#based on true events

[piliiiiconfusionf]

THIS IS A PERFECT METAPHOR.. YEAH. THAT'S EXACTLY IT. DIGGING MAKES GREAT EXERCISE. ‼️‼️🔥

"it's not that deep" not yet but I've got a shovel and fan theories and digging makes great exercise!

[soangelbaby]

˗ˏˋ now introducing . . . incel!rafe ˎˊ˗

daddy’s money superiority complex a full time red-flag

he’s not just heartbroken he’s hateful he’s misogynistic .ᐟ

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . watches porn religiously. claiming he hates it, claiming all the girls in them are ‘fake whores’ and ‘that’s what they deserve’ — and it never fully satisfies him. but still he does it again. and again. and again. it’s his twisted therapy. and he never finishes to the regular stuff — only to scenarios where the girl is being degraded, begging, crying. he searches for girls who look like you, a little too pretty and too soft, getting the worse shit done to them. sick nasty videos that would get him put on a list, like ‘girl crying during sex’ ‘forced orgasm compilations’ or ‘blackmail porn’ he knows it’s wrong, but it’s never enough to stop.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has an obsession with purity. it’s dark and dangerous, he sees women who experience any type of sexual freedom as ‘threats’ if they dont fit into his narrow view of what a woman should be. he’s disgusted by them for not catering to his desires or for having autonomy over their own bodies. he wants women who are innocent, untouched, and under his control — his way of proving he’s the one in charge. but the hypocrisy is glaring. while he condemns women for their sexuality, he’s consumed by fantasies of dominating, ruining, breaking them down, and making them submit to his twisted will.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has no sympathy for women. when he “loves” a woman, he might tell her that no one else will ever love her like he does—playing the long-suffering martyr, claiming that he’s the only one who truly understands her. but the love he offers is never pure. he’ll constantly tear her down, calling her worthless, stupid, or fat, all while claiming it’s for her own good. if she gets upset, he’ll accuse her of being “too sensitive” or “overreacting,” further alienating her. if a woman cries, gets upset, or expresses hurt, he finds it pathetic. he might mock her, call her weak, and tell her she’s just “looking for attention” when she’s truly in distress. his inability to comprehend or care about a woman’s emotional well-being only deepens his hatred for them.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . uses sex as power. he doesn’t believe in mutual consent, he believes in ownership and if he wants something he takes it. he might try to guilt or manipulate a woman into sex, telling her that if she “really loved him,” she’d give in. if she says no, he twists it into a game of control, making her feel like she’s the one in the wrong for denying him. his need to dominate extends to every interaction, including sex, where he treats it like a conquest, not an intimate exchange.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has a fragile ego. when a woman shows she doesn’t need him, it triggers something deep inside him. he can’t stand it. he feels entitled to every woman’s attention, and when that attention isn’t directed at him, it makes him feel worthless. he’ll hide it behind a mask of false confidence, but internally, he’s seething. it’s like a personal affront to his existence, and he can’t stand it. instead, he’ll find ways to undermine her; through force, threats, or sabotage, even make her doubt herself, or try to control her until she becomes dependent on him.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . craves humiliation. there’s a deeply destructive side to him, when he’s alone — he watches porn that makes him feel sick and helpless. it’s the only time he can let go of his need for control and let the chaos wash over him. but it’s also a form of self-punishment. he knows he’s toxic, and part of him wants to be punished for it. he’s caught between wanting to control and wanting to be controlled, and he’s too deep in the spiral to break free.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . knows he’s a monster. part of him, the deepest part, has moments of clarity. when the high from his toxic behavior fades, he’s left with the aftermath—his reflection staring back at him, judging him. there are flashes of guilt, self-awareness, where he recognizes that what he’s doing is wrong. but instead of taking responsibility, he doubles down, justifying his actions, telling himself he can’t help it. he’s too far gone to fix himself, and that thought terrifies him.

[aae-tuu]

Gojo Satoru being the most annoying out of pocket boyfriend with zero boundaries is something I live for

Imagine you’re eating a pastry

and you bite off a piece and he sees you eating and comes over to you. once he’s near you he opens his mouth and you’re thinking to yourself

‘Maybe he wants me to feed it to him…’

like a normal person

except Gojo isn’t normal

“Do you want a piece?” You ask him as you chew your pastry.

he nods and with the most serious look on his face, he says the next sentence

“I want the piece that’s in your mouth.”

you pause as you slowly turn to look at him.

