#Like their inner structures

[reksink]

Some Pebbles

[codenamesazanka]

extremely questionable methodology but i compiled all the dialogue spoken between Shigaraki and Deku starting from when Shigaraki breaks out of AFO’s control in Chapter 379 up to Chapter 412.

(There are chapters where they appear but do not speak. Those are the chapter numbers.)

The takeaway is that Shigaraki is extremely chatty! A lot of it is taunts, but Shigaraki’s also revealing a lot of stuff about his plans and his opinions.

Deku does not seem as interested in returning the conversation, however. Whenever he does speak, it’s less in response to any of the content of Shigaraki’s chatter, and more heroic statements of intent. (The ‘you’re still human’ is the only direct refutation, I think.)

To be fair, his focus is all on surviving Shigaraki’s attacks. Nearly all his internal thoughts are strategy - combining a quirk with this quirk, how exactly he can physically stop Shigaraki. Additionally, before Chapter 410, he was probably too worried about All Might; while for most of Chapter 412, he was asphyxiating. Hard to chat when so much shit is happening.

And you can argue Shigaraki is just Villain monologuing. Deku doesn’t have to pay attention to anything he says - a lot which are, after all, taunts - he doesn’t have to engage with Shigaraki’s dumb rants.

His goal is to save Shigaraki/The Crying Child, and only that - not like talking or asking questions about anything or responding is required for that.

[saltpepperbeard]

you ever feel trapped? like you’re just treading water, waiting to drown?

[lieutenantselnia]

I currently have to write a thesis, work on the biggest project in my entire study programme and will have to start preparing for my bachelor's exam at some point, and my brain thinks now it's a good time to get back into Red Dead Redemption 2👍

[lord-squiggletits]

A frustrating thing about media perceptions of violence is that there are a ton of ways I want to write Cybertronians experiencing war and violence in terms of "what are the physical limits they can take" but it seems less extraordinary than it actually is because media already tends to portray even regular humans in combat with improbable or impossible abilities.

Like, how can I say something interesting about "oh Cybertronians have more stamina in battle because they don't bleed [in my headcanon] which means getting cut won't inevitably take them out of a fight in a few minutes" except when was the last time mainstream action media ever took bleeding into account. What about the fact that Cybertronians can break limbs or lose them completely and just get a replacement put on, but human characters losing limbs or getting prosthetics are rarely shown getting physical therapy or anything that would come with losing a limb. Even something as basic as "Cybertronians can be in direct combat for hours without tiring" falls flat when so many media portrays human combat as this crazy thing where people have the stamina to do flips and shit for minutes on end which isn't accurate at all.

[simcardiac-arrested]

everyday i go on the internets and there are people calling atsv half a movie and saying it's unfinished and underwhelming and etc etc I CANT TAKE IT ANMYMOREEEEE THUMBS DOWN EMOJI THUMBS DOWN EMOJI hold on let me go copy it 👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎

[expectopaatronum]

the ballad of songbirds and snakes initial review/reaction

(spoilers ahead)

okay first of all. i absolutely loved it and thought it was very truthful to the book and covered all the main elements. francis lawrence just knows how to bring these books to life. tom blyth is just incredible as a young coriolanus snow and i can’t wait to see where his career takes him. i already loved rachel zegler after her performance in west side story, but it just felt like lucy gray was meant for her. her charisma, vocals and acting were just beautiful. the scenes where she’s singing with the covey really just brought those scenes from the book to life. the movie was fast paced and generally entertaining to watch. it felt so good to be back in this world that suzanne collins has created so exquisitely.

