#but i never wanted to tell them for this exact reason

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog: Wakfu Season 1 (episode 20, The Tree of Life)

I like to think he was looking for any sign of Armand being a sussy baka, or, alternatively, Armand being actually worried about the things he's been told.

Sadly, Joris finds neither.

I like to think that Joris and Amalia&Eva have a good pre-established relationship for the following reason: it's shown to be good enough for him to get onto the balcony and for them to be immediately happy about it, instead of going "what the hell are you doing here?" or "were you spying on us? (he was. even if it is for the good of the world.)"

Maybe that's another reason Armand hates him — besides Joris insisting on the instructions that were given to him and not bowing down to Armand's ~power~ — Joris may be a yet another person who likes his sister more.

Btw Joris is doing batshit insane tower climbing again, just like in the Ush comic.

Never change, king.

Get ready for my deep, deep, insightful commentary into what the fact that Joris believes that no issue is insolvable implies within the context of his "has seen countless human deaths" life:

I think I hauve covid.

Do you think one of the solutions that he has for issues is to wait it out and watch, as the walls of the prison that are "circumstances of life", start to decay?

Translation from politespeak: "I am going to cause a political incident with your cringe brother to help you tell your father about Nox's plans."

I love how ready he is to beat people up. And to cause a political incident.

Joris after getting down from the balcony railing, now suddenly very much below everyone in the room, in a matter of fact voice: After I slam the tree stump on the floor to create a loud sound, — and probably damage said floor, sorry, — you are going to scream that the iop returned. I will keep hitting random things until they run in. When the guards do run in, I beat them to unconsciousness with my magic wand. You can also hit them if you want, — yes, yes, you can use the candelabra, or any other metal object in the room, — but do not hit them on the head without me! It's very easy to accidentally kill a person, when you're not used to beating them to unconscious on a relatively regular basis.

Bugs when you lift a rock.

God knows, Joris is extremely aware of how bad the thing he just did is, and how much trouble he'll be in afterwards. God also knows that Joris probably doesn't give a shit.

The little slam... The commanding voice... He's everything.

When Joris is this polite, he is either angry as fuck and can't do anything about it, or angry as fuck and about to beat you to death.

This little "I insist" is so uncalled-for. He's just mocking them at this point, considering what he is about to do.

Something I really noticed this time around, is that Joris really likes kicking things. He kicked Pinpin, he kicked these guys... This is a trait he gets from Kerubim, sure, but he takes kickmaxxing to another level by, very cockily, doing half this battle with his hands behind his back on a simple whim.

He is the same exact type of an insane, prideful asshole as Kerubim. It maddens me when people think he's actually humble and normal just because of his introversion and more low-key facade.

He may not scream "I'm smarter and better and stronger than every loser in this room" outwardly like his father, but exudes the same exact noxious aura nonetheless.

You know why I also think Joris thinks of Amalia and Eva well?

He put this little show on, — fighting two simple guards with pirouettes, hands behind his back, and a little touch of magic, — just for them. We know what he actually fights like when he means it. And it has none of this insanity.

You see, he points out his ability to fight off an army of simple, normal people, all alone. And on one hand it's just reassuring Eva and Amalia that they have nothing to fear...

...and on the other hand, it makes me think he likes it when random teenagers think he's cool and awesome.

Even though this blog is crepinjurgen-focused, I want to say that this is one of my favorite wakfu episodes. This scene always makes me tear up.

Anyway do you think Joris just carries with him ropes to tie enemies with whenever he goes — or did he take a rope from somewhere within the castle? How often does this happen? Does he do this as a torture method too? Does he—- [I am removed by the secret police by being way too insane today]

Still using vous, despite hating his ass.

[guy who made a blog that's 33% dedicated to talking about doomed siblings] Yeah it's so sad that even Tot doesn't understand Clephee's potential, and how insane her relationship with Eva is. Imagine loving your sibling, but they never feel good enough, and they keep leaving you. They turn everything into competition, never celebrate your wins because they feel like their losses. Imagine speaking so little — being so distant, that when you have a happy dream of that sibling, it's them as a child, way back before. And imagine that this sibling wants to turn you into a fur coat— [I am electrocuted]FHDSJHDFJKsdhfsdhfERR-

There are so many people unconscious and Joris is actually freaking the fuck out, which makes me think that, for the past 10-20 minutes in-universe, he and Armand have been doing the Joris whack-a-mole thing.

Like, Joris is actually alarmed/bewildered by the fact that Armand will literally not listen to a single fucking word and just keeps mindlessly punching the floor.

Is he insane? Is he for real?

