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[yoursinisforgiven]

PORNST☆R ──

pairing: jonah x reader (bartender)

cw: smut, afab reader, usage of the pet name ‘good girl’ and usage of the pronoun her once, pubic sex, vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), breeding (with intentions of pregnancy), making of pornography, bondage, usage of sex toys.

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Jonah had always known you were attractive—more than that, the two of you were attractive together.

A perfect match, some would say. The kind of couple that made people double-take, not just because of looks but because of how effortlessly you moved around each other, an easy rhythm that translated even through a screen.

At first, it was nothing more than passing mentions in his stream chat. Casual curiosities.

username: where’s ____? username: why isn’t ____ there, are they okay?

Fans had caught glimpses of you before—heard your voice in passing, seen the way you leaned against Jonah when exhaustion weighed heavy from a long bar shift. Some even went as far as making edits after subscriber Q&As, splicing together stolen moments: your tired smirk as you rested your head on his shoulder, his absentminded fingers threading through your hair, the way he always glanced at you when you spoke, like the rest of the world had gone quiet.

And then, of course, there were the others.

username: he’s too good for ____. username: they don’t deserve him. username: wish he’d break up already. username: how much you wanna bet their cheating?

Jonah saw those comments sometimes, tucked between waves of donations and praise, jealousy and possessiveness veiled in thinly disguised concern. His lips would press into a firm line, jaw tight, but he never entertained them. His fans didn’t own him. Certainly not. And more importantly, they didn’t own you. So he let it roll off his back, the way he’d been trained to after years online. If it didn’t bother you, it sure as hell wouldn’t bother him.

It was innocent. At least, at first.

Tonight was like any other. The apartment was dimly lit, the only real source of light coming from his monitor, the glow of neon icons casting a soft blue sheen across his desk. An empty energy drink can sat to the side, condensation pooling in a ring beneath it, forgotten. The faint scent of microwave popcorn lingered in the air from earlier, mixed with the comfortable, familiar notes of your body lotion—the one you used after showering, the one he always associated with the way you felt pressed against him at night.

Jonah had built a reputation for his late-night streams. A comfort for insomniacs, international viewers, and night owls who thrived in the early hours.

Meanwhile, you were in the living room, curled up on the couch despite his half-hearted attempts to convince you to stay in bed with him while he streamed.

“Falling asleep on live would be so embarrassing,” you muttered, dragging a few pillows from the bed, your voice tinged with exhaustion.

Jonah had only laughed, shaking his head as he tinkered with his mic. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. You do drool a ton.”

The pillow you launched at his head was swift and unmerciful.

“Ow!” he yelped, overly dramatic even as laughter spilled from his lips. You only leaned in, pressing a lazy kiss to his cheek before disappearing into the living room, leaving behind the faint scent of your shampoo—something warm and slightly sweet, lingering long after you were gone.

That had been two hours ago.

Now, with Friends reruns playing in the background—ads and all—he figured you’d long since dozed off, likely curled into yourself, one arm tucked beneath your head, the other resting over your stomach. Your phone was probably still in your hand, screen dimmed but not yet locked, a half-written text or an unread notification left abandoned.

Jonah was deep into Elden Ring, locked in a brutal fight with a dragon that had already killed him more times than he cared to admit. His chat was thriving off his frustration, spamming skull emojis and ‘LMAOOO’ every time he let out a groan of defeat. His jaw clenched as he dodged one final attack, landing a clean, calculated strike.

The beast collapsed. Victory.

He barely had time to enjoy the moment before a donation alert popped up on-screen.

The text-to-speech bot read it aloud:

username donated $30 “u and ____ should totally do onlyfans.”

Jonah blinked.

For a beat, there was only the low hum of the game’s background music, the faint cadence of laughter from the sitcom playing in the next room. The thunk of his water bottle as he set it down. The soft whir of his PC fans.

Then, his chat exploded.

username: YO?? username: LMAOOOOOO username: BRO ANSWER THE QUESTION username: CLIPPED username: DON’T IGNORE IT, JONAH

His lips parted slightly, caught between amusement and disbelief. His fingers stilled on the keyboard.

“Oh, we’re just saying things now, huh?” He leaned back in his chair, dragging a hand down his face, feigning exasperation as his chat continued flooding the screen with reactions.

But the thought had already planted itself.

Like a spark, it lingered.

Jonah’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips as his mind flickered to you—the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention, the way your body molded against his so seamlessly, the teasing glint in your eyes whenever you indulged the occasional flirty comment from chat.

Jonah exhaled, chuckling softly as he refocused on the game.

Still, the idea remained.

──

Jonah stirred awake to the feeling of movement beside him. He barely registered the warmth of your body shifting away, the bed dipping as you attempted to slip out unnoticed. His first instinct was to reach out, fingers curling gently around your wrist before his brain could fully catch up.

“…Where you goin’?” His voice was thick with sleep, gravelly and slightly muffled against the pillow. He blinked sluggishly, lifting his head just enough to see your silhouette against the morning light seeping through the curtains.

You turned to him, the faintest smile tugging at your lips as you gently pried his fingers away. “Work,” you murmured, voice still soft from sleep.

Jonah scrubbed a hand over his face, blinking away the blurriness in his vision as he glanced toward the nightstand. The red glow of the digital clock flashed back at him.

8:24 AM.

A groan slipped past his lips. Maybe—just maybe—he should start cutting down on the late-night streams. The thought of getting up anytime before noon felt like actual hell, and yet here you were, already dressed and ready to take on a grueling shift at the bar.

Still, as much as he wanted to grumble about it, he wasn’t quite ready to let you go just yet.

The mattress dipped again as you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, muttering a quiet, “I’ll see you later.” But before you could straighten up completely, Jonah caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face back toward him.

He kissed you properly then—deep, slow, lips warm from sleep. His thumb brushed idly along your jawline, savoring the way you melted into it, however brief.

When you finally pulled away, you exhaled a soft chuckle, smoothing a hand over his messy hair. “Go back to sleep, Jonah.”

He only hummed in response, lazily watching as you grabbed your keys and slipped out the bedroom door. The faint jingle of them, followed by the quiet click of the front door shutting behind you, was the last sound he heard before the apartment settled into silence.

Jonah lay there for a few more minutes, caught between sleep and reality, his body reluctant to fully wake up. But his mind wasn’t as kind. As soon as he turned over, reaching for his phone on the charger, the sheer amount of notifications waiting for him made his stomach drop.

The bright screen illuminated the dark room, nearly blinding him. Instagram. Twitter. TikTok. Twitch. His lock screen was flooded.

Confused, he squinted at the dozens—no, hundreds—of messages, likes, retweets, reposts, and tagged clips from last night’s stream. His DMs were a nightmare. His requests folder? Completely overwhelmed.

And then he saw the recurring theme.

Screenshots. Out-of-context clips. Tweets bordering on actual thirst traps—fan edits of the way he’d reacted to that single, off-handed comment.

It was everywhere.

His chat’s explosion, his flustered half-laugh, the way he’d wet his lips right before dodging the question—all of it dissected, analyzed, and turned into content overnight. People were straight-up writing essays about it.

username: bro the way he paused 😭 HE THOUGHT ABOUT IT. username: Look me in the eyes and tell me they wouldn’t make BANK. username: i would pay my rent twice over if they did. username: Y’all… the way he leaned back and laughed ?? that was NOT a no.

Jonah groaned, flopping back against the pillows.

Dragging himself up, he scrolled mindlessly, watching the absolute chaos unfold in real-time. People were even bribing him. Actually bribing him.

Direct Message Request: ”$200 donation if u just consider it.” “Jonah if you make an OF I will literally pay off your student loans.” “i got $500 right now bro no questions asked.”

He had to laugh. Had to.

Running a hand through his already messy hair, he opened his camera, snapping a quick, disheveled selfie. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, lips slightly parted, a vague expression of exhaustion and disbelief on his face. He barely even checked the angle before posting it to his story with a caption:

“y’all need to be stopped.”

Not a yes.

Not a no, either.

Within seconds, his phone buzzed with replies.

Jonah dragged himself out of bed, still scrolling as he made his way to the kitchen.

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The house was eerily quiet when you stepped inside, the kind of silence that made you double-check if you had actually unlocked the door or just walked into someone else’s place by accident. The morning chill still clung to your skin, lingering like an unwelcome guest as you kicked the door shut behind you.

Jonah’s car was parked outside—so you knew he was home—but something about the stillness felt off. Usually, even if he was holed up in his gaming room, there’d be some kind of noise. A YouTube video playing, music humming from his speakers, the occasional loud thunk of him bumping into furniture like he had no spatial awareness whatsoever.

You frowned, setting the small bag of groceries onto the kitchen island before calling out, “Jonah?”

A beat of silence.

Then, almost instantly, his voice rang out from the bedroom. “In here!”

You huffed, kicking off your shoes near the door before making your way down the hall. The scent of faint cologne and warm linen greeted you as you stepped into the room, but your attention was immediately drawn to Jonah—still in his sleep clothes, slouched in his gaming chair, scrolling on his phone.

His posture was lazy, one leg propped up against the desk, the other foot dragging slightly against the floor as he absently spun himself a few inches side to side. His hair was a mess, sticking up in places like he’d run his hands through it a dozen times, and his expression—furrowed brows, lips slightly jutted into a small pout—made it obvious he was deep in thought.

