#blatent lies

[kalihestia]

totally normal about them?

Ahhh! Love it.

Yes, I am super totally normal about them

[tboyquackity]

can i just be honest and brave and break my silence and say i think lwk cconnor is a huge loser and the way ppl talk abt him just put me off so badddddd wht a nail in the coffin. can someone come get their nothingburger he's ruining my floorboard

[grimbeak]

was it just me or was cecil more kevinphobic than usual this episode

[edgybutnotveryedgy]

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[stargazingpsychotic]

I don't understand why no one listens to me about my parents lying about me. They end up listening to them over me. I'm never getting out of here.

[huneyaoex]

The amount of hate I see around Yukio that center around this idea of him being selfish and conceited and like? Where? Where are you seeing that. Are we literacing the same media because a few things:

Big initial thing: much of our POV from the first half is RIN's. Reminder: Rin is not the smartest tool in the shed. He tackles things in the moment and takes them at face value. He's stubborn and headstrong and even canonically misinterprets what Yukio is struggling with. He is unreliable as a narrator--AND SO IS YUKIO: a character who blatently lies and covers up his own feelings.

Rin often, not to flagrantly use this word, but often accidentally triggers Yukio because he is ignorant to who Yukio has become and what Yukio is afraid of. Yukio's anger comes from a host of thing, but much of it (towards Rin) is due to Rin pushing buttons that hit traumas and stressors he doesn't know Yukio has.

Yukio's primary drives are motivated through fear. It is fear of never becoming strong--always have and always will be that weak, fearful crybaby he was as a child AND losing Rin.

People act like he hates his brother and truly wants him to die--and, like, we know Yukio's a liar, right? Yukio literally actively lies and tests his brother at Mephisto's instruction VERY often throughout the series. People misinterpret the beginning of the series when Yukio tells Rin to "...then just do everyone a favor and kill yourself!" as him. Geniunely meaning that. When he immediately elaborates that as being something Rin WILL hear from others. It wasn't his thoughts, it was him testing Rin's ability to respond to such scathing and painful thoughts against him.

His fear of losing Rin is mainly manifested through fear that Rin will succumb to his demon half. After all, why wouldnt he fear that? From the moment he learned his origins he was taught Rin was a ticking bomb--and once that bomb goes off? No more Rin. No more brother. Only danger and bloodshed. This is where a LOT of his anger stems from when Rin utilizes his power. He states it plainly in the impure arc: the more powerful Rin becomes, the more possibility his powers could be a danger to people. Then, what does Yukio immediately follow that up with? "I swore to Father Fujimoto that I would protect you no matter what!" It was the tiniest bit of truth sneaking through.

Yukio is self-centered, but not in a pompous way, in self loathing. He doesn't see himself above others--he often actually envies others kindness (Shiemi) and their strengths and bonds. He believes he'll never catch up to Rin--and is terrified Rin will leave him behind. You can even see the slightest bit of comfort he gets when Rin repeatedly reveals his "Exorcist Brothers!" plan.

This is the biggest one ok this is fucking the hugest one: Yukio's primary duty is to protect Rin--

he is essentially, to most other characters, a replacement for Father Fujimoto.

He is not his own person--not by others who view him as Rin's guard, not by himself who only sees himself through the lens of Rin: a weaker, inferior person. The ONLY person who even kinda sees Yukio for who he is pre-blue eyes is Shura.

But, yeah, this consistsntly sends me. Yukio is an asshole and hurts many people throughout the series, but it's clear people don't get the motivations behind it. I geniunely believe most Yukio hate comes from a lack of media literacy sorry not sorry.

Just say you cant deal with complex depictions of childhood trauma and depression that arent blatantly trauma results in victim or trauma results in perpetrator. God forbid.

You can hate him but at least hate more than that surface level shit that aint even true.

[raainberry]

Cross The Line (Prologue)

« Doing something outside the bounds of acceptable behavior. »

Mina x gn!reader

synopsis - being a regular at urgent care raises suspicions but apparently also temperatures which results in the blurring of a few lines

wordcount - 1.5K

T/W - mentions of diverse injuries, stitches, and the hospital obviously. resident!mina, patient!reader angst but also fluff that’s not really fluff bc its just angst disguised as fluff. yearning if you will.

A/N - i made my research after writing🧍‍♀️girlie is NOT supposed to be alone with the patient but oh well. we’re here for the plot. happy mina day to all who celebrate!!

Mina’s movements were calculated. Precise, and accurate. She never let any room for the unexpected. It was too dangerous.

Her attention was consumed by the monitors, checking and writing down any anomalies she deemed important enough ahead of your transfer to a surgical unit. You’d come in with an open wound on your cheekbone, and pain in your arm which she quickly found out was a fracture in need of surgery.

