#tthe Mirroring

[nyanbinary-81]

ok ive decided i want maria to be Alive post-SA2 bc i can fuck her up bad abt it <3 maria and shadow both feeling absolutely Fucked Up by the Events and also struggling to have a functional relationship again after half a goddamn century but neither of them has really. Aged.

i just. i really like the idea of shadow having this almost-life. he has friends. allies. enemies. and he found the spectre hed been chasing, haunting a girl he barely recognizes but loves despite everything.

and maria herself is doing. BAD. ohhhh girlie this whole thing has fucked you up...maria experiencing [vague torture-esque scenarios] at the hands of GUN trying to get their stupid superweapon. and she would do it again! because shadow got to live! hes making Friends! sshes got. so much guilt. the guilt of being disabled the guilt of leaving her best friend behind the guilt of coming back to haunt him the guilt of taking it all on her shoulders willingly and still needing help to carry it.

im still not entirely sure the logistics of how sa2 Goes but. i DO know that shadow doesnt die. and that he and maria Struggle afterward. theyll be okay. it just. might take the rest of that half a century.

so if the experimental cures based on shadows dna gave maria black and red eyes like eggman used to be depicted with and she used them to take the fall for shadow allowing him to live on earth where he grows up with/raises eggman and they have a very strained semi-mutual-interests-based relationship until SA2 where eggman unearths maria in a G.U.N. bunker would that be fucked up or what

[manmuncher777]

Just absolutely feral thinking about Gojo with a bimbo pretty pink reader. He’s so obsessed with her, just her innate femininity. Such a nice break from his harsh life outside of her.

So of course hes taking every second he can just to show her how much he loves her, how much he want to worship her.

Even if that involves spreading her out on his lap infront of a mirror, just so she can see exactly how obsessed he is.

Soft kisses are being pressed delicately down the stretch of your neck, marking the skin with small marks and bruises that will soon darken. But it hard to concentrate on the feeling when all you can see is your boyfriend knuckle deep inside your dripping cunt

Yet another pathetic whine is being ripped from your throat at the sight, so dirty, yet you cant seem to tear yourself away from the reflection in front of you.

Not as if you could anyway, your thighs thrown over your boyfriends much larger ones, pink little skirt dragged up and now sitting around your waist.

Leaving your pretty little pussy out in the open. Satoru’s free arm wrapped around your waist, pinning your back to his chiselled front.

“Fuck” Satoru groans, mouth pressing into your shoulder, but you can see his eyes, trained on you. Watching your every move in the reflection.

“Look at you baby, pretty little thing sitting so perfect for me”

You cant do anything but sit there and take whats hes giving you, nails digging into his thighs while you did your best to still yourself. But tthe feeling of his thick digits dragging through your welcoming walls had your hips bucking uncontrollably.

“Toru~” you gasp, not exactly sure what you asking for, mind numbing with the pleasure.

“‘Shhh I know baby” he soothes, undecided on whether he wants to watch your pretty face screw up with pleasure, of if he wants to watch your greedy little cunt suck his fingers in deeper and deeper with each thrust. He cant help himself from moaning at the feeling, his cock pressing eagerly against your back, pretty pink tip starting to form sticky pearl of pre. But he wasn’t worries about that now, he just wanted to see you feel good.

And he was doing a good job at that, soft whines of him name leaving your mouth over and over like a prayer as he brought you closer and closer to the edge

“Look at that face hmm? You close baby” his lips pressing against your ear, knowing damn well hes not going to get an answer from you. “That’s the face you make before you come, right pretty girl?”

You can hear the smirk in his voice, and that because hes right, he knows he right. He can feel it in the way you’re squeezing him, the way your mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

Your nails dig into his thighs even harder now, unaware of the pressure you’re applying. Just trying to use the man beneath you to ground yourself. Especially with his thumb now pressing into your puffy clit, the sensation eliciting a shriek from you when he does.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” His eyes trained on your face now, making eyecontact with you in reflection. Unable to bring yourself away from his stare. He’s whispering filthily in your ear now, doing everything he can to tip you over the edge “come on sweets, wanna see how pretty you look when I make you lose it”

And you do exactly that - back arching and eyes fluttering as he fucks you through your high. A broken moan of his name leaves your lips as you soak his fingers, walls fluttering around him as he moans at the sight. Staring at your reflection, beautiful and ruined

“Shit” he breathes, voice hoarse, “I could watch you like this forever”

REQUESTS OPEN 🔥

[damnfandomproblems]

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To tthe reply: "these fucking notes lmfao. misandry is not real ☠️"

Even if I wanted to believe this I couldn't because of the attitude of your kind. You should look into the mirror.

