#uncomfortable for me to have pressure in.

[ifwdominicfike]

giving virgin sub!chris his first blowjob

this is inspired by @mattybsgroupie virgin!chris with milf!reader, so go check her out i lovelovelove her fics!!!

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“p- please mama..” you hear the boy whine while clenching his fists, not knowing where to put his hands. “please what sweet boy? m’gonna need a little more than that” you grin, your eyes low as you continue to rub over the forming bulge through his jeans. “need- need your m-mouth” he murmurs, clearly embarrassed. “need my what? c’mon honey.. one more time”

he can’t help but grind his hips up into nothing at your teasing words, he knew what you were doing and he was willing to do anything to have your pretty mouth around him. “you’re that desperate? fuck baby.. just say it one more time and i’ll give you whatever y’want” he shudders when he feels you apply more pressure to his hard dick, begging to be freed from the uncomfortable layers.

“please mama! n- ngh- need your mouth” his voice now a little louder than before, you smile and begin to unbutton his jeans pulling them down to reveal him. “such a good, perfect boy, yeah? look at you, s’all for me” you wrap your hand around him and begin to slowly stroke him.

“m-mama.. mm” all that is heard from him is mumbles and incoherent nonsense, “yeah baby?” he can hear the smirk in your tone, his hips buck again as if trying to silently say that he wants needs more.

you finally take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him. “o-ohh mam- fuck! r-right th-there” his hands start to scatter not knowing where to put them, you rest both of them in your hair. your continuous humming and moaning around him pushes him closer and closer to the edge and his hands steadily grip onto your now messy hair.

it doesn’t take him long to feel that pit in his stomach become stronger “m- m’gonna cum c-can i cum mama please!” his soft whimpers and whines signal that he’s close, you pull off for a split second. “go ahead baby, cum for me” you focus your attention on his sensitive tip and stroke the rest of him. “please please please-“ he doesn’t even know what he was begging for, just babbling off nonsense as he reaches his high.

“good boy you did s’good for me, my sweet boy” you let off of him and swipe over his tip with your thumb, teasing him. “n-no more please.. m’tired” he whines while trying to swat your hands away. “okay baby, no more. m’so proud of you” you climb up onto the bed and he rests his head on you, letting his tired figure settle onto your chest before curling up and dozing off into a peaceful sleep.

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

ok so im SOAKED thinking about virgin!chris SIGHHHH ugh anyways i feel like its so awkward towards the end when ending smut IDK but i hope you enjoy!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @ellaapsworld @chrissv4mp @jetaimevous @mattsbrowser @submattenthusiast @flouvela @sturniolosiphone @chrislova @sophand4n4 @mattsfavoritestar @mattslolita @y3sterdaysproblem @strnilolover @cayleeuhithinknott @cherrynflowergarden @sturnsmia @slut4chris888 @marrykisskilled

[dreaming-in-the-dark]

just saw a tag on @tsarinablogs about max, saying “i just know the fab five would love him.”

and, listen. hear me out. i know that was a joking off-handed comment but PLEASE imagine that queer eye episode with me right now.

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it’s the off season or summer break. we open with max in a sim race or coming back from his morning workout around monaco.

we cut to the fab five winding through the streets. they’re taking in the sights of monte-carlo and talking about video edits they’ve seen of max on insta. they mention drive to survive (gotta plug the other netflix shows but you know they’ve seen some episodes at the least). the guys pull up to his apartment and knock. max answers the door (he knew this was happening because security, money, pr, etc. but does he really know what he’s getting himself into? no).

tan would be horrified. would definitely make a snarky comment about max being so rich but wearing nothing but team gear and jeans or a t-shirt in jeans out in public on race weekends. “i googled your salary, and there is no excuse for this, so i’m going to teach you how to pick easy outfits that are still comfortable but not so boring or identical.” though i’m sure they know max wears other things outside of racing, he’d encourage max to show up to media day in new outfits and though we love the same tuxedo for at least four years at the prize giving ceremony, i have so much hope that tan would bring him to a monaco tailor and get him a new one. let’s be for real he would love this episode because they would (hopefully) let him use some of max’s money to buy new clothes.

bobby would probably laugh at max’s sim setup taking up the majority of a room and then make the space more functional, maybe adding more places for trophy shelves since max has said that he keeps some in the closet. also, he could help make the space nicer and safer for future baby verstappen-piquet!

jvn would ask him if he ever has preferences about his hair (shorter or a little more shaggy) or if he just goes with the flow, ask what makes the race helmet more uncomfortable with the sweat and avoid that, and then give max (easy and few) products for hair care especially for athletes, etc. would probably also talk about all the travel max has to do and dealing with stuff on the go.

karamo would bring him to a nearby karting track or to somewhere on the monaco gp circuit to talk about championship mindset, the pressure and criticism max deals with, how he handles online stuff, anything. karamo also definitely mentions how it’s impressive that he can focus on stuff outside racing well. plus don’t forget talking about max’s soon to be expanding family!

antoni would of course have to work around diet plans but could teach max to make some of the stuff he likes fresh or in new ways to change things up, as well as complain about the amount of red bulls max drinks. like “max, at some point he brand doesn’t need to dominate your life this much.”

the little event that they normally have them working up to at the end could either be a little gathering with the monaco f1 drivers, but more realistically maybe just the next race or a red bull/sponsor event max is attending

at the end, the guys watch the little “after” video (which was definitely created and edited by red bull’s pr team) and then the they cheer max on in the gp that weekend while simultaneously having very little clue what is happening. they love crofty’s commentary.

[claudiafrankie]

Pick a Card: How is Your Soul Doing

Disclaimer: Tarot is not an evidence-based practice. You are in charge of making your own decisions.

Pile 1 - Water

Wowie pile 1! This feels really good. The picture on the oracle card you picked made me feel like you are in this drop of water, protected and encased in this womb. The rainbow looks like it's feeding/emptying into the water drop, kind of like an umbilical chord. You are kind of churning around and developing, maybe growing a little uncomfortable, feeling like you are too big for your current environment.

Then, bursting over the waves or a rocky mountain range in the distance, a bright white sun explodes into the sky. I see you with your back to this, you aren't aware of it yet.

It looks like the drop of water is suspended over the ocean - and not a calm one. You are cocooned amidst a storm. You probably have felt like you've been in survival mode for a long time. Trying to do small things to bring the light and spark back into your life, with nothing really sticking or working for you. You might have been feeling like you just want to cut everyone off and run away, or like you need to do something drastic, or make some kind of otherwise significant change in your life.

I think you are being heavily protected right now, and watched over. The rainbow emptying into the drop, to me, is like your ancestors and guides providing you with the nourishment you need should you decide to seek it out. They have been sending you messages and communicating with you, and want to pass on advice and wisdom. It's like your outside looks solid or mostly the same, but on the inside you are caterpillar chrysalis enzyme goo, not quite sure what you are going to solidify into.

I think you have been emitting light and hope to those around you during this time of transformation, whether you are aware of it or not. There seems to be light emitting from the right side of the water drop, which spirals upwards and connected with the illuminated sky. I think people around you are anticipating your reveal, waiting to see what kind of person you are going to become.

