#who’da thunk right?

[raddest-laddest]

it just occurred to me that i can stick magnets to the outer corners of my walls

[arithechair]

Did I ever tell you guys I have a crush on Sweeney Todd

I hope I captured his resting bitch face accurately

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

What’s your favorite Sabo scene, frame and or drawing? :0

Who’da thunk it?

Yeah no im so so so so so so so so sos os oss soss os soo so sos os so soosos s so sssosssssooooooo sososososososososososo so so so so ill over this scene. I think it’s so beautiful.

How gentle sabo is with luffy…. We never see him so gentle any other time, only here with his little brother. The way the voice actors’s voice quiver ever so subtly…. The way sabo doesnt tell luffy outright, lets him come to the conclusion himself. The way luffy can finally let himself be a little weepy cry baby again as he grASPS sabos head

And not even mentioning how stoic sabo stays the entire time. I’ve drawn a couple redraws of this scene where sabo cracks and needs to hug luffy back, but i think him not hugging him back is better. It makes me yearn for it in the future. When he can finally let himself hold his little brother. When he can finally cry tears of joy as he grasps luffy right back.

Also the English dub with barto’s aggressive gravely voice screaming at sabo. I love that sab and barto are just opps at first sight.

But yeah like i just like um i kinda just i kinda just sob and cry and weep and writhe and convulse

It’s such a delicate scene. Precious. Dear.

I cant wait for it to be reanimated whenever they do that cuz jesus fucking Christ is it ugly right now though. Like look at these sticker eyes. One is looking at luffy and the other is keeping an eye out for selener

Anyway though ummmmmmmmmm im coughing up blood thinking about this scene so i think ill end it there but realistically i very well could keep going for. Forever i think. I could talk about it forever. I did do a further breakdown on the scene here, too, you can go check out my madness there

Thanks for the ask! I think about him a normal amount.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Regret for Mikey and Raph

Going over everything he wanted—needed to say was one thing. It was another thing entirely for Raph to march in with surety and purpose and then wither instantly as he got a real look at the nasty bruises welling around Mikey’s ribs.

Getting ragdolled by someone three times your size’ll do that to a guy. Who’da thunk it? the biting voice of guilt hissed, weighing his shoulders and steps down more tentatively.

With the help of the Battle Nexus healers, Kluh’s attack probably wouldn’t leave any lasting damage but right here, right now, it was bad. Mikey should have been crowing about another decisive victory as soon as Raph set foot in the room. Instead the look he shot him could barely be considered a smile.

“Take a picture, Raphie, it’ll last longer.”

Raph tried not to wince. He deserved that for his pre-match comment about bringing the video camera. But what was he supposed to say to that? Mikey’s uncharacteristically pointed stare had banished his rehearsed apology from his mind.

“Getting your ribs broken ain’t…great,” he managed, gesturing vaguely at everything. “I, uh, know the feelin’. Anythin’ I can do to make it…”

Make it up to you? Make it clear that I never actually wanted see you as a little smear in the dirt? I should’ve eased up. I should’ve known somethin’ was wrong. Should’ve found some way to get in there and protect ya…not that you needed any of us in the end.

“…more comfortable?” he finished at last, lamely—but it was precisely the lameness of it that softened Mikey’s scuffed face with knowing amusement.

“Get uncomfortable, bro. I better see you give the crowd a Disney princess smile and wave at my next award ceremony.”

[yb-cringe]

reassurance makes ocd worse?

i mean i put it very simply, and the reality is much more complex— but yeah. ocd is a vicious cycle of reassurance seeking for the shitty things you think and feel when in reality you gotta just. feel them. it feeds off your anxities saying that you cant trust your own perception and need outside influence to decide whether you’re a good person or not, which is setting you up for failure.

ultimately no one knows jack shit about you besides yourself. and trying to puzzle out big moral questions like if youre a good person will never be solved by your mind, considering there’s been people far smarter than me who havent figured it out yet. its a burden on your psyche.

the answer, which is not fun or good and makes me wanna shake and cry and heave, is to just talk about it without getting any clear reassurance as to whether thats a ‘good person’ thing to do or not. or if its smart or if im dying or if im going into massive debt and ill die alone and homeless and without any friends etc etc etc. so that your brain learns to cope on its own, without the need for reassurance, and eventually- over time- the uncertainty grows less frightening.

weirdly lol ppl without ocd just DEAL with uncertainty without needing to ask seven people and google until their fingers hurt if theyre doing the right thing. who’da thunk.

[ggswaywardgifrepository]

Man am I in my thoughts on Khaos Reigns. Spoilers, obviously. And fair warning that I disliked far more than I liked about it.

I appreciate how much attention Bi-Han was given in the narrative. However, overall, I think he was terribly written. I’m just not interested in projecting meaning and depth onto his behavior anymore. I did, and still do, see his time and behavior as Sub-Zero during the main game as more subjective than how he behaved at all in Khaos Reigns. Pre and post being Noob’d.

I’m a pretty big base game Bi-Han apologist, and can apply meaning to some of his choices. DLC Bi-Han, though… I apologize and make excuses for main game Bi-Han; I want the writers to apologize TO Khaos Reigns Bi-Han.

