#though there is some level of consistency

[heartyluv]

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Note: They’re so filthy, (I say as if I’m not the one writing it). I hope you enjoy, luvlys! ;)

Warning: Sub!Caleb, he’s begging, handjob, cock ring and brief attempt of pocket pussy use (you’ll see why), you kindaaa dom him (again, you’ll see why i said kinda), you have to be quiet 🤫, use of ‘good boy’, cum licking, brief mention of spit, you end up sitting on his cock (i think i got it all)

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Summary: You and your husband try out some new toys.

SubbyCamboy!Caleb/Reader

“She sleep?” Caleb asks once you enter your bedroom and silently shut the door with a gentle click of the lock to follow.

“Out like a light,” you grin. You would forever be thankful for your precious three year old daughter who made bedtime the easiest thing on the planet. Because of her simplicity and general love for sleep—since she gets to be surrounded by her dozens of plushies—, it allowed you and Caleb to almost always have some alone time when the sun set. Whether it be basking in comfortable silence together while watching a movie or silently indulging in each other’s bodies, it was a gift you never took for granted.

“You still up for tonight?”

He sets his phone down, shrugging with a faux nonchalant smile like he isn’t buzzing with the same level of excitement as you. “I’m ready to go if you are.”

Biting your lip, you scurry over to him and lean down to where he sits in the bed, kissing him deeply and squealing when he keeps you close in your efforts to try to pull away. Once you’re finally released with a generous slap to the ass by your husband, you go to your tall dresser and open the drawer to pull out the fresh bottle of lube and the new toys you cleaned when they arrived earlier.

“I remember when I used to watch you use something like this one.” You inspect the pocket pussy, the memories of gawking at Caleb on your phone screen when you were once strangers in a fan to content creator relationship, flooding your mind. He would spill his cum into the one he once owned as he cursed under his breath at the same time you’d rub your clit faster to catch up with him.

Good times. But they were even better, now. Now he was your man, the father of your beautiful Sloane Xia, and most importantly, your best friend.

“Mhm. And I remember it was one of your favorites,” he smirked. “I think you were one of the first to send in a request for a personal video of me using it.”

Your cheeks heated. It was a shot in the dark—or so you thought. It took all of you to drop the embarrassment and just send him the $100, along with asking for a video of him fucking the realistic enough vagina model. Not only did he do it and got to it quicker than you anticipated, but he consistently chanted out about how badly he wished it was you he was fucking and filling up.

That video fundamentally rewired your brain, and you still have it to this day.

At the time, you knew it was simply for the content and to ensure that his viewer get their moneys worth. But now that your life looks the way it does, you wondered if he unintentionally spoke his desires into the universe and was ultimately granted his wish.

Once on your side of the bed, you sit down on top of the covers that Caleb’s beneath, handing him the cock ring first.

You and Caleb rarely used toys when you officially got together. The only thing that would make an appearance in your sex life would be your trusty pink vibrating wand, but other than that—you two preferred to find ways to please each other with what you were equipped with. It was more fun that way—to try and find new positions, as well as other things to spice it up.

It was last week that you brought up wanting to try some out. After seeing a couple you two were friends with who created similar content use a cock ring in their video, you couldn’t resist showing Caleb. He was more than willing to do it, especially when he saw how turned on it made you.

“I’ve never seen you use one of these, though.”

He takes the little contraption, inspecting it with pursed lips. “I did once, but I never recorded it.”

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. “You used a cock ring and I never knew?!”

“You never asked, pretty. Besides, it didn’t do much for me.”

“No?” you tease. “Did it do this?”

You press the silver button, the gentle buzz of the ring sounding.

“It absolutely did not do that,” he said astounded with a deep chuckle. The vibrating in his hand immediately sent blood rushing to his cock.

“Are you hard?” you cooed, shutting off the ring and palming him through his boxers on top of the covers.

“A little, yeah.”

You open and close your other hand, gesturing for him to hand it over. “Let me see.”

Caleb groans when your hand slides away from him. Already shirtless, he throws the sheet off his body, sitting up more so he can inch his underwear down enough to release his semi-hard dick.

“Aht,” you scold flirtatiously. “All the way off.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Your pussy throbs at how quickly and well he listens without hesitation. You eye his thick length while he follows your instruction, and open the bottle of lube. Putting a little on your index and middle finger, you generously lather the inner part of the ring so that it can slide onto him with ease, similarly to how your cunt sucks him inside of you.