I think you feel pressure from this, like you have to become something extraordinary and "wow" people that you might not even know very well to begin with. This is part of why you are in this cocoon, you are connecting with who it is that you want to be. Without taking outside opinions into consideration. Going deep into that space within you that is always there, that's quiet and still, that connects you to god.

Pile 2: Fire

Hey pile 2, welcome to your reading!

You chose the 'fire' oracle card, which reads: "As one of the four physical elements, Fire brings us inspiration, creativity, and focus, while also being associated with the masculine properties of strength and life-force. This card can indicate a powerful time of transformation and creative energy."

Your tarot cards are: Queen of Swords, 3 of Swords, Knight of Swords, Nine of Swords, and the Page of Cups.

Looking at your oracle card I was getting the feeling that you have been putting out signals, trying to communicate the need for help, ask for assistance from the universe or your guides or some higher power or source, whatever you believe in.

It looks like the pyramid in the bottom center of the card is lit on fire with the orange/red triangle on the top. Then the large planet-looking object hovers above, and I get the sense that there is help coming to you that may come as a surprise, maybe in the form of a person you wouldn't expect.

Also with fire, and asking for help, I started thinking about fire signals, and then that moment in Lord of the Rings where Gondor lights the beacons to summon help from Rohan - "The beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid!"

Looking at the Queen of Swords kicking off your spread, (using the universal waite deck) she holds her sword upright looking straight ahead, gesturing outwards with her left hand. She gazes over the rest of your cards, we only see her right profile. The 3 of Swords stands before her, and the Knight of Swords comes crashing in, sword raised, windswept and single-minded.

The 3 of Swords is sandwiched between the queen and the knight... big red juicy, pierced three times, exposed to the elements.

The queen has placed her sword in the heart and so has the knight. Then there is a final ace of swords down the middle - remember in Avatar the Last Airbender, one of the very first episodes, we learn that Sokka tried to remove a fishhook lodged in his hand with another fishhook?

The nine of swords... Something has been attempted to be solved from an angle that doesn't work anymore. A cerebral, thinking one. You have thought yourself in circles about something. You have learned a great deal, about yourself and whoever else this involves. But it's hurting you. And ultimately, it's done. Whatever has happened is over now, but it's like your brain cannot seem to let go. You hold on, desperately trying to decipher some riddle, some code, some writing on the wall that at this point you think you might be imagining.

The Page of Cups stands at the very end of your spread - the only card that's not in the suit of swords. He sees the woman in the nine of swords suffering night terrors, and the repetitive cerebral approach being taken to mending the broken heart. He doesn't seem to be judging, he offers his cup lightly, almost like he's dancing. Here is the help you called for - the Queen, looking over all the cards between her and the end of your spread, is beginning to see above the clouds. How her sword is not a one-size-fits-all tool for solving problems. She has become so used to running her world using her brain. The page sees this and, filled with respect and admiration for her obvious intellectual prowess, lovingly and informally suggests a new way. One that's a little less heavy than that steel sword in your hand.

The four of cups at the bottom of the deck - the page offers his cup but won't force you to take it. After that, the six of swords, ace of pentacles, queen of wands, ace of wands... I think you might want to take that cup.

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄKisaki’s Aidꨄ

Oneshot - Dark Content - Angsty

❦You were only supposed to be a distraction for Mikey to aid in Kisaki’s plan. You were never meant to join Toman. Now look at you.❦

Tetta Kisaki, Shuji Hanma, and Sano Manjiro x Female Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, WATTPAD, & AO3 UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.

✩Characters are 18+ as always.

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Kisaki’s Aid

A fresh stream of tears fell down your face as your eyes shut tightly, eyebrows furrowed at the pain piercing through your bottom half. The palms of your hands ache as you shakily hold yourself in a doggystyle position. Your knees are embedded against the cold cement floor of the abandoned arcade. Although your body was heated from your own embarrassment and discomfort, your nipples hardened as a response to the naturally cold room. You fight the urge to bang your fist against the floor as you hiss in pain, the object of torture surpassing the anal walls as it is pushed deeper into your body. You couldn’t lie your head against the floor to hide your face from the piercing gazes of the men around you. The metallic taste of blood seeps through your teeth from biting your bottom lip.

“K-Kisaki…” You manage to whimper before your eyes widen and jaw hangs open in a silent scream, keeping your gaze in front of you at the torn wallpaper. The pressure is at an all time high when the culprit, Hanma shoves the thick rubber toy all the way into your anus. Your lip quivers at the immense agony from having not been prepared beforehand, as well as the natural discomfort from your ass being penetrated. Hanma wears a sly smirk on his face as he gazes down from his crisscrossed position on the floor behind you, one hand resting on top of your lower back as he leans forward. He rests his head against the arm placed on your skin.

“Trying to plead your case now, hm? Isn’t it a little late for that, doll?” He teased before slowly easing the object out of your hole and abruptly pushing it all the way in, a gasp leaving your throat.

Your head turns to the side to face the man who sat on a chair in front of your pitiful display, his upper body weighing down as he rests his arms on his lap, man spreading. You wince at the intense glare you receive once your eyes meet. Although the man wore a frown, you knew deep down that his sadistic nature is currently pleased at the view of you on your knees at his mercy.

He’s always been disturbed and you knew it. You’ve known ever since you first met, which is why you kept your distance. That is, until one day you decided to be a hero and step in for a beating that was meant for him when you were both in middle school. Although you knew he was grateful at the time, you should’ve known that when he watched you get beat by the upperclassmen and hadn’t given you a hand during the fight, the friendship would never be equal.

Kisaki has always seen everyone as inadequate beings who were under his pedestal. He constantly uses people to get everything he wants. He’s nothing but an opportunist, which is why you are where you’re at right now. How were you supposed to know that you’d bond with the invincible Mikey to the extent that he’d invite you to join his gang? That he’d want to give you protection. Of course, you having never experienced what it’s like to have a true friend, accepted the offer. Mikey and his gang showed you a different side of life that you’ve never experienced before. Not even with your own family.

Honestly, you should’ve known joining another gang would piss Kisaki off, but considering he’s there as well you didn’t think it would be this much of a problem.

“I don’t think you understand what you have done, Y/n.” His finger met the bridge of his glasses as he sat up in his seat, one hand placed on his thigh.

“I don’t care that Mikey is your leader. You are mine. You only listen to my commands. You only do what I tell you to do.” His tone is calm and yet menacing at the same time. You look down as his gaze becomes too much.

That’s right. It’s about control. It’s always been about control. There’s nobody who can save you from this. Not even Mikey.

“You okay, Y/n?”

Your thoughts are interrupted as you turn to face your new leader, the wind blowing against his locks as he eyes you with curiosity. The smell of the fresh air seeps through your nostrils as you give a small smile before eyeing the river ahead.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t fully believe you, but decides not to push it. He shifts his gaze ahead, foot placed on the ground as he rests one arm over the lifted knee.

“You know why I chose you, Y/n?”

“Cuz I like you.” Your eyes widen as you turn to him, the male standing as he turns around, his back facing you.

You eye him, mesmerized as his face turns to you, as well as he gestures for you to hold his hand.

“Be my wifey.♡︎”

You wince in pain as your jaw is yanked upright, forcing you to sit up on your knees as you make eye contact with Kisaki.

