#well not thoroughly 'cause there's no hyper

[mirror-and-mind]

Thoroughly Medicine Seller'd laptop.

[mysticallystilinski]

“ DEEP ”

a reese wilkerson x fem!reader fic

CW ! 17+ SMUT ✮⋆˙ established relationship ༘⋆ dry-humping ༘⋆ sub!reese + dom!reader ༘⋆ extra-needy reese lav speaks… reese is my new hyper fixation so i HAD to make a fic about him.

ten days without the touch of you and reese wilkerson has been off the hook. you had went on vacation, leaving reese to fend for himself. the constant loneliness was not getting eased even when you texted him, much less suggested to call him when you had the free gaps.

today was the day, you were coming home and spending the night at reese’s house. he had made sure to plan this thoroughly, clearing out his family from the house planned months in advance to go to a nice hotel assisted with the help of francis and piama. he had faked the sick trick, making it more believable by forcing himself to throw up and pass out.

lois was more than willing to part ways with him not knowing that you were yet to come back from vacation.

“i know that she’s still on vacation, that’s why i’m giving you a little trust reese to stay in and get rest.” lois knew something was ought to happen, but a free vacation was not something she was going to pass up on.

a knock on the door late at night after the wilkerson’s left was enough to make reese jump off of the couch and bolt towards the entrance. opening the door, he was faced with you holding an overnight bag and a huge smile on your face.

“reesey!”, you exclaimed, throwing your bag to the side and wrapping your arms around his neck. he stood there for a moment shocked from how soon your flight landed, but quickly put his arms around your waist and squeezed tightly. you two stayed there for a while, it seemed like forever not seeing each-other.

he groaned into the hug, already hard from the touch. you quickly pulled back, and pushed him away. “oh no no no! reese i want to talk, engage in conversation”, you whined. he covered his hard on, looking away from your eyes while replying back, “well you whining is not going to help the matter.”

“okay, come here let’s sit down”, you said grabbing his hand. he pulled away in an instant and you noticed him grow even harder from the touch. despite the slight hurt in your chest, you ignored it and proceeded towards his room and to the bed.

reese sat down beside you, but still kept his eyes away, scanning the room for something to distract himself with. “reese, if you’re gonna be like this all night then i might as well leave”, you spoke. his eyes darted to yours as his mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.

“okay then, i’ll just leave”, you began to get up and walk towards the door before reese physically got onto his knees. “no don’t leave, i missed you so much”, he pleaded. you just laughed, your boyfriend was hilarious in these aspects. you jokingly started to walk away, but before you could even get out the door reese wrapped his arms around your legs.

“reese. what are you doing?”, you giggled. his body was contorted around your legs which made you stay in place “baby, i’m not actually going to leave, let me sit down.” he reluctantly pulled back from you so that he was back onto his knees again. his head was at the height of your chest, and his eyes battered up at you. “you’re so beautiful”, he spoke. this caused an instant blush to appear on your face. “what?”, you laughed awkwardly, it wasn’t something you expected him to just blurt out.

“you’re just gorgeous, and i love you”, he spoke softly while playing with your hands. without a second thought, you bent down slightly and placed your lips onto his, motioning for him to stand back up. still holding the kiss, you helped reese onto his feet as he slightly towered above you.

“i want to touch you”, he spoke gently, moving a hand to caress the back of your head. “really, tell me where you want to touch me?”, you spoke. “i’d rather show you”, he suggested. nodding quickly, you took off your shirt, and discarded it to the floor. reese did the same, but went a little further, discarding his sweats leaving him in only his boxers.

“hey, this isn’t fair! i think you should take off your pants too”, he stressed. you smiled and began to remove your pants, only leaving you in your bra and panties. “see reese, now it’s fair.” the distance was short between you two, it seemed that every second was an inch closer. reese began to play with your bra strap, fidgeting with it in his fingers and slightly pulling it down.

you slightly whined impatiently as reese became easily distracted with your lacy bra, and the way it felt in his hands. “reese!”, you slightly scolded trying to get the attention of the brunette boy. his eyes shifted towards yours, slightly licking his lips, and turning you around in a hot second.

within a snap, your bra was unclasped, and had fallen to the floor. your arms immediately went to cover your chest before reese turned you around again. “hm, why are you covering yourself baby?”, reese questioned. you stayed silent as his eyes raked your body and slightly raised his eyebrow at your stance. his hands reached up to uncover your body, without fuss you did as he motioned for.

a short breath left reese’s lips before his lips were back into yours in an instant. you groaned into the kiss, tugging onto his hair as he pushed you further back. you pulled back, “okay i’m sorry for teasing but this time i want to try something different.” he gave you a confused look before switching spots and pushing him onto the bed.

“stay there”, you spoke quickly before he had the chance to get up. he nodded in agreement before adjusting himself to a comfortable position. “i want to try being more dominant, and you being more — submissive.”

reese’s eyes slightly widened but a flash of darkness grew in his orbs. “i mean — i wouldn’t — i don’t..” he stuttered out in a mess. “you wouldn’t even wanna try it?”, you pouted. your body made its way closer to reese as his breath hitched in his throat, but of course he tried covering it with a fake cough. “it’s not that i wouldn’t want to try it..”, he trailed off. “then what is it?”, you asked. “i just think it would be too overwhelming.”

“reese. that’s the whole point”, you giggled before straddling him. “just listen to what i have to say and it will be all good, okay?” after those words were spoken, a small moan left reese’s mouth and a quick nod was brought upon from him. slowly but surely you began to grind your hips against his lap, you acted unfazed but reese was another story.

moans and whimpers left his mouth as his hands went to touch your waist. quickly swatting them away you warned him, “no touching, just let me make you feel good.” his eyes widened and you could tell he was slightly nervous, but his body was showing another form of expression. his hips bucked up incoherently, he was getting needier by the second.

his moans suddenly became louder before you placed a hand on his mouth. “shh, be quiet baby”, you cooed. his eyes darted to your lips and then your boobs. “hm, needy baby needs to touch me doesn’t he?”, you teased. this didn’t help reese’s case as he twitched in his boxers and almost came over the edge. reese’s mouth opened, and proceeded with the chance to get your fingers into his mouth.

in shock, you stopped what you were doing, but reese continued to suck on your fingers and give you a puppy dog eyed look. he thrusted his hips up to gain some type of friction, but you stood there in awe. you didn’t know reese was that kinky, like the type of kinky to put fingers in his mouth kinky. you weren’t complaining though.

