#yes it sucks. obviously. it fucking sucks.

[likesomeoneinlovee]

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲

Pairing: bf!Jack Abbot x F!reader

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Jack finds everything about you attractive. That includes menstruation.

Warnings: PORN-NO-PLOT. Unprotected p-in-v. Period sex + descriptions of menstrual blood (obviously 😔👌) Oral f!receiving.

Author’s Note: Brought to you by 1 half shot of disgustingly sweet rum. Enjoy, anon! (sorry for the abrupt ending LOL)

Masterlist

There hadn’t been a day Jack wasn’t willing to take you. 

No matter the time or day. if you called, he’d come. 

Whether in the terms of coming home to you, or, ejaculation. Commonly, it was both. 

Maybe he was too willing, if, there was such a thing. Beckoning to an almost urgent text you sent him earlier into his shift, how badly you needed him, his touch, his cock. How you’d almost been tempted to pop into the ER at ten o’clock at night just to work him urgently into the lounge and stuff his dick halfway down your throat just to feel something, anything at all. 

He’d assure you through a quick text he was getting off early tonight, and, in a non-tech savvy, old man fashion, unironically paired it with a gen-X approved winky face built from a semicolon and parentheses. 

Hours later, he unlocked the door to his apartment with an unusual pep, pushing in. And, when he saw the dim, warm lighting peeking through the crack of his bedroom’s door, he could already feel himself stiffen, just the littlest of amounts. He pressed the entry wide, his tongue sliding out to wetten his bottom lip as he saw you, legs stretched, body so comfortably laid out against his mattress, making his mouth water like his eyes had only just laid on the most saccharine of desserts. 

He felt his stomach plummet, and his cock pulse. 

And, without a moment's notice, moved quickly to launch himself into bed with you, making you squeal as his massive palms wrung around your ankles, tugging you towards his broad body. Before you stuttered a bit, palmed his chest and squeaked a gentle ‘wait.’ 

Jack blinked, his dire movements had haltered for a second or two. Before you had explained to him; you were bleeding. As in, menstruating. In all, vivid honesty, Abbot couldn’t give one, singular fuck. 

He’d reassure himself that you were comfortable, almost annoyingly so, fingertips tapping and pressing over your body as if he was doing a routine checkup. Thumbing over your belly, noting the quiet bloat below your navel, lips gliding over your tits, bookmarking the tenderness of your breasts. And, oh, was he hungry. 

Starving. With an all-too familiar heat that roiled deep in his belly. 

Once you were scathed of all your clothing, Abbot's eyes silently worshipped over your nude being, pressing his left hand into your cushy thigh and creasing it back against your hip, allowing your other leg to reign free. 

“Good girl,” Jack cooed, soothing warm, worked palms over your form. “Relax for daddy, honey.” 

His words always found a way to your pussy before they hit your brain, making her throb adjacent to his cock. You’d suck on your teeth when he swiftly ducked his face down between your legs and pressed a chaste kiss to your tummy before paving a path of wet, audible smooches down towards your needy, sensitive cunt. 

He pecked your clit, already so swollen and desperate for him. Just the quick, sweet gesture made your hips squirm a little against his comforter, then, he stuck out his tongue and lapped a long, hot stripe between your gooey folds. That’s how he’d make you whimper. 

“Jack–” You’d breathe, “Yes!” 

It was so hard for you to keep even an ounce of composure when it just felt so fucking good. Jack had grunted into your cunt when his tongue tasted a particularly thick moisture, teeth grazing that gorgeous, sensitive pearl as he licked a little deeper, a little more desperate. 

And every messy, sopping noise, just a little more grotesque. 

He’d part your puffy lips with his thumbs, flatten his tongue and rub it up and down the inners repetitively. 

“Jus’ tastes so sweet,” his tongue stroked you again, “Even like this. Mm–fuck.” 

Rasping through his words, the tip of his tongue nudges against your entrance. You shook out a moan as your front teeth sunk deep into your trembling, bottom lip. 

