#whose fault is it anyway

[moeblob]

Am I wrong? (nope)

[cinnamonest]

Thinking about very well-endowed boys, perhaps endowed a little too much for their own good — with no idea how to properly use the thing.

No self-awareness, no experience. The moment you give a green light, this man just shoves his way in like a battering ram. You were at least expecting some degree of foreplay or buildup, but you don't get that. He has the audacity to tilt his head and hm?when you jolt and hiss.

Oh. It hurts you? You probably just didn't relax enough. That's okay. You'll feel better soon. You don't even get time to tell him that it's because he has no self-awareness of his size before you're tensing up and gasping again when it just slides out and slams back in. You see stars, and not in a good way.

You stutter out something about being too big. But big is good, right? That's what he's always heard. So it's just a matter of you getting to adjust. That'll definitely happen as he goes. No worries.

You're pretty sure your cervix hates you for making the decision to sleep with this boy, a choice you're sort of coming to regret as you find yourself pulled close to him with a harsh grip on your waist — that, too, is something he seems lacking self-awareness of, the fact that he's probably literally going to leave little bruises all along your waist.

It does feel a bit better as he moves and your body adjusts, insides expanding to allow more room… but no matter how much you do, it's not fully enough. You can still acutely feel him inside, the way it bulges and pushes against your walls, the friction as it drags back and forth, the way even at the peak of your own arousal, the tip keeps slamming into that so painfully sensitive spot. Even your toys never touched that part, you weren't even aware until now that you possessed the capacity to feel it so acutely.

At least when you tell him, he apologizes, says it won't happen again… but he seems far more pleased by the ego boost of this, apparently new to him, information. You get the sense that it will, in fact, happen again.

And it does. You blame yourself, honestly, for finding yourself in this situation again, but he's just so cute… only this time, you quickly find that being on your stomach makes it infinitely worse, and his hand on the back of your head, unintentionally shoving your face into the pillow and muffling your attempts to tell him to slow down, does not help.

God, why did you let it come to this… your thoughts are barely coherent from the sheer overwhelming sensation, your brain practically short-circuiting, unable to do anything but process the feeling.

But it stretches you out so good and presses against the good spot too, so unfortunately, you end up with admittedly one of the strongest orgasms of your life, spasming and squirting and making the lewdest of sounds. So, it clearly was good, this is reassuring for him, positive reinforcement. He's too occupied with basking in pride with this accomplishment to notice your groaning at first — but don't worry, once he does notice, he'll dote on you, of course. He cares about you very deeply, you know.

And later, you're still feeling the involuntarily spasms as your poor abused hole tries to adjust to the slight gape left behind, and here he is passed out beside you so blissfully. The bastard gets to just pretend like he didn't try to impale you from the inside.

He really does try. He cares about you, you know. He doesn't want it to hurt. It's just, you know, he doesn't really do a lot of thinking in that moment, and unfortunately, his brain just commands him to breed and he can't think about anything else, so, it's his brain's fault, not his fault. Yes of course those are two different things. Besides, you're the one that enticed him, so, realistically, you must take responsibility as well.

But no matter how many times you say it, he seems to simply get lost in the ego boost and then he... forgets. And admittedly, you too seem to consistently keep coming back, against your better judgement.

He forgets when he has both hands locked into your hair, wrapped around your head, so lost in the wet, warm feeling that he's jerking your head like it's some kind of toy — your jaw hurts, every thrust feels like it's going to tear your throat apart, and it goes so far down that you're fighting your gag reflex every single second. And worst of all, you can't tell him to stop, can't get a word out when his cock is relentlessly pounding your skull.

He just forgot. He forgets when he flips you onto your front side and pulls your hips up, forgets that you said that position is the absolute worst because of how deep it goes — but see, from his perspective, it feels best because he gets to fully bottom out inside, and it’s just so good, you wouldn't understand.

He forgets when he's got his arms wrapped around you, laying on your sides as you're railed like his life depends on it, far too harshly and with far too little warning, but you can't pause the lewd nosies and squeals long enough, and your only attempts to tell him to slow down and not go so deep are so slurred you can't even blame him for not understanding.

He forgets you said how sore you are, how you need one day off at least. You just look so nice, and you didn't say anything (you retort that you didn't get the time, dammit) when he started, so he wasn't thinking, and besides, he was very gentle this time, aren't you proud of him for learning how to not go so hard?

He really does try. When you're walking all funny and clutching your lower stomach and grimacing in pain, he's got this heating pad and bottle of painkillers he bought just for you, and he's quick to pull it out. He really cares about you! Besides, the faster you recover, the sooner you'll stop being mad and glaring at him (it hurts his feelings, this is important), and the sooner you'll get to have sex again (he depends on it now, this is in large part due to your actions, so you have some responsibility to take).