“awe, poor baby, do you need to cum?”, you taunted. reese’s eyes rolled back as you began to slowly move back and forth against his covered bulge, still writhing with fingers in his mouth. words were trying to spill from his mouth before he went back to sucking, you noticed his hands bunching at the sheets too.

“come for me baby, please”, you whine out. immediately, reese’s head was thrown back and you removed your fingers to hear his cries. he moaned loudly, so loudly you were sure the neighbors heard him. feeling his cum through your panties, eluding from his boxers you became even more turned on.

through his labored breathing, reese finally spoke.

“now can i touch you?”

[secretmellowblog]

It’s heartbreaking how Jean Valjean and Cosette have that very Realistic kind of dysfunction where, instead of discussing any of their issues openly, they attempt to paper them over with polite nothings and smiles.

We were introduced to Jean Valjean/Madeleine as someone who “smiles to avoid speaking,” and responds to perceived threats by becoming excessively non-confrontational and hyper-polite. And it’s sad that he’s passed that behavior onto Cosette!

When Cosette nearly interrupts Jean Valjean’s emotional breakdown of a confession to Marius, she notices something is wrong— but rather than discuss it, she tries to paper things over with lighthearted talk and smiles, and coax her father back into happiness by saying polite nothings, because that’s what her father has taught her to do:

Jean Valjean advanced a step toward her.

Cosette recoiled.

“Father, you are pale. Does your arm hurt you?”

“It is well,” said Jean Valjean.

“Did you sleep badly?”

“No.”

“Are you sad?”

“No.”

“Embrace me if you are well, if you sleep well, if you are content, I will not scold you.”

And again she offered him her brow.

Jean Valjean dropped a kiss upon that brow whereon rested a celestial gleam.

“Smile.”

Jean Valjean obeyed. It was the smile of a spectre.

Which feels very in line with that earlier description of their relationship, where Jean Valjean and Cosette are both deeply upset/heartbroken for their own reasons, but rather than discuss it they both insist on making polite small talk and smiling for each other:

However, she did not allow Jean Valjean to perceive anything of this, except her pallor.

She still wore her sweet face for him.

This pallor sufficed but too thoroughly to trouble Jean Valjean. Sometimes he asked her:—

“What is the matter with you?”

She replied: “There is nothing the matter with me.”

And after a silence, when she divined that he was sad also, she would add:—

“And you, father—is there anything wrong with you?”

“With me? Nothing,” said he.

These two beings who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching an affection, and who had lived so long for each other now suffered side by side, each on the other’s account; without acknowledging it to each other, without anger towards each other, and with a smile.

It also reminds me of how Jean Valjean reacts to Cosette questioning him about prisons and the galleys (after they see the chain gang) by just…taking her to a festival, and hoping all the fun and games distract her from it.

They both have these lives that are full of trauma and grief, but rather than discuss it they attempt to move past it by putting on masks of joy for each other. And that inability to communicate ultimately causes so much devastation for them both.

[spiderman2-99]

✨:consolation-Lyla having trouble with her emotions

[11.11.2099]

[Closed starter for @lyrate-lifeform-approximation]

To say this past week was hectic would’ve been the understatement of the century.

Somehow, a virus managed to creep its way into the Spider-Society’s computer, corrupting LYLA badly, forcing her to be offline for a couple days, as well as partially downing building security and certain gizmo functions. While the cause of the hacking was dealt with (some punk who was pulling a prank, apparently), it was still difficult to weed out the influence from the computers…

And from LYLA herself too. The virus had badly messed with her memory, and Miguel worked tirelessly to get her memory wiped and restored to normal.

Frankly, it was the most scared he's been in a while.

She's more than an AI to him-- she's a respected colleague, building manager, a reminder to take care of himself, a thorn in his side, and his closest friend. He doesn't know where he'd be without her.

And if he's still bothered by an off-handed remark she made on her blog earlier today about being "ai that can be easily replaced by another ai", that's between him and God.

So for the first time this whole week, the two finally have a chance to rest— and true to form, Miguel still spent it in the lab at unholy hours of the night. Though at least now, it’s his own personal one at his apartment, and it’s just a smaller passion project (fixing the design of the portal watches) rather than dealing with the crisis from earlier. It helps both of them relax.

LYLA always helps where she can— playing music to help him focus, friendly banter, helping him if he lost something (and giving him shit for it the whole time), reminding him to take breaks so he 'doesn't blow out his old man back'. It’s nice having another presence. He's missed this. Missed them.

But... Miguel can't quite shake the niggling feeling that something is still off with her. Which should be unfounded, right? He thoroughly combed through her servos to gut and put her back together; nothing from that virus should be left, right?

So then what's going on? Why has his AI, his baby, been... so off? Almost subdued? Still as snarky as ever, still bothering him both on and offline, but something just feels... Hell if he can put a proper finger on it-- Shifted a bit to the left? He's never been good with emotions and things-- even programmed ones. All he could do was fix the physical problem.

He sighs and forces his mind off of autopilot. Going down self-loathing rabbit holes is a task best left for when he's not taking apart a delicate piece of machinery.

LYLA's hologram re-materializes so it’s ‘resting’ on Miguel’s shoulder, feet kicking.

Though she looks outwardly carefree as usual, the fact that for once, LYLA didn’t immediately start teasing or bantering or anything at him is enough to get Miguel’s attention, even when he's hyper-focused.

He pauses, and looks down at her diminutive hologram sitting on his shoulder like a perched bird. Odd…

“...Hey. Something on your mind?”