She was known to be effective, eyes sharp and catching any detail that dared try and escape her. Like how your heartrate slightly increased on the monitor when she came in earlier, or the way you looked at her whenever you landed in the building.

She tried to ignore the familiar sense of déjà-vu washing over her, but her questions kept increasing in number. She never knew the reason behind your visits, but the nature of your injuries gave her a few clues. A broken nose, scratches, cuts and open wounds, hematomas… Five visits in the past two years, an unusual average, enough to leave an imprint on any Resident.

Something about you was odd. It pulled at a curiosity she’d vowed to ignore unless in name of the patient’s wellbeing, and you were especially good at tempting her.

For whatever reason, she was the one assigned to your case for every one of your visits. A twist of fate maybe. She’d call it incredible bad luck if she hadn’t grown that damn soft spot.

As frustrating as tending to you could be, the hours it took to do so allowed her to get a glimpse of the person behind the entire Unit’s favorite gossip column. Though that glimpse remained very surface leveled.

You were incredibly hard to read through your blatent lies, and it scared her. It made her see through herself more than she probably ever could you.

In short, she was attracted to you.

“What are you thinking about?” Your voice was soft despite the slight rasp in your throat. It almost made her forget about her surroundings.

“Nothing.” She cleared her throat, tearing her eyes away from your figure as fast as she’d found it.

You chuckled, your mind a little fuzzy from the local anesthesia. “Come on, we’re past that.”

Her fingers halted their motion against the clipboard in her hands, something you barely noticed but still had the strength to smirk at. It wasn’t hard getting a reaction from her, but it was hard to catch it.

You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as the effects of the anesthesia lingered. That was something you usually kept to yourself, and Mina’s attention didn’t fail to catch that detail either.

"You know, it’s getting hard to believe you're not getting hurt on purpose." She sighed, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

"I would never break a bone on purpose.” You mumbled, wincing slightly as you adjusted yourself on the examination table. “Hurts like hell…"

"Thought you'd be a little tougher," Mina remarked in a tone that pushed your eyes open.

It was colder than you were used to. Icy and slippery.

"Yeah, well… we all have our limits, Mina." You replied quietly.

"It's still Dr. Myoui to you.”

You nodded, pursing your lips apologetically. The words would have pulled a laugh out of you if they’d ever come out of anyone else’s chest, but you knew better around her.

"What happened this time?" She asked, and the question surprised you. A glance at her eyes, now on you only out of respect, and you found out it wasn’t her own will.

Don’t be difficult, they begged. So you played along.

"Fell off a skateboard," You responded with as casual of a demeanor as you could.

She stared at you in silence, leaving you a few custom seconds to see if you'd tell her the truth this time. Instead, you offered her your best smile, and she had to hold her own back. "Do you even have a skateboard?"

"Do you need that information to treat me?"

"Just wondering."

"You seem to do that a lot…" You trailed off, leaving the words hanging in the air.

Mina left that as the last of them to be spoken for a long while, turning her focus onto some more medical nonsense you could never decipher to save your life.

Maybe that’s why your eyes always landed on her.

She could feel them, following her every move around the room, and it was hard not to meet them.

A silence you were used to settled, the quiet hum of the room fading into the tension hanging in the air.

You feigned interest in your hospital bracelet to escape it, but the sight of your own name made you look away from it. The blank ceiling was enough to distract you, but only for a moment.

Not staring at her was an effort you struggled to make even with a sound mind. The first time you’d seen her, it took you a full minute to blink. It had pulled a smile out of her, and the words she used to point it out echoed in a blurry memory.

How safe you felt in her hands that night, you sought the feeling ever since. In vain.

Your gaze bore into her, merciless against the composure she desperately tried to hold on to. Each of your visits tested it in a way she had yet to see. To feel. She would resent you if she doubted your intentions. If she doubted her own.

"How long until it's not anymore?" Your voice broke the silence, startling Mina into meeting your eyes again.

This anesthesia seemed to guide you into an uncharted territory, where the boundaries of her professionalism blurred, seeping through her fingers with your every word.

She seemed lost in the place your words had suddenly lured her into, so you offered some guidance.

"How long until I can call you Mina?"

The question lingered in the air, pulling at the veil you’d draped over your desires.

It seemed you were close to baring them, Mina exposing a glimpse with a soft bite on her bottom lip.

You’d sculpted a fragile bridge. Cracked and vulnerable to the slightest movement. You enjoyed dancing around it, but one wrong step and it all comes crumbling down.

Mina hesitated, eyes avoidant and voice soft as she stepped forward. "Maybe once you don't get hurt anymore," she murmured.

This wasn’t the first dance she invited you to. It was rare, you weren’t used to it, but you’d rehearsed enough to guide yourselves through it.