As if to tease you, Abbot slowly withdrew from your cunt, his glossy, deep green eyes meeting with yours. It’d only take a flickering diversion in your gaze’s direction to notice Jack’s chin coated in spit, slick, and a lot of sticky, crimson blood. You’d whine, securing fingers into his silver curls and gripping. 

“You–you really don’t have to…” It was shaky, a little scared. 

“Honey. I want to.” He’d grit, eyes glimmering. “Need to.” 

You’d detach a fist from his hair to anchor it into his duvet. Spreading your thighs wider as you felt your brain only growing dumber. Hips lazily hopping towards his fluid-smeared chin, forlornly. It’d only been a minute and you felt every nerve wailing for another inkling of stimulation. 

And Jack always aimed to please, right?

“Does my sweet girl need my cock instead?” He’d almost sneer. 

Jack knew the answer, of course. It was there, being reciprocated back to him through your blown, sparkling pupils. Though, with your gaze held tight to his, you nodded. Quick and hastily. 

Plucking down his boxers by the elastic band, he wrung them around his thick thighs, balls hanging heavy over the hem’s edge. His cock was obscenely plump with blood, the head thick and broad, crying heady beads of opaque slick. You wanted to cry. 

He’d precariously position himself over top of your supine body, gathering up all that goop gushing out of your hole with his tip with long, languid strokes within your swelled folds. Your jaw went slack, and you choked on an absurdly pitched moan–Jack always found a way to make you sound like a pornstar. You were keeping his neighbors in your prayers. 

He gripped the base of his shaft and aligned himself with your entrance, you felt his nose brush tenderly against your flushed cheek, pursing his lips into a thin line. 

“If you’re still all achy–” He began, voice forcing through a grunt. “—this’ll help, sweetie. Promise.” 

At that, he pushed in. And you moaned–oh god, did you moan. Something that ripped straight from your chest and shrilled from your pretty, drool slick lips. Abbot hissed, and worked a heavy palm over your mouth. 

“Shhh, I know.” He sucked in a breath, held it, then released it against the shell of your ear. “But you can take him, mhm… Doc knows best.” 

It was the straight, whole truth. Disgustingly dirty being said in a moment like this one. Every drawn, lengthy thrust of his dick felt hazy, like heaven on earth. Making you moan with every hearty press to the squishy, ribbed spot against the ceiling of your pussy, your walls clenched and unclenched with each tantalizing, circular rub of his index to your clit. 

Your nails clawed and dragged down the expanse of his chest, mewling as the coarse, thatch of hair crowning his cock scratched a little too close to the hardened pearl already being toyed with, courtesy of his digits. You squeezed and clamped around him. Already riding the edge of your impending climax. 

He felt the twitches and tightens of your body, hyper focused on every little detail, from the scrunch of your nose when he drove a little deeper, to how your thighs would spasm, stretching just a little wider for him. Each rut of his hips became more and more repetitive, ornery and fixed on getting you to cum before him. As always. 

Frenzied, your smaller hands began gripping and grabbing different parts of his body, waist, biceps, neck and squeezing him tight as your fingertips barely brushed against his damp, salt and pepper curls.

Adding fuel to the already raging fire, the pad of his thumb shifted to your clit and pressed. Holding a firm, consistent pressure to the bundle of nerves.

This had caused the dam to break. Your legs slung around his hips and tugged him close, feeling your stomach coil and churn deep. And, you could never get over the cliche-ness of how your toes curled, and your eyes rolled back somewhere deep inside your skull. 

Fuck, he was good. 

Jack’s hips spurred and jerked as the muscles in your cunt contracted around his member, holding back had been proven impossible with the sinful, tight stimulation you had been effortlessly providing every nerve ending in his shaft. 