He's even learned how to roll his hips so smoothly, thanks to you, and now it shouldn't hurt so much… now it's less of an earth-shattering jolt of pain, and more of a gentle pain, you know, like poking a bruise. But hey, that's improvement.

[all-pacas]

hey you ever think about how chase's s8 "if you love someone, you should die instead of burdening them" thing. and how it checks out completely with everything he's ever done: took care of his mother and hated her, shuts down every well-meaning attempt by others to reach out to him, refuses to open up. how when his father dies he doesn't tell anyone for six months, how when he gets stabbed he rebuffs everyone's worries with a canned thank you but i'm doing fine. how when he learns about 13's brother, his only instinct is to comfort her, how in lockdown after confronting cameron, he spends the rest of the episode trying to make her feel better: it's okay, he tells her, going to her as she cries.

how he never asks anything of cameron, even when he's upset, even when he's very upset: she ghosts him in saviors and he tries to give her space and trust, he feels shut out in the itch and spends over a year pretending it's fine. because that's not what you do. you take care of your mother, even though you hate her. if you love someone, you do not burden them. ("it would be a burden," he tells foreman, trying to explain why he can't tell cameron about dibala.) he'll ask for things, he can be pushy in his way -- but emotionally, he doesn't open up. he doesn't accept sympathy. he never, ever asks for help or comfort.

you ever think about how chase does, in the end, reach out to cameron. once. one time. at the end of known unknowns, he reaches for her hand. really clings onto it. the one and only time chase ever goes to her -- anyone -- for comfort, and to tell her about dibala. it's the final five minutes of their marriage.

[vesna-v-irkutske]

Me, watching 3 Academy Maniacs Telegram channels being destroyed one by one over the course of a couple of days:

[assblastergaster]

as much as i completely understand the shauna haters, we HAVE forgotten what happened in s2. to compare her to natalie—who is by and large an angel despite what happened to her—she is not a perfect victim. she's shitty, mean, and vindictive. . .but the worst thing that can happen to ANYONE happened to her and I'm not talking about jackie. it's easy to move on from it bc it was intentionally made to "go away" (the YJs knew dwelling on it was not an option), but Shauna's baby dying and her delusion making her believe (for even just a second) that her teammates had eaten him is what drives the story.

i'm not trying to get at a trauma olympics type thing here w/ a reference to natalie, but we should recognize that shauna was only a shitty best friend/wife before her baby brutally died—she is not evil for evil's sake. she's been experiencing a severe mental health episode for half a year, and it gets worse as it approaches the anniversary of her son's death, as they find someone she compartmentalized as complicit in his death.

it was only after that that she became violent and vengeful. it's why she allowed melissa to cling on to her. it's why mari ran away and found coach. it's why she wanted to hunt coach, and then condemn him to death, and then force him to live with "what he had done." it's why she couldn't ever have a healthy relationship. it's why she tried to force natalie to see what she'd been going through, only to drive her away to seek safety instead.

[saddest-girl-in-the-whole-world]

my headcanon for post canon happy griddlehark is that Gideon would say "One flesh, one end, Harrow!" every time they have the smallest disagreement or she's in trouble like she'll burn their food and when Harrow makes even the smallest comment about it Gideon immediately explodes like "What happened to one flesh one end???? Oh, undying devotion but one burnt cheese pizza and you cast me aside??? 10000 years of tradition, harrow! I died for you, you know?"

[wingsofhcpe]

thinking about how in the manga Hange and the rest of the dead scouts smile at Levi before fading away, meanwhile in the anime Hange looks so pensive and sad instead, gazing at Levi with so much regret in her eyes because she had to leave him alone, because he's the last one now and he has to carry everyone's hearts forward even when they're no longer there with him.

Thinking about how Hange didn't want to leave Levi, how they asked Levi if he thinks their dead comrades are watching them, and Levi did not reply, but then when Hange died he whispers "goodbye, Hange. Watch us."

I am really so not okay over these two, I am absolutely Not normal about levihan and their relationship and how much pain and love there is inside both of them, and how these two -the pain and the love- can coexist so perfectly even after Hange is gone and Levi is the last one of the OG scouts left.

[yellowocaballero]

absolutely adore all of the ncau and very excited for the rewrite (like legit i enjoy rereading it every couple of months and there are somany banger lines/scenes and cathartic moments and hot damn you write the clones so well and make genuinely amazing scenarios and asshole characters that are fun to love. your fox is one of my favorite characters in general.) but, what character is your favorite to write?