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms. “You look like you just found out your favorite restaurant shut down.”

Jonah barely looked up, but you caught the slight twitch of his lips, like he wanted to smirk but was too preoccupied. Instead, he turned his phone screen toward you, thumb hovering over a particularly bold tweet.

You squint at the words on his phone, furrowing your brows as your brain takes a second to process the tweet. The sheer audacity of it—someone casually offering thousands of dollars like they were placing a bid on an auction—makes you snort before you can help yourself.

Shaking your head, you plop onto the bed, phone already in hand as you scroll through your own feed. “I’ve seen that one,” you murmur, half-distracted.

Jonah’s chair creaks as he spins to fully face you, his expression shifting from mild disbelief to outright shock. “You’ve seen it?!”

You glance up briefly, catching the way his brows shoot up, mouth slightly agape. His reaction pulls an amused smirk from you as you scroll with practiced ease, fingers tapping against the screen. “Do you think I live under a rock? Plus, you’re trending.”

Jonah leans back in his chair, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “I’m trending?” He scoffs, then corrects himself, “We’re trending. The internet has officially lost its mind.”

He swipes through his notifications, the blue glow of his phone casting shadows on his face. His feed is a war zone—clips from last night’s stream, edits of the two of you, and endless, endless debate threads. Some fans are losing their minds at the idea, while others are calling it a marketing goldmine. There’s even a few suggestive art pieces that make him pause and blink a few times before hurriedly scrolling past them.

Your own feed isn’t much better. Your name, alongside Jonah’s, is attached to countless tweets, some joking, some… not so joking. One particularly bold post catches your eye:

username: At this point, Jonah and his partner dropping an OF is a public service. We deserve this.

You stifle a laugh, tilting your screen toward him. “The people have spoken.”

Jonah squints at it before groaning, rubbing his temples dramatically. “Jesus Christ.”

But the thing is—he isn’t exactly against it. The idea has been sitting in the back of his mind since last night, taking root every time he let his thoughts wander. It wasn’t just about the money—though the sheer amount people were throwing around was insane—it was the intrigue. The possibility.

Because, objectively speaking, you were hot. He was hot. Together? It made sense why people were frothing at the mouth.

He exhales through his nose, shaking his head with an amused huff. “You’re handling this way too well.”

You shrug, setting your phone down beside you. “I think it’s hilarious. Besides…” Your gaze flickers up to meet his, something unreadable passing behind your eyes before your lips curve into a slow, knowing smirk. “It’s not like the idea completely sucks.”

Jonah stills. Just for a second.

Then, a slow grin spreads across his face, all lazy amusement and mischief. He tilts his head, studying you, considering.

“…Oh?”

The tone of his voice—low, dripping with amusement and something darker—sends a shiver down your spine. Heat rushes to your face, blooming deep in your chest and settling like a weight in your stomach.

You don’t think. You react.

Your hand shoots out, grabbing the nearest pillow, and before you can even process it, you’re hurling it straight at him.

Jonah’s laughter rings out, rich and unbothered—because unlike last time, he’s ready. He catches the pillow effortlessly, gripping it in one hand like he’d been expecting it.

He smirks, shaking his head as he tosses the pillow aside. “We seriously have to break this little habit of yours, babe.”

There’s something in the way he says it—smooth like honey, rich with amusement, but laced with something firmer. Something that makes your stomach twist and heat bloom beneath your skin.

You roll onto your side, feigning nonchalance, propping your head up with one hand. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you murmur, deliberately avoiding the eye contact Jonah so clearly demands.

Jonah snorts, dragging a hand through his already-messy hair as he leans forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees. “Right. Because you definitely don’t have a history of launching shit at me every time you get flustered.”

You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes at him. “Maybe if you weren’t such a menace, I wouldn’t have to resort to violence.”

Jonah lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah? And what exactly am I doing to deserve such abuse?”

You huff, turning your face away in a weak attempt to ignore him, but you can feel his gaze lingering on you. Can hear the smug amusement in his voice, thick with the kind of self-satisfaction that makes your pulse stutter.

It’s infuriating.

But also… annoyingly attractive.

His chair creaks slightly as he leans in, just enough for his presence to feel heavier. Closer. His voice drops, teasing but deliberate, the deep cadence of it sending a ripple of heat through you.

“Oh, c’mon,” he murmurs. “Don’t get all shy on me now.”

Your stomach clenches.

He tilts his head, eyes flicking over your face, reading every micro-expression like he’s mapping out all the ways he can toy with you. His smirk lingers, widening just a fraction.

“I thought you said the idea didn’t completely suck.”

Before you can react, he moves.

Suddenly, you’re on your back, the mattress dipping beneath you as Jonah’s weight pins you down. His hands brace on either side of you, his body close enough to steal the air from your lungs.

Your breath hitches.

You can’t avoid it this time—the intensity in his eyes, the way they gleam with something both playful and wicked as they lock onto yours. Your throat goes dry, and you swallow hard, fingers curling into the sheets beneath you.

The silence stretches, charged and heavy, and Jonah’s smirk only deepens.

He knows.

Knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

And worse?

He’s enjoying every second of it.

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The air between you is thick with tension, crackling with an electric charge that sends shivers down your spine. Jonah’s gaze is locked on yours, and suddenly, you’re painfully aware of every inch of space between you. His breath, soft yet deliberate, brushes against your skin, and the warmth of it makes your heart pound. You swallow, your throat dry, and try to steady yourself, but it’s impossible when everything inside you is coiling tight, anticipation building.

You try to push the thought away—the one that’s been nagging at you all morning, ever since you saw the clip from last night. It’s been hovering in the back of your mind, a slow, persistent burn. But now, with Jonah so close, everything feels different. The idea isn’t just lingering anymore—it’s starting to root itself deep within you, growing stronger by the second.

Without thinking, you reach up, your hands curling around his neck, pulling him toward you. His hands slide to your waist, firm and possessive, and you feel the heat of his body press into yours. You can’t help the breathless gasp that escapes your lips as his hips shift against yours, the movement sending a rush of heat straight through you.

“I… I wanna try,” you murmur softly, your voice barely a whisper as you press your lips to the side of his neck. The words are more than just a confession—they’re a promise, the beginning of something new. Something thrilling.

Jonah pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his breath coming in shallow pants, lips curving into a knowing smile. “Yeah?” he breathes out, the word heavy with a mix of desire and curiosity, as if he’s waiting for confirmation.

Without missing a beat, you nod, the words that follow slipping from your lips almost effortlessly. “Let’s practice now.”

His smirk deepens, a spark of mischief flickering in his eyes. His hands move quickly, pulling his shirt over his head with a practiced ease, exposing his toned chest. You watch him, your breath hitching at the sight, unable to tear your gaze away.

Jonah reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone with a smooth motion, his fingers quickly unlocking the screen. A flicker of realization crosses your mind just before he holds it up, aiming it toward you both. The sudden thought of being recorded sends a rush of heat to your cheeks, but it only heightens the thrill coursing through you.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he mutters, his voice low and husky as his eyes flick back to yours, “I’ve got you”.

Before you can respond, Jonah’s hands are on you again, more urgent this time. His grip tightens, and you feel him grope you roughly through your shirt, the pressure of his touch sending a wave of heat rushing through you. His phone records the moment, his free hand still working to tug at your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin as they travel lower. You can’t help but moan softly, your body already betraying you as it responds to him instinctively.

The room feels smaller now, the world outside irrelevant as you’re consumed by the heat of his touch and the camera capturing it all.

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The moment Jonah echoes the notification, your body reacts on instinct, thrashing against the red rope securing your wrists to the headboard. The bindings bite into your skin with each desperate movement, but you barely register the sting—too caught up in the rush of anticipation.

Jonah lets out a breathy chuckle at your reaction, his amusement laced with something darker. He moves in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your cheek as his hand wraps around your throat—not applying pressure yet, just resting there. A silent warning. Be careful.

It’s been less than three months since you both started recording, and already, you and Jonah had blown up. The anonymity of it all only added to the allure—neither of you had shown your faces, but that hadn’t stopped speculation. There were entire threads dedicated to uncovering your true identities, theories running rampant. Jonah only fueled the fire when, during a livestream, he had accidentally left his monitor on, revealing a tab open to your OnlyFans link.

At his ‘realization,’ he’d scrambled to close it, feigning embarrassment—but the damage was done. Subscriptions skyrocketed.

Of course, it wasn’t just the mystery that kept people hooked. It was the sheer filth of your content—from outrageous toys to public sex—drew subscribers in like moths to a flame. And the money? It poured in by the thousands, every new request more depraved than the last.

Now, though, none of that matters. Your mind is clouded with a desperate, aching need—so consumed by the unbearable heat coursing through your veins that any thoughts of speculation, subscriptions, or teasing hints at your identities are long forgotten. All that exists is the relentless pulse between your legs and the cruel denial your fans seem to revel in.

Jonah, still fully clothed, shifts beside you, his presence only adding to the frustration curling tight in your stomach. He brings the bullet vibrator back to your clit, pressing it against you with just enough pressure to make you jolt. The sound that escapes you is raw, involuntary—exactly what he wanted. He groans at the sight, at the way your arousal is pooling beneath you, glistening under the dim lighting.