His balls tightened and drew up like clockwork, he’d twitch, hard, and follow that involuntary spasm with thick, hot ropes of cum shooting deep inside your pussy, filling you up to the brink before he’d even think about pulling out–he’d praise himself every night for getting that vasectomy all those years ago, or else he’d have you knocked up twice over by now. Twins each time. He was so very confident if he was never snipped, it’d be sure to stick. 

Your body comfortably went limp against the jumbled mass of pillows and sheets, utterly and absolutely fucked out. Spent. Done.  

“That’s my girl,” If his words weren’t so gentle, so sugary, you’d be too dazed and laxed to realize he was still here. Absentmindedly gliding his knuckles up and down your waist. “Feel better now?” 

Although it’d be a gross understatement to just nod and state, “Yes.”  it was all you could really do, as your orgasm still thrummed throughout your entirety.

It felt so dreamy, so dazed. And, it really did help. Every little, minute ache that seemed to twist into your pelvic floor and pinch had floated away to seemingly nowhere. And you couldn’t help but feel just slightly more pleased than usual. It was a relief. A gentle warmth that lulled you.

Along with Jack’s cock, still shoved halfway to the hilt into that pretty cunt of yours, knowing the mess that would await him once he pulls out. Blood and cum just oozin’, all messy like. He was procrastinating. Rightfully so, his washer and dryer broke down a couple days prior.

Plus, his sheets were the utmost unfortunate color of light grey.

[st0nerlesb0]

girl you louddd

a/n: anon requested this and i lobe it. me personally, if your asking tits or ass, best believe im going for titties😚

• you literally love billies boobs, like it might be an obsession.

• anytime she wore a tank top and i mean anytime, your eyes would be locked with them. you didn't mean too, it was just inevitable. (peep peep the 2nd picture🙏)

billie was talking about a song her and finneas were making for a movie and you were listening but you looked lost in thought. billie thought that was strange until she followed where your eyes wre and started laughing.

"babe are you even listening? hellooo?"

she says snapping in your face, making you blink your eyes, regaining consciousness, focusing back on her.

"uh yeah, i was."

"okay what was i talking about?"

she says looking smug at you, waiting for an answer.

"uhhhh..."

you obviously didn't know, so you didn't say anything. she chuckled, shaking her head, getting back to telling you about the song.

• even in big tshirts you could see them, especially after she showered. she usually didn't wear a bra to bed so you could tell how they sat and where they were.

• anytime youd see them, it looked like you had hearts in your eyes.

• every single time yall would makeout, you would be massaging them like it was your life. or just feeling them. doesn't matter if your top or bottom, youd still do it.

• in probably every. single. picture, you guys have with friends, your behind her with your hands holding her tits. she'd laugh but hold your hands tighter against them. you'd be respectful in front of her parents but with everyone else? ouhhhh they getting the full package. (my fav one)

• when you and billie would have sex, youd suck her tits and play with them, moaning like your the one getting it.

her back arches from you sucking her tits, leaving dark hickeys, fondling them so rough, but she fucking loved it.

when youd get too into it, she'd laugh, playing with your hair.

"you enjoying it baby? you like em?"

she said, eyes low, voice low and literally the most gorgeous face ever. you would look up at her nodding, with big doe eyes, moaning against her tits. she'd arch her back, moaning from the vibrations.

"pretty, your so loud, you love em, don't you?"

she'd ask, teasing, and the tips of your ears would get red but you still nod yes.

• at parties, she'd sit on your lap and you'd find some way, to touch her tits. especially when a girl or a guy tries to flirt with her.

they'd be sitting beside you and they'd be trynna get her number or get her to go upstairs and you'd slide your hands up her stomach to rest your hands on her chest.

"you look pretty, could i get your number?"

"uhhhh.."

billie would be laughing and look at you then the person, hoping they'd see you gripping her chest and take the hint. when they did see, theyd be like

"oh my bad, didn't know."

and walk away, ashamed.

[beabadoobee-lober]

Panty Thief! (Requests are open!)

