far-right pagans. But yeah, it's clear he's wearing it because of (almost) everyone's least favourite Austrian painter. But the point I'm making here: It wouldn't be hyperbole, that's the wrong word. It'd be an assumption. Do you know him? No? Then how do you know he's a Nazi? You can make an EXTREMELY well-educated guess, and you're probably right, but it's still just that. A guess.

Elon Musk is a Mussolinic Fascist and I stand by that statement. I'm a petty bitch and he did the saluto romano. It's kinda suspicious that you aren't calling him what he is. What are you, defending Mussolinic Fascism?

I don't really know enough about German politica to talk about the AfD, but to my knowledge, they aren't a Nationalist-Socialist party, and that's where the name "Nazi" comes from, so....

There was no "um ackshually," there was a "Hey, we should be careful about our word choices, because we risk defusing our own points if we overreach on any terminology."

We do! We also need to use fucking accurate language.

If people don't wanna get called a dumbass, they shouldn't act like one, yet here we are. Dumbass.

True, or they're a Neo-Nazi, which is like a Nazi, but, y'know. New.

Or a historian. Or antique collector.

He did a Mussolinic Fascist salute, he's a Mussolinic Fascist. I love being pedantic!

Correct! That's why we have a word for that! Damn, I swear I said it earlier, it's on the tip of my tongue...Oh yeah! Neo-Nazi.

So if they're Nazis, and they like what the Nazis did, they like what they did? I'm confised, I thought the Nazi time-travel program failed. How are they liking what they did?

He wasn't arguing. You started arguing, actually. Before you replied, it was just a statement, a word of caution about accurate terminology. As soon as you replied all pissed-off, though, you actually started arguing. About terminology. Good job! You've become the very thing you tried to destroy! Dumbass.

I love pointing things out. That was fun!

[prlssprfctn]

On Bruce's birthday, Jason gifts him a self-made intellectual game in a "resolve this case" style that contains a secret prize. And Bruce? Bruce loves it. He always likes resolving mysteries (you have no idea how many times he reread Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christi) and it is finally so refreshing to work on something... fun and not threatening others' lives! And there will be another prize as a reward? That's great! Brilliant, even.

The problem? Bruce absolutely overthinks the whole thing and instead of finding an obvious answer, he starts plotting insane theories and spiralling in the rabbit hole.

Jason, slightly anxious but hopeful: So, had you resolved it? Did you find what was the victim's last words? Bruce, running on 55 cups of coffee, with a mischievous glint in his eyes: Oh, Jaylad, don't even start. I am thinking between the theory regarding Russian spies and involvement of Epstein. Jason, double-checking his father's state, with smile switching on growl: What.

Bruce is so entertained and sucked into the drama of the fake case that he doesn't even realise that Jason is awfully close to throwing the whole tantrum. Because he didn't just put all his heart into this stupid surprise answer for Bruce to went in a complete opposite direction???

Dick, amused: He is so distracted that he refused going patrolling today and sent us. I can't. This is hilarious. Jason, kicking rocks in frustration: I might as well kill Joker while he is at it. He probably won't even notice. Damian: So, Todd, what is the secret surprise that you are so... hysterical? Jason: Nothing! It is nothing! I don't care! Tim, who looked at the case once and figured the answer out instantly: Yeah, buddy, that's rough.

Jason, a one week after, sitting on the tea ceremony with Alfred: Let me guess, old man is still hadn't figured out the mystery behind the case? Alfred: I am afraid he went... slightly aboard with the capacity of his imagination, master Jason. Now, if you allow me to ask... What was the surprise hidden in the victim's last words? Jason, sniffling: It was supposed to be "I love you, Dad. Can I return home?" Alfred: Alfred: You want to say that I could have my grandson back home a week ago, and we could already arrange and decorate you a new room, and have you over on every dinner, if your father wasn't this... complicated? Jason: Uh, I guess? Jason: Also, why did you just call him my father and not master Bruce... Alfred, standing up to take a riffle: Right now he is not my master. Just your father. Jason: Uh, Alfie????

[chishiyasdearjacket]

Secrets

Pre-Borderland Chishiya

Chishiya grinned—a rare sight—as he helped hoist you through his bedroom window, the pair of you landing on his bed with a soft thud. He quickly clamped a hand over your mouth, silencing any noise that might alert his parents.

You'd been dating Chishiya for a while now, but his parents seemed to despise you. Despite their lack of care for their own son, they thought you were beneath him, a distraction from his academic pursuits.

He grinned down at you, removing his hand and pinning your wrists above your head. His other hand grasped your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He was wearing comfortable sweats and a baggy white t-shirt, his hair a mess and uncombed—a welcome sight. You knew he rarely let himself relax like this.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, surprised by his sudden change in demeanor.

He chuckled, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin as his hands traced your sides. "I'm showing you that there are better ways to spend my time than studying."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Is that really you, Chishiya? The Chishiya I know only knew how to study."

He chuckled again, his hand running down your side and lightly squeezing your hip. "Oh, come on, what's that supposed to mean? You think I'm just some boring nerd?"

"Well, aren't you?" you asked, as if it were a matter of fact.

He moved his body so that he was hovering over you, his hips pinned flush against yours as he held your wrists against the bed, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips. "You really think I'm boring, huh? Well, I suppose I'll have to prove you wrong."

Your eyes widened when you realized what he meant. "Chishiya!" you whispered.

He leaned down, his face close to yours, his hips grinding against yours. A sly smirk stretched across his lips. "What? Too surprised? Didn't think I was this... fun?"

You gasped at his actions. "Chishiya, stop it!"

He chuckled, nuzzling his head back into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Hmm, and why should I? You seem to be liking it."

"Chishiya, seriously... what has gotten into you?"

He nipped lightly at your earlobe, before gently licking it, the warm, wet sensation making you shiver. "What? Am I not allowed to have some fun with my girlfriend?"

You rolled your eyes at his excuses. "You're allowed, but... this is just so new for me. What's wrong with you?"

He chuckled, his hands sliding up your body and under your shirt, his hands gently tracing the bare skin of your stomach. "Nothing is wrong with me... I was just thinking... we need some time apart from studies."

"Some time? What do you mean by that?"

He smirked as his hands went higher, gently running along your torso, his hands brushing against your bra before he pulled away, pulling your shirt off over your head. "Don't play coy, you know what I mean."

"Chishiya! Your parents are still in this house!" you rolled your eyes at him, reminding him how his parents despised you. "They don't like me, remember?"

"Of course, I remember. They've made it painfully obvious over the years. But, that doesn't matter to me."

He smirked at you as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned, pale torso, before pinning your wrists above your head again. "We have to be quiet, though. As to not alert them."

You blushed at his reaction. "Chishiya!"