I AM TRYING SO HARD TO GET THE REWRITE OUT I AM TRYING SO HARD I AM TRYING SO HARD

I NEED TO TRY LESS HARD BECAUSE I STRESSED MYSELF OUT ABOUT IT SO MUCH THAT I WROTE A BOBA POV JUST IN SELF-DEFENSE AND

I love all of them. All the POVs are fun. Bly is really stand-out, because he breaks a lot of the rules of writing clones. Both he and Fox are very fun because they're so decidedly abnormal people, but Bly's maximalism and Fox's minimalism are both fun in opposite directions. Mace was really refreshing to write because he's a mature adult, but Depa was based off the AP honors student girls in high school and it was fun adapting that and showcasing a love for characters who don't get as much love. Neyo is fun because he's somehow very normal despite only doing batshit things. Boba is a lot of fun because he's so innocent and cute and yet somehow so demented. Omega is so much fun too, she's so genius and so baby.

Rex's POV wasn't fun to write because it was so unpleasant, but that was its own fun. Similarly, Obi-Wan's POV isn't fun to write because every sentence has a background depressing irony to it, but that's fun in its own way. The POV who is straight up unpleasant to write is Ben. Ben is miserable to write. This is because Ben is a fucking miserable person. He is miserable and mean. I can't even complain, I did this to him, I feel like a neglectful mother.

Thirty is obviously incredibly fun (space communist), as is Blanche (space jpoppie). Everyone's good there's a reason I wrote so much of this.

Every day is a struggle so here is some of the all-new Boba POV story under the cut. I have already written a story with a low-key running thread/joke/theme of Omega being the galaxy's first transgender cisgender person, and it was such an entertaining/interesting idea that I always wanted to do more with it. So for this story I was like Oh Boy It Would Be A Good Idea To Talk About How Queer Children Are Targeted By Fascism!!!! [metaphorical transphobic violence under the cut]

Boba could hear the sobbing from the other side of the door. It was an unfamiliar sound, and when he palmed the door open he was surprised to find a grim Kote already raising his hand to knock. His other hand was on Omega’s shoulder. Omega, who was sobbing hysterically. 

It took a ridiculous second to even recognize her. Omega’s thick and wavy hair was a ridiculously distinctive trait: not only dark blonde, but long enough to reach the nape of her neck. She had been growing it out ever since she saw a mother on a holo sitcom with long hair down to her waist, and she was very proud of it. Almost every inch of it was gone. 

Her hair had been sheared down to near regulation length, tufted and patchy. Parts of her head were almost bald, and other parts were long enough to awkwardly curl. It seemed as if a razor had attacked it from several awkward angles, uneven and careless. Boba had never seen Omega cry so hard. 

Kote gently pushed her inside, leaving Boba to take her and frantically pat her on the back. “Four Batch 1s cornered her in the fresher. Held her down and tried shaving it all off. I chased them off before they could finish. Can you report this to Prime? I have to get back to class.”

Dumbly, Boba said, “Did you beat up four Batch 1s by yourself?” The Batch 1s were almost at apex maturity, and Kote was still a teenager.

Kote just sneered. “They needed four people to attack one little kid. Of course they weren’t tough. Cowards never are.” Kote clapped a hand on Omega’s back, and Boba squeezed her in a tight hug. “Don’t let them see you cry, Omega. I have to go.”

Kote left as quickly as he came. He really must have been running late for class. Boba was left with an armful of an Omega crying so hard that she could barely breathe, and it took several minutes of rubbing her back before he could even get the story out of her. 

“They said that they were fixing my defect.” Boba had sat her on the couch and dumped all of his childhood stuffed animals on her lap. She was throttling that ancient fish plushie from Boba’s toddlerhood. It was missing a stone eye, but Omega didn’t seem to notice. “That I was embarrassing all of us with my shameful hair. And - and I said that I didn’t have to wear it regulation, but they didn’t care! They told me that I needed to learn my place, that a real clone wouldn’t brag about being defective, that - that - !”

Boba patted Omega on the arm as supportively as he could. “Did you fight back well?”

“How was I supposed to!�� Omega cried. “They’re so big and I’m just a kid! It’s not fair! All I could do was bite them!”

“That’s not nothing,” Boba said encouragingly. “At least you didn’t embarrass yourself.”

Then Omega was wailing again, and Boba was left desperately messaging Dad before doing his own triage by hugging her and patting her on the back. None of it seemed to help. 