the only things i think were lacking, and i did think this when reading the book itself, is that the story feels a bit disjointed. like you’re jumping from place to place. i think the third act should be more fleshed out- more of snow’s time in 12, particularly the events leading up to his betrayal of lucy gray and sejanus. i’d like to see a bit more build up and suspense to those actions. i feel like they feel a bit too impulsive and sudden in line with the overall story. also the end scene at the cabin didn’t make as much sense without him founding out on the morning of running away about his transfer to district 2 imo. bc that felt like his motivation for turning on lucy gray, whereas in the movie he knows about that a lot earlier ?? i also think some scenes could have packed a bit more of an emotional punch? especially some of sejanus’ scenes that felt a bit cut short- like his reaction when marcus is hung up in the arena and his death scene. in general i feel like sejanus’ character and his relationship with coriolanus could have been more fleshed out in the movie.

overall i really enjoyed it and i can’t wait to see it again. it feels like a valuable addition to the franchise. i just don’t feel like it packs that emotional punch that the original trilogy does - but obviously there’s a lot less time to build up the storyline and character relationships in one movie/book. i’m also glad i reread the book before i saw the movie, bc i could hear people whispering around me when they didn’t understand certain things that were going on.. this feels like a movie for the fans, and i don’t know if it will resonate with general audiences as well

[mail-me-a-snail]

anyway im reading this horror book and the protagonist (a recovering addict, whom i love very much) has a tattoo of gritty on her inner thigh. yes that gritty.

to be fair, she was 1) not in her right mind and 2) did it to impress a much older man who she should not have been dating, considering he was enabling her and later got arrested for possession.

but it's just a funny detail 2 me that i thought the gritty loving website would love to know

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia! Hope you’re well, all things considered. <3 Would you have any advice for someone who’s trying to get back into writing after a long period of not doing it? I used to write obsessively when I was younger, but it’s now been six or seven years that I just… haven’t. There are plots I’ve played with and half-planned in the last few years, but I don’t remember the last time I just sat down and wrote, and it’s so frustrating because I remember it coming to me so easily before. Is there any method to this you would recommend, or does it boil down to… just doing it?

Hi hi anon!

So I think there's some psychological things to address first.

If you stopped running marathons for 6-7 years you'd have to start almost from scratch again when you started training once more. You'd probably remember how to train, and your muscles might pick it all up faster, but the fact is any skill if you stop for that length of time atrophies kind of like a muscle.

So while you feel frustrated, what you're going through is normal, and a consequence of just...stopping. If you want to do it again, you have to come at this with the idea of sort of training yourself up again. Expecting yourself to write as you did when you used to write obsessively, without any build up to it, is really really unfair on yourself!! It's also just not realistic. So maybe just gently and compassionately reality check yourself there, because the reason a skill comes easily to you a lot of the time is because you're doing it a lot at the time - and if you're writing obsessively, you're kind of fast-tracking all that training.

So some patience is called for, because frustration that you're not immediately a trained person in writing after 6/7 years of giving no time to it is like... I mean firstly frustration alone won't be motivational and it's not discipline, and secondly unfortunately you just gotta give yourself time to like...build up skills. And that's unfun when you remember how easy it was back in the day. But it can be that easy again! Just - you have to train to get there.

I have gone through long periods of time without writing, notably after university (where I did a side Major in Creative Writing) until I started writing fanfiction again. Like you, particularly in high-school, I used to write obsessively. When I started again, it felt like I had lost everything, and realistically, I had lost some skills through lack of maintenance. Which is normal.

So I started small. I started with smaller stories and shorter chapters. I did some writing prompts just to get back in the habit of writing dialogue and settings again. I realised aspects of my style had changed a lot in the many years between when I stopped and started again, due to reading and picking up other things along the way, so I also had to surrender to the fact that I wasn't going to write exactly like I used to, because I'd changed as a person.

I also didn't pressure myself to like, finish anything straight away. If I wrote 200 words in a week - what a great week! If I wrote 500 words in a day, oh my god! It didn't matter that I could remember writing thousands and thousands of words without barely thinking about it, I was starting new, and retraining my body and my mind, while also relearning the craft of writing and my shape within it (because that had changed, and that needs patience).

I don't think I'll ever write quite as I did as a teenager, which is great, because I love how I write now. But like, the person I am now, who can write large wordcounts and put up nearly everything I do write, is someone who came back and had to relearn how to do that. I didn't just come out of the gate finding those things easy the second time around.