He chuckled and leaned down, his chest pressing against yours, a breath away from your ear. "Shh, you have to be quiet, remember? Or do you want my parents to hear us..."

You blushed at the thought and still couldn't believe that the blonde would want them to do it. "You're being serious?"

He nodded, before leaning down and sucking lightly at the sensitive area of your neck, the sensitive touch causing you to shiver and let out a soft gasp. "Very serious..."

You looked at him and whispered his name, "Chishiya..." still very worried.

"Don't worry, they're probably already too busy with work to notice. And, we just have to be careful."

His hand traced down your side, gently massaging your hips. "I'll keep you quiet, if necessary. But, we really have to be quiet, love."

You gave up and just agreed with him. "Fine."

"Good..."

He smirked down at you, his hands slowly tracing up underneath your skirt, his fingers gently grabbing at your thighs.

"God, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this..." His breath was hot against your neck, and his hands continued to gently squeeze your thighs as he leaned down, peppering your neck and shoulders with light kisses.

"You're all mine right now..."

You breathed a small, "I'm always yours though."

Chishiya smiled, slightly, pulling back so that he could meet your gaze. "I know, I know, but... there's something special about the fact that we're here, right now, with my parents in the same home, and they have no idea what's going on right above them..."

You looked at him, not very surprised anymore. "Wow, you really have a weird kink."

He smirked, nipping lightly at your earlobe. "A little thrill just adds to the fun," he said, his voice husky.

His hands slid up further, sliding your skirt up until most of your thighs were exposed. He leaned back, his eyes hungrily taking in the newly exposed flesh, his eyes roaming over your skin as a light pink spread over your cheeks.

"God." He breathed in a reverent tone.

He leaned down, running his hands up your inner thighs and slowly spreading you open, his eyes locked on your face, taking in the expression you were making.

"I don't think you understand just how long I've been thinking about this..."

"I really don't understand... so just show me," you whispered, your voice a little breathless.

"Gladly..."

[juliet-017]

"Pretty Girl" - L. B.

Lorenzo Berkshire x fem!reader

Minors dni!

Warnings: Choking/breathplay, dubcon, slight edging?, nipple play (like one line), unprotected p n v, fingering, infront of a mirror, first smut so hopefully this hits, lmk if I missed anything

Synopsis: When all of Hogwarts gets together for a end of term celebration it can get loud, chaotic even, causing y/n (no use of y/n besides this) to step out and take a breather. Little did she know she was in for a night she wouldn't be fore getting anytime soon.

a/n: uhm this is my first smut ever.. also ignore the cheesy title im so bad at making titles

Word count: ~1.5k

The room of requirement was filled with smoke and heat, members of every house having got together to celebrate the end of the term, a rare occurrence of differences being set aside. It felt easier to take it in from the sidelines, not used to throwing yourself into large groups and making a scene. You nursed a drink while your friends gathered around you.

Astoria and Daphne having been eyeing different boys from the start, holding slightly arguments, left you to converse with Pansy as you shifted your weight some. “Stop being a spoilsport and come dance,” She practically shouted in your ear for the tenth time in under an hour.

You shook your head, downing the cup quickly. “ ‘m not drunk enough to embarrass myself infront of the whole school.” You reply, not even having enough time to slip away to get a new drink before Pansy has you by the wrist, forcing you out towards the large crowd and closer to the center of it.

And as if fate allowed it, the alcohol hit at the perfect time, feeling yourself let loose slightly, moving to the music at a slow and sensual pace.

“See it's not all bad, is it?” Pansy teased, more so looking around the crowd as if trying to spot someone more than enjoying the moment.

You tried to make any glances less obvious, still aware of your surroundings and glances but a little more carefree than your typical rigid demeanor.

“Finally, there you are!” Pansy shouted exasperated, throwing her arms over Draco's shoulders and snogging him without a second thought.

You halted, giving a flushed wave to the other boys - Theodore and Mattheo - having only had brief conversations with them before, but knowing enough that there's normally a few more in their possy.

“I'm just going to get another drink.” You excuse yourself, using the distraction to hopefully get some air.

All of the common room parties you've gone to have been nowhere near as busy as this, so you thankfully slip out into the corridor to catch your breath and relax.

“And what's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?” A voice hums, causing you to quickly jolt your gaze towards it, finding Lorenzo Berkshire right next to you.

“Shit- sorry, I didn't see you.” You reply quickly, your reaction time slowed and wobbly as you take a step back to make some space, shrinking yourself down slightly as well.

“No need for apologies,” He purrs, eyes travel you. “Needed some air?” He questions next, cocking a brow.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. It's just a lot in there.” You stammer, giggling the nerves off as you take to messing with your hair. “I wasn't sure if I'd go back in or-”

“If you need to freshen up I can get you into the prefects lavatory. I know the password.” He cuts you off, raising a brow.

You hesitate before conceding, it might do you some good to have some privacy. And maybe Pansy will give you a pat on the back for already going this far.

The walk is silent, awkward. you can feel Lorenzo’s hand on the small of your back as if to help you keep your balance.

“Why weren't you with your friends?” You ask eventually, looking up at him.

He always seems a bit thinner than the others, Theodore, Blaise, and Mattheo having him beat, meanwhile, Draco held a more lean build.

“I was on my way in, I just needed an extra minute.” He shrugs. “Why weren't you with yours?” He asks back, causing you to curse yourself.

“I was. I just.. snum away.” You argue, crossing your arms in defiance.

Eventually you both make it to the bathroom, you take the opportunity to relieve yourself, unsure of why Lorenzo deemed it necessary to enter the large bathroom with you but you brush it off.

It's easy till you're examining your self shamelessly in the mirror, trying to pick apart what you could do for a quick fix or what you'll just has to hope goes unnoticed.

What you didn't pick up on way Lorenzo approaching, that is until you feel his chest bump against your back, iliicting a gasp from you. “What are you even looking at?” He grumbles, staring into the mirror himself with a squint.

“Myself? What else would I be looking at.” You reply, shrugging at the obvious, trying to ignore the proximity.

“I dunno,” He shrugs, subtly caging you in, a mischievous grin forming on his face. “you just look a bit lost in thought, that's all.”

You shrug, mind lost in a drunken gaze as you look in the mirror for a moment longer. With a huff you make a move to turn around to head back to the party, finally realizing how trapped you are, feeling his length brush up against your ass.

Clearing your throat, you come back to your senses slightly. “W-we should get back to the party, our friends are probably looking for us.” You slur out.

Enzo hums, running a hand through your hair and ignoring your statement, one arm snaking around your waist while the other hand makes its way to your throat, squeezing slightly. “They won't miss us for a few more minutes.” He murmurs, burying his nose in your hair. “Smells delicious,”

A small whine escapes you, observing the scene in the mirror, feeling him grind against you.