I’m still pleased he was so important to the plot but the character was still shafted. And that’s a pretty impressive feat. But he is just a balls to the wall asshole through Khaos Reigns, and I’m just struggling to find the reason for it. Like, his base game beefs had some merit. I guess the best I can come up with is that he’s shed the last of his restraint by the time, especially once he’s transformed.

His one—ONE—truly selfless act ended up being him going through the portal after Havik. He acknowledges that something happening to Geras will be disastrous and does what needs to be done. It’s unfortunate it was so overwhelmed by shitty things happening to him, or him just choosing to do terrible things. Who’da thunk it that that would be the smartest and most sensible thing Bi-Han did in the whole story?

Well written characters don’t drag us by the feet from plot point to plot point. A lot of this came off as shallow, rushed, inorganic.

Bi-Han being the one to defeat Titan Havik was satisfying, but Liu Kang suddenly caring about what killing a Titan would do their timeline? Like we didn’t just wreck Titan Shang Tsung’s shit??? Even if Titan Havik was potentially connected to more timelines, Johnny, Rain, and Tanya proved that even in the most fucked of timelines goodness existed. He surely damned decent people in Titan Shang Tsung’s timeline, too. He couldn’t be any surer there was no one but his minions left, right?

IDFK. One of many inconsistencies in this new timeline’s story.

Noob’s time as Havik’s henchman was pathetically short, too. And the person who drops his henchman self isn’t Kuai Liang? Or even Sektor? He doesn’t even have a real fight against Scorpion? Because Scorpion didn’t get a chapter and it wasn’t worked into Noob’s chapter. (He was shameless and aggressive enough it honestly could’ve been.)

Don’t get me wrong, I really liked Empress Tanya, but the single playable character per chapter structure really, really hurt this installment. There were multiple instances where the wrong character got the playable fight against the enemy onscreen/impeding the heroes’ progress.

The tower endings for both Sektor and Noob also seem to shit on Liu Kang’s plan to keep Bi-Han safe while he attempts to restore him fully. And that pisses me off. Because the thing that gave me hope about this whole charade was that we’d finally get a Bi-Han redemption story. He may spend the rest of his days disfigured for what Havik did to him, which is fine, but his spirit would be pure. He’d feel remorse and care to redeem himself. It may still happen; I know tower endings aren’t 100% canon, but there tend to be snippets there.

I can only hope that Sektor becoming involved with Quan Chi leads to Sareena being a part of the story and a key factor in Bi-Han’s redemption.

I honestly thought all of his restoration, or the hints thereof, were going to be part of the ending. I expected him to consciously choose to fight against Havik before Liu Kang “restored his mind”. (If that is what Liu Kang considers Bi-Han with his mind resorted roflmao).

Smoke was robbed, as were several characters who deserved to play a larger role (Kitana, for one). Did Tomas even have a single line? I truly can’t remember, he was there so little.

I’m annoyed that Emperor Rain and Empress Tanya were written better as a couple than Tanya and Mileena, because the series is sorely lacking in queer representation. They’re it at this point and they’re sadly, canonically, a kinda boring and neglected ship.

Cyrax is adorable and I loved her. I know some people don’t like her voice or her look, and I’m still lukewarm about the genderswap, but I really liked her. I think her characterization was closest to its roots of any of the DLC characters.

Boy was I wrong about Sektor. I liked her but the trailer cleverly implied she was more of a team good guy player than she is. She openly cooperated with the good guys but it was entirely motivated by her loyalty and personal affection for Bi-Han.

It was extremely refreshing to see Harumi, period. She not only lived but was portrayed as a competent and sympathetic character. One of very few things the DLC did well with.

Several of the skins are fantastic. I love Khaos Takeda, Kitana, and Mileena. Khaos Shang Tsung is awful though. Absolutely hated his look for all 12 seconds he was there.

Overall, though, the DLC was a massive disappointment. It cost $$$, only lasted a couple of hours, and there was no post credits scene to give me anything to look forward to and make the underwhelming story experience more palatable.

And if you loved it, congrats. If you have all the “this is actually a lot deeper because” metas and headcanons, go you. I’m happy for you. I wanted to like this enough to at least try to rationalize what I didn’t like. I really thought I would.

[blueberryinko]

Juicr- Jinx

You were a simple Zaunite trying to keep their head down in a city filled with rot, and with the Council having been bombed there was extra reason to be cautious, you were already running up one hell of a record with run-ins with the Pilties, and you din’t fancy having your head kicked in.

However, you still found time to check out the Juicr graffiti hidden around town. There were so few of you, but the few that were there got around. You could tell by the little blueberries, marked with their own signature.

You were walking past the old shopping district one day when you saw a blueberry painted starkly onto the alley wall, a brilliant shock of neon blue and a bomb in its centre.

- To anyone interested, up for a good blueberry fuck on the tower?-

Jinx was enemy number one, nobody wanted to be associated with her for fear of getting shot by the Pilties, but nevertheless something drew you to the graffiti, and ran at breakneck speeds towards the old water tower hoping you hadn’t missed her.

There she was, sat atop the tower, legs swinging. She seemed nervous, and dejected. Not at all in the mood to fuck, but you approached anyway. She whirled around. “Who’s there!”