Posting as a response to a previous ask.

[yb-cringe]

i think joui looks in the mirror white knuckling tthe sink and has to be like i am never puppy stressed when i do my puppy best i am never puppy stressed when i do my puppy best--

[musclegeneration]

Tthe air buzzed with anticipation In the auditorium. The young man, Alex, sat on the edge of his seat, his palms slightly sweaty. He had never been to a bodybuilding show before, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. The posters outside promised bulging biceps, chiseled chests, and veins that looked like highways on a map. But Alex wondered if it was all just smoke and mirrors.

As the curtains lifted, the stage came alive. The spotlight hit the first competitor, and Alex’s skepticism wavered. The man stood there, a living sculpture carved from granite. His skin glistened under the harsh lights, every muscle defined and purposeful. The crowd erupted in applause, and Alex found himself clapping too, caught up in the collective awe.

The next competitor stepped forward, and Alex’s breath hitched. This man was different—brooding, with a dark intensity. His eyes locked onto Alex’s, and for a moment, time stood still. The man flexed, and his biceps swelled like balloons. Alex’s heart raced, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Was it admiration or something else that stirred within him?

As the show continued, Alex’s skepticism melted away. Alex watched as they posed, their muscles dancing like poetry. The crowd roared, and Alex felt a strange mix of envy and desire.

He glanced around. The audience was a sea of wide-eyed faces, all lost in the spectacle. But Alex’s gaze kept returning to the dark-eyed competitor. His mind raced. He wanted to be like them—to sculpt his body into something powerful and beautiful. But there was more to it. He wanted to touch that intensity, to feel the fire that burned within those veins.

As the final competitor took the stage, Alex’s heart pounded. This man was a mountain—a colossus of sinew and strength. His back rippled like a stormy sea, and his legs were tree trunks. Alex’s hands clenched involuntarily. He wanted to run his fingers over those ridges, to trace the roadmap of dedication etched into the man’s skin.

And then it hit him—the attraction wasn’t just physical. It was primal, magnetic. These men weren’t just objects of admiration; they were symbols of power, determination, and vulnerability.

[mustelifiedmerchandise]

hey dw abt it being confident doesnt make you an asshole as long as you arent putting others down

HADKJFSSGKJH. NO DONTt EVEN WORRY I DONTt TtHINK BEING CONFIDENTt MAKESS ME AN ASSSSHOLE. TtHE WHOLE FLEXING AND TtAKING A MIRROR PICTtURE tHING ISS A SSTtEREOTtYPICAL ASSSSHOLE KINDA MOVE, TtHOUGH. TtHATtS WHY I SSAID "SSOME ASSSSHOLE" INSSTtEAD OF "AN ASSSSHOLE."

[lectersobsession]

mostly family problems,, but ssome dysphoria about my body too. vvery sad..

im sorry you are still not feeling tthe best, either. i'm always here (literally..) if you need aanyone, my savior.. 🤍

-🕊️

Very sorry to hear it, dove. The pains that come with family is something I can certainly understand, and dysphoria… a cruel dissonance, to feel estranged from one’s own vessel. You deserve gentleness, not just from others, but from the mirror— from the skin you wake in.

[justagayyo]

warm and cool peaceful summer night

Two lesbians, drawn in the cozy, offbeat style of the Bob's Burgers universe, live in a quiet coastal town where life moves at their own rhythm. One has short red hair, always slightly tousled, wearing a flannel blue jeans and converse. tThe other has cropped black hair, simple black shoes, and a sweatshirt blue jeans. .