With a wet kiss planted to your tear stained cheek, he leans down, positioning himself perfectly within the camera’s view. His colorful, freshly dyed hair—one of the only real clues to his identity—stands out against your skin as he lowers his mouth, deliberately slow, dragging the anticipation until you’re trembling. Then, almost obnoxiously, he licks a broad stripe through your slick folds, moaning shamelessly into you, letting the audience hear just how much he’s savoring the moment.

Jonah’s tongue worked relentlessly, each flick and stroke sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body. He groaned into you, the vibrations making your thighs tremble as he lapped at your slick heat with a hunger that bordered on feral. His mouth sealed over your core, sucking greedily, his tongue delving deep before dragging up to swirl over your clit, over and over again, until your legs threatened to give out beneath the relentless pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste incredible,” he groaned, voice thick with arousal. He pulled back just enough for you to see the glistening mess he’d made of himself—his lips, chin, even the tips of his fingers shining with your arousal. The sight alone sent another wave of heat surging through you.

Then, without warning, he dove back in, sealing his mouth over you with even more desperation, as if he couldn’t get enough. His tongue plunged deep, moving with slow, deliberate strokes that left you breathless, only to switch to rapid, messy flicks that had you thrashing in his hold. His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you open wider, keeping you exposed—for himself, for the camera, for everyone watching.

Your body jerked as you tried to grind against his mouth, chasing the peak that hovered just out of reach. But just as the pressure in your core tightened, Jonah pulled away, leaving you trembling on the edge. Your slick still coated his lips as he looked up at you, his expression dark with amusement.

“Beg them to let you cum,” he ordered, his voice rough, teasing. The words made your stomach flip, your breath catching in your throat.

Before you could answer, he was back on you, his tongue pressing inside again, curling and stroking in ways that made your mind go blank. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, echoing through the speakers of everyone watching, but Jonah didn’t care. He was lost in the moment, lost in you.

You swallowed hard, your voice shaky as you tried to obey. “Please…” The word barely came out, choked by the pleasure wracking your body.

Jonah smirked against your skin, finally dropping the vibrator to the bed, his fingers replaced the toy, pressing against your clit in tight, fast circles, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that had your legs trembling uncontrollably. At the same time, he sucked at your entrance, drawing more of your arousal into his mouth with every deep pull.

It was messy, overwhelming, completely consuming. The heat, the wetness, the way your body responded helplessly to every touch—everything blurred together in a haze of pleasure that had you spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

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Jonah pulls away, his lips still slick with evidence of just how close you were. He sits up slightly, shifting so that his face remains out of the camera’s frame, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. With a smirk, he reads the message aloud, his voice dripping with amusement.

At the sound of it, your entire body tenses. A broken sob rips from your throat, the unbearable need clawing at you, unraveling you completely. Tears spill down your flushed cheeks, frustration and desperation bleeding into one another until you can’t think of anything except the aching, throbbing pleasure that has nowhere to go. Your wrists tug uselessly against the ropes, your body trembling beneath him, helpless and needy.

Jonah watches you, his expression dark, greedy. He drags his fingers down your inner thigh, slow and deliberate, watching the way you twitch at even the faintest touch. He lets out a soft, breathy chuckle, tilting his head as he studies you, as if deciding just how much longer he’s willing to drag this out.

“You heard them, babe,” he murmurs, his voice thick with mock sympathy. His fingers return to your soaked heat, teasing just enough to make you jolt. “A little longer.”

The words send a fresh wave of desperation crashing over you, your body betraying you as it responds to his every movement. And the worst part? You know Jonah loves this—the way you crumble for him, the way the camera captures every raw, unfiltered reaction for the audience to devour.

And so, he takes his time. Because he knows you’ll break for him all over again.

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Muffled whimpers and ragged breaths fill the cramped dressing room, the heat between you unbearable. Jonah’s body is pressed tightly against yours, his movements relentless as he drives into you from behind. His hand clamps firmly over your mouth, silencing your cries, while his other hand works in slow, torturous circles against your aching clit. The slick, messy sounds of your bodies moving together fill the space, obscene and unrelenting.

You barely manage to glance back at him over your shoulder, your gaze glassy, pleading—for mercy, for more, for anything that might ease the overwhelming pressure building inside you. But Jonah’s expression is nothing but pure amusement, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. He lives for this—the way you tremble, the way your body betrays you, completely at his mercy.

Then, a sharp knock on the door shatters the moment. Your breath catches in your throat, panic cutting through the haze of pleasure.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” comes the attendant’s polite voice, muffled through the door.

Jonah stills for only a second before his grin widens. His hand slips from your mouth, trailing down to your throat as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear.

“Go on,” he murmurs, voice dripping with wicked delight.

You swallow hard, struggling to steady your voice. “Y-Yeah!” you manage, forcing the words past your trembling lips. “The shirt is just… a bit tighter than I thought.”

The silence stretches for a moment before the attendant responds, oblivious. “Oh! No worries, I’ll grab another size for you.”

Jonah chuckles low in his throat, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of your jaw. His fingers tighten on your throat for just a second—a silent warning, a reminder of just how little control you have in this moment.

“Good girl,” he purrs, his hand slipping lower again, fingers pressing rougher, deeper. He doesn’t give you time to recover, doesn’t let you ease down from the fear that had spiked your adrenaline. Instead, he picks up his pace, the wet, messy friction making you gasp.

Then, he lifts his phone just enough to capture your reflection in the dressing room mirror, the red light blinking. “Now,” he whispers against your cheek, his voice dark with amusement, “look into the camera and cum before the nice saleslady comes back.”

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Perhaps one of the most requested streams—one that kept subscribers coming back, tipping exorbitant amounts—were the ‘breeding’ nights. Hours upon hours of Jonah filling you over and over again, relentless and insatiable. The chat scrolled by at an impossible speed, messages begging him to keep going, to push you past your limits, to make sure everyone watching knew exactly who you belonged to.

“You’d look so good stuffed full of me,” Jonah mumbled, his voice thick and slurred, lost in the pleasure, in the sight of you spread beneath him. He was wrecked—completely gone, pussy-drunk and desperate, rolling his hips into yours with a slow, punishing grind.

He kept you pinned, pressed deep into the mattress in a cruel mating press, his weight keeping you from moving even an inch. His breath was hot against your skin, the grip on your thighs firm enough to leave marks. The chat was a blur of encouragement and filthy requests, but for once, Jonah didn’t even glance at it. His focus was solely on you—the way your body clenched around him, the way you trembled, overstimulated and desperate.

When he finally spilled inside you, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he held you there, grinding lazily, making sure every last drop stayed buried deep. The camera captured it all—the way you gasped, the way his muscles tensed as he emptied himself inside you once again.

Only when he was satisfied did he finally pull out, spreading you open for the camera’s view, watching his release spill from your swollen, sensitive entrance. A low, satisfied hum left his lips as he pushed it back in with two fingers, slow and deliberate.

“Messy little thing,” he murmured, lifting those same fingers to your lips, teasing them just past the edge. Though off-screen, the wet, obscene sounds of you sucking them clean filled the mic, sending the chat into another frenzy.

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[tyrantisterror]

So I Saw Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

...and listen, I went in fully expecting it to suck ass. I was expecting my nostalgia to actually make me hate it even more for sucking ass than I would have if I had never seen Beetlejuice before. I figured it would be a lazy, heartless cashgrab, with tired actors awkwardly forcing themselves to play a caricature of their old roles and young actors given nothing to work with beyond oooing and aaahing at references to a movie that was made before they were born, directed by Tim Burton, a man who hasn't made a good movie since at least 2007, if not even longer.

So I feel really weird about saying it was actually... good? Somehow? Against all odds, it was good?

Like, I assumed it'd be a lazy rehash of the original, but no, it has a very distinct plot from the first film. It takes Lydia and Deelia Deetz and not only allows them to have grown from where they were in the original film, but keep growing to the end of this one. It uses Beetlejuice himself sparingly, shows new aspects of the entertainingly weird and surreal bureaucratic nightmare afterlife of the original, and actually makes a really strong theme about escaping from manipulative and predatory relationships.

There are references to the original, yes, but overall far fewer than I expected - like, there were so many iconic gags from the first film I expected them to repeat in a "See? It's like the first one!" nostalgia moment that just... didn't get repeated at all. On the other hand, there were clear jabs at the stupid bullshit OTHER legacy sequels have been doing - like, you know how the trailer had the groan-worthy "serious" cover of Day-O? Yeah, in the movie itself, the "serious" cover is sung in-universe in what is clearly meant to be a moment of comedic tonal dissonance - the very idea of using that fun song in a serious context is the joke. They also have a "baby Beetlejuice" gag where the baby version of the pre-existing characrer in question is a horrid little ghoul who spends every second of screentime being as repulsive and awful as possible. It's like it knew what I, personally, expected from a shitty Beeltejuice legacy sequel, and decided to goof on those tropes for my entertainment.

It's not perfect or anything - it has a shitload of subplots which it mostly manages to juggle really well but has, like, just one too many, but that one easily cut-able subplot also revolves around having a Monica Bellucci frankenstein, and I'm enough of a freak to admit I can understand not wanting to cut the Monica Bellucci frankenstein even if it added nothing to the movie beyond the pleasure of seeing a Monica Bellucci frankenstein.

