#I need your opinions

[the-only-teruteru-fan]

My sister (who has only seen scattered episodes of Danganronpa) just asked if Junco was like The Joker™

[querkynchaotic]

do you think that remus saw sirius before he was sent to azkaban ?

do you think sirius begged him to save him, to not believe them, to come rescue him, to not give up on them both. do you think remus saw that and didn't believe him ?

or do you think sirius kept apologizing and saying "i killed them, i killed them, i killed james and lily, it's my fault", so that remus thought he had actually done it ? but then that would mean that remus saw sirius, broken with tears and regret, and didn't try to understand ? didn't try to make sense of the tears ?

or do you think he never saw him again, just woke up one day

and was left completely alone ? do you think the last time he saw sirius was screaming on that newspaper ?

do you think he recognized him ? do you really think he believed sirius had done it ?

but then how could he not ? had sirius not betrayed him already ?

[cattimeswithjellie]

Well I had a Skizzleman stream recap nearly ready to go for today, but this afternoon’s thunderstorm appears to have hit something strategic, internetwise, and there is no way I am recapping on my phone. I also appear to have randomly generated a poll while making this post, so thank you Tumblr phone app. Guess I will use it for something while I have it!

So here is the question: who should I be recapping that people want to see? I have a few criteria to bear in mind, otherwise I am open to suggestions. The Hermit must stream, obvs, and must make their stream VODs available within 2-3 days in some format. (I can’t recap live, it is too stressful!) VODs must be available to nonsubscribers unless it happens to be someone I’m already subbed to. Cleo is not on the list because they seem potentially uncomfortable being recapped. And you can’t say Doc or Scar because I recap all their streams already.

[mysticalsoot]

calling all xfiles fans

do u think skully and mulder are autistic? if so, why? if not, also why?

this is for science and for my mental state

[thenightvaleradiostation]

Attention, Readers!

Admin here, with a few questions for y'all.

Are there any characters you'd like to ask questions? (Ex. Tamika Flynn, John Peters (you know, the farmer?), Steve Carlsburg, Hiram McDaniels, etc.)

Should I kill off the current intern and give Cecil a new one? (I feel no attachment to my self insert, so if y'all would like a new intern, I can always bring in a new one!)

[romantique-dreams]

guys i really need your help. i have so many works where eddie and reader go to a haunted house, a request about squirting, and 'it's gonna kill me' pt 2. WHICH ONE WOULD YOU RATHER SEE FIRST??? IF ANYONE SEES THIS EITHER REPLY OR SEND ME AN ASK BC IDK WHAT TO DO

blip from the request:

Eddie loved seeing you writhe beneath his touch. He longed to make you feel good, but loved to hear you cry out that it was too much—you truly never meant it. 

He had a newfound obsession, and it truly was going to be the death of you."

blip from nonbelievers (haunted house):

"Eddie nor you believed in ghosts, that wasn’t something you two dove into. The mere idea that ghosts, or so called ‘spirits’, roamed the earth was something you left for another time. 

The two of you had decided to take a weekend trip to Iowa—close, yet far enough away from Hawkins to not feel suffocated. Lone behold, Eddie had a few tricks up his sleeve. Yes, you had things planned to do and explore, but there were a few side quests on the agenda. Nearby, Omaha wasn’t too much of a trek to Villisca, which is where your newfound plans were. "

[dustofthedailylife]

RANDOM IDEA and I need to scream it somewhere.

As some of you may know, I don't only write but also draw.

So, what do you think about a future event where you send me an ask with a genshin character + a random word/prompt that you're able to choose freely and I'll answer it with a little chibi doodle and maybe a small drabble for it?

[chiefofboatwatsonstittymug]

The notes on this post are annoying me. Look at this pigeon instead.

They have an unusual colour/pattern combination and I love them.

Count yourself lucky you're seeing this because any more clowning and I'm changing the content of this post to my thesis statement on how to make The Woman Hunter (1972) an actually watchable movie.

[soupinaboot]

In my opinion, Bruce should be above average height or at least average. But since he surrounds himself with demi-gods, aliens, meta humans, etc, he's just dwarfed next to them. Like maybe about 6'1 or 6'2, but that's NOTHING compared to Diana '7'3 feet tall' Prince. Or Clark '6'9' Kent.

All the tabloids claim he has to be at least 5 feet tall because the only photos they can get of him are when he's next to his giant ass friends.

It is also my personal headcannon that all the robins stay shorter than him, except Jason, who should be at least 4 inches taller.

[robobrainrot]

Today on WILD fandom fashion;

Irregular Choice: Transformers Shoe collab

Drops Jan 26th. There are also purses. Images from their TikTok feed

PLEASE leave your opinions about these in the tags. I want to know what people think of them

[padfoot-lupin77]

I mean this in the most lighthearted manner, but: Every person who has ever said that Kaz and Wylan have a “father-son dynamic” must be an only child and therefore unable to recognize a sibling dynamic (to quote Nina) “even if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth”.