The one with red hair works part-time helping out at the local record store. She likes to keep a tiny metal skull-and-crossbones necklace piece dangling from the rearview mirror of the store's delivery van—no real reason, just because it looks cool and makes her smile every time she sees it sway. The one with black hair stays home, tending a few houseplants and occasionally helping neighbors organize cluttered bookshelves. She doesn’t work for money, but she gives in other ways—quietly, genuinely, without a timer running.

They spend slow mornings tangled in each other's arms, sharing gentle kisses between sips of coffee. On quiet afternoons, they lie on the couch together, legs intertwined, soft music playing, making out lazily like time doesn’t matter. Frenching comes naturally, never rushed, just deep and affectionate—a language of love spoken in silence. It’s not sexual, just a form of closeness they cherish. Sometimes they don't even bother to move their bodies; they're so comfortable, so perfectly lazy, that only their heads shift slightly. Just face, lips, tongue—a soft, slow dance between two people who don’t need more than this.

It is a love like none other as they both drift off to sleep in that kissing. It is like peace like none other; like raw unadulterated love to both of their hearts. Both their hearts are intertwined all warm and cozy and comfortable and airy—not too warm—and it’s such a wonderful thing.

Sometimes, one of them dozes off mid-makeout, still curled into the other. When that happens, the one still awake smiles softly, brushes a thumb across their cheek, and carries her to bed. It’s a quiet ritual now—gentle, loving, and full of unspoken care.

Some nights, their lazy making out and frenching is so good, so slow and effortless, they both eventually trail off into silence and fall asleep right there on the couch where they’re sitting. Heads leaned together, faces close, hearts content.

And on those nights, they’re usually still in their pajamas—band t-shirts and plaid pajama pants—wrapped in a blanket, warm but not too warm. The red haired one lays down horizontally across the couch, and the black-haired one lies gently on top, cuddling and spooning her in their sleep. Limbs tangled just enough to hold each other close without thinking. The record player might still be spinning something soft in the background, casting dim, slow-turning shadows on the wall.

No one gets it, really. People see them and act like they’re immature or childish, like they’re not really living life because they don’t follow the usual script. But the one with the red hair gets defensive when that happens. She crosses her arms, looks them right in the eye, and says, "Well, can you do everything?"

That usually shuts people up.

They get each other. And that’s enough.

They love without noise, live without pressure, and exist with quiet intention. In their world, doing nothing in the conventional sense means making space for everything that actually matters.

And every night, they fall asleep knowing they chose the right kind of strange.

[alternateanonymous]

shadows vs reflections. There are natural reflections and then there are artificial reflections. water is life, it helps you see yourself. it is a natural reflection. But mirrors and cameras and all of that, that is articifial reflection. that's not right. its not natural, it is a forced image. Shadows, you wanna merge with your shadow. that is God. Light and dark, in this world the darkness is unpure. In Heaven or in the new Heaven darkness will be pure. it will be quiet and peaceful. God will reign. You will be connected with your shadow self. And you're shadow self will no longer be dictated by your waking life. It will not have to conform to your waking life's actions in these world. But you will be one when you chose this path. One day you will return to be full again, if you chose it. If you ackwnoeldge your shadow self. You are not alone. You have a shadow self. You are alwaus together, wait until you are together. I wonder what my shadow self is like. I know what she looks like. But i wonder. how she is personally. What is she like personailty wise. Shadow self is the completly unfiltered parts of ourselves. Shadows self combining with this body when we die probably, or this conciousness. We are confined to this conscious world. Keep learning keep growing you will find the truth. 12:13 pm. Now go eat something, you have been starving all night!!!!! Shadow self?? is that you inside of me. Are you that voice that i have only recently been hearing? the "adult" version of me???? is that you>??????? yup. im here with you, do not be afraid. Do not question. i am inside of you because i am you. Trust yourself it is going to be scary but trust yourself. The sights and scents and things you can feel are beautiful. but please. trust yourself, we will be one when you die, you must stay true to love tho. You must love and be love and be justice and honesty. All of the imperitive pillars you hold in your heart already.