You know how to be the writer you were back then, but you don't know how to be the writer you've become. It's a new series of skills, and it's important to cut yourself some slack. Frustration and impatience are the enemies of any new skill, at least if it's constantly in the form of comparison: 'Why can't I be as good as I was back then' and is followed by inertia. A little frustration can motivate you to speed along, but it needs to be paired with compassion and honestly - just being realistic. You had a skill, you dropped the skill and didn't maintain it, the skill atrophied. That's normal. That is how skills work.

The good news is dropping anything for a period of time still leaves you with something more than someone who has never done it before. Whether that's a language, or art, or writing, or any hobby. You may find that if you do just start again (via prompts or exercises or smaller chapters or different stories), things will come to you faster over time. :D

Tl;dr: So yeah, while there are exercises you can absolutely do! I'd say you also just need to gently reality check yourself. Skills of any kind - physical or mental - don't stay magically maintained with nothing put into them, loss of ability is normal, it's completely okay, but having done it a lot in the past means you'll learn it faster now, and it's definitely worth trying. :)

[raiiny-bay]

happy bday to my lil guy <3

[alewyren]

question: how do you guys personally balance “writing experiences that aren’t your own sensitively” versus “writing to appease the critic who will take everything in bad faith”?

This is something I’ve struggled quite a bit with as someone who likes bold/risky narratives but also spent her formative teenage years on tumblr. And also as someone who does want to be progressive and sensitive, but has seen firsthand “listen to people of X group unconditionally when they tell you something isn’t okay” used as essentially an excuse to trash bathrooms, if not an outright emotional manipulation tool.

[paradife-loft]

lmao I keep getting into the Usagi/Seiya plotline since it... genuinely actually works and also manages to highlight Usagi/Mamoru well (in a way they... aren't great at doing when they're actually both in the same room, oops)

and then someone always barges in BUT USAGIIII DON'T YOU ALREADY HAVE A SPECIAL SOMEONE??????!!!!!! like the world's most unnecessary Sailor Kool-Aid Man

Usagi's got two hands and genuine feelings for both of them, y'all, leave her alone

[wheelercore]

Anyways ignoring the fact that Will was dead when Joyce and Hopper found him (teehee), I'm also adding "Henry wanted to recreate Brenners experimentation to try to create more 'predators for good' like him with psychokinetic abilities hence why Will was found with the vine down his throat and Barbara was most likely a failed test subject" on my s5 crack theory bingo card

[being-of-rain]

I’ve been reading the Avatar Legends ttrpg, and it’s interesting how different it is to the (few) other ttrpgs I’ve played. Like so much of it is based around the inner balance concept and what your character thinks and feels; roleplaying a heated discussion in this game could potentially involve so many mechanics.

[khalesci]

will I get fired if I say that I actually hate like 90% of dany's meereen arc

[screampied]

needy choso w needy reader and they’re both so disgusting for each other… 🤭

❤︎ ໋𓈒 needy choso with an even needier reader

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, cowgirl, whiney choso, spit, praise, size kink, mdni.

the moment you walk through the door, choso immediately greets you with a hug—handsy, he was so hot, feverish. his fingers softly traced down your skin before he murmurs out a sweet needy, “…baby,” and you giggle, returning the sweet embrace. you weren’t gone that long actually, he’d always get like this. but you did miss him, for a moment you think choso’s intaking your scent with his face buried into your neck before he sighs. “i- i’ve been so lonely. i missed you,” and then he huffs, awkwardly cheesing. “oh, i mean….how was work?”

“it was okay,” you say softly, lightly pressing your chin against his chest. with arms locked around his torso, you grin. “you sound out of breath. you okay?”

“no,” he replies honestly, and he doesn’t even hesitate. not once, your eyes glimmer a bit from the reflection of the chandelier just swaying above the two of you before he pouts. “didn’t wanna call you while you were working so i had to um…substitute.”

you hum. “what did you do?”