Warning: smut,blowjob,tit fucking

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You and Choso have been roommates for a few months, some would say you guys are friends but something more seems to be growing and it’s starting to become more obvious.

You’re currently in your room like usual texting your friends,studying,or doing things to cure your boredom until Choso comes back with food you begging him to get you. Once you hear the door open and close you rush to the kitchen; it’s small but still pretty spacious for an apartment.

“Finally” you sigh “you took forever” Choso places the take out bag on the kitchen table “traffic was hell” “how? it’s across the street” “just eat your food” you laugh as you never failed to annoy him, you take a seat at the table and open your container of food “I’ll pay you back when I get paid” you say as you’re stuffing your mouth full of food “no need I got it” he reply’s back almost instantly; he’s also sitting down eating his own serving but it’s not as big as yours.

“Aw you’re such a sweet heart!” He smiles at the compliment you could’ve sworn you saw a slight blush.

Choso is attractive in his own loser emo way you can’t deny that it’s like a fact. Sure you flirt with him time to time but this? Your panties on his bed?

While Choso is out with his brothers you decided to do one of Choso laundry loads knowing he always does it last second. You figured you’d help him out so you walk into his room; its messy as usual a bunch of dirty clothes on the floor and in his bed, a bunch of band posters on his wall, and messed up books on his desk and his computer you don’t dare to touch not knowing what kind of things you’d find.

As you clean up his room moving from the floor to the bed, something catching your eye. You notice pink underwear YOUR pink underwear.

It’s the exact same one you lost a MONTH ago it has stains it didn’t have on it before and dried cum?

You honestly never expected this from Choso- he was so sweet and kind to you, sure he had a perverted side to him you can’t blame him he’s a total virgin. But you don’t know he was this desperate.

Later that night when Choso comes back home you have a plan to confront him.

You act normal as always, until when you both are watching Tv together.

“So Choso..”you start off “I did your laundry for you” he glances over at you and then turns back to the tv “aw thanks you don’t have to” you smirk knowing your plan was going perfect “mhm I don’t mind” you give him smile “but why were my panties on your bed?” He freezes maybe even stops breathing he looks at you with a look mixed with a shame and guilt “uhhh what are you talking about?” He stumbles over his words “c’mon fess up Cho” you put your hand on his thigh “I didn’t know you liked me that much” the hint of sarcasm in your voice makes him feel even more embarrassed “I-…I’m sorry” he mumbles

“I didn’t say I was uncomfortable; I actually think it’s cute” you smile put hand going higher on his thigh as you see a rising bulge growing through his sweat pants

“Turned on already?” You tease “we can’t-“ he try’s to push your hands away “why not Cho?” “I-“ he can’t answer; he knows he wants it he just can’t bring himself to say it “want me to help you out?” You offer “yes please…” he says in a whiney tone

You eagerly do so wanting to see what Choso was packing but you never expected his dick to be this big

It’s thick and at least 7 inches you can see the veins on his dick and the pre-cum leaking from his pink mushroom tip.

You slowly run your hand up and down his meaty length

“M-more please” his voice is needy and he’s obviously is desperate; his hips bucking up when you do the right stroke to his cock, you can’t leave him begging for you to suck his dick so you decide to tease him giving him kitty licks on the tip of his cock.

He groans throwing his head back from the immense pleasure he’s experiencing for the first time. His Adam’s Apple bobbing up as he trying to keep his noise down but it doesn’t help when you take his tip in your mouth. His hands immediately flying to the back of your head gripping your hair like it’s the only thing that is keeping him alive.

You feel every vein from his cock as your take him deeper in your mouth his girth stretching your throat a bit painfully but it’s strangely pleasurable.

“T-tits” he moans out and you slowly take his dick out your mouth and you look up at him dumb founded “tits?” He looks down embarrassed “y-yeah like uh- tit fucking… saw it in a video” he admits, you smile and put your shirt over your head to take it off and you unclip your bra.