Of course there is. She's never like this. Great start. 10/10 for emotional intelligence, O'Hara.

[the-wisteria-library]

Kaveh AgeRe Headcanons

Slight Warning: nightmares, bedwetting, emetophobia, mommy issues, spoilers for Kaveh's backstory, read at your own volition

Kaveh is a flip!

—Kaveh is a flip with a little lean!

—Kaveh's regression age is 0-3, he's baby!

—Kaveh's primary caregiver(s) are Alhaitham, Tighnari, Cyno, and on a few rare occasions, Wanderer!

—You'd think he'd be a high maintenance/high energy little due to how hyper he is as an adult, but baby Kaveh is actually rather low energy. He likes taking naps quite a lot too.

—Kaveh's favorite toys are a Goose plushie named Gee, and a tin of building blocks Alhaitham bought him. Kaveh loves building little towers and houses. Kaveh takes Gee everywhere with him, and Kaveh will cry if Gee gets "hurt" (stained fur/ripped fabric/fell in some mud/all those things) and will be inconsolable until Gee is better.

—Kaveh cries quite a surprising amount, the smallest things make him cry, he dropped his bottle? Its the end of the world. The sky isn't the right shade of blue? Unacceptable. Oftentimes a warm bottle and a cuddle will calm him down, but sometimes Kaveh just needs/wants to cry.

—Kaveh's pacifier is orange and yellow with a lion sticker, it's basically glued to his mouth, it's one of the reasons why Kaveh is nonverbal when in Littlespace.

—Kaveh is a padded little, he has nightmares of when his parents left, especially his father, which often leads to needing a diaper change.

—Kaveh wears almost exclusively onesies, he hates wearing adult clothes, especially his usual attire with the open chest.

—Kaveh has been mistaken as a girl, which he takes as a compliment. Kaveh doesn't mind being girly, which Alhaitham thinks is cute and likes to see how far that goes, so far Alhaitham has gotten away with putting Kaveh's hair in pigtails, dressing him in all pink, and on one occasion, even put Kaveh in a dress. Which Kaveh thoroughly enjoyed.

—Kaveh has mild food restrictions, he is a vegan as an adult, but he's made it clear to his caregivers that he'd rather eat meat or animal products then make his little-self go hungry. Oftentimes, Kaveh just has fruit and Oat milk bottles, but on a few rare occasions, he'll help Ali—The name is little-self blessed Alhaitham with—finish up some eggs.

—Kaveh gets stress-sickness a lot when he's small, especially when he thinks about his parents, poor baby throws up a lot because of stress, which means he's in bed a lot. Tighnari is an impromptu pediatrician at times, making sure Kaveh is okay.

—Kaveh can, will, and has cried over thinking his caregiver(s) was leaving him, even just being in a different room for too long will send him into hysterical pleading that he'll be good and that he won't cause anymore troubles and to just please keep loving him. (Alhaitham is not too happy over how his mother let her grief traumatize Kaveh)

—Kaveh's primary little(s) are Alhaitham, Tighnari, and Cyno! On rare occasions he'll babysit Aether.

—surprisingly, Kaveh prefers feminine titles like "mama" over more masculine ones like "dada".

—absolutely loves reading/playing with his kiddos, Kaveh is the go-to for storytime in Sumeru, hands-down the best storyteller in the region.

—Kaveh isn't afraid to dress up/get dirty with his kiddos, his Little's are the only ones allowed to touch his hair, what an honor!

—Kaveh can't cook that well—his parents never taught him—but that doesn't mean his Little's are living off fast food, Kaveh is teaching himself simple, baby-safe foods, so far, all his Little's unanimously agree his fruit purées are amazing.

—Kaveh has an amazing singing voice, but he gets stage-freight, he only sings to his babies when he thinks they are asleep.

—Kaveh loves carrying/holding his Little's, which works for him because 3 out of 4 of the Little's he cares for are clingy infants.

—Kaveh is a rather emotional person as we know, you can expect any art work his babies have made him framed on the wall, and he will brag about how talented his Little's are to anyone/anything with the ability to hear.

—the best at comforting, Kaveh knows all the right words—or lack of words—to calm and comfort his babies, Mama Kaveh always is open for a cuddle if needed.

[bustybounty]

Reading your blog genuinely makes me doubt my identity as a straight, cis dude.... just a little bit.

'Cause God what I wouldn't give to live in your stories; be shrunk down to femboy size, grow a gigantic ass and even bigger boobs, and a battalion of hyper cocked friends to stretch me out more thoroughly than Elastigirl on her honeymoon...

Well, if it makes you feel better, there's nothing wrong with being a little bi! Like, maybe you have a much stronger attraction to women, but something specific about these over the top fantasies that I like to conjure make you want to be on the receiving end so to speak, as a lovely, hyper curvaceous femboy stretched by several dozen friends, turned into their personal cum balloon, them all slapping, groping and worshiping your divine curves...

So maybe you do feel mostly straight and mostly cis in almost every scenario, but if it's something as niche as being a hyper curvy femboy, curvier than any woman could ever dream, getting fucked by the most hung people on the planet... in that little something, maybe you are a bit bi~

Who am I to say? I guess the only way to find out is imagining yourself in these situations some more and ponder how they truly make you feel, hopefully my blog helps with that~

[angstfactory]

@nxverending (irvin)

Aiden's hand paused mid-stroke of the brush, as a certain smell suddenly came to. Ever since the festival especially, all his senses seemed to have come alive -- they worked better, too well, in fact. He wasn't even sure why, or what had changed, but something inside himself had definitely been affected. The wolf figured it had to do with the possession-- Aiden imagined that having a demon's.. essence.. or whatever it was called, invade so thoroughly would bound to cause some physical effect. It had certainly left a mental impact. Or rather, exaggerated the demons he had already struggled with on a daily basis.

Helping to rebuild Raven's Peak had at least given the male something to hyper-focus on and battle those demons back. As long as Aiden had something to distract himself with -- kept himself busy, away from the isolated cabin where his thoughts and emotions consumed him -- he seemed to get through the days. The nights were another matter entirely, though. Even working himself to the bones couldn't drive away the restless nightmares that had returned in full force.

