#thoughts of mi

[itoshikha]

on another note about arcane though, i do think the writers really failed to convey any sort of positive outcome for zaun in season 2.

for one, sevika doesn't speak at all in ACT 3, nor does she get to defend herself or her people in any meaningful way. they decided to throw her into being a council member, but one person from zaun and 6 other from piltover? what kind of voice is she actually going to have in that repression?

secondly, the jinx supporter girl people have grown to adore, gert, was suddenly killed while fighting alongside her oppressors who wrongfully beat and arrested her, in the uniform no less. really? who thought this was good writing.

lastly, i'd like to mention the 'im the dirt under your fingernails' comment from vi. it's so excruciating for me how they decided to end on a line that's only purpose is to clearly solidify the vast difference in their social status and put caitlyn on a pedestal. i can't pretend that showing their relationship in this light is healthy. that's the thing; their partnership came down to the fact that they aren't actually equals. that vi is always going to be lesser than cait and can't ever level with her. im sick.

the main thing this show focused on in season 1 was police brutality and the wrongful centrist, capitalistic mindset and they've completely failed to prove of piltover's wrongdoings in season 2. the war didn't lead to anything better for zaun. piltover's still superior, and the cycle of fascism is only going to continue. they made tortured people put on their oppressors' uniforms, caitlyn and vi poisoning zaun's air and murdering innocent people was never addressed, and piltover also corrupting the air and water in zaun through the hexcore never had any consequences.

as many poc creators have rightfully said, it's obvious that this show was made by white people for white people. as a white, anarcho-punk teenager standing among you all, i want you to know i understand completely, even if i'll never feel what you do.

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[fluentisonus]

He added, after a pause: “Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.”

Les Misérables, Volume I / Book V / Chapter III, trans. Hapgood

[joneevarts]

I just want to be happy but rusty quill said no.

Elias' version

Edit: y'all this is Peter Lukas not Martin lmaooo (tho they do look alike, plus I didn't made his white hair strands visible enough so my bad)

[mishine-mi-gua]

who decided kissing is inherently romantic. or holding hands. i will find u

[permit-it]

Merry Christmas to those that celebrate, have this valvert tweet

[heesdove]

easy, ma – l.hs

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ ℒee ℋeeseung [희승] : 𝒟rabble!

𝓰enre. smut, fluff? .˚⊹ 𝓹airing. non-idol,,best friend heeseung x fem reader. ໒꒱ 𝔀arning(s). smut, pwp, consensual sex, petname use, praise, dirty talk, nipple play, soft dom!hee, sub!reader, piv, size training?, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!). 𝔀ord 𝓬t. 1221

𝓼ynopsis .ᐟ size training with your best friend during a sleepover. <3

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝓶i 𝓷ote. this is my very first time writing smut, please understand that i may be incorrect in descriptions– feel free to correct me and offer your feedback!

if you enjoyed this fic, please like and reblog! it's always appreciated :)

enjoy, my lovely readers. xoxo, mi. ‹𝟹

as usual, the morning began with breakfast at your favorite café in town– headed to campus afterward for your only lecture of the day. once you'd completed class, you'd returned home to relax until your best friend texted you, granting permission for you to come over.

from there, it remained ordinary as you gathered your sleepover bag and keys, shortly arriving at heeseung's within the hour.

he'd greeted you at the front door, smile on his lips and pearly whites on display. "hey, babydoll." his voice was raspy, as though he'd awoken from a nap.

"you okay? you sound tired, hee." you commented in concern, your voice so incredibly soft and sweet to him.

with a clear of his throat, he brushed it off by muttering, "just a long day." to which led you to step inside, your shoes abandoned in the entryway.

of course, you'd made yourself at home in his small flat– hints of you sprawled across the boy's space considering how often you'd see one another. you made way into his bedroom, plopping your tote bag onto his messy, clothes-ridden floor.

however, the air seemed unusual, tense even, as heeseung entered the room behind you.

pivoting, you face the boy with a skeptical furrow of your brows, eyeing him up and down– to which he awkwardly remains still, nervously shifting from side to side.

"why're you so quiet, seung?" you question with slight worry, yet mostly confusion due to his atypical silent behavior.

"babydoll." he tries to interrupt, taking a step forward as you continue to interrogate him.

"are you sure everything's okay? do you need some alone time?–" you continued to blabber, to which the boy paused right in front of you, hands settling upon your waist.

"y/n." his low voice finally reaches your ears, causing you to glance up and meet his eyes.

"i'm okay, really. it's just.. not something we freely talk about." he eases your concern, only to pique your curiosity further.

