#and it made me feel better <3

[squuote]

big fan of when narrator is just a pair of hands. thing addams family style, sit on stanley’s shoulder

[brzaski]

on March 14th 2023, a Polish abortion activist Justyna Wydrzyńska was sentenced to eight months of community service for helping a woman in an abusive relationship access abortion pills

Poland has one of the strictest abortion laws in Europe.

if you can, please consider donating to ADT, the organisation that helps people in Poland access abortion!

edit: i see this post got reblogged into the terf teritory. ADT is trans friendly. please just donate and be quiet <3

[sxturdaysun]

anyway. shout out to selfshippers who write for their ships.

selfshippers who write long fics and drabbles and anything in between. selfshippers who like to plan their fics beforehand and those who prefer not to do any planning at all. selfshippers whose fics adhere to canon and those whose fics change it completely. selfshippers who take days to finish one fic and selfshippers that can finish ten in a week. and especially selfshippers who write for other selfshippers, too — who write gift fics, who roleplay other's f/os, who send headcanons and scenarios and letters and so much more.

there is so much love and creativity baked into every word you put to paper that can never be replicated. and your f/os love you so, so much for it. <3

[couthbbg]

Bianca Stone, “Artichokes” // x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x

[lameow-l]

GAMING IS MY SON AND IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM IM GONNA KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM AND THEN MYSELF!!

LOOK AT HIM HES SO CUTE

i still have hope in getting the other boys too

its ok they can be a band or smth.. at least then gaming wouldn’t have to be so disappointed in people not hiring him bc he’s just having fun with his boys…

[riconas]

Is Aeon going to get anything gentle from Rain? I'm sorry that just felt uncomfortable at the end I didn't expect it I'm sorry

Please don't be sorry, it's alright. I am sorry for not tagging better - I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable! I hope this makes up for it, and if you wanna talk to me you can always send me more anon asks, or chat to me in dms. 🧡

cw: a safeword, a splash of angst, and a very loving handjob

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He doesn’t remember what it is that Rain says, but he does remember how it makes him feel. Something derogatory, something cruel, a word that Aeon would have begged for in different circumstances, but can’t stand the sound of now. Slut, maybe. Or whore. Point is, it rolled off Rain’s tongue so easily, but went to Aeon’s head like a knife.

“Yellow,” Aeon says brokenly. “Please don’t call me that.”

He still can’t see very clearly, not with his vision wet and blurry, but he feels Rain pause in his tracks. The pressure around his throat disappears all at once, as does the discomfort of Rain’s hand on his cock. Relieved, Aeon lets out a shaky exhale, and turns his head away as he tries not to sob.

And then: Rain’s hand on his cheek, gentle and painfully familiar. “I’m sorry,” he says softly, guiltily. “Are you okay?”

Aeon looks into Rain’s eyes, heedless of the tears filling his own. “I just wanted to be good.”

Without warning, Rain’s getting off of him, kneeling beside him, not touching him anywhere anymore. Aeon grabs his hand before he can go any further. He doesn’t want to be left like this.

“I know,” Rain says, and Aeon thinks he detects fear in Rain’s voice, cold and dark and oily in the aether. “I shouldn’t have said that, baby. I’m sorry.”

Rain shouldn’t have. Aeon agrees. Doesn’t change the fact that he did.

“I just want you to touch me,” he says quietly. “I don’t want the—I don’t want the rough… shit, and all that.” He sniffles, holding back tears. He doesn’t understand why it’s different today. He doesn’t want to cry.

“Okay,” Rain replies. “I understand, sweetheart.”

Rough shit be damned, Aeon’s still hard. He hoists himself up on shaky arms, shuffling back to lean against the headboard, and pointedly avoids eye contact with Rain, even when Rain grabs a pillow and tucks it behind his back. He doesn’t want to face Rain’s pity while he’s jerking him off.

“What would you like me to do?” Rain asks kindly, placing a hand on his knee as he kneels between Aeon’s legs. “We don’t have to keep going. You want to clean up? Go to bed?”

“Use your hand,” Aeon says without hesitation. Then, more demandingly: “Make me cum.” He looks up at Rain, into his lovely blue eyes, and feels a little bad. “Please.”

