#I don’t read this but it screams homosexuality

[tismrot]

The uwu-fication of Good Omens

I’m not saying this to piss on anyone’s parade, everyone can like whatever they want and I realize that people who are perhaps… not experienced in traumatic adult relationships and/or aren’t bitter remnants of whatever ray of light they were supposed to be - I realize their fiction will probably be (for lack of better words)… light and easy.

I also realize that due to the collective heartbreak we’ve experienced after the end of season 2, a little fluff is perhaps needed. Again, not defecating on any crowds - but, like, we did watch the same show, right?

There are some REALLY good meta out there, as well as some fics and some art that really captures the essence of both Crowley and Aziraphale, and the context they struggle within.

…And then there are fics and art/comics where particularly Crowley is reduced to this very tsundere, cranky-despite-secretly-affectionate anime character who blushes and gets ✨ve-y angy✨ whenever he gets a kiss on his cheek or something and I’m like… okay? But. That’s not Crowley, is it? (Yes, you can make him into a hemipened waifu pillow for all I care, go do what makes you happy) - it’s just… You know?

Crowley and Aziraphale are (despite their celestial origins) - at their core - two middle aged, closeted, homosexual men who used to work for two equally oppressive, evil and incompetent fascist governments. That’s why they meet on the benches in the park, like all the other agents sent from other oppressive nations and agencies. The book was written during the last years of the cold war, and during the height of the AIDS crisis. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the first meds for HIV came in 1992 - being gay and being seen with the enemy could bring about equally terrifying death sentences. Yet, they do their best to thwart their Cold War, and then, the nuclear apocalypse.

After barely succeeding, they become as close as they dare to be, and they both know they love each other. Of course they do. That’s why Crowley wants them to stop pretending they don’t. He already assumes Aziraphale knows, because HE DOES KNOW.

Crowley isn’t (canonically) an uwu angy tsundere snek. He is a miserable ex-agent screaming at his closeted, gay lover for refusing to run away with him after 6000 years of war. Crowley is the opposite of tsundere, he is an open, aching wound.

Aziraphale isn’t a kawaii angel cup of hot chocolate, he is a desperate and scared idealist who is threatened into compliance by Great Leader, and who secretly wants nothing more than to let go of all propriety and just allow himself to be happy and freely experience life and love with the man he’s wanted all along, far from all oppression both from society and Heaven.

You guys, this is a story about fighting oppression for love. I just wanted to make sure we’re all on the same side.

And perhaps I’m just old, perhaps my experiences with multiple failed relationships, friendships and my own fallen idealism tints my glasses… But I feel a certain way about all the uwu. I’m sorry. Do uwu if you want. I’m gonna focus on the OPPRESSION, because - apparently - that’s the wall my socks stick to.

And yeah, I know this is very old man yells at cloud. Younger people (or people who just aren’t exactly like me) seeing this show or reading the book deserve the right to play around with it, just like I do. I know, I know, I know. I just needed to say this. Slay me if you must.

End of rant. Thank you for coming to my depression.

EDIT: Yes, I made the Avril Lavigne thing further down. Yes, I am a hypocrite. I’ve made my peace with this.

[gatheringbones]

[“Watching erotic films—movies that are driven forward by sex scenes—is different from looking at single photos, pictorials, snippets, clips. The medium, the experience of going all the way through an eighty-minute feature, is an entirely different ride than a momentary glimpse, a fast-forward.

To prove it, I started throwing living room movie shows for my friends. I would give away my screener copies and show segments of my favorites. It was like I was offering free rocket tickets to the moon. My neighborhood audience was fascinated—and completely inexperienced. The living room got a little bigger—I created an educational show-and-tell clips lecture called “How to Read a Dirty Movie,” and another one called “All Girl Action: The History of Lesbian Erotic Cinema,” which I started premiering at independent theaters like the Castro and the Roxie. I hit the festival circuit all over the world, including a daring mission by the British Film Institute to get my movies in, despite ironclad UK customs rules against them.

One college-tour memory stands out. In rural Blacksburg, Virginia, a closeted gay student got ahold of student union funds for Friday Night Fun! at Virginia Tech to bring me out there for one of my clips shows. This is a school with a history of devotion to Southern white boys and military service. The students weren’t even allowed to watch R-rated films on campus. I didn’t find out this history until I was moments away from the podium. My young sponsor looked like he’d just detonated a bomb and his face was covered in sweat. “My Dirty Movie” clips show started, which happens to begin with excerpts of two young handsome army cadets making out on a firing range. I thought the roof was going to cave in. Blacksburg boys were running for the doors, making vomiting sounds, screaming. The students who stayed in their seats watched a full spectrum of sexual and human emotion, delivered by porn’s finest auteurs. They got more sex education in one hundred minutes than they’d had in their entire lives.

The stunned president of the Young Republicans, a co-sponsor of Friday Night Fun!, took me out to a fast food dinner afterward. He told me that he found it curious that the scenes of lesbians making love had pleased him, while the scenes of gay men had given him a stomachache. I was impressed that he was calm enough to observe his own reactions.

“I don’t disagree with all of what you do,” he said, “but I think it’s entirely unjust that you receive checks from the government for your homosexuality.”

I stared at him with my mouth full of fries. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” I said, “I only get half as much because I’m bisexual.”]

susie bright, from the birth of the blue movie critic, from the feminist porn book: the politics of producing pleasure, edited by tristan taormino, constance henley, and celine perreñas shimizu, 2013

[animekpop15]

is this happiness?🩵 (ch 1)

Felix x fem!reader

Warning: drama, stressful situations, adult themes, cultural differences, sorrow, pregnancy, breeding death, self harm, cheating, bdsm, deceiving, homosexuality, bisexuality, coming out, lying , drinking, slurs, humiliation etc …basically pls don’t read if you’re under 18 🙏🏼

Please don’t copy my writing/story. Please remember this story is completely fictional and doesn’t represent the real people.

Chapter 1:

You were laying in bed playing with yourself while watching pregnant women reach their climax on your phone screen. You love the thought of switching places at them.

As you lay in bed, engrossed in the videos of pregnant women reaching their climaxes on your phone screen, you can't help but imagine yourself in their place. The thought of being so close to release while carrying a baby is an aphrodisiac for you.

You long to be in that position , your fingers moving faster and harder against your own flesh as you watch the women on your screen let out moans of pleasure. Your breathing turns into panting, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. Suddenly, you feel a strange sensation deep inside of you, your fingers moving faster and harder against your own flesh as you watch the women on your screen let out moans of pleasure. You can't stop thinking about being heavy and swollen. As you continue to watch the pregnant women on your phone screen, you feel almost as if your body is responding to the videos, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to actually be pregnant. The sensation intensifies as you watch more of the videos, and soon you find yourself becoming aroused not just by the thought of pregnancy, but also by the idea of being watched while experiencing it. You close your eyes and imagine someone watching over you, admiring your swollen belly and anticipating the moment you'll give birth.

"Look at your pregnant body wanting more of my cum" the man in the video spills.

As the words of the man with the husky voice in the video echo in your mind, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement. You imagine yourself under him, imagining as your swollen belly trembles with anticipation for his seed. "Yes daddy make me more pregnant..fill me up." You mumble to yourself. You can feel the wetness between your legs intensify as you continue to fantasize about the risk of getting impregnated . The thought of carrying another life inside of you is incredibly exciting, and you can't help but touch your stomach, imagining how it would feel to be truly pregnant. "Make me pregnant….make pregnant please daddy…make me a mommy." You babble on, too lost in the pleasure to notice what's happening around you. You forgot your boyfriend could be home any moment now. Your mind is consumed by the thought of being pregnant, your fingers digging deeper into your folds as you begin to rub your clit. You can't help but moan softly as the sensations build up inside of you. "Daddy…I need your cum…pleeeease fill me up daddy."

As you whisper those words to yourself, you feel your body tense up, ready to release. But before you can climax, you hear the sound of the front door opening. Your boyfriend has arrived home. You imagine your boyfriend filling you up with cum and forcing you to become pregnant.

Normally you greet him at the door but since you didn't answer the door, your boyfriend, Felix checks the bedroom and he hears you moaning behind the door "pls felix…make me pregnant…need your cum."

Felix, confused, but also aroused by the sound of your moans, slowly opens the door. He sees you lying in bed, your fingers moving frantically against your soaked panties, and your face contorted in pleasure.

He peeps through the door unknowing to you as your eyes are shut off in pleasure.

You scream out unable to control "fill me up …give me your seed please Felix."

Felix's eyes widen in surprise at the sight before him. You're lost in your own world, moaning and pleading for his cum. Despite the unusual circumstances, he can't help but feel turned on by the whole thing. He takes a deep breath and steps into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Felix...I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were home," you stammer, trying to regain your composure. You open your eyes and look at him, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. His eyes are fixed on you, and you can see the desire in them. "I...Felix...I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were home," you stammer, trying to regain your composure.

His eyes are fixed on you, and you can see the desire in them. "I..." You begin again, but before you can say anything else, Felix interrupts. "It's okay," he says, his voice low and husky. "I've been watching you for a while." You gasp as he admits this, feeling even more exposed. "I...I didn't know," you whisper. "And it turns me on." Felix confesses

Your heart races as you hear him admit that he's been watching you, and it turns him on. You feel a surge of desire for him, even though you're still trembling from your earlier climax. Felix steps closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me what you want."

You look up at him, feeling both vulnerable and powerful. "I want you to make me pregnant," you say softly, your fingers still tracing patterns on your stomach. "I want to feel your cum inside me, filling me up."

As soon as you utter those words, Felix's eyes darken with desire. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against your soaked panties. "You want my cum inside you?" he asks, his voice hoarse. You nod eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps.