“I’m from the Juicr berryists!” You swore aloud, and Jinx dropped her gun. “Fuck yes! I’ve been waiting for like a solid two hours, I thought everyone would abandon me again-“ She cut herself off, giggling. “Who are you, tall stranger?”

Jinx seemed sad even as you talked with her. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” You asked. Jinx nodded furiously. “Of course! I didn’t call you here to not fuck, dummy, I’m ready to be a big balloon, no, a blueberry, and I’m ready to get this babymaker pumped full!”

Jinx rushed for a bag and pulled out the offending piece of gum. “I’m gonna swallow this sucker. Been thinkin’ about it for a while but I didn’t have the guts, but now? I’m gonna be a berry and I’m gonna get as far away from Zaun as I can.” She told you earnestly. You could respect that, you wanted the same. “All this shit only hurt me and I’m outta here. You wanna come with?”

You told her you did and she seemed to glow with a new conviction, throwing the gum into her waiting maw and beginning to chew. “Cool! You pick, I don’t know where to go.” You watched as she bounced on the spot, doing a little idle dance before you noticed the blue spot. “Jinx-!”

“Oh, yeah!” She crowed, watching her arms turn a deep blue. “I’m gonna be huge, ain’t I? Fuck, I always thought Vi was gonna be the berry but I turned out to be the kinky one, who’da thunk!” She giggled rambunctiously, and then her belly rumbled.

“Oh!” Her belt snapped in two and her guns fell to the ground. “Won’t be needing them anymore!” She decided, slapping her belly. “C’mere, come feel!” You feel Jinx’s belly and watch as it swells rounder. “I look super stuffed - wait no, I look pregnant!” She decides, rubbing it in circles. “Do I look hot? Do I look sexy? Do I look super bloated right now?” She’s all of those things and more, Jinx just keeps ballooning bit by bit, proud and huge.

Her way too small jeans are bursting at the thighs, you both watch her ass balloon like twin blimps in sync. “Whoa, mama’s got some junk in the trunk!” Jinx slaps her ass and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Take care of me will you?” Jinx softens momentarily. She’s vulnerable, opening a part of herself up to you, and it’s so disjointed it throws you for a loop. She’s scared you’ll run. “I’m right here Jinx, I’m not leaving.” A wide, toothy smile brings her radiant joy full frontal again and she leaps towards you, hugging you tight.

“Thank you!” It means so much to her, you staying, and your heart aches for the girl who’s been through so much. And in that moment her belly balloons into your crotch and you gasp. This is so very, very hot and you are so very very worked up, and Jinx works her hands along your hips.

“I’m so wet..” She groans, shifting her hips like a woman in labour. It drives you mad but you force yourself to watch her continue to swell.

Her crop top grows tight over her chest and you watch as her substantial chest starts to well with juice, Jinx whoops. “Oh hell yeah, I get mommy milkers too? Today’s gonna be fuckin’ fantastic.” She squeezes them together, playing with them. Watching them jiggle is hypnotic and you can’t help but rub her belly, jiggling and playing with it.

“Ooh, yes, keep going!” She enthuses. She bucks and you can barely keep a hold of her, but even so she’s working off her pants and dragging you towards the tower wall. You happily pin her against it and hike a fat thigh up. “No panties? Naughty girl.” You tease as you push into her gushing sex. “Yes!! So naughty, berry needs to be fucked!” She hisses against your skin, her arms pinned atop her head, bulging with juice and jiggling with every free motion from her belly.

You fuck her vigorously even as her midsection gets wider, hips flush with juice and rubbing against her biceps, she just keeps growing. “I’m getting so big, getting so huge, I’m gonna be a berry!” She crows. She holds you tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You’ve known Jinx for all of twenty minutes, but now that you’re flush against her, now that hundreds of pounds of juice are cramming her to bursting point you couldn’t imagine life without her.

“Who’s my berry?” You demand of her, your body rutting against hers. Vestigial limbs struggle to maintain their hold on her gargantuan gut and fat back rolls are stuck tight against the wall and she just can’t stop. Fat thighs slap against each other and you dominate her entirely. “Yes, yes, I’m your berry! I’m a naughty berry and I need to be fucked!” She declares, as if you’re not already doing enough.

“Good berry, good girl Jinx!” You growl into her, her limbs sucked entirely into her and then you roll her into the wall one more time, her hands flapping in their depressions uselessly. She waddles on the spot as her little boots burst from her body, and her top tears in two, leaving her utterly naked, her breasts on full display as purple, hardened nipples leak juice.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get back in me and fuck me!” She whimpers. She’s hungry and you don’t want to deny her hunger any more than she can take the painful edge she’s grinding on, so you leap onto her and you fuck her harder than she’s ever fucked herself before. You want her to break, want her to be your entirely. “Come on Jinx, you’re gonna cum, and you’re gonna be mine.”

You bowl her over onto her back so her juicy sex faces you. You waste no time in plunging straight back in.

“I-I wanna cum, I wanna cum, please lemme cum!” She demands, and while she’s being a brat you obey, faster and faster, you can hear her skin groaning and creaking, churning with the juice, and she feels worth a ton, she’s sloshing so loud you can just about hear her breathing, her hands flapping quicker now, toes curled in this erotic display of ecstasy,

“Yes, yes, gonna, gonna- AAANNH!” She came with a gush, splattering on the tower floor. You both laughed, you watched as she adjusted mentally to her new dimensions. “H-holy shit, that’s the hardest I’ve ever cum! I’m never going back, I’m a blueberry now.” She’d made her decision and you couldn’t be prouder, she just needed a little more prompting.

