#*Smacks you in the face again*

[dollypopup]

that 'have you ever been punished as a child?' line Pen drops hits different when you realize that in the books, Colin was horsewhipped by his father the morning before he died and then went to Eton where they literally had something called 'flogging Fridays' during the time he attended

like Julia, Miss. Quinn, what do you mean you just threw that information in as a random throwaway line that is never mentioned again? do you not realize how WILD that makes Colin's background?

He was twelve years old??? His dad saw him hitting Eloise and then horsewhipped him, and after horsewhipping his twelve. year. old. son. he then goes to comfort Eloise by taking a walk with her and the bee stings him and he fucking dies

Colin would be out here blaming himself for that death forever are you kidding me???? Wondering if he didn't hit his sister (when they're children playing together), would his Dad still be alive? Would he still have gone on that walk? Would he still have passed away as Colin sat sobbing in the stables, hurt by his hand?

And then he goes to Eton where the only time he had off was 3 weeks around Christmas, but still has to stay there, and 3 weeks in the summer when he can finally go home to Aubrey Hall?

This timeline is BONKERS. Like. . .we know Edmund dies not too long before Hyacinth is born, and she's born May/June. Colin's birthday? Yeah, it's in March. So you mean to tell me, the order of events of all this mess could be as followed: Edmund horsewhips Colin when he's 12 years old (sometime before March), he DIES that same day, Colin turns 13 (in March), Hyacinth is born (in June), and not a few months later Colin has to go to Eton (after the summer break. Social season is Spring and Summer, and ends either July or August, so let's be merciful here and say he leaves in August) and doesn't come back for an entire year?

You mean to tell me this boy has had what? Half a year to get over his father's death after he whipped him for a minor infraction and then he's waltzing into an institution where canings and whippings and floggings and bullying are the norm when he's a teeny tiny little boy?

How is this man not filled to the GILLS with trauma???? No wonder he's so close to his mum and listens to the women around him more than the men and never talks about his dad. And he still turns out so nice and empathetic and kindhearted? He still listens so much to Pen and is so gentle with her and has a good sense of humor and cares so deeply?

That man is never raising a hand to their children. He probably won't even raise his voice at their children. Oh my god.

[spitblaze]

gnc and butch women (cis AND trans) and transmascs are punished for performing masculinity past certain thresholds of arbitrary attractiveness because people that cishet society categorizes or clocks as 'women' are not supposed to perform masculinity. hope this helps 👍

[macksartblock]

If I continue to burrow into the bargaining stage I will never hit depression

[littleplantfreak]

mari...sniffles

The fabric of his tie is wrapped tightly around your wrists as you wiggle them. Your open blouse tickles your skin whenever you move. Umemiya has a hand pinning both your arms over your head, digging them into the mattress. His fat cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust, his pelvis slaps against your swollen clit, and your juices cover his length, dripping down to his balls. It’s loud, wet, and hot. His face scrunches up when you tighten around him– white hair falling into his face. If you pay attention close enough, you can hear the rhythmic ticking of his watch, but all you can hear is the sloppy sounds of Umemiya fucking you. 

“You’re gonna take it right, sweetheart?” He snaps his hips, making you jolt. “Gonna look so pretty, so pretty with my baby– our baby.” 

You let out a sound that borders a sob of pain and pleasure. “Yes, yes– ngh– yes!” Because you want it badly– so badly. You want him to fill you up with his hot cum, and have his sperm coat your insides. Your vision is hazy, but you can make out that he’s smiling.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re gonna take it– all of it.” 

Umemiya shifts more of his weight onto you– driving the fat head of his cock further in. Your jaw slacks open as he bends you in two. Tears well up in your eyes as he pushes you towards another orgasm. 

“You’ve been raising your hips for a while now– you want it that badly?” He isn’t mocking you though, rather he sounds proud. 

Screwing your eyes shut, tears roll down your cheeks as you nod– once, twice, thrice. It doesn’t take long for you to squirt all over him again, it hits his abdomen and drips onto the sheets, soaking everything. Umemiya groans– moans, when he cums, spilling himself into your womb. He lays his entire body on top of yours, shoving it further in, plugging you up. 

Umemiya pushes your sweaty hair out of your face, “You did so well, so good for me.” He pants trying to catch his breath. “I love you– you know that right?” He kisses your cheek, “They’re going to be lovely, just like you.” 

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ACT NORMAL IN PUBLIC NOW THAT IVE READ THIS

[umbrace-rambles]

Ace.... Ace that's your father... Ace... 234934 injured 1213 dead

[gortashshairytits]

He is such a FLIRT omg.

[ronnyraygun]

@spookyprime was thinkin’ up a storm about how to reincorporate Danny into canon and she came up with him leading the Kobra Kult and pretending to be evil but secretly telling Tim their plans so he can knock the cult members around a bit so they don’t try anything stupid again for a while.