But, like, it was funny, it explored a fantasy setting that honestly is ripe for more exploration, and it had surprisingly more heart than I expected. Like, it actually had more sympathy for both Lydia and Delia Deetz than the original, which is one of the flaws of the first movie in my opinion - it understands that Delia is kind of a great artist instead of maing her just a joke, and that Lydia's anxiety and grief actually has some true pain in it beyond "lol teenage girls are so overdramatic amirite," and it lets those two actually form a really great bond while ALSO adding Jenna Ortega's character into the mix kind of seamlessly? It helps that all three of these women have great chemistry together as actresses - Winona Ryder and Catherine O'hara play off each other so well, and Jenna Ortega adds this great third point to the dynamic the former two had in the original film, it's kind of inspired? And Michael Keaton's Bettlegeuse is used just sparingly enough, as he was in the first film, to be funny and threatening without wearing out his welcome.

It was good. I can't believe I'm saying it, but it was good. I enjoyed it, and I'm still kind of baffled by the fact that I did so. I can't believe I'm writing this in 2024, but Tim Burton finally made a good movie again.

[lunar-inkclipse]

Swap AU designs!! Time to formally introduce you all to Swap Irratino, Rationalio, and swap Logico, Illogico! Got a little lazy with the background because headache but I wanted to share these guys too badly to wait. (Yapfest under the cut)

Illogico

Since Logico is mainly known for using his grids, I decided to make Illogico have a main focus he used, just an esoteric one- So, I made him a spirit medium! He's good at astrology and the Marot and all that, too, but his main focus is communing with the dead. He's rather tight lipped as to how he came about this ability, and no one is really sure if he likes it or not? He takes pride in his work, but at the same time, he does talk a lot about being "plagued with visions" and is quite grumpy, maybe even a bit more than his canon counterpart. And goth. And yes, he fakes his death every Sunday. For his design, I had to keep the hat. I toyed with him just being a tarot reader, maybe having a top hat, maybe being hat-less, but the fedora is quite iconic tbh. I would like to make it known he is wearing Doc Martens too. He also loves hot topic and buys all his clothes from there- *I am booed off the stage* Real talk: I wanted to make Illogico monochromatic, which was pretty easy with a goth fit, and he thinks it lends him more legitimacy of being in touch with the dead. I also started with the whips on his jacket to just fill in blank space, but I feel like they do kinda fit the spirit motif, mayhaps?? Rationalio

Just like how Irratino knows everything from horoscopes to runes, Rationalio knows everything from criminal to patent law! In this AU, the Investigation Institute is a very well known and successful law firm, with Rationalio at the helm. He's a bit more of a smarmy trust fund baby than his canon counterpart, but he is also incredibly down bad for the goth weirdo who uses ghosts as evidence. And he cares a lot for his employees. For his design, I had to keep the purple. But I gave him a more tailored suit and briefcase, as well as incorporating @/lilythelitten's glasses headcanon for a more sleek and professional vibe. Same for the braid- It's a little more "put together". While the loose curls are partially because I love drawing hair and wanted to cover a slightly wonky jawline, they're also indicative of the fact that Rationalio doesn't have control over everything. Also, for all the 'starlight' lovers, I'm delighted to inform you that he calls Illogico "sunshine" as a sarcastic-turned-fond pet name. Bonus angst headcanon if you got this far! While Rationalio and Illogico are more of rivals than Logico and Irratino, when they eventually do fall in love, Rationalio asks Illogico about his moms. And Illogico, without hesitation, assures him his moms are very proud of their son. It's one of the first times Illogico has seen him cry. Uhhh feel free to ask questions or yap more!!! I love these two very much!!! I am just tired and headache bad and don't want to make this too long hahaha

[theblueseassoul]

“Home.”

Home - where the people are that you love the most.

Xavier x reader

Love and deepspace fan fiction

No warnings

No use of Y/n. Gender neutral reader. read in the second person. Established relationship. Shorter fan fiction, it’s midnight and I am tired. Enjoy

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. “ my shooting star. “

If someone asked you where home was, it wouldn’t be a place. Sure, your apartment was your home, you lived there, but when you said you wanted to go home you usually meant you were going to go see Xavier. He had been your home before you even realized it, but you would never complain because he was perfect. Sleepy all the time- but perfect.

You stand in a bar with your co workers, Tara sipping her fruity drink and glancing over at you. She grinned “you’re getting that look again.” She nudged your shoulder as you sipped your drink of choice. You blinked a few times and glanced over, raising a brow. She grinned even wider “you’re getting all mopey.” She poked your cheek.

You laughed softly at your drunk friend, gently pushing her finger away and trying to remember how much she had to drink. You sipped your drink and sighed “I’m not mopey. I just want to go home.” You explained vaguely. This resulted in even more giggling as she finished off her bright orange and red drink.

“You miss blondie.” She stated and motioned to your phone “ask him to pick you up! I’m.. going to stay here a while longer.” You shook your head and stood, pushing away her glass and putting the cash for your drinks and snacks on the bar counter for the barkeep, who nodded in acknowledgment before you spoke to Tara.

“No, sweets you are not. I’ll call you a cab, okay?” You told her, pulling her up from her chair. She agreed, she wasn’t a very fight-y drunk. The pair of you waved to the other hunters before stepping outside while you called a taxi for Tara. She melted into you, almost knocking you off balance as she babbled on about nonsense. Some of it seemed sentimental and some of it was words you swore she made up. When the cab got there, you helped her into the car and made sure she was all set and comfortable before bidding her goodbye.

“Byee!!!!” She smiled sweetly, waving as you shut the door. You imagine she waved back at you through the back window until the car turned a corner, or until you were just too far away to make out. Then, your phone buzzed. You glanced down at it, clicking into the notification.

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: where are u?

You’d smile at the little sleeping bunny icon you put next to his contact name, but replied swiftly after it displayed read, because you didn’t want to make him worried by not replying. You’d done that before and he had tracked you down like a police dog.

You: just finished up with a little team dinner. Tara got drunk, sent her home w/ a taxi

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: ohhh

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: do u wanna walk home tgt? I’m nearby

You: Please!! We can sleep together at the house

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: See you soon

You didn’t wait long. Xavier always seemed to be close by, it weirded you out at first but now it was almost comforting to think he was only a few steps away. You walked hand in hand, the feeling of loneliness in your chest now replaced with content. You didn’t have any fancy words for it, you just felt happy. You two didn’t share a home but he spent so much time over at your apartment he practically lived there, but the same goes for you at his. Since you felt too lazy to go up just one floor, you ended up staying in his apartment. You changed into comfortable clothes you left in the dresser in xaviers room, which also was.. yours at this point. You even left some of your stuffed animals here, and a few things like a brush, work papers, your books even sat in the corner of the room on the desk next to his laptop.

Xavier gently knocked on the door, “can I come in?” He asked, sleepiness always evident in his voice. It was almost cute.

“Come on in.” You replied, standing at the mirror in the bathroom that was in his room, touching up your hair and making sure you didn’t smell of alcohol. You heard him shuffle in, and saw him come up behind you in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m tired.” He complained, coming out as a mumble against your skins. You hummed in response and glanced at him, placing a hand over his firmly resting against your abdomen. He pulled you to the bed slowly but surely, and you had to stretch to turn off the bathroom light before it was out of reach. Xavier wasted no time at all, flicking off the bedroom light and pulling you down onto his large bed. You shifted, now facing him as he tangled his limbs with yours, already preparing to sleep. His head rested against your shoulder, his breath softly brushing against your neck as he held you tight. There was a long silence before you said,

“I missed you.” You almost whispered to him as you played with his hair. His fidgeting with your shirt paused, and he moved to look into your eyes.

They looked like a puppies. “Mm. Really?” He asked, a lazy, sweet smile resting over his lips. You nodded and he leaned in, nuzzling your noses together. ‘Bunny kisses’ you called them. It was a thing you two did, ‘your thing.’ “ ‘missed you too.” He whispered back, pressing a kiss to your lips. Kisses with him were never quick. There was never one. He pulled away but would kiss you again, and again, and again until he decided he had enough. Finally, he would kiss you a little longer this time, squeezing you close. It was gentle, always so soft and careful, however he kissed you as if he needed it like he needed air. When he pulled away, he looked so happy with himself, returning to the crook of your neck.

This warmth, the smell of lavender on the pillows, the familiar feeling of his slow deep breaths, the sound of the curtains being pushed by a gentle breeze, the feeling of now was home. This was where you belonged, you thought. Here in his arms, muttering soft sweet words to each other until you fell asleep. You leaned your head against his, curling around him slightly and tried to burn it into your mind. You needed to remember these little moments. They were your favorite.

[nekropsii]

Ask Game Speed Round!!

[For the Unpopular Opinion Ask Game!!]

These are all a bunch of smaller ones I thought would be too cumbersome and spammy to post on their own... Enjoy!!

Content Warning: Long.

While I do really like Dave's character as it exists in the comic- no clue what version of Dave most of the fandom is talking about, but I don't know him- I kind of like the themes in Davesprite's character more than I do Dave's. It's another Hal situation.

