#anyways. godspeed

[blizzardrunner]

incredibly menacing but is SO nice about it

[minecraft-sideblog-tm]

Love that Grian has decided now is the time to use digging straight down as a mining strat, post-1.19 where it's pretty easy to dig into a huge cavern and then fall 80 blocks to the ground, or survive the fall but be surrounded by mobs, or fall onto an patch of dripstone, or fall into a MASSIVE lava lake, or land in an ancient city/deep dark biome, or-

[harmonymcadams]

being an adult so far has just been. wow being a kid sucked so sorry for all currently experiencing

[tacit-semantics]

Alright lacemaking sonic the hedgehog fans let’s make some noise

[qiu-yan]

MDZS and asshole victims: thoughts on the second siege of the burial mounds scene

this post is not about morality judgments. this post is about reader sympathies only.

one rather clever rhetorical trick MDZS employs is putting all the more background "surviving victims of wei wuxian's actions" into one big angry mob at the second siege of the burial mounds, instead of letting them crop up anywhere else in the story. it's easy for a first-time reader to write off the guy who lost a leg at nightless city, or the guy whose parents died at nightless city, because both of those guys are being dicks. they're part of an angry mob baying for wei wuxian's blood--unfairly baying for wei wuxian's blood, because this time he didn't even do the thing they're saying he did. by putting these two victims into a mob of not just fellow victims but also unaffected individuals (ie. sect leader yao, who just showed up for kicks), the story can effectively equate these victims' grievances (ie. "you killed my parents") with unreasonable mob rule--even if these two things might not actually be equivalent.

the effect of this rhetorical trick, then, is that the reader can at once perceive the themes about mob mentality MXTX wishes to convey, and also effectively write off the victims' complaints. "yes, i did that to you, but i literally died already, what more do you want me to do? shall i walk on my knees repenting?" becomes easier for the reader to accept. and more importantly--wei wuxian's likability as a moral and just protagonist is not impacted.

ngl tho. it would be a bit more difficult for the reader to write off these victims' complaints if, instead of meeting said victims in an angry mob, the reader instead met these victims almost anywhere else. imagine if, instead of meeting mr. "you killed my parents" at the second siege of the burial mounds, we instead met him getting smashed at the local bar and crying about how his parents are dead. imagine if, instead of meeting mr. "you chopped off my leg" as a member of an angry mob, we instead met him begging for alms on the side of the road because his disability rendered him unable to work in a wuxia-esque setting. or imagine--if either of these background characters, overcome with survivor's guilt and trauma from nightless city, hung himself in his bedroom, and the next day his body was discovered by his 15-year-old daughter.

all of these scenarios are entirely plausible. you could easily include any of them into the story without changing the main plot at all. but suddenly shit just got a lot more depressing.

however, no such scene would ever be included in MDZS. the reason is that, as a work of fiction, MDZS's single most ardent goal is for us the readers to conclude not just that "we like wei wuxian as a character," but also that "wei wuxian is ultimately a morally righteous person." when the narrative focus shifts onto the people who were actually helped by wei wuxian's actions (mianmian and her family, lan sizhui, the few months of dignity the wen remnants were afforded) this becomes much easier for us to conclude; wei wuxian does indeed look like a hero. but the more narrative focus is given to the negative impacts of wei wuxian's actions--the more the "victims of wei wuxian" (whether actual victims or not) are given a face, instead of abstracted away by broad summaries--the more the reader might side-eye wei wuxian instead. every new victim given a name, given narrative attention that isn't just focused on making them look like an asshole, arouses the reader's sympathies in the opposite direction--and thus increases the risk that the reader might ultimately disagree with the novel's conclusion of "wei wuxian is a righteous person."

tbh, this does not seem like a risk MXTX particularly wants to take. instead, she's mastered the art of writing Asshole Victims.

which is an entirely valid writing decision, because imo basically every work of genre fiction out there does this to some extent.