“Always so quiet, off by yourself.. driving me crazy.” He mutters, the hand previously on your waist pushing your dress up before resting atop your panties, his thumb pressing down on your clit. “Every single party I see you at you're all dressed up,”

A soft moan escapes you, already trying to move your hips for more pleasure while your eyes get lost in the mirror, feeling your panties be pushed to the side as his fingers run through your slick. “Already so wet,” He purrs, leaving open mouth kisses on the side of your neck. “Are you okay with this?” He breaths the question into your ear, prompting a nod from you.

Teasing your entrance he slips a finger in, continuing with the smooth movements before noticing where your gaze is set. “Watching yourself are you? Filthy girl.” He taunts, clicking his tongue and adding a second finger, drawling out another sound of pleasure from your lips.

“Where else am I supposed to look?” You ask between moans, sarcastic.

“Excuses, excuses,” He chastises, making circles on on your clit as he squeezes your throat slightly.

You begin to feel heat growing in your stomach, writhing some in an attempt to fix it, screwing your eyes shut slightly. The tightening grip of your neck causes you to open them, trying to catch Lorenzo’s eye, he lets go slightly.

When you feel yourself getting close, he pulls his fingers out, prompting you to buck your hips back to chase the lost pleasure. “Please,”

“Patience, pretty girl.” He hums, squeezing your neck again, tighter this time. You listen to him undoing his buckle and pants with one hand, hearing his pants and boxers fall to his ankles.

Taking his length in one hand, Lorenzo pumps his already hard self, running himself between your folds before slowly pushing himself into you. He was much bigger than you expected.

A loud moan escapes you, strangled by the tight grip on your throat. Easing into you he groans, bottoming out. “So fuckin’ tight, so perfect.”

You feel him starting to move his hips, slowly thrusting, his free hand moving up to free one of your tits, palming it. He pinches one of your nipples, a whine slipping past your lips.

Your lips and fingers feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, reveling in the feeling of it while being fucked, eyes rolling back.

He lightens his grip slightly, allowing you just enough air to rid yourself of any lightheadedness, feeling your orgasm reapproaching as you clench around him. His hand that was formally fondling your tits moves back down to your clit, making figure eights on it.

“ ‘m so close.” You whine, hands tightly grappling the sink, watching yourself in the mirror with teary eyes from the pleasure. Your mascara messed up as your moans grow louder and more needy, fueled by Lorenzo’s own groans in your ear.

You start to meet his thrusts with your own, gaining more pleasure as your face screws up in ecstasy. You practically scream once you finish, going slack in Lorenzo's hold. He keeps thrusting, chasing his own pleasure, the overstimulation causing you to squirm.

After a few more thrusts he pulls out, covering your back in white, slumping against you.

“You did amazing princess,” He praises, kissing your jaw, both your breaths evening out. “now let's get you cleaned up, yeah?”

[dismalflo]

All this time

James potter x fem!reader who have been oblivious to each others feelings ✩ 1.2k words

cw; Idiots in love, mutual pining, fluff

an; first james fic!! my requests are open

If the mark of a smart man was knowing when he was defeated, then James Potter was the smartest man on earth. When it came to you he was utterly defeated, no matter how much he tried to deny it. 

‘Oi Prongs! Stop staring at the poor girl, you'll scare her off.’ Sirius teases stopping the trance James seemed to be in. He would like it noted he wasn’t staring, he was gazing. It sounds much more romantic that way he thought.

A rough, but familiar arm drapes over his shoulders as James turns to reply only to be met with Sirius’ knowing smirk, taunting him. He’s never been able to hide from or lie to Sirius. 

‘Oh god, I’m fucked.’ James moans, putting his head in his hands to avoid Sirius’ laugh.

‘You need to pull yourself together, mate. This is embarrassing even for you.’ A hard slap on the back and Sirius slinks away back to Remus’ lap. A part of him wishes it was Remus that caught him, at least he gives some advice before walking away laughing.

He glances over at the boys, only to be met with Remus’ encouraging nod towards you which he promptly ignores.

Before he was caught, James was observing you standing in the kitchen of Sirius and Remus’ flat talking to Lily and Marlene, you’d all sat down for the first time in forever to eat a good meal, have a drink and catch up with each other. He’s surrounded by all the people he loves, and yet when he thinks of who he wants the attention of his head just says; you, you, you. 

For a while James tried flirting with you, but you never reciprocated or seemed to take notice of it, so the only thing James can think is that you really don’t like him and that you might even find him bothersome. He's okay with fancying you from afar now, he's used to it.

He perks up again when he hears the sound of your laughter, looking up he sees Lily whispering something in your ear and the next thing he knows you’re looking directly at him. Oh shit. He's been caught and you’re going to think he's terribly creepy and never talk to him again. Oh fuck. 

He looks back down at the beer in his hand, as he tries to get the blush painting his cheeks under control. The next thing he knows there's a gentle hand tapping his shoulder, and looking up he sees the wonderful angel of a girl, you, who is surely here to let him down gently. You’re too kind to be mean about his obvious pining, he thinks.

‘Can we go have a chat?’ you say in the sweet tone you always seem to have.

He nods, trying to act casual, his heart clenching. This was it, he could already picture the awkward, pitying look in your eyes as you explained how sorry you were that you didn't return his feelings.

He stands up, forcing a smile, and follows you into the other room, not before sending a pleading glance at Sirius to be saved. You turn to face him, your expression unreadable. You seem fidgety, almost nervous?

‘So,’ you start, voice a little hesitant. ‘Lily said something earlier and I thought it was a joke, but she said I should ask you about it.’

‘Oh, what did she say?’ His voice was shaking with nerves.

You shift your weight on your feet, biting your lip. “It was about… you, actually. And me.”

"Oh." He nods, gaze pinned on the wall unwilling to meet your eyes. "Right. Okay." James is begging for you to get this over with, in his head.

You hesitate for a moment, and James looks up to find you watching him intently, your eyes searching his. ‘She said that you fancy me? And I wanted to know if it was true or if she’s just teasing me.’

‘Why would she be teasing you about that?’ James can't help but think this must be a joke at his expense and he definitely doesn't like this one.

‘Well… i think it's quite obvious that i've fancied you forever James.’ 

James feels like the floor drops out from under him. His brain stops processing, and for a few seconds, he’s sure he’s just imagining it. He opens his mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. He’s sure this is a joke, a cruel one at that. His brain catches up and he remembers that you wouldn't be so cruel, neither would any of his friends in the other room. 

‘You... you do?’ he finally manages, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud might break whatever spell has been cast on the moment.

You nod, a soft awkward smile tugging at your lips, and he swears his heart is about to beat out of his chest. ‘Yeah... I don’t know, you’re just so kind and sweet and pretty.’ You sigh, running a hand through your hair, clearly frustrated with yourself.

