#yep I'm crying

[inakanotori]

I feel stupid because I cannot describe what I have experienced in Huxleys.

The queue, the transparent foil during rain, the Turkish worker pressing us to make some space for the betting (?) point.

Mikke being less pieni than Jere, but still pieni enough. Also his cardio running with the camera before the door opening.

Buying merch from Häärijä. His voice, omg!

Jukka & Jere moment which I can't even recall what song it was.

Jesse being kinda goofy with set lists while the attendees applauded him.

Trans flag and consent talks.

Double ICIP of Naty and Lilia (?).

Cha cha cha with Salena.

The winner chant.

All those people I met in a crowd - random German, drinking and talking about the balcony, merch etc. @musicalislife (that was you, am I right?) being adopted by a Polish circle in the queue. That Polish circle (idk if you're here, iirc you're from twt/ig) talking about everything, nothing, singing and so on. @mitamicah such a wonderful person, even if our only interaction was the sticker being given away. The random person (Bydgoszcz representing, totally loving) and the rock rock bracelet. Other people as well.

After kinda getting hit in the socialising aspect by the pandemic I feel wonderful and tbh it's the first time in ages I felt good in a crowd, even if the start was difficult.

Kiitos.

🫂

[hl-obsessed]

this town 😭😭😭

[viciousgold]

Hey look, danii had thoughts again, so it's an angsty meta about marisa's life (tw child abuse)

The first time Marisa had the feeling her mother didn't love her was when she accomplished her first great accomplishment. She was six years old, and her brother was four. Her reading level had been high from a very young age, but when she was six, her writing level had caught up. She wrote a story that got recognized at her school, and she was told that it would be displayed in the classroom. However, Marcel could barely write. He was four, so it was normal for a child, but it displeased their mother. Their mother, who went to Marisa's teacher and requested the story be taken down. Marisa was confused as to why, so she asked her, and her mother told her that she mustn't appear more intelligent than her brother. She told Marisa to let Marcel catch up.

She didn't understand. It wasn't fair. This, and the following times her accomplishments were stifled continued to confuse Marisa. Why wouldn't her mother want her to succeed? As she grew older, her mother continued to belittle her accomplishments and praise Marcel for his. Eventually, her mother would really explain it to her when she was ten.

Marisa herself was once a rather unruly, savage child. She wanted nothing more than to do whatever she wanted, and to show off her accomplishments, however rude, boastful, or arrogant she came off as; she wanted to be something, to be someone significant. Her mother, Madame Delamare, eventually broke her of that. She told her that their lives were dominated by men, and Marisa had to accept that. And because of that, she couldn't succeed where Marcel wasn't succeeding, because that would be a detriment to him. He would be laughed at by his peers if his sister was smarter. He would be ridiculed and taken less seriously if his sister was the more accomplished of the two of them. So she told her daughter to hold back and let it go.

"If you want to have even a chance at surviving in this world," Madame Delamare told her. "You'll listen to me. Because if you don't walk right, talk right, be right, you will be chewed up and spit out by the world and no one will give a damn if you live or die."

Marisa was crying, so hurt by the harsh words her mother told her. Her daemon was in the form of a dog, whimpering and curled up against Marisa. She didn't know what to say. But her mother made her respond.

"Do you want to be a washed-up, worthless, failure someday?" she snapped. Marisa shook her head.

"No." she mumbled. "I-I want... I want to be important. Significant. I want to matter."

She never mattered to her mother, Marisa knew. She knew that now. With the abuse her mother often inflicted, with the berating, the lack of affection, the hiding, suppressing, Marisa knew. Right now, she mattered to no one. She wanted things to be different.

"You want out of this hell. This scraping for everything we have, you not getting the same nice shoes that the other girls at school have, your brother having to wear a used uniform, both of you being denied the same toys and other things that other children have?"

The only reason her mother bought her a new uniform was because she knew that appearances mattered more to girls, and she wouldn't have her daughter being teased for wearing a used one. Their reputation couldn't afford that.

"Y-yes." the little girl responded, wiping away her tears with the backs of her hands.

"Then you have to play by the rules. You don't cast a shadow over your brother. You don't set him up for failure. And you, you put your focus where it needs to be; learning everything you need to know about the world, how to function within it, and one day marry someone with status. That is the only way out for you. Stop it with this "I want to be a scientist" nonsense." Madame Delamare snarled. "That is something you can't be. You will try, you will be too busy with your attempt at a career to have a husband and children, you will fail, because no one takes women seriously when they try acting like men and going into careers for men, and you will end up on the streets."

Marisa's daemon changed into a bobcat, who growled.