“His wifey? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Y/n.” He growls before throwing you back, your ass meeting the cold floor as your back lands on Hanma’s front. His arms wrap around your waist as his legs are spread, locking your body into his vicinity.

“Such a shame you weren’t gonna tell him, Y/n. Keeping secrets now, hm? Kid’s got you actin out.” Hanma adds his two scents as his grip tightens around your naked body. Your eyes widen at the statement. How’d they know about Mikey asking you out? They must’ve been watching. Your knees meet your chest as Kisaki crouches down in front of you.

“You must’ve lost your goddamn mind. Are you a whore now? Do you give in that easily for a little attention?”

“You know nothing!” You lash out. “You know nothing about me. I’m not a whore.” Your nails pierce your own thighs as you angrily gaze at Kisaki through teary eyes.

“Relax, Y/n.” Hanma says into your neck before layering kisses until his lips meet your ear. His hands ease under your legs before parting them, slightly lifting you off the floor. The object inside of your ass shifts from the movement.

“If you’re not a whore, why are your legs spread for two different men when you have a partner?” He chuckled as your eyes widened.

“I-I…this isn’t something I want!” You exclaim.

Kisaki sighs as he sits in front of you.

“I guess it was inevitable for a stupid slut like you.” More tears burn at the hurtful words, an abrupt feeling of rage shoots through your body as you begin to struggle in Hanma’s hold.

“I hate you Tetta Kisaki! I fucking hate you so much! I hate both of you!” You cry out as you feel his fingers slide up your sweaty slit.

“Awe, not even gonna say my name? No fair.” Hanma’s eyes widen with excitement as he enjoys your weeping.

You watch as Kisaki begs Mikey for his spot in Toman. You’ve never seen him as desperate as he is now, and it honestly feels amazing. You told your significant other everything while also leaving out some details that you didn't want to relive and for the sake of Mikey not killing anyone. You realized that you had to find an out from Kisaki and Hanma. You had to take action.

Before the culprits fully walked away along with their troops, both men turned to you with icy glares that caused you to freeze in your spot. You all stood there for a moment before they broke contact and walked away. You couldn’t help the shiver that went up your spine as you bit your lip.

“It’s okay, Y/n. You’re safe now. I’m never gonna let you out of my sight.” You gaze at the dark eyes fixed on you. Although you felt comfort, you couldn’t shake the off putting feeling of familiarity Mikey’s eyes gave you.

[lesbiansforboromir]

Here's a more compact review of the War of the Rohirrim film for anyone interested! SPOILERS AHEAD!!

Positives;

The backgrounds were all very beautifully painted and the lighting really elevated the character design and smoothed over the janky animation. Where other aspects of the film fall off, often the background artistry and lighting over all of it still manages to convey a very dramatic and immersive moment to the viewer. It's probably the best part of the film.

The part where Helm's ice-ghost phase is teased was really cool and atmospheric and I got a little thrill of what I'd kind of always been wanting from this film.

Frealaf was pretty lovely (what little we got of him) and I appreciated that his darker skin tone was implicitely associated with his Gondorian heritage. I THINK I appreciate the idea that Frealaf's father was Gondorian, though I wish it had been better utilised.

I also really liked the moment where Helm is about to fight Freca and he gives his crown, signet ring and mantle over to Frealaf in this like... symbolic giving up of his Kingship in this moment where his actions are about to make him unworthy of it.

I appreciated Olwyn existing as an older female character in a purely action based roll.

Helm's voice actor and design were pretty cool, I came around to enjoying how much effort they put into making him extremely imposing.

Hama being a twink who was born to be a bard but forced to be a heroic second prince was a nice touch.

General Targg of Dunland might have been my favourite character, inspite of the fact that I am really curious to know where this organised military of Dunland is for him to reach the rank of 'General' in.

Negatives;

Gurl the racism. See here for more details.

The overall narrative seems to me direly lacking in like... basis. I am lead to believe Hera's journey is about her reclaiming her right to choose her own life for herself. But she is never actually pressured into any choice, nor does it appear that her father ever restricted her freedom in any way. So I don't really see where her choices were actually removed to such a degree. If her desire is to see her choices respected by the men in her life, well that never happens for either Helm nor Wulf, who force her to let them die or to kill them, respectively. It feels like in their rush to censor any negative aspects of Helm they kind of removed the reason Hera is frustrated in the first place, he cant be TOO much of a misogynist etc etc.

This is twisted up within 'gurl the racism' but Wulf's manner and presentation make me FEEL like he is a villain we are supposed to mildly feel for? We see him as a child, we see him struggle with what he's doing, we see his clear desperation and despair and hear him talk about loneliness and suffering... but at the end of the day in the way that it is presented Wulf is fundamentally foul and deluding himself and all his problems appear to be of his own making. In general it is extremely uncomfortable for the 'obsessive stalker' villain to also every now and then say 'I am devastated because of how my dunlending blood has been prejudiced against all my life by your family and the wider rohir society' like... by only him mentioning it but it never being actually acknowledged by anyone else it just comes across so shallow and unsettling.

This is a review from my book-biased perspective so understand it within that lense but still gurl... the lore. What the hell do you mean the eagles speak a language only a wizard can understand? No they can just speak! What do you mean there is A watcher in the water in some undisclosed lake in Rohan somewhere? There is one Watcher and it's name is very specific to the doomed Moria expedition! At least give this new squid fellow a rohir name. Speaking of!!

IS IT SO HARD TO NAME ROHIR CHARACTERS IN..... ROHIRRIC?? OLD ENGLISH IS RIGHT THERE... HERA HAS NO MEANING... THERE ARE SO MANY COOL HISTORICAL ANGLO SAXON PRINCESSES YOU COULD CHOOSE FROM...

Included in the 'gurl, the lore' segment but in need of it's own post so I will try to be brief; (Theoden voice) where was Gondor... when a herd of Mumakil were marched by Haradrim mercenaries across the Anduin, up through the Pelennor, across Calenadhon and over Rohan's southern border... did they sneak by... were they stealth Mumakil, did they have elven cloaks too.

But also Where Was Gondor just in general. Like to the detriment of the actual narrative, opening up plot holes that didn't even need to be there, the fact that Gondor is ALSO supposed to be at war right now is completely ignored and discarded.

THE BATTLE OF EDORAS... TF ARE YOU ALL DOING! Like I know it is kind of hypocritical of me to request sensible war tactics when we're adapting Tolkien, he did not give a good example, but like... where were the horse archers, why are you charging down an infantry-only army, why even be on a horse if you aren't going to use greater mobility to your advantage, this isn't a siege, this is YOUR territory this is an open field!! Come on! AND ANOTHER THING, did we really have to make the victory of the Dunlendings over Edoras so disconnected from their own effort? Like betrayal is fine, but this was also a well supplied and competant force, and that was a major part of their victory. These were matched combatants! Just kind of another way in which the dunlendings were robbed of any cohesive motive, narrative or skill.

To my admittedly untrained eye... the animation sucks? Like it's clunky and janky and you can see the frames transitioning between each other, the movements often feel awkward and a lot of the drawings are just bad! The Eagles are SO stiff, as are the horses which seems like a cardinal sin in the Horse Lord Film. And then I couple that with the multiple completely unnecessary spinning camera shots Hera gets which are annoying, superfluous and a bizarre thing to spend time on when the rest of the film needs so much more care and attention. In general the GULF of difference between how beautiful the backgrounds are vs how bland the character art is is kind of jarring.