At this point, he's worried for the guy's health. This has been happening for a while. He sounds scared.

Like Armand keeps hurting himself in his attempts to beat Joris up and it's scaring Joris shitless because it's actually starting to get a little bit weird and off-putting.

Yet he turns around so nonchalantly.

[reylwq]

⊹ | Forced Marriage - Kang Taehyun

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Title: Forced Marriage

Person: Kang Taehyun of Tomorrow X Together

Kang Taehyun x reader !!

POVfem

TW: NSFW, 18+, pet/cute nicknames (Babe, baby, princess, honey (?), sweetheart, etc.)

A/N: There will be NO r@p3/s3xu@11 abu5e/r@s1sm and etc that is problematic with those things!! ——— I hope I said everything? I hope you will enjoy this story <3

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Taehyun is the CEO of his father’s famous and well known hotel. But of course, your own father, who’s a businessman, but also a childhood friend to Taehyun’s own father. This means both of them have known each other for the past 45 years? They are in their early 60s. A long time…

And of course, both Taehyun’s parents and your parents wanted a marriage between you and Taehyun. Listen; he’s a good looking guy, but, hell, his cold personality is not going to break though him, at least you won’t be the reason? Or maybe?

God, how long has it been since you moved in in a whole new house with Taehyun, your so-called-husband? 2 months? TWO?! oh, fuck…

You two really hate each other— okay, maybe not hate, hate is a strong word to use. But not liking each other is for sure.

You keep getting annoyed at him, just leaving random stuff all over the house, throwing clothes, making a mess in the kitchen like 8-year-old kid. And always so goddamn stubborn. Ugh.

But in the other way around, he gets annoyed at you, just scolding him like he’s a kid; which he hates. Not only that, he married someone who doesn’t want to, but of course it’s for the business’ sake.

He gets annoyed that your so fucking sexy— woah? Wait? What?

Yes. Yeah, he does. But obviously, his stubborn ass will never admit it. Even though every time he sees you bend over to grab something, he gets that bent over ass view for free and he gets hard. Fuck, he wished he could just straight up fuck you from behind. Hell, he can’t do that, right? Right.

. . . . .

Today, you and your friend were going to a club, just for the night— or maybe not? Maybe to just lift that mood up, since your friend just got broken up with her boyfriend of 2 years, just like, what? 3 days ago?

This just elf you to dress up more extra, or to be more exact, more revealing.

You out on your tight, very silky dress with the color of wine red. Your chest is very revealing, your ass being hugged by the dress, those thighs looking juicy. Fuck, you looked sexy as fuck. That necklace made your neck look kissable.

“And, where is my wife going in that dress?” The sarcasm leaving his mouth, sounding annoying as hell to hear it leaving his mouth. But…yet, he sounded a bit more, weird?

You turned around and he was standing a few steps away from you, crossing his arms over his well-build chest muscles— and his beefy arms is something you can resist to look at. He looked very serious and just staring at you, almost eyeing you up and down, and you sworn that if you blinked, you would’ve missed that very unnoticeable smirk at the corner of his lip.

“At a club.” I scoffed. I grabbed my keys and was about to open the front door, to leave.

“A club, with that dress? I don’t think so.” He scoffed back. He stepped closer to you, then suddenly grabbing your wrist, a possessive glint in his eyes.

“We are supposed to be married. You can’t go around dressed like that.” He spoke in a low, commanding tone, one that couldn’t be ignored.

You just sighed— what’s wrong with him?

“Tsk, just stop talking. Don’t tell me what I can’t or can do.” I muttered as I grabbed the keys, opening the front door and left the house with an aggressive slam— not too hard, though. But, still.

Once you left, Taehyun’s expression soured. He cursed softly, his hands gripping the pillow in the couch, tightly.

“Fucking stubborn brat.” He growled to himself, knowing there was no way he could force you to change your mind. But the thought of you in that right and revealing dress, out there in the club, with other men…

He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy deep within him. He’d never admit it, but he couldn’t stand the thought if you with someone else. This was the one thing that made him question his stoic nature.

. . . . .

Later that night, as you returned home, exhausted from the night’s event, Taehyun was waiting for you— it surprised you.

“Hm? Well…I guess so?”I mumbled as I took my heels off by the entrance, my feet hurting me as hell.

“Did you have fun?” His voice was cold, but his eyes seemed to betrayed a hint of curiosity.

I looked at him; I wasn’t drunk at all, just tried as fuck.

"Good." Taehyun nodded, not breaking eye contact, studying you intently. He could see the exhaustion on your face, and for some reason, it made him happy. You belonged to him, and only him.