Dave's character tackled a lot of things very personally relatable to me in ways I'd never seen illustrated before, but Davesprite is more interesting to think about, and seems a little more fun to write. Dave was great representation for me, as someone who grew up in a very bad home, but Davesprite just has that extra oomph with his talk of humanity and individuality. Really like that guy.

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@lupinecalibrator

This may come across as crass, or stepping out of my own lane, but I don't think giving them either multiple sets of pronouns, neopronouns, or both actually rids them of the bigotry in their characters. Lipstick on a pig situation. It just seems like a lazy, incurious fix. Yes, trans headcanons are great, but more and more often I see people use it as a cure-all to the issues a character has, either in a Doylist or Watsonian way. Queer friendliness does not eliminate racism. If a character is a bigoted caricature of a specific group of people, then slapping on a leftist layer of paint by saying "actually they're a minority icon in this other way" doesn't actually... Get rid of the problem. It's just kind of... Tone deaf.

We see this often with Transmisogynistic Caricatures getting claimed as Gay Icons, and people just saying that because they've just claimed them as a campy gay queen, the transmisogyny has been nullified- you can't talk about it anymore, they're the real good leftist in the room, you're a killjoy, and they've defeated bigotry. Not how it works.

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Kind of tired of how some act like her only character traits are Silly Ditzy Furry Girl. Jade is an incredibly, incredibly intelligent young girl, an excellent marksman, and so, so deeply lonely. We need to talk about Jade's chronic loneliness more.

Also, I think she's some kind of Psychotic. One of the flavors. It just feels right to me. It feels canon-adjacent. Or, at least, a textually valid way to read her character. I have a whole post about it somewhere. Mituna and Jade shaking hands on the Psychosis.

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Taking this opportunity to defend Aranea. Some people really need to stop acting like she's worse than Vriska. We all know what Aranea did was justified. Maybe not correct, but justified. And fucking awesome to watch.

Like, look. She spent an unfathomable amount of years being shot down and ignored and belittled by people who were supposed to be her friends... Aranea had to literally pay Meenah, her own best friend, to listen to her infodump, and even then Meenah couldn't afford to give her own best friend enough respect to just listen to her talk about something she's passionate about for 5 minutes.

I need you to think to yourself, genuinely. If you spent thousands- and I mean thousands upon thousands- of years getting ignored and walked on by everyone around you, even your own friends... If you spent thousands upon thousands of years getting called boring and a doormat to your face by even your own friends... Wouldn't you go crazy, too? Wouldn't you snap? Wouldn't you want to do something drastic just to get people to look at you? Just to be seen as something other than weak and boring? Just to be seen as worth even an iota of interest, a shred of someone's time? Wouldn't you? Because I think any normal person wouldn't take thousands upon thousands of years. I don't think you would last a decade. I wouldn't either, and I'm a pretty patient person.

Y'all are just jealous you can't play billiards with planets using your mind when you're mad. That shit was so awesome.

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@searedtroutpeacharugula

This is not an Unpopular Opinion, or even an Opinion, I'm just pointing this out. Do you ever think about the fact that we hardly got any conversations between Rose and Jade? I do. This haunts me. This fucks me up so bad. We get plenty between John and Dave, and Dave and Jade, and Dave and Rose, and Rose and John, and Jade and John... But hardly anything between Rose and Jade!! This is so fucked up. We were robbed. I need to watch them hang out.

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Okay, this is less of an Unpopular Opinion, and more of an Unpopular Fact, but... Mituna doesn't just throw slurs at people. That's one of the things people jump to when they're talking about Defanging Mituna- they always say something about how he "calls people slurs every two seconds". He literally doesn't. That is legitimately not a thing he does. If you heard that before and believed it, you were literally lied to. That is straight up demonstrably not true.

Like, if you're trying to think of something Mituna does every two seconds unprompted, it's either sex jokes or apologizing. Slurs aren't a thing he just slings around casually. He said a grand total of one slur... To Meenah... And it's a fake troll slur. And then we get it defined to us... Aaaand it's the troll equivalent to "Cracker". That's it. That's the crime he's committed- calling someone a word that is immediately after defined to us as "Someone who is at the top of and benefits from the furthering of the oppressive Fuchsia-Down power structure, and the Lowbloods that help enforce it." That's the slur he used. That's what made people start declaring that "he would totally say the N Word" with full and complete confidence. Absolutely ridiculous. He's called no one else any kind of genuine slur. He just called Meenah a Wader once, and then she and Kankri got upset about it, because they are both, by definition, Waders.

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Leijon Hot Take Party Pack: If you think Nepeta shipping her friends together is fine, or even adorable, but then sneer at or get grossed out by Meulin doing the same thing, you're a hypocrite. I don't care if you say "Meulin's writing Friend Fic, though, that's weird!!" the problem with Shipping Your Friends and Writing Romantic Fanfiction Of Your Friends is at the same root.

The problem with these things isn't the presence of writing, it's the presence of, you know, shipping your friends? If you're fine with Nepeta doing it, you've gotta be fine with Meulin doing it. Be fine with both or neither. It's the same damn thing. I'm pretty sure both friend groups are fine with it, too, so it's not like this is a boundaries issue or anything. Both or neither. Pick one.

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Observation: I do think it's cool how Jane and Jake are related and have similarly opposing relationships with their gender. Jake's oft presented with Feminine themes and imagery, and Jane with Masculine themes and imagery. Very cool. Wish more people made that correlation.

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Okay, that's all for now!! Thank you for reading, if you did. Have a nice rest of your day. :)

[ninjagirlstar5]

Ah, yes. My favorite asshole has now become the Ultimate Billiards Player.

Ngl, most of the changes with Syobai were either minor details or stuff I switched out. For starters, Syobai's original hair color, black, is much more prominent than in his original design. My thought process on that is that Syobai deals with a lot less stress since he's a billiards player, not a dangerous broker anymore but I'd imagine that he still deals with money problems as he needs that for just basic survival so he may not be getting enough nutrients/the stress is still affecting his body. But I've been recently told in a server that I'm in that Syobai actually dyed his hair?? Which is kinda funny cause that implies that he purposely makes himself look old. Regardless of whether it was the environment that he grew up in or just hair dye, Syobai probably wouldn't put too much effort into his hair regardless of his different lifestyle now. I kept his messy appearance as it's an iconic part of his design, with his shirt partially unbuttoned and untucked with the sleeves rolled up at different levels on both arms, his pants (which are more like regular jeans here) still rolled up to show his hairy legs, and his tie is loose like in the OG design but since the pinstripe vest I referenced from didn't have any pockets, it's not tucked away and is free to get carried away by the wind. The vest is also unbuttoned completely to help sell his casual, even lazy appearance. I replaced his sandals with sneakers and while I considered living the shoelaces untied, I decided Syobai wouldn't risk having a tripping hazard life that and would keep it tied. And I gave him a billiards player glove (which is something that provides a smooth and consistent stroke by reducing friction between your hand and the shaft). I also made the bags under his eyes a bit more prominent as I still see him as a tired, grumpy asshole. And here he is, Syobai the Ultimate Billiards Player!

Next up is Emma, and wow, so far she's the most changed when it comes to her swapped Ultimate Talent.

Honestly, I think Syobai's backstory would pretty much stay the same-ish up until he was searching for other means to gain money to survive when he realized that the small, petty jobs he was taking wasn't going to work out. He took to crime for a little while but on a whim, when he saw there were bets going on at a billiards table, he decides to try his hand at it to see if he can win some money through that, and ended up winning the entire bet after a few rounds. Realizing he could use billiards to earn money and as a way to keep himself off the streets, Syobai invested a lot of time in it and ended up becoming a really good billiards player to the point that he was scouted out as an Ultimate. Of course, since this is Syobai, he probably just sees billiards as a means to an end rather than having any kind of passion for the sport. He appreciates that the sport kept him from falling into a rabbit hole of crime before it was too late for him to back out, but he otherwise doesn't care that much for it. As long as he's able to earn money through it as a job, he'll keep playing until he retires. As for his other original skillsets, Syobai was still living in a very shady and dangerous environment even as a billiards player, so he probably pissed off a lot of bad people through his constant winnings and got in trouble for it. Perhaps even got his life put at risk if they were petty enough. So he'd still have a switchblade on him just in case anyone gets any ideas, and he would have a decent amount of medical knowledge, although it wouldn't be beyond first aid in this iteration of his backstory since he's just a billiards player, not a broker. I don't see him knowing any more than beyond that in this context. Due to living in this kind of environment, he's still the kind of person that would put his own life above all else, next to money since you can't live life without it, and often doesn't help others unless it would benefit himself in the short or long-term.

[niittinaatti]

Miscellaneous @loominggaia NiiVerse stuff

Here’s my guys at some kinda party or something. Idk I just wanted to draw everyone in nicer clothes (that i’m not sure some of them could realistically afford but whatever) and reference some of their old designs from before loominggaiaization a little.

More under the cut because it's long

Dr. Awesomeness’ bag isn’t very festive, it’s an utility bag for carrying a bunch of very banned weapons and she’s hoping the sparkly dress will distract people from it. It’s not working on Pakila.