Felix smirks as he watches you nod eagerly, his cock twitching with anticipation.

He knows what you desire, and he's more than willing to give it to you. With a swift movement, he grabs your panties and pulls them down your legs, exposing your wet folds to his gaze. Felix smirks as he watches you nod eagerly, his cock twitching with anticipation.

He leans down and takes your swollen clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently as his fingers find their way inside of you, searching for your G-spot. You moan loudly as he begins to tease you, your hips bucking up off the bed in response to his touch.

Your boyfriend's fingers find your G-spot and begin to massage it gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he continues to tease you with his fingers and his tongue, you can't help but beg for more. "Please, Felix," you whisper, your voice shaking with need. "I need your cum."

Felix smiles against your sensitive flesh, his tongue dancing around your clit as he hears you beg for him. He pulls away, leaving your swollen nub throbbing with desire, and positions his hard cock at your entrance. You're ready for him, your body aching for his possession.

Slowly, he pushes into you, filling you up with his thick length. You gasp as he pierces your tightness, but the pleasure overwhelms the pain. Felix begins to thrust into you, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic dance. His 6 pack hard abs contracting beautifully while thrusting you.

With each thrust, Felix grows bolder, pushing deeper into your wet heat. You moan loudly, arching your back off the bed as he takes you with rough, powerful strokes. Your breath comes in short gasps, and you dig your nails into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder.

He teases and pulls out making you cry.

"Felix!" you cry out, your body yearning for his touch. You beg him to fill you up again, and he smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

With one powerful thrust, he pushes back into you, claiming you as his own.

You cry out in pleasure as Felix's thick cock fills you up once again. He starts pounding into you, his hips slapping against yours in a primal rhythm. Your back arches off the bed, and your fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises.

He pushes you to the edge and pulls out again.

He pushes you to the edge and pulls out again. "Felix, please!" you moan, your body craving his release. He smirks as he watches you beg, his cock twitching with anticipation. With one swift motion, he lines himself up and thrusts deep into you, filling you up once again. His hips slam into yours, driving him deeper.

Felix pulls himself out of you again for the third time absolutely ruining your orgasm.

You gasp in shock and frustration as he pulls out for the third time, your body shuddering with the intensity of your denied orgasm. Felix leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "You want my cum, baby?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

“Tell me why do you want my cum baby…" he asks in his baritone voice. “Why do you want my cum baby" he asks in his baritone voice. You gasp, your body still trembling from the denied orgasm, unable to speak. "You want it inside you?" Felix asks, his voice darkening. You nod, your eyes locked on his. Felix chuckles, a deep, satisfied sound. "Then beg for it," he commands.

"Tell me exactly why you want my cum." He growls at you. You gulp, your mouth suddenly dry. You look up at him, your eyes pleading. "I need it, Felix. I need your cum inside me. It's what I’ve been waiting for, what we've built up to. Please, I need it to complete us." You whisper, your voice trembling with desire. "I need your cum, your essence to make me…"

"Go on babe say it" Felix command.

You gulp, your mouth suddenly dry. "I need your cum so that you put a baby inside me," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Felix stares down at you, his eyes dark with desire. A slow smile spreads across his face as he watches you squirm under his gaze. "You want my baby?" He asks, his voice thick with emotion. You nod eagerly, tears welling up in your eyes. "Then take it."

Felix thrusts back into you, his cock pumping with determination. You moan loudly as he fills you up once again, his thick length stretching you to the brink of ecstasy. His hips slam into yours, driving him deeper with each stroke.

You moan his name "mmmm lix..so good." You moan his name "mmmm lix..so good." Lix is your nickname for him. Felix smirks, his eyes locked on yours. "That's it baby, take it all," he growls. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, claiming you completely. Your body quivers under the onslaught of sensations as he takes you to the edge.

Felix smirks, his eyes locked on yours. "That's it baby, take it all," he growls. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, claiming you completely. Your body quivers under the onslaught of sensations as he takes you to the edge.

Felix wraps his arms around you pulling you close to his side and thrusts inside you at a rapid speed. Your walls getting rubbed up and down by his cock.

With each thrust, he pushes you closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation. You can feel the heat building up inside you, his thick length stretching you to the brink of ecstasy. You moan his name, your voice hoarse from the pleasure.

"I'm gonna put a baby inside you, love." Felix babbles You gasp, your body shuddering at the thought of being impregnated by him. "Please, Felix," you moan, arching your back off the bed. "Give me your baby." Your walls clench around his cock, milking him for every drop of cum.

Felix's eyes widen, his body tense as he feels your walls clenching around him. He picks up his pace, pounding into you with more force than ever before. "Fuck!" He grunts. "I'm gonna fill you up!"

You feel the familiar heat building up deep inside you, and with a powerful thrust, Felix empties himself into you. His hot seed fills you, pulsing with each heartbeat. You moan his name as he continues to pump his cum into you, filling you up completely. "Mmmmm, you're mine."

"Look at that, I’m filling up your womb, baby.." hi whispers. You pant as you feel his thick cum filling you up, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. Felix's eyes are filled with love and desire as he gazes down at you, his chest heaving from the exertion.

As he finishes filling you up, he pulls out of you slowly, his cock sliding out with a wet, squelching sound. He lays down beside you, pulling you into his strong embrace. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "Right now out baby could growing inside you."

You nod, your eyes filled with tears of joy and love. "Our baby," you whisper, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You feel the warmth of his skin against yours, their bodies entwined in a perfect embrace. Your pussy twitches at the thought of having a baby inside you. Felix smiles, kissing the top of your head. "Our baby," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. He gently strokes your hair, running his fingers through the strands.

He gently strokes your hair, running his fingers through the strands. "Lix…can I sleep with your cock buried inside me please? I feel empty without you ." you plead at him.

Felix's heart melts at your request. He nods, his cock already beginning to stir again. Slowly, he positions himself between your legs and slides his cock back inside you, filling you up once again. You moan in pleasure as he pushes deeper, claiming you completely.

The two of you fall into a deep, contented sleep, Felix's cock buried inside you, his thick cum slowly seeping out of you. As you drift off to sleep, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you.Your bodies intimately connected as you two drift off to sleep.

As you both drift off to sleep, your bodies entwined, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. The warmth of Felix's skin against yours, his strong arms wrapped around you, and his cock buried deep inside you create a cozy and comforting feeling.

In your dreams, you find yourself walking down a beautiful, sunlit beach. The soft sand squishes between your toes as you stroll along the shore, feeling the cool ocean breeze on your face. You feel a flutter in your stomach, and you realize that it's not just the wind. It's your baby moving inside you! You look down at your growing belly, filled with wonder and joy. Suddenly, Felix appears beside you, his hand resting gently on your stomach. "Hello, little one."

He whispers, his voice filled with love and anticipation. Together, you and Felix walk along the beach, talking about your dreams for your child, the life you'll build together, and all the adventures that lie ahead.

The sun starts to set, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of colors. As the stars start to twinkle in the sky, you and Felix share a tender kiss, your love for each other and your unborn child radiating through every fiber of your being. In this perfect moment, you know that nothing else matters.

You both wake up the next morning, still entwined, the warmth of each other's bodies a comforting reminder of the night before. The sun is shining brightly through the window, casting a warm glow over the room.

"Good morning," you whisper, your voice hoarse from the passion of the night before. Felix chuckles softly, his cock twitching inside you. "Good morning, my love. How do you feel?" He asks, his eyes filled with concern.

You smile and run your fingers through his chest hair. "I feel wonderful. Felix, last night was incredible. I don't think I've ever felt so loved or cherished before." You lean in and kiss him softly on the lips, tasting the remnants of their passion from the night before.

Felix automatically starts thrusting in and out his morning wood in your pussy. You moan softly, your body responding to his movements instinctively. "Felix," you breathe his name out, "I want this baby. I want our baby. I want to build a life with you, to grow old together, and to experience every moment of love and joy that life has to offer."

"I'm gonna give you all of it my love"

"I'm gonna give you my cum, my cock, my baby and all of my time….all for you love" Felix tells you

As you continue to share a tender moment together, lost in each other's eyes and the promise of a future filled with love and happiness. His morning wood slides in and out of your pussy, creating a rhythm that matches the beat of your hearts. You feel his warm cum shooting deep inside you, filling you up with his essence. As he pulls out, his cock softening, you hold him tightly, savoring the moment. The two of you lie together, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, content and at peace with the world.

As the day progresses, you and Felix decide to take a trip to the store to pick up some groceries. The sun is shining brightly, and the air is crisp with a hint of fall in the air.

After some time, you two forgot you had lost control in the heat of the moment and had unprotected sex on that day.

In the next few weeks, you decided to focus on getting healthy and decided to join the gym. You spend hours at the gym, working out and eating healthy meals. One day, as you're lifting weights, you feel a sudden rush of dizziness. You stumble out of the gym and find a nearby bench to sit down. Felix is right by your side, looking worried.

Soon enough you become unconscious. Felix started panicking. When you wake up, you're in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and concerned faces. Felix is sitting beside you, holding your hand tightly. "My love, are you okay?" He asks, his voice trembling with fear. You try to speak, but your throat feels dry and scratchy. "what happened…? I can't remember well." You feel weak.

The doctor steps in, a concerned look on his face. "Miss, you were found unconscious at the gym. We're not sure what caused it, but we're running some tests to figure it out." He explains. Felix nods, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Felix ….I'm scared." You say weakly. Felix squeezes your hand reassuringly. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll get through this together. Just focus on getting better, okay?" He says with a gentle smile. You manage a small smile back at him, feeling a little better knowing that he's by your side.