“You know, I'd love to see you somewhere else. Outside these walls, preferably," You confessed in a whisper, wary of the thin curtains separating you from the bustling building.

Those almost slipped her mind. You could tell by the silence that followed.

She put her clipboard on a free space of the table, far enough away to keep it from becoming an obstacle. Her hands reached for your injured cheekbone, carefully examining the cut she’d stitched moments ago.

A breath caught in your throat at the touch and attention, long enough to bring a few changes to the data displayed on the screen not too far from you. A change she didn’t fail to notice yet again as she went to retrieve her notes.

A quiet laugh escaped her lips, catching you off guard. You could only watch her write down whatever conclusions she’d pulled out of her observations, waiting to see if it was safe to carry on.

“Do you feel any pain?” She asked.

“Uhm...” You hummed, focusing in order to identify any pain other than the one in your heart. “Slightly. Now that you mention it.”

Mina nodded and carried on with a bunch of questions about your well-being. You answered all of them honestly, words leaving your mouth without much thought.

“Do you feel lightheaded? Any dizziness?”

“No.”

“Are you feeling thirsty, or hungry?”

“A little thirsty.”

“Can you tell me your name and where you are right now?”

“My name is Y/n, and I’m in… at the urgent care.”

"Where would you like to see me?"

Her voice had dropped a couple decibels on that one. It took a few more seconds for you to sink it in and match an answer.

"Somewhere a little more… colorful?”

Wait…

Your eyes left the spot they’d blankly focused on on the floor to find hers still ignoring you.

“I mean… I don't know, I didn't think that far," you admitted, complying to her silent wishes.

Mina let a smile slip, a rare sight that let you peek at the depth of her feelings, and her thoughts allowed her to fantasize about the world outside. The one she could share with you. "That would be nice," she admitted softly.

Your smile mirrored her own, "So… Is that a yes?" you probed, and she chuckled, ignoring your question once more as she wrapped up her duties.

Just then, a couple nurses stepped into the room, asking Mina to take you away for the transfer you were long past due for.

Your arm was in a far worse state than your face. Or your heart.

"See you in three months, Y/n.”

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part.2

[max-the-many]

It took quite a while to get some samples, mostly cause I definately didn't wanna waste this opportunity.

The flood of emotions, of insight, of trust was just breathtaking, literally, when I touched this heap of slime that turned out to be three, touched out of an indiscribable urge the moment I saw it.

I cant discribe it, but I just knew at that moment what needed to be done, and I wanted it desperately.

So I went to town, looked around until I found the first one, sitting in a cafe. Without much of a thought I blatently crashed into him in a fake stumble, grabbing his head, lucky enough find a single hair in my hand after appologysing heavily.

The swcond one was a bit harder. After crashing into him inmidst the walkway I wasn't so lucky. So I followed. Hours. He was just too perfect!

Finally he entered a store. And as he went for the booths to try some clothes I took a chance, buying a wool one after he put it away, hoping to have some of him in there.

The third one though took a while to find. As I wanted him to match as good as the first two would. So I walked around the cuty, seeing men after man. Nobody was good enpugh. I wanted this to be perfect! The thought of having them was just too good! Although I didn't really know what would happen exactly.

Then, when I saw him behind the counter of a hardware store it felt almost like a dream. It had to be him! Almost comically dressed in a red and black plaid shirt he smiled at me as I entered the store.

"How can I help you?" he said and I craved to just ask for some of his louvious hair, peaking out between the top of his shirt.

In desperation I had an idea. So I thanked him, looking around by myself, preparing for my plan before I asked about some random tool, trying to get him out.

He smelled so good when I stood besodes him infront of the display! And then, when he reached out to grab the tool I asked for I did the same, faking to touch the hairy back of his hand by accident.

"Oh shit, what..." he stated when the sticky underside of my hand pulled on his hand.

"Urh... damn I thought I got rid of it! Sorry, but I already washed my hand a thousand times!" I lied before finding an excuse to leave. Of cause it was glue that I smeared on there exactly to get what I saw in my palm, smiling widely. The final sample to return to those... whatever they were...

[mikustan27]

persona 4 is a good a good game but it’s even better when you can understand how centered it is on TV. now a days, TV is such a dead medium and im pretty sure thats why some personafans mark it as having the worst story, when it doesn’t ! it just has a story that doesn’t hold up in the modern day. you have to think about how reliant we used to be on tv when persona 4 originally came out. a big celebrity announcement ? TV or magazine ! breaking news ? TV or news paper ! wanna buy somethign but not imperson ? TV !!!!!!! its all television !

