Tell me about the last time someone was kind to you. Or, tell me about the last time you were kind to someone else. If you can't think of either of those things, share a joy from your week with me.
I'll go first! Kindness: My girlfriend bought me a hello kitty mushroom themed sweater that I really wanted but couldn't afford. Joy: I got bag balm because my hands kept getting chapped and they are soooo soft now.
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everything about Gavriil feels suffocating.
how his presence alone can be almost overwhelming, how his massive body cages you everytime without a chance to escape. you wouldn't dare to try anyway, knowing that you don't even have a say against a creature of his caliber. he will find you. in your dreams, in your nightmares. in your room.
how he will be intense and vague about everything just for the sake of it; to confuse you further, to see the conflict of emotions in your eyes merge with arousal. eventually your hesitance turns into acceptance, a desperate need to feel his hands all over you. and he will be oh so grateful to fulfill that desire.
how his thick tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, reaching almost the back of your throat, relishing in the muffled little sounds you make. your drool mixed with his saliva drips down your chin, and your hazy eyes look up at him when he finally pulls away, giving you a second to breathe.
how his hips are slamming into you relentlessly, your wetness and lack of resistance allowing him to move almost effortlessly. forced to hold onto him for dear life instead of pushing away. all of your morals and principles are being tossed out of the window every single time he comes to you. he has you where he wants you, and will not stop until he feels like you can't take it anymore.
and how in the morning he vanishes away, leaving you guessing: was it just another wet dream? but the cold stickiness between your legs tells you more than you need to know.
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I know I've been on about this for a while now and I'm being a hater but you're telling me SydCarmy was "always meant to be platonic" even though there are two seasons of writing making use of tried-and-true explicitly romantic tropes, themes and writing signals, and SydLuca is going to be romantic because...he was nice to her on screen for a few minutes?
I don't even care if people ship SydLuca, or if they just prefer it, but you can't honestly tell me that you believe Carmy was always meant to be a friend but Luca is an obvious love interest.
Just because Syd and Carmy haven't kissed or confessed their love to each other doesn't mean that isn't very obviously the direction this show is going. The Bear has already shown you who is endgame. It has shown you every episode of the show so far.
Honestly I really don't think The Bear fanbase understands this show or cares about these characters or the story being told here, which is unfortunate because this show is shockingly well-written in comparison to most shows right now, and we should be so grateful for it but all we're doing is complaining that the writers led us on by not making a ship canon fast enough. It's just. Sad.
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Random life update let's go!
So, in my house we have an aread w a dinning table outside, next to our yard, and in this place there is ou beloved celling fan that we haven't used in years because it was too weak and the warmth here needed a strong mechanism to dealt with it
Those last months, we notices that a couple of birds we're making a nest on the... idk the name to be honest but its like a small metal bowl right above the fan and we were quite amazed because :D even tho we do have some trees on the yard it's been years since I saw a nest
S o
Recently they hatched.
How did we discovered it?
Because a small baby bird FELL ON THE TABLE OUT OF NOWHERE
Now we're making plans to place a safety nest somewhere below the fan because the ground is very, very hard (pure concrete) and the nest is very small for the two babies (that I've seen until now) and the mother bird. Oh gosh ajvahwvwvsvwjw good morning to all of us I guess
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“w-wait!” the human spluttered out. the huge monster hovering over them removed their hands from their body immediately and gazed at them with concern. they gave a small nod to the fragile human beneath them as they moved to sit face to face, hoping that they would continue to talk.
the human inhaled, like it was their last ever breath, before speaking again.
“you haven’t been familiar with our society for very long but you must have a certain idea of what you’re about to see,” the human explained, “and I’m not exactly like that...my body isn’t like that. maybe for your first time seeing a human like this, it shouldn’t be me? I’m worried I’ll disappoint you; I’m worried I won’t be the ideal human you want to see and then everything will go wrong—”
“stop. please, stop.” the monster slowly reached out to them again, gently holding their hand and rubbing the back of it. they inched closer, almost as if they were afraid that the distance was going to swallow their next words whole.
“I am still unsure of how to communicate efficiently with your kind on matters that make you upset or uneasy,” the monster’s voice was thick and low, oozing with tenderness, “but I can tell you this: I don’t want a human. I just want you. whatever form you take, I want to see it. if you say you are outside of whatever form the ‘ideal human’ may take in the eyes of your - from what I’ve seen so far - rather brutal society, then that is even better for me to indulge. it is not humans I have fallen in love with, tiny one, it’s just you.”
the human replied in an instant, a frenzied tone dancing throughout their words.
“...I have scars though, and a lot more blemishes than what meets the eye to you right now. my skin isn’t soft, it isn’t smooth...”
a small smile spread across the monster’s face in hopes of the human returning it, and that they did - despite feeling like bursting into tears instead.
“then tell me about the stories your scars hold. tell me how I can help relieve any pain your skin may be feeling. tell me how to love this body that is so beautifully different to my own. teach me; allow me to love you completely.”
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Seeing some debate on if in game henry being an ink version of him makes the time loops less evil and imo it makes it even MORE evil. He was given false memories of a life he never lived, been put through hell and back ever since creation and has no hope of any other purpose in the world. He was literally MADE to suffer. And he isn't even the henry that had left joey, just some replica he made to take his anger out on with no regards to that person's wellbeing
Just because he's made of ink doesn't mean he's any less alive. He still feels things, still has thoughts and opinions, still conscious, he is a living being. No, just because he isn't the real guy doesn't make it less cruel. Its just as, or even more so, a disgusting and evil thing to do to him
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