Hera's design.... I hate it. Look I know it's anime but DID Hera have to have thigh high boots... did she really... Why is she so pale if she's supposedly riding sleeveless across the vast countryside everyday? Can a single supposedly feminist film about a 'wild' female protagonist let that woman be like... dirty, or not so agonisingly thin, or give her messy or god forbid short hair. At one point when she is grabbed by a troll and hung in the air they linger uncomfortably long on her ass which her costume design is specifically designed to allow for maximum viewing detail.

The designs of the Dunlendings, Haradrim and especially the Mumakil are all so grim. Like I liked Freca's design to a degree, it was more potent with symbolism and patterning and such, but the rest of it is just SO FUCKIN- well they're ugly! and therefore evil! Do you get it? The ugly grey animalistic people are evil! The Mumakil have literal red snake eyes just so you know they're 'evil animals'. I can't take it anymore, at one point the guy who Eomer throws a spear at in the trilogy just... turns up, like it's literally just him down to the facepaint. And speaking of...

SHUT UP ABOUT THE PJ TRILOGY, SHUT UP AB- besties this film's intro plays alongside the ring theme... THE RING MUSICAL THEME!!!!?? Lines from the films are reused so often and so WILDLY outside of their actual context and meaning that it makes me flinch.

There is a plump little fellow called Leif who is the royal Page I think and everytime someone called Freca fat in such a vitriolic way I was like wow... I mean Leif is right there guys!

Overall a 4/10 from me, it is a watcheable but shallow film that I suspect was more of a cynical attempt by Warner Bros to keep their death grip on the rights to the books, since I think they would have expired if they didn't do something with them soon.

[rorakora]

I’m gonna start by saying this is a valid analysis, and I think understand what you mean. And also that I haven’t listened to the whole fireside yet (just a clip they posted), so if I’m missing big things I apologize.

But I think the context of the rest of the story is left out here and changes a lot.

Because everywhere else they go, there are just as many flaws, just as many ignorant people and harmful systems.

I need to listen to the newest episode a few more times (I’ve listened to most of the show multiple times), but it did not stand out to me as a notably different treatment of people. I’m rural, have been my whole life, and this did not stand out to me as unfair.

Rural especially America (because that’s what I can speak on) is as a whole more conservative, and a host of other harmful behaviors. That’s a generalization and unfair to always assume, and I have a lot of problems with the way urban people talk about rural people and places, but these places are conservative, partly because of the way rural communities are treated, which reinforces itself.

But think about The Citadel. They spend a whole arc there, and show how uncomfortable the actual foundations and daily lives of The Citadel are, beneath all the surface beauty and innovation and convenience. They show the exploitation, the surveillance, the bureaucracy, the all around imperialism.

Or Port Talon, how the communities are kind of disparate and uncommunicative, how this apparently rogue imperial project has affected them, but how most people are just trying to get by. Plus getting into the Azure Battalion somewhat, showing lower ranking military.

And then think about Toma, about Ame’s home, about Ame. Ame is rural. It would be a whole other discussion to talk about her life there, being alienated even in this community that’s supposed to be small and tight knit, because of who she is and how she approaches the world.

But I think the nuance of that, combined with the urban places of Umora not being glamorized or (imo) held any higher than the rural places, is important. We don’t just get to see shitty and dumb lower ranks and rural people. I think the cast are good at not dehumanizing or just dismissing characters who act ignorant and shitty. Those people being kind and helpful doesn’t mean they can’t also be extremely biased and think and do bad things, especially under the pressure of an active war and not having access to the same information as other places.

Plus the focus during the end of arc one on the soldiers who were killed. They are not just a footnote or unimportant, and the main 3 are confronted with that. The narrative doesn’t dismiss them even though to us they are literally faceless and nameless. We didn’t know them, and they’re important regardless.

We’ll have to see how the next few episodes go, and I’m not saying this concern is unfounded or that there is no bias here, that it can’t be improved, but I think picking just this example doesn’t take in the bulk of the important nuance.

To be clear up top, I really love Worlds Beyond Number, and I love the stories and the authenticity and groundedness of it. But listening to this last episode and then the fireside was doubly difficult because:

- I come from a military family that is not officer class (aka my fam would have been imperial infantry and not wizards)

- I grew up rural around lots of farmers and hunters

And some of the statements around both rural people and rank and file military (while likely very true in the story and in this world) in the fireside rubbed me the wrong way. I love Brennan and his mind and worldbuilding, and I understand the purpose of this episode was to lean into the tensions in Ame’s worldview and the truth of Eursolon’s backstory, but damn. The whole ‘these people are stupid and ignorant’ thing sucks, because yeah, there are stupid and ignorant people for sure that are rank and file and rural, but also the perspective feels quite privileged. We got to see good wizards AND bad wizards, but we only get to see shitty and dumb lower ranks. And that’s not the truth I knew growing up military, at all. We got to see very kind but stupid farmers, and while the kindness was a bonus the stupidity across the bar sucked, because some of the smartest people I ever met didn’t make it through grade school.

There was talk in the fireside about xenophobia, and it just felt kinda bad that this person I see as a very clever smart and educated person couldn’t see some of the hypocrisy in that.

So to counter some of what I heard, I want to put out some of my experiences.

Military

- there are xenophobic idiots in the lower ranks, that’s for sure, but there are also a lot of people who are much more involved in the ‘boots on the ground’ field work, especially in peace-keeping, in the lower ranks. This includes cultural exchange and engaging and helping the populace. They often see more and know more, speak the language, and learn proper customs.

- Promotion is supposed to be a meritocracy, but often it is not. If you buck against the system and call out its errors, you won’t be promoted, much like my mother, who was a woman, a corporal, and got the wing commander’s commendation more times than most officers in her squadron, started a mediation program, and was an outspoken feminist who was constantly pushing for justice and fairness.

- typical, lower ranks consider anyone above a seargent fairly ‘out of touch’ with reality, and may have to do their best to work around bad orders, because often, officers are seen as ‘not getting their hands dirty/knowing the truth of a situation’.

- typically higher ranking officers are arrogant and rude and have an elitist mentality, thinking they are better than the lower ranks. In my experience, this is often not the case, as higher-ranking officers typically pay their way for their rank (can afford officer training) which is typically not something available to they generally poor and lower class rank and file.

- sometimes people in lower ranks think very simplistically, and are not good people, but that’s a general outlier in the same way that it is for other groups of people. The bell curve applies to pretty much everything.

- many people in lower ranks join up because they are poor and need money, and the military pays for schooling and is an opportunity to travel. They typically don’t join up because they’re stupid, crude, crass fuckos who like to hurt people. The military is predatory and it feeds on the poor and lower-class citizens who don’t have much social mobility. They’re often not stupid, but they are typically pragmatic, and yeah, the language can be crass, but speaking crassly speaks to culture not goodness.