And Nor and Satara are crossdressing just to annoy any Lindists or similar in the room, and also pretending they’re in the mafia or something. Don’t worry, that’s just a fox plushie.

Also, some random stuff I did earlier that I should put here too probably:

When Mr. Garnet was a kid, he got bullied by some kids for his comically large bowtie, which is of course what inspired him to join an evil science organization. Leila and Sebastian (no relation to Alaine’s dad, they’re named that because I used to be bullied by kids named Leila and Sebastian, they’re not otherwise based on real people though) are also my old characters that I’m loominggaiaizing, and in the present they’re adults with their own families. Leila is a pharmacist and Sebastian works in a car factory.

Sebastian is a lot nicer guy nowadays, married to an athlete lady named Pallas and they have 4 kids. Here’s more old drawings, except in LG everyone’s ears are less pointy and the ones with blue hair would have black hair instead:

Though I’m also thinking that Wilba was captured by an undine like Sineriina & Akamia and shortly rescued because the hair is fabulous, but Glimmer can probably just be a regular kid. Also Wilba is mute because of a birth defect so the whole family knows sign language, and also they’re all vegan and wholesome n shit. Estrada is besties with Sineriina, and Stjern is a boy but wears a skirt because it’s comfy and I don’t know how to draw a masculine looking dude (as you can probably tell from a lot of stuff on this post)

Leila is still kind of an asshole, basically an annoying soccer mom type. She was married to an elven dude but they divorced and she took his kid, so she’s now living with her step-son Ignatius who you might remember if you’ve seen my deviantart.

Old drawing of him (shitty but very iconic to me):

Yeah this constantly pissed-off teenage femboy (but lazy about it) who lost his arm by shoving it in his dad’s woodchipper is actually one of my favorite old ocs and I HAD to include him, even though my old stuff with him was a bit more ridiculous. Maleena tries to bond with him over having one arm which would go well if she didn’t shoot him with a water gun every time he got rude (which might actually be dangerous with Zareenite water), so he gets pissed off and tries to beat her up with a shovel and that ends their relationship. At least Pakila is a bit more chill. Mostly Ignatius just hangs out with this dworf kid Jussufiina whose dad is an evil cult leader but that’s a different story.

Here’s Yue as a kid with her parents, and little sister Curlinita who still has living descendants around. One of them is Helena, the old hermit lady writing controversial books with drawn out torture scene-porn in Mogdir who I mentioned once.

And a fact about Yue: She does so much electromancy that she unconsciously emits static electricity. If you shake her hand you’ll probably get a zap, and when she’s asleep, getting close to her is actually dangerous.

Idk recreating stuff with random things you have is fun

Divinity day is the anniversary of when you first find out you're a divine. I imagine it's mostly a thing for younger divines, as the older ones would likely get tired of having it every year like a lot of old people do with birthdays, or have gotten tired of immortality and don't want to celebrate it, and a lot of them probably don't know the exact date

And yeah I’ll do the funny chromight tech video later. I’m not used to the stories coming out this fast you guys

[dust-jacket-analysis]

A List of things I want for Season Fifty

Thirty-Nine days back

No more ways for players too lose their votes (Including the beware advantages and steal a votes)

Two tribes of twenty (realistically I know it won't happen, but it would allow you to pick players from all non returnee seasons and it'd be funny)

A final two (final three can burn)

A tradition FTC jury structure

The auction but no bullshit

Family letters at the auction

The family visit (where has she been? bring her home)

No more pre-merge purgatory (I want it too perish)

The Beg, Barter, steal start from Survivor Pearl Islands

Having only one Super Idol (the idol that can be played after the votes) in the post merge. As in, it's the only one of it's kind and can only be used once.

Reward Challenges being separate from Immunity challenges (all the time).

Giving the contestants the option to sit out of or quit individual immunity challenges for food (its great for information gathering and stirs the pot in a way that isn't to much of production influence)

Rewards that let one tribe sit in on the other tribes tribal council pre merge

Anyone who makes merge makes the jury (none of that, the first person voted out post merge isn't on the jury bs)

Organic emotional moments

Safety Without power advantage that has to be played before tribal council discussion (the added weight of not being able to here any tc talk and losing valuable information nerfs the advantage more)

No shot in the dark (that goes with not stealing players votes, but it deserves it's own bullet)

Somewhere that's not just Fiji. It doesn't even have to look different from Fiji. it can another random beach somewhere, just please... I beg... not Fiji

That's all I've got for now. This list was just my "production/Game Mechanics" wants/not wants for season 50. Essentially, just get rid of all the bullshit no one likes. Especially Non Traditional idol advantages, with some exceptions I've listed. Most advantages are so over played and there's just too many.

It's a way to make up for any potential lazy and non interesting casting on productions part. And allows Jeff and Production to say things like, "We don't want to cast any villains. We want this season to be joyful" :/

They can get away with it and excuse it more, because they rely on advantages to make their seasons interesting (they don't, most people just eye roll). The reason there's been a better attitude about the past three seasons, that had the same dumb and tiring advantages as the other previous seasons, is because the casting was good.

We have a very Gabon-Esque cast in season 46, iconic players in season 45, and a cast with good chemistry and big personalities in season 47. These past three seasons have been, in my opinion, some of the best in the budget era solely because of the casting. And Jeff should be noting this.

[percyramblesabouttadc]

so i drew up some designs of what i think the cast would look like outside of the circus🥺

i wanted to make them look different while still keeping aspects of their circus designs

NOW LET ME JUST..TALK ABT THE DESIGNS FOR A MOMENT!!!

i saw like a post somewhere that gave humanized zooble prosthetics and i just loved that so you know i had to incorporate that somehow! i also wanted to try and get some of the colors from their circus design onto them too bc i felt like that would be nice. i'm not super happy with their design, like i feel like i could do better but like.... i'm lazy atm.... i'll do that later!

for kinger you know i had to keep his piercing blue eyes. you know i did. it's such a fun and silly aspect of his character how could i not.(his design is kinda basic so i don't know what else to say about it i'm very sorry kinger enjoyers)

when it comes to Jax's design! i still wanted him to have some pink and purple so you could recognize him but also have it be different from his circus design so i did the best i could. i also kept his teeth yellow because it's a thing you can translate to a human design and it doesn't need to be changed. i like that Jax has yellow teeth because so do i. HE KEEPS HIS YELLOW TEETH👹👹

GANGLE!!! omg i do rlly like how i designed her! i still wanted to incorporate ribbons some how so i gave her a braid with a ribbon at the end, however i do feel like she changes up her hair often in order to use more ribbon because it's something she enjoys!!! to me she gives off scared ex-theater kid. for obvious reasons. did i do that vibe justice? idk you tell me!

ohhh Ragatha..how i love you so.. Ragatha! her hair is infact dyed! bc you know her hair is so iconic to her character but i originally didn't want her to be ginger, why? felt too close to circus her! but i didn't want to rid her of her ginger entirely. so i toned it down, made it a bit more orange than red and made it dyed! i think it looks nice:) she's also a waitress! felt as it might fit sense she does give off people pleasing therapist friend vibes.

and for last but certainly not least POMNI!!!

she was the one i designed first! and obviously she doesn't have her normal colors from her circus design other than her hair!(did you know that pomnis circus design hair is supposed to be black but it just ended up looking brown? yeah. yeah.) it's mainly because she is infact wearing her work uniform and she doesn't really get to express herself through it but also i just wanted to change for her to be really present. because i can😁 but you know i had to keep her looking tired and depressed bc thats pomni for ya

see like the reason i wanted to make my own designs was because i didn't like the idea of them looking so similar to their tadc counterparts, it leaves more angst opportunities when they look so much different from their original bodies. right now this is kinda some concept work, i might change things(cough cough zooble) but right now i'm happy with them!

holy moly this post is so long i am soososo sorry

[agent-toast]

i made a revenge of magic x story thieves x the owl house hunger games simulator thingy! only i haven't actually watched owl house so only luz, king and the collector are there. also luz and king die rly early a lot

actual post under cut:

first here are the icons i used for the characters, drawn by me! the designs for some are just sketches and not confirmed.

jia

rachel (my version of rachel is transfem btw!)

fort

cyrus (headcanon: the eye thing happens when he uses magic cause woO old one but he can conceal it) (personal fav doodle)

my version of cyrus is transmasc btw!

sierra

kara and her ✨existential crisis✨

bethany (another fav) (she would wear a turtleneck fight me)

owen (don't rly like this one. i was tired at this point)

charm (my version is probably transfem i can't decide)

luz & king (king's photo taken from google because i was too lazy too draw king :')

collector (another fav - i did this right after owen's and it gave me motivation) (lower part isn't so good but ah well)

feel free to use any of my doodles in this post for pfps or anything, just @ me and credit me in an easy to see place!

here are some highlights + some with drawings

[non-time is the place merlin's cottage gets sent into by emrys, and in this case it's basically read as you died but james riley censor. unless belos comes then yeah you died]

get rejected buddy

NO BUDDY

jia is scared she'll make them cry (well she did)

he's just here for the funsies guys

how dare you do this jia!!

he's been put in a prison again :(

cyrus is struggling not to point out every single flaw in the Kara Dox books about time travel. meanwhile, bethany is ???