He bites his lips at the sight of your boobs out in of your bra and your nipples already hardening from the coldness of the room.

You roll your eyes slightly at his ‘innocence’ “You can touch them”

you don’t have to tell him twice. His hands immediately tweaking with your perky nipples groping you roughly, you whine from the harsh treatment.

“H-hurry up so you can cum” you push his hands off your boobs

You put his cock inbetween your boobs pressing them together. He groans and bites his lips he can’t look away from the sight as you move your boobs up and down his length. He can’t hold back he bucks his hips up at the pace of your rhythm and he’s a moaning mess “yes oh fuck!” He whines,his balls aching for release. “G-gonna c-cum” “do it baby come on my tits”

That does it for him; his cum is all over your boob,chin,face, and hair.

“Better never steal my panties again”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

A/n: never had sex before so hope this is ok and ughh I had such writers block writing this I don’t know why plus I got my period today

[mooingwithmidnight]

(I’m assuming this is about the musical bc the movie version of them are ungodly straight it’s kinda funny)

So a couple of things:

You aren’t supposed to want Helen and Ernest together tho- not really. Ernest is terrible for and to her, in the exact same ways Madeline was.

That’s why parts of “that was then, this is now” sound so strange for a love song- because Helen and Ernest’s love (clearly) wasn’t strong, if it was real at all. Helen craves external validation the exact same way that Madeline does, she’s just more quiet about it. Helen likes that Ernest likes her. That’s why she calls him her “boring old willow tree” and is happy that he “lets” her be herself. He’s her security blanket- one who suddenly drops her, shattering her sense of security, control, and remaining self-confidence.

Also- it’s takes two to cheat on a partner. Madeline seducing Ernest is fucked up- obviously, the musical doesn’t frame it as a fun cute thing for Helen- but Ernest cheats on his fiancée and marries her best friend. He’s ALSO a huge piece of shit right there with Madeline, and they both pretty much reap what they sow imo.

So why is Madhel more popular? Besides the narrative answer of “they literally end up together” it’s because she’s Madeline.

The difference is that Helen and Madeline are obsessed with each other. Everything they do revolves around each other, not Ernest. It was never about any of the men, it’s why Helen can forgive Madeline at the end. It’s what Megan Hilty and Jennifer Simard mention- that true hatred would lead to indifference, but both of them care VERY much about what the other is doing.

Ernest doesn’t mean anything to either of them, that’s canonically confirmed by Madeline AND Helen. He’s just Madeline’s latest pawn to get Helen’s attention and Helen’s latest crutch for her self-esteem issues.

Madeline and Helen are also just connected despite both of them hating each other. There’s an established history, a repertoire- they have undeniable chemistry, which is easy to translate into romantic.

They also say and do an insane amount of gay shit- Madeline wearing that pink lingerie only expecting Helen, their “insults” being total compliments + murderous intent, Madeline asking how Helen sounds in bed, diaphragm, etc etc.

And about Madeline herself- I mean, they did quite literally murder her, so I’m gonna say that’s probably just as bad as what she did. But obviously she was acting like that beforehand- and yes it’s ridiculous! But that’s who Madeline is- she’s dramatic and ridiculous and self-centered. It’s in character even if it’s stupid.

I think it’s also that while the audience is TOLD Madeline is getting her just desserts by being abandoned by the industry, we don’t actually see 90% of the terrible shit she’s done, so it’s easier to feel pity. Madeline also isn’t being punished FOR being horrible, she’s being punished by sexist beauty ideals, which is relatable (even to men but especially to women). We’re also given insight into her insane crash out, which again- has nothing to do with Ernest and so it’s easier to feel for her in that moment. That’s excluding Helen murdering her, ofc, where she IS punished for being horrible.

It’s also worth noting that Madeline does have significant character growth throughout the musical- “Alive forever” is basically distorted marriage vows, and the difference between that and Madeline and Ernest’s wedding is HUGE. Madeline gives the control back to Helen to decide what she wants to do, basically saying “I’ll be here” but not imposing her will on her.