Rain can be so gentle when he wants to be. Aeon closes his eyes and tips his head back as Rain starts to stroke him, not too fast, not too hard. He’s getting better at asking for what he wants, getting better at saying no, and he is terribly grateful for Dew, who chewed him out non-stop until he’d dropped the people-pleasing. After all the prior meanness, he’d nearly forgotten how it felt to be pampered. He’d missed this.

“Thank you for telling me,” Rain murmurs, squeezing his hand reassuringly, working Aeon’s cock like it’s his life’s goal to make Aeon feel good. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner." He thumbs over the head, just how Aeon likes it, exactly how Aeon taught him. The thought makes Aeon want to curl up into a tiny ball forever.

Carefully, he cradles Rain’s hand in both of his hands and holds it to his chest, so that Rain can feel the way his chest heaves as he gets close, the way his heart is pounding. All because of him.

“I wanted this,” Aeon says, tremulous, his head lolling to the side. “Not the choking, and the teasing. Wanted you to treat me like—like you loved me, or something.”

“I do love you,” Rain says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Aeon cums with his mouth pressed to Rain’s, lips parted, Rain’s tongue against his teeth. He’s quiet about it, groaning softly as he shoots all over Rain’s fingers, dribbles onto his own stomach. It feels like a big weight being lifted off his shoulders, the first breath after diving into the water, and when Rain noses gently into his hair, murmuring praise long overdue, Aeon forgets what he meant to say.

“There you go,” Rain murmurs, as Aeon shudders against him, burying his face in the crook of Rain’s shoulder. He digs his nails into Rain’s wrist, but Rain doesn’t complain. He stops jerking when Aeon starts to whimper, instead of dragging him into a second, more painful orgasm, and wipes his hand on the sheets instead of Aeon’s thigh.

Unfamiliar concepts to Aeon, but not unwelcome. He smiles drunkenly, gratefully, kissing Rain’s knuckles, nuzzling his hand. He’s got nothing to say, really. Nothing more he wants Rain to know, and he doesn’t want to waste his hard-earned breath on meaningless words. He kicks up a purr, groping clumsily at Rain’s waist, until Rain scoots in nice and close and presses their bodies together.

“Was that okay?” Rain asks, concerned. He puts his palm to Aeon’s cheek. “It felt alright?”

“Yeah,” Aeon mumbles tiredly. “You’re very good to me.” He pokes Rain’s chest until he detaches himself from Aeon, and then he dips a finger into the little droplets of cum on his stomach, swirling them around. So much angst, just for that. He should bring Rain a gift basket. He should return the favour.

“Should’ve told me you didn’t like it rough,” Rain says despondently, as he swipes at Aeon’s tummy in a sad attempt to clean him up. “All this time I’ve been making you feel terrible.”

“I do like it rough,” Aeon says, emphatic. “Just not today. Needed you to pretend.”

Rain kisses his forehead. “I wasn’t pretending.”

Aeon will unpack that later. He’s very tired now, and he deserves a break. He rests his head on the pillow and closes his eyes.

[cali]

darkraiiiiii

[bericas]

always an angel, never a god | the treatment of girls and women on teen wolf

[the-words-we-sung]

Season 3 ending

So... It's been almost a week since the last episode, almost a week trying to wrap my head around the end of the show, trying to manage my feelings about it all.

It's hard to end up feeling the complete opposite of nearly everyone on my dash but I've come to terms with the fact that I didn't love the ending. I didn't love this last episode. (I shouldn't feel ashamed or weird for saying so but you guys loved it so much that I feel a bit like an outsider right now 😓)

I haven't been a fan of the show for as long as most of you, but it means so much to me. These characters carved a place in my heart and in my head, and they've made me happy for months now. They helped me get through some stuff, made me discover some amazing artists, meet even more amazing people through this fandom. And I loved the story. Even in its darkest, saddest parts, I loved it. I was invested.

I love Wilhelm and Simon, together and separately. They mean so much to me. And I loved season 1 and 2. It made me happy, and sad, and frustrated, and exalted. But overall, I trusted the show and I was not disappointed.

Season 3 was a lot. I liked the first 5 episodes. I can't say that I loved everything about them: I was not expecting things to get so hard for Simon, with no reprieve in sight. I was not worried about Wilmon being endgame (I know it was a big stress for the fandom but honestly I never doubted that they were endgame), but I was wondering how the show would go about tying all the knots it made (I should even say all the knots it added during this last season).