Today, he was helping to paint the front of one of the newly rebuilt front shops. But he stopped now, because he smelled something. Or rather, someone. A specific someone he hadn't seen in a while now. "Can't be.." Aiden abandoned the paint brush in the bucket, disregarding the fact he looked a bit of a messy from the blue liquid splashing on his clothes and person in places, as he followed his sense. His steps got surer, the heavier the scent became, the closer he got. And sure enough, a skinny dark-haired bespeckled demon just ladeeda'd across the road.

"Irvin!"

He was there in seconds, so happy and overjoyed to see someone he knew and cared about here of all places, that Aiden wrapped the demon into a rare gigantic bear of a hug that had the other lifted off ground even as he crushed him excitedly. "How- why- when!?" he struggled to get the questions out as he squished Irvin tightly.

[leejenowrld]

How does nahyun get into the influencer lifestyle?

(I ask begrudgingly bc I don’t like her…)

nahyun didn’t “get into” the influencer lifestyle in any active sense. it was simply the life already laid out for her. born into an upper-class family with deep generational wealth, she grew up surrounded by curated aesthetics and casual privilege, in a world where image was everything and effort was invisible. the expectation was never that she would become something through struggle or ambition, but that she would naturally embody the kind of life other people envied. the girls she grew up with were not striving for careers or causes; they were being prepared for appearances, for preservation — for a life where success was measured in effortless beauty, social positioning, and who stayed the softest, most untouched by hardship.

nahyun’s early social media presence was never about artistry or storytelling. it was a mirror of the life she already lived: pilates classes at mid-morning, matcha lattes with artfully staged captions, casual photos from luxury resorts passed off as “candid.” brand deals and partnerships fell into her lap not because of strategy, but because she already looked like the aspirational fantasy companies wanted to sell. she learned very young that projecting a controlled version of “relatable luxury” — the $8 coffee, the weekend spa trips, the hyper-curated “casual” outfits — could create a following without ever needing to touch anything messy or real.

in many ways, the influencer lifestyle became a way for nahyun to maintain the fiction that everything in her life was seamless, deserved, inevitable. she never had to build an identity outside of it because she was taught that her value was rooted in being wanted, in being watched, in being easy to admire and easier to possess. she was groomed, quietly and thoroughly, into believing that appearing happy mattered far more than being happy.

this is why her fixation on jeno grows so poisonous — not because she ever truly knew him, but because he fits the aesthetic narrative she was raised to believe she needed. an athlete, a rising star, an image of strength she could fold into her brand without ever confronting anything deeper or uglier. jeno was never just a person to nahyun, he was part of the life she was conditioned to curate. but real love, real heartbreak, real gravity, these things were never part of her vocabulary. and as the story unfolds, it becomes clear that nahyun was never prepared for a world where beauty, privilege, and timing cannot guarantee her a place at the center of someone else’s story.

nahyun’s relationship with wealth has always been inseparable from her sense of identity, but especially from her father’s influence — a man whose money could soften any consequence, smooth any scandal, buy silence wherever silence was needed. from an early age, she learned that problems were things to be paid away, not confronted, and that image was a currency more valuable than truth. there is a particular kind of darkness that blooms in someone raised like that, a quiet certainty that you will always be protected, even when you are wrong. it shaped her understanding of love, too — that if something breaks, you do not fix it, you replace it, reframe it, retouch it until it looks untouched again. in future chapters, that belief — that money, influence, and well-placed hands can erase anything uncomfortable — begins to echo in ways far more devastating than she ever intended. because the kind of protection her family is willing to offer is not always clean, and not always hers to control.

nahyun’s relationship with the world beyond herself has always been filtered through a detached, performative lens. growing up insulated by extreme wealth meant real human issues — poverty, displacement, environmental collapse — were abstract concepts to her, spoken about at charity galas but never felt in her everyday life. her social media has quietly reflected that dissonance for years: promoting fast fashion hauls without acknowledging their environmental toll, posting aestheticized travel photos from endangered ecosystems without any awareness of the harm, hopping between international flights for “content” while global crises raged on the ground below. when moments of real-world urgency have forced other influencers to confront injustice — political uprisings, environmental disasters, humanitarian crises — nahyun’s responses have been painfully shallow at best and nonexistent at worst. she has been quietly controversial more than once, drawing criticism for continuing to post curated lifestyle content during major global tragedies, her captions blissfully untouched by the realities bleeding across the world. to her, “awareness” is a trending color palette. “activism” is a reposted infographic she forgets by morning. real suffering has never punctured the bubble she was raised in, and her personal brand thrives on that very out-of-touchness — on selling an illusion of a world where nothing serious ever has to be faced.

[ihazyourkitty]

Personally, I think that being able to enjoy creative media for what it is despite its flaws is a skill that is increasingly lost on a lot of YouTube film-discourse influencers and their fandoms. I'm specifically talking about movies and shows here, but I suppose this can be applied to other mediums as well.

Not everything needs to be a masterpiece like Arcane, Avatar the Last Airbender, Lord of the Rings, early Game of Thrones seasons, etc. in order to be good or even enjoyable. Like, I don't need all of my favorite pieces of art to be S tier all of the time.

Two specific examples on my mind are these: James Cameron's Avatar franchise and the Dragon Prince series. Yes, trust me... I am WELL AWARE that both of these things are flawed, and yet I thoroughly enjoy them.

"Oh my gosh, it's just Pocahantus in space with smurfs LOL!"

.......So? I don't know how to tell you this, but a lot of science fiction is essentially "What if X, but in space?" Yes, Avatar is not subtle about this, but taking inspiration from other things is not inherently a bad thing, nor is it plagiarism.

Further, simple story =/= bad story, and I will die on that hill!