"Who are you to say I'll fail?" Marisa snapped, glaring up at her mother. "Just because you ruined your life, it doesn't mean I will too."

With that, there was no more discussion; the lizard daemon of her mother jumped onto her daemon's back and bit down hard on the back of his neck. Feeling her daemon's pain, Marisa cried out, falling off the sofa of their living room and onto the floor.

"Let go... please..."

"Don't beg. It's weak." Madame Delamare hissed, and her daemon bit down harder. The child's daemon had now shifted into a small cat, mewing in pain. Her mother approached the daemon and grabbed him by his scruff. It had happened before, so many times now. Marisa still wasn't used to it, at the time, she thought she never would be. It was one of the worst things a human being could do to another, and her mother did it to her frequently.

"Mother..... Mummy, please!" Marisa sobbed, feeling that foreign hand. As sick as this made her, her very soul being touched by another's hands, she knew her mother was about to do something worse. "Please, don't, I'll behave I promise!"

"You need to learn, Marisa." her mother spoke, carrying her daemon away, and to one of the bedrooms. Marisa stood and ran after, trying to follow. "This is what you get for being stubborn, this is the only way you'll listen to me."

"No, no no! Don't take him! Please!" the child cried. She felt pure anguish as she watched her mother throw the cat daemon into the bedroom, and close the door. Immediately, her daemon began scratching at the door to no avail, as Madame Delamare soon locked it and put the key away in her pocket. It was then her mother grabbed Marisa's wrist and began dragging her away from her soul. Marisa fought at first, kicking and screaming in agony. It felt like her organs were being ripped out of her body. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. The further she was pulled away from her daemon, the greater the pain got, until her entire body felt like it was being repeatedly torn apart with no relief.

They were back in the living room, her daemon all the way at the end of the hall, trapped behind a door, her very soul ripped from her. Marisa felt an emptiness mixed with the searing pain, and she continued to thrash against her mother until she no longer had the energy to. It was then her mother spoke again.

"I'm doing this for your own good, Marisa." she told her. "So you don't throw your life away on some impossible dream. So you don't waste your life trying and failing, trying and failing, trying and failing. It's better you give up hope now than years down the line when it's too late. Say it with me. 'If I try to be a scientist, I will fail'."

"If I try to be a scientist, I will fail. Please, let him go, let me go!" Marisa sobbed.

"If I try to be a scientist, I will fail." her mother repeated.

"If I try to be a scientist, I will fail." Marisa choked out, her throat hoarse and dry from how long she had been crying now.

"Good. You will not embarrass this family." Her mother let go of her, and Marisa immediately bolted to the door. She tried opening it, but it was still locked. She banged on it, she tried pulling the handle, all while Madame Delamare watched for a moment. Finally, she approached the door, and unlocked it. Marisa's daemon crashed into her, curling up against her chest, the two of them crying as they held each other. "Clean yourself up." Madame Delamare spoke, before leaving the pair be.

Marisa knew that her mother didn't love her. She learned that from a very young age.

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

I cannot get over how much this one scene informs us of Tech's priorities, personality, and how much he cares about his squad.

THE SCENE: "Replacements," season 1 episode 3; the Marauder is in dire need of repairs

This scene is often played for laughs (and let's be real, it IS hilarious). There's Tech, completely ignoring Echo's not-so-subtle hints to help fix the ship, instead prioritizing tinkering with his gadgets because his definition of "critical systems" is apparently vastly different than others'. Result? The ship crashes.

But... Tech is RIGHT to be concerned about the chips.

He has been warning his brothers about the chips since Order 66, multiple times throughout "Aftermath" and "Cut and Run."

2. He suspected Crosshair was susceptible to the effects of the chip early on.

3. He saw firsthand the friction caused between Crosshair and the rest of the squad due to the chip, with the ultimate result that Crosshair attacked the squad and shot Wrecker.

OF COURSE he is going to prioritize creating a device that will test the functionality of their own chips - and I think he has two reasons for this.

First: Prevent further catastrophe by making sure no one else on the squad is at imminent risk of acting out like Crosshair did.

Can you imagine what could happen if anyone else became susceptible to the chip's effects? (Oh yeah, we can: we see exactly what happens with Wrecker on Bracca.) Tech's not losing another family member the way he just lost Crosshair.

Second: Support his theory that Crosshair's actions ARE a result of the chip. (Omega talked to Crosshair about this (in a roundabout way) in the brig, but it's Tech who mentions this possibility to the squad.)

And if they can find a reason, a solid explanation, for why Crosshair has turned on them, maybe they can find a way to help him.