“Remember, babe,” you get closer, trying to remain stoic, but that nearly fails as you admire his twitching cock. “You gotta stay quiet. Get too loud, and I’ll have to stop.”

“I’ll stay quiet,” he nods, his hips already bucking for some kind of relief. “I promise.”

At the same time that you begin to kiss his lips, your work the vibrating device onto one of your favorite things in the world, smiling into it when his moans prettily pour into you mouth.

“Safe word?”

“A—apple,” he chokes out. “Fuck baby, p—please do something...”

“I know, I know.” You kiss his jaw and when his head tilts back to welcome your love, you press the button again to send shivers down his spine.

The whimpering and near cries erupt from him as if you’ve struck a gold a mine. Pulling back to get a full look at your husband, you can’t help but feel a different kind of love to see him so vulnerable and submissive with you. With his back against the headboard, his cheeks and nose bridge sport a perfect dusty pink.

“Tell me how you feel, baby.”

“S—so good…This feels so good—hah…I need you, pretty. I need you so bad…” He’s an absolute mess and it has you dripping in your panties.

“You want me?” You wrap your hand around the head of his cock, adding the slightest bit of pressure. To suppress his moans, he bites down on his lip so hard that you’re sure it hurts.

He nods vigorously, his hair tickling his forehead with each shake. “I want your pussy, baby…I need my wife. I—I want my wife so much…” Each intake of breath is sharp—needy.

Your heart rate increases the more he pleads for you. You bring your mouth just above his flushed tip and spit on it, working him in your hand slowly. Precum seeps out, adding to the mixture of fluids that you wish your slick was a part of.

But right now? This was all about him.

“If you want me to sit on your cock, I need you to be my good boy. Can you do that?”

He nearly combusts at your words and the way you pump him in your soft palm. Along with the delectable sensation of the ring at the base of his cock, he feels like he’s died and went to a heaven where this was nothing short of paradise.

“Y—yes…I’m gonna be good,” he promises pathetically. “I’ll be good. Anything. Tell me, a—and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Awww, my sweet baby.” Your nipples strain beneath your tank top, reminding you that you’re far too dressed. But that only adds to your excitement.

“I want you to hold your cum. You think you can do that for me?”

Just as you say that, more dribbles out and trails down his length.

“I don’t know,” he shakes his head, sweat beading at his temple. He juts his hips up to try and make you jerk him off faster, but you tsk, reminding him that he must stay still. “B—baby, I don’t think I can. I’m gonna cum a—already.”

“Then you won’t get to fuck me, will you?”

“That’s not fair!” he cries. The wet sounds of you fisting him and the vibrations moving through his balls only brings him closer to his impending delightful doom. “Y—you have to take it off! I’m gonna…Fuck! I’m about to—”

Immediately, you stop. “Are you getting loud with me?”

His chest rises and falls with disappointment and desperation. But even when you stop, the cock ring is still on and giving him the pleasure you ceased. So without you needing to do a thing, he can’t hold back, nor does he want to. His cum shoots out abruptly, thick and pearly white streams landing on your shirt and the exposed upper area of your tits.

Growing far too loud, you place a hand over his mouth—despite how much you wish you could hear him. He mumbles incoherent words, his eyebrows knitting as his breath fans against your hand the more his composure dissipates. His abs flex with each uncontrollable convulsion and you keep your other hand wrapped around him, letting his hot load make a mess on your knuckles.

Even if he hadn’t done what you said, you could never deny the fact that he still looks so fucking ethereal.

You frown as you gently slide the ring off once he’s relaxed. “You didn’t listen.”

He hisses, cock still incredibly sensitive. “I tried, princess,” he defends himself through bated breath. “Don’t be mad at me. Let me make it up to you. ‘M sorry, I couldn’t help it…”

“No need to say sorry.” You take the now sticky dark blue ring, bringing it you your mouth to lick up some of his cum. He watches you with hooded eyes as your tongue laps up his spend like a delicacy, the need to go again stirring within him once more.

“But you shouldn’t be inside of me tonight, right? Since you can’t seem to follow directions.”

“Wait—”

“Safe word?” you interrupt.

“I know the word.”

“Good. Then say it like I told you to.”