Rural

- intelligence is, in my opinion, situational. I might be able to quote Shakespeare and get into a deep philosophical debate but that’s not doing me any good when I need to help a cow that’s scared and in pain give birth to a breeched calf. But this very cool farmer I knew could talk down this cow and know just where to position his hands to turn a calf inside the womb. Show me a typical master’s student who can do that.

- I knew people who could read weather sign, bird sign, tree sign, and bear sign, who could read the woods and the trails like a picture book. They might not be able to speak much about the science of climate change, but they damn sure know it from a micro level by being able to spot the size of tree buds in the winter to know spring’s coming earlier, and that’s bad for a lot of plants and animals and the ecosystem that sustains itself, which they are intimately aware of.

- I also knew farmers and rural folks who were highly educated and moved out to the country to enjoy the wide open spaces and privacy, who had big libraries and talked about history with me, who fed my curiosity and helped me stay humble and ask questions.

- I knew rural folks so poor they lived in a shack and ate squirrel, and I also knew how everyone in the community took care to give their kids’ piano lessons because it was the only money coming into that household, and took care to just have accidentally bought a little more than what they needed of this or that and ran it down to that family.

- I also know we were so poor sometimes that I went without a winter coat in northern Alberta for 3 years, but that I was always given lots of hats and scarves and mittens and sweaters by the neighbours.

- I also knew lots of shitty, stupid, sexist and racist people who were essentially brainwashed by a cult and who were never taught to think critically or encouraged to do so. I know that they are afraid of the world because that’s what they’ve been taught. And yes, it’s on them for never getting out and being way more comfy in their bubble than outside of it, but that’s what being in a cult does, it stacks the deck against your own intelligence and curiosity.

- I knew too, many of rural folks who would have been extraordinarily embarrassed to be impolite and refer to a trans woman as a man, or vice-versa, because manners and politeness matter a whole lot in a small community. At the same time, there was definitely the opposite as well, and I knew kids who gotten beaten up regularly for being 2SLGBTQIA+.

It’s complicated, complex, and nuanced everywhere. No group is a monolith, even if it feels justified and easy in the world we live in to lump all ‘like’ people together. I just really hope in the next few episodes we see some nuance in the infantry and the officers, as well as with any rural folk they engage with too. They’re all usually so good with a nuanced take, and I really really hope this was just one episode and an off-the-cuff, didn’t-really-think-about-what-he-was-saying discussion.

And I get it. To my knowledge, Brennan grew up in New York (or at least a city?) and may have not had a ton of experiences living rural outside of the summer camp he was a counsellor at, so he may not have had a lot of time or opportunity to engage with rural people at a true community level. I don’t know his engagement with the military community either, and my experience is with Canadian and not American military, so there’s likely some difference and nuance too.

I dunno. I have a lot of hope and faith in this very cool group of storytellers, and they have not disappointed me in the story thus far, so I believe we’ll see some great nuance to come. Just had to put it out there.

[sirxlla]

Perfectionism

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Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Prompt: Dick came back from a bad patrol and doesnt wanna talk anyone besides you because 'they think less of him' in his mind (request @nesting-dreams for the idea )

Notes: Gender Neutral, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Dick practically dragged himself into the apartment, he thought he was hiding it well but he wore the sadness, stress and anxiety unmistakably on his face.

He was the first son, the example for all his other brothers. He felt such a pressure to be the ideal hero from everyone around him. Dick knew it was him just being a perfectionist probably but that pit in his chest wouldn't leave that easily.

He had found you in the kitchen making dinner. It smelled sweet but also so savory, his stomach was just aching for food. Your little bare feet padded against the ground as you moved around the kitchen.

"Hey, I'm home." Dick states as his arms moved around you from behind, you could just feel the tension rolling off him and you hands laces with one of his as you turn around in his arms.

"Rich, what's wrong?" It was exceedingly obvious something was wrong. The burner was turned off so you didnt have to worry about burning dinner and even if so he was more important.

"Do you...I- I feel like...Am I a disappointment? I fucked up tonight on patrol...Bruce sent me home early. I just..." He trailed off and was clearly beating himself up.

"Baby, I'm sure he's not disappointed." You attempted to reassure your sweet man, your hands had to reach up to touch his face because he was quite a bit taller than you. You closed the gap between you to by pulling his head down to your shoulder so you could hug and comfort him easier.

He hugged you and just burried his face in your neck, bending over like this was quickly uncomfortable so he picked you up and set you on the counter to help level the height difference out.

"What if I mess up and someone dies?"

"Baby, you are probably the most perfect and skilled in your family and you almost never mess but My Love...you are still entirely a human. Your humanity is what makes you so efficent and good at what you do...Jason and Damian dont have that, Tim bounces off the walls like a crack addict and Bruce often cares more about vengence than anything else. You're as close to perfect as perfect can be...If you were anymore perfect I'd have to dump you cause I'd feel unworthy." You joke sincerely at the end there to try to bring his mood up a bit.

"I made this like Japanese Curry stuff, do you wanna try it together?" You asked him trying to get his mind off all this and cause you knew he hadn't eaten and that probably wasn't doing him any good.

"It smell's amazing, Honey. Whats in it?" Dick mumbled into your shoulder, he was very hungry but he was so prideful.

"Just like steak pieces, carrots, potatoes and it's got some rice I'm gonna pair with it."

Dick moves out of your way and lets you prepare the food, he's starving but he won't tell you that. Once the plates were down and both of you sat at the little kitchen table you had, you held his hand with one of yours as the both of you ate.

The gesture of just holding his hand was just gentle reassurance and as his stomach was filled the worries and anxiety slipped from his mind, plus he'd never had this food and it was very quickly a favorite of his. Turns out his anxiety was just him being hungry and a bit of a perfectionist when it came to himself.

Masterlist

[weeping-statue]

that Alva fic was so amazing ahh I loved it :(( could I request one of him comforting platonic reader from a panic/anxiety attack?

Ofc anon! And thank you so much<3

“Just breathe.”

Contains; Panic attacks; comfort;

It’s too loud. There’s to many eyes. There’s so many things to do, and so little time. Where do you start? And when does it end? Is there an end? Questions upon questions, and no answers. To many people are trying to talk to you, the room feels distorted, and the air feels heavy. Really heavy. You need to get out of there.

The annual Christmas week celebration had started!

Everyone was invited to have fun setting up Christmas decorations.

Except, you weren’t having fun.

It was way too loud, and crowed.

The one person you were somewhat familiar with was talking to others and having the time of his life.

You couldn’t ruin it for him.

It felt awkward standing by just watching people who in turn, looked at you, and then started laughing.

Now it was humiliating. You felt the anxiety welling up and it became harder to breathe.

Rushing out of the room and down the hall into an empty storage space, you collapsed on your knees.

Fingers digging into the tiles and the skin of your neck.

Panic settling in when your realized the struggle for air.

Coughing and sputtering when the tears decided to start as well.

Alva had been mid conversation, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t keeping an eye on you. He had seen how uncomfortable you looked and was planning to head over to you once his talk was over.

But you ran away before could, and Alva had understood why.

He quietly excused himself, walking out the door and looking for where you went.

It wasn’t too hard to find your location, seeing as the only door in the hall was cracked open and there were noises coming from it.

And he could tell by the sounds that his suspicions were confirmed.

Alva slipped into the room and immediately scooped you up in to his arms.