You wait for the doctor to tell you the results. As the days pass, the doctors run numerous tests but still can't find anything wrong with you. You start to worry, and Felix remains by your side throughout the whole ordeal. After some time passes, the doctor finally approaches you with the results. "Miss, we've run all the tests we can think of, and we still can't find anything wrong with you. However, we think it might be best if you took a pregnancy test just to be sure." The doctor suggests. You look at Felix, who nods encouragingly.

[neopuppy]

Who do you think it's the nastiest in nct? (in a sexual way ofc)

I feel like both jaemin and jaehyun give off some perturbing vibes, i love jeno, specially fanfic jeno ( I'm joking hahaha), but he screams very nice to me , just like Johnny, i mean they can be nasty but it's not in a perturbed way idk if you get me

I think I’ve said this before but I think nearly all of them would be such a disappointment irl lmao. thats why fanfics cool, bc its not likely we’ll ever fuck any of them to find out anyway, and even if we did….. most of them probably wouldn’t live up to the fantasy in our minds idk

(like for example: the way czennies like to convince themselves that Judy must be fucking someone…..meanwhile she on here reading my Jeno fics like the rest of you🤷🏻‍♀️ idk if I had the real thing….why would I be reading abt the fictional one!!! but thats my opinion😬)

if I had to say who’s ever implied they could get nasty nasty it’s probably Taeyong or Ten, but I don’t wanna think about TY fucking and Ten……nctzens have really ruined my ability to fangirl for him. they try to do this with my other biases, like as far as twitters concerned Jeno’s a flaming homosexual baby girl, and he could be who knows! but as a heterosexual cis gendered woman……I’m looking at men who have never discussed their sexual preferences with us as fans and sell us a fantasy and going with that. so. its hard though when it feels like a major part of the fandom are very abrasive with their opinions that are bible according to them……I guess Jeno personally told them all that he lets Jaemin top him idk idk🤨

I don’t think Johnny would be nasty persay BUT I think he’d be one of the least awkward/more passionate and accommodating? like he’d make you feel the most comfortable and dare I say…..talk you through it😮‍��� I’m sure he could get nastyish tho, but I see him as very ~gentle giant~ in reality, he’s a little too good at that sweet easy going persona for me to not believe it’s not partially true. STILL…….MY FICTIONAL JOHNNY LAYS PIPE DOWNNNN, breeding kink, daddy kink, and medium dom bc he can go soft or hard with you😗 this has a lot to do with maturity as I do see him as one of the more level headed and mature members, but also I’m kind of extreme delusional abt Johnny so……

I think Jaemin would be an absolute dud in bed, sorry guys ,!:&&,/‘amzmmamxmx he gives boring, not freaky, and like…..traditional. he prob hits two positions at most. a shame bc my fictional Jaemin…….he’s wild.

dare I say………Jeno’s probably a lover, he’s so soft I can’tttttttt. BUT I know there’s a beast there, and his stamina’s definitely crazy, I do think he likes some emotional sex though, but…..whatever😅

idk who else could be freaky, I feel like the fandom leans to painting Taeyong/Yuta/Ten that way since they experiment more with their looks(understandable, as a goth thot stereotype myself). ultimately it’s more about what their partners comfortable with. not everyone’s into getting nasty……can’t relate, but hey we’ll always have fanfic🤝💚

[anincompletelist]

happy sunday! :D

oh boy okay I ate GOOD today -- thank you to @kiwiana-writes @magicandarchery @zwiazdziarka @happiness-of-the-pursuit @getmehighonmagic for the tags!!! I will honestly never get over how talented y'all are, I was GIGGLING and KICKING MY FEET and YODELING the whole way through <3

once again this is probably more than six sentences, but I just finished this scene with alex and nora from bridesmaids and I adore it so !! enjoy! :D

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“Sure. Definitely not. Just a gay man and a bisexual man, both ridiculously attractive and with a history of vehement sexual tension, having a completely heterosexual conversation about the nuances of homosexuality.” She clicks her tongue. “Yeah. That tracks.”  

“Vehement. What the fuck? Did you download that Word of the Day app again?” 

“Wait, I’ve got a better one,” she continues, ignoring him. “A gay and a bisexual walk into a bar—” 

“Stop it. I’m dying and you’re over there making jokes about it.” 

“I don’t know the punchline to that one, but they definitely end up doing each other in the bathroom. For sure.” 

Alex makes an indignant noise. “I wouldn’t do Henry in a bathroom, thank you very much.” 

“Oh, now he has standards,” she taunts. “What happened to pushing him up against the nearest flat surface and tackling him to the ground? Is that very chivalrous or sanitary?” 

“I’m the most chivalrous chival-er to ever chival. Or— yeah. Whatever.” He picks at a loose thread on her sweater. “And I would most definitely make sure the bathroom was at least clean before—” 

“I fucking knew it,” she barks a laugh, tossing her head backward. “You’re ridiculous.”

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have I mentioned how excited I am to share this fic with ya'll? because I'M SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS FIC WITH YA'LL :D we crossed the 50k mark so hopefully just a little left to go!

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hope you're all doing well!

xx

[imtoolazytoo]

So I finished Malevolent episode 12! And I got thoughts!

Spoilers under the little photo cause I… still can’t figure out how to make read more/keep reading links on tumblr mobile :,)

(Heheh I doodled them last night)

Jaune… John… God dammit

I had a feeling John might be The King In Yellow, but I didn’t wanna believe it! But he has humanity now. And… He doesn’t want to kill Arthur. He care him. I don’t care if it’s not canon I say homosexual activities are at play.

Arthur is really doing the Jonathan Sims speedrun any percent. (TMA S1 spoilers here!) I don’t know what’s worse: Being buried into by thousands of tiny worms or having a giant larvae (???) cling onto your stomach and suck the blood out of it! Either way: EEEEWWW

HE CARE HIM

The sounds of Arthur’s happiness and lil chuckles are giving me life

Happiness is stored in the Orthor

The implication that The King can’t fully take over Arthur’s mind not just because of John’s humanity, but because of the memory that Arthur has of his daughter… do not talk to me for 3 to 5 business days

WHAT HAPPENED TO HER, MAN?!?

Love how not listening to John about the lamp immediately screwed Arthur over. Listen to your husband more often, Arthur. Kiss his hand maybe why don’t you do that huh I’d say that’s a good apology oh my god I love them

My screams at Arthur have gone from screams of pure frustration to screams of pure frustration AND concern! Character growth!!! Good for you Arthur!

Oh yeah Kellin’s here. Hi Kellin :D

Fuck I hope I can finish writing this before I get to the bus stop

The dreamlands! WHOOHOO! But also! Oh no!

I didn’t think we’d get answers for what bound John and Arthur in the first season, but I’m not complaining!

…I’m sorry to give some of you older fans a heart attack… But in terms of homestuck classpecting I think John would be a Prince of Void. I’m so sorry.

JOHN. CARE. HIM!

So. That’s most of my thoughts. I LOOOOOVED THIS PODCAST!!! I never thought I’d be able to find anything that recreated what TMA meant to me, and while I still think that… DAMN, THIS IS CLOSE!!! And it’s its own little experience to seperate the two and make this so amazing and RAH RAH RAH I LOVE THIS I LOVE YOU MALEVOLENT HARLAN GUTHRIE I APPLAUD YOU!!!

But I do have one big thought in my head. I’m assuming the goal of season 2 will be to kill or just defeat The King In Yellow in order to keep Arthur’s body safe and escape the Dreamlands. But here’s the thing. If John is a part of The King’s soul… wouldn’t killing The King kill John as well? What if we get given the choice of killing The King or sparing him to save John, and Arthur chooses mercy? Because as much as he wants his body back, he doesn’t want to lose John??? I WOULD SCREAM!

And I swear to The King himself if I get reblogs like “You sweet Summer child” “No one tell her” “Oh you poor soul” like I did on my Faroe post I will throw kitchen appliances out of windows

That’s not a metaphor I just think breaking wooden spoons would do the least financial damage to me

[munsonfamilyband]

Part 5 of Different Meeting AU

This part is going to be very sappy, enjoy! The boys do imply a little bit more about their sex life so TW for this part: implied sexual content, discussion of torture, mentions of character death

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After Steve left the trailer park, he strapped the new bag of Eddie's things to his bike with the food, grabbed his backpack and started biking toward the lake. To stay out of sight he followed the train tracks, then split off from the woods when he reached Holland road. He pulled up to the house and hid his bike around the back, hurrying over to the boat house.

Steve carefully opened the door, peeking his head inside. "Eddie? I'm back, where are you?" At that, Eddie threw the tarp off and nearly ran to pull Steve into a hug. Steve could feel the anxiety thrumming off of Eddie like a physical thing and just held him tighter for a moment before finally pulling back to look him in the eyes. Eddie gave him a small smile, eyes still tight.

"Hey, did you get snacks?"

"Yeah, I grabbed you some clothes too. Went to see the guys, let them know what happened. I saw Wayne too, he was smart enough to hide anything illegal or incriminating before he called the cops this morning, so I have all of your drugs and my clothes from your place. He did leave the handcuffs and condoms though, probably figured they didn’t scream Homosexual too much." Steve quickly spoke up when he saw the almost feral grin on Eddie's face, "and I am glad he did, we do not need to be getting carried away while hiding from the cops." Eddie's grin dropped, practically pouting.

"Not even a little carried away? It’s not like we ever really use the condoms anymore."

"Eddie, we had sex like two days ago. And we don’t exactly have the ability to clean up around here.”

"Tell me about it, that's two whole days." Steve just rolled his eyes, ignoring the warmth he always feels in his chest whenever Eddie shows how much he wants him.