"Go to sleep, y/n." He commanded, a bit of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

I rolled my eyes. Why does he have to act like that, it just get me in my nerves for some reason.

“Tch…” I scoffed as I walked inside the bathroom to take a warm shower, just washing of the damn alcohol smell that my friend accidentally spilled over, mixed up with my sweat.

He watched you leave, his eyes following the sway of your hips. It was a sight that always left him wanting more. Once you were out of sight, Taehyun let out a deep breath.

"Damn it, Taehyun..." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. He knew you were a prize he shouldn't want, and yet, he was becoming more and more consumed by you.

It was just a matter of time before his feelings for you would be impossible to hide, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, you washed off the night's makeup, trying to forget the crude advances from the men at the club. As you got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, you saw Taehyun in the bedroom, waiting for you.

"Come to bed, princess ." His voice was no longer cold, but rather, it had a seductive tone, a tone that made your heart beat a little faster.

I sighed, something was off with him. I just walked to the bedroom but I grabbed my my panties and my pajama from the closet.

Taehyun watched you, his eyes never leaving your body as you moved. Once you had your clothes, you turned away from him, but he spoke before you could reach the privacy of the bathroom.

"Don't bother changing." He commanded, a clear hunger in his voice. You hesitated, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

"Why not?" I asked, confused. Taehyun's lips curved into a predatory smile.

"Because I want to see every inch of you, before you hide from me." His eyes were intense, leaving you breathless. You hesitated for a moment, but before you could reply, he was already walking towards you, his hunger for you growing stronger with each step.

Your heartbeat quickened, and your breathing grew shallow as Taehyun closed the distance. He reached for the towel, pulling it away from your body with a gentle yet assertive touch.

Exposed, you felt vulnerable, but also aroused, your nipples hardening in response to his intense gaze. Taehyun trailed his fingers down your arm, his touch sending shivers through your body.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "And I'll make sure you're never left wanting." His lips met yours, the kiss hungry and demanding. His hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples, while the other hand slipped between your legs, finding your wetness.

"You want this, don't you?" he growled against your lips. "You want me, my wife." You nodded, biting your lip, unable to find your voice as he guided you to the bed, positioning you on all fours. He entered you roughly, filling you completely.

You gripped into the sheets so goddamn hard and tightly, that you never knew you could grip into something like that. Your face was facing the mattress of the bed as you moan.

“Oh fuck, Taehyun…” you breathed out. You felt the pain, probably because you have never had sex before. His thrusts were fast and deep.

Each moan you let out only fueled Taehyun's lust, pushing him to go even harder. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he dominated you completely.

“T-taehyun…it’s hurts…” I managed to somehow breathe it out of. My voice has this shaky voice when I said it. I was gripping the sheets so harshly and it was so uncomfortable.

Taehyun slowed down when he heard my voice. He got concerned about you as he pulled out of you and turned you around on your back.

“Are you okay, y/n?!” He said under his heavy breathing. He looked very concerned— no, his eyes looked straight up worried for me.

I felt blush crawling up in my face out of embarrassment, I felt like an idiot for some reason. God, why do I have to act this way?

Taehyun saw your flustered face and softly smiled as I moved your hair away from your face and leaned over you.

“Princess, you okay?” He spoke so softly, something about this tone and demeanor made my heart skip beats. He slowly caressed my cheek. And the way he called me princess, oh god.

“…it hurts…” I whispered, almost mumbling and just feeling embarrassed.

“Do you want to try another way? Do you want me to stop- I can stop!” He whispered back, matching my tone. He just kept caressing my cheek.

“No…no…I want this. It’s just- I-” I stammered, feeling more humiliated than embarrassed. It’s just in my head…

He smiles at you. Something about his smile, it was a genuine smile, a smile to show comfort, it just made my face get redder and redder.

“Let’s try this way then…I will be gently with you, okay? And if it hurts, tell me to stop and I will stop, okay baby?” The softness and the warmth in his voice made me feel less embarrassed.

The way he even called me baby, it made me feel safe in his arms.

He started to his me, his lips were so warm, so soft, so sweet and tender. His kisses was very passionate. You couldn’t help but lift your hand up to the nape of his neck and just kissing him back, while he’s hovering over you, his body weight being pressed over your body, but his holding a bit to not put his whole weight on you.

Taehyun moved down to your neck and gave you sweet and affectionate kisses. Giving you small love bites and sucking on your skin.

You couldn’t help but let out a gasp when his warm breathe was tickling your neck, while giving your love bites and us hung in your skin.

He was trying to find your sensitive spot on your neck, to find it and make you squirm beneath him.