((persona 4 rambles under cut !!!!!

each arc is based off one or more tv trope (yukiko - gameshow/childrens media, kanji - gay stereotypes, rise - soft core corn, ect ect) !!!! and what makes kubo such a great plot point is how his dungeon is so out of place from the rest. instead of being based off tv, his is based off older video games ! it’s an immediate telling that something’s different ! its not TV !!!!

teddie is the most blatent television archetype, being both a classic mascot and the flirtatious dream boy seen mostly in anime (see tamaki suoh from ouran high school host club and pre-mob teru from mob psycho 100) (i didn’t understand this during my first playthrough and thought it was random as shit that there was a twink inside the bearsuit) ughhrhrhhhhhrhrhhrhh i love teddie

so much of personal 4 is based on TV, and this js where the other major theme of persona 4 comes in. reaching out to the truth !!! as stated before, we used to be so much more reliant on tv, and its easy to take whats said on tv as truth when so many lies and rumors are spread through the medium. kids beleived the midnight channel showed their soulmates, when that is a lie !!!!! all of the red herrings in p4 r important to the theme !!!! do u see !!!!!

this is why i hope a persona 4 remake does not happen. no ones gonna get it if we dont watch tv man . i think at its core persona 4 is abt media literacy (thats a point idk where else 2 put sorrgy) maybe none of this made sense…, i just NEEDED to get my thoughts out man it was killing me

pls keep in mind that i am fairly young and tv wasnt a big part of my life for much of the time i canremeber !!!!!! it could be fairly obvious to older folks but not me ,,

[superchat]

really cool to see completely made up allegations against a trans content creator and everyone eating it up

"protecting the community" is when someone tries to explain that they werent groomed and its blatent lies and everyone refuses to listen and insists that they know better, actually the person was groomed! the hypocrisy is kind of sick

not even getting into how these bluechecks are referring to ava.

[mickimoo1409]

It's Complicated 

Chapter 15 - Adrenaline

Pairing - Chris Evans x Female Reader 

Summary - Y/N Downey-Junior is the younger sister of Robert Downey-Junior. Due to their large age gap they spent most of her childhood apart and Y/N ended up moving to London for her entire adult life before finally moving back to LA in her mid twenties. Robert offers her the job of a lifetime working as his assistant PA while he films the newest avengers movie in an attempt to help her out and spend more time with her. His only rule - don't date any of his costars. A rule that seemed simple enough to follow, until she met Chris Evans and her world turned upside down. 

Full Series Masterlist Here (28 Chapters)

Word count - 1729

Warnings - 18+ only! Enter at your own risk. Talks of adult themes in all chapters. 

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A couple of days past by quickly, Chris and I's schedules clashed and we were lucky to even have a few minutes alone. By the time I arrived home both nights, he was fast asleep and I didn't want to disturb him, so I slept in my own bed. He made sure to come in to say hello in the morning, giving me soft kisses before heading out early. Whilst at work we were trying to act as normally as possible. Although there were a couple of small instances were we made out in his trailer in the small 5 minute gaps we could find.

Today was another one of those days. Chris woke me gently at around 5am and gave a kiss before saying goodbye and heading out, leaving me in my bed. I woke fully at around 8, making my way out of the house by 8.30 and arriving at the set by 9pm where I got to work straight away. Mira and I barely had a minute to breath that morning with Roberts hectic schedule.

We got a small break at around 2pm while Robert was filming a scene with Chris and a few others. Mira and I sat at a table close to the set while nibbling on some sandwiches and drinking smoothies. The actors were all stood talking to the directors during a small break when I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Roy, immediately sending an embarrassed flush to my cheeks as the memories of his birthday resurfaced.

"Hey." He said softly.

"Ummm..hi." I said casually, trying to choke down the anger that was growing at the memory of what he told Chris.

"You disappeared the other night. I thought we were going to have a drink together." He said, staring at me with a smirk.

"Uhh yeah...sorry...family emergency." I shrugged, trying to turn my attention back to my food when he spoke again.

"So I was thinking maybe we could go for that date tomorrow night, if you're free?" Roy asked, looking hopeful and biting down on his lip with his hands in his pockets.

I was getting so worked up, I don't even know why. It never bothered me before when men used me for sex, so why was this bothering me so much. Maybe it was that he was blatently lying about his intentions.

"Sorry...I'm busy." I said, trying my best to seem friendly when I was seething inside.

"Really? What about another night then?" He continued.

"Sorry. I'm not sure when I'm free next." I said, desperately trying to avoid the awkward eye contact. I glanced over towards the set where Chris was watching the exchange intently.

"Has something changed? I thought you were interested. You seemed keen the other night?" He asked.

It was too late, my anger was boiling over.

"Yeah, a done deal right?" I scoffed, bringing my gaze to glare at him.

"What?" He asked, turning a deep shade of crimson.

"Oh I heard you." I lied, not wanting to cause Chris any grief. "I'm a done deal. You're sure I'll be going home with you. That was about the jist of it right? Or am I missing something else?" I said angrily.