James realises all at once that he has been so incredibly wrong, so blind, this is ridiculous. 

He can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him, but as soon as he sees the look on your face—your eyes wide, a little hurt, and confused—he immediately regrets it.

‘Wait, no, that’s not what I meant,’ he stammers, his hands instinctively reaching for your shoulders, his fingers brushing the soft fabric of your shirt. ‘I didn’t mean to laugh like that. I just... I can’t believe it, that’s all. I’ve been such an idiot. I like you too. A lot. You never seem to like it when I try to flirt with you.’

You bite your lip, nodding, but James can see the hesitation in your eyes. He feels a pang of guilt, wishing he could take back the stupid laugh.

‘I—I just thought you’d never notice me like that. I’m always so... all over the place, and I thought maybe you thought I was annoying or... I don’t know,’ his voice drops and he sounds unsure of himself now, so different to the James Potter you know.

‘James’ you whisper, your hand gently covering his, the warmth of your skin grounding him. ‘I never thought you were annoying. I thought you were... funny and smart and so kind. I just didn’t know how to—well, I thought you were just joking around with me. I didn’t want to make things weird if that's all it was.’

He takes a step closer, moving one hand from your shoulder to your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the stray hair there. ‘I can’t believe this. You’ve liked me all this time?’ He repeats, still in disbelief.

You nod slowly, and it’s like the weight of everything you’ve both been avoiding comes crashing down on him. The relief that floods through his chest is almost overwhelming. He looks at you with all the adoration he's been trying to hide these past few months.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he whispers, those words only meant for your ears. Your gaze softens as you step closer to him, tilting your chin up, inviting.

‘Yes please.’

[mvlders222]

PLS PLS PLS MORE LOTTIE FICS 🙏 (I will literally take anything lol)

a/n ; this new season has given me lottie resurgence oh lawd... i feel like some of my fics are sort of the same but i can't get enough of it. maybe i'm incapable of writing angst... i like love too much...

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭

pairing ; lottie matthews x fem!reader

wordcount ; 1.5k

summary ; Lottie was the best friend you could ever ask for, but she wished it wasn't so. You loved her, of course, and so did she. But those weren't her true intentions...

warnings ; nothing, just fluff!

You loved Lottie and considered her your best friend. While you were her best friend, she wanted to be something more.

It felt like you’d known Lottie for an eternity, never really remembering how to live before her. You two were inseparable, and that didn’t go unnoticed by the others. You weren’t on the team, but you might as well be since you’re around so much. You were like their own personal cheerleader as long as Lottie was on the field.

Which was where you were now, situated on the bleachers with your homework in your lap. You would look up now and then to watch her on the field, effortlessly gliding along the freshly cut grass. You were waiting for practice to get out since Lottie was taking you home. You did this every day. Lottie drove you home every single day. Of course, you’d only get home after your time at Lottie’s house had expired.

No wonder why the others thought you were dating.

From the field, Lottie was stopped, looking out at you. She smiled when she saw you look up at her, showing her a small wave and a big smile. She reciprocated, showing her hand in acknowledgment.

“Have you told her yet?” Van saw this exchange and appeared beside her, looking between you and Lottie. Lottie reluctantly pulled her gaze away from you, now looking at her teammate.

“Told her what?” Lottie responded, only sparing the girl a glance before returning her attention to you.

“That you like her,” Van said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I think she already knows,” Natalie piped up, overhearing the exchange, once thought to be private. “Considering you can describe in perfect detail how the shape of her face changes whenever she smiles.”

“What? No, I don’t–” That was true. Lottie thought she hid it so well. “I don’t like her,” she confirmed.

“Nat’s right, though, you’re not exactly good at being discreet,” Van agreed with the smaller girl, disregarding Lottie’s words completely. She gave her a concerned look, seeing the weight of her feelings completely take over her mind. “Look, just tell her how you feel, and then you’ll know for sure.”

“Tell who what?” Taissa had now walked over, interested in the contrast from soccer.  Her eyes landed on Lottie, now suddenly getting the full story. “Oh, yeah, you gotta tell her.”

“Seriously, does everyone know?” Lottie stood there in disbelief from her teammates.

“Everyone except you it seems,” Natalie fired back. “Just do everyone a favor, and tell her.”

“Okay! Damn,” Lottie’s eyes widened, suddenly becoming defensive. “I’ll do it.”

The three others there let out a combination of sighs and small “finally”s, much to Lottie's annoyance. Coach Ben sounded the whistle, calling the team in for final notes and to conclude their practice. You knew you had about fifteen to twenty minutes before she’d be out of the locker rooms from changing to hang out with her. You thought that because of this routine, you still had more time to complete your homework.

Lottie had walked out of the locker room, duffle bag over her shoulder and letterman jacket folded in her arms. She walked out after five minutes. You had no idea what was different, or whether she had even showered or not. You tried not to think about that too often.

Just about five minutes earlier, Lottie had been pressured by just about her whole team to hurry up and get back out there. Every time she attempted to converse with anyone in her vicinity, they’d either ignore her or just mention you. At the very first mention of your name, she quickly shut up. But after constant reminders from her team, she managed to get out of there as quickly as possible. Of course, only to be met with you, so it wasn’t a big difference.

She watched you from the field, you still situated at the near top of the bleachers. You were so consumed with your work that if the kid you were babysitting had a slip and fall, you probably wouldn’t notice their screams until a whole five minutes later when a sudden headache would come over you.

“Hey!” Lottie called out to you, seeing your brow furrowed from the ground. You were so cute when you were focused on being smart. You were even cuter when all your attention was on her. You looked up and your eyes fell on Lottie, her expression unreadable from afar. “You comin’?”

It quickly processed in your mind what she had said, still slightly confused by her sudden emergence from her sport. “Uh, yeah, hold on!” You shouted back, quickly closing the open binder in your lap, and shoving away any other accessories into your bag. You slugged it over your shoulder and quickly made your way down the steps. When you met her at the bottom, you quickly took her right side and continued to walk to the back parking lot where her car was parked.

“So, you were out earlier than usual,” you started in an attempt to make conversation. She had been quiet so far, maybe she was hyper-focused on getting home or simply away from school.

“Yeah, it was just a scrimmage. Only a couple of games today,” she responded, a little hesitant, of course.

“That’s not what I mean,” you confirm. You tilt your head in an attempt to make eye contact with her, trying to get her attention since she won’t look at you herself. “And you’re acting weird now. Did something happen?”

“No, I, uh…” Lottie stopped in her tracks and begrudgingly looked at you. You stopped a step ahead of her, turning back to look at her. You were gorgeous. Even during the smallest moments like this. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

You both stood in your places, neither of you bothering to move toward each other. You furrowed your brows, becoming concerned at her words. “Is there anything I can do? I hate to see you like this.” You always knew what to say, and at the moment, Lottie hated that.