“Who’s blueberry?”

“Your blueberry!” Jinx giggled. “Now c’mon, let’s get the hell out of this place.”

-

You managed to roll her out of Zaun by the end of the day and you were on a boat to the unknown regions within the next, sneaking her on board because, you both had to face it, you’d never had any money, so sneaking aboard you then just pretended to be a young couple of newlyweds, to the point you’d found a cheap ring set on board.

You watched Jinx waddle towards the bow of the ship and followed her. “It feels so weird, getting out of Zaun.” She chuckled, and you undid the braids in her hair gently, not caring about all the people staring at your new girlfriend’s obvious nudity. “I lived my whole life out there, and being away from it almost makes me wanna go back to my-my sister..” She gets a vacant look on her face that concerns you, and you ask.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hmm?” She looks over. “Oh nothing, just remembering how my dear old sister looked at me after I blew up the Piltover council, she’d be so disgusted with me now, right, such a big, fat preggo, at least I can’t be a jinx like this anymore-“

“Jinx!”

“What?” She snapped, before stopping short. “I-I’m so sorry!” She began apologising frantically. “I’m so sorry, I fucked everything up, please forgive me-!”

“Jinx!” You called again. “You’re panicking, calm down. Everything’s okay.” You told her, and watched as relief visibly lifted the furrow in her brows. “Really?”

There was this expression that flittered through her brain and you realised what was going on. “Oh, Jinx, this is gonna be good for you.” You rubbed her blue belly and Jinx sniffled. “You sure?”

“Of course, you do wanna be a berry, right?”

“Fuck yeah!” She confirmed virulently, flapping her hands. “I’m a blueberry, I don’t ever wanna not be a blueberry, you hear me?” She was defensive, so you put your hands up in peace, “Just had to make sure Jinx, I promise, no juicing, no squeezing, you’re gonna be a blueberry forever.”

“Good, just checking. Because if my psycho sister gets her hands-“

“Jinx, honey?” You stop her again. “Can I just.. point something out?”

“What?” She asked curiously, tensing up. “You’ve been sort of splitting between two personalities this whole time. Can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Anything.” She murmurs softly. She knew she’d broken apart a while ago but she didn’t think she was that bad. Then again.. she counted as a terrorist now. That was bad, wasn’t it?

“I want you to get into therapy. Urgently. When we get to the isles you talk to anyone, anybody, even me, because this is hurting you, Jinx.” Jinx teared up. “But shrinks don’t work- I was a jinx before this and I’ll still be a jinx as a berry-“

“You’re not a jinx, Jinx.” You told her firmly. “Just try for me?” She stood there, a single tear dripping down her blue cheek. “O-okay. For you, since you’re taking care of a fatass like me.”

“Good girl.” You told her. “Now, lead the way back to our bedroom, Ms Blimp?” Jinx cackled and began waddling away back down the ship. You chased after her and pushed her into your suite, already removing your clothes.

-

It’s six months later and Jinx is very heavily pregnant, with eight babies to be exact. You guys have settled on a small coastal island with some wonderful people and she’s taken right to it. She plays with the neighbourhood children and loves long waddles and rolls along the farmland.

“Hey you,” you greet her, where she lays on her belly in the grass. “Your kids have been puntin’ the shit outta me.” She murmurs to you softly. You chuckle. “No hitting your Mommy too hard guys, she doesn’t fight any more.”

“Because Mama is a gigantic fuckin’ berry, and she’s never goin’ back.” Jinx is radiant, absolutely glowing, her long blue hair grown out down to chest length even at her diameter, and she feels more feminine, more stable than she’d ever felt in a while.

She still had breaks sometimes, had panic attacks that had her rolling off the bed sharply awake, but she’d been talking to this old lady every week, and she’d figured out who she wanted to be.

“Wanna go for a roll?” You asked her. “Oh hell yeah, c’mon, roll my big blue ass wherever you need me.”

You rolled her down into the village markets, and set her on her feet. Watching her waddle about was one of the highlights on your day and you could see the babies kick her diameter every so often when one of them would wake.

You then spotted a bright shock of red hair and swore. “Shit.” You caught up to Jinx in a moment and she turned around to you. “What’s up?”

“Your sister’s here. I think she’s looking for you.” Jinx’s breath catches in her throat and she whirls her head around for a minute, before focusing on you. “Where?”

You hesitate to point her out, but when Jinx sees her you can see her considering something.

“I wanna go over.” She decides.

“Are you sure?”

“Just so she can see I’m never coming back.” You help her waddle over. When Vi notices you both she growls and near breaks into a sprint. “Powder, get here right now-“

“My name is Jinx, Vi!” She yells and Vi stops as you reveal her, jaw dropping. “You-you- you’re a BLUEBERRY?” Her voice is filled with surprise, Jinx’s cheeks turning a deep violet.

“Yep! I turned myself into this because I wanna be big and fat!” Jinx told her matter-of-factly, flapping her hands. “Jinx, you’re huge, what’s next, getting pregnant?”