"C'mon, horndog, let's go into the house. We never cleaned up our picnic last weekend so all the blankets and pillows are still out. I brought our book too, so you can read to me tonight." Steve held out his hand, Eddie grabbing it quickly and pressing a kiss to the back of it as the head toward Steve's bike. They grab the bags and head into the house, setting them down on the kitchen table. "The food is in the duffle bag, can you put it away while I talk to Robin and let her know I'm back? I promised I would walkie to tell her." Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to Steve's shoulder as he passed him to go put the food away.

Steve dug his walkie out of his backpack and tuned into the right channel. "Robin, are you there?"

"Steve! Did you get back to the lake okay?"

"Yeah, I just got back. I stopped by the trailer on the way here and saw Wayne, he had all my stuff packed up from the trailer, along with any incriminating items." Robin snorted through the walkie talkie.

"So he found all of Eddie's drugs and sex toys?"

"No!" Steve paused as he blushed. “We don’t leave that stuff at the trailer.” He only blushed more when Robin’s laugh came through the walkie.

“But he found all the drugs?”

"Shut up, Robs. Yes, Wayne found all of Eddie’s drugs. I just wanted to let you know I got back safe. Now can I get back to my boyfriend?”

"Good. Also, you're welcome, by the way. I managed to keep Dustin from outing you, I figured you would want to tell Nancy yourself." Steve sighed softly, so unbelievably grateful for his best friend.

"Thank you, Robbie. I'll have to find a time to tell he when we all meet up to plan, hopefully soon."

"Yeah, Nance actually was at the trailer park earlier. She said she had gone to investigate and ran into Eddie's uncle, he said something about Victor Creel? She said he was like a crazy murder from the 50s so I think we're planning on going to the library tomorrow to do some research."

"Alright, keep me posted on whatever you learn. I'm starving and I know Eddie must be too, so I'm going to go make us some food. Stay safe, Rob, over and out." Steve listened to her quick goodbye and pushed down the antenna of the walkie, setting it on the table before heading into the kitchen. "You hungry? I know I am." Eddie was sitting on the counter, flipping a butter knife in an attempt to look cool.

"I'm always hungry, and I have definitely missed your food this week." Steve smiled at him and got out the ingredients for quick goulash, knowing it was one of Eddie's favorites.

"I meant to tell you, Wayne wanted me to let you know that he never thought you were guilty." Glancing over at Eddie, Steve could see his shoulders visibly relax. Clearly, that had been weighing heavily on his mind.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, he knew you would be worried about him thinking you were like your dad, and he wanted you to know that he never did."

"I love that old man." Steve laughed, leaning his hip against Eddie's knee where he was still sitting on the counter.

"He loves you too." Steve cooked quickly, getting their food together so they could move into the living room to eat. Once their food was in bowl, he and Eddie went into the living room, sitting down on the blankets they left there.

After a few minutes of eating quietly, with only the sounds of the silverware and Eddie’s knee bouncing to fill the silence, Eddie finally spoke up. “So…. Tortured by Russians?” Steve sighed, setting his mostly empty bowl down on the floor. Without commenting first, Steve turned and grabbed the bag with his items in it, pulling it closer. He dig through the front zipper pouch and pulled out a small square box, opened it and pulled out a small blue piece of plastic that he carefully wrapped around his left ear. Steve saw the realization on Eddie’s face when he looked up, Eddie reaching a hand out to gently touch his left ear. “Sugar, why didn’t you say something?”

“I was scared, mostly. With the kids... I'm the one who keeps them safe, I didn't want to give them a reason to think I couldn't do that anymore." Steve looked at his hands as he spoke but was forced to look up when Eddie cupped both of his cheeks in his hands.

"Stevie, they are always going to need you around, it is okay to need help sometimes. So, from now on, you are going to promise that you will wear that hearing aid, understand?" Steve stared at Eddie for a moment before he nodded, placing his hands over Eddie's and just keeping him there. The moment was broken when a sharp pain radiated from behind Steve's left eye and he gasped, dropping Eddie's hands to push his palm into the eye socket in an attempt to stop the pain. "Migraine?"

"Fuck, yeah. Of course I didn't bring my good meds with me, shit it's bad." Steve squeezed his eyes shut to keep out the lights and he heard Eddie stand and walk away. Distantly Steve heard the stairs creak then footsteps on the second floor, before the stairs creaked again and Eddie was sitting in front of him once more.

"These aren't your good ones but I figured some motrin is as good as we can get right now. Here, give me your hand and I'll give you the pills." Keeping his eyes shut, Steve put out one of his hands and felt three pills be placed into it. After he popped them into his mouth, Eddie grabbed his hand and placed a glass of water in it so he could swallow the pills. "Good. Did something set it off? Normally you have a trigger."

"Well I would say I'm pretty stressed today so that would explain it." Eddie huffed a quiet laugh.

"Alright, that's fair. Let's lay down for a bit and once you're feeling a bit better we can keep talking." Steve let himself be guided to laying down and he curled himself against Eddie, using his chest to block out the light. Once the medicine kicked in Steve was able to shift backwards enough to look up at Eddie who was looking right back at him. "Meds doing their job, honey?"

"Yeah, you still want to hear about last summer?" Eddie nodded and Steve sighed, closing a fist around Eddie's shirt and gripping it tight. "Alright, well we told you about how we found out that the Russian's had a base under the mall but we didn't explain how we got into it. We had to drag Erica in, which I still feel so guilty for because she was only 10, and she went through the vents to get into this storage room they had on the loading dock. She opened the doors for us and we all went inside to investigate but the doors shut behind us and locked. Next thing I know the room is dropping because it was actually an elevator. We got stuck in that elevator for hours before some guards came to collect stuff from the room and we got out of there only to have to walk for miles. I think Erica actually knows how far we traveled but I wasn't there when she did the math so I don't know how far it was."

"Wait, Erica just did the math for how long you guys traveled?"

"Yeah, Dustin said she did at least. That's why he calls her a nerd apparently. Anyway, we got to the center of the base and Erica spotted the comms room, I won a fight against a Russian guard and then we found the gate they were opening to the Upside Down. At that point, Dustin and I knew this was really really bad. Then the alarms went off and we all had to run. We got cornered in a supply closet and Rob and I held the door shut so the kids could get into the vents and escape."

"You didn't..."

"I did. I couldn't let them get ahold of Dustin and Erica and Rob wouldn't leave me behind so we got captured. I knew Robin would start talking if she had the chance because she was nervous so I decided... I decided I would just be louder and more annoying so she wouldn't be their main focus. It worked and we got taken to separate rooms where I-" Steve cut off, his throat closing up from the memories of what he experienced in that bunker. "I would rather not go into detail, but, uh, they kept asking who I worked for and I had nothing to say other than the truth which they didn't like. I got knocked out eventually and when I came to I was tied back to back with Robin in a different room. She was yelling about needing a doctor and she said that she thought I might have been dead because she couldn't see me breathing. I'm pretty sure that was the broken ribs though."

"Jesus H Christ, Stevie. They nearly beat you to death."

"After I came to they asked us more questions before deciding that the best thing to do next was to give us some truth serum or something. They grabbed these syringes full of blue stuff and stuck it right in our necks. That's why I'm so spooked by needles now."

"Shit, that- well, that explains so much. sweetheart. I cannot believe you went through that and are still willing to put yourself in more danger."

"Yeah, well, the kids would get involved no matter what, and you're involved now. There was no way I would leave you to deal with this alone. There, um. There is something else. I think now that you know everything, it’s probably a good time to mention it.” Steve tilted his head up so his chin was resting against Eddie’s sternum and felt Eddie push a hand under his shirt to rest against the small of his back, radiating heat and comfort.

“What’s up? I thought I knew everything at this point, do you have another head injury to tell me about?” Steve huffed out a laugh, he could tell Eddie was trying to lighten the mood for both of them. He was so glad that he didn’t have to hide things anymore, even if he was terrified about Eddie being involved in the Upside Down.

“So, uh, I’m pretty sure we mentioned how after Billy beat me up in ‘84 Hopper took me to the hospital, right?”

“Yeah, someone mentioned it.”

“Cool, um, the thing is that wasn’t just it. After-after the hospital figured out my parents weren’t coming, Hop stepped in as uh, he said in loco parentis, but basically he was acting as my parent since I was still 17. He ended up bringing me back to his cabin after they discharged me, the hospital didn’t want me to be alone since it was a grade 3 concussion and I had the cuts on my head from the plate.” He felt Eddie’s hand curl a little tighter around his waist at the mention of the head injury again and Steve pressed a kiss to Eddie’s chest. “I’m glad he stepped up, I didn’t have anyone else. But, after that, I don’t know how it happened, somehow I sort of got absorbed into their little family. El and I got really close and that’s why I’m close with Max, and Hop-“ Steve paused as his throat closed up, it had been so long since he had even talked about Hopper’s death and it still hurt. “He became the first real father figure I had ever had. But then, Starcourt happened and he-“ This time Eddie cut him off, pulling him close so Steve didn’t have to push himself to say it.

“I know, I saw the news. I’m so sorry, princess. I had no idea you were close to him.”

“It wasn’t a long time, just around 8 months but it was enough for me to get attached to both of them. And now-now he’s gone and El’s in California, which is the best place for her but it still hurts. It’s why I was so emotional about Wayne just… accepting me the way he did. Hop had just… it had only been a few weeks and Wayne was so much like him. He’s- Wayne has helped a lot with that healing, he and Hop would have gotten along really well, I think.”

Eddie paused, just holding Steve close and rubbing his back gently. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” He hummed gently before shifting them around so he was pressed up against Steve’s back. “Wayne really loves you. Sometimes I think he loves you more than me.” Steve just laughed, holding Eddie’s hands in his own. 

“No way, you’re his son, Eds. He does care though which I appreciate.”