(Side note, I do find it funny how it is often compared to Pocahantus, Dances With Wolves and Fern Gully all at once, none of which are the same story, but I guess being similar to all three things at once means....... unoriginal plagiarism? Dude, plagiarism is not just being similar to or taking inspiration from something. Also I'm beginning to wonder if the people parroting this tired meme have actually even seen these movies. Sharing tropes does make them the same thing!)

"Dragon Prince tried too hard to be like ATLA, and the Raylum romance was so stupid!"

And yet, many of its most vocal critics shat on TDP precisely because it was't as good as ATLA. They wanted it both ways. They wanted it to lean in to being its own thing, hated the ATLA Easter eggs they threw in (which I admit got kind of old), but also whined that "ATLA was good because X, and that's why TDP is bad!"

So which is it? Do you actually hate TDP this much, or are you viewing ATLA with rose colored glasses?

Like do people forget that ATLA had its own flaws? I'm sorry, has its place as a masterpiece in popular kids shows caused us to be uncritical of what it didn't do well?

Because personally, I didn't find the romance between Aang and Katara very convincing. Just because the writers had more time to (sort of) develop it doesn't mean it still didn't feel like it was just another "oh these two main characters MUST be love interests because reasons!" to me.

This is to say nothing of ATLA's pacing issues, which were to me most notable in season 2 and some of season 3.

But many of the issues with both these series boil down to not the writers themselves, but to the constraints their networks put on them. AND YET they were still able to pull off some pretty awesome story telling in both cases.

Like, yes blue people Avatar doesn't have a complex story, and has problems with how it portrays indigenous peoples/issues. I still like it.

Yes, it's mostly good for the visuals, and you know what... that's awesome! The realism is organic, grounded and immersive, which was a major departure from what other 3D movies were doing at the time the first Avatar came out. It's not just flashy CGI, it's flashy CGI used to tell a coherent story. Visual storytelling is a lot harder to pull off than people think, and there is just some really amazing visual storytelling in those movies! I love how behind the scenes there was a lot of world building that you can dig into if you want. But in the movies themselves they give you just enough to make it feel real, while also leaving enough room for you to insert yourself into the journey. In that way, the world building is almost like a drawing that looks hyper realistic, but on closer look the line work is very sketchy, but it's done so effectively that it gives your brain just enough information to fill in the rest. You can lose yourself in the beauty of the world, while be confronted with heavy topics of war, colonialism and environmental destruction. I look forward to how it will push the envelope with that juxtaposition in Ash and Fire. Yes, it's simple... but simple can still be good.

Yes, TDP didn't use the time it was given very efficiently, and ends on an unsatisfying note. I still like it.

Yes, there are some pacing problems, underdeveloped concepts, and wasted plot points. There are also some really profound overarching concepts, like forgiveness, breaking cycles of violent retribution, healing, etc. that I think it handles very well. I love how the cycle of retribution all connects back to Aaravos' quest to watch the whole world burn. No, I don't like how ham-fisted the fallout between Callum and Rayla was in season 4, but I loved how they built up to their resolution in season 6, and how it in turn contrasts with other characters' desire to hurt those who hurt them. Honestly, I think the issues with Rayla/Callum and Aang/Katara have more to do with romance just not being these writers' strong suit. But you know what they are great at? Making quirky, multi-layered characters whose growth is driven by navigating high stakes inner and outer conflicts. Creating unique magic systems. Writing dynamic redemption arcs (I really like Viren's redemption arc, there I said it!) Balancing dark and lighthearted tones. Making a series work despite stupid network constraints. None of these things are small feats, and I really wish they were given more credit for the things the TDP did right! You don't like the hanging plot threads? Tell Netflix to green light more seasons then!

The harsh judgments levied at both of these IP's seem to boil down more to what these critics' expectations were. They wanted it to be something else, but because it wasn't that, it was therefore bad.

I'm not saying there's anything wrong with not liking something because you were disappointed with the direction it took. I'm also certainly not saying there's anything wrong with disliking either of these works. Art is subjective, and you are entitled to your tastes.

But there's also something to be said about just letting a movie, show, book, or whatever be what it is, and judging it on its own merits, rather than comparing it to something you think it should have been instead.

It's a skill sorely lacking in popular film discourse these days. Negatively sells, sure. But don't just consume the reasons why X is bad. Challenge yourself to look for reasons why X might also be good.

[frzerburn]

Hello. First off I am here to say you can’t be given me life updates then fall off the face of the earth! I need to know what happens next, we drinking more coffee? We fighting off bitches? We out here dancing? 😂

Anyways, I hope you are well friend. I like hearing all the things and hopefully this makes you laugh a little. 😊

This is coco and she makes the best faces when she wakes up from naps 😂

🤣….Im Sawwy!

Almost got into a fight that i was trying to stop the other night with my barguest. I really want sum fucking coffee damn it!!!! I dont connect well with others so lets say im staving off bitches 😊. Also i dance behind the bar every night and i personally think its fucking amaze ballz! Btw u made my fucking night last night when i saw you wrote me literally made me smile cause tbh i dont genuinely think anyone cares about my life much at all,which is fine but this actually had me leaving my phone open in the service well lasg night with a thoughtful smile on my face. Hmmmmmm lets see…its 5:55am and i still haven’t gone to sleep since closing my bar at 1am. Ive been binge watching the office for the past week and a half for the 5th time now cause why nottttt mental health 😋. I met literally the sweetest couple and they love me and i think theyre the greatest and unfortunately theyre moving to Michigan so theres that but they’ve come to see me at my bar twice now and plan to come see me more before they leave. My hair has been looking very different and pretty dope and i love it because it helps my mental health. Ive been thoroughly enjoying a game on xbox with my best friend which i will say is the best game ive ever played! Busy football season is upon us and i need the money and very excited for the busy work seeing as im super hyper active! My jeep (Zoey) has been treating me right so were good there. Ive been posting alot about Border Collies because i really want a super active dog to run everyday with & they’re beautiful 😍. My Aunt Lily sent me $100 for gas last night and that was such a random surprise 😊💛. Oh ! Dare i say fall is upon us?!?!? 🍂 🍁 🍃

September & December both have Friday 13ths so im gonna get lots of piercings because those are my favorite holidays! Ive been deeping alot of awesome music like Jaded by Fordo , Lost souls Baby Keem ,Like we wrote LITHE & i just loving listening to anything EDEN! Like i absolutely have been listening to Zzz ALOT! Hmmmmm i havent read in a week now just cause my Adhd gets the best of me and i cant focus but thats life. Coco is fucking adorable!!!!!!!!! What a fucking cutie!