“Your taste so good, babygirl…” he mumbled very quietly under his breathe between the kissed, making his warm breathe tickling IVER again over your skin.

He hummed a but, making it have a small vibration sensation for a quick second. His hands roaming on your sides. That’s until you let out another gasp— he find your spot in your neck.

His hand finding it’s way to your breast and starts massaging it, which made you shiver. You let out a soft and a low moan.

You swore you felt a smirk speeding across his lips in the kisses. It gave you another wave of shivers.

“Mmm, baby…I wanna want you moan…” he whispered as he started kissing down your collarbone, then down to you nipple.

You squirmed a little bit, beneath him. You bit into your lips, just to not moan. But it felt so good.

“Don’t hold it, princess…” he whispered, his voice dropped to lowest, which sent you a millions of butterflies in your stomach. And you let out a moan when he started to suck on your breast and your nipple.

He took his sweet time by sucking with your nipple, and his left hand was massaging your other breast.

He started to kiss you lower and lower, kissing you stomach until he moved all the way down and he glanced up at him, to see if you will let him, if you enjoy this; and you did.

His lips hovered just above your clit. “So wet…” his tone dropped…he gave a kiss on your pussy, it made you let out a small, subtly moan.

He started to lick and flickering his tongue over your clit. Oh shit, oh shit.

That man has a good grip of your thighs and caressing as he kept flickering his tongue on your clit. That sent you a wave of pleasure. You let out a few moans— buckling your hips a bit upwards as a reaction.

“P-please…please…” you breathed out as you rolled your head back and your hand worked by itself— it find itself on top of his head, gently gripping onto his hair.

Taehyun glanced up, “please what, baby…?” He said in a seductive tone. He grinned and just went back to lick your clit.

“Don’t stop, please…” I moaned it out as my grip onto his hair tightened. It felt so good, too good. My back was arching upwards and I felt getting closer to my orgasm.

He sensed and knew you were close, so his finger find itself pushing inside of you. You barely felt that king finger entering you. But oh god, that felt heavenly.

"I'm going to make you come, y/n," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "You're mine, and I'll give you everything you need."

His pace increased, and the tenderness turned back into urgency, but there was still a softness in his gaze, a feeling that he cared for you, that he needed you as much as you needed him.

As he was both licking your clit and finger fucking you, he pulled in his ring finger; two fingers are inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

You heard him moan against your pussy and he looked like he was almost talking to himself, “oh, fuck yes..” he mumbles.

You looked down at him, you saw his hand movement; on his other free hand. He was stroking himself.

I moaned, he hit the spot with his finger and I was so close to cum. And he knew I was, based on how my hips buckled upwards and legs shaking subtly.

Suddenly, Taehyun stopped, pulling his fingers out and lifting up his head. Positioning himself between your legs.

“So beautiful…” he breathed out, more like a very hungry tone in his voice and eyes. That man looks like he can eat you up in a second.

A moan escaped me once he pushed his throbbing cock, searching and pegging for release. “Fuck…” the word just left my lips.

He started off slowly, looking at me, searching for any signs of me being in pain. “So tight…so fucking tight, princess” he moaned out.

The grip you had into that sheet was something you didn’t realize at all. You were in occupied with the pleasure your body was washing you over with. “M-more…” the pleading in your voice was making Taehyun grin.

“You want more, my princess?” He asked, his breath was uneven. “Show me how much of that more is.” He whispered into your ear as he grabbed you arms and pulled you upward, pulling your body toward him.

“Ride me. Show me how much you want me, how much of that more is.” Oh fuck, something about his voice just turned me on like a gasoline setting on fire in just less than a second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your elbows resting on his shoulder, closer the nape of his neck. You have never had sex with anyone, meaning you never had rode a damn dick. But fuck it, your body was working on its own, it has its own little brain.

His hands roaming your sides, stopped by your hips and helped you out. You started moving up and down, very slowly, just to feel it.

“Mm…just like that, baby” he whispered as he captured my nipple with his mouth and started licking it, kissing it, sucking on it, gosh…

The pleasure you had in you, you just wanted to explore it more. You. Want. More. You started riding him faster, it was clear that you were in need.

His moan left his mouth, something about hearing his moan, it was making me wanna do things to him, thing I have never done.

“Just like that, my pretty girl” oh, oh, that’s it; you literally used all of your energy into this, you peak was starting to build up, you rode him faster, that’s the fastest you can go.

The hips of his, they buckled upwards as another moan escaped his mouth. His head, he doesn’t know if he wanna suck your tits or jerk his head back.

Moans left my mouth, we are moth getting closer to reach out