“Already nearly done baking sis!” Jinx was proud of that fact and as if on cue, one of the babies delivered a sharp kick to her belly-button, her entire body jiggling. “Wh-Jinx, you’re too young!”

“Like I was too young to be abandoned, and yet you did it anyway?”

“Wh-Jinx, I’m sorry-“

“Sorry’s too late, Vi!” Jinx had you move in closer to her, protecting her. Vi seemed desperate, rushing forward. “Jinx, please. I wanna make up for everything, but you have to come home.”

Jinx was gobsmacked by the audacity of that request, and almost snapped again if not for the reminder that was your babies suddenly kicking her pelvis, and forced herself to stay calm. “No, because then I’ll be put on trial and killed. I have a new life here Vi, and I’m HUGE. And I love being big. I’m fat, I’m ripe, and I’m gonna be a mom. Just… if you wanna stick around, do so, but I am never coming back to Zaun.”

Vi struggled with that fact but looked towards you, then her. “You’re happy? Then I’m happy. But baby, sis, you’re fucking colossal, you know that?” She rubbed Jinx’s belly, eliciting coos from her. “Oh, I’m fully aware, I’m a waddling, talking baby blimp, and I couldn’t be more excited.” Jinx comforts her sister.

“What about that uh, cop you were seeing?” Vi stuck her hands in her pockets. “I left after she started a fascist takeover.” Jinx whistled. “Rough crowd. Well, you ever feel like berrying up, hit me up!” You rolled Jinx onto her back, her brilliant blue pussy glistening with want, and as Vi watched, jaw dropped at the sight, she began to entertain the idea.

“Maybe I will, maybe I will.”

-

Inspired by Drinkapus on DA

[themattress]

It just hit me - assuming things don’t change in the following season, what was done with Felix Fathom in Miraculous Ladybug’s 5th season is what many Lotor stans wanted to transpire with Lotor in Voltron: Legendary Defender. While not lacking in nuance, Felix and Lotor were both firmly established as arrogant, scheming, manipulative villains with a pronounced cruel streak. Now, Lotor carried on like this until all of a sudden he joined the heroes’ side. And while he consistently did the right thing from this point, we missed the crucial step of him ever truly repenting of his previous wrong-doings. In fact, he justified them, saying it was for the greater good in stopping his abusive father’s empire. The heroes just ended up rolling with it, and Lotor even got a girlfriend in Allura, and his stans were perfectly satisfied with this. “He’s a poor sad victim of abuse, so he was justified in all that villainy we saw him do! Let him have this redemption even if the first step to having a redemption at all is non-existent on his part!” Needless to say, they were shocked and remain furious when it was revealed that Lotor, having excused all his evil-doing and been given a free pass for it, was still in fact doing evil in secret and hadn’t redeemed himself at all. WOW! The guy who never grasped or acknowledged why what he did was wrong is still doing wrong because he still thinks what he’s doing is right!? Who’da thunk!? Besides everyone paying attention, that is!

Felix in Season 5 of Miraculous reached the culmination of his villainy when, as the supervillain Argos, he pulled a Thanos and began snapping humanity out of existence so that sentimonsters like him, Adrien and Kagami could live without risk of being controlled or destroyed. Cool motive, still mass murder. He only reverses it after Adrien and Kagami make it clear that it’s not what they want and that they will never forgive him unless he reverses it. Then, in the following episode, he shows no remorse for what he did or sincere desire to atone, but instead just tells Kagami he’s fallen in love with her and reveals his backstory of his father’s abuse of him and how that shaped his view on humanity. Accepting this as a justification rather than an explanation, Kagami deems Felix to have been “misjudged”, returns his affection, and gets him as Argos to be accepted as part of the Miraculous superhero team, which Marinette bafflingly accepts even though Felix’s treachery is the only reason Gabriel became the Monarch to begin with and caused her no end of mental and emotional anguish....to say nothing of the fact that, again, Felix is fresh off of committing momentary genocide on the human race. All of that just gets swept under the rug completely.

It’s so bizarre that the same show that draws such a firm stance on “being a poor sad victim of abuse doesn’t automatically entitle you to a redemption, it has to be properly earned” in regards to Chloe totally walks it back with Felix. Then again, it is Thomas Astruc we’re talking about, so I guess it’s not so bizarre after all. Makes me appreciate Lotor all the more, though!

[uncaught-coolfish]

Ozpin for the character asks!

Ok!

OTP: that small bit in v9 where he and (fake) ironwood were laughing together was kind of cute….. i’d dig it

Brotp: him and Glynda :)

Notp: Wow him and Salem who’da thunk HEEEEEELLLLLLLL NO (obviously talking about them in the. the present lol)

Thing I like about his character: *holds back from saying “I like his design* for the fifteenth time* I like…. His……….. drip😁

Thing I dislike: tbh I don’t think about him MUCH so I guess just……. why does this show treat him like he’s rose quartz post aspr like I get he did some oof yikes moments but SALEM IS RIGHT THEEEERE

Their best volume for me: v3 probably idk

[pubbydreams]

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡 / 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 ⁠— [𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰]

cw: allusions to/non-graphic mentions of smut (18+ - mdni)

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Kissing Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington's absolute favourite pastime.