“i— i was listening to your voice memos you send to me. you know, the ones where we—,” and he pauses. you get what he’s saying and a tiny smile creeps into your face. choso was embarrassed, heavily embarrassed. the tips of his ears burn with a scorching hot before he scowls. “i tried touching myself to your voice. couldn’t get myself to finish ‘n you’re here now so…” and he cutely grumbles out of frustration. “can i just kiss you p-please?”

“go ahead, baby.”

“thank—thank you.”

you were barely through the door when choso places his lips onto yours.

silence broke out, you briefly close your eyes, parting your lips before moaning.

handsy, the perfect word to describe him at that particular moment. his heart raced and you slip out a slight gasp once his roughly gentle hands feel towards your ass. he can’t help but give it a light squeeze. “b-baby,” he whimpers out between kisses.

it was more sloppy than anything. your nerves, it ran all through your veins as you felt tiny shivers poke all over your body. “always got me so p-pent up.”

“let me take care of it then, baby.” you murmur, and he’s the one to moan this time, feeling your slender fingers gingerly slide near the inside of his shirt. underneath, you felt his washboard abs.

tracing your fingers alongside the very sharp edges. choso was nothing more than a perfect structured sculpture—his body, you never got tired of feeling it, feeling him.

your tongue ran against his, making him walk further and further back until eventually he gets pressed up against the door. panting, choso was nearly even more out of breath before he makes you rub against him. directly against his bulge, and you felt it, how significantly hard he was.

“i—i need you so baddd.” he whimpers, and after a while he departs his lips. a tangled string of glossy saliva tugs from his and your mouth before he laps it up, just to gift you with another wet kiss. choso leads you towards the bedroom, and by now his lips were already giving you gentle chaste kisses near your collarbone.

he doesn’t wanna waste time at all, that much was obviously apparent.

quickly, he already had you on the bed. he leans in for another kiss, this time it’s more sensual and passionate. you felt him grind against your body, hands softly parting your legs. it was cute, he was always gentle with you despite how needy he was, choso’s thumb skims near your thigh, the very inner crevices and you moan.

you tasted the faint mint on his tongue as his tongue collides against yours, incredibly sweet and oh so candied…

“t-touch me,” he whines, and you simper once you realize he’s propping you to sit right on his lap. once you’re straddling him he leans back, the cutest sheepish expression before gripping your waist. “i… i like when you touch me.”

“i know you do,” you whisper, tugging down his briefs for him. choso prepares a sharp breath, feeling the tips of your fingers lightly graze against his skin. you were slow, you made sure to be—you liked teasing him a bit after all. “you tried getting off to my voice earlier, choso? you could have just called me on my break, you know.”

he starts to pant out short heavy puffs of air. “i know,” he pouts cutely. “i was too embarrassed. even hearing your voice through an audio got me so h-hard.”

“don’t be embarrassed,” you coo, and he’s rambling so much that he doesn’t even realize you already had his black darkened briefs pulled down. you were aligning yourself, hovering over the tip of his sheeny pre-cum tip that was just as desirous as you. you were pretty soaked yourself not to mention, your arms wrap around his neck before leaning in to kiss underneath his chin. choso moans, and stops you before you could pull your panties off.

“keep…keep them on for me,” he grunts, and despite having such a low husky voice, he never refused to not sound so needy and dependent. you jerk a bit forward, complying before he gives your ass another cute squeeze, sliding your panties towards the side. “like this. just keep them over here, okay?”

you smile, kissing the tip of his nose. “okay baby.”