They lapse into silence, just holding each other before Steve suddenly snorts a laugh.

“I don’t think Hop would have liked you very much.” Eddie pauses for a moment and then starts laughing. 

“Absolutely not, you’re totally right. I don’t think he would want a drug dealer hanging out with his kid. Much less dating that kid.”

“I saw how he was with Mike, and that was just because he thought Mike was annoying. I think you dodged a bullet, possibly literally.” Eddie just laughed and held Steve closer to him. "Eds?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you doing? With all of this stuff." He can hear and feel Eddie sigh against the back of his neck and Eddie squeezes Steve's hand.

"Honestly?... Shit, Stevie, I'm scared out of my mind. For me, for you, for Robbie, for those god damn kids. I was prepared to have a spring break full of alone time where we got laughably high and fucked on just about every surface in this house. Now? I'm potentially on the run for murder and there's an evil wizard from another dimension that can possess people and kill them without leaving any evidence. If you hadn't shown up in that boat house, I think I would have gone insane."

"Eddie, it's okay to be terrified, you know? The first time, hell, the second time too, that I did this I thought I was going crazy. I couldn't stand having the lights off and any time I saw a bulb flicker I jumped. Even last time, you know what I did to just be able to sleep. You're allowed to be scared. So you and I are just going to lean on each other and we can make it through this." Steve felt wetness on his neck and knew Eddie had been crying at some point, so he turned around to face him and he pressed a kiss to Eddie's nose. He was smiling but when they were able to see each other's faces Steve saw Eddie frown.

"Is your nose bleeding?" Eddie asked before Steve reached a hand up and wiped under his nose, finding blood on his fingers when he pulled them away.

"That hasn't happened in a while. Don't worry though, sometimes it happens with the headaches."

"Alright, if you're sure." Steve just curled back up against Eddie without further comment as Eddie's hand carded through his hair. "You want me to read a bit before we go to bed."

"Yes please." He felt Eddie twist to grab their book before a kiss was pressed to the top of his head and Eddie started to read.

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And that's it for this part. I had the part about Hopper written days ago but I wasn't sure how to work it in until today. I'm obsessed with Accidental Parent Hopper who stumbles into being a father for two kids.

Also, there is a good bit of foreshadowing in this chapter, both from the show and some of my own

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[blueshistorysims]

Early January 1909, Willow Creek College, England

“How was your winter holiday?” Joel asked the moment Byron stepped into their dorm. 

“Horrible. I thought summer break was bad, but…” He sighed. “My poor sister.”

Upon returning home for the summer, Alexander and Byron learned of the argument Edeline had with their parents, and her refusal to even eat dinner with their mother. Byron pitied his sister greatly, and he felt anger at his mother for saying such horrible things. The summer only got worse since Alexander smartly decided to spend all his free time with his beau Edith so they could snog all day, leaving Byron to comfort his two sisters.

Christmas had only multiplied the awkwardness. Edeline still refused to speak to their mama, and Rebecca refused to apologize. Byron honestly thought that Edeline was going to run away and never come back, and he wouldn’t blame her. He had never been more glad in his life to leave after New Year’s.

“Well, maybe they will make amends.”

“I pray to God that they do,” he muttered, sitting next to his friend. 

“I still can’t believe next year is your last.”

“I know,” Byron replied. “I’m turning 14 next month, and I’m already looking at universities.”

“Good luck.”

The friendship he had with Joel was far different from the friendship he had with Reggie. It was a different connection, a different feeling, and Byron didn’t know how to describe it. He was always happier when Joel was there, and sometimes, when they messed around, and Joel would touch him, his heart fluttered. 

He didn’t know what to make of his feelings, so he went to the one place he found refuge, the library. More often than not, he found himself reading Leaves of Grass by Walt Wittman, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, among others, books that had been decried by Victorian society for their depictions of homosexuality, and yet, he couldn’t stop reading them. The words were comforting, relatable.

So perhaps it wasn’t surprising that it dawned on him, reading in the library late at night that reason why he connected with the words so much. The descriptions of the men and their relationships was how he felt about Joel. He was attracted to Joel. He was attracted to men.

The revelation shocked him, and if he hadn’t been in a library, he would have screamed. He liked men? That couldn’t be. He’d had crushes on girls in the past. He liked women. He was horrified by the thought. 

Unknowing what else to do, he went back to his room, close to tears, and to his relief, found it empty. He slammed the door shut and sat on the floor, leaning against his bed. “My god,” he whispered, tears spilling from his eyes.

So of course, five minutes later, the door opened, and Joel walked in, pointing at something. “Byron, are you  in t-what’s wrong?” He asked, surprised to see the state his friend was in. 

Byron looked up and wanted the scream. He was the last person he wanted to see. “...It-it’s nothing.”

Joel frowned and sat next to him. “I know we’ve only each other this year, but you can trust me. I consider you one of my closest friends.”

Byron wanted to scream. Instead, he wiped his face and shook his head. “...I couldn’t. I shan’t. Besides, isn’t it normal for us Englishmen to ignore our feelings and never speak of them?”

He laughed. “I am not like most Englishmen, Byron. I don’t think you are either.”

He turned to him, unsure of what to make of his words. “...What?”

Joel swallowed, his face growing pale. “I’ve seen what you’ve been reading lately,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m about to do something very stupid.”

Byron barely processed what his friend had said before Joel pressed his lips against his.

Byron blinked. Joel was kissing him. He was kissing Joel. He liked kissing Joel. After a second, he just closed his eyes and went with it, deciding for once not to care about the consequences. 

[sleepdeprivedsimp101]

Kakyoin X Reader "His Earings" (One Shot)

As a flaming homosexual, Kakyoin has always made me look in the other direction. It's like the joke about how you're gay but you're straight for that one guy/girl. That's how I felt when I first saw Kakyoin. So at the time that I was falling for this man I wrote a little something something. Enjoy :)

Warnings: Fluff, and some flirting.

Word Count: 517

This is during crusaders and you get put in a room with Kakyoin because he’s one of the guys who definitely drinks his respect women’s juice. Also, Polnareff wanted to room with Jotaro that night. 

Kakyoin was sleeping in one of the beds and you were up because you couldn’t sleep. You try to find ways to entertain yourself until you realize Kakyoin took off his earrings and they were sitting on his nightstand. 

You take the opportunity to try them on As you did you smile in the mirror, happy with the view and making weird faces imitating Kakyoin. Like, “Polnareff, stop fooling around we need to defeat the stand user.” Or “This restaurant is really nice I’m going to be super extra and get something that screams I’m fancy.” 

Now finally getting tired you go back into the room and grab your other pairs of pj’s because the ones you were wearing were too hot from fooling around. Coming back from the bathroom with your new outfit you flop down on your bed and finally fall asleep. 

The next morning Kakyoin is the first one to wake up and starts getting ready. 

(because he actually takes the longest to get ready, too busy trying to get that right curl in the hair.) 

Then he realizes he can’t find his earrings.

Looking around everywhere, he eventually spotted you sound asleep and saw that you still had his earrings on.

Smiling to himself out of cuteness, he chuckles a bit.

“Well, that's a sight I will enjoy.” 

Letting it be, he chills in one of the chairs reading his book.

When you wake up you head to the restroom to get ready.

Kakyoin follows you and leans on the door frame with one hand on his hip like the sassy boi he is.

Rubbing your eyes with your head down, you finally look up when he says.

“Good morning ‘Kakyoin’, how’d you sleep?”

Jumping at the sudden comment you look at yourself and at Kakyoin through the mirror.

Finally realizing that you still had on his earring you turn back to him flushed and embarrassed.

“My bad I was just messing around. A-and-”

He Cuts you off by lifting up your chin gently but enough for you to meet his eyes. Then smiles his sweet smile as he tilts your face side to side so that he can get a good look at the earring on you.

“You don’t need to apologize silly, besides...”

He then turned you back around to the mirror so that you could see yourself and him standing behind you with his hands around your arms.

And one of them lifts up to lightly touch one of the earrings and proceeds to get real close to your ear.

“I think they look lovely on you, it even makes the blush on your cheeks cuter.”

As he whispered those words you then shut down with more heat rising to your face and shiver at the sound of his voice messing with you.   

He even let you wear them during breakfast with the other guys.

Random thought: Has that really been living in your head rent-free?

Me: yeah why? 

Random thought: Well I’m just concerned. I mean you thought about the same thing with Polnareff and you drew yourself wearing the earring, bought them, and wrote about it. Are you okay?

Me: Yes I am, I'm just a hopeless romantic :)

[moraius]

Pinned post! ✨✨✨

Hello! I'm Moraius (and you guys can call me Seibaa, or C3 for short). This is my artblog, where I usually post about my OCs, Canon x OC, and studies in school...and old women yuri-

Y-yeah, I go 'gay gay homosexual gay' mode here.

For now, I'll repost old content. Next month? Who knows.

And I want to say that I love to make things up (headcanons) so Im gonna randomly spit them here without any explanation thank you-

OCs TIME 💖💖💖

(I'm actually pretty lazy going again into them so I suggest you guys read the Carrd first then ask me about them cuz I-)

Tags: #fe3h oc, #lynden, #cassandra

FE3H: Lynden: Here!

Cassandra: Here!

FEH:

Tags: #feh oc, #minerva

Minerva: Here!

Ships:

Fire Emblem (3H/H/Engage):

Rhea x platonic!everyone (yeah I’m only Rhea-)

Halloween! Rhea x Fallen! Rhea (x Summer! Rhea)

M!Setleth

M!Dimileth

F!Edeleth

Manuela x Hanneman

Lumera x Eve

Honkai Star Rail:

Kafka x Himeko

Serval x Cocolia

Acheron x Black Swan

Bronya x Seele

Gepard x Sampo

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Notice:

This is like just some ‘fun’ notices tbh, it’s just something I wanna warn first before shit happens but yeah:

I don’t like [All x Rhea x All] except for platonic ships.