His taste, how he feels—pliant and mewling under him, or hard and growling above him—how he looks with bruised lips, and flushed cheeks, how he sounds...It’s all he can do to keep from locking them in a room together to kiss him for the rest of time.

Sure, if he’s being honest with himself, the feeling of stubble rubbing up against his own had taken a bit of getting used to, but so had not having to duck down to reach his lips, and feeling toned muscle where he was used to the soft give of a breast. Now that they’re a month and a bit (five weeks, and two days) into their relationship though, he knows deep in his bones that he could never do without any of it.

Hell, he’s even come to appreciate how Eddie’s kisses taste first thing in the morning when their breath could make paint curl. Every little thing about him is perfect in a way he can’t quite describe.

Almost regretfully, he pulls back a touch to look down at his work, appreciating the little purple marks he’s painted along his milky canvas. Eddie occasionally talks about constellations, and universes, and things far out and beyond his comprehension—another holdover from his short time with his mom, he’s come to learn—he wonders, as he traces gentle lines between the bruises, what stories he’ll see when he next looks in the mirror.

Then Eddie’s smiling up at him like he hung the stars in the sky, and Steve can’t help but smile right back down at him like he’s the moon, illuminating and healing the darkest parts of himself. He sweeps the pad of his thumb along his cheekbone and takes just a breath longer to appreciate every little thing. All he wants is to collect these precious, quiet moments, and tuck them away inside of himself to roll over in his hands on those increasingly rare nights he has to sleep on his own.

Finally, he lies himself back down on top of Eddie, and trails lazy kisses from his Adam’s apple up to his lips. The final remnants of syrup, cigarettes and coffee still cling to his tongue, and it makes Steve’s head go all foggy because even when he’s in charge, it’s hard not to be pulled out to sea, and drown in him.

With worshipful slowness, he slides his fingers along Eddie’s ribs, appreciating each dip, and the sensitive pucker of his scars. The goosebumps and quiet whimper he’s met with have his stomach clenching with need. Not a hurried, burning need, but a fond kindling (a kindling he's started to call home) in the base of his heart.

“Can’t believe I’m making out with Eddie Munson to Metallica,” he chuckles against parted lips.

Eddie's mouth skews prettily as he trails the pads of his fingers up and down his spine. “Sweetheart, I love you, but this isn’t Metallica."

Steve blinks. “What?”

“It’s Dio,” he corrects before laying a sweet, chaste peck on the corner of his mouth.

Uh...

OK.

OK. OK, no.

No, just— No.

No.

Struggling to sort his thoughts up, he props himself onto an elbow and scans Eddie's face for any hint of anything (deception, humour, pity, horniness, anything). But as he often is, Eddie's mostly unreadable.

“No, it’s Metallica,” he grunts.

Eddie winces. “Babe—”

“What? No, dude, it’s literally Metallica!” He insists, brow pinching hard as he listens. “OK, OK, wait…Crushing all deceivers, mashing non-believers, never ending potency. Hungry violence seeker feeding off the weaker, breeding on insanity. Smashing through the— See? Metallica!”

Of course it's Metallica! How could it not be Metallica? How could he know it’s Metallica, and Eddie of all people, not know—

Not...not know...

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, he’s fucked up. He’s fucked up real bad.

“Shit—"

“Well, well, well, Steve Harrington,” he drawls, smirking like a cat with a bird in its teeth, “Who’da thunk it.”

“No. No, no, no, no, no. No. No!” He whines, brain stalling as he struggles to find anything to shove in the hole he’s dug for himself.

Eddie only chuckles back up at him. “Who’da thunk that Steve Harrington would know—”

The little voice in the back of his head that loves to ruin things reminds him of Eddie in cherry red swim trunks chattering on about tummy rot. Without any grace, he smashes their lips together, desperately trying to get him to shut the hell up, and just drop it. It works for a moment, his words melting into a quiet groan before his taunts continue around the kisses.

“—would know the difference between Dio and Metallica. That he’d know the lyrics to a Metallica song! It’s not even a title track! Oh, how far they fall!” He cackles, large, warm hands squeezing playfully at his waist.

Steve straightens himself up, and stares down at Eddie’s flushed, gleeful face, grimacing as embarrassment crawls hot and prickly up his chest. It’s nearly impossible to not think of the last time he'd perched in his lap like this, hands on his nearly hairless chest, Eddie laid flat, flushed and panting. Embarrassment outweighs the echoes of…of that, but his dick still stirs because of course it does. And, of course, because they’re so close Eddie takes note, and his grin only gets more devilish, which is mortifying.

“You put it on my side of the tape! How could I not know it?” He demands, trying so hard to ignore how whiny and flustered he sounds.

“No, no, don’t you try making excuses now, King Steve. You’re a closet metalhead, aren’t you?” He purrs around another laugh as his hands glide up and down the outside of his thighs (which really isn’t helping with the not thinking).

“Me? A metalhe— Y’know— Do you have any idea how you sound right now?” He scoffs, lips quirking into a sneer.

Infuriatingly, he begins ticking off his sins on his fingers. “You made a battle vest—”

“We made a—” he attempts to correct as Eddie continues.

“—fine, you asked me to help you make a sacrilegious pop-rock battle vest. You just sang along to Metallica, and we’re going, together, to a Metallica concert in nine days. Babe, I hate to say it, but if it walks and talks like a duck…”

Well, he certainly has him dead to rights.