Ernest does not deserve Helen, and after 10 years Helen does not care about him, which is significant growth and good for her. Ernest and Madeline definitely deserve each other, but neither of them love each other and Madeline never did.

Madeline doesn’t deserve Helen, but she does care about her, and Helen deserves much better than Madeline, but she’s so sucked into her orbit. Madeline admitting her fault and giving the control back to Helen to dictate their relationship is her way of evening out the playing field, and Helen accepts because she loves Madeline, but also calls her narcissistic and admits they’re toxic, which is a good acknowledgement that tells us Helen understands her worth a lot more than she used to. She’s not the same pushover as before- the two feel more “even” in that way.

And final reason: enemies to lovers- lesbians do it best.

OK CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY IM SUPPOSED TO LIKE MADELINE AND/OR SHIP HER WITH HELEN?!??? CAUSE I CANT AND IM NO STRANGER TO FUCKED UP SHIPS, PLEASE HELP ME😭

I wanna like her like yall like her, but I genuinely wish that Madeline had actually died so that Ernest and Helen could run off together, please help me understand this. The gay part of me gets it (she’s so fucking hot oh my god), but the rest of me wants her to shut the fuck up and stop acting like anything Hel or Ernest did to her is at all on the same level of hell she put them both through. You can’t use people’s affection for you against them for years and expect good feelings or treatment, ssssshhhhhut up.

This is a genuine question, and I cast no judgements on Madeline lovers and those who ship Mads and Hel. I’m looking in through the windows, watching yall have a great time, wishing I understood, please help me understand😭🙏😔

[utilitycaster]

Ok I'm probably going to regret reinventing 17th century European religious philosophy here but:

Ludinus's issue with the gods as stated to Imogen and Fearne (and I will state right now that we know he was lying or deliberately misleading at points in that conversation so I don't exactly take him at his word, but let's assume he does mean this) is that they did not prevent the Calamity. I have the following questions.

Does he have any loyalty/feelings about the Titans given that they would have killed all the people in the era of the Schism, ie, the gods averted that Calamity? My guess is no, which means that whole avenue of discussing the Titans was something of a dead end.

How should Calamity have been averted? The Prime Deities during the Age of Arcanum largely let people do what they wanted, which is what led to one of those mortals releasing the Betrayer Gods. Should the gods have struck down Vespin Chloras before he actually did anything, Minority Report style? Can the gods even predict based on the actions of a single individual or small group, because my guess is they can't, particularly since within the current stream of gameplay they absolutely cannot [ie, the reason the Changebringer can't tell FCG to stay or run is because Matt Mercer is the Changebringer and he doesn't know how people will roll; you do need to consider the medium here]. But if they could: so you think they should strike down mortals on the basis of thoughtcrimes? Or control them? In that case, why is Aeor a problem? There's a lot you can argue is justified once you permit the gods to override free will and kill people over mere potential for catastrophe.

On that note, Laerryn both was an unwitting architect of the Calamity (shorted on energy and then killed the Tree of Names, which served as a core planar defense system) but also averted the worst of it. Did the lives she saved by preventing the rise of Rau'shan and Ka'Mort outweigh the lives she took by destroying the Tree of Names? How should the gods have reacted?

Should, perhaps, the gods have all sealed themselves away earlier - perhaps post-Schism? If so, then the issue isn't the Divine Gate, now is it? Should the gods intervene or not intervene? Should they remove themselves or no? It feels like the issue isn't that they distanced themselves so that they can do less in the world, particularly if you wish to kill them, but that you really want to fucking kill them and they made that somewhat more difficult.