Yeah, he’s hard again. “Apple.”

You grab the pocket pussy off the bed and hand it to him. He looks at you confused as he takes itwhile you stand and pull your clothes off.

“You’re gonna watch me touch myself while you fuck that. I want you to think about how better you’ll do in the future when you watch my fingers inside of me, taking your place.”

“No.” He says the word like you’ve given him the ultimate punishment.

Getting on top of the blankets once more, you rest on your elbows with your legs spread wide to give him the perfect view. It’s like he’s mated to you—like he can smell your desire—and it drives him mad to be separated from it. Your fingers go between your thighs and you gather the slick that’s already found its way to your aching clit.

“That wasn’t a question. I’ll come without you if I have to, baby,” you push out. Your lips part when you shove one of your fingers inside your tight hole, the heat consuming your slender digit. “Y—you’re still my good boy, aren’t you?”

Reluctantly, Caleb takes the pocket pussy, dramatically feeling a part of himself dwindle away the more he stares at your pretty, wet, and real one. He brings it down onto his cock, his cum helping him to enter without any restriction.

“I am.” He keeps his eyes on everything you’re doing. From the way you circle your clit to the way you fondle your tits.

The room echos with all the wet and obscene sounds the both of your bodies make. Caleb matches you, pleasing himself with the model the faster your fingers swirl against your sensitive nub. You ogle at what he’s doing too, but the more you watch, the more you grow impatient.

The facade you attempted to uphold cracks effortlessly at the seams. You try to resist, but you and him will forever be drawn together like magnets.

“I can’t…” you mumble, quickly sitting up and pulling the pocket pussy off of your husband like it’s insulting you. Straddling him, he eagerly accepts you and grabs your flesh hungrily. When you guide his dick into your quivering and soaked hole, the immediate connection is otherworldly.

The feeling of him in your walls will never fail to consume you. “I couldn’t help it…”

This is why you found it hard to take control. You weren’t disciplined enough and punishing him would always be far too punishing for you. But Caleb didn’t give a damn. He would let you try every single time if that’s what you wanted.

“Take what you need from me.” He looks at you with so much reverence. “I told you, I’m still your good boy…”

To keep your sounds at bay, you make out with him heatedly, and the teeth that slightly clattered didn’t deter you one bit.

A creamy ring quickly forms at his base and you bounce on his cock no more than five times before he’s flooding you with his seed and you’re squeezing him tightly the moment your orgasm claims you.

You grind against him lazily until you can no longer take anymore.

“I tried it, didn’t I?” you giggle, a string of saliva falling to your chin when you pull away from the intense exchange. He huffs out a laugh through his nose.

“Sex doesn’t have any rules. No matter what role we try to play, the ultimate goal?” He smiles when you look into his eyes. “To make each other feel good. I say we’ve done that successfully, no?”

“I guess. Next time, though,” you whisper. “I’m so gonna nail it.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Oh, shut up!” You quickly cover your mouth when you realize your volume.

“You getting loud with me?” he teases, using your words against you.

“Nu-uh, you better use that damn pocket pussy.”

“Until you use that safe word.” He moves your hips. “I’m staying right here.”

“You’re so lucky I love you,” you shake your head, tugging on your bottom lip.

“The luckiest man in the world.”

A/N: For the sake of the plot, I aged their daughter up, but I will still write some cute and fluffy stuff with her tiny and them navigating parenthood! I wrote this with the intention of thinking of how some people would be if they saw their fine ass partner using a pocket pussy when they’re sitting right there, hot and ready. I know I couldn’t hold out LOLLLL!!!

Creds to @/bbyg4rlhelps and @/enchanthings-a for the dividers!

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[coffee-mage-sans-caffeine]

Reblogged from @grison-in-space for this tag:

For anyone who doesn't agree with the OP, let me introduce you to Benton.