Tech is logical and rational. He understands people by analyzing them, finding reasons to explain their motives and actions; and by understanding them, he can come up with a plan to fix the situation. And that's exactly what he's doing here: by proving his theories about the inhibitor chips, he can better help his family.

So, as much as I still laugh over Tech's nonchalant "We're fine" as they're LITERALLY CRASHING, I also find it so dang heartwarming and sweet that Tech was SO focused on saving his team in other, equally crucial ways ❤️

[irafook]

A-yuan ❤

[destiel-wings]

just thinking about how in early seasons dean knew he was good looking and bragged about it but in later seasons he probably wouldn't believe it if someone told him he was handsome and how that may be because it's post hell and he didn't see beauty in himself anymore

[bleach-your-panties]

raise your legs, baby girl - izuru kira x chubby!fem!reader

🎀just a little bit of my husband with his lax-ass dom energy. inspired lightly by these old hc's of mine.

🎀warnings: bondage (shibari), thigh-fucking, edging, dirty talk, praise, soft!dom!izuru, reader is a thick gal💦, aftercare, fluff

🎀i wrote this for me, but y'all can read it. with that being said -

⋰❄️WELCOME TO THE THIRD DIVISION三⋱❥

🎀word count: 2.5k

▶️do what it do - jamie foxx

you know what, imma make it do what it do, baby

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One thing that you'd learned about your husband Izuru was that he liked to tease you - sometimes to the point of tears.

When you met him, you found out very quickly how responsible he was and how seriously he took his job as Lieutenant. It couldn't be helped after he'd been abandoned by his former captain, Gin Ichimaru, with the weight of the entire Third Division placed solely upon his shoulders.

You had to say that you were very impressed with his impromptu leadership over the Third Division, which is what prompted you to join after graduating from the Shin'o Academy.

With your skills, it wasn't long before you ended up serving under him as the Third Seat of the Third Division. A few casual encounters here and there and the two of you quickly became enamored with one another. Soon you'd ended up underneath him in multiple other ways.

You've been married for six months now and the two of you were still very much in the honeymoon phase. Sometimes Izuru has bad mental health days, but you were always close by his side to help him work through the turmoil swirling inside his mind.

Before he got with you, he looked upon himself undesirably as a romantic partner (if his parents were still alive he had wondered if they'd be disappointed in him for not having settled down yet.)

The captain position was currently still vacant as of now, but due to your close relationship with the Lieutenant of the First Division, you'd been hearing about how a multitude of recommendations had been put in for Izuru to become the new Captain of the Third Division.

So, to celebrate the inevitable good news, you pulled a pale blue, sheer lingerie set out of your dresser - one that you’d purposefully hidden from Izuru to use for this special occasion.

After peeling off your shinigami robes and taking a nice, steamy, hot shower, you did your usual night routine and put your hair up in a cute style that you thought Izuru might like. 

You’d gotten your nails done with Mashiro earlier on in the week - white French-tipped duck nails with one black statement finger and little foil butterflies in gradient shades of blue decorating the tips.

A pair of simple, white, peep-toe heels with bows on the back finished off your look and you sauntered into the living area to wait for Izuru to get home from work.

Ice cubes clinked against one another in the bucket you’d set the sake out to chill in and low, soft music played from the strange contraption Shuuhei had gifted you both for a wedding present - a ‘CD player’ he called it.

Soon, the wooden door to your little home was slid open and your handsome husband stepped inside. 

After setting an armful of folders and notebooks down, his eyes caught sight of you standing there, the orangish glow of the wall lamps illuminating your shapely figure.

“Welcome home, ‘Zu.”

Those cornflower eyes almost popped out of his head.

“Hello, love…what's all this for?” Said eyes trailed over the darkened atmosphere, sake on the counter, and those lights that made you appear as a seductively sinful angel standing before him.

“To celebrate your promotion.” 

Those heels clumped across the wooden floor in tandem with Izuru’s heartbeat inside his chest.

As his eyes raked over your form, Izuru thanked God for Rangiku always dragging you along on her shopping sprees, even if it meant his wallet had to suffer the consequences.

Even though you were looking like a full-course meal in front of him, the mention of said promotion made his shoulders slump visibly.

“Ah, yeah. They still want me to take the captain’s exam even though I already have over half the necessary recommendations.”

You stood facing him now, the height from your heels putting your face right underneath his chin. Cupping it with your hand, you rubbed your fingers over his cheek in a loving manner.

“Don’t worry about that, ‘Zu. You’re going to ace that exam. You did graduate from the Academy with top marks, after all.” 