How do we know the gods (for example) didn't save Laudna? She was hanged and she's still alive; Morri would probably count this as saving her and I don't see the same desire to wipe out all Archfey. [real talk I find most discussion of Laudna specifically to be...incomprehensibly ignorant in its refusal to acknowledge that everything about it is player agency related, whether it's the story that the cast played out for Vox Machina or the decisions Marisha specifically made in creating the character, ie, do you think Matt should have said "well you can't play a Hollow One because that would mean the gods didn't save you" not to mention the fact that again, we are playing this within a game system where the existence Deus Ex Machina would in fact fucking suck ass; but even setting aside those reasons why this argument is stupid, it's still stupid. It's like a layer cake of stupid.] Again: do you want more intervention or less? Killing them guarantees less.

I'm assuming the problem with the Calamity is the vast loss of life, in which case, what's the math on how many people have been killed by the Vanguard or Imperium in the pursuit of unleashing Predathos? How many more will die?

If the release of Predathos doesn't result in the immediate demise of all the gods, and the Divine Gate is down, why isn't this a recipe for Calamity 2? What was the motivation for killing the gods again?

Should we kill mortal diviners who do not do all within their power to stop terrible things that may come to pass? If the issue is that some people have power without working for it, why haven't we killed all the sorcerers?

Should we be listening to a single word from someone who consumes random fey to live longer, and that's just the start of the CVS receipt of atrocities?

Is there a point where one's deeply held beliefs due to one's own personal trauma become invalidated due to one's actions as a result of that trauma? If so, why is the limit for Orym "is okay with killing people who are trying, directly, to kill you (which, frankly, isn't even a trauma response, that's just called not wanting to die, which I highly recommend as a personal philosophy), and gets upset when people defend those knowingly collaborating with his family's murderers" and the limit for Vanguard generals "family abandonment/just. buckets of murder of innocents./child soldier recruitment in multiple different contexts/eating fey as biohacking/destroying an entire city and the surrounding forest for hundreds of years (ongoing)/imperialism in multiple different contexts/I was going to make a gallows humor joke about how while neither exist in-world they've violated the Geneva Convention AND the IRB for testing on human subjects multiple times over but actually those both are in fact written in a lot of the same blood/probably some others that I'm forgetting"

[smartzelda]

Sometimes it's frustrating having worked in video game retail and knowing anything about game/console prices and deals watching people just. Say things online

"Look at this nintendo add for the SNES you could get the console and super mario world for like $100! Companies never do that anymore they're so greedy hahaha"

Yes, companies still bundle consoles with games. And yes, often this means the games come at a reduced price. (Mario Kart World for Switch 2 is $50 in the bundle versus the $80 for physical. When Gamestop was bundling games and controllers with new ps5s to keep away scalpers in like 2022, the games included often would be discounted between $10 and $20 for that bundle.)

Don't get me wrong. Of course less than $200 for a console and a first party game would be swell these days BUT. When you decided to get up in arms over prices these days, did you adjust for inflation? (Because like. It's one thing if the new console you're doing comparisons with the old one is much more expensive even when factoring in inflation. But also like some of those old consoles adjusted for inflation are worth about the same if not more than a switch 2, then it's like...okay? At that point the prices aren't the problem. The root issue is the companies not paying you in accordance with rising inflation.)

Believe it or not YES. Nintendo still does console deals where you can buy their most recent home console with a first party game added in for free! (Listen to me. Listen. In 2021 and 2022 for Christmas it was possible to walk into a video game store and buy a $300 switch bundle that included Mario Kart 8 deluxe and like 3 months free Nintendo Online. In like 2022/2023 for Christmas they also did $350 switch oled bundles that included Mario Kart 8 deluxe and 3 months nintendo online for free. The price of a console for a $60 video game and 3 months of the online service. This isn't some mythic business practice that stopped happening in like 2005 or something. I promise.)

Yes obviously the companies are greedy. They use deals to pull you in to get you to spend more than you expected. They also often have more sales than you're even aware of because they benefit more from people paying full price. They underpay people and they use whatever excuses needed oftentimes to raise prices to keep that profit rising. But it does no one any real good other than allow people to get pissed off to lie or assume things which aren't true. There are so many reasons to dislike companies (esp. Nintendo), you don't need to rely on acting like things used to be so much better in cases that they're not, or treating things that are industry wide standards/issues as something one company is the sole perpetrator of.