But if you like it? 🫵 Fine by me tho- Just don’t…scream the ships right at my face many times and we will be good tbh. Respect each others’ boundaries and I won’t scream about the ships you guys feel uncomfortable.

Will update more if the school doesn't kill me

[bluiex]

i put it in google docs to check the word count it’s a bit over 1000 words so that’s fun, but without further ado, i present:

funny things i have read in smut:

“Then he hit the bundle of nerves that fanfic readers are all too familiar with.”

“Luckily he is also a slippery motherfucker.”

“inexperienced in the art of giving giant people hand jobs.”

“Getting cock blocked my a church!”

“I’m not a food (name)”

“unsure why (name) was treating him like he was at the dentist”

“Also when they arrived (name) threw a plushie at them, hitting (name) square in the face.”

“I-uh I wh-uhm I”

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!”

“(name) smiled “sure just don’t kill me””

“(name) would probably just scold them and then offer some advice and (name) would probably just laugh and offer to punch (name)’s stomach or some bullshit. “

“She then sauntered her way back to the over-eager man laying in an idiotic position on the bed, probably trying to be mock-seductive.”

“"What? Don't you like what you see?"”

“he let out a shaky breath and stood up straight(gay)”

“(name) finds out where all the missing orphans went, and no, it’s not Technoblade.”

“(very unimaginative for a nonhuman, what were his parents thinking?)”

“it was at that moment that (name) had internally asked himself three questions: am I really considering sex with a dragon? Is this really what my life has come to? Dragon fucking?”

“" Sorry gang I have to take the fattest piss in the whole year."”

“"I just don't think you are gonna be screaming pickles in the middle of fucking-"”

“Angry at (name) for even having the audacity to be alive and breathing.”

““Look, I’m your chambermaid not your chambertherapist,””

““I saw a man purchasing cocaine from another man.” He mentioned offhandedly.”

“"Fuck you" he responded, lowering himself to lay on the monsters chest and stomach.

'That's what your doing'”

“Author: Am eating cucumber”

“(name” smirked with delight, reaching down to poke at his cloaca”

“he got so many new experiences (yes, even beans on toast)”

“”did you just.. call me dude in a romantic way?”

““Were you expecting me to say ‘it’s dishonourable to attack when not ready!’?””

“(names) hands are shaking so much that he might actually shoot one of them in the foot. Which would seriously kill the mood.”

“Is he not also deserving of being a sexy pirate with huge tits?”

“He doesn’t know what he’ll do if (name) pulls away and starts talking again. Cry, probably.”

“sorry i was possessed by an evil spirit called homosexuality writing this”

“im normal *paces around my cage*”

“i need to fuck this himbo.”

“am I saying that gay sex is the solution to relationship problems? Absolutel- *dies*”

“and precisely nothing changes between Pearl and Scott.”

“the real fantasy here is having a shower that's big enough for more than one person lmao”

“not like he was thinking of boneing (name) or (name) anytime soon.”

“(name) has eaten (name) out (wow that's really a sentence I just typed)”

“Tea anon *shakes you like a maraca*”

“because holy hell (name) has got to have some absolutely incredible thighs”

“I know that we all universally agree that (name) has the biggest dick on the server”

“I just think they should fuck and it would solve all their problems. Or make them worse, but at least they’d have fucked <3”

““tiddies plz? May I have a face full of them?””

“(especially after he's been fucked into the next century by her-)”

“When he is satisfyied and (name) is a right mess and a little hard- (name) just leaves lmao”

“You have my utmost respect and love person who suggested it I will give you a handshake”

“Hi I have a headache the size of Texas but that doesn’t stop the Headcanons from plaguing me like visions.”

“(name) just walkin around butt ass naked, dick out :sobs: /pos”

“getting the fucked and bred into the next century-“

“"he's a fucking dumbass jesus christ i want to bear his children"”

“(name) lingered, because he was a simple man, and couldn’t turn down a chance to look at (name)’s ass. In his defence, it was not a bad choice. Man.”

“Not that burying his face in (name)’s tits was a bad time,”

“(name) slurred out a grumbling complaint, so far from any word that (name) was almost impressed.”

“(name), I am going to set you on fire, please.”

“(name) raised his eyebrows at (name)’ choice to not wear underwear. The man was truly feral sometimes.”

“This goes even harder (hehe)”

“Why do school work when imaginary men can fuck in our heads *gets run over*”

“Unfortunately, it covered all of (name)’s actual ass,”

“his eyes relaxing and focusing in on the much nicer view of (name)’s chest.”

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?””

“little panting sounds as he tried to remember how to breathe.”

“He needed to scream into a pillow, like, now. And then do other things with that pillow”

“She could talk to him however the fuck she wanted after riding him like that.”

“And my god if anyone saw his back they'd think he got attacked by a bear or something “

“(name)’s sense of time is a little – hah! – fucked right now.”

“resisted that dang mouth”

“(name) has two tits!”

“a worker is giving him a weird look for clearly having boner while staring at some bell peppers.”

“He really was a friend shaped nugget”

““If it's not a booty call I'm not interested,” “

“(name) bussy canonically has the power to unlock peoples closeted inner fruit”

“the glass was so fragile that gay sex was enough to shatter it”

“just waiting for (name) to calm down. (name) also waits for (name) to calm down.”

“and enjoy the ride””

“nor does (name) actually get off on being commanded to fuck. (well, he might. i've never asked.)”

““I’m at a vulnerable time in my species transition and you’re making sex slave jokes?””

““Well, stop being horny for five seconds and let me finish explaining.””

“Gotta have a weird gay thing going with at least one of your friends at all times.””

““Oh no, your dick is broken! I’m prescribing you blow jobs~””

“trying to look calm and collected. like a cucumber.”

“giving it the sloppiest toppy he could in his state.”

-🍞

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!” I felt that. LOL

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?”” FAVE FAVE FAVE

[spyrkle4]

Reaction to the post ch2 pt 1 trivia : D

i’m putting under a read more in case you don’t want ~spoilers~ but I just wanted to share my thoughts on some of the fun facts from asking the drdt dev right here

-I didn’t know that America Hope’s Peak was basically college so I feel like all the college au writers in the fandom are vindicated rn XD

-Xander being sneaky w/ his tounge piercing to bend the “no piercing” rule at his school. Xander would be that kid who bends the school rules esp the dress codes

-Someone asked drdt dev what David’s new default sprite was and dev does answer and shows the sprite of him w/ one of his hands gesturing out and I cackled XD like of course that would be his default sprite

lowkey I wanna draw him w/ nail polish now 

-The confirmation that Richard Spurling and Duke Spurling are brothers

-Someone did a post theorizing that Duke was probably alive during the Tragedy era and was influenced by Despair which. has me screaming fr

honestly I love the lorebuilding that is the post-Tragedy era for drdt’s setting I need more of this in my life

-Veronika canonically being confirmed to be pan is something I did not see coming but it makes 100% sense

-Also Ace being gay gives me strong “homophobic homosexual” vibes (sorry not sorry) 

-Charles being under the impression a dog bite scar he has is a birthmark has me ?????? bro got gaslighted fr can we talk about this. Charles blink twice if you need help

-Levi having an unruly sweet tooth makes me laugh, he would’ve eaten that whole cake in chapter 1 if he could, wouldn’t he XD

-Teruko’s least fav color being black and Nico’s least fav color being white bc “unsettling” gives me the vibes it’s bc of the whole “people in drdt-verse are conditioned to be unsettled by monochrome things”

-Ace having 9 siblings. I’m. I have questions. Also the fact that he sometimes wishes he was shorter (bc of jockeying) is lowkey a mood and i hate it

disclaimer: I’m not a jockey I just wish I was shorter

-Rose’s favorite ice cream flavor being red velvet

-Rose’s art mostly being paints (specifically oil paints)

-Her entire family being flower themed (SHE’S ALSO THE MIDDLE CHILD AND SHE HAS 2 MOMS. I LOVE HER)

drdt dev tysm for the Rose facts she is my favorite (please don’t kill her)

-the concept art of beta Arei holding a glock. She’d be that kid to point a nerf gun at someone and go PEW PEW PEW

-OH MY GOD DEV ANSWERED MY ASK ABOUT THE SIBLING CHARACTERS WHICH IM VERY HAPPY ABOUT

-Also I stan Ryan Rosales 

-Xander overseasoning his foods is a hilarious concept to me, I also have the mental image of him being able to enjoy really spicy food due to his poor sense of taste and everyone around him being like “?!?!?!?!?!?!” 

-DAVID WEARS HAIRCLIPS BC HIS MANAGER TOLD HIM TO I’M?!?!?!

-HE HAS A MANAGER?!

Disclaimer: I know nothing about the inner mechanisms on how an inspirational speaker does their job

-Whit being the best chef makes me feel validated af about the time I wrote charwhit cooking 

[ari-a1357]

I was bored so I did this for vanlock lol

In summary, these two are polar opposites in most areas, so they complement each other quite well IMO. If you wanna see more of my brainrot, read my vanlock fic on AO3 :D

For explanations + extra headcanons, keep reading (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR DGS2):

Barok being 4 inches/9 cm taller makes me think that he has to be the big spoon by default, at least most of the time. That’s also why I thought he was slightly more likely to lend his clothes to Herlock. Also Herlock likes to steal Barok’s cape and pretend to be a vampire.

Herlock canonically calls Barok, “Mr. Reaper” in the games. I don’t know if that counts as a pet name, but it’s the perfect mixture of playful and insulting which I think encapsulates their dynamic pretty well.