“hmph. s-stop calling me that,” he utters, and he lets off an angelic whine the moment you start to sink yourself further down.

after all the times you took choso, you always had to adjust to his size. he was a packer, there was no surprise there. so hefty, it took you a while to fully sink down on him, his rough hands guided your waist before he bites his lip and groans. “i didn’t mean it,” he murmurs, not fond of how you suddenly grew quiet. it was so cute. “you can keep calling me baby. i—i like it.”

you snicker, peppering a few kisses near the crook of his neck. “so indecisive,” and you playfully run a finger down the middle part of his chest. just your touch alone was enough to make him cum, you were just that good.

at least to choso—he could never control himself around you. whilst your sopping cunt glides just barely over his length, you’re nearly halfway in and choso’s a complete mess.

he looked so pretty though, up close like this. his hair, naturally darkened locks that was known for it being all tied up into two messy ponytails, now down. he looked really good with his hair down, a few strands run down near the front of his eyebrows, just about covering his droopy dark eyes before he makes eye contact with you.

“did….did you miss me too?” he breathes, hearing the brief sounds of squelching your own cunt made. so talkative—he always adored that part. going inside of you and suddenly the entire room grows quiet from the sounds of just your soft breaths and your pussy making all kinds of noise because of choso’s length.

“i missed you,” you purr as a response, bringing a kiss towards his twitching lips. his hands slither towards your hips, and he starts to rock you swiftly in place. your rhythm, it had his eyes already starting to roll into the depths of his head, all the way back before he whines. “i wish i could have came home sooner, cho.”

choso was far more vocal than you by a mile, it was heavenly to listen to—his pure sweet moans that were simply melodic.

“m-mhm,” he’d slip out, making a cute attempt to smack your ass but he quickly caresses it afterwards. he had quick a bit of thickness on him too, his girth stretches all through you that for a moment it had you speechless. “you always know how to make me feel so g-good.”

“you feel good, baby?” and your words were so enchanting, at least to him.

the sweetness that ran underneath your tone, it had him so hard. you’re grinding yourself against in such a slow yet tantalizing pace that he’s just about to lose it. your hips drove him crazy, you drove him crazy.

choso nods, a soft whimper leaving his lips the moment you find a comfortable rhythm. back and forth, the more you went forward—the more you started to feel yourself gradually quicken.

“fuck,” he pants, and his voice grows a tad bit deeper. his eyes were all dark and droopy, always having that forever drowsy timid expression. always with you. “baby, w-wait,” and your eyebrows raise a bit. you’re still riding him, keeping up a pace and that’s when he grabs your hand. you watch as he brings it towards his neck before pouting a whiney. “choke me.”

“choke you?” you titter, a near giggle sliding past your lips before he stares at you blankly, you then realized he was serious. “…oh,” you slyly say, planting a kiss near the under part of his chin. “you’re so kinky today, baby.”

“only for you.”

“yeah?” you moan yourself, feeling him bury himself balls deep—already bottoming out, you were nearly at your peek yourself. it’s probably been a few lengthy minutes before your thighs start to ache, that familiar rich sting of pleasure prickling through your skin. “mhm. i’ll choke you. only if you say pretty please.”

choso’s head goes back, and he whimpers. “you brat,” and you chortle, knowing you were getting the one up on him—he always let you anyway. at the bottom of each of choso’s sloppy thrusts, you shimmied your hips just briefly, and he swallows thickly. “ugh. f-fine,” and his spit-glossed lips part and curl up as he continues to speak. “please?”

“ooh. so close.” you tease.

“…….”

he glares but it only lasts for about three seconds because he can never be mad at you. you watch as choso’s hands roam further down your waist before he whines, correcting himself, “pretty please. choke me so i can g-get off, princess.”

“good boy.” you tease, and your fingers swiftly wrap around his neck. choso stares at you, and a sweet whimper escapes from him the moment you praise him. you knew just as much as anyone how much he loved being by praised. especially by you. the stimulation, it made him groan—he’s just jerking back against you, the bed creaks and creaks it sounds like an instrument.