It felt like forever before Dad finally came home. He looked a little as if Boba had interrupted him in the middle of something important, but he was always doing something important so it was whatever. Boba had given him advance warning, but Dad was still visibly freaked out to see Omega crying. At least her sobbing had died down a little: she was just hiccuping and hitching wet breaths, occasionally taking a sip of water from the cup that Boba shoved at her. 

Dad walked in, looking Omega up and down. Omega visibly redoubled her efforts to stop crying. “That’s weird to see. You look like Rex now.”

“Rex is a boy!” Omega yelled, before breaking out into fresh tears. How much water could one clone have in their body?!

But Dad just sighed. He walked over and crouched in front of Omega, waiting for her to compose herself again. The full focus of Dad’s attention on her seemed to jolt her out of her renewed hysterics, and Dad waited until she calmed down again before he spoke. 

“What did you expect?” Dad said simply. Omega’s face fell tragically. “Stop crying. You accepted the risk of this happening when you chose to be different. You know full well how favorably your brothers look at clones who are different. Dented beskar gets hammered back into place, Omega.”

“I didn’t choose to be different!” Omega insisted. “I am different! Why should I pretend I’m not?”

“So you don’t get attacked in the fresher. So the other clones don’t ostracize and mock you. There’s a reason why Rex shaves his head. You get to do some of what you want, but you can’t do anything about its repercussions.”

“Galaxy’s not fair,” Boba said sympathetically. Dad said that all the time. Everyone in the room knew it. Maybe Omega knew it better than anyone. 

Omega’s jaw clenched, and for the first time she looked angry instead of heartbroken. Dad met her gaze evenly. “They’re punishing me for being a girl. I’m not ‘flaunting a defect’. I’m being me. I’m not like them. I’m not breaking any rules, so they don’t have the right to make me like them.”

“They don’t,” Dad said. “But that didn’t stop them, did it?”

“You could stop them, Dad,” Boba said eagerly. Maybe Omega was powerless, maybe the younger kids just had to put up with the older kids bullying them just because the older kids were stronger and higher ranking - but Dad was above all of that. Dad had the power to make anything happen. “Can’t you tell the clones to back off and let Omega be a girl?”

“I could,” Dad said. Boba brightened immediately, but Omega didn’t. She already knew how he would finish the sentence. “But I won’t. Orders from on high won’t change their minds or make them accept her. They’d just find other ways to put her back into place. You’ll just have to roll with these punches, kid.”

“I wish I was dead,” Omega said. It startled Boba way too much. He’d never heard anyone say that before. “I want to be dead.”

In that moment, Boba had to agree with Dad. If acting like a girl was making Omega so miserable, why couldn’t she act like a boy? Boba knew that Omega was happiest when she was doing girly things, but surely the pain of four boys attacking her in the fresher outweighed any happiness that the girly stuff brought. It seemed like a choice between a medium amount of misery and a lot of misery. Only one option made sense. But it wasn’t the option Omega chose. 

For the first time, Dad looked a little sad. He straightened, taking Omega’s hand and gently pulling her off the couch. “Let’s tidy this up. I’ll get my razor.” Omega looked up at him, question clear, and Dad shook his head. “We’ll have to shave the rest. Plenty of you keep it at that length. You should join them.”

“I can’t,” Omega muttered. She looked away, expression screwing up. “You think I haven’t tried…?”

Boba hovered near the doorframe of the fresher, watching Dad sit Omega on the toilet and tuck a cloth around her neck. Boba offered Omega ‘her’ stuffed Tooka - it was Boba’s, but he had munificently given her technical ownership of it - and she clutched it tightly as Dad spoke to her in a low voice. 

Boba wanted to know what he was saying, but he had the strange sense that it wasn’t for him. 

[amelikos]

Something so interesting to me about the way they are depicting Gibeon's close friendships, while Amethio still doesn't have such bonds with others yet.

[jrueships]

zesty lowkey just another way for str8 ppl to say faggot / faggy and get away with it

[burntcheerio]

people who hate on meena the elephant from the movie sing boil my blood

[raineaxolotl]

Good day everyone we're ranting about Cinderella's stepsisters today because I have been angry about this for well over a decade and I simply have to yell about it

(This post will be mostly bringing up details from the Disney version but I am a fairytale nerd, I am aware of other versions and I demand justice for them as well)

Just to be on the same page, we all remember the 1950 Disney's Cinderella movie, yes? We also all remember this got two sequels, yes? Cinderella II, which contains vignettes from after the end of the first movie, and Cinderella III, in which stepmother and stepsisters travel back in time and enchant the prince to pick Anastasia instead. Same page? Okay.