Thanks for being the best , friend and i hope you’re out here doing your best and if you’re not i wanna hear about it all! Seriously im glad u reached out to me! Means literally more than i can put into words! I have so much more to talk about but i wrote a fucking book bwahahahahaha! You’re so very welcome!

💛🍂🍃🍁

[amysubmits]

do you have any thoughts on how things like Autism and ADHD can play a positive and/or negative role in relationships and sexual interactions especially in the BDSM D/s dynamic?

Hi :)

I have ADHD, we used to think CD also had ADHD as he was diagnosed with it previously, but we recently learned he was misdiagnosed.

We both have some autistic traits, but I don't think either of us likely qualify for the diagnosis. I find development really interesting so I've sort of been interested in learning about autism since I was in high school...but I don't know nearly as much as many other people. Anyway, I know some about both but I only really have experience with ADHD so this will be more ADHD focused and any of the autism stuff should be taken with a grain of salt.

Some positives that come to mind:

Clear communication. I think people with autism and/or ADHD both tend to be more literal and direct rather than speaking vaguely or in metaphors. I think there is a lot of benefit to having really clear communication in kink or d/s. It just lowers the risk of miscommunication and can increase intimacy which can be a really awesome thing, too.

ADHD can come with hyperfocus which can make BDSM or D/s experiences really enhanced if they're super locked in to the experience.

Passion. Whether it's hyperfocus in ADHD or special interests in autism, both groups can be really passionate about the things they are interested in. If one of those interests or fixations is BDSM or D/s, they can do a really great job of researching thoroughly and learning a lot, which can lead to better educated and ultimately safer interactions and relationships.

The ability to fully "unmask" can be really healing. I think the nature of BDSM and D/s can allow people to be more "themselves" than they might feel they can be in other relationships or situations. With kink not really being the most socially acceptable thing, by exploring kink, we're sort of rejecting some of society's expectations for us. Instead of asking what our relationships 'should' be like or what our bedroom play 'should' include, we can instead ask ourselves what we want and what is healthy for us and so on, and customize our relationships and intimate interactions based on those. And I think taking that same basic idea of...I'm going to set my goals and expectations based on what I actually want, what really works for me/us, etc - is a really good way to approach life in general when you have neurodivergence. Or if you don't, haha. But especially if you do! Cause we can't fit in the neurotypical box. I've found a lot of healing through d/s this last year. I should write about that!

Some mixed:

Almost everyone with autism (google says 90%), and around 40% of people with ADHD, also have sensory processing disorder. Which has pros and cons in my mind. Because on one hand, if someone is sensory seeking in certain ways, BDSM may be a great way to get the sensory input they like or need. On the other hand, people with sensory issues may have more sensory related hard limits or triggers that need to be worked around.

Some negatives:

Lots of people with ADHD (and I'd think maybe autism as well?) have regularly been criticized for their shortcomings. I think you'd be hard pressed to find someone who had ADHD as a kid, especially if it wasn't diagnosed young, but probably even if it was - who don't have insecurities that were caused by unfair/unreasonable criticism. Although most everyone knows about ADHD, it's still not well understood. I was diagnosed at 13 or 14 but have just started to really understand what ADHD looks like for me this past year! For a long time I thought I was misdiagnosed because my experiences didn't mirror examples of ADHD that I had always seen/heard. Anyway, I feel like most people think ADHD means being hyper and not paying attention to the teacher in school, and "...squirrel!" right? but not everyone with ADHD has hyperactivity and even those who have the hyperactive type, often have a lot of other types of symptoms that most people don't recognize as being ADHD symptoms. Like sensory issues, memory issues, difficulty with task initiation, other forms of executive function, rejection sensitive dysphoria, impulsivity. And due to that lack of understanding and sort of...ableism, I guess, I think a lot of ADHD people have wounds related to being treated as if we chose to do things poorly or were careless, even though we did our best. Most of us have experiences of being criticized as if we were making immoral choices, when in reality we had shortcomings that we couldn't overcome on our own. And when you grow up experiencing that a lot, it seeps into your view of yourself and makes you insecure and sensitive to criticism. If you have that sort of wound, it can make D/s challenging because accepting respectful criticism or critiques are part of d/s on both sides of the slash.

Most people with ADHD experience rejection-sensitive dysphoria, similar to what I stated above. But yeah this can make it hard to accept criticism and not get defensive or overly hurt, which can make being submissive tough in some situations.

With SPD, that sometimes includes auditory processing issues which can make verbal communication more challenging. This could potentially be dangerous if a sub says the safeword and the dom has auditory processing issues and doesn't immediately process/understand what was said. In other situations it may just make communication harder.

I'm sure there's lots more, but hope this is a decent start. I'd love to see people with ASD or ADHD or both comment with their experiences. :)

[eve-e-jane]

Hi :>

I'm a little demonic gremlin that crawled out of my little hidey-hole for a moment.

Random question: what are your favorite fandoms? And also— how are you? I hope you're doing good 💚

Back to my little cave now :D

Omg hi!!! Thank you for asking!! I’m doing pretty great- I hope you’re well too!

Favorite fandoms is SOOOOOO hard to narrow down because A) I love so many, and B) I often times forget lots of them, even if I love them a whole bunch (cause you know- hyper fixation).

But ask and ye shall receive: here I go trying to name everything I like:

-Right now I have just started OUAT which has been really fun to watch with some friends. So- that.

-I love Dimension 20, but I only really know Fantasy High and Unsleeping City (cause those are all that are free and available on YouTube).