(Under a read more because it's a bit long and I don't want to bother those who don't wanna read more of my frustrated thoughts ^^')

And unfortunately the last episode was a huge let down for me. Yes, it's partly because nothing I was hoping for actually happened, but mostly, it's because the choices they made did not feel very satisfying to me: ⁕ Simon was barely there. We went from him being bullied online/offline non stop for 5 episodes to almost nothing. It makes 0 sense to me. ⁕ Kristina suddenly feeling better: she was having break down upon break down for an entire season, could barely look at her son or even just talk normally and all of a sudden she's back, smiling and agreeing to everything Wilhelm says? I'm sorry but I don't buy it? Where did this Kristina hid during the entire show? ⁕ Wilhelm deciding to not be king, talking for 3min to his parents about it, them agreeing and him running into the sunset with Simon. I'm sorry, what?? I love that they end up together of course, but it makes very little sense to me? It won't change any of the issues they had this season? They're still gonna be famous? And bullied online/offline? (Probably even more so now?). I'm not obviously saying that Wilhelm staying in line to become king was the only or the best solution, but I wanted more from this storyline. I wanted to believe it. And right now, what we got? It feels a bit cheap (and I feel bad for saying that because the ending was cute and romantic and all, but it felt too disconnected from the rest of the show for me ><)

And apart from these few points, the big issue I had with this episode was: The Angst. So that might be a me-problem, but it was too much for my poor little heart (I haven't rewatched the episode yet, and I'm not sure I'll be able to anytime soon ><). I spent like 40min of the episode with a huge knot in the stomach because the heartbreak between Simon and Wilhelm was too much to handle for me. I can see how it was beautifully made, that having lots of throwbacks to the previous seasons, the Wille song, all of that was great cinematography. But it was just too much for me. I got in the season spoiler-free but for this episode? During the lake scene I had to take a break and check online if they were actually endgame because it was starting to actually give me a stomachache. So yeah, this part might be me being too sensitive but I did not like that they made me see them fight for each other for 2 seasons and 5 episodes, but then just giving up for 40min before finally running back to each other during the last 10min. It was just too much sadness for me ><

So yeah, maybe my expectations were too high? But I feel sad, and kinda cheated. Too many things are left wide opened. Too many things make zero sense to me. And of course I'm happy we got our Wilmon endgame, but I'm less happy about how it happened.

It's a bit hard being on Tumblr right now and seeing everyone who thought it was the perfect episode >< And I don't want to "yuck anyone's yum" (as the saying goes), but I still wanna be able to share my thoughts! I probably won't write super angry/unhappy/complaining posts about the season/the finale, but I still wanna be able to chat about it. I did see some posts on my dash from people not being entirely satisfied with this ending so it's a bit comforting. And I hope we can share some nice headcanons, or just discussions about different plot points.

But yeah, I guess that's why I haven't really been active this week! Trying to get over the double heartbreak of the end of the show + being disappointed with the ending! I'm gonna come back though! I miss hanging out here, I just need to strengthen my heart a little bit more :p Gonna get back to writing about my thoughts episode by episode for this season (I can't promise I can rewatch the last one though 😖 It might take me a bit of time to get there). And I want to continue my song analysis of the show!! I'm not even done with season 2 yet, I have some work to do there ^^

So see you back here very soon 😘

[gerards-little-killj0y]

Kick me like a stray

art by me :]

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

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[theswedishpajas]

Fun fact: Astarion is fucking TRAUMATIZED AS SHIT

[doodlebloo]

Hi I wrote a quick fix-it ficlet to make me feel better. Enjoy <3

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"And then, I turn to him and I say, 'Do you want to be friends?' Fade to black."

Tubbo and Ranboo share a glance.

"...That sucked."

"Yeah. That might have been your worst story so far."

Tubbo disagrees, really - He thinks Tommy's worst story tonight has been the one about Skeppy being named the server's new king - but this story has put an equal damper on their sleepover.

The blanket fort they've haphazardly arranged in the mansion's living room seems to agree. It leans pecariously to one side, threatening to collapse and bury them in linens and sheets.

Tubbo cradles his pillow close to his chest, legs crossed. To his right, Ranboo lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Tommy sits in front of them, lying on his stomach with his head in his fists, pouting.

"It did not suck," Tommy protests with a whine. "Tubbo, you- You got to use a nuke, man, I made you so badass."