"but 's bothering you?" you ask yet another question, causing him to let out a soft laugh– earning a hesitant, half nod from him.

"well... i suppose you could say that, doll." heeseung responds, his lips curved in a soft smile at your attentiveness to him. one of his hands reach to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"then let's talk about it." you blurt, unaware of the topic on the boy's mind at that very moment.

"oh, you want to?" he questions, eyes darkening as he bites the corner of his lip.

"if it helps, mm-hm!" you confirm in a quick hum, nodding your head in gesture.

"alright, let's talk about it." he agrees, his lips curving up into a mischievous smile.

"see that, sweetheart?" heeseung questions ever so softly, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear as he stands behind you. one of his arms encircled around your waist, the other extended from beneath your arm, phone in hand– your instagram story from hours ago on display.

"oh! my instagram story? mm-hm." you recognize the photo of you in a pair of petite sleep shorts and the zip-up hoodie you'd borrowed from him. "is it 'bout your hoodie? can give it back, hee." you try to make reason of why he'd be upset, misunderstanding completely.

" 'course not, baby. want you to keep it, actually." the boy responds with a low murmur, his lips lingering dangerously close to your neck.

"wait, then what's botherin' you?" your obliviousness would typically annoy the boy, but in this matter, he'd hoped for you to piece things together yourself.

he stepped even closer, his figure practically molded to yours.

and that's when you realize the issue at hand.

it leaves you speechless, how erected his cock is, from viewing just a mere photo of you.

"y/n, please. i understand if you don't want to do anything intimate with me, but i need to relieve myself because it's so painful." he admits with a soft grunt spilling past his lips, his hips rutting forward and pressing his erection against the plushness of your ass.

"no!" you protest, shifting in his hold to face him. "i– i mean no, as in don't do it by yourself." you add quickly, hoping to avoid any further misunderstanding.

"i'm sorry?" he mutters in confusion, his brows furrowing in surprise at your response.

"wanna help, hee. can make the pain go away." you reassure, reaching forward to palm him through the layers of his sweatpants and boxers.

earning another grunt from the boy, he breathlessly agrees with a small "fuck," and nod of his head.

and that's what led to you straddled upon heeseung's lap on his gaming chair, naked and bare for his gaze– a sight he'd never forget, forever engraved in his mind.

not even sank onto his mushroom tip, you stare up at him nervously. one of his hands rests beneath the plush of your ass, the other extended toward your right breast, pinching and twisting your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

earning a whimper from your lips, the boy smiles at the sight of you visibly melting into his touch. "c'mon, baby. start with the tip, i know you can do it." he encourages in a gentle tone, continuing to pleasure you by fondling your chest.

" 'm scared, seung." you admit, exhaling as you decide to begin sinking down onto his cock, the stretch being uncomfortable– but bearable due to the fact it was only the tip.

"doing so good for me, angel." he hisses at the sensitivity, the bulb of his cock throbbing as your warm cavern enveloped him. "gonna have this pussy trained for me in no time." he adds, fighting the urge to buck his hips and rut into you successfully.

"mmph, hee." you babble in discomfort, remaining still for a moment before sinking down even further, half of his cock being swallowed up by your gunmy walls.

heeseung was evidently enjoying the experience, despite the delicious anticipation of filling you to the brim– his head thrown back as he groans, both hands now grasping your hips.

"easy, ma." he regains his bearings, returning his gaze to you as he tries to help you ease onto his thick cock.

gasping for breath, you decide to simply go for it– sinking all the way onto his size, hands grasping at his shoulders, biceps; anything to ground yourself through the pleaseurable pain.

it wasn't as though you'd never been dicked down before, just that you'd never encountered someone of heeseung's inches and girth.

"mm, you're so tight." heeseung comments, humming in satisfaction of finally being fully sucked inside of you. his hips buck, fucking his tip further past your gumminess.

"oh, fuck!" you release a high-pitched whimper, your lips parting in an 'o'.

"i know, ma. told you that you could take all that cock." he coos, fingers gripping the skin of your hips so hard that the flesh protrudes between his fingers.

it wasn't long before you'd begun to bounce against his lap, the squelching of his cock's constant enter and exit of your pussy sounding throughout the room.

between his groans and grunts, the boy continued to praise you, his newest little cockslut– only to elicit needy whines from your lips in return.

it was obvious that by the end of the night, he'd have you fucked to the brink of dumb.