-The Magnus Archives (and Stellar Firma for that matter) are some of the only podcasts I’ve listened too and I’m thoroughly hooked! I just started my second listen thru of Season 2 of MAG and I am SO excited for TMP!!

-I am a big book person: my fav rn is Dracula but I constantly switch it up. I also love Frankenstein, Sherlock Holmes (need to re-read this one), A Tale of Two Cities, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Little Women, Macbeth, Hamlet, Jane Eyre, and a few other classics. I also love a bit of YA: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Lunar Chronicles, ASOUE (if that is considered YA?), and recently I read Sorcery of Thorns!

-Another hobby of mine is watching crime shows!! I’m all caught up on NCIS, Blue Bloods (SO sad this is ending), Chuck, Monk, Psych, and a few others here and there. I also love Superman and Lois on CW (SO sad this is ending too.) I have a few other shows that I’m not CRAZY well versed in but I love the characters and talking about them! That’ll be Merlin, Supergirl, The Flash- I didn’t finish the last two in that list and Merlin,,,, ah Merlin.

-Video game wise I am so behind in things but I do love them! I love the new Spiderman games though I haven’t played the second one so no spoilers!!! I am almost finished with Hogwarts Legacy and I love it so far!! I also love Jedi: Fallen Order and I have finished it but I have yet to play the second one so no spoilers there either!!!

-I’m also big on musicals! Not all of them, of course, but ask and I’ll let you know!

Well, that was FAR more info than I’m sure you wanted to know but you DID ask. I sincerely hope you’re well, and I hope we can be super cool internet buddies!

[stankycowboy]

In the fading red orange of a dying day, Severen sat out on a park bench; unprotected, unveiled, basking in the death knell of the sun. His growing tolerance of the light was still somewhat new, or at least newly explored. It was hard to not be hesitant when approaching the world still lit by her once deadly guardian. But he had trusted her word when Lira said he might find himself less vulnerable; and could not hide an eagerness to find out if his former limitations had been expanded. Sunsets were not so far distant in his memory as to be revelatory in viewing, but actually being present was oddly invigorating. Whether it was because he was ( free ) out in the wild when he was not supposed to be, or the prospects of new adventures calling, Severen could not help smiling openly at the rose hued world. Approaching from behind him, Lira came around to sit; handing him a homemade popsicles of sorts in a gradient of reddish hues. They had been treats devised for their devilish spawn, but her parents had similar tastes as well, and what would the little gremlin know if two were missing? Knocking the edges of their popsicles together they share a small laugh. The lingering rays made the gold in Lira’s eyes blaze, drawing an admiring stare from her husband. He moves a wild strand of iridescently hued hair back behind her ear so he can better see her face. Hyper vigilant eyes scouting every familiar part of her, appreciating each detail as if it were the first he’d seen of it; never growing tired of how inhuman her human shape was—that mortals could be so blind to not see what lay beneath.

Around them the last of the human stragglers were packing up to leave the gathering place for idle recreation, respecting the signs posted declaring: “park closes at sunset”. The fact that humanity thought that they could bar access from nature herself was insulting, if not laughable, no less so to the pair observing the pestilential beings as they scattered. Before long they are left with the warbling of the last cries of diurnal creatures running to their beds, while the chorus of the night began their churrs and chitters. Severen wraps an arm around her shoulders, running his tongue long and thoroughly up the side of the treat that had not yet begun to melt. His mouth does not aid in this either. He mostly tastes the frozen moisture surrounding and not the true substance that had solidified. Unable to cause the mass to soften, he is forced to relent to other means. With mild irritation he takes a bite, crunching through with wild abandon. There is a hint of the original flavor, a lot of it lost in sensation. He does not resent the snack though, least of all the chance to chew; despite the lack of satisfaction. Lira’s lips redden as her own treat melts against them. Perhaps on purpose, she lets a little run down her chin. Severen is all too eager to catch the drip. His mouth sings with warmed blood. He leaves a cold trail up to the corner of her mouth; lips numbingly chill as they press against her. The horizon, once fiery, moves toward more familiar shades. Purples and deep blues take the heat from the world, leaving them to darkness. As much fun as it is to play in daylight, this time is best. There is no begrudging his more natural habitat, he has never had cause to regret anything of his being; least of all a simple drawback as this one. Forsaking the sun had been the easiest choice of his life, never once did he question being led by the moon. They relax in the comfort of each other’s presence, soon down to wooden sticks (Severen’s gnawed between his freshly pointed fangs); waiting to hear the distinctive flutter of leathery wings to inform them they are no longer alone. Now the night begins in earnest. They hunt as a pack for fresher game.

@ulfhrafnx

[billiethetween]

at some point i'd love to dig more into the production of oppenheimer, because if there was any co-operation from the DoE or DoD at any point and if so how much and if it was enough to have influence over the final product is an important question. as far as i can, most of the location shooting took place on national park land or off the hill on what i assume is land already regularly used for movies and tv (of which there is quite a lot), which goes a long way to explaining why it isn't exactly "oh ra oh ra USA" in it's tone.

that being said, i've seen way too many people who haven't even seen it or seem to only be capable of digesting media when it's hyper-literal calling it propaganda, which is a bit weird considering an actual propaganda film is currently number 3 in the box office. sound of freedom is a film explicitly made to promote a cause and a person with a pretty loose relationship with the truth despite presenting itself as a 100% true story, which like... that's what a propaganda film is. you can and should pick apart the messaging of oppenheimer, because it is a movie about real historical events with ongoing consequences. but i definitely wouldn't call it a "rallying cry" to much of anything, and it wears the fact it's ultimately a work of fiction on it's sleeve. some of the well meaning ideologues that live in my phone were shocked that the cast walked off the premier, which is pretty funny considering a huge chunk of the movie is devoted to unionization. things can surprise you!

it's frustrating to live in times where our taste in media is so thoroughly entangled in the culture wars, because by a lot of metrics everything is propaganda and easily categorized into "good, because i think it's on my side," or "bad, thus on the side of my enemies." anything deeper than that is often met with hostility. i like barbie and oppenheimer because they're difficult and weird. i already plan on seeing both of them in theaters again because i don't think i caught everything on my first viewing. i like that i might walk out of the theater a second time with a completely different take. do people not like that anymore?