"Yeah, but like, why? And why did we lose all our memories?"

"And why did you forgive Dream?" Ranboo chimes in. "He was- I mean, he was pretty awful to you."

"Yeah, but this- In this story, he's a good guy deep down. He's just- He was really lonely, and so he-"

"Bullshit," Tubbo interrupts. "Dream is a fucking maniac, and you know that, Tommy."

Tommy looks away, chewing his lip.

Tubbo's brow furrows. "Tommy."

"No, no, I- I know. Dream was... Dream was bad."

"Mhm," Ranboo agrees encouragingly.

Tommy swallows roughly. "And... And he wasn't my friend. He was not my friend."

Tommy sounds like he's convincing himself more with each repetition, but Tubbo steps in regardless, leaning forwards to meet Tommy's eyes.

"He wasn't," Tubbo quietly insists. "And you don't have to forgive him if you don't want to. Ever."

Tommy opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it quickly. He takes a shakey breath, burying his face in the pillows beneath him.

Tubbo leans backwards on his hands to give Tommy space. "Besides, he's fucking dead now, dude. Nobody to even forgive."

"Mm. I'm glad that guy's dead," Ranboo murmurs.

Tubbo smiles, flopping down on his back to lie next to them. "Yeah?"

"Yep."

"Well, I'm glad this guy's alive," Tubbo pokes at Ranboo's side teasingly.

Ranboo giggles, turning to look at him. "Aw, you don't mean that, come on now."

Tubbo grins. "I do, actually. Nice to hear you breathing and shit."

Tommy groans, so loudly and abruptly that it makes Ranboo jump.

"Stop fuckin' flirting right in front of- I'm having a moment of reflection! I'm- I'm coming to terms with all of my fuckin'- And you two are just, 'Mimimimi, ohh, we're married!'"

"Do we really sound like that?" Ranboo quirks a brow.

"Yes," Tommy and Tubbo respond in unison.

Ranboo sighs. "Well, do you have any idea when you're gonna be done reflecting? I either want to keep flirting or go to sleep."

"Sleep," Tubbo agrees, climbing underneath their designated sleeping blankets. "Fuck flirting. Not worth it."

Ranboo lets out a sad trill, speaking with an audible pout. "No flirting?"

"No, now go to sleep," Tubbo murmurs. "You too, Tommy."

"I wasn't done telling stories, though."

"Then I'll tell a new one. 'Once upon a time, Dream was dead, and me and Tommy and Ranboo all went to sleep. The next morning Michael came and woke us all up and our fort fell down. But we rebuilt it later. The end.'"

"Hooray," Ranboo cheers half-heartedly.

Tommy scoffs, though he moves to climb into their pile of pillows and blankets anyway. "That story was shit."

"You're shit."

"Shut up, man."

"I hate it when you guys fight like this," Ranboo sarcastically murmurs, already half asleep. "Tearing this family apart."

Tubbo yawns. "Yeah, Tommy, stop fighting. Think of the families."

"Fuck you." Tommy throws an arm around Tubbo's waist, thrashing until he's comfortable.

Tubbo smiles. After a few moments of struggling he's able to locate Ranboo's hand under the mountain of blankets on top of them, and he tangles their fingers together. Ranboo reaches to turn off the singular redstone lamp they'd had lighting the fort.

"Love you too, prick," Tubbo slurs. "And you too, honeysuckle."

"Eugh. Now you two are really just doing it to piss me off."

Ranboo snuggles back into bed, tossing and arm across Tubbo's shoulders.

"You should piss him off more often," he whispers into Tubbo's hair.

Tubbo chuckles quietly.

"Don't worry, I plan to. I've got time."

He means to say something else, to keep antagonizing Tommy or snarking to Ranboo or both, but Tubbo quickly drifts off before he's able to form any more coherent thoughts, fading slowly away into overwhelming warmth.

[tianhai03]

guys wake up new C coloring pic just dropped <333 have some teefs i drew awhile ago that i probably never posted here

[uncanny-tranny]

It is okay if you can never forgive somebody who has harmed or abused you. You don't have to forgive them, but you deserve to find peace in other ways. If you can't forgive or forget, then do things for your sake. Find what fulfills you, if to make it easier for yourself. That is okay. Forgiveness isn't forgiveness if it is demanded or expected, and it isn't fair for you