[zqnl]

SLIDING INTO THE END OF CHRISTMAS (for me over in aus) WITH A BONUS MISTLETOE SCENE

[strawberryscare]

can’t stop thinking abt the only time we see carmy wear a The Beef tshirt is when he cooks dinner for claire. you know, the piece of clothing he refused for all of season 1 (when their restaurant was Actually called that) and asked everyone else to switch OUT of (to white shirts and blue aprons).

something something claire fundamentally does not allow carmy to grow as a person + represents carmy’s backsliding into his past something

[transrevolutions]

I don't think les amis are actually doomed by the narrative. in fact I think they're commended by the narrative. justified by the narrative. supported by the narrative. however, in an unjust society the 'narrative' of a text does not always have the final say in realism, and les mis quite deftly illustrates this.

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 19: The One Where I Perform Mis-Directed as a Three Act Comedy, Act I

The main characters star in a television series adapted from bestselling romance novels…

…called Leicester Square.

Hattie Murton plays Iris Pinkerton, “[a] living ghost of a person, so unimportant that she could walk amongst them tonight… She was simply beneath their notice, which made her to all intents and purposes invisible. It was terribly convenient.”

“Anthony [Rafe] was six feet tall and had a swimmer’s build. All lean elegant muscle.”

Anthony plays bad boy, Victor Del Vayo [sp], whose signature look includes – don’t say “pirate coat!” – no, a long cape.

Anthony also has a crazed fan...

"She’d turned up uninvited at his old flat a week later and bribed the security guard to let her in. He’d made it extremely clear to both of them that if the occurrence was repeated, they’d each be departing in a police car or a body bag."

Oh, and there’s a character named “Jake,” whose sexual chemistry with Hattie is described as “sparks in a damp firework,” a point that is driven into the reader repeatedly. The Jakolas “would have probably preferred it if this was a euphemism.” Alas, it is not.

Actual sparks fly between Hattie and Anthony during their scripted love scenes – although, based on the text, they are both drawn to each other before the filming of their season even starts.

“The fans have got you to where you are. We’ve been listening to what the audience is asking.”

“Lady Iris was getting a proper romance arc. Not just a series of mad sexual exploits and single episode infatuations with passing guest stars. A full on – and sweet Christ – a long-running affair beginning with a surprise kiss scene on Monday. Iris was about to fall madly and reluctantly in love with Victor Del Vayo.”

Oh, and did I mention Anthony had “grown up in Mayfair?”

Let’s not forget Anthony is also a writer…

And that Hattie’s loves some “[g]ood ol’ Irish tradition…” because her dad is from Galway.

Then there's this: “’The very sweet Sergeant Llewellyn,’ [Hattie] reminisced. ‘My personal favorite of Iris’s lovers…’”

And, of course, every single mention of Pride and Prejudice...

“[Hattie had] accidently seen [Anthony] in a production of Julius Caesar at The Old Vic last year during their summer break…He’d been arresting, engrossing, heart wrenching.”

Anthony’s character, Victor, wears a signet ring: “The ring was heavy silver. A human skull in profile with a ruby eye that could be spun in its socket.”

Okay, enough about the main characters.

Let's move on to those intimacy scenes…

“Everything felt off today.”

“If Stevie had thought they’d been lacking chemistry in round one, perhaps she’d decided to gift them with a bonding experience. A shared case of fake snogging and induced lockjaw.”

“And now suddenly… you’re touching for the first time in all these years. Lo and behold, caught off guard by the explosion of chemistry.”

“A nerve twitched under Anthony’s firm mouth. He’d well and truly lost the air of bored idleness now and when he put his hands on Hattie’s corseted waist and slammed his body up against hers, pressing her into the wall, there was nothing disjointed and indolent about the maneuver or the way her breath left her in a rush. The actual mechanics behind the lift and spin were controlled and almost shockingly gentle. He concealed one palm behind her back and took the full force of the collision with his own body."

“Hattie found herself treating that drop of perspiration as an almost spotting point, like a ballet dancer keeping their balance during a fouette.”

“A muscle in her neck was starting to cramp, as they paused there artfully for the cameras. She adjusted arching her back in an unscripted gesture that pressed their bodies closer. As her belly rubbed up over his and his sheltering arms flexed, a coiling full-bodied zing shivered through her like the subtlest flooding of spice and warmth and then a jolt of pure fizzing adrenaline… As Hattie watched, still oddly transfixed, his pupils dilated, just a bit."

“For once, or maybe the first time ever, [Hattie] wasn’t excruciatingly conscious of everyone’s watching eye. She felt frozen, distant from the surrounding scene yet conversely hyper aware of every angle and shiver and prickle of her own body…"

“The hallway, the cameras, the rest of the world, it all ceased to exist. Seconds were slipping into minutes.”