[briamichellewrites]

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To celebrate her Emmy win, Brad and Bria were entertaining everyone at their shared home. The prize was kept in her studio on a shelf. She was sleeping when Brad placed it there. To prevent it from being inadvertently knocked down, he raised it high. He was filled with pride for her as he gazed at it. It was well-earned! She was still on the high from her victory when she woke up at noon. She ate a combination of breakfast and lunch while feeling excited.

Jennifer and George had arrived to assist with dinner preparation. Before telling George that she had seen an old episode of ER, she greeted them. It was an episode with Marissa Hargitay as a doctor. She had no idea she was on the show.

"She was," he said. “How are you acquainted with her?”

“She’s on Law and Order Special Victims Unit.”

"The world is so small."

"Oh my god. I will invite her to join us when you visit New York!”

"How much sugar is in your cereal?"

Brad chuckled. She was in a very hyper mood. When did she go to sleep? The time was approximately 1:30 a.m. She was so exhausted and overstimulated from the after party. She and Mike left at what time? The time was close to midnight. She took a quick shower to relax, so it took her a while to fall asleep. Brad arrived home at around 2:30 after dropping Jennifer off at home.

They were not at the point of their relationship where they were living together. He thought she was asleep because her room had no lights on when he passed it. No matter where she was, she had the secret ability to nod off. Did she have narcolepsy? No, when she was younger, she was screened for that. She had an easy time falling asleep. People used to be alarmed by it because they believed she was unresponsive. No, she was just dead asleep.

Mike thoroughly enjoyed his time at the Emmys. When he arrived home to Anna, he was exhausted. He had hung up his tuxedo to keep it from wrinkles. Since he had just borrowed it, he would have to give it back. When he went to bed, Anna was already asleep.

They greeted each other in the kitchen the following morning. She wanted to know about the Emmys. He shared with her all he could recall. She became overstimulated, so they left the after party abruptly. He did not want to push her past her breaking point, so he was cool with that. She had performed admirably while walking the red carpet. For her, what was it like? Fans were screaming and reporters were shouting, which was overstimulating. To calm herself enough to pass through it, she squeezed his arm.

“Did she cause you harm?”

"It hurt a little," he said.

However, it was not too bad. She enjoyed herself. Both of them did. He went upstairs to prepare to visit her after he finished his meal. She invited Mariska, who just so happened to be in town to join them. Unless she wanted to, she did not have to bring anything. She informed her that she was en route after obtaining the address. Bria informed Brad that the plans had changed.

It did not matter much. There was enough food for them. It was about three when everyone began to arrive. They gave her congratulations.

"Thank you," she said.

She gave Mariska a hug when she got there. George caught her off guard. They greeted one another before striking up a discussion. They had just arrived, so Mike and Anna stopped by to greet each other. Due to an event at church, his parents were unable to accompany them. Despite her understanding that the party was somewhat last-minute, she was disappointed.

Mariska was introduced to them. The six degrees of separation between Mariska, George, and herself were then enthusiastically explained by Bria. She was thrilled to tell him about it earlier that day, George noted. She was practically bouncing up and down. How much sugar was in her cereal, he wondered? Knowing exactly what he was talking about, Mike laughed.

"Bee, what time did you go to sleep?"

"Two-thirty? When I got home, I showered in order to relax. After that, I passed out and slept until nearly noon.

“Yes, I went to bed at around 1:30. I would not have been able to drive home, so you were wise to leave when we did.”

Mariska inquired, "Were you her date last night?"

He was, indeed. She asked him to accompany her. Mariska had the opportunity to meet her other friends in the afternoon. Bria was surrounded by lovely people who truly cared about her. That was her perception. They teased and joked with her while congratulating her.

Phoenix, Rob, Bradford, Mike, Chester, and Joe. Bradford and Rob thought they might have forgotten, so they each brought some vegan food. It had slipped their minds that they were vegans. They brought their own food, which Brad appreciated. Bradford assured them that it was not an issue. It was a beautiful, unusual house. Brad informed Mariska that Bria had collaborated with a friend to design it.

She was clear about what she desired. He said he would like to show her and Jennifer around. Yes. They trailed him all around. The various rooms were described by him. Bria and George were in the living room. As they discussed their impending trip to Italy, she took his arm in hers. To get them there, they planned to take a private jet. Has she figured out how to take care of her cats? Indeed, she employed a cat sitter to visit once daily. She was highly recommended on the internet.

The day before she left, she planned to visit and review everything. He was pleased that she had figured it out. She was, too. There was one less thing to worry about. What else was causing her anxiety? Not right now. Her mind would find something else to worry about, she joked. After he laughed, he assured her that everything would be alright.

Everyone received their plate of food and then sat down in the dining room for dinner. Following Bria's instructions, Brad got beer and soda. Since Rob and Bradford did not consume alcohol, Mike reminded her to do so. A toast was made to Bria. They all laughed as she stood up and bowed there. Would she act more often? She was not certain. It was contingent upon her options. Brad and George assumed that because she had an Emmy, she would be getting more offers.

“That would be awesome. Brad and I were considering collaborating on a film.” She stated, "We simply need to think of something creative."

"How about a film about your life?" Rob inquired.

"Is it really that fascinating?"

"Yes, it is. You ought to do it, Bee.” Mike stated, "That or a documentary."

"Bee, do you trust me?" Brad continued.

"That would be fascinating. Do not turn me into a martyr.”

"I will not," he pledged.

She wanted people to see her for who she really was, without any exaggeration or shame. He would present her in her truest form. He joked that he would demonstrate her obnoxious behavior. They only needed to spend an hour with her to learn that, she retorted. They all chuckled. She agreed to do it. They agreed on a time to meet to discuss the details.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

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