"Is everything okay over here?" Said Robert as he had approached the table with Chris, obviously overhearing me as I had begun talking loudly.

"Everything's fine." I spat, "Roy is just leaving."

Roy started laughing angrily as he shook his head.

"Maybe if you didn't flirt with everyone on set, we'd all stop talking about how much of a slut you are. You don't exactly help yourself love." Roy said sarcastically.

"What did you just say?" Rob said angrily. Chris stayed silent but I noticed his hands ball into fists at his side's.

I held my hand up to Rob, gesturing for him to leave it and I picked up my smoothie from the table and removed the lid, turning around to quickly tip it over Roy's head as a small amount of chuckling broke out behind me.

"Maybe you should go home and shower LOVE. The only done deal here is that you'll be going home ALONE. Don't fucking speak to me again." I said, picking myself up from the seat and storming off out of the set.

My heart was pounding and my breathing was heavy as I stomped angrily towards Roberts village of trailers. I stepped inside one, slamming the door quickly behind me and slumped down onto the couch, placing my head in my hands and screaming into them angrily in an attempt to release the adrenaline and calm myself down.

A few minutes later the trailer door opened, Chris stepped inside looking around anxiously until he spotted me and his facial expression softened. He closed the door behind him, locking it, giving us a few minutes alone.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked softly as he knelt in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just pissed off." I smiled, taking a deep breath as I slipped my hands on top of his. 

"Anything I can do to help?" He asked, making a large devious smirk creep across my face.

I stuck my tongue between my teeth and wiggled my eyebrows at him, causing him to chuckle lightly as he came up to speed with my filthy mind. 

"We're at work." He said sternly. 

"So?" I teased, closing the gap between our faces so our lips were ghosting over each other.

"I'm not sure you'll be able to be quiet." He said in a low sexy voice.

"It's not me who will need to be quiet." I whispered and I pushed our lips together before he had a chance to reply. He parted his lips for me, allowing us to tangle our tongues together as we kissed hungrily. 

I placed my hands on his face and slowly stood up, dragging him with me so he came back to a stand and I moved my hands to his trousers, quickly releasing the button and tugging his trousers down. It was a good job his scene was in regular clothes, getting that Captain America costume off would have been a nightmare. Once his trousers had slipped to his ankles, I slipped my mouth down to the sweet spot on his neck and began nipping and sucking at his skin, feeling his length harden as I palmed him through his underwear. 

"Fuck." He groaned quietly as he tipped his head back and gripped onto my hips tightly. 

I dropped to my knees, clutching at his boxers and freeing his dick before my eyes. Holy shit his size shocked me. Until now I'd only felt it through his clothes, seeing it was something else entirely. I licked my lips as I gripped his shaft firmly and began pumping him as I watched his face contort with pleasure. He bit down on his own lip to stifle the moans as he hands made their way into my hair. 

Without any further hesitation, I ran my tongue over the length of his cock, teasing the tip before pushing my mouth over as much of him as possible. I began bobbing up and down as his hips bucked. What I couldn't fit in my mouth, I pleasured with my hand, working my mouth and hand together at a steady pace.

I hollowed my cheeks, pushing down as far as I possibly could as I heard him breath heavily and groan quietly above me. Every noise, every twitch, only spurred me on further. 

His hands gripped even tighter on my hair as I quickened my pace, sucking and twirling my tongue around him as I bobbed frantically. 

"Shit. I can't hold it." He groaned as his hand tugged my hair tightly, letting me know I should pull off, but I didn't want too. I wanted to feel him release, to feel what I could do to his body. I pushed myself firmly back in place and began moving quickly once more, bringing my hands to clutch the back of his legs to steady myself.

After a few more pumps and bobs, he growled and his legs dipped as he shot his salty seed deep into my mouth, coating my throat with his orgasm. I released his cock with a pop, swallowing deeply so nothing was wasted. 

I stood up, wiping the corner of my mouth with my thumb as I smirked at him. He stood, gazing into my eyes as he panted and pulled his clothes back on. 

"Did that help?" He panted as he did up his button.

"It certainly did." I smirked.

He shook his head, smiling widely and slipped his hands into my hair, pulling me in to connect our mouths once more. 

"Y/N!" Shouted a voice from outside the trailers that I quickly realised was Rob. 

Chris and I pulled away from the kiss and I quickly flattened my hair before going to the door and opening it. 

"In here." I shouted back and a few moments later Rob stepped into the trailer.

"Are you alright?" Rob asked, pulling me into a hug.

"Yeah I'm fine." I sighed. 

"Are you sure? I swear to god I'm going to get him fired for what he said to you." Robert said angrily as he pulled away.

"No. Don't." I said sternly, "It's fine, I don't want any more drama because of me."

"Fine." He groaned, "But anything else happens you let me know." 