“huh?”

“I want you to bird feed it to me”

“.… what.”

[wickcipher]

He knows what he said.

[rev0lverluvr]

[valyrfia]

any reporter: so max if you’re not able to win who would you want to wi-

max: CHARLES! CHARLES! I WANT CHARLES TO WIN! I WANT TO HEAR THE ITALIAN ANTHEM! IL PREDESTINATO VINCE! CHARLES WILL BE THE NEXT WDC! CHARLES WILL WIN! FORZA FERRARI! SEMPRE!

[gundamthey17]

Thinking about Charles "constantly considering everyone else's feelings" Rowland and Edwin "has never had his feelings prioritized ever" Payne

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May 1991. A library in London.

Edwin slammed his notebook down onto the table, making Charles jump.

"What is it?"

"If I have to endure that noise for much longer, I am going to go mad."

"Er… What noise, mate?"

"Don't tell me you cannot hear it," Edwin replied, going a tinge wide-eyed at the thought.

They sat in silence for a moment. Charles strained his ears. He could just make out a soft, electric hum. "That buzzing?"

"Yes!"

Charles grimaced sympathetically. "Think it's the lights, mate. The fluorescents do that. I didn't even notice 'til you said something."

"You're joking. It is maddening!"

"Guess I'm just used to it." Noticing how Edwin's shoulders had been creeping upward by degrees over the course of their conversation, Charles stood and swept the books off the table into his new backpack.

"What are you doing?" Edwin frowned.

"You said you're about to go mad, yeah? So let's go somewhere else. No reason we have to stay here, is there," Charles said with a shrug and an easy smile.

A tiny bit of tension eased out of Edwin's body. He adjusted his jacket in that proper way of his. "Well, if it isn't bothering you -"

"But it's bothering you. So let's go."

Edwin opened his mouth, then closed it again. Nodding to himself, he gathered his notebook and pen and stood up. "Very well," he said primly.

Charles grinned and slung an arm over Edwin's shoulders as they walked outside. "Love it when you talk all posh like that," he said.

Edwin shrugged out of his grasp, but Charles saw the corners of his mouth turn upwards. They walked in silence for a moment, until Edwin cleared his throat. "Thank you," he said simply.

It was Charles' turn to frown. "For what?"

"Taking my feelings into account, I guess," Edwin replied after a moment. "We didn't have to leave."

"Don't be ridiculous! Not that hard to just go somewhere else, is it?"

"It is an inconvenience."

"Pfft, barely," Charles scoffed. "Be a lot more inconvenient if those lights drove you mental, wouldn't it?"

Edwin stopped abruptly. Charles turned to face him. Edwin was pressing his fists together, which Charles recognized as a sign that he was upset about something. Even more alarmingly, his eyes were brimming with tears. He sniffed and blinked rapidly, refusing to look at Charles.

"Mate, talk to me. What's wrong? Did I say something?"

"No, it's nothing. I -" His voice caught. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I am unaccustomed to… People do not usually… care about my discomfort."

"How d'you mean?"

"In general." Edwin waved his hand. "There were things - back when I was alive - that used to bother me. Sounds, smells. Lights, sometimes. People always became cross if I brought it up. The governess, teachers -"

"Even your parents?"

"Especially my parents. I didn't dare say anything to them. Children were supposed to be seen and not heard." A note of bitterness had crept into his voice.

Charles scowled, suddenly feeling irrationally angry. If the people who'd treated Edwin that way weren't already long dead, he'd have had some choice words for them. Maybe more than that. "Well that's bollocks," he said. It came out harsher than he'd intended, but Edwin didn't flinch. He merely looked at Charles curiously. "From now on, if something's bothering you, you tell me and I'll sort it. 'kay?" He put his hands on Edwin's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "You're not an inconvenience, Edwin. Not to me. You got that?"

Edwin took a shaky breath and nodded. He swallowed. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Charles smiled, then turned and continued walking, watching out of the corner of his eye to make sure Edwin had started moving too. "So, where to? There's gotta be someplace in this city where we can look at a bunch of dusty old books without obnoxious lights buzzing everywhere."