guys. he's been doing this for at least 3 rounds. stop reading fanfiction cyrus

he did a varian from tangled the series

skill issue

are you kidding me cyrus you're the Old One of TIME you're the TIMELESS ONE

another way for kara to escape her fate i guess

they did this twice in a row. time travel besties??

belos the fans would like a word with you.

ok that's it for now because posts only allow 30 photos! let me know if you want to see more :)

if you want to do this too, here's the website i did it on:

Hunger Games Simulator | Agma Schwa

and the files for my modified sim can only be sent through gmail, so dm me any time if you want the files :D

[rahleeyah]

The thing that gets me about them doing a twister reboot - with the same like mega system of multiple twisters to dodge, competing storm chasing teams, woman haunted by childhood experience with a tornado, the advanced tracking system as the impetus for the chase, etc - is that like. No one owns the concept of a natural disaster, and people used to make original natural disaster movies, Twister and Dante's Peak and things like that, and there's absolutely no reason why they couldn't have made a new movie about tornados with a fresh plot line, and a new tornado movie might have been really fun to me. They didn't have to just put a fresh coat of paint on an old movie; twister doesn't contain the only viable tornado related plotline, but they were too lazy to even try. They even reused the same gags in the trailer like how fucking depressing. "I gotta go Julia we got cows" was iconic; where are the new iconic lines? Why is it all just repeating the same old shit? I'm so tired

[kimmimaru]

Personal Rant time (ignore if you like, just getting shit off my chest so I can maybe sleep) Sorry it's so long, I would put it under a 'read more' but for some reason the little icon for it isn't showing up anymore and I'm honestly too tired to look for other ways. So, I have serious exective dysfunction which means every day tasks are a horrendous ordeal. I hate it with every fiber of my being, I do NOT enjoy being this way. But trying to explain to people what exective dysfunction is and what its like is impossible, so I'm labelled lazy and shit. That doesn't help.

Anyways, issue I'm having is I have someone who is specifically employed to help me out with the struggles I have as an autistic adult like making phone calls, helping me remember appointments etc. And its been fine up until recently. I've been hit hard by my EFD and i'm having a burn out, so depression, anxiety, the works. I'm forgetting to feed myself and shit, its that bad. But this person who is supposed to be helping me doesn't seem to listen when I try to explain what I'm feeling? I have every day tasks I need to complete, I know exactly what they are but I just physically cannot make myself do them. I just sit there, panicking about it. I have no idea how to get around this, basically as an adult, you're told you're autistic and just sent away again. I never had any help regarding navigating the intricicies of existing as an autistic adult so I've been fumbling in the dark since I got my diagnosis. Now, I've been mostly coping until recently when I hit yet another bad patch, last one I had that was this bad was when I was at uni back in my early 20's. Anyone who follows me for my fanfic has probably noticed a lack of updates and stuff, I haven't even been posting here or really going on tumblr or Ao3 at all. I haven't been reading, gaming or anything. I'm anxious and depressed, and I'm trapped in this stupid fucking cycle and I can't tell anyone about it because literally not a single person in my life understands. I've tried but its useless. So I thought I'd try and explain it to the person who is literally paid to help me with this stuff, but she just doesn't get it. She just ends up piling more on my plate with more lists of shit I should be doing. No discussion about possible ways around my inability to do anything useful. Its just: Oh you need to do this, this and this. If you don't do this it will cause problems. You should be doing this every day....like, yeah? I know I should be doing these things. I think about it constantly. I'm not sleeping because I'm laying in bed obsessing over everything I should be doing. Honestly, I'm lucky I'm even getting out of bed at this point.

I've tried lists, I've tried schedules, I've tried phone reminders, alarms, timed sessions of like an hour of just doing stuff that needs doing etc. I can get it to work for like a week and then it just goes back to being impossible again. I hate it. I hate being this way. I've tried breaking it all down into tiny steps, nothing seems to have worked yet. I'm worried I'm running out of ideas. Obviously my daughter has no idea about any of this. She doesn't need to know it, but kids pick up on even tiny clues don't they? Not to mention that she's just hit puberty and is naturally going through it as well, poor sod. But yeah, that means everything I do is the absolute worst thing any parent can do ever, from asking her to pick up after herself to reminding her to wash her hair regularly...you know, normal things parents ask from their kids. I get it, I do. I went through it too and I don't remember it fondly, it was an awful time. Everything pisses you off or makes you want to cry for no reason, so I do try to be understanding but on top of everything else it does involve a lot more deep, careful breathing than I'd like. As for my family, I love them, I really do. But they don't get it so I don't really feel I can talk to them about it. My dad is...well, he's in a new relationship and is now aparently getting married. So that's a big bag of emotions I do not want to open. On the one hand, I'm a grown ass adult so I should just be ok with it, on the other it's weird and very uncomfortable. My dad divorced my mum years ago, so I got used to that but he cheated on mum with some other woman, never met her, never wanted anything to do with her so it was easy to pretend she didn't exist. This time the woman is a very old childhood friend of dad's and not only that but knew mum, she in fact introduced my dad to my mum. So I have to be all friendly and its exhausting. I really don't know how I'm supposed to feel about it, its like...I'm an adult, I should be happy my dad's happy, right? But its just...so weird. I've only ever known my dad with my mum, so seeing him be close to another woman just creeps me out and makes me uncomfortable. I have to go to their wedding too, which will not be fun. I'm being weird about it and not explaining it properly but even I don't know why I'm so uncomfortale with it, so can't really put it into words. Essentially I am anxious, stressed and depressed and would just like everything to just stop for a bit so I can BREATHE.

[themorguepoet]

I find it hypocritical when hindu boys say "jai shree ram" and follow tate- all in the same day. Bro wtf are you high on?

Like I don't even get this glorification of him among the Indian youth. His concepts of masculinity and femininity are half baked. Western concepts don't apply to us either. Are you lacking neurons or are you just intellectually lazy? "He tells us to go gym" yeah bro- no one was fit in India until Tate baba said so yeah? *haryanvis having hanuman ji as the fitness-eight pack-strength icon while absolutely killing in the wrestling area* *Kohli apparently couldn't inspire Indian men for fitness as good as Tate did* Lame loser justifications to follow a narcissist.

Indian concept of masculinity and femininity does not require a western lens no thank you. We have Gauri-Shankar, Lakshmi-Narayan, Sita-Ram etc that guide our societal roles here. Everything that Tate baba says is a sign of a "High value man" happens to have feminine symbolism in your culture you ignorant child. Knowledge, Wealth and Power. high value men things right? Sorry to break it to you. Here in India, Knowledge is Ma Saraswati, Wealth & Prosperity is Ma Lakshmi and Power is Literally Adi Shakti Ma Parvati.

Let me clarify more for you. First of all, there is no complete masculine man or feminine woman. Everyone has varying rates of masculinity and femininity within them. What do these terms even mean. Well in easy words, the way masculine traits could be described from indic lens cpuld be with the imagery of a mountain; strong, reliable, changes are slow almost unseen, protective (hailing to how himalayas protect us from the blizzards) while feminine imagery could be that of a river- always moving, unstoppable in its path, destructive rage but also equally nurturing, unpredictable, frequent change, adaptable etc.

These are some traits that can be associated with the terms. Now if your neurons haven't picked up yet, these traits aren't exclusive for a male or a female respectively. Men can have the qualities of adaptability, can be nurturing too. Women can be rigid, strong and reliable. These traits can be found in any gender. So for the "women ☕️" meme fans you also have feminine traits within you- to suppress emotions is actually a feminine trait much more than it is "masculine"- Shri Rama cried his heart out when he lost Ma Sita. Bhagwaan Shiva carried devi satis burnt body in his arms for many many eons, screaming in distress. Krishna adorned himself with vaijyanti flower garlands, peacock feathers while simultaneously holding sudarshan which is capable of destroying the three worlds at his command. I don't understand how Tate Baba's words appear enlightening to you when it is so contradictory to your culture which you claim to be the flag bearer of? Sit down. You know nothing Jon snow.

Without Shakti, even Shiva ji is powerless. However without bhagwaan Shiva- shakti still holds her powers but without any direction. Divine masculine becomes the channel for the divine Feminine. Without devi lakshmi, even Vaikuntha remains in gloom. The world is born, run and destroyed by the feminine traits.

The Masculine is the anchor, the Feminine is the power. Without Shiv ji, Ma Kali's rage would be unrestrained, directionless- he roots her but he neither commands nor controls her. Her capability is not reliant on anyone but herself- only the effects of her shakti can be and are supposed to be managed by her counterpart.

Shri Rama couldn't command Ma Sita into staying back at Ayodhya, he couldn't control her from going back to Prithvi Ma when she felt disrespected by her own subjects and made a decision for herself. He did not try to restrain her independent expressions. Meanwhile Ma Sita remained with Shri Ram throughout. In his exile he had no wealth, no power (army power is what I mean). But the lack of neither made him "low value man"- and Ma Sita did not care.

I am frustrated and tired. I will end it here because if you didn't get it this far- sorry buddy you are a little too far gone, I can only pray that Ma Saraswati knock some sense into you.