Benton was obtained from rescue as a 9 week old puppy with the belief that he was most likely a Texas Heeler, which is a working mix consisting usually of border or smooth collie and Australian Cattledog. It was the pandemic. I had great dreams of finally having the time to train my Ultimate Sport Dog and service dog prospect. I was so excited. Now a bit of background: I am not an inexperienced trainer. I used to work professionally as a dog trainer. My specialization wasn't actually obedience or sport, however, it was aggressive/reactive dog rehabilitation. I had worked my ass off and I was a damn good dog trainer, but when I moved countries, it was way too much work to try and build a new customer base so I went back to school and became a nurse instead. What you need to know is that I was a damn good dog trainer and I have a lot of experience. I brought home this little ball of joy and started working with him. We started small--even with the pandemic I made sure he got his puppy socialization and level one group obedience classes. I took him literally everywhere I could with me. I would call liquor stores at the height of the pandemic and see if they were open to letting my dog come train in their store because there's hardly anyone in a liquor store at 10 am on a Tuesday. I had all the time in the world and I would spend at least two hours a day on training exercises when he was small, broken up into tiny pieces throughout the day. He learned the basics quickly enough. Sit? His autosit is near-perfect to the point that when I take him to (dog friendly) places, everyone assumes he's a service dog and keeps their own dogs away from him even without a harness or anything. Down? Check. Leave it? Hell yeah. The problem was his base temperament. Puppies go through fear stages. One day they're brave, then suddenly they're afraid of everyone and everything around them. Their first is at around 8-14 weeks. Their second is usually the most challenging and happens between 6 months and 14 months. Some have a third one around 18 months or when they hit maturity. Benton never went OUT of his fear stage. Every day of his life was a fear stage from 9 weeks until he was over 2 years old. And I worked hard on this. He ate over a litre jar of treats and kibble every single day for nearly the first two years of his life JUST on desensitization training. He was afraid of everything that flapped, everything that moved suddenly, everything that was in a new location from where it had been yesterday. Our walks around the block were sometimes an hour or two long as I did look-mark-treat exercises for everything in the neighbourhood. This work had to take extreme precedence over trick training or sport training because his temperament was so risky I was afraid if I didn't work my ass off, I'd end up with the most reactive dog imaginable. He washed out of service work, obviously, but I continued to pursue dog sport. When he was 18 months old, we started taking agility foundations classes together. This is a pre-agility safety course at our local agility school. It usually takes 6-9 months to graduate. Dogs must learn to walk backwards on command, to step up with their back feet, to keep their back paws on an elevated board even if their handler walks past them, among other things. In working so hard to get Benton through his VERY prolonged fear stage, he became a velcro dog. He wants to be within 6 inches of a human at all times. He responds to any pressure by sitting down and looking bereft, which means that teaching him to go backwards on command took 8 months ALONE even though I had watched him walk backwards up stairs before. As a result, it has taken us 3 years to complete a 6 month safety course. His trainer has 35 years' experience teaching THIS COURSE and it still takes 3-6 months to develop a new way to teach him each exercise. Benton is a dream to live with. He's my best friend and I love him. But he is nearly impossible to train.

man it´s so easy to talk shit about how other people "don´t train their dogs" if you never worked with a hard to train dog

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Rewatching Supernatural, it still amazes me how Dean can just gaslight himself so much that John Winchester was there for them when they needed him. He wasn't! I'm just like: babe, he consistently abandoned you leaving you to raise Sam on your own. Dean just has so many abandonment issues and he projects them onto every male member of his family including Sam. Also, especially Bobby whenever he doesn't pick up the phone fast enough or get back to them quickly enough so Dean just snaps and maybe even panics a little because he remembers all those times he got left behind but he had told himself that it was okay because his dad was helping people. The thing is, though, that on some level Dean knows that John didn't have to abandon them. . .he still could have found a way to be there for his sons. Dean, however, just couldn't admit that his father really was a coward, a coward who convinced himself he was raising his sons right. . .that he was protecting them. As more time passes, Dean grows angrier, because Sam had Dean looking out for him, but who did Dean have? I sometimes wonder if that's why Dean just treats Cass like crap sometimes, pushing him away. He expects Castiel to know how to do things on his own, like he was expected to as a kid and he can't fathom anyone really truly watching over him. In some ways, he sees the same Daddy issues in Cass that he has in himself. I wonder if that's why he puts a distance between them. Oh my god, rewatching Supernatural again has made me see even more issues in Dean and I just really hate John Winchester for it all. I don't see how anyone doesn't think he's such a shitty father. He did the best he could? Well, his best wasn't good enough. His best left two boys on their own. His best was giving those boys so many issues that would send a therapist to the bottle.

[blowflyfag]

the Wrestler: Volume 38, 2011

THE MOTOR CITY MACHINE GUNS 

IS IT TOO SOON TO MENTION THEM AMONG THE ALL-TIME GREATS?