[milezperprower]

anyways

[lost-in-fandoms]

Don't look at me we were all thinking it. If you weren't then you can scroll on and not perceive me.

cw: explicit sexual content

Max takes Daniel's dick deeper, throat spasming a little around the intrusion.

He used to have a terrible gag reflex, could barely take Daniel's tip without having to pull back again, but he's never been anything if not determined, and this after all was just another skill to learn, another body part to train.

He still can't take Daniel all the way, doubts most people could (and no he won't get competitive about the one girl who Daniel said was able to do it straight away, both because he's almost sure she's not real and because the last time he did he almost threw up. Very unsexy), but it doesn't matter anyway, not when Daniel is hot and hard in his hand, throbbing against his tongue.

He knows he doesn't need to deep throat at all to make Daniel come, especially not now, when there's salty precum already coating the inside of his mouth when he bobs back a little and Daniel's balls are drawn up tight against his body, but he likes it. He likes the feeling of it, the challenge, and the way Daniel's face scrunches up, breathy gasps leaving his mouth, as if he's surprised every time. He likes when his nose brushes against Daniel's curly pubes, when his lips bump against his own hand, wrapped around all the length he still can't take. He likes the way it makes Daniel lose his words, the way he's always chatty, even during sex, but goes quiet for this, only moans tumbling out his parted lips.

He likes the way Daniel's fingers twist hard in his hair when he's about to come, as if Max would even think about pulling off.

Well, sometimes he does pull off, lets Daniel come on his face and then lick it off, but not today. He closes his lips around Daniel's dick and sucks lightly at the head, tongue curling underneath it, watching Daniel's muscles jump as he comes, his tattooed thighs clamping closed against Max's ears until everything he can see or feel or taste is Daniel Daniel Daniel.

He lets it build in his mouth, not swallowing while Daniel stops coming and relaxes back on the bed, breathing raggedly and pushing Max off. Some of it escapes, Max feels it like sticky drool on his lips, down the corner of his mouth, as he crawls over Daniel's body, hovering over him, trying to breathe through his nose.

He waits until Daniel's eyes are open again and fixed on him, even if a bit bleary, before making a show of it, swallowing and licking his top lip with his still cum-coated tongue, unable to stop himself from grinning a little. Daniel's breath catches again, one of his hands coming up to grab Max's neck, pulling him down.

Max doesn't finish cleaning his mouth before kissing him.

[swanno-arts]

i couldnt sleep

[brain-rot-hour]

Who let this man dress himself?

Appalling

[bluntloyalist]

[blanketforcas]

joining the online part of the supernatural fandom late is so difficult because you guys love to make up new words, it's like learning a new language lol

no idea what you mean but anyway we have a "was jensen's silence really that sexy?" discussion in a min with a mitties and jitties posting break in the middle, so i gotta go i'm afraid

[iguessitsjustme]

These are my personal favorites. And I got enough sleep so I'm feeling cruel again.

(I only put completed shows on these polls)

[paper-cities]

[kuragesoda]

yumeno kanata gentaro

+ bonus process gif under the cut!!

[littencloud9]

MORE gay people for you

lemon futon + "focus on me."

kunibram + "..perhaps this is unneccessary"

kunichuu + "don't surprise me like that!"

fyoran + "should i have expected anything else?"

so many gays,, also im scared of writing fyodor AND ranpo but i hope i did them alright o7

lemon futon + focus on me

"It's easy," Katai says, gesturing to the half-folded paper star in front of him. "Just focus on me." Without missing a beat, Kajii replies, "That won't be too hard." Katai glares through the frames of his glasses, but he can't force down the embarrassed chuckle that leaves him. He continues folding the paper star, puffing it up and putting it in Kajii's hands when he's done. Kajii lifts it up to the light, squinting at it, like he cannot believe such a contraption is possible. "Astounding," Kajii says. "You're amazing!" Katai flushes. "It's just a hobby... Kunikida and I used to fold lots." "Really?" "Uh-huh. Jars of them, sometimes." "Can I try?" Katai blinks. Kajii's sudden enthusiasm is taking him by surprise. "Y-yeah, sure." Katai reaches for the stack of paper strips at the side, tearing one out and passing it over. When their fingers brush, his heart stutters while Kajii actually beams. He has no clue how he got here, but this crush is getting severely out of hand.