“Shh, it’s okay my dear. Just relax, you’re safe.”he whispered, while rubbing soothing circles on your back.

At this point the tears have subsided and all that was left was the hyperventilating. It always hurt, physically and mentally. It felt scary too.

“Deep breathes, ___. In and out slowly. If you don’t control it you’ll pass out.” The instructions flowed smoothly from Alva, seeing as he himself has probably gone through this too.

Trying to take those deep breaths was hard, somewhat hiccuping and reverting back to the quick breathing you were doing before.

“I can’t breathe, It- It hurts..” panicked and tired, tears coming back ever so slightly, gripped onto his shoulders trying to ground yourself.

“You are breathing. Just not properly. Come on, with me-” he places a firm hand on your chest to apply pressure, and starts doing the deep breathing with you. Letting you follow along.

In and out, just like you’ve done multiple times before, and just like you will again.

It’s embarrassing having to be reduced to this state. Having to let your best friend see you like this. But you were too tired to care, because once your breathing was regulated, you slumped against him. Eye lids heavy as apology’s slipped through your mouth.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry. Close your eyes now. I’ll take you back to your room.” He promises, lifting you up into his one arm while the other holds his staff that he dropped earlier.

Alva always makes good on his word, he’s never lied, and never will. That’s why most people trust him. So you believe him fully when he says that, and you lean into him, letting sleep find you.

Sorry it took decades for me to get this out! I'm not too happy with this one either, but Ily you all, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

[bokutosbabe]

actually I was just passing by and scrolling on tumblr (using the school computer cuz I dont wanna go to class yet and because it has wifi) and I wanted to try and take my chance in your recnt post which I just saw and it made me pretty interested in who you would pair me up with

I have "take a chance with me" by Niki as my top song (of course) and Seventeen as my top artist for this years spotify wrapped, very interested to find out who you would pair me with, thank you again!!

if take a chance with me by niki was your top song and seventeen was your top artist, i'd pair you with...

isagi yoichi

જ⁀♡⊹｡° say what we we want, say what we feel

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event - masterlist -

♡ content — isagi yoichi x gn! reader, gn! reader, childhood friends, friends to lovers, awkward isagi, unrequited love for a second, mention of picking soccer and reader

♡ synopsis — you've always loved isagi yoichi, but when he finally tells you how he feels, your friendship could crumble.

You and Isagi always shared a quiet understanding. While the world saw him as a rising star, someone who was destined for greatness, you were the person who saw his true self—the quiet boy who feared failure and the overwhelming pressure to be the best.

It had always been like that, even when you were younger. He’d train, head down and focused, always trying to get better, and you’d be the one who kept him grounded, reminding him of the simpler things in life—the fun of just playing without the weight of expectations.

But those days felt so far away now. You’d grown up, he’d grown into a national hero, and the distance between you both seemed unbridgeable. Still, you couldn’t help the way your heart beat faster every time you saw him. Even now, after all this time, that same rush of emotions stirred inside you.

It was a rare thing, this moment—a simple, quiet day. Isagi had invited you over to his apartment after a long day, the kind where he'd just played a big match with his team, and you, as always, attended from the sidelines, cheering him on. Now, you sat on the couch, the warm glow of string lights and Christmas decorations creating a peaceful atmosphere as you both relaxed. You didn’t know why he insisted on movie nights like this. Maybe it was the closest thing to normal he had.

You hadn’t seen him in a while. With the constant traveling and the endless responsibilities that came with his career, you knew it wasn’t easy for him to keep in touch with everyone, but somehow, he always made time for you. There was something so familiar about him, but also, he felt like a stranger at times.

"Hey," Isagi's voice breaks through the silence. He's looking at you, his gaze soft but intense, like he’s deciding something, something important.

"Yeah?" You glance over at him, heart skipping a beat.

He shifts uncomfortably, one leg crossed over the other, eyes tracing the floor before meeting yours again. "I don’t know when things changed. When... you became more than just a friend. But I realized I’ve been putting this off for too long."

You blink, your heart hammering. "What are you talking about?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, betraying the sudden nervousness settling in your chest.

"I’ve never been good at expressing myself," he chuckles softly, the sound both familiar and a little sad. "I thought maybe I could just ignore it, or maybe it would go away, but... I don’t think it will." He looks at you, eyes full of something you can’t quite place, but it’s vulnerable. Raw.

You swallow, trying to make sense of what he's saying. It feels like he's been talking around this moment for years, and now, it’s finally come to the surface. "Isagi..."

His gaze softens, and for the first time, you see that faint trace of doubt in him—the same doubt you used to reassure him about back in the day. "I don’t want to regret this. I don’t want to look back and think that maybe I could have... I don’t know... tried something with you. I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to mess things up, but now..." He exhales shakily. "I can’t pretend like I don’t want you in my life, in my future. I want to try, but I... I’m scared. I don’t know what to do with all these feelings."

His words hang in the air, and your heart feels like it’s been pulled in two directions. Part of you wants to reach out to him, to tell him that you’ve felt the same way for so long, that all of this time spent apart hasn’t dulled your feelings for him. But the other part—the part that’s always been afraid of taking that leap—wants to stay safe in the distance, to preserve what you have, even if it means holding back.

"You’re scared?" you finally manage to say, laughing softly. "You’re the one who’s been scoring goals in front of thousands of people, and you’re scared of this?"

Isagi chuckles nervously, his eyes bright with a mixture of relief and frustration. "Yeah, well... this is different. You’ve always been someone who just... made sense to me, you know? But now it feels like everything’s spinning so fast, and I’m not sure how to make it stop."

You let out a slow breath, your heart racing as you finally let yourself speak the words that have been trapped in your chest for so long. "I feel the same way, Yoichi."

His eyes widen, as if hearing it out loud for the first time is what makes it real. "So... does that mean you’d...?"

"I don’t want to pick," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want you to choose between soccer and the future we could have, or... whatever we are now."

Isagi’s expression softens as he inches closer, the tension between you both now palpable. His hand brushes against yours, fingers lightly grazing your skin. "I don’t want to pick either, but I have to try. So, let's just... try."

You can see it now, the sincerity in his eyes, the way he’s finally letting himself be vulnerable with you. And in that moment, you realize that even though the future may be uncertain, you’re both standing at the edge together, finally ready to leap.

With a shaky breath, you reach for him, your fingers curling into his hand, offering him the chance you both deserve.

soft isagi they will never make me change you

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[yuurivoice]

Welcome to the YuuriVoice Tumblr!

A relic of a time long past, with echoes that remain ever present, you stand on the precipice of ground zero. This is where it all began. What was once a Yuri on Ice audio blog evolved into this wild thing we find ourselves strapped to.

Welcome! I'm Yuuri, a voice actor, writer, director, and maker of questionable noises. I'm part ASMRtist, part storyteller, part Vtuber, part smut peddler. I wear many hats, and to my shock they're not as ill fitting as I expected.

This blog is a wasteland of uncategorized shenanigans and information. I have not had the spoons to organize and maintain it in any other way than a vehicle for promotion and answering questions from the community that makes its home here on Tumblr.