"Of course." I smirked. 

"Thanks for being there for her Chris." Rob said with a smile.

"Anytime." Chris returned with a smile. I had to fight every urge in me not to laugh at the hidden context behind that statement. 

The rest of the day continued as planned, Chris and I didn't get to see each other any more than day unfortunately, but we were due to have some schedule matches and days off soon. After the incident in the trailer, I found myself longing for him more than I had before, my mind constantly occupied with images of his dick, wondering what it would feel like buried inside me. I made the decision then and there. The game was on, Chris didn't know it yet, but we would be having sex sooner than he thought. 

[fruitanddarkness]

17, 35, and 45 for Cumber, Bardock, Gine, Goten, Gogeta, and Mirin

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice about them? 35. What is the smallest morally questionable choice they have made? 45. What is something unimportant/frivolous that they hate passionately?

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17. His eyebrows vs His size (I'd assume?) 35. Engaging children in a fight to teach them how to defend themselves.. but he didn't hold back. 45. Condiments. He's a traditionalist.

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17. His hair vs His Scar 35. Whether or not to be the one to throw the first punch and start a bar fight because he was bored. 45. Makeup; specifically to cover battle scars or imperfectiosn

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17. Her eyelashes vs Her frame 35. Served food that had accidentally been left out overnight 45. When peels/bones aren't saved to make stock after she politely requested them to be saved

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17. His hair vs Him looking like the spitting image of his father 35. Taking an extra cookie when he was told he could only have one 45. Coffee tables. He can never fit under them bc of his hair and they always stub toes.

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17. Their cheekbones vs His Hair 35. Dine and Dashed 45. One size fits all clothing. Blatent lies.

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17. Her eyes vs Her Hair accessories 35. Letting an unchecked grown-ass threat to the entire galaxy and beyond into her village. Or not pulling weeds from the rice fields. 45. When people don't regularly clean or visit grave sites.

[xrystals]

ok so I was mad at Blizzard for a long time, Since they blatently lied to the players about the PVE content and took away my favorite class?? (off-tank) Along with being a shady , toxic , bad company .

So I did NOT play Ow2 for a LONG time , since around Kiriko release.

Lately since I took a year off gaming and rebuilt my PC, my interest in gaming has been renewed! So, long story short, I'm installing OW2 again and decided to not be (as) mad at Blizzard.

I will try my hardest not to throw money at them but,

you know,

...Widowmaker skins.....

[felixisislost]

Suguru Geto Oneshot:

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Warnings? - Spoilers of season 2 of JJK (And the manga of that season), the ending gets a little bit spicy~⚠️

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Summary- As a fellow second year and close friend of Gojo and Geto's, you come back home after a mission to find you have a secret visitor...

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A.N: Hiya~

This was based off a dream I had, granted, I can't remeber the whole dream, so I couldn't make it as good as the dream was... However, I tried. Lmao. That, and the rest of the dream was... Anyway, umm, if you have requests for a charater, depending on who it is, or something, i'd be glad to try give you something good. Also if you want, give a scenario with your suggestion if you have one in mind. I am willing to do most types of fanfiction, though I might be a little reluctant to doing angst, but it's still on the table. Also side note, but I dislike how they animated him in the movie TvT But season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen was such a nice art styleeeee, they really drew him well. Anyway, I appreciate you taking the time to read this, i'll do better next time, and i'm sorry Geto OOC, i've never written him before TvT.

Also, you both arn't togeather in this fanfic, you just have an unspoken love for one another.

Love,

Felixity_

❤️❤️❤️❤️

(～￣▽￣)～

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

P.S: I stopped writing because I got embarressed and doubt anyone would want more of this, lmfao

Oneshot:

(E/C) orbs scrunched up in a mixture of fear and distaste at the sight infront of you.

The blood wasn't what reflected in the mirth of your soul, no, it was the images of how the blood came to stain the stage. Your body wouldn't allow itself to shiver.

As a Jujutsu Sorcerer, you thought you would be prepared for something like this.

You thought you could handle witnessing a sheer, utter carnage.

The way older people talked about their experiences never lived up to the heartless reality.

It... was terrifiying.

There wasn't even words to describe the feeling, witnessing, viewing it all go down, like some kind of sick horror film starring the love of your life.

Bits and pieces of human remains decorated the room, almost as if competeing to see what could be spread out more. Blood, or flesh. The remains danced togeather, the blood giving a innate light in contrast to how it had come to splay out.

Jolting, a hand slid its way onto your shoulder. Giving soft skin a light squeeze, Geto leaned forward, chest pressing against your back as he looked down at you with a smile.

"You doing alright there, (Y/N)?" He asked warmly, looking scarily unbothered by what had gone down. His sleeves drapped over you, almost doubling as a cloak as well as covering him. He felt warm, and his breathing was heavy, yet quick, as if he were... excited.