BY FRANK INGIOSI

PHOTOS BY LEE SOUTH/TNA WRESTLING

For years THE MOTOR CITY MACHINE GUNS’ true talent was never rewarded in TNA. With their TNA World tag title victory, the Guns have been placed firmly on everyone’s radar. Can this jaw-dropping team maintain their rise to the top and become one of the greatest of all time?

SINCE THE DAWN of professional sports, it’s the same conversation that takes place time and again in locker rooms, office buildings, and pubs throughout the world. Who is the best all-time in (insert sport here)? Can you measure success solely by world championships? What truly makes a competitor “great”? There’s never really a set answer to any of those questions and, likely, that’s what makes the debate so wonderful. Perception both builds and clouds the opinions of those who hold them. To one, greatness is only measured through tangible success, specifically championships. Others see greatness as consistent excellence by a competitor regardless of championship acknowledgement.

Enter, The Motor City Machine Guns.

[Both Shelley and Sabin have an undeniable ability when it comes to working together. Their cohesiveness is one of the reasons why many have started to consider them among the greatest tag teams of all-time.]

The Motor City Machine Guns are true innovators of modern-era tag team wrestling. Their in-ring cooperation is as seamless and cohesive as their approach to competition is cool. They set the standard for entertainment and work ethic and, yet, they’re easily dismissed by some when the conversation turns to all-time greats.

“Keep writing us off. Please. Nothing motivates us more,” insists an intensely focused Chris Sabin.

“We already consider ourselves an elite team and easily one of the best pairing in the industry today,” adds Alex Shelley.

What would usually be dismissed as confident assurances of a championship-caliber team seem to carry more gravitas when coming from Shelley and Sabin. Neither man gives off the impression that he is not fully invested in the team’s declarations. Greatness is not something taken lightly by the Guns, nor is it a T-shirt slogan. Greatness is a way of life for the duo and a quality that surrounds them like an aura when they enter the ring. Just what MCMGs bring to the ring is not lost on today’s sophisticated wrestling fan. Gone are the days where matching tights and one big finishing move made a team “great.” Today’s fan expects a more scientific and tactical approach to tag team wrestling which is what MCMGs strive to deliver.

Individually, both members enjoyed moderate levels of success in TNA. Fixtures of an overpopulated X division, it wasn’t until Shelley and Sabin embraced their “Motor City” roots that the duo’s true potential was realized. But, even with all their success as a team, is it too soon to consider the Machine Guns as one of the all-time greats?

[Though he might not agree that the Guns should be considered for such high marks at this stage in their career due to their lack of championship gold, Brother Ray can certainly attest to the in ring ability of both men.]

“Well, I guess that all depends on what you mean by ‘great,” said Sabin. “Is it championships you’re looking for? Is that what makes a team ‘great’?”

“Is Peyton Manning not great because he’s only won a single championship?” adds Shelley, sarcastically.

“A champion is a champion is a champion, and we are champions,” Sabin chimed.

Championship gold aside, opinion in the industry has been split as to whether the Machine Guns should be mentioned in the same conversation for the all-time greatest tag team. Having gained attention worldwide as a pairing, it has really only been over the past three years that MCMG started showing the stateside audience precisely what made them a sensation overseas. But, with a limited body of work in the U.S. market, the Guns have not received the credit they, and others in TNA, believe is due.

[Sometimes it’s just about winning and sustaining a solid title reign, at least MCMGs hope so. The Guns have had some decisive victories over the top tag teams in TNA, including Beer Money Inc.]

“It’s easy to look at The Motor City Machine Guns as a good, not great, tag team,” opined Taz, who then warned, “but to do so would be to insult what is possibly the top team going today. It really won’t be until after their careers are over that we’ll have a better idea of where they fall in the overall list of great tag teams, but it’s hard to imagine they won’t be right near the top at this rate.”

Others however, aren’t as optimistic. “Count the titles, bud. That’s all that matters in this business,” 24-time tag team champion Brother Ray gloats. The former Team 3-D frontman ought to know a thing or two about tag team immortality as one-half of the most decorated tandem to ever compete in TNA. “There ain’t no award for second place. You don’t become a hall of famer at the end of your career because you almost were a multi-time world champion.” he adds. “It takes years of being the best, and beating the best to be considered ‘great.’”