“Isn’t this all for Inej?” Younger sibling making fun of their older siblings for their crushes? Check

Wylan saying that no of course he doesn’t want to be like Kaz and then mimicking his behaviors? While still calling Kaz out on his shit? Peak younger sibling behavior

Kaz being a little cruel to Wylan but still giving him advice, especially on overcoming his shame

Kaz letting Wylan think he fooled him while he knew everything all along (as an older sister we do that a lot, even though it usually doesn’t involve one’s not-so-dead mother)

Kaz constantly pairing up Wylan with Jesper like the ultimate matchmaker he is (let’s see how you handle your crush buddy)

Kaz lost his brother and had no one to guide him. (The way I see this) he’s to Wylan the older brother he (Kaz) needed but didn’t have.

[0oblakopuly0-blog]

"o(dd)ther family"

Part 2

Yeeey

I want to make an ask

BUT i need your opinion (you'll like this?) ( if you already agree, you can already ask)

[shiraishi--kanade]

"It's so embarrassing to admit I only create art for validation" did paleolithic humans not paint for other humans to see. Does a child making their first drawing to show their parents makes it any less valuable. Do gardens arranged for the visitors' eyes make the roses any less beautiful. Do love poems written for one person alone to hear make your heart ache less. You're fine

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

[anemonet]

pro tip: you can always put the bugs in little outfits :thumbsup:

[luvz-me]

being at the last year of your sports medicine university course abroad in america was like a dream come true. but in all honesty you just wanted it to be over and quick. the prospect of having to intern at a random clinic for three months wasn't appealing at all. you made sure to send your cv to different physiotherapy clinics, gyms, sports clubs but still no answer.

watching all your colleagues start earlier than you was discouraging until one afternoon, after watching 2 boring movies a guy at a club told you to watch last night you got a call.

someone with a very poised voice starts talking almost immediately, "good afternoon, i'm speaking on behalf of the sports clinic and i was wondering if you'd be available for an interview tomorrow morning regarding your internship application?"

you almost envied the way there wasn't any hint of nervousness in their voice. it was almost immediate the way you accepted the offer, in all honesty you just wanted to get it over with.

you started your internship there after almost a week until one day, by the evening you witnessed something you never thought you would. tashi fucking duncan walking in the clinic right as you were about to leave. you felt your stomach turn, not in the bad way, but in the - what the fuck, did i hit my head somewhere and wake up in an alternate universe? - way. your anxiety making you want to throw up seeing one of the people you wrote countless essays about stand before you.

"i'm looking to book a sports physician. medium term for art donaldson, need them to be able to come in-house monday through friday." you heard her say to the receptionist, blunt yet always polite. one of your idols standing just a few meters away from you made you weak at the knees. you were aware the clinic was well frequented but you never thought she'd be in your sight ever.

you looked at your nails, pondering if you should start biting them, regaining a bad habit just because you found yourself in a situation you couldn't control sounds very much like you but tashi probably would think that's gross so you stop.

a client you had been assigned to arrives and you curse yourself out for not being able to keep listening to the conversation anymore. the day never ended. each glance you took at the clock just seemed like you were stopped in time. sighing while helping the elder woman stretch her upper body and muttering some words of praise, explaining to her that she'd have to keep coming for at least one more week so the pain could dissipate. you flashed her a smile as she got up and said goodbye, thanking you endlessly for helping her ease the pain.

your supervisor had been watching you. giving some criticism on this session with the client. as you were about to leave she pulled you aside and informed you that starting tomorrow you'd be going to tashi duncans house.

everything inside was pristine, you were even scared to even lean against the furniture in fear you'd somehow break it. tashi had given you a quick house tour, her heels clacking on the hardwood floors as she warmed you up to her, occasionally telling jokes about herself and saying you reminded her of herself. when she was in college. you didn't really know what that meant but you decided to take it as a compliment, nervously fidgeting your fingers. art was nowhere to be seen up until you reached the gym area.

standing there, broad shoulders scrolling through his phone, distracted and flashing a smile towards his wife once she clears her throat and wraps an arm around his shoulder. introducing you to each other and leaving promptly, saying she had a meeting with her pr team and that she'd be back at 8 pm.

you swallow dry. standing there awkwardly with your backpack on your shoulders.

"so.. umm were gonna start with wall angels maybe. tashi told me thats your problem area right now" you blurted out, trying to sound as professional as possible "just. place your arms against the wall in a 90 degree angle and slowly straighten them"

art follows suit, standing against the wall awkwardly moving his arms up and down before asking "how old are you?" breaking the silence

"i'm 21" you mutter in surprise analysing his form and his toned shoulders, and arms.. and muscles. eyes narrowing trying to remind yourself that this is not one of your hookups, this is art fucking donaldson and you're here for an internship. at his house. in his fancy home gym. hes not yours to admire. "why?"