One thing some people might not realize is that the original depiction of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle is canonically queer. Yeah, it’s explicitly stated that Sherlock isn’t into women so none of that queerbaiting shit with Johnlock (looking at you Moffat) which is pretty progressive for the late 1800s. Many people speculate Sherlock to be aroace, and since I’m aroace, I like to believe Herlock Sholmes is also on the spectrum.

Obviously, the previous point ties into the horny levels. In my mind, Herlock constantly craves affection, both emotional and physical, but that doesn’t always translate to desiring sexual intimacy. It shifts frequently, much like his moods. Hence, the aceflux orientation. Barok’s horny level is more straightforward, which is the only straight thing about him lmao.

Barok gives off the vibe of a deeply repressed homosexual man with religious trauma, you can’t change my mind. That played a factor into some of my decisions with the sliders, especially his little relationship experience and dislike of PDA.

They’re from Victorian era London there are no cars lmao

I think it is canon that Herlock sucks at cooking or at least it’s heavily implied by the fact that his ten year old daughter does all the cooking. But he’s gotta be somewhat better than Barok who was raised in nobility and has likely never touched a stove in his life.

Barok isn’t scared of bugs (he’s been through much scarier things) but he also doesn’t like squashing them because it gets his expensive shoes dirty. Herlock screams about bugs not because he’s scared of them, but because he gets excited and wants to use them for his inventions.

I think some people might assume Barok is more overprotective since that’s what his character archetype typically falls under, but I’d argue that Herlock is far more overprotective, even to a fault. I mean, he kept so many secrets for ten whole years just to protect his daughter from the pain of knowing her biological father was a mass murderer. Also, he went all the way to Asia to prevent Kazuma from getting assassinated even though he’d never met the man. I rest my case.

The awkwardness level could be changed honestly. While Barok is an introvert, he’s also a highly skilled prosecutor so he is good at public speaking. On the other hand, he is probably terrible at socializing beyond polite conversations with coworkers since he likely doesn’t have friends other than Albert. Meanwhile, Herlock does and says a lot of awkward things, but he isn’t embarrassed about it in the slightest.

[dragon-phoenix-along]

👻🎶💤

starlight or lewis or both! it's up to you dude

I’m going to do Starlight just because I find the thought of an Animatronic screaming at something funny.

👻- Hc about something that scares them-👻

So I’m not nearly as feral for WtDW as my family, but I am a casual enjoyer. So some of these might be cannon, and some might go against, but they arnt called Head cannons for nothing!

A fear of being trapped, pinned, or being unable to move. I think this one was more like claustrophobia when he was Lewis, but now being a dramatic theater gay who doesn’t have to walk? He hates the idea of being stuck somewhere.

I’m going to say it’s the Starlight Animatronic not having good wiring in the legs, just so he isn’t as pathetic, but having a worse control of his limbs, and not being able to feel them as well. He’s afraid of losing them. A big part of Stars programming is acting, and you need your whole body to do that. (I belive) He also feels the pain of losing the limb. So losing or having any part of him trapped causes Star to panic.

Spiders, both from the collector, and because he’s close enough to the ceiling to run into every single one of their webs.

Also because they (at least once) crawled into one of his masks and spun a web.

metaphor about Sara and spiders or something

🎶-Hc for music -🎶

Because he’s stuck in what would essentially be Elementary school theater, you bet he knows so many songs.

Being the only performer (besides volunteers), I think Star spends his free time reading what scripts he can gets his hands on. And Musicals!

Shakespeare us something he preforms either alone or to Waitt (if he asks). Grease, Hairspray, Heathers and others.

Accidentally teaches Ribbon the song that never ends. Regrets it.

Star definitely taught everyone Disney songs, and taught Glory some soothing ones. (He may or may not have dropped the lyrics of a love song or two in a potentially dangerous place for Rex to find)

Being the theater twink he is, sings sad love songs before Waitt shows up. And then switched to slightly homosexual ones once he arrived.

Once Star confirmed himself to be Lewis, Waitt definitely showed him all the new stuff that had came out from his favorite singers.

Practices serenading Waitt.

💤-Hc about sleep-💤

Theater twink has nightmares

In full HD.

With his experience in dying, loss of Waitt, and possible view of other murders. His mind comes up with some pretty disturbing stuff.

Although I don’t think animatronics Sleep per say, they definitely dream. Going though his visual storage and deleting anything that’s unimportant, is something that happens.

As well as the manipulation of said viewings. The human mind is a strange thing. And a machines ability to remember is unparalleled.

[thevampirearchive]

Commentary on Interview With The Vampire - Episode 1 (Spoilers)

Shorter thoughts vers

Barely fully in and it already looks beautiful. Was the budget in the billions because this shit is so crisp, fuck!

Hannah Baker was out-fucking performed. TAPES RO HARRASS A DYING MAN WHO DIDNT USE YOUR VAMPIRE SECRET? Lestat would be so proud!

I am so happy this is the direction they chose — brining us to modern time, the only time I wanna hear about the pandemic in entertainment media. And all while humanity does, Louis is stuck in his high tower with some high tech ass Dubai apartment? Purr.

Nvm, Mans seem sick of it lmao. Stuck there in his own personal house-coffin (I’d still prefer a coffin, and I feel like Lestat would have never chosen a place penthouse. He’s too French for modern builds. “Louis? NO QUALITY WOODEN COFFIN?” He’d say, in a French accent, in disgust.

I am a whore for period piece and they’re taking us to 1910 AND New Orleans? Spoiled. We’ve been spoiled.

Gosh the vulgar language, I am shaking from excitement! Pls!

I know a lot of black folks hate it when they have the white say the n-word, but that ‘unhand me nigger’ comment killed me, that white man forgot where he was for a second

I too agree, anal without consent is against god (I screamed, the whores are funny)

Not Paul tryna play captain save a Ho, man’s brough a Bible Too — I love him.

THE BRAWL! And this whole time Lestat is watching like it’s forplay for later.

HE PULLED A SWORD ON HIS OWN BROTHER? That’s cold Lou, but I respect it, gotta do what you gotta do.

Lestat watching, BRICKED UP, and I cannot believe nobody’s falling in love like this ANYMORE. WE USED RO BE A SOCIETY! (How I imagine Lestat internally, as he watch his man pull a whole sword out of his Pimp 3000 Cain)

Pls not the disgusted faces on the white men watching Louis walk in!!! Fighting for their lives to not say sum — TRY IT :^b

The lines should have been “damn so they just letting anybody in” so I could have really lost it. His racism wasn’t racist enough — I predicted they’d make him a proper French (racist) but they didn’t drive it all the way, and I get why. Can’t have the protagonist calling the other protagonist a nigger after all (well I haven’t seen Ep. 2 so perhaps) but it would be accurate. I just don’t believe white ppl weren’t racist, even the DOCTOR was sliming it around and that’s the homie, y’a know?

Awww Lestat is like a tarot girlie after watching one Tiktok reading and suddenly she sees 11.11 everywhere. “Ah Louis?! I was heading to St. Louis? Hahah so you’re my saint haha”, Lestat pls you look desperate pls breath baby breath (same tho)

His French is so good!  Ça m’a pris par surprise! Qu’est-ce qu’il est français ou il est juste un bon acteur? I could Google it, but how else will I flex that I too, speak French. Lestat is actually my cousins neighbor, oui oui baguette.

LMAOOOO “that explains the attire” SHOTS FIRED. Man’s came for his whole fit, and Lestat laughed it off cuz he’s in love, wow.

Lestat is such a scorpio sun libra Mercury scorpio mars because who tells a story, LEANS FOR A SLUTTY KISS and continues with the same elegance? He’s such a slut, I love it!

The way he just had foreplay and the whole time Louis fighting for his life to not bust. Cuz what? Watching a man touch a woman that way with their gaze fixed on you only? He’s playing with you Lou! RUN (not to fast tho, make it clap as you go tihi)

Am I wrong for thinking Louis was not just mad that Lestat froze him but that he knows without much effort? He knows Louis a raging homosexual and it’s been what? Minutes? Pls!

“I’ve emptied a bank volt to sample” LESTAT! He’s a whore but I’m still shocked, I knew this BUT IM STILL SHCOKED!

He really saw Louis in the act for seconds and decided to not just stay but get a home, furnish it, get a wardrobe, ignore that it’s basically a red light district (sure there’s buisness but he comes off too french to ever accept to live near the sound of cheeks being clapped) JUST cuz Louis is there. When will it be me god?

“You are his destiny Louis”— istfg if I do not experience this soon I will combust. PlS!

The bidding war was so hot and then he placed his ring and I felt it in every fiber of my being. Can’t beleive Lilly didn’t say ‘just get y’a cocks out and let’s do it the proper way’ the way they were slinging

Louis’ idk if I wanna be him, beat him or fuck him moment was real, man’s was fighting gay thoughts with all his might (and looses, later)

His mind filled with just Lestat huh? So the gay thought’s won? I wonder if he tells Lestat that? If he does I think lestat’s head will grow too big for his hats.

Thé poker game was smooth and I love how Louis just went meh, and didn’t question the time freezing, the voice in his mind or the enormous compliment — you are worth more, king. Big ups.

Pls Not them having put and Louis bring smt to read, he’s such a weirdo bro we know you know he’s basically taking you out on dates and you love it! PUT THE BOOK DOWN AND FLIRT BACK *holds up a gun*

THE CINEMA! Such cultured lads! I love them. Out here watching while Lestat watching his snack, I MEAN HIS MAN, I MEAN HIS BUISNESS PARTNER

‘He’s not white he’s French’ — this is what all white Man’a whore tell themsleves. Didn’t I fucking predict they’d say that? Lmaoo I did!