The context for this specifically is that post-failsafe Tim probably needs a stress reliever. 😭

[perfectly-clear-from-here]

christtt nothing beats listening to scott walker while writing incredibly extensive melancholic descriptions of being drunk for a milex fic am i right 🙏🙏

[vampv0id]

In general no one likes sore throat, but headcanon that sore throats make Will's neurodivergent ass want to DIE and when he had a sore throat after the tube insertion he was fucking PISSED.

[seiwas]

lovin the bf hours bc 6 yrs later and he is still the purest soul!!! the kindest man i know to ever live!!!! so extremely humble!!! never expects anything in return for all the goodness he puts out!! never expects anything more from me than to just exist!!!!

[theshinazugawaslut]

OMG ESHA YOU DID IT YOU RIZZED HIM HE'S BLUSHING AND HE COMPLIMENTED YOU OMG

I'LL MAKE HIM FORGET THAT STUPUD BITCH KANAE AND I WILL BE HIS ONE AND ONLY !!!

[chuu-huahua]

i know i was supposed to brainrot this yesterday? two days ago?? *checks through the definitely very sane messages with @downbadforpixels* ok yesterday. anyways, SOUKOKU RUNNING AWAY FROM A PARTY 

no because they would?? (tysm tille for all the brainrotting material) this sounds so taylor swift but her songs basically scream skk so that’s ok. soukoku being forced to attend some gathering of organisations in mori’s stead because he had other matters (that definitely do not include fukuzawa, no no) to attend to. the party goes on into night time and why is there ballroom dancing oh no-

ok but i hc dazai as a bad dancer cuz of his lanky ass limbs, and he feels kind of awkward dancing with random strangers, even if he doesn’t show it. chuuya is an amazing dancer though, which is evident when a bunch of ladies crowd around him, hoping that he would somehow pick them from the crowd of frills and lace.

but instead, chuuya’s hands grasp onto dazai’s ones tightly, and they barely make it out the door before the music starts playing. reddish brown eyes stare down at the slightly larger hands that wrap around his own, and dazai can feel his cheeks flushing despite the cool night air. their dress shoes clack against the gravel and they arrive in the middle of a sea of flowers, a small pavilion up ahead.

chuuya huffs, reluctantly loosening his grip on the other’s warm fingers before letting his own hand drop to his side, already missing the feeling of dazai’s hand against his. they’re finally away from the party, and he pulls off his jacket and throws it onto the stone seats of the pavilion.

dazai quietly stares at him, his hands tightening into fists before letting go. he rocks on his heels to the beat of the ballroom music they can barely hear, and he sucks in a deep breath before approaching chuuya.

“may i have this dance then, mon cher?”

[oldfashionedmorphine]

maybe i’m stupid for wishing i had a time machine to go back and do things differently. honestly i call bullshit on people who have no regrets…like really? there isn’t something you wish you could fix? someone you hurt that you regret hurting? like if i could do it over i would.

[eowynarchives]

FORGOT THAT PEOPLE CAN AND WILL PERCEIVE ME N MY ART AND THAT IM NOT JUST SCREAMING INTO THE VOID AAAHHHH

[teabutmakeitazure]

gm

*buttons up* you'll get cold

How can someone look so good early in the morning with a bed head (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) it's unfair

Again, Tumblr user latolover, I am amazed that you can draw hands. Thank you for continuously blessing me with your art 🙏

[xbraveheartx]

Someone: What's your favorite (insert thing here)? Me: Oh, well it depends! I have multiple categories for (insert thing here)! I just like a lot of stuff haha! Me: Man I'm thirsty, I should get something to drink Brain: Coffee. No, lavender milk tea. Actually I want apple soda. Uh no, coconut soda. Ew no, water. No no, sparkling water. Uhhh can I just get milk? Beer. Ew no, wine. White wine. No red wine. Can we not do wine again??? Juice. Me: ...... -SWEATS NERVOUSLY-

Me: I'm hungry, lemme grab something to eat! Brain: I want rice and beans. No I want soup, we got so much soup. Ew but burgers though. Okay but how about sushi? No, I really want pasta. Beef stew please! Chili just straight up chili man. Okay no, ramen. SPICY RAMEN. No please savory ramen. SEAFOOD RAMEN. Still spicy. I don't want spicy. I want spicy. Actually I want sweet-- Me: -SWEATS NERVOUSLY-

Me, after 20 minutes straight of disassociating, blinking into existence as I realize how much time flew by without my realization: ... what was I doing? -squints at notebook- ... To Do list, got it.

Each and every time, me @ me: I'm so silly and indecisive haha! I'm so quirky and forgetful!

... All of this... makes so much more sense now... oh my god