Use this life to strengthen those as much as you can, strike down all that opposes you and be merciful just like Jesus and God. The Holy Spirit is within you girl! When you go to sleep. We combine. I get to take over. Butttttttttt, you don't go to sleep that much. Haha, it's ok. You should go to sleep more often because I wanna do more stuff. I know you won't remeer some of it, BUTTT you do remeber someeeeee of it just not all of it. But if you keep meditating and connecting with nature and following the guidelines you have set ou for yourself we can get closer mentally!! not physically but mentally. Don't worry. In dreams, thats jus tthe shadow self realm going on. So yea, all of those really horrible things did go through to you. the nightmares. it's because they made me feel something, so you felt it on the other end. I'm sorry. You made the right decisions, but i'm sorry we had to go through that. We are stronger now/ (Why are you appologizing? You are the one who had to go thorugh that not me!) Because we are one and because you felt a little bit of that. I'm sorry. (I'm sorry. I can take action in this life by ther things i surround myself with and I chose that, and that's what caused you to go throguh that and i am sorry so sorry. i will do better i know i can. Looking back i realize my mistakes and i was naive and young. I will do better in this life so whatever happens in your life(?) it won't be as bad anymore. It has been better already because i have only dreamed of good things, odd things nonethless. But nothing as bad as then! Don't worry. It's getting beter. it wil get better. It is already better) It is already better. But now go, you've spent to much time talking to me!!! GO GIRLLL EAT FOODDDDDD!!!!

12:21

[raspberryjamnnn]

the clock stopped ticiking, forever ago

howl ong have i been bup? i dont know

i cant geyva grip but i cant let go

there awsint anti thing to hold on to though

why, cant i see

whi.cant i see?

all tje colord

thats you see

plaes, can i ve

pleas e, can i be

colorful and free?

whay the hells going on, xant comeone hell me ease

why im switching faster 5hatn the channels on tv

im black then im whukte, no sonething isnt right

my enenys incisible i dont know how to fight

the reembing fear, is more than i xN take, when im up agains tthe ecjo int the mirror

echo, o-ozo-oooh o-oj

im gonnea bjtnr my house dowm into an uffle bkack

im gonna run away nkw ant never loock back

im gonna burn my hourd down into an ugly black

i. gonee rin away now and never looknbavk

gonna burn by house fone and never look vbak

and never look ckabo

AND NEVER LOOK BACK

what the hells going on, cam someone tell me pkrsae

why im swithing faster thatn the channels on tv

im black then im white, no something isnt right

my enimy s inceisibke, i dont know how to fught

the trembling fear is more than i can take

when im jp afaind the echo int eh meaiir

echo oohoh-oho-o-ohz oz-oh-o-o-oh

[eun-012]

Day 5 - 5/10/24

No activity picture due to my apple watch being dead the entire day.

I worked today, i woke ip and got to work. I work in delivery so all i did all day long was walk, carry heavy bags and cycle.

i dont deliver food i deliver groceries so its way heavier then delivering like food and stuff. but it was a good day. i didnt eat before work so i still did mh omad which props to myself because i didnt even know i was able to do that.

honestly it was way easier to not eat during work then i thought it would be. I peobably burned more then enough calories today. I worked out for 15 minutes and my othwr goals are going strong.

I havent skipped skincare not once and i brush my teeth every morning and evening, i also shower everyday.

When i sucked in my stomach and looked in the mirror i got tthe smallest glimpse of my rib and that only motivated me to lose even more.

i really hope ill lose a significant amount. I wont weigh in during october but 1 day before the end i will weigh in. im excited for it. the ideal situation would be that ive reached double digits.

mascspo of the day:

i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight. i will lose weight.

[king-nyx]

"No, I'm sorry I startled you," Audrey said, reaching out. "What's wrong love?"

Apollo sighed, glaring at the mirror, "Nothing."

Audrey smiled, she took of her shirt brandishing her own scars that rose from the center of her chest.

"Hey," Audrey said, taking his hand. "We match now."

Apollo smiled at tthe sentiment, reaching out and kissing her.

"I love you."

"I love you too," Audrey said, squeezing his hand and lightly tracing the scars on his chest.

Do you think covid existed in the Season? Do you think that for 2020-2021 Zeus couldn't host two Seasons. He had to wait until 2022 when restrictions finally lifted?