You only knew what had happened to the laid back sorcerer from tales spun by his partner.

Off on missions of your own, you had been late to hear about the strife caused when everything changed. When he had changed.

Changed.

His whole demeanor, everything about him, it all was so different, yet the still the same.

That made it all the harder to condem him for his actions, because deep down, it was too painful, too hard to see the monster that stood infront of you.

It's like you didn't want to taint the memory of the kind hearted sorcerer.

Human minds were so fickle, overworn with emotion and lies, to the point it felt better to blatently ignore the harsh reality, rather than accept the truth.

The cruel strings of fate pulled us togeather, no matter what treasonous crimes he committed, forcing you to sway and melt at his touch as if he were some imaginary god.

Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, it's like the whole world became dark, silent.

Watery eyes gazed up at Suguru Geto, bottom lip trembling.

Running his fingers through soft (H/C) hair, he offered a soft smile in the hopes of offering what comfort he could. To add to the silence, it only made time slow, all that existed was us.

You still remembered the day you had come back home to find the man infront of you perched upon the window cill of your once locked apartment.

He couldn't resist the temptation of saying good bye to the one person he had truely loved.

This was different, this meant something more to him than just bidding farewell.

Even after his explanation, opening up on his ideals, you still told him you'd come with him.

No.

You didn't agree with his mindset. If anything, it scared you beyond words. But this is what you did for love. You left everything behind, all to stick with him.

The only thing you brought with you were the clothes on your back. That and the desperate hope that one day, perhaps, you could bring him back home.

The real Suguru Geto.

Geto stared back into your eyes with his sleepy looking features almost glowing in this massacre of a hall. The feeling of his fingers winding into your hair almost made you melt in his arms. He was so warm, so very warm and comforting.

For a mass murderer.

"Come on, let's get away from the filth" He whispered softly, delicatly running his fingers down the expanse of your arm, slipping his hand into yours while Hanako and Mimiko skipped ahead of us. His hands were big, and felt rough, a little calloused at the palms. They envelloped your much smaller ones as you walked, his heavily layered clothing brushing against you as you made your way home.

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"(Y/N)," Geto lay on his side, head propped up by an arm. With his free hand, he gestured with a couple fingers, signalling for you to approach. Blinking, you tottered over, sitting down infront of him and crossing your legs. "Sweetheart, I'm glad you came with me."

A light blush spread across you cheeks at his words, sinking in and tugging at your heartstrings.

Sitting up, Geto hunched over, leaning forward and carressing your cheek. Forehead gently coming to rest against your own, your eyes locked uncomfortably, pulse racing.

"Why did you come?" Geto asked, cupping your cheeks as you gazed into eachothers eyes.

"Because..."

You had to think long and hard about the answer, unable to lie or look away from his magnatizing gaze. His long fluffy hair lay over his shoulder, swinging forward and brushing against your colarbone, illicting a shiver.

"......I didn't want to lose you."

He chuckled at the honesty, and yet his sharp eyes saw that it wasn't entirely the whole truth.

"I didn't want to lose you either, even if we don't agree on ideals," Geto looked past the eyes, and he stared your soul in the face, sending tremors through your body as you leaned into his touch. In a way, it pained Geto that you didn't agree. He didn't need to ask you to know that you didn't agree, he could sense it. He always had been gifted in terms of reading people, you in particular. Yet the fact you were still here anyway, and the fact the you knew you wern't strong enough to fight him was almost calming to him.

After all that he had done, you were there.

You.

You alone.

"I love you. You were one thing I didn't want to leave behind, not in a world as cruel and unforgiving as this," The bundled up man continued, carressing your cheek with this thumb, memorising the feeling of the soft plushy skin underneath. He spoke with a warmth, something deep within that made the whole day become lost in your mind as if this very moment, right here, right now, was all that would define him.

Define the man, not the murderer.

Lightly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he shifted his head slowely, cheek pressed against cheek as he lightly whispered in your ear, "I'm glad  we can see past our differences. I would have hated myself if I had to kill off the one part of myself I need."

Eyes widening at his words, Geto lightly placed feather soft kisses along your neck, being impossibly gentle. Clutching onto the fabric of his sleeves, your head tilted back, exposing your throat to him in both a gesture of love and a sign of submission.

In that very moment, you knew.

You knew there was no changing the passionate man back, there was no bringing him back.

There was only going forward, fate sealed by eachother.

"I love you too" The soft breathy words left your mouth as the soft wet muscle of Geto's tongue ran along your throat, up to your jawline.

The words 'I love you' had never been spoken by eaither party before, only spoken in the eyes of your daily lives involving eachother.

For the time you had known eachother, the secret infactuation had only grown more and more, every moment spent togeather being the next best day of your life.