Echoing those sentiments were chief rivals, and former TNA World tag team champions, Beer Money Inc. “Those guys got a long way to go before you start putting them in the category of TNA greats, let alone all-time,” bellowed James Storm. “I’ve been tag team champion 10 times in this company. That’s one for every finger. They’ve won it, what, once? I’ll let you guess the finger I count that on,” laughed the muscle behind the Machine Guns’ hated enemy. Storm closed with, “Hell, Matt Morgan has just as many as they do, and he did it alone.”

[Both Sabin (above) and Shelley (below) have found some success in singles competition. Despite that, they continue to stick by each oth-]

Robert Roode was a bit more pragmatic in his assessment, but no less critical. “They’re a ‘fun’ team to watch, sure, and all the little fans love the antics. But where are the results?” he questioned. “Being partners for as long as they have, their portfolio is a little light, eh? It’s a wonder one hasn’t tossed the other through a window yet.”

Naturally, the Machine Guns choose to ignore the criticisms of their opponents and focus on the positive.

“It’s deceptive to measure greatness through championships,” argues Sabin. “Not all title reigns are the same. It’s quality over quantity in this business, and we’re quality.”

Always quick to chime in, Shelley added, “We understand that greatness is not something that’s bestowed upon everyone, but rather it’s up to the team to seize it. That’s precisely what we do night in and night out.”

Whether The Motor City Machine Guns will definitely be placed in the pantheon of all-time great tag team pairings remains to be seen. Likely, history will be the great decider as to whether MCMG are worthy of such loft comparisons. Until that time, it’s clear that the Guns are content with dominating the TNA tag division and earning respect.

[“It’s quality over quantity in this business, and we’re quality,” says Alex Shelley. The Guns have had an impressive first reign thus far, but will need to maintain their streak if they want to be in the talks of who is the best ever.]

[tobiasdrake]

After Daima came out, I saw someone make the argument that Ki and Magic are possibly just two different ways to use the same type of internal energy. I believe the argument was based around how Goku could sense Glorio’s magic, as well as how Glorio seems to be able to “power up” with his magic in a similar way to Ki users.

I admittedly didn’t watch the entirety of Daima, so I can’t say if the above is true or not. However, DB and DBZ always gave me the impression that Magic and Ki are two very distinct energy sources. What with the ways in which they differ in usage and all. Would you say there is in-setting theming or facts about the two powers that could hint towards them being similar, or anything that implies the opposite?

Daima does present magic as being a particular way that the denizens of Daimakai use their ki, yes.

I think this is consistent with the original series. Magic doesn't seem to be something you can just watch someone do and go, "Oh, cool, you're using your ki in this way," and then replicate it. Goku doesn't walk away from his fight with Super Buu knowing how to perform Candy Beam. It's not a martial art and so can't be gleaned the same way Goku picked up the Kamehameha or Bukujutsu.

But it does still seem to reliant on the user's ki to perform. Shenron's reality-warping magic, for example, is limited by his own ki. He can bend the universe to the whims of the wish-maker but a person of sufficiently powerful ki can resist his magic.

You want to make a wish to teleport Mr. Satan to the top of a flagpole hanging by the waistband of his underpants? That is well within Shenron's power. But Goku's ki is far too great for you to be able to warp him and his underpants without their consent.

Shenron casts his magic from God's ki, and God doesn't have enough ki to overpower Goku's.

We saw similar limitations with the Candy Beam.

Super Buu was able to turn Vegetto into Candy, but his magic wasn't strong enough to fully overpower Vegetto's ki. Vegetto retained his conscious will and was able to continue fighting as a Whopper, something that no other character subjected to the same attack (including the Cell-strength Dabra) could do.

So it's pretty clear that magic draws from the user's ki in some way. Though it's not exactly 1:1. If it were, Babidi wouldn't be able to enslave minds the way he does.

Babidi's magic doesn't have to compete directly 1:1 with your level of ki. That's why it's magic. He targets the wickedness in your heart and uses that to enslave your mind.

But even so, he still demonstrates clear limitations with more powerful individuals than Dabra. Vegeta credits his ability to resist Babidi's control as a product of his pride.

That he's also vastly more powerful than anyone Babidi's ever tried to control before, especially after Babidi's spell gave him a boost, goes unexamined. But even if we give him that, there's the other failure of Babidi's power to enslave minds.