“No!” She answered, maybe a little too quickly. “Um, no… you wouldn’t understand.” But, oh, how she wished you would. She continued walking to her car, deciding to move without you.

“That’s rude,” you mumble. You slightly scowl as she brushes past you, seemingly ignoring you. Despite this, you follow her a couple of feet behind. She doesn’t slow down. In fact, it looks like she’s trying to leave without you. “Hey!”

You pick up the pace, taking a slight jog to reach her before she can even open the door to the driver’s seat of her car. She still won’t turn around or respond to your calls. You put a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to face you. “What is going on with y–”

But before your eyes could be on hers, her lips were on yours. It only took a moment before you could melt under her care. Her hands grabbed at your arms before moving down to your waist, and then finally resting on your hips. You couldn’t decide on her shoulders or her face or her-

“Relax, okay?” Lottie mumbles, her lips barely breaking away from your own. God, that made you weak. You finally decided to hold her face in your hands, delicately to not break the moment you two currently share.

Lottie clearly didn’t have the same concern, turning you too around so your back was to her car. As if she wasn’t close enough already, she pushed you further against the car door, squeezing at your hips that were flush against hers.

The two of you pull away for air, Lottie choosing to rest her forehead against yours. She giggled looking at your now smiley expression, contrary to the one you had just moments before. “I’m glad you feel the same way,” you whisper, as if anyone else would hear.

Before she could respond, however, the sounds of cheering and shouts reach your ears from across the lot. You both turn to look at the source, not daring to pull away from your current positions. The culprits are Van, of course, along with Tai. You smile at the other two, finally putting the pieces together.

“Go home!” Lottie shouts at the other two, playful but still a bit embarrassed. She looked at you, “I’m sorry about them, really, I–”

“I’m guessing they knew the whole time?” You interrupt her, because, no offense, but just a moment ago she was ignoring you to your face.

Lottie blushed, even more than she had been before, giving you a sheepish smile, “Yeah, sort of. I didn’t even have to tell them.” “I guess, it takes two.” You shrug, “We weren’t exactly discreet.”

[fernsproutxx]

oh… i feel like i just gained forbidden knowledge, it’s not that hard to find if you really go looking though. it was amazing really, because it felt really cool and dumbfounding that this isn’t more common knowledge

but also makes sense, since not everyone gets invested in the lore of a small indie game development studio hahahah

(i've already shared this whole post's information at the wrong organ discord server almost verbatim, but i thought that the tumblr crowd might enjoy this too. i was told that i made some really good sleuthing with this hah)

it's about game files, textures, design details, and a previous project from the developers at wrong organ, which tie back into mouthwashing, at least in a subtle way in my opinion

it’s more about jimmy’s character design actually i know he was stated to purposely look like "your average joe" but personally i think there is more to it that wasn't mentioned, so strap in because this post is a little long…

okay… so!

some weeks ago i saw a post here on tumblr about an unused horse asset in the game files of mouthwashing, along with other multiple models and textures, and i thought it was interesting, but didn’t pay much mind to it

but yesterday i went around looking at the developer socials, as one does. first the wrong organ twitter account, which isn’t that hard to scroll at the bottom

i was looking at their mouthwashing memes really hahah

but then i saw in one of their old posts that someone asked about what happened to a shooter that was being developed, to which the account replied that it was sadly cancelled, and i thought “huh, i didn’t know about that, i wonder how it looked…”

cue more scrolling and a jump to johanna’s account

(she's wrong organ's co-founder by the way, obviously there’s people everywhere who don’t know this lol)

first i only looked at her retweets really, a bunch of outstanding mouthwashing fanart, but when i saw in passing mention that she also does art and i went "AWOOGA¿! FELLOW ARTIST SPOTTED"

immediate jump to her media tab so i could scroll from bottom to top

and oh boy

was i in for a surprise

remember the unused horse in the game files i mentioned earlier¿ YEAH THAT HORSE

well

going through johanna’s twitter gallery things started to connect, and man oh man… [VINE BOOM SFX]

my first thought was

"HUH… that reminds me of someone……… and i’ve seen that horse before…………… surely not"

but that wasn't it

also remember when only recently people was like just noticing that jimmy had a faint scar on his lips¿ which in turn ensued a ton of fanart that included that miniscule detail¿

man… it’s so fucking obvious now—

🤦

he’s a reused asset

WHICH MAKES SENSE BECAUSE TIME SAVING IN GAME DEVELOPMENT IS CRUCIAL

BUT BROOOOOOO HOW DID NO ONE KNOW THIS¿¿

it was hilarious when i shared this in the server because with this we finally knew where some of the emotes in there originated from, one of them being this protagonist's face hahah

here’s more about it for the curious

the thing had plenty of models and animations already made too like, dude…

the fucking hair texture

THE TEXTURE

reusing assets my beloved

it's a real shame that game got cancelled, it looked very cool…

here’s a funny tho (me when honse)

it even got to the wishlist stage, but ultimately it faded away 😔

anyways, horse rider with long rifle jimmy ancestor you will always be missed, see you space cowboy… and fly high

hope you enjoyed reading my 3am rabbit hole on this niche piece of lost media heheheh :D

[kpopsexstories]

One-shot #21: NCT Jaemin has sex with an older woman

This is the 21th story of my broader Mixed One-shots series and the 6th and final NCT Dream MILF story. Previous parts:

Jeno

Jisung

Haechan

Chenle

Mark

Celebrity: NCT Jaemin

Sex Content: Jaemin has rough sex with a mysterious older woman who might be a crazy sasaeng.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 3.5k

When they met in the hotel corridor it was almost as if the woman had planned it. She was mysteriously lingering outside Jaemin's door, in a sexy dress too hip for her age and with a naughty smirk on her face. He found it awkward the way she eyed him when he got his key card out and opened the door, finally ready to go to sleep. Yet she was appealing and attractive which also made him curious.

His friends were long since in bed. He was the last one to turn in. The woman put a foot in the door when he tried to close it.

Jaemin's heart stopped. Uh-oh. Sasaeng alert.

She was significantly older than him. She could have been his mother. But the way she moved and dressed, in a seductive and confident way, made Jaemin feel sexually drawn to her.

He was also more than a little drunk.

She's not a fan, Jaemin thought. Maybe she's a prostitute...

“I know what you're thinking,” the woman said. “I'm not dangerous, I promise. I just happened to see you at the bar earlier.”

Jaemin struggled not to look down at her revealing cleavage. “I saw you too,” Jaemin admitted.

“Can I come in?” the woman asked. She pouted her lips heavily covered in makeup and brushed her hair to the side. She seemed to simultaneoulsy know him and want to fuck him, and to no fault of his own – well, maybe it was entirely his own fault – Jaemin fell for it.