It was almost funny they had finally been spoken, given the circumstances, yet the line between friends or lovers dissapeared as your lips pressed against one another.

The way his hands had met your waist, pulling you closer, and your arms wound around his neck, hands becoming lost in his hair, it was like this was all meant to happen.

Lips hugging, his surprisingly soft lips parted, tongue slipping out to carress your lips.

Shifting about underneath him, you were gently laid down onto your back, clinging to him as the cool floor made impact with your warm skin.

Cradelling you close, a soft gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his hands running up your waist. Seizing the oppertunity, he filled the hot wet cavern of your mouth with his tongue.

Lightly moaning against the sensation of sensative flesh meeting flesh, his tongue brushed against yours, tasteing your whole being, rubbing against the slick of your inner cheeks.

[plumbley-bee]

Watched the first episode and these are the things I liked

.zuko being a blatent avatar fan boy and furiously drawing a picture of aang the moment they meet to put on his little find the avatar wall.

.sokka actually having a good reason as to why he doesn't like it when Katara waterbends because it's dangerous and their mother literally died to protect that secret rather than him just thinking its weird.

.the memory of his former teacher being the thing that calms aang down from his freak out after finding out his whole tribe is dead rather than katara and sokka.

Really really tried going in with an open mind, I wanted to like this show so bad you guys. But these are the only changes so far that I think we're done well. Maybe the next few episodes will be better, but Aang narrating everything he's feeling very quickly after we meet him and also to nobody but appa? Katara and aang not even introducing themselves before she comforts him? Sokka gets mad at aang for "lying" about being the avatar but like in this adaptation they talk like what, once? Before that gets revealed? How could he lie he was unconscious half the time you've been around him! In the original katara literally asks him if he knows anything about the avatar on their way back to the tribe and he actually lies to her, but the live action doesnt even have them interact until after he learns his people are dead. He isn't given time to lie to them! He barely knows them!! Everything being told to us and aang by grangran, fully pulling us out of any immersion you could even try to have because it came out of NOWHERE and fit so horribly like we barely meet grangran before this happens and suddenly she's breaking this really important impactful news? I literally bust out laughing bc it felt so unserious.

I felt us seeing the massacre of the Airbenders was unnecessary, I felt learning about it by watching Aang learn about it was much more heartbreaking and left a bigger emotional impact. But that would've been fine had they given the moment he discovers the remains of the air temple any emotional weight, but after it was all already explained to us with a monolog from a minor character, a lot of that has also unfortunately been taken away from that scene.

oh and aang getting his air glider from zukos ship was fine but that thing literally is supposed to mean so much to him?? Like that's one of the few things he has from his people left and it's not even his now ig???

(Also the sokka immediately going to sacrifice aang felt so out of pocket like you're gonna tell me that the 16 year old boy who has been looking after the kids in his tribe most of his life is going to throw a 12 year old to the wolves because he lied to you even though he really didn't because he was never given time to even lie to you in the first place!!)

I'm also sad aang didn't get to play with the kids, or go penguin sledding with katara, they were silly filler stuff but they were important in their own way too.

"Aang brought us something we hadn't had in a long time, fun."

This has always been the heart of the show for me. learning to live rather than just survive, still enjoying things, and finding hope during even the hardest wars. Aang as the avatar brings the potential for the world to finally know peace again, aang as the last Airbender bring the hope that Airbenders aren't all extinct, but aang as the boy in the iceberg? He brings joy and fun and laughter where he goes. He remembers what good came from the world before all the bad. he runs from his responsibilities and problems because he's a young boy and he's scared and that fear and that "cowardice" brings him so much shame that he just tries to fix other people's problems instead to make up for it and THATS THE AANG THAT IS SUCH A GOOD MAIN CHARACTER!

Idk, I'll try to keep watching, but they've already removed so much heart from just the first episode.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

I am so obsessed with Veronica Mars

It's an illness

But also the reboot has a higher rating and less episodes.

You guessed it!

Blatent innuendos. Everywhere

Also a blantent sex scene within maybe 15 minutes.

Anyway so upset I finished the original series

That's enough of my rambling

I HATE THIS NEW INTRO

though it's funny it only has Veronica, Keith and Logan

Okay now I'm finished. Swear it and all that

Veronica just confirmed her bisexual-ness. Idc. It's canon to me now.

Fine I lied.

You're opening a food establishment!

It can be a café, coffee shop, restaurant etc.

What will it be named and what is your signature dish?

Have a lovely day

no way?

Nina blatant or..?

all good things come to an end unfortunately

we love a good bisexual

if i’m opening a food establishment then the hospital needs to prepare for the influx of food poisoning cases they’re about to get

gonna go with Coffee shop

Simply ‘Beans’. long story. avocado toast and black coffee

goodnighty