“A duck, Munson? I’ll show you a duck!” He threatens as he wraps a very loose hand around the base of Eddie's throat.

“Mm, well, to be honest with you, I don’t know what that means, but I’d love to see it,” he jeers. “But you gotta catch me first!”

Eddie pushes him off, and Steve lets him, rolling onto his side with a little grunt. Immediately after, Eddie takes off in a mad dash out of his room, cackling as he goes. And because Steve's not one to back down from a challenge, he rushes down the short hallway after him, and manages to snag him around the middle by the kitchen.

Eddie's laughter comes loud and booming from his chest, occasionally turning to snorts as Steve's jaw goes slack, his eyes crinkle, and his giggles go squeaky the way he knows Eddie loves. It feels so stupid and cliché to be laughing about nothing while holding his lover, but he can't stop himself because joy has completely filled the well inside himself, and is running over; he has to let it out somehow.

With great care, he turns Eddie around in his arms, and cups his face, thumb running lightly along the puckered scar the spans the crook of his jaw and the hollow of his cheek. Eddie, in turn, runs his pointer finger along the ring at the base of his throat and draws patterns between the love marks he's left behind. And Eddie's looking at him with so much admiration and affection his well runs over again, and the joy turns into everything, and nothing and all of it in between all at once, so he can't not kiss him.

Willing prisoner to his own desires, he indulges in that need, brushing their lips together until Eddie's laughter dies down, and his arms wind around his neck to pull him closer.

Yeah.

Yeah, he’s never going to get tired of kissing him.

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haiii again! here's a preview for the companion piece to i'm permanent (now i won't go) which will hopefully be back up on ao3 soon. hope you enjoy ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა

[hexenmond]

These last few weeks I’ve had the most wonderful thing in my life: a writing group. We meet up in person every Tuesday at seven, chat for fifteen minutes, write until eight, then chat a bit again (and possibly order another drink) for another fifteen minutes, and write once more until nine. After that, everyone is free to do whatever, and we usually break up into groups and chat some more on the way home.

It’s a great format for me, and I’ve been steadily plodding away at this “little” DBD oneshot thingy that got in the way of my opus magnum at a pace of about 600-700 words per session, and thus per week. Because for the last six weeks or so since I joined the group, I did not once find the time or energy to even take a look at my writing in between Tuesday evenings.

However, while 700 words per week is a snail’s pace, it turns out it’s loads more than nothing! Yes yes who’da thunk, we’re all shocked. Knowing and experiencing are once again two different pairs of boots.

And what’s even better… the steadiness of the results is getting me all geared up again. I find it fascinating that I can spend the whole week doing whatever and not once think about the story, and then when I’m sitting with the group and the timer is started, I can dive right back in (well, after rereading the last couple of paragraphs, but still). It really is just a matter of sitting down and getting the flow started!

In fact I finished the first rough draft of the fic last Tuesday, and today I’ve been shaping up some bits in the middle where I’d originally just dumped some bare bones dialogue. And it does feel like work, but it’s also wonderful to be so close to the finishing line…!

On the other hand I am very aware that I’m messing up my sleeping pattern again, sigh. So I shall go to bed now and take some more time tomorrow to fix the rest. And then I shall go look for a beta reader 🙃 pretty sure that should be much easier in such a prolific fandom.

Anyways, I’ll stop rambling now. Good night tumblr 💜

[theycallmelynn]

What follows is an excerpt from a local radio broadcast in Yevis.

“Welcome back to Tea-mugen! It’s a cold dark night. There are cold and dark things out there. Be careful, folks. Speaking of the cold and dark, there has been a rise in demonic activity lately. If you’ve been reading the local news, I bet you’ve heard of the guy who ran over a pile of eyes. What I best most of you didn’t hear about is how he lost in court! Turns out exchanging insurance info applies even to soulless monsters, who’da thunk it? Watch out for those demons, most are after your soul, but some might take your money! Heh. 

In other news, my wife left me and I think it’s Greg’s fault…”

I am doing writing stuff. :) Not that good at it, though. I just want to write little world-building things right now.

[alicornpig]

I wish I knew how to love myself with my weight gain. I know my worth isn’t tied to it, or my attractiveness. There are many fat folks I’m attractive too. But the last time I was this heavy (and heavier) was when I was dating my abusive ex who would constantly tell me he would leave if I got too fat while also forcing me to eat more junk food (he secretly had a thing for fat girls, who’da thunk right lol) and so all of these feelings of worthlessness are just coming out of the woodwork and I can’t shake it no matter how much my wife tells me that I’m beautiful. Memories from my childhood of my parents fatshaming me. Of my mom withholding food unless I did twenty sit-ups. My dad making fun of me at the gym because I “only went on the treadmill for twenty minutes”. I just spent a half hour trying to take pics in my new suit that I bought for my cousins wedding and I felt so great in it and all I can see is my double chin and my weird shoulders and I just feel ugly. I feel so ugly all the time. Why can’t I just love my body. I can see another woman with the same body as mine and find her beautiful and sexy and I see myself and I want to cry. I’m still so small compared to so many people and I feel like a whale. And I’m so angry because it shouldn’t matter. None of it should matter. I know all of this is due to societal norms and Hollywood beauty standards and trauma bullshit and knowing it doesn’t change the fact that I feel hideous day to day. I just started dieting and working out again but it’s gonna take time and I don’t know how to love myself in the meantime and I hate that I can’t love my body if it doesn’t look the way society deems attractive