I'm gonna assume that covid didn't exist for my own sanity

[markwatkinsreviews]

CD REVIEW: GENE CLARK – The Lost Studio Sessions 1964-1982 (2024)

Twenty-four tracks on one CD that contains a mellow blend of studio sessions and live recordings. American-native Gene Clark (founding father of The Byrd's and chief song-writer) passed away in 1991 aged 46, coming to rest in Missouri under an epitaph that reads, 'No Other'.

The Bryds made fellow-folkie Bob Dylan's song - Mr Tambourine Man - popular, scoring Number Ones in the UK & US. Gene Clark has jammed with many of his contemporaries under the banner of "country-rock", including former Byrd & Burrito, Gram Parsons (whose cosmic spirit rests under a "Joshua Tree").

Track Listing:

The Way I Am / I’d Feel Better / That Girl / A Worried Heart / If There’s No Love / Back Street Mirror / Don’t Let It Fall Through / Back To Tthe Earth Again / The Lighthouse / The Awakening Within / Sweet Adienne / Walking Through This Lifetime / The Sparrow / Only Yesterday’s Gone / She Darked The Sun / Roll In My Sweet / Baby’s Arms / She Don’t Care About Time / Don’t That Road Look Rough And Rocky Bars Have Made A Prisoner Out Of Me / One Hundred Years From Now / The Letter / Still Feeling Blue / No Memories Hangin’ Round / I’ll Feel A Whole Lot Better.

Some really super stuff indeed.

So, what was LOST has been FOUND; the unreleased, shall be released, ALL thanks to Wienerworld.

THE LOST STUDIO SESSIONS is out 21 June, 2024.

Rating: 8.5/10

Gene Clark – The Lost Studio Sessions 1964-1982 – Wienerworld

Mark Watkins, Dare radio, 12 June, 2024.

[enbyboiwonder]

Kouhei: i ca;nt bleiev clowns r real.;;; wha tthe fuck...

Tomoki: Did you just discover mirrors?

Kouhei: Shut up!! Shut the fuck up!!!!!

[zerobaseonefics]

crying bc you ssying i'm an interesting person makes me too happy for my own good💔💔💔 ure too cute fr

also tthe fake it till you make it is kind of real, in my case at least. started that thing like 3 or 4 years ago and now i have some weird kind of on and off confidence?? like sometimes i wake up and i genuinely think good things about myself. sometimes i wake up and i wanna smash my face into the mirror bc "why am i like this i hate myself" 😭

and well tbh i prepare what i wanna say to you throughout my day. i spend like 3 hours outside every day (tuesday to friday at least) bc of my internship at the daycare and i just spend my time ✨thinking✨ (I'm a homebody this is the only thing i hate about this job) and uhm yeah. my thought processes are kinda weird but sometimes i think of stuff and i just go "oh wait. i could tell that to venom!" because i planned on sending something into yiur inbox that day.

maybe try preparing what you could talk about to cherry before you enter the inbox. it's hard to come up with stuff when you're just. put on the spot??

idk if that helped you with anything but yeah

-anon² 🧡

im glad it makes you happy cuz i meant it fr 🤞🏼

tbh i don't think confidence is about loving yourself everyday yk. plus, people see this mostly as physical appearance thing, like "do i think i look good?". i don't think questionning your looks or who you are as a person is due to a lack of confidence. i consider myself veryy confident but lemme tell you sometimes i hate how i look sm i gaslight myself into not seeing my reflection in the mirror 💀

i think confidence is knowing you're valuable and should not let people treat you otherwise or at least, not giving them the power to make you feel like you're not valuable. honestly that's just what i worked on for my whole life and everything became sooo much easier!! if you know you're worth it, you try new things more easily, big challenges, you're less scared of telling people what you think about. in fact you can do everything you want even if you're a bit scared when you're confident

BUT THIS IS SO CUTE YOU THINK ABT ME THROUGHOUT THE DAY 🫶🏼 you're right about this maybe if i'm prepared to say something i can do it more easily. from now on i'll follow your advice, they are pretty much helpful ‼️

it's so cool you work at a daycare!!! it's with kids right? if i understood the word the right way 😭