"ah.. just wanted to know" art shrugs, looking at you intently. he gets up suddenly, yet his movements are deliberate. you feel the knot tighten in your stomach, your pulse quicken as i looked at the man before me. "can you show me how to do it properly?" his voice drops to a lower tone and all you can do for a few seconds is flutter your lashes at him

"but this is pretty easy already, i don't know how to ex-"

"i said, i want you to show me" art cuts you off, his gaze literally burning through your skull

art mirrors your movements, his eyes never leaving yours. you hope he doesn't notice the slight tremble in your hands.

"like this?" he asks, his voice even softer now, almost a whisper.

you nod, your breath hitching. "yes, just like that. make sure to keep your back flat against the wall."

he follows your instructions, his body inching closer. you can feel the heat emanating from him, a stark contrast to the cool, clinical setting of the gym. there's a tension in the air, a charged silence that makes your heart race.

"you're good at this," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with an emotion you can't quite place

your cheeks flush, the compliment catching you off guard. "i appreciate that, mr. donaldson."

he moves closer, his body now just inches from yours. you can feel the magnetism between you, a pull that's impossible to ignore. his hand reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture is tender, almost too intimate for your professional setting. "it's art, yeah? call me art, i don't want to feel like an old fart" he grins

"i should… i should check your shoulder alignment," you stammer, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "you're a bit tight here," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "let me help you."

you guide him through a series of stretches, your hands lingering a bit longer than necessary on his shoulders, his back. the room feels smaller, the air thicker with each passing moment.

the session was over. finally. you gathered your things and slid your backpack over your shoulders. art's gaze is still on you and it's impossible not to feel it "are you in a hurry to leave?"

"umm, no i just. no im not in a hurry" you smile "just don't want to bother you anymore" your breath catches in your throat

"i was hoping we could talk a bit more. get to know each other better." he smirks. what the fuck "tashi told me some things about you but i think one on one conversation is far better" grabbing your hand and guiding you to a small resting area at the gym engaging in some superficial conversation about you while tracing circles in the back of your hand. you can't help but sigh. his hands becoming more and more pervasive, touching your thighs, reaching up up up until he's close to your crotch. a slight whine escapes your mouth. you're not focusing on the conversation at all.

"art, this is not-"

"tashi doesn't have to know" he replies knowing tashi knows damn well. hell, she even planned this for him. it wasn't her intention to scout a pretty little physiotherapist like you at first. but you were at the right place, at the right time. the moment she took a glance at you she knew she had to have you. it was a plus art needed help with his shoulders. his hands roaming on the waistband of your tight leggings, your mouth parting with a sigh. sigh that he takes as opportunity to crash his lips against yours. your eyes narrow at first and for a second you try to pull back but you don't really want to.

his fingers edging closer to your panties, the tightness of the leggings increasing the skin on skin contact. "aw you look so pretty with your lips parted. you wanna take my fingers in you don't you huh?" now hovering over you, caressing you over your top "fucking corrupt that little head of yours"

you can't help but let out a moan that sends him over the edge. sliding your leggings down caressing you over your panties. before pushing two fingers inside your mouth for you to suck. "you want this don't you baby?"

"mhm" you nod trying your hardest not to bite him when he uses his opposite hand to caress your sensitive nub. furrowing your eyebrows trying your hardest not to grab his arm. his calloused fingers leaving your plump mouth suddenly and making a 'pop' sound "but tashi might" cut off by the pads of his fingers circling your clit

"tashi doesn't mind" his voice hungry "im just helping you out yeah? we're just getting acquainted" one of his fingers teases your entrance slowly entering earning a sharp wince from you. the unfamiliar feeling slowly turning into pleasure as he slid it in and out "open your eyes f'me, let me see those pretty eyes"

you bite your lip staring at his face as he does such a lewd thing to you, and you let him. knowing he has a wife. somehow this made it even more arousing. whats wrong with you? "gonna add one more finger, fuck you're so tight around me, so good. i bet that clit would feel so good around my tongue" small tears cornering around your eyes. the soft noises leaving your lips only encouraging him to keep going.

"feels good huh baby?" he coos, his face edging closer and closer to your clit as your hips rise, only to stop once you're about to cum. abruptly sliding your panties back up along with your leggings.

this earns him a well deserved mewl. edging you like this. stopping when you were just so so close was just so mean of him. looking up at him just to see him lick your juices off his fingers, feeding them to you. "suck" he commands "don't be mad, i just need to make sure you come back for more sessions" fixing your hair and picking up your backpack from where you left it on the gym floor