kunibram + ...perhaps this is unnecessary

Bram can feel his control slipping. How preposterous. He is Bram Stoker, the Lord of the Undead, a terrifying calamity, the very definition of evil. He should not be losing it over— His fingers twitch as Kunikida removes another button, exposing more of his pale skin, specifically his neck. Bram can hear the blood rushing through his veins, the sweet, inviting scent flooding his nose. Before he knows it, he's reaching out, a hand pushing at Kunikida's forehead and forcing it up. Kunikida goes like a doll on a string, so unlike his usual stubborn front. As Bram leans in, nose nudging along Kunikida's neck and feeling him shiver, he stops. He's going dizzy from desire, but he still has a sense of guilt and dignity, and he doesn't want to turn into a mindless, hungry beast in front of the only human who trusts him so deeply. "...Perhaps this is unnecessary," he chokes out. His fangs press onto Kunikida's skin, right where his pulse thumps the hardest. "It is not a must for me to feed. If I were to—" "I'll stop you if I have to," Kunikida whispers. His voice is hoarse. "Do it already." So demanding despite the compromising position he's in. Bram brings another hand up, grasping onto Kunikida's collar and tugging on it, the fabric crinkling between his fingers. "If you insist, my queen." Before Kunikida can bristle at the nickname, Bram bites, and a heady sensation begins to flood his brain.

kunichuu + don't surprise me like that!

Kunikida freezes in his tracks when Chuuya appears from the ceiling, hanging upside down the door frame with a grin. His hair stays perfectly done due to his ability and he waves, eyes filled with mischief. "Chuuya," Kunikida admonishes, "don't surprise me like that!" "But you're cute when you're startled," Chuuya shoots back. His grin widens when Kunikida gives them a cross glare. "Welcome home, by the way." "Terrible welcome," Kunikida claims, side-stepping him and ducking into the house. He hears Chuuya come down, feet landing on the floor with a soft thump before hurrying after him. "Aw, c'mon. Do you want a different one? I can make it up to you." "And you're a terrible flirt," Kunikida huffs, refusing to give in despite the smile on his face. Chuuya grabs his arm, spinning him around. He hooks his hands around his neck, pulling him down with a smirk. "Are you sure? I don't hear you complaining when I do this." And then Chuuya goes on his tiptoes and brings their lips together, and Kunikida drops his bag down to pull him closer. "You're not forgiven," he mutters between kisses, even though he's actively melting. "Right," Chuuya agrees, grinning against his lips.

fyoran + should i have expected anything else?

"Fyodor-kun!" Ranpo shouts with glee, dashing up to him. "There you are. I found you!" Fyodor raises an eyebrow. He wasn't aware they were playing a game of hide-and-seek, although he did keep his location a secret when he sent that letter to Ranpo, asking him to meet. "You deciphered my letter?" he asks, turning his chair to face Ranpo, who nods with his hands on his hips. "Of course. Should I have expected anything else?" "Obviously not." Ranpo's bright smile melts off into something darker as his eyes open. His stare has always fascinated Fyodor. No other regular human being could have such a piercing look, as if they know all the secrets to the universe. Ranpo is the only exception. "Well?" Ranpo asks. "What was it you wanted me for?" An unnecessary question. They both know it. Fyodor doesn't reach out, never one to intiate first, even if this was his idea. He lets Ranpo come to him, lets him make the first indication of want. Like a moth to a flame. "I think you know, Ranpo-kun." Ranpo grins. "Of course."

[xiphoid-processing]

hello hi. finwean stupidity upon ye