NOT HIM CALLING HIS MOM MAMMA DU LAC! He’s tryna fit in and Paul fighting back from saying sum (not too hard tho cuz now he’s going in lmao GET HIM LIL BRO)

“What’s the nature of your relationship with my brother” All my mind can think off is ‘everybody knows… everybody knows that he fucks you’. Cuz why would he ask that? Clearly that’s your future brother in law AND PAUL KNEW! The voices told him he was amongst the gays tihi

Okay Lestat pls don’t trauma dump on Paul lmao, answer the question or politely ignore it cuz I feel like Paul has some ‘you’ve got the wrong time but the right bitch’-him and just swing cuz what? But I think he’s being pulled in so he couldn’t even move if he wanted to.

NOT LOUIS SETTING IT STREIGHT! Idk why I thought he’d be a pushover after all the dreamy stairs Lestat has given him:)

This is all I can imagine Lestat thinking as he dinned with black ppl probably for the first time ever — rich and educated at that.

Please! A Lilly for his front pocket and a Lilly for Louis to do nothing with but entertain him, tihi

Not her revealing he’s gay, girl, bffr. “It’s okay” this strange white man now knows too fucking much babes but whatever

THE ALMOST TOUCH! I had to close the screen sorry I am used to fluff only (no I am not, but that yanked me)

now he’s in his head, fucking his mind and eyes and watching him get hard for him cuz Lilly ain’t doing shit but be a buffer. A pretty buffer getting a taste of Lestats man FOR NOW! Good *gets closer to screen* IS THAT FINGER SUCKING? Even pulling away in disgust was not convincing babes, !BE WHO YOU ARE!

THE FIGHT FOR DOMINANCE! MY GOSH AND THE RELEASE! It’s like he was pretending before going full ‘yeah now after we’ve kissed and touched titties, you know I’m into it so let me chill’ and he went lax, and now they floating, fucking and sucking. Gosh, this better win an award.

No because I fully beleive being drank from by a vampire is the closest thing humans will ever get to experience true euphoria and that’s why I will not simply be turned immediately. MAKE ME YOUR BLOODBAG FOR AT LEAST SEVEN DAYS AND SEVEN NIGHTS PLS I need to feel the THRILL

That was the most romantic, tender yet agressive love making bloodsucking scene I’ve ever witnessed. I’m bricked up, down there and up here (holds heart)

The wedding! This about to be good cuz y’all know black ppl know how to celebrate!

ARGH THE MONEY TO HER DRESS! The diaspora is ALIVE!

Thé dancing! Arghhhh this show is so freaking black, I love it! Anne is probably rolling in her grave, arguing with Satan to be resurrected so she can sue. Love it here

THE THROWN MONEY! YAAAAAAAS! Y’all don’t understand! This how we really be!!!! Black folks RISE! This one’s for us!

Now they climbing a whole roof just to … see the sunset? Babes… bffr.

Awww “I love you-“ why did that sound like a Goodby! Where is HEGOING NO-

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Noooooooo! I’m fenna cry, PLEASE NOT PAUL! (I knew he dies but I also forgot but I also was just enjoying myself and they caught me slipping. Now I’m pausing to take deep breaths…)

And that was his last sunrise? Yeah, cuz the fucking cameras.

Pls not death is boring… Speak for yourself, some of us have yet to try >:( ( but I’ll probably agree. It’s so inevitable like boo, give us smt fresh, smt unexpected!)

Not his mama tryna blame him… pushed? Babes be fucking Fr rn. Fuck sakes. And his sister not defending or nun. She probably wanted him gone and now she got it.

I just feel bad cuz suicide is a sin and still he did it :/ sad.

MANS PULLED UP TO THE FUNERAL! Lestat you are sick (I love it). PLEASE NOT HIM ACTUALLY NOT GAF! Didn’t even wear black, even tho I know that wardrobe fully stocked!

“Not here” Louis says and Lestat is on sims ‘I texted, I called, I send a pigeon and nothing, ignoring me huh?

THE GASP THAT LEFT ME! NO LESTAT YOU CANT SAY THAT AT THE WALK TO THE FUNERAL! All in attempt to ‘pick me, choose me, love me’ into Louis’ heart, now Louis ready to fist fight you in the same streets you fell for him tsk me tsk tsk. Maybe y’all should step to the side and kiss. Cuz clearly Lestat was NOT leaving …

This is the lvl of toxic and possessiveness I thought I’d see in twilight… y’all fooled me. Cuz Bella would have loved this ngl and I’d have loved it more but Edward is a runner and a track star. Lestat tho? He’d probably kill the whole town for Louis to notice him.

This man went to the burial, didn’t even wait for his obsessive fangirl behavior, AND he killed Lilly leaving nobody for Louis to turn to. Now man’s fighting for his life and all I’m wondering is why no other vampire in history has ever been this obsessive so I’d know this is how fucked up I am (derogatory) wow. Went to every fucking limits just so Louis wouldn’t know peace.

NOT THE CONFESSIONAL WITH THE PRIEST! Louis you don’t even beleive! It’s giving “Ariana! What are you doing here!”

Did Lestat not think of the priest? Tsktsk didn’t even eliminate all sources of outlet! Should have burnt the church, house, brothers and had every townsman flee just to get a text back. For legal reasons I am joking…

Nvm, he barely got into the juicy bits before man’s was dragged out and is now being devoured. (Kinda hot. Didn’t even let Louis finish)

At this point, whenever Louis doesn’t breath is Lestat direction it’s PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE ME. He’s so obsessive *plays obsessed by Mariah Carey*

All I see is Lestat being so angry and hurt that Louis went to confess to a god he does not beleive in before he came to Lestat. Like damn. You’d rather come here then come to me ? “Do I mean that little to you-“ type of hurt. :( Aww babes, he’s just afraid cuz once he comes to you, it’s over. That’s the beginning of a life he doesn’t beleive he can have and he’s want all of you … can’t be gay and black in these parts (time + place) I fear

Please not the stabbing! 😭 babes pls you know this man isn’t a regular man, he drank from you and you decided to never speak to him again for a reason.

Pls not the slowmo! It looks so fucking cool! Even when he eats ppl it’s so agressive and looks so painfull! Love messy eater vampires.

“I’m not the devil- but I can give you death-“ Pls why has nobody offered me this ?? It’s not fair! “I love you Louis, you are loved.” Nawl I’m fenna cry. (And I am crying)

Envious that this is not my character arch, I am stuck consuming it rather then being CONSUMED! He wanted to create an infinity Between them. Remove death AND life from the equation!

That was the most beautiful asking ever. The way their just :’) This is such a tender, romantic, loving moment. That moment was … beautiful. I have no words! I too forgot the barbaric scene (lmao as did Louis ofc)

AND THEN CAME THE NOD! THE KISS AND THE BITE! The way he kissed him, alone, I could tell he released all fears and pain he had in this life. Fear of loving a man, of being who he was, pain of being at fault for things — for his role as a pimp, him as a son, a brother to his brother, a provider for his family. The one who promised his father strength without truly ever wanting it but doing it because he was good at it. He was hurting so much and Lestat just liberated him (too bad Louis doenst realize this too is a prison, but with a nice view, unhinged love of your life and a future daughter, have fun)

That was perfect. The description of the transformation — THE HAARTBEATS! Gosh I wanna be able to have senses heightened this much! ImGAINE!

I am SCREAMING it was so quick! I’m a whore for varsity in transformations! Some vampires die and require burials. Some are dead for much longer! EVERYYING! EVERYTHING

This was dead ass the best vampire tv show I’ve ever seen. They gave me black ass moments and I am living! TENDERNESS, POSSESSION! OBSESSION, trauma, laughter, depth! Script was INCREIDBLE! These are really good writers! What a team! And the actors? Give those two their fucking awards RIGHT NOW!

I cannot believe we’re witnessing the best vampire show unfold right before us.

[vintage-bentley]

thank you for calling out that homophobic post! can't believe they would block you and then complain on their blog about it being a "flytrap for terfs" rather than acknowledge and address their blatant anti-gay sentiments.

Post in question

Super eloquent response where op examines their worldview and how they might be unintentionally agreeing with homophobic talking points (“it’s Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve”)

Jk they scream TERF!! And pretend that’s an argument so they don’t have to do any self reflection

Anyway, I can 100% believe it, because it happens over and over and over and over. Gender ideologist is homophobic, people call them out, they scream “TERF!” And don’t take the concerns to heart.

And I say, let them. Let them be blatantly homophobic. Let them disregard the concerns this raises. Let them show how utterly unwilling they are to support homosexuals. Let them show how they demand our undying worship and support, yet will throw us under the bus for their own selfish purposes.

Because that’s how people, at least gay people, leave them behind. That’s how we “peak”. It’s how I “peaked”! Literally what happened is I read this essay, agreed, saw the comments calling the writer an evil transphobic terf…and realised that gender ideology and its followers conflict with the interests of homosexuals (of course I’d already been questioning it and seeing the homophobia and sexism. This was just the nail in the coffin).

It’s funny because they lament about how many “cis gays” are “terfs”, but then they pull stunts like this; completely dismissing concerns of homophobia and calling gays “terfs” for either just being gay or for calling out their homophobia/homophobic tendencies. They consistently prove that they are not our allies (and that they don’t want to be), then wonder why we want nothing to do with them.

If the OP is reading this: I am a lesbian before I’m what you’d call a “terf”. All you’ve done is show that you refuse to hear a homosexual out about homophobia, because what she has to say makes you uncomfortable and/or ruins your fun. And you’re one of the many TQ+ people/supporters who act this way, which ultimately pushes people away from your cause, not towards it.