He should have been more worried. The right and obvious thing to do would be to dismiss her and quickly close the door. But he was simply too tipsy to care and too drawn to her to let this opportunity slide. So Instead he invited her inside.

In this moment he wasn't at all scared of the sexy and sensual woman. She could rob him, kill him, over-charge him for whatever they were about to do, take private photos of him… the risks and possibilities were endless. But instead of turning her away, he stopped fighting the foot and let her in before anyone would see them.

If she was indeed there for sex he was super excited about it. Jeno had been bragging about fucking older women in the past, and Jaemin wanted to try it too.

*****

Before Jaemin knew it he was in his room and down to his underwear. A mature woman sat naked and wet in front of him. They'd been making out, passionately undressing each other, fingering and massaging each other's privates.

It felt surreal, but intriguing and fun. His young mind and throbbing dick were over the moon with joy just to be there in this moment.

The woman lay down on her stomach on his bed. She spread her thighs for him and turned her head, to see his figure as he climbed on top of her from behind.

“Fuck me, big boy,” she ordered in a deep voice.

Jaemin pulled himself up on his arms and looked down over the woman's bare back and shoulders. She wasn't young, slim or fit, but her confidence and personality made her insanely attractive. The way she exposed her rear end to him and invited him to have his way with her made his jaw drop.

He slowly thrust his hips above and behind her, his dick gliding along her slightly wrinkly cheeks, through the crack of her saggy ass. He closed his eyes and groaned as the friction produced an intense pleasure which ran from his groin to his heart.

When he moved his ass further back, the dick slipped and fell onto the mattress. When he pushed it forward it slid under the woman's body, poking around between her legs.

She raised and angled her ass so he could find the way. He reached down to aid and aim the movements of his dick. Eventually the head pushed gently into her vagina, stretched her loose but dripping folds.

When it did he couldn't hold back any longer. The realization that this was really happening, and the consequent acceptance of the fact that she was there and offering her body to him, sank in fast and hard.

Jaemin grimaced when the wet pussy devoured his shaft. When it swallowed it whole he let out a deep sigh of lust and desire.

It felt great. Amazing and wonderful. He'd been horny all night, and had been undressing her with his eyes already at the bar. Just as she had been eying and undressing him. This was just what they both wanted and needed.

Jaemin was excited about the whole situation, as strange as it was, and felt great about the fact that someone like her wanted his body and allowed his young self to fuck her like this. It made him hard as hell.

Jaemin was no stranger to sex. He liked it wild and rough. Most girls he'd ever been with were timid and careful.

Not this woman. She had come on to him strong and suggested things he'd only ever dreamed about. It was as if she could read his mind.

“Mm, yeah, fuck me big boy,” she repeated. “Yes, your big cock feels so good.”

The words triggered Jaemin. He quickly straightened his arms, a hand on the bed on either side of the hot milf, raising his upper body above her.

He quickly started thrusting fast. His thigh muscles tensed and he kept making grimacing faces of pleasure. He started groaning, wild and animal-like, as the woman's ass cheeks clapped against his groin and his dick was lubricated by her juices.

“Mm, yes, fuck me!” she exclaimed.

“Mmpfh, fuck, you're so tight,” Jaemin lied. For some reason it felt like the natural thing to say.

“Yes, right there, oh god you're so big!”

Jaemin changed his posture. He wrapped an arm around the woman's front, pushing his hand in between her and the mattress to feel her busty front. He put his weight on his elbow and squeezed her soft side, his free hand sliding down her body and onto her hip and thigh.

The woman turned her head away from the pillow and grimaced, as the weight of his body pressed down hard on her. He was muscular and fit, and his broad shoulders covered her neck and shoulder blades.

He moved his ass quickly up and down, pushing his dick deep inside her. His balls dangled between his legs, repeatedly slapping against the insides of her thighs.

“Yes, yes, YES!” she screamed.

“Huuh, Huuh, mm, Fuuuck!” he kept moaning and groaning.

The woman suddenly rolled. She turned her body sideways and Jaemin's relatively small figure fell off her. He hugged her from behind, dick still inside her, while her back and ass rolled on top of him and she climbed onto his crotch.

She put her hands on the bed behind her and arched her spine. Jaemin, also on his back, raised his head to look down at her ass on top of him, and his shaft which pointed straight up and slipped in and out of her. The head was clinging to the edge of her pussy for dear life, nearly falling out of her several times.

The woman relaxed and lay down on his stomach and chest. He reached around her front, caressing her wonderful breasts. Then his hand found its way to her vagina, where his fingers became moist from her juices and his pre-cum, as he pushed them inside and shared the space with the cock.

Jaemin relaxed too, focused on the sensation of his dick and fingers inside her. The woman started moving her hips and ass up and down, slightly adjusting the angle so the head and shaft could find her clit.

“Mmm, you feel amazing,” Jaemin whispered when he buried his head in her neck and smelled her hair. “Who are you?”

The woman didn't answer. She kept rocking her body on his a few more times, then sat up straight and turned around.

“Take me against the wall,” she said. She stood up and Jaemin's dick fell out of her and onto his lower stomach.

Jaemin was surprised at first. The woman glanced down at his dick and smiled. “Mm, so big,” she said and grabbed it, then pulled to get him to come with her. It made him forget about everything other than her.

He scooted down the bed and sat up on the edge. She took his hand as she started walking toward the wall. She faced it and he positioned himself behind her, and soon the dick was back inside.

He pushed her head against the hard surface in front of them. She stuck her ass out so he could penetrate her more easily. He widened his stance and bent his knees slightly, to get the perfect angle.

The dick pushed up and out into her pussy. When it was inside her he hugged her from behind, and kissed her cheek while he panted lowly by her ear.

“Mm, I can't believe I get to fuck you,” Jaemin moaned.

“I can't believe you want someone like me,” the woman admitted.

“Are you kidding me?” Jaemin said. “You're so fucking sexy.”

That's exactly what the older woman wanted to hear. That young men desired her. That they still found her attractive and hot. That she still had it in her, to pleasure and satisfy any man. She was not a sasaeng, and she didn't care that Jaemin was famous.

“Mm, yes!” she exclaimed when Jaemin hit her in just the right spot. It prompted him to fuck her harder.

He pushed her sideways along the wall. She grabbed on to a desk which stood beside them, and spread her legs wide behind her. The desk rattled as the violent sex continued.

Jaemin grabbed the woman's hips and stretched his arms long, leaning backwards to see all of her. He thrust hard and fast behind her, deep into her pussy. She closed her eyes and whimpered, moaning the same word repeatedly: “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

The clasping sound of Jaemin's crotch hitting her ass again and again filled the room. The desk kept rattling and slamming against the wall. His strong arms and abs tensed and flexed, and his buff chest became even more defined as it was pushed together between his biceps.