[itoshikha]

the love i have for shows like arcane will always persist, but as much as i adore being here to watch them, at the same time i despise this dull emptiness i feel after they're finished. it's like my soul left as arcane ended and now i'm just a husk of who i was continuing to live on.

it's weird: getting so consumed by a piece of media that it's so incredibly difficult to stand up from your computer and go live your life afterwards. it's only a temporary period though; a few months later i'll look back on it like a warm, comforting childhood memory.

i loved arcane. i love arcane. that's it.

banners /dividers by @/cafekitsune

[astayinwonderland]

SKZ Felix hard thoughts

a/n: these are just thoughts— smutty ones

+18 MDNI

you voted for an obsessed!felix and I shall deliver…

obsessed!felix will speak of you to the members at least 6 times in the span of an hour… “oooh someone likes somebodyyyy” chan would tease, and the precious little sunshine will roll his eyes

obsessed!felix who at first tries to hide that he is (very) into you, but his nervous laugh and curious eyes get the best of him when you’re close

obsessed!felix who just needs to see you one more time before touring, so instead of sleeping as instructed, he sneaks out to spend the night with you

obsessed!felix who video calls you late at night when he’s on tour because he can’t sleep without looking at you because “you are so beautiful, everything you do is perfect, my darling”

NSFW

obsessed!felix has no idea he is obsessed with you. he just thinks of you day and night, but how couldn’t he when everything you do drives him insane. that teasing smile you gave him earlier? yeah, his cock is still hard from thinking about it.

obsessed!felix has a secret he can’t even bring to reveal to you. your scent makes him go completely mad. it is what keeps him awake at night, when the rest of the members are asleep, he will sneak into privacy and bring out that pair of panties he stole from you and as he fucks his fist he brings it to his nose, picturing you whimpering and cuming for him

obsessed!felix who can’t stop, won’t stop kissing you til you’re both out of breath, lips swollen. “i could kiss you all day, mind if i kiss you here?” he works his way down to your collabone and the valley between your breasts, inhaling your scent. “shit, i’m already hard…”

obsessed!felix loves watching every single reaction you give when he fucks you. how your breathing becomes quicker, your eyes shut, mouth slightly open as your pussy clenches around him. “you like that, darling?” his deep voice making you even wetter as he enters you again and again. he wants to remember everything to replay it later in his mind.

[fluentisonus]

tbh really sad when the narrator is like "anyone who knew javert well would notice that [x subtle characteristic trait] was off indicating he was feeling [y]" (<- e.g. when he goes to arrest madeleine & his stock is askew or when he's suicidal & holding his hands behind his back) but like. there is no such person right. no one knows him that well. none of the other characters really understand or are aware of his motivations or character arc or even the context of his death. & like a lot of that Is his fault! but like I keep thinking. at least his musical self tells valjean about his backstory, I don't think book valjean or almost anyone else (except in an impersonal record keeping capacity maybe) is aware of that despite it being a Major element of his character & why he is the way he is. or like the entire chapter of javert derailed he goes through this whole incredible shift in viewpoint & no one ever knows about it & even his note he leaves which is genuinely a serious moment for him is just completely dismissed out of hand as his being insane by just abt everyone who knew him in life. I think the only little moment we get is when he says he'll wait outside for valjean & valjean pauses before he goes in like "this seems uncharacteristic of him" & that's it! his moment of being known & understood! which like again some of this is his own doing in that the way he lived his life prevented it -- I'm not saying the universe owed him intimacy or understanding or whatever & tbh he probably would have rejected it for a lot of the book if it were extended to him due to his own issues (<- which I'm sympathetic to also!!), but it's just so. idk. devastating that here's this whole guy we've spent so much time with that nobody in-book really knows or remembers correctly

[lakesparkles]

More of my Squid Game animal designs!!

These were sooo hard to do and I might redesign them later. But I do love how Mi-na looks

[guavagyal]

it is nice to see Americans support Luigi and bring up how evil our healthcare system is, I think it will fall on deaf ears with the next administration. Americans need to decide if our current healthcare needs to change or stay the same. so far, a lot of people in this country are squeamish about socialized healthcare.

I don't think Americans have it in them to unite & fight against the elite like it's Les Mis. we let the police & feds attack us while peacefully sitting down in a designated free speech zone. how does a revolution start with that and the fact that a lot of groups have no strong leaders or are unorganized?

a majority of people in this country simp for rich people like they're gods and don't realize that those rich people see them as human cattle. it's not to sound hopeless (but I am a little apathetic), I'm just realistic about how Americans are. face it, us Americans mobilize quicker for Stanley Cups & getting angry over pronouns than our rights. our individualism will lead to our downfall.

[younomnom]

i’m actually going through the process of GRIEF.