[marvelmaniac715]

How I think the Dugga Doo pitch went down (based on a comment I read which said that Murray Gold wrote it on his own without prompting and it wasn’t in the script):

Murray Gold: Hi, Russell, listen, it’s so great that you’re doing another episode devoted to music. So glad I could contribute some songs.

Russell T Davies: Well thank you, it’s a pleasure to have you on board for this, you’ve written some great tracks for Doctor Who over the years, always so thought-provoking and moving.

Murray Gold: Thanks… so anyway, I’ve written another song. It’s three minutes long, it’s a bit like that one song from the Muppets sung by the pink hoover things with eyelashes.

Russell T Davies: …I’m not sure if we’ll have time for that-

Murray Gold: It’s called Dugga Doo.

Russell T Davies: It’s called what? Anyway, like I said, I’m terribly sorry but-

Murray Gold: *Heavy breathing* DUGGA. DOO.

Russell T Davies: …Right, you know what? Okay, we’ll put it in the episode, it can be in the background of a character’s mental breakdown, it seems quite fitting for how I feel right now.

Murray Gold: *Happy Dugga Doo noises*

[ahfrickenfrick]

Duke: and then i realized he’s an asshole, and not like how we say jason is an asshole, like a well and true asshole

Jason: …thank you?

[2hoothoots]

bad influence

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “I can assure you, we are just friends.”

definitely not something that’s a little more than friends 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts

While Person A is chatting with their friends, Person B sidles up to A and subtly trails a finger up their spine (does A stutter? go completely silent at the electricity going through their body? start to get red but manage to keep their composure? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS)

B begs A to not leave any marks because they just can’t let this secret get out

For that beach episode: A takes off their shirt, exposing scratch marks from a recent session… B hides a sly grin as A is questioned about who they’re with

A is very physically affectionate in general, but has fallen into the habit of only bothering B in public with it

^ A wants to interact with B in many ways and just ends up biting their arm jokingly to satiate that desire (yes, their friends think this is weird)

B needs to be held accountable for finishing their work, so A comes over to hang out… they do not get work done for a while

At a party, B can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when they spot A flirting with someone

A’s childhood friend is in town and A is super excited to have them meet B (B is quietly panicking over making a good impression and wondering what A has said about them)

A and B are in the same anatomy class and they spend a lot of time studying together (A is most certainly a hands-on learner hehehehe)

“Is that B’s shirt?” “What? Oh, uh, yes… My shirt got dirty the last time I was over there so they’re washing mine for me.”

“Is that A’s shirt?” “Yes. What about it?” “…Does A know you have their shirt?” “Nope!”

They really only planned on the midnight rendezvous, not falling asleep afterwards, so A and B go get morning coffee together (they are both very grumpy but still enjoying each other’s company)

Inside jokes during sexy times bleed into their normal banter, leading to some questionable looks from their friends

A gets a little drunk and B expects them to slip up and expose their true relationship, but instead A is very wholesome and remains steadfast on their boundaries; B is so proud of them for this

B is desperately trying to get something off their mind, so A offers a distraction for the night… it’s Mario Kart and whoever loses owes the other a favor

Any of their plans to go out have to include wiggle room in case they get preoccupied (soon it’s not just B that’s always late to events)

While their friends are occupied in another room, A and B intertwine their bodies and try to stay quiet—key word here is TRY

“I bet A would really like [insert kink here]…” “Nah, they’re not really into that.” “How the fuck do you know that?”

All their friends take the BDSM test as a joke and A and B secretly take notes on what the other person likes/dislikes to make the benefits side better

If given the choice, A will always pick the seat next to B so they can tease them under the table

During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)

Whenever B cracks yet another terrible joke, A has to refrain from kissing it off their face

A and B take a break from the benefits whenever one of them wants to pursue someone else (your characters can have healthy boundaries and communication!!! I am BEGGING y’all to write characters that actually communicate with each other)

[miss-star-dust]

In the first few months after Harry was born, the Potters were extremely tired, and this situation occured:

Regulus: *leaving the bathroom looking confused* why is there a full toilet roll on top of the bin, and why is it wet??

James: *looks slightly embarrassed* I blew my nose earlier...

Regulus: *looking even more confused* and how does that link to my question??

James: well, you see, instead of throwing the used tissue into the toilet... I kind of.. urm

Regulus: *stifling laughter* you threw the full toilet roll into the toilet?