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That also being said, be wary of various triggers. For anything big and obvious, I'll try and tag, but I won't be getting super granular in that regard. This also relates to my brain, because if someone asks "hey can you tag (specific thing)" I promise you I will end up forgetting then the person I said I'd look out for gets smacked in the face. So it's less about "idgaf" and more that in cases where I feel I cannot personally protect an individual, I'd rather them protect themselves and just know my big dumb ass will fail them.

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Q: Who is your favorite character to voice? A: Depends at the time you ask me, in general I enjoy them all a great deal because I wouldn't do it if I didn't enjoy it. But in truth, Alphonse (and Charlie) are probably the easiest for me to slide right into and that makes doing the work easy. Not sure if that's a "favorite" but ease of work matters significantly to me because ADHD.

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[sturniololuv08]

On The Ninth Day Of Nickmas...

Day 9 of Juno's 12 Days Of Nickmas

He kissed me. Nick thought about it over and over. He felt stupid. He hardly reacted, and now Jared probably thinks he isn't interested in him like that. Was he into Jared like that? He knew everything would change for them, but would that be so bad?

"How was your night?" Chris popped up out of nowhere, causing Nick to jump.

"It was fine," Nick mumbled.

"What time did Jared leave?" Chris pried.

"A little bit after you guys dipped." Nick felt his cheeks flush.

"Any plans with him today?" Chris wasn't subtle about anything.

"Why all the questions? Damn." Nick stood up and walked off to his room. He flopped on his bed and sighed. He was an idiot for being all up in his feelings like this, but he couldn't stop thinking about everything. He was thinking all the way back, even to the first time they met. He pulled out his phone and clicked around until he was in his car video folder. He watched their secret video more than he'd ever admit. He smiled at the thought of the fans clipping and making edits of him and his best friend. He never put any more thought into how their fans would react to him and Jared. The video played on a loop a few times as he got lost in the moment. The video ended without their lips touching, but now he could replay the kiss they shared last night to finish it.

"Hey, Nick." Nick shot up from lying down.

"Jared?" He wasn't expecting to see him so soon after their shared moment. His phone smacked his chest.

"I thought we could do something today. Christmas shop for your bros? Watch a movie?" Jared's demeanor changed once he saw Nick being uncomfortable around him. He didn't forget what happened last night. He just wanted to pretend he did. He wasn't going to bring it up unless Nick did.

"Sure." Nick picked his phone up and closed out the car video.

"What do you want to do?"

"We could go shopping." Nick doesn't usually opt to go out, but he feels more nervous about staying in and spending time alone with Jared. He wanted to use going out as a chance to see how Jared felt about last night without all the pressure from being alone. He wasn't going to bring it up unless Jared did.

"Great, Matt said I could use the car." Jared held up the keys.

"Oh, he did." Nick felt like Matt was silently plotting since they shared that quick talk at the ski lodge.

"Come on." Jared nodded at the door. Nick got up and searched for his wallet and some shoes. After they were in the car, the air was stiff. Nick was sitting in the passenger seat, completely unsure of what to do with his hands. Jared had both hands on the wheel, gripping it tight enough to turn his knuckles white. The radio was playing some shitty Christmas song. Nick turned it up to try and lessen the feeling of suffocating. Jared eventually parked at the mall.

"The mall?" Nick gulped.

"Yeah?" Jared cocked a brow at him.

"It's going to be pretty busy. You know, with Christmas in two days." Nick looked at the parking lot, which had a lot of different cars.

"I just figured it had the most stores in one spot." Jared shrugged as he unbuckled. Nick nodded, seeing his reasoning. They walked in, and Nick held the door for Jared. The door led them into the main bookstore at the front. To get inside the rest of the mall, you had to walk through the large archway at the back of the store. They sniffed the dusty paper smell emulating off each freshly printed book as they walked through the rows. "We could get Matt a journal, maybe?" Jared stopped and looked at a few leather-bound pads of paper.

"Yeah." Nick backtracked his steps to be next to Jared. They picked one out together, and Jared purchased it. They continued further into the mall. Nick bought coffee to sip while they weaved around people. It was mainly so he was forced to bite his tongue and not say anything to Jared. It was an oral fixation for him to bite the straw while he watched Jared examine each item he debated on buying. They managed to have regular conversations for them, and Nick was starting to feel better about yesterday not being brought up. They bought a few new things for Matt and Chris and were on their way to Jared's favourite store.

"Nick?" His head swiveled. "Oh my god, you're Nick Sturniolo." A group of girls caught him in the crowd. As if he wasn't irritated enough from his thoughts about Jared and the crowded mall, he now had to pretend not to be.

"Hi." He waved sweetly.

"We won't bother you long, but could we get a picture?" They giggled.

"Sure. Jared, would you?" The girls smiled and looked at one another when Nick handed their phone to Jared. This wasn't the first time a fan had spotted Nick while out, but this was Jared's first involvement. He fumbled their phone, shocked Nick brought his presence into the interaction.

"Thank you so much." The girls gushed as they started posing silly with their idol.

"Yeah. That's good." Jared encouraged.

"Okay. Have a nice day. Merry Christmas." Nick shut down the interaction. As Jared and Nick walked off together, Jared peeked behind him and saw the girls still taking photos without Nick paying attention.

"Are you okay?" Jared was starting to feel Nick's tension rubbing off on him.

"Yeah, we've been here a while, and I hate people." Nick looked around at the crowd surrounding them.

"Ready to go home?" Nick just nodded. Jared grabbed his hand and led him through the sea of bodies. Nick followed, contently tugged along. They made it to the car, and Jared tucked the presents in the back seat while Nick got in. The drive home was the same suffocating silence. Just when Nick thought he was over yesterday, he wasn't. The car was parked, and they were just sitting in the awkward silence.

"You want to watch a movie?" Nick sighed. He felt terrible that his attitude ruined most of the mall for Jared.

"Yeah, that sounds nice." Jared grabbed all the bags and successfully snuck them into Nick's upstairs room. Nick started loading Netflix on his desktop monitor. "What are we watching?"

"Please don't make fun of me." Nick was already embarrassed by his choice.

"Okay...?" Jared sat on the bed and took his shoes off.

"I've been obsessed with Netflix's Princess Switch trilogy." Nick waited to be judged.

"The one with Vanessa Hudgens, right?" Jared knew very well that was the one.

"Yes." Nick swiveled around fast.

"It's amazing." Jared laughed at the fact Nick thought he would be judged.

"It's soo good." Nick gushed. He joined Jared on the bed and got comfy. The movie started playing creating soft background noise. Jared laid back and was close to Nick. The first movie finished and Jared got up and stretched.

"I should probably go."

"You could stay the night if you want." Nick avoided Jared's gaze.

"I don't have anything comfy." Jared looked down at his jeans and tight shirt.

"Funny you should mention that." Nick got off the bed and opened the closet. He grabbed a wrapped-up ball.

"Nick..." Jared rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Just open it," he pressed. He had this present for a while, so it wasn't as extravagant as it probably should have been after they had shared a kiss, but it was the thought that counted, right? Jared unraveled the crappy, wrapped-up ball. Something dropped on the bed. He held it up.

"Pajamas?" Jared looked at Nick.

"Matching ones." He answered back and grabbed his pair out of the closet.