For the love of Krishna, do not enforce the idea of marriage being a contract? or a give and take idea? Like I bring the money you bring the pretty? Please don't get brainwashed by the western idea of what marriage is. Marriage in India is sacred. At the time of wedding the couple are no less than Lakshami-Narayan themselves as per the customs. So come out of this non sense. And go to gym. Our dieties, our lore heroes, our legends don't carry their abs and diamond-hard biceps with ten different weapons just for you to go and take fitness lessons from a rando on Internet.

[frickwhat]

I WANT TO DO THE REVIEWS THINGY TOO.

1. MOONLIGHT CHICKEN:

personally i think everyone should give it a watch because it is worth it. would i rewatch it? probably not the whole thing is very heavy for me but i would watch limingheart scenes ,THEY WERE IT. the acting omg, it's so fucking hard to believe that it was their first gig. they showed us their problems individually, like they were their own characters with their own struggles but they also were there for eo. communication was on point. liming had problems, real problems with college and money. he wasn't afraid to stand up for himself the kid's a fucking icon. and he is baby i will protect him forever.

2. NEVER LET ME GO:

the plot could be better, the acting was good but could be more natural, the chemistry BHAI. have i watched it 9 times? yes. the thing that stood out the most was their relationship they met eo and palm was ready to die for him (yes i know it was his job whatever) ??? palm is so in love with neung it's disgusting but so is neung. he hides it with quips and scolding. i read somewhere and they explained that the water shows how free they are on the beach. they can be themselves and no one would judge them. they could forget their status, family expectations and all. they're my beach boyfriends and i love them.

3.BAD BUDDY:

family hates eo so they hate eo? yes. childhood rivalry? yes. enemies to friends to lovers? yes. chemistry? yes. acting natural? yes. pran liked pat bohot pahle se and they showed ki he was reluctant to be with pat. nanon ate this role and left no crumbs. there are so many things i could write but i feel lazy so go and watch it if you haven't (shame on you). they're my slut bfs.

4. MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT:

its actually a close first but idk why it's on fourth (i forgot about it). this show is so fucking wholesome that i cried (yes my friend has proof i hate her) tinn is so green flag babygirl bf. and gun is so dumbass oblivious but not babygirl bf. confessing to my crush? no become the school president and be rivals with him so he will like me. the dance scene has my whole fucking heart and i love it. idek what to say they're idiots and i love them. gun is such a complex character in my opinion. he has layers like we see that he is not very good in school but he has his musical talents and leadership qualities to make up for it. my man is actually very observant and he has the kindest heart. he deserves everything nice and so does tinn. he really was fighting for his life to get gun to like him. i would have given up in two months but that wasn't all. tinn was a really smart character and he knew how to comfort people. ahh i love him but i can't find words. geminifourth played the hell out of this. everyone should give it a watch the storyline is cliche but refreshing too and who doesn't love high school lovers.

5. NOT ME/ BE MY FAVOURITE:

a) not me: the whole premise of the show is genius and important for thai people but like also everywhere. they danced under a fucking lgbt flag and helds hand. i deserve that. the scene makes me cry everytime. sean knowing that it was black not white was nice i am thankful they didn't make him dumb. the show is politically woke so points. i don't really know the political status of thailand so don't come after me. seanwhite are my be gay and fight the government bfs.

b) be my favourite: honestly i wasn't expecting anything from this show but it surprised me. fighting for queer rights? pisaeng coming to terms with his sexuality without his love interest? kawi realising that he can't change some things and he has to accept it? him noticing that he was slowing becoming an alcoholic? max as a tired gay bestie? pisaeng loving every moment of him being a sugar daddy to kawi? kawi making him understand that they have to equals in a relationship? pisaeng being a clingy bf? everything is fucking perfect. and the time travelling part is well done too tho it makes no sense but yeah. also them actually giving pear a personality and storyline? thank you.

special mentions to:

1) the eclipse (my crybaby bfs. they deserve their own posts)

2) my love mix up

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐚. 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 [𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜]

notes: idk what i'm doing. i've never gone to uni so i don't know too much about it personally. i don't know what majors they would all be and am mostly just guessing rn- if you have any idea, feel free to lemme know. i need the help lmao. <3 also pls ignore the fact that the icons aren't all the same size i'm too tired and lazy to do that rn-

chapter one: "mrs kwan is my sugar daddy."

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╰┈➤ ❝Y/n L/n, year 2 english major. ❞

❝fuck this shit i'm out.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Atsumu Miya, year 2 kinesiology major. ❞

❝get your stank ass back here.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Kōtarō Bokuto, year 3 kinesiology major. ❞

❝hey, hey, hey, don't fuck this up for me okay?❞

╰┈➤ ❝Kei Tsukishima, year 1 art history major. ❞

❝you guys are annoying.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Keiji Akaashi, year 2 english major. ❞

❝y/n told me to say it.❞ 

╰┈➤ ❝Osamu Miya, year 2 buisiness major. ❞

❝i make the best onigiri. and i will fight you on that.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Rintarō Suna, year 2 kinesiology major. ❞

❝suck a nut.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tetsurō Kuroo, year 3 kinesiology & buisiness major. ❞ (IDK)

❝kitty needs treats.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Kenma Kozume, year 2 buisiness major. ❞ 

❝leave me alone to die.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Shōyō Hinata, year 1 kinesiology major. ❞

❝you look like you could use a hug.❞

[the-celluloid-correspondent]

INDIANA JONES AND THE DIAL OF DESTINY MOVIE REVIEW

Daredevil archaeologist Indiana Jones races against time to retrieve a legendary dial that can change the course of history. Accompanied by his goddaughter, he soon finds himself squaring off against the Nazis.

Why does Kathline Kennedy continue to think that taking legendary characters and turning them into bitter, depressed, old men and only for them to be outdone and replaced by a young, British woman is a good idea. It failed spectacularly with The Last Jedi and you think she would have learned to stop self-inserting her Mary Sue characters into these stories. But nope she fails again with is massive box office bomb.

The more I have thought about the Dial of Destiny the less I enjoy it because to simply state it, it's a mess that is a piss poor excuse for spending over $300 million on. I believe it would be easier to state the positives before I delve into the negatives. This is easily Harrison Ford's best performance as Indiana Jones. He still has that charisma and charm of the iconic character decades later. But his ability to weave the grief and depression his character is facing into his performance is outstanding. Furthermore, Mads Mikkelsen delivers a great performance as the movies main antagonistic. His ability to take paper-thin characters and elevate them to the next level is worthy of much praise. Lastly, John Williams score is out of the park. Despite being in his 90s, he still delivers memorable and powerful scores. Alright that is about it for positives lets get into the negatives.

To state that this story is a mess is a massive understatement. The story is filled with numerous plot contrivances, inconsistent characters, and plot armor. For example, Jones becomes wanted for murder thus forcing him to flee the States. This conflict adds nothing to the story as it is just a device to get Indy out of his shell and for them to call the Nazi cop "trigger-happy Cracker". Not only is it a poor plot device but a very lazy political commentary on police brutality. But what is even more ridiculous is that the movie totally forgets about it by the end as Indy returns home. You think he would still be wanted, but nope they drop the conflict. Another example is during the opening train chase, Mads Mikkelsen character gets smacked in the face by a train light going over 40 MPH. In reality this would have been instant death, but Mikkelsen somehow survives without a single scratch. He should be at least somewhat deformed with a massive scar but nope he looks as handsome as ever. This is worse than surviving a nuclear blast in a fridge.

However, one of the biggest problems this movie faces is Kathline Kennedy's self inserted character of Helena Shaw, played by Phoebe Waller-Bridge. Now Waller-Bridge does okay job playing the character, but the issue is how she is written and how the story treat her. To state it simply, she is a sociopath that the film plays for female empowerment. She uses Indy at without hesitation to get what she wants. She disregards his feeling and belittles his character, while mocking the death of his colleges and friends. To state that Helena is a horrible person is an understatement. What is even worse is that the movie is totally oblivious to how horrible she is. As a woman I am tired of how Hollywood is writing female characters. The fact that writers believe the only way to write a strong female character is to turn them into the definition of toxic masculinity, is incredibly sexist. You think after so much backlash against these type of characters, Hollywood would finally learn, but again their egos are too big for them to learn from constructive criticism.

As it is becoming more a common practice is Hollywood writing, nostalgia is heavily used here to cover up the questionable storytelling. Whether is bring in Miriam last minute to cover the rushed and obviously re-shot ending, or bringing in Sallah for only a few seconds to cover the fact Sallah knew exactly where Indy was right when someone was about to report him to the police, the use of nostalgia is heavy. When this quality of writing is present, it really makes be question the WGA Strike.

One aspect that was somewhat good were the action pieces. I really enjoyed the opening train chase in Nazi Germany. Though the de-aged Harrison Ford with old Ford's voice was really awkward. Then the following chase during the Astronaut Parade was also really fun. However, the tuk-tuk chase was ridiculous as it was drawn out much longer than what is should have been. Furthermore, seeing an 80 year old Harrison Ford beating guys who are less than half his age, was funny to watch.

Overall, Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny is a massive disappointment. It's an unneeded film, that is simply a cash grab that is reliant on nostalgia to cover up it's questionable story. If you are like me, then the real ending for this franchise was Indy and company riding off into the sunset at the end of The Last Crusade. Also where were the gruesome and horrifying villain deaths. That was a greatly missed opportunity.

My Rating: C-