Moral of the story, maybe perhaps like do a bit a research instead of assuming whatever thing that pisses you off greatly is 100% true, and direct your ire in the right direction. Ground yourself emotionally and mentally, know what's going on. Be pissed at corporations. You're allowed to be fuckin pissed at corporations. Just please know what tf you're talking about and what exactly the root issue is

[69thatstheweednumber]

hot lilo and stitch remake take why the fuck are you expecting these hollow cynical entirely brand-name-recognition profit driven live action remakes by a trillion dollar corporation to have any artistic value whatsoever and also why are you acting like the entirely predictable failures and shortcomings of these works are some sinister malicious plot with ulterior motives beyond "brand name recognition minimum effort recognizable ip cash grab"

[queerofthedagger]

that goddamn post of "women just stop being insecure you're annoying" post is going around and oh my god some of y'all are such compassionless little fuckers it's utterly unbearable

[tenrose]

Finished Deadhouse Gates and I'm proud to announce that I still don't understand how the Warrens work.

[lithi]

Was trying to like. Imagine how a step-mother Penelope/step-daughter Athanasia AU would work. Claude would either never know about Penelope’s affair (or at least does not suspect about the pregnancy. Somehow) or would be so blinded by grief after Diana’s death that he would just pathetically accept Penelope back.

Obviously she could not pass Jennette as Claude’s so ..?? She would probably huh. Keep her as her forever dirty little secret or eventual pawn to use (maybe she is passed off as countess rosalia’s daughter?).

Her relationship with Athanasia would depend a lot on whether Athy is still reincarnated or not but I guess Penelope would either roll with Claude’s mistreatment of her (and probably have him disinherit her because she is, after all, his low-born bastard) or play the kind step-mother for politics (and the rest would also depend on whether or not they do have children together later on. maybe Anastasius using her as his black magic baby machine fucked her body up). Just imagine. The drama

Anyways this is what inspired the brainworms lol

[scentedinksandwhackedseals]

random idea: in the tags, type every letter in alphabetical order, one at a time and put the tags that come up

[frogaroundandfindout]

Dick holds a meeting about the titans performance against the Hive. Kory argues that he’s reprimanding them like military but doesn’t want her to act like a soldier. Dick says she had no right to kill Adeline and Kory says they don’t know what it’s like to suffer like she has.

Garth mentions getting back to his wife and dick makes a dig about marriages of convenience. Kory throws a starbolt at dick for it, but he dodges.

Victor compares their behavior to Gar and Terra’s back in the day and Gar gets upset and says it’s like he doesn’t even know Vic anymore. Victor quits the titans but dick says he can’t because he made a deal with the JLA to keep Vic out of STAR labs by having the titans watch over him. Vic grabs dick by the neck until flash and Donna hold him back. Dick explains this was major reason for him starting the titans again and Vic walks away with a final dig aimed at dick starting the titans so they could stop him from becoming like Bruce.

Flash tries to leave and dick orders jesse to stop him. Dick tells him that they all have questions about him and that he doesn’t need to come back from the JLA meeting.

Dick asks the rest of the titans if they can afford to commit to the team and they all leave citing various excuses. Dick is left alone with the jr members argent, damage, and Jesse.

Titans #13

[octopanko]

guys is it possible to like a media that is controversial in some aspects and like. have media literacy and not ignore the bad parts but consume media critically while also not directly supporting the creators bc you very legally watch it on very legal websites instead and also not like the parts that are bad so you make your own like interpretations of those parts that make them not bad or just not interact with those parts entirely or am I just crazy and stupid and selfish

worded very badly cuz I’m half asleep and anxious

[giogio]

has anyone here seen richard siken’s current twitter antics