He could only smile while you stroked his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his jawline and back up through the blonde hairs around his ears.

His mouth moved to close over yours in a soft kiss that soon turned passionate and needy.

Your tongues danced in a fiery tango as he wrapped those strong arms around you and pulled you to the kitchen.

----

now, baby, i just wanna take your freakin' clothes off

kiss your body while i take your freakin' clothes off

leave them heels on, while i take your clothes off

leave them lights on, let me see you go off

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

----

That's how you would end up with your bare ass cheeks pushed up onto the kitchen counter while Izuru stood between your spread legs with the palm of his left hand gently resting against your throat. The cold metal of his platinum wedding band pressed against your jugular as he curled his fingers around your neck.

He pulled loose the pale periwinkle ribbon that tied his blond hair, gripped your wrists in one hand, held them above your head, and tied them together with the silk material. With his teeth, he bit the end off and spit it out onto the kitchen floor.

“Perfect.”

His cool hands groped the flesh of your thighs, pinching and squeezing it between his deft fingers.

“Lift your legs up and wrap them around me.”

He pressed you further against the counter and rutted his growing hard-on against your inner thigh.

“‘Zu..baby…”

“Yes?” One eyebrow went up as he waited for you to finish your thought then his eyes trailed down to the steadily growing wet spot at the front of your thong.

"Now, what do you wanna do? You wanna get fucked or do you wanna get licked up? Either way, I need you to keep these thighs up for me, baby.”

He slapped one and you yelped at the sudden impact. Leaning over you and staring you down, those blue eyes were hypnotizing you to the point that the words stuck inside your voice box. 

“Hmm, what's that, darling? Come on and use your words for me..” 

“I..I..”

“Too slow. You know what, I have a better idea for you, bluebell.”

In the next millisecond, he was gripping your restrained wrists and flipping you around. A loud breath and soft curses passed through his parted lips when the motion resulted in your juicy ass cheeks pressed against his crotch.

“Fuck…”

Reaching into one of his hakama pockets, he pulled out another ribbon - a spare that he kept for his hair - and retied your wrists so they rested against your lower back.

“Now, keep your head down. Don't you dare fucking lift it.” 

Izuru pulled his hard dick from his pants and you could feel it slap against the crease of your thighs and oh how badly you wanted to thrust back on it.

“Don’t even think about it. Be good and stay still while I fuck your thighs, angel.”

----

so act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

----

“A-ahh..”

Izuru’s soft moans were so erotic coupled with the wet, smacking sounds of him fucking the opening made by your thick thighs. The arousal ran between them lubricating his dick enough for him to slip it in and out of your thigh creases as if it were your pussy.

You learned early on in your sex life that Izuru has an inconceivable amount of patience.

When he felt himself getting closer to a release, he pulled you off of the counter and into your shared bedroom.

As you kneeled on the tatami mat, your nose kept bumping against his inner thighs and blonde pubes as you tried to get your husband's cock in your mouth but his grip on your neck held you just out of reach of his pretty, pink-flushed tip.

He was edging both you and himself. After the day he'd had today, he'd be damned if he came anywhere except for the inside of your pussy.

Curling his long fingers around your jaw, he brought your head up for you to stare into his crystal-blue eyes.

“Are you ready to be good and tell me what you want me to do to you?”

You nodded your head in his large palm.

“Want you to make me feel good, Izu’. Please fuck me, baby.”

—-

now baby holla at me, tell me what you're missin'

i can put in work in every position

from the kitchen table to the bedroom floor

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

so act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

—-

“There, gorgeous. So pretty. The perfect little present.”

He exhaled a breath, eyes wandering the perfect pattern of the ribbon he’d so skillfully tied you with. Another one of his creatively hidden talents - shibari.

“Hold those legs open right there for me, baby.”

He dipped his head down and you let out a shrill cry when he began licking your warm, creamy folds. Back and forth his tongue dipped and lips sucked your pussy while he caressed your inner thighs. The knuckle of his left ring finger slid dangerously close to your clit, making you twitch.

Tears accumulated in your eyes both from your muscles burning and  from Izuru messily eating you out. He always made it hurt so good.

"Zu', I…can't hold them anymore, I's-starting to hurt!"

"Hmm?” He leaned away from your pussy with his chin glistening in your slick. 

“Guess I should have tied them behind your head then." 

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

With a kiss to your left knee, he sat back on his knees, caging your spread-out thighs between his pale, muscled ones. Your legs were brought up to rest on his shoulders as he demanded you to hold them right there.

Soft swishing was heard as he discarded himself of his shihakusho.