"Thank you." Jared started stripping. Nick gawked briefly, then turned around, not because he hadn't seen Jared change before but because it never made him flustered before. He felt a tingling sensation behind his boxers and started to panic. Jared couldn't see him getting turned on.

"I'm gonna get us something to drink." Nick darted out of the room and down the stairs. This didn't even happen when they kissed yesterday. "Why now?" Nick whispered as he opened the fridge.

"Why what?" Chris appeared behind him.

"Chris!" He yelled.

"What?" Chris stepped back, expecting to get hit for scaring his brother.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a Pepsi." He grabbed it out of the open fridge and popped the tab on the can.

"Whew." Nick sighed loudly. Chris's scaring him was precisely what he needed to cool down. He went back upstairs empty-handed and saw Jared in his new outfit.

"Where are the drinks?" Jared asked.

"I totally forgot." Nick wasn't lying. "Chris scared me, and I forgot."

"I'll get them." Jared left the room. Nick changed fast to make sure Jared didn't walk in and accidentally heat him up again. Once he was back with drinks, Nick started playing the second Princess Switch. They were on the bed again in the same positions, but this time a few inches closer. The movie was rolling through, but Nick couldn't stop looking at Jared. He'd sneak glances over and over, trying to figure out what was going on in his best friend's mind.

"Do you wanna talk?" Nick whispered. His voice was weak.

"About what?" Jared again decided to play stupid. He didn't want to offer up any information without being wholly prompted to do so.

"Anything?" Nick chickened out. Jared rolled to his side, and his leg lapped over Nick. Nick felt his body heating up again. He turned to face his best friend. He saw Jared with a slight blush creeping on either side of his nose.

"We don't have to talk about it," Jared assured Nick. He knew his best friend well. Well enough to know that's what he wanted to talk about but also well enough to know he was stubborn enough to avoid it for forever.

"Okay." Nick sighed and closed his eyes. Then he felt the bed shifting, and he opened them.

"We don't have to talk about it, but I want to do it again," Jared whispered right on Nick's lips. Jared didn't wait for any confirmation. He pressed his lips to Nick's. He leaned further into Nick and grabbed below his ear. He pulled Nick by the neck and forced him to roll over on top of him. Jared wasn't sure what any of this meant from yesterday, but he planned on exploring it all the way through. Nick decided he didn't want to ruin the moment by freezing up again and he submitted. After rolling over on top of Jared, he ran his fingers through his hair. Jared moaned, enjoying the sensation. Nick felt himself get hard from the noises Jared was making beneath him. Jared grabbed Nick's waist and squeezed. Nick liked the feeling of being physically intimate but he still was unsure if crossing this line with his best friend was worth losing him if it didn't work out. Nick broke the kiss off.

"You're -"

"I'm still your best friend." Jared beat him to the punch. Nick's mouth gaped open a little. Jared was tired of talking, even though they only exchanged a few words, and grabbed Nick's neck again for control of the younger boy. Jared didn't want to get rough but wanted to be in charge. He continued to kiss all over Nick's face and ended sweetly on the tip of his nose. "Let's go to sleep," Jared whispered. Nick nodded.

"Yeah." He was completely hard again and knew Jared could feel it, but he didn't want to push into something they both might not be quite ready for yet. Nick fell off Jared's stomach and slid under the covers. Once under the covers, Jared grabbed Nick and pulled him into him. Their legs intertwined and Nick was breathing in Jared's chest. "Still don't have to talk about it?" Nick asked in a joking manner.

"Shh. Go to sleep." Jared hushed him. He kissed Nick's forehead softly and settled back down on the pillows. Nick wanted to talk about it now.

Taglist: @trevorsgodmother @strnilolover @chrissbug333 @kirby0strombolli @abbilmao @ksturnz @marrykisskilled @thenickgirl (Okay I know this one had to get you going... just a lil????)

[panicdeleter]

I've worn modern tightlacing corsets myself, not the shitty amazon kind, but the decent ones, there are basically two styles of rib shape, cupped or conical

Both of these corsets are fine, obviously when sized correctly, I'd bet ya these are timeless trends but don't quote me on that, I just grabbed them from google images Either way you need to season the corset, you need to give yourself like a week to close it all the way, your body and the corset need to get used to each other. I am betting you the actors don't get that kind of time. But if you're wearing an ice cream cone/conical rib style, you need to either be wearing something relatively light reduction, or you need to have some experience wearing corsets, because it does put pressure on your lower ribs. Additionally all of these are more comfortable and your reductions can be more dramatic if your body is squishy, high fat to muscle ratio. Almost every celebrity is the total opposite of that, wiry thin frames, and trying to get a dramatic reduction on a stick thin person is going to be much much more uncomfortable for the person wearing it, if they aren't experienced. They don't have much there to squeeze, so you're putting the pressure more directly onto the ribcage and musculature. And on top of that, they're acting, they're going to be moving around all sorts of ways, and using their chests to do like, singing or yelling, which requires using your diaphragm in ways normal corset wearing individuals generally don't. Combine that with likely poor fit and maybe construction and the lack of a shift layer and you can't be comfortable, basically.

I apologize if this is a stupid question, but the Amazon corset discourse has me wondering: some of these young women are complaining that their corsets are causing rib pain. I've had the same problem from sports bras worn for too long and have heard of something similar with binders. I am interested in trying out wearing a corset as a support garment (I have a large chest and like the idea of spreading out the weight), but is there a way to avoid that risk when I am testing the fit?

I’m guessing it has something to do with not being a good fit?

I honestly don’t know because I really only know people who’ve worn historical corsets, not the Amazon kind, and none of them have had that complaint. I have no doubt that you still can with any style of garments that has any amount of compression around your ribs, if it’s not fitted well, but… I guess I just mostly know people who’ve been scrupulous about the fit of their corsets. It could also be an effect of boning versus heavy duty elastic, if the Amazon corsets primarily use the latter? But I don’t actually know enough about them to say

Which I suppose is an answer in itself: just make sure you get something decent quality that fits well. Take your measurements before ordering, go to a reputable corsetier (I really like RedThreaded, but they are somewhat expensive; I’ve heard that Orchard Corset is also good. AVOID CORSET STORY/CORSETS UK.), etc.

Best of luck!

[oncillaphoenix]

what if i just. don’t want to be pretty. what then. is that allowed

[skydreamplayzz]

Wanted to draw this boyyyy🙏without a refrences i would be cooked but YA. ( New fav character, i love him bro.)

I made that kori takes the medikits from Sebastian, sometimes steals them and sells them for a higher amount So the Player can use some at the end. (still working at all that stuff)

[i-love-proselfshippers]

The biggest shoutouts to selfshippers with f/os who mostly have ship content made of them. If it’s hard to look for solo content of your f/o because everything is shipping, remember that you know them better than anyone else. You do not need to feel obligated to ship something or headcanon a character the same way that a lot of people do. They love you!!! Their love for you and your love for them is what matters the most. Do not ever allow other people’s opinions to sway you into abandoning a selfship that’s important to you.

[irrealisms]

every time I see a “it’s actually totally fine and nbd to have sex you don’t enjoy and are uncomfortable with because your partner wants it and you want them to be happy, as long as you’re giving uncoerced consent!” post I lose a month off my lifespan