He looked down at the shaft which went in and out at a high pace. Then he threw his head back and grunted wildly at the ceiling.

“Ahh, ahh, fuck yeah, you're so hot!”

“Yes yes, fuck me harder big boy!”

“Mm, mm, you're so fucking tight!”

“Yes, yes, JAEMIN, JAEMIIIIN!”

Jaemin reached his climax just as she screamed his name. The intense sensation made him ignore what she just said. He abruptly let go of her body and pulled out, then took his erect cock and stroke it furiously, his brain numb and unable to register anything beyond the immense pleasure.

She realized what was happening behind her and quickly swirled around. She sat on her knees and opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out and let his head rub against it as he jerked off.

Jaemin erupted in her face. “M-mm, mmm-mmmpfh!” he said when he came.

She quickly closed her eyes, and his sperm shot onto her lips, nose and eyelid.

He stared wide-eyed down at her, at her facial features and the makeup she'd put on, and at the cum which now covered half of it.

“Mmm, mmm,” she said when she closed her mouth around the head and licked his cock.

“Haaah, Haaah, Haaah,” Jaemin heaved loudly over her. “Ahhh, fuckin’ hell! That was incredible!”

His chest was pumping. His abs and tiny waist kept moving in and out with each deep breath. His face was red and flustered, and his dick was still large but gradually softening.

She sucked up as much cum as she could and swallowed. He grinned down at her, amazed by what she did to him, and what she let him do to her. He wrapped two fingers around the root of the shaft, and playfully slapped her face with it while grinning.

It made her cuckle. She stuck her tongue back out and licked. Then she slowly started to get back up on her feet.

She put a hand on her knee for assistance. “Mm,” she grunted and her face seemed pained.

Jaemin looked her in the eye and smirked. “Wait here,” he said and abruptly walked away from her. He went to get a towel from the bathroom. She admired his cute, tight ass, and when he returned toward her with the towel in hand, his half-hard big dick which was swinging from side to side.

They giggled and smiled at each other when he wiped the cum off her face.

“So, who are you?” Jaemin asked. Then his smile went away. Now that his mind was no longer clouded by sex and desire his heart sank a little. “I never told you my name.”

The woman realized her mistake. She suddenly pulled away from him, and picked up her dess and the thong which Jaemin had taken off her with his teeth.

She put her clothes back on. Jaemin looked on, somewhat stunned and confused.

“Thanks,” the woman said and smiled when she was dressed and put on her high heels. Then she came in and gave Jaemin a final kiss on the lips. “I should go now.”

Jaemin watched in silence. The woman bolted just as quickly as she had appeared. He just stood there, wide-eyed and with an open mouth.

Then he went and threw himself on the bed. He stared at the ceiling, naked and happy, and smiled wide to himself.

That was amazing, he thought. It didn't matter who the woman was. He was safe and satisfied. She never had her phone out and he didn't think there was ever a chance she could have stolen anything. There was probably nothing to worry about.

*****

When the boys of NCT Dream came down from their hotel rooms for breakfast they were giddy and excited. They all had a certain glow to them, and there was a good reason for it. It was afterglow, following a brief but passionate sexual experience with a hot milf.

None of them had told a soul, but they were all dying to tell their friends about the insane thing that happened last night.

“You're not going to believe this,” Jeno said confidently and with an enormous grin on his face, as everyone was finally gathered around a restaurant table.

“I have something crazy to tell you,” Jaemin interrupted, but he was happy to hold on to his secret a little longer to let Jeno tell his story first.

“Why are you so happy?” Mark teased and punched Jisung on the shoulder. “Did you get lucky last night or something?”

Jisung smirked and gave all his friends a naughty side eye. That's exactly what he did, and he couldn't wait to tell them all about it.

“Believe what?” Chenle asked and curiously looked at Jeno.

They all had something exciting to share. They all could barely wait to share it. And they were all being secretive and holding back, waiting for the right moment. A story of this magnitude deserved everyone's undivided attention.

“A woman came on to me last night,” Jeno said and grinned from ear to ear. “We had the most insane sex in an apartment she borrowed.”

Jisung became wide-eyed and a little surprised. “So did I!” he muttered and smiled wide.

Mark was curious by what his friends were telling him. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. The same thing happened to him, though in his case it was in his hotel room and the woman had brought a friend.

“Who?” Jaemin asked with suspicion and looked at Jisung. For a second he thought it was with a girl their age whom they might all know.

“I dunno, that's the crazy part,” Jisung said. ”I don't even know her name. But she was amazing!”

“What?” Mark exclaimed. He looked sceptical and tried to hide his emotions. “I met someone too. She was crazy! Such a MILF.”

He instinctively gave Jisung another playful hit on the shoulder, as if to congratulate them both on an achievement.

“Wait, this happened to me too,” Haechan said. ”She came on to me at the hotel yesterday, and came to my room too. She was older, but damn I've never had such good sex before.”

Something was starting to dawn on several of the boys, whose expressions changed from playful, naughty and proud, to serious and a little concerned.

“How much older?” Jeno asked and looked around the table, fishing for clues.

“I dunno, a lot,” Haechan said.

They all glance at each other, and Jeno reached into his pocket for his phone.

“So, who here had sex last night?” Mark asked. Everyone around him raised a hand.

“You don't think… she's a fan?” Haechan asked, suddenly looking worried.

“Was she a milf?” Jaemin added to the line of questions. Everyone nodded in agreement while they turned their heads from side to side.

“Did you know her before?” Jisung asked.

“No,” they each muttered.

“Never met her,” Jeno concluded. He opened the photo app on his phone and found what he was looking for. “Is this her?”

Everyone leaned in to see as he held the phone up. They stared at the face and body of a mature, naked woman flaunting her saggy skin on a bed.

“Yes!” Jaemin exclaimed.

Mark burst out laughing. “That's her!”

“What the hell?” Chenle said and frowned.

“Does anyone know who she is?” Haechan asked.

“No,” Jaemin said and his eyes widened. “But she did know my name. I'm pretty sure I never told her.”

Renjun, who was the only one who had remained quiet and clueless throughout the conversation, leaned in close in front of the others. How come everyone had had sex except him? He got a good look at the screen and suddenly reached out. He grabbed the phone and abruptly yanked it from Jeno's hand.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” he exclaimed, so loud that several guests from other tables turned to look.

“What?” Chenle asked. Everyone was suddenly looking at Renjun, confused and surprised by his horrified expression.

“What is it?” Haechan asked.

“Do you know her?” Jeno added.

“Did you have sex with her too?” Mark wondered.

Renjun looked flabbergasted. “No!” he erupted, visibly distressed and suddenly turning red.

“Then what is it?” Jeno asked.

Renjun didn't know what to say. He felt like he wanted to die. This was horrible, and he could kill the woman for what she'd done.

“Tell us!” Haechan ordered.