[badboysupr]

“Excited” was a word for it: what he felt when he first came across both Chiron and the pegasi—the latter being the stuff of most kids’ dreams. Maybe stunned, too, in a Holy crapezoid! If these exist, then that means a million cooler things probably exist, too! kind of way. (Sorry, not sorry, ponies.) Camp Half-Blood itself was an entire wonder. The Hephaestus Cabin was a wonder—and even more so now that Leo was in command. (You’re welcome.) Heck, Festus was a wonder then and now, both because if Leo didn’t think that, the dragon would probably find some way to torch him and because it was just . . . true.

Leo would be lying if he didn’t say the prospect of watching MLP with a bunch of ponies had to be one of the best ideas he’d ever heard out of Will’s mouth. (“One of” because another phenomenal brain nugget was on the way, locked and loaded. Stay tuned.)

“They don’t currently, is what it sounds like you’re saying,” he observed, and seeing that smile continue to twitch on the boy’s lips only encouraged Leo in all the worst ways. “Sounds like Uncle Leo’s gotta educate the masses.” Without a wasted second, he peeled the back off his “You weren’t as big of an annoyance as you could have been” commemorative prize, slapped that puppy right on the front of his shirt. And he spent a moment admiring it when that aforementioned brain nugget (brain blast, let’s be honest) from Doc hit him like a truck.

Slow realization dawned on his face, his jaw hanging open briefly while he absorbed the idea. (Well, more like the concern that had just become an idea—thank you, Sunshine!) That open-mouthed gawking turned into what Leo could only assume was a grin rivaling the Grinch. “Oh my gods—you’re right.” He slapped a hand on Will’s shoulder. “That’s what we’re missing here! Of all the people to suggest it . . . Who’da thunk, y’know—?”

Giving him a playful squeeze, “Me and the fam would love to get started on that. Brilliant; I’ll let them all know it was our resident healer’s idea, so . . . we totally have permission.”

"Okay, well save yourself and me from any more interesting things, please," Will said, a small smile dancing on his lips at the finger gun and generally nonchalant attitude. Because that was of course how Leo would react to the situation, as it seemed like he'd react to most situations. Not that that was a good thing, Will reminded himself, packing up some of his things while Leo talked. But then Will had spent too much time around death-defying demigods to know what was a healthy amount of self-preservation.

However much it was, he had a sinking suspicion that Leo didn't have any of it.

At least Leo committed to picking a sticker, because of course he did, and Will nodded solemnly, pulling free a sticker that showed a cluster of five magical ponies, some with wings, some with unicorn horns, all brightly colored. The rest of the stickers he slid back into his pouch as he considered Leo's question.

"I haven't really asked him about it, although I've seen some of the younger, newer campers get really excited when they see him for the first time. Same thing with the pegasi." He paused, another small smile creeping on his face even as his tone became sarcastically flat again. "I don't think they have weekly My Little Pony viewings, just in case you were thinking about joining them."

Shaking his head and rolling his eyes a little about how proud Leo suddenly looked, he refrained himself from slapping his own forehead. That would be beneath his professional appearance and would probably only make Leo prouder. "Yes, like I said, it's usually a one-way street," he said with a pointed look.

At first Will thought that Leo meant to do a repeat performance, but at least that seemed to be off the table, and he wasn't about to suggest it either. But now the new horror of Leo copycats sprang to life and his lips rolled together in a beat of concern. "Please tell me the Hephaestus cabin isn't making a resurrection device or something."

[selachiixiv]

I would pay a fortune to buy all the gas, just to drive around the town with you We would wake before the sun and throw out our maps, get gone till our hearts play in tune

I would fly a million miles away, just to have you there to hold my hand I would swim across the ocean, whatever it takes to know that I’m with you again

No matter where we go, baby, I’ll be happy ‘cause

When the morning sings, I think of us. You got me smiling, like I’m in love. And who’da thunk we’d end up getting stuck so perfectly? If you’re the milk, I’m the cookie If you’re the coffee, I’m the cream

Everyday I start a'missing the sound of your laugh; you’re the sugar in my cup of tea And sometimes when I am dreaming, you ask for my hand, and we dance across dimensions in our bare feet

No matter where we go, baby, I’ll be happy ‘cause

When the morning sings, I think of us. You got me smiling, like I’m in love. And who’da thunk we’d end up getting stuck so perfectly? If you’re the milk, I’m the cookie If you’re the coffee, I’m the cream

I needed a pick-me-up before you tripped right over me.  The happiness that I feel’s been hidden few and far between, but you found me.

When the morning sings, I think of us. You got me smiling, like I’m in love. And who’da thunk we’d end up getting stuck so perfectly? If you’re the milk, I’m the cookie If you’re the coffee, I’m the cream

Happy anniversary/valentines to these nerds and happy valentines to my nerd.

[dadgiles]

i really love watching angel s5 for all the spike and angel context and also i’m. starting to unironically ship spike/angel so that’s where i am this fine monday night