“harder.” he pants, and you lean up against him. the moment the head of cock finds and securely located your g-spot though, you’re the one letting off the sweetened moans.

you inch closer towards him, squeezing his throat with just a bit more pressure before kissing him deeply. you put a bit of pressure near his pubic area before arching. milliseconds afterward, he pulls away from your lips before gasping for air. “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum if you keep doin’ that.”

you’re squeezing down on him, clamping and just taking him in wholeheartedly. everything felt so good, choso’s ears rang, you had him whipped. he could honestly die like this, his eyelids were fluttering and half-lidded. your stare, choking him like this while riding him until he came—he couldn’t have asked for a more better position.

“open your mouth,” you whisper, a thumb fleetly brushing against the middle part of his throat.

he quickly obeys, not even asking a question. always so obediently needy. you watch as he parts his lips for you, opening his mouth. you hum, leaning in before spitting right into his mouth. you’re still choking him softly, and he moans before registering what even happened. he felt so hot all of a sudden, even more hotter than he’s been feeling currently.

“swa—”

choso already swallows, and pulls you into an even more sloppy kiss directly afterwards. it wasn’t as passionate anymore.

just downright dirty, he was buried way down to the hilt with his cock stuffed into your cunt—you were draining his balls and he couldn’t help but moan. his tongue curls against yours and that’s when he grabs your hips to make your tempo quicken. “f-fuck me, fuck me. make me c-cum, i need it,” he’d whine before rephrasing in a cold sweat. “i need you.”

“lean back ‘n watch me then, baby.”

“okay, o-okay.”

he lets you do your thing, the alignment of your bodies together . . so hot.

he was always such a perfect fit for you, his dick was just driving in and out of you, you thwacked against his full base every so often. you’d even go as far as to massage near his balls to make him meek out a sweet candied moan. he’d beg for you to keep going that, he loved whenever you touched him.

a kiss, a touch, anything…

he savored it all. the smacking thump that continued to be created rang throughout your ears and his. bundles of nerves continue to rise up and up, and you gasp once he prods against your g-spot for probably the umpteenth time now.

choso’s breathing hitches, and once he cums it’s so much. his facial expression was the best part though. his eyebrows contort together and his maw just dangles open, desperately begging for a kiss. you kiss him as he’s pouring such thin ropes of cum into you. you slow down a bit, still riding him and he was so drunk off of you. you had him pussy drunk within a span of a few minutes. choso’s dick ferociously pulses inside of you, and it’s so warm and filthy.

while he’s still spurting into you, he’s heavily heaving—you softly lap your tongue near his bottom lip, pressing your body against his. forever snuggled up within his warmth.

“o-oh my goddd,” he’d drag out, feeling how much he spewed into your tight walls. his bulky arms wrap around you and he just holds you before feeling himself go limp. he’s flaccid, yet he didn’t wanna pull out just yet. he just wanted to stay here, like this with you. “you m-milked me baby.”

“do you feel better?” you purr, sneaking a kiss near the corner of his mouth.

choso’s so out of breath, it takes him a good twenty seconds to reply. “y-yesss,” and then he glances at you. you’re still on his lap, keeping his mess stuffed inside of you. your panties were probably all ruined, sticky and smeared with the remnants of his seed. “you didn’t finish, baby.”

“i’m okay.” you reassure him before gasping once he suddenly lifts you up softly, pulling out. you pout from not feeling so full, so plugged in.

choso makes you lie down on the bed, and he’s panting. heave after heave, dark eyebrows of his form together before he bends down, inching closer towards between your legs. “i want my girl to finish too,” and his voice was so soothing.

you moan, watching him lean closer towards your thighs, your legs still felt shaky and that’s when choso lolls out his tongue, slowly dragging his tongue up your thigh towards near the crevices of your cunt. he was so filthy, simply no shame in tasting his own mess just to ensure you get a sweet orgasm.

choso’s eyes flicker back up towards you before he spreads the lips of your cunt with two simple fingers. “you made me feel good s-so just let me,” and he continued to lap his tongue all over your legs. such lewd, he moans. warm breath fans against your skin before he licks near your panties that were all messy too. “let me clean you up now baby. pretty please?”