James: *sighs* yes.. I put the used tissue on top of the tank and threw the roll into the toilet

Regulus: *shoulders shaking with silent laughter*

James: I'm tired okay! *throwing his arms up in defeat*

[soangelbaby]

When incel rafe finally gets to fuck reader (whether that be consensual or not) is he going slow and “sweet” because he sees her as innocent and not wanting to degrade her like other women who are “sluts” (his words). Or does his porn rotted brain make him have to be rough with her in order for him to stay hard and to finish?

hmm good question…

he ‘tries’ to go slow. at least, that’s the story he tells himself and pretends to her. he says he wants their first time to be “special” but not like the movies or the sweet fantasies she’s clinging to. no, it’s special in the way a hunter savors the chase, in the way a man marking his territory carves his name deep into the skin. slow, but never gentle.

he learns her body like a map. his map. every inch, every trembling spot, every gasp and shiver, filed away like a secret weapon. he’s rough, because that’s what he’s been taught power works : grip tighter, bite harder, press deeper. porn taught him that’s how you “take control,” and now he’s desperate to prove he’s more than just a frustrated nobody. he pins her wrists with both hands, hard enough to bruise, like he’s claiming not just her body but her will also.

he makes her tell him how she feels. no questions, no gentle asks, he demands it. because he knows she’s too lost in the storm inside her to speak freely, so he takes control of her voice too..

“tell me how it feels baby,” he growls between bruising kisses and biting down on her neck, “don’t fucking hide it.” her voice cracks, her words stumble over themselves, and that’s exactly the kind of vulnerability he’s been starving for. submission that starts inside her head, before his hands even touch her skin.

then the switch flips, fast and brutal. he spinning her over, slamming her down like she’s nothing but his perfect little fucktoy, the way he’s dreamed about in every lonely, bitter night. clothes get torn off — ripped, snatched, his teeth sink into her skin like a starving vampire, leaving marks that say mine without a word. his voice drops low, dangerous, filthy, calling her “his perfect little slut,” reminding her she’s been waiting for this too, even if she didn’t know it. he’s waited, craved, fantasized about this moment, about her. and now she’s finally his.

“mine.” he growls against her skin, voice low and rough, “been fuckin’ begging for this, haven’t you? all those secret thoughts, all that filthy need.. now you’re finally mine to break.”

“you don’t get to say no,” he spits, “you don’t get to stop me. you’re mine to fuck, mine to ruin. stupid little whore, gonna fuck that into you til’ there’s nothing left but my name on your lips.”

“that’s right, you fucking slut,” he growls against her lips, “say it, you’re mine, and you’re never getting away.”

pressed into the mattress like she’s his favorite broken toy, hips lifted and spread. hands gripping her thighs hard, spreading her slick, swollen folds wide open like an offering. his hips slam forward hard, pounding into her with a brutal rhythm that leaves her gasping, moaning, completely fucked out and helpless beneath him. he makes her beg all the time. nasty, dirty, desperate. humiliating words spilling from her like poison, tasting them on her tongue in satisfaction, silencing her with a suffocating kiss that crushes any last bit of pride.

[ragemuffin]

@solarfry did it again! A request for bikini barista Levi for my birthday. Thank you, thank you Solar! ❤️❤️

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Jaune: I'm at the gym at the same time as Weiss. Just by coincidence and I'm trying to ignore her but it's tough. I know why I'm sneaking glances at her. Don't I? Her skin is bright with a light layer of sweat. Her flat stomach is exposed. Her tight yoga pants start on her waist and go so far down her butt, thighs, and calves that it's ruining me.

Jaune: She's going very light on all these machines but her form is exquisite. She's wearing an outfit where I am forced to watch these gorgeous back muscles flex out from her pale skin when she does elegant overhead pull downs.

Jaune: We keep making eye contact - as we move around between machines and sets - in the mirrors that line the entire room, and - and! And even when we both have to turn our heads visibly and uncomfortably.

Jaune: I see how shiny her biceps are with sweat and I want to lick her skin. Give me a taste! If she isn't also checking me out then why have we been making eye contact every other minute for the last hour?! Get out of my soul!

Art by Alex Keller on deviant art

[gr8writingtips]

(goes to open my shopping list but accidentally opens the list of content warnings for my novel) which aisle has the internalised homophobia