Renjun looked around the table, shock and horror on his face. “That's my fucking mom!”

They all became quiet. For several seconds they just sat there, stunned as they processed the revelation. Then they all burst out laughing.

“This isn't funny!” Renjun exclaimed.

But they all thought that it was. It had happened and there was nothing they could do about it now. Had they known they probably wouldn't have gone through with it. Probably. But at the same time, they had all just had some of the most amazing sex of their lives.

“We're sorry,” Mark said, tears of laughter in his eyes.

“Yeah, we didn't know,” Jeno said and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't stop giggling.

“She was amazing,” Jaemin teased.

Renjun hit him had on the arm. “Fuck you!” he said with a serious expression on his face. But the laughter was contagious, and no real harm had been done. He eventually burst out in a big smile, totally embarrassed but also somewhat amused by the whole ordeal.

*****

None of the boys ever saw the older woman naked again, or if they did they'd never admit to it. Some of them felt shame, though if anyone should be ashamed it was her. She was the one who had come on to men much younger than her, knowing very well who they were: the friends and colleagues of her son.

Any and all occasions in which parents were present and they met again became an awkward affair. The boys never knew if they should gawk at her large bosom, come on to her for a second round, or pretend they didn't know her. Behind the scenes, however, they all giggled and joked about their experience with Renjun's mother. What else could they do?

She wasn't at all ashamed though. All she felt was young, hot and desired. And that was really the only thing she was after.

[astoryscribbler]

I've just had a thought about Lego Monkie Kid. And Macaque's eye and how he got the wound.

I'm still new to the show and fandom but I've also been consuming it constantly for two months now. The show, edits, fanfic, all of it. So I've repeatedly seen that Macaque's scar in fanon is taken to be caused by Wukong striking him with his staff. The scar is made so much more dramatic than the one in the show in fanart, various fanfics I've seen describe their fight and describe Wukong only fighting with his staff (and killing Macaque with That blow).

This is to the point that in my own fanfic I've started writing ("Crystal Memories" on AO3) I follow this fanon line.

Here's the thing though.

The show presents the scar as being a slash. As in a cut from something sharp.

In S2 E7 Shadow Play, MK coming in to attack Macaque makes him have a flashback and he sees a silhouette of Wukong coming in to strike with a fist. Or maybe a claw.

This animation is even repeated in S5 E7 Into the Pagoda when Wukong is trapped by the Hundred Eyed Demon and he relives the moment he's fighting Macaque, and a purple Silhouette of a monkey comes in with a fist or claws. And it rips through the eye of the demon to free Wukong.

So. Did Wukong take his eye with his staff? Or with his claws?

I could see people saying that we know it's the staff because in S3 E3 when Macaque speaks to LBD we get that stylised flashback of the Macaque and Wukong fight and that shows Wukong with his staff in what we assume to be the Deadly Moment. However that I would argue is LBD portraying the story (since she literally showed herself as Macaque's saviour in those panels) and she already shows she's an unreliable narrator as SWK is depicted in his modern day garb. Not his Journey garb. So it's safe to assume that she doesn't know how SWK dealt the blow that killed Macaque.

But yeah, thoughts?

[puppppppppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[crimeronan]

I'm wildly curious, which if any of the big TOH twists did you see coming? Philip, Lilith as the one who cursed Eda, King's memories being fake, the Titan-Trappers being cosplayers, that sort of thing… (and of course the big one re: Hunter & Grimwalkers.)

i saw lilith cursing eda 100%. i knew that philip was going to end up Relevant to the main plot in some way, but i didn't clock exactly How until elsewhere and elsewhen. i guessed that belos might be human based on his cut ears in eclipse lake.... i didn't put together or understand the grimwalker thing (or the philip-and-his-brother thing) until rafi explained it to me after we watched hollow mind, EVEN THOUGH my brother had been texting me telling me to "pay attention" to the clues at the beginning of eclipse lake and at other points in the series. absolutely didn't even QUESTION that tarrlok was king's dad (or at least related to him).

there WERE a lot of other things i predicted.... except they were all related to characterization, not plot. i'd written fanfic scenes with luz calling hunter family and promising to protect him LOOOONG before TTT or any TTT previews came out. i predicted that luz and hunter were going to switch archetypes & that luz was going to have negative character development between s2 and TTT. i clocked REALLY early that amity's parents were abusive and that she missed willow & didn't actually have ill will toward her. i remember thinking "oh, i'd love to see willow fall apart, but i know she's the Support Friend so they won't actually go there" and then they went there.

when it comes to characterization, character arcs, and relationship dynamics, i'm Really Good at guessing where things are going. just based on the clues we've seen in the canon.

when it comes to plot elements based on similarly obvious clues?? Hopeless. Absolutely Hopeless.

[boyfriendyke]

there r a lot of things about the myth of psyche and eros that makes me a little insane but one of them has always been the tasks from aphrodite and the unfairness of it. they're not intended to be possible. they're so obviously not meant to be possible, and psyche isn't fucking hercules, you know, she's not a demigod or whatever, she's mortal and these aren't mortal tasks!! it's why psyche has to be helped with each one, fucking by like ants and river gods and shit. and so like. idk. i know ppl see psyche and eros as like a story about love and shit which obviously it is but as a kid psyche and eros always felt like a story about being able to accept help

[skunkes]

how did u feel about the 2nd Terrifier movie? i saw it on a first date so it wasn’t the best experience… but revisiting it I can enjoy it more. good sfx

So the first one is 1h30m i believe, and I know when I watched it and saw I was 40 minutes in i was like wow its been that long and it feels like not much has happened huh. But then it did what it did and it ended.

For the second one I was like oh its been 40 minutes. Hopefully it starts kicking off like the first one. And then after what felt like an hour only 10 more minutes had passed LOL and the entire rest of the movie felt dis way

I like that this one had more of a semblance of a plot... The clown cafe song is stuck in my head... Sfx is good but hm im not sure how to describe this....im not one of those "omg this is just a legal snuff film u guys are evil for watching this" people nor am i a "ermm if u cant handle this ur a prude and a little baby actually" person but more somewhere in between or outside. I love movie gore, when i was younger I watched Saw SOLELY for the traps, i didnt even know the plot until more recently LMAO

but obviously That One Scene...idk! I dont think it was too much in the "prude" way nor was i clapping and cheering but it did evoke a "ok come on wrap it up" feeling from me...like these faces combined...does dis make sense. Not walking-out-of-the-theater disgust and revulsion OR enjoyment/glee but just mostly straight faced this ⬇️

The first movie has a naked woman being split in half from coochie down so its definitely not the gore itself here that evoked this emotion ykwim

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

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maybe bsol is that time jen tepper mentions when she was so upset about a review of a show of joe's that she broke a glass (&/or threw it out a window)