Finally, he sunk that fat cockhead inside your waiting hole. Your thighs trembled as he instantly went deep. Already, you were out of breath and he hadn't even moved yet. The result of him edging you both beforehand.

Izuru just kept stealing your breath as he fucked you with slow, deep strokes; each one with more force behind it than the last. He bent his head and let his lips graze against your knees, gently kissing each one as he stirred your insides up.

“I-Izuru!” 

His name fell from your lips in broken whines, You couldn’t do anything but keep repeating it over and over again as he rocked into you, making the bed shake and headboard slam against the wall.

—-

your body, show me how you use it

we gone pop some champagne 

and listen to some music

and once we get our clothes off

wrap your legs around my shoulders

and it’s gone be just like i told ya

baby i’m gone work you over

and over, and over, and over again

so what you wanna do?

—- 

“Oooo,’Zuru!”

“Fuck yes, Y/N…oh my God…”

Izuru had shifted your positions now so that you were riding him cowgirl-style while he held your bound wrists behind your back. He made you bounce on his dick wildly, amusing him very much since he had all of the control right now.

“Tell me…tell me -s-shit! - tell me you want me to cum inside your pussy. Say it for me.”

“I want you to cum inside my pussy, baby! Please, ‘Zuru, I need you to fill me up so badly! I need you!”

He had already started cumming before you even got all the words out - the way your pussy gripped and clenched around him had him whining your name in that lovely, smooth baritone of his and spurting his thick, hot seed right up against your womb.

“Shit shit shit shit-FUuuuCK!

With a hand on the back of your neck and one last thrust that had you seeing multiple galaxies, he emptied his balls completely. Your exhausted body began to slump forward and Izuru caught you in his arms. He laid you against his chest and began to untie your bindings.

“You did so well, angel. So good and perfect for me, as always. My perfect Y/N.”

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

Izuru always made sure to give you the best aftercare whenever the two of you were experimenting with different kinks in the bedroom.

He made sure to clean you off really well, change you into a pair of comfortable pajamas, and make you some lavender tea to help you sleep. 

Your head rested on his chest now as the two of you snuggled beneath the covers.

“‘Zuzu…I really am so proud of you for everything that you’ve accomplished. You’re going to make a great Captain.”

The soft rise and fall of his chest was quickly lulling you to sleep, but you did hear his next statement.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I really appreciate that, but I don’t think I could be that great of a Captain if I don’t have a great Lieutenant by my side.”

“Why would you say something like-oh. OH.”

He just chuckled at your realization and kissed your neck.

“I love you so much, Y/N Kira.”

“I love you too, Captain Kira.”

—-

i’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

I’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

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[napstawantstosleep]

Shameless png for the background because today I had exams and I'm absolutely DRAINED. anyway jellyfsh ert.

[annicaax]

Lols really love the creativity here. Love the banters we get to do in the game's chat function lmao... Now what do I choose here? Sylus sure has longer legs lol. And I'd definitely find all trees similar. And maybe I will whine and get Sylus to carry me out (yep he has to give in in the end fr)

[lucianinsanity]

Going insane about that old man and all the gays in different realities

[femslashspuffy]

The second venom started stitching together eddie's side wound in that helicopter I knew he made up his mind. Eddie doesnt get to die. They dont both get to go out in a blaze of glory. Venom's the big sexy hero afterall

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

[natjennie]

anyone else out here a middle child saddled with eldest daughter responsibilities?

[moraxsthrone]

𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣

[azures-bazar]

I saw your post with Arthur reuniting with Isaac and it’s amazing!!! Brought me to tears! I was wondering if you could do a similar one for him reuniting with Eliza pleaseee 🥺💖

Hey there anon, thank you for your request ! 💖

He's a part 2 of Afterlife during which Arthur reunites with Eliza ! I hope you'll like it ! I made this while listening to The arrival of the Birds, found it quite suitable :')

I'm terribly sorry if the text is not centered or about the overall texture of the subtitles, I lost my template following a Windows update and my brain doesn't seem to work well with Pixlr anymore 💔

➡️ Part 1 of Afterlife with Arthur reuniting with Isaac is right here !

Afterlife - Arthur reunites with Eliza (part2)

I'm afraid this isn't the cut-content Eliza (she has a darker skintone as what I remember), so I used Eliza Sinclair's model instead :')

[maxemirienn]

I think it's absolutely sickening and simply just not right that Max' behavior in 2021 is being brought up and set as a parallel to what happened yesterday. As if the years after 2021 hasn't proved he matured and refined as a driver... Oh the Brits need to be humbled big time at Silverstone!