My main issue here is this: Anastasia got a redemption arc. And I love it thoroughly. It subtly explores the way her mother's expectations have weighed on her and how she doesn't even really enjoy the cruelty her mother encouraged in her, and as soon as someone shows her genuine kindness she realises that she wants to be better and get away from her stepmother's abusive methods.

Drizella, however, does not. Drizella, in fact, never gets the chance. At the end of the third movie, after Anastasia bravely stands up against her mother to defend and help Cinderella, stepmother and Drizella are both magically transformed into toads, which they will have to live out the rest of their miserable lives as, in a true Grimm fashion fairytale punishment (even though the Disney story is modelled after Perrault's earlier and much less cruel version of the story, but I digress). Drizella, who never got that kind look from the prince or that heartfelt advice from the king, who never got a solid moment or two away from the constant control of their mother, who never got a chance to see a life outside of her mother's cruelty. She gets turned into a toad just as well as her mother, who was a full-grown, independent adult when she made her evil choices.

The simple fact is that I have deep sympathy for the stepsisters despite their cruel behaviour, because all things considered they were children, dependent on their mother's approval because they could see exactly what would happen if they didn't measure up (hello golden child/scapegoat dynamic). Their mother actively encouraged selfish and cruel behaviour in them all their lives because they were a tool to keep Cinderella in line and bump up stepmother's own status (often through that of her daughters, i.e. through marriage to a rich man like the crown prince), and even THEN if given just a moment outside of her mother's brainwashing and given a crumb of kindness, Anastasia was able to develop an identity of her own and do right by her stepsister. Watching that development in her go down throughout the entire third Cinderella movie only to then watch Drizella get the same punishment as their mother has never sat right with me. Anastasia got her shit together in TWO timelines and each time all it took was one or two conversations where someone treated her with kindness and respect. Drisella deserved the same.

And again the stepsisters' cruelty towards Cinderella was unforgivable but their mother literally ALWAYS looks disappointed in them except when they're bullying Cinderella and I cannot imagine they never noticed. They suck at everything their mother values and Anastasia is so well aware of that in the second movie she must have known it deep in her heart the whole time. The only thing that keeps them in their mother's graces is their cruelty and willingness to marry rich so their mother could keep up the lavish lifestyle after running Cinderella's family fortune into the ground buying gifts for the girls (do they ever feel responsible for their inability to afford maids? Are they given the resources for that awareness to begin with?). As long as they aren't married they are dependent on their mother for everything because they are completely isolated in that decrepit mansion that only owns a single old horse! And they are so young!! Without that shot at a rich marriage they have nothing, no money, no independence, no way to interact with the outside world without their mother's approval.

Tl;dr: justice for Drizella, if Anastasia could grow when given the chance it's not fair that Drizella never got that chance to begin with and still got punished

[lgbtlunaverse]

Looking from the outside in on the state of us democracy I know it's bad to try and talk about discourse now but as we're getting there can i just say that the least favorite argument of the discourse to me has been "at least if trump wins liberals will acknowledge the genocide." Yeah sure and they'll spend the entire four years saying it wouldn't have been this bad if harris had won and scolding leftists for not voting enough. The kind of person who doesn't believe atrocities can happen under a blue banmer doesnt just suddenly turn into a radical and useful anti-imperialist ally. All you're saying is you'd prefer more fascism just so a group of bootlickers will agree with you on twitter. And they won't even do that.

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

jenny nimmo just periodically has to find ways to write paton out of the books for a bit because he’s the ONLY person im the fucking SERIES who will look at Charlie and be like ‘hey bud you’re 11 and these situations keep happening TO and AT you, this is not your fault’ everyone else, good or bad, is just that Jesus Christ you are so fucking selfish go die meme

[thatimageoftomscott]

there’s a few pics of gary’s cats on insta and maybe twitter (i think when sooty died? there was a pic of her on twitter? and then when he got salem he posted about him on insta)

awww ive gone through garys instagram at least once but i dont remember a single thing about it rn im afraid. off to refresh my memory ig !

[ritahayworrth]

anyway grace kelly in high society (1956) is actually good. while as far as she is from being a Comedienne™, she totally could have become one if she had had the chance to. like isolating her performance, her tracy is charming and funny, and i think her spin on tracy works and she is able to make it her own especially when you consider that tracy was originally written specifically with kate in mind. its just totally undermined by the fact that when unavoidably you compare the film as a whole to the 1940 version, the film is just not as good because the pacing of high society is horrible, and really just feels like they just cut and pasted the quippiest lines from the original and added some cole porter songs in between. and then of course there is bing crosby...........