Babidi's complete inability to control Majin Buu ultimately costs him his life.

Magic is... complicated. It's not as simple as "I can put enough ki into my Kamehameha to overpower your Galick Gun". It can do a wide variety of things that ki manipulation can't and can even bypass differences in ki to an extent. But it also does seem to be limited by the user's ki nonetheless.

[stormybraindraws]

Post-canon DBDA Edwin Simp Club fancomic pages to make it easier to read them:

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[forcedhesitation]

I'm actually rather surprised that not a single one of the boys made top three. but then again, I suppose the large number of straight men that play this game are not as visible in fan spaces as us lgbt. That is...a fortunate thing, though, I'd argue.

[clumsypuppy]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[thebookworm0001]

I deleted all my saves and uninstalled Baldur’s Gate 3 because Larian’s official communication is to do that to avoid any potential weirdness when the full game drops on thursday

Aaaaahhhhhh

[swordfright]

you guys are so annoying. why do i have to see discourse every year that's like "was tolkien really a woke king or was he your conservative uncle?" the guy was a devout catholic and a genteel misogynist who maintained lifelong friendships with queer people and women, and this isn't even paradoxical because that was part of the upper-class oxford culture he was immersed in. tolkien told the nazis to fuck off (and in doing so demonstrated a real understanding of what racism is and why it's harmful, beyond simply "these guys are bad news because they're who my country is at war with right now") but his inner life was marked by internalized racism that is deeply and inextricably woven into the art that he made. he foolishly described himself as an anarcho-monarchist, and it's kind of crazy to see people on this website passionately arguing that he likely never meaningfully engaged with anarchist theory, because...yeah, no shit, of course he didn't. tolkien didn't have to engage with most sociopolitical theory because as an upper-class englishman of his position, he was never affected by any of the issues that this theory is concerned with. what is plainly obvious from reading both his fiction and letters is that tolkien's ideal political system was that the divinely ordained god-king would rise up and rule in perfect justice and humility; he didn't want a government, he wanted a king arthur, even though (obviously) he was aware that outcome was impossible. why is it so hard for people to accept that he was just some guy! his letters aren't a code you have to crack. no amount of arguing or tumblr-level analysis is going to one day reveal a rhetorically airtight internally consistent worldview spanning jrrt's fiction, academic work, and personal writings, thereby "solving" the question of whether he was a woke king or your conservative uncle. his ideology was extremely inconsistent because, at the end of the day, he was just some guy.

[arvale-artist]

Oh. Oh my god. I'm currently cleaning and sorting out my drafted posts that have been collecting dust for months now, and came across THIS fucking post, from almost half a year ago that I never published!

Guess what past me. I'm STILL getting those dreams. And I'm STILL not complaining. I really am Arvale brainrotted, oh my god... It's not leaving man, it's not leaving.

I wrote some of these dreams down actually. I even posted about some of them in the past, but if I recall correctly I took those posts down. Can't be rambling too much about unofficial stuff that doesn't even exist, ya know?

[pirefyrelight]

you know that reformed villain trope that's like "ugh, what is this you've infected me with, Morals?? How dare you. Being evil was fun, now I care about 'making sure nobody gets hurt when planning the plan' "

Thats me no longer keeping/taking pictures of tickets even though they'd be really funny to post on reddit, or to complain about the formatting.

[anthromimicry]

what's peculiar about your soul?

your soul is... pristine.

... do not consider it a compliment. there is something deep and awful hidden beneath that gleaming coat. years of harrowing actions- malicious decisions and excruciating consequences- have worn this vessel thin. it pulses weakly, its exterior eroded from all the years spent scrubbing at it, removing even the most minuscule specks of wrongdoing. creating perfection at the cost of learning from such mistakes, however painful. you wonder if you ever would have been liked for who you really were. you understand that there is no going back and finding out.

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[calsvoid]

yall best be glad im not a sports fan or else i would be like 100x crazier about f1

[felidthing]

i just had a very long complicated dream about some very ooc homestuck kids. jade might be rooted in some form of fanon at least but i dunno

[bobzora]

hate drawing backgrounds & not good at them anyway -> oh i'll just 3d model the backgrounds for my game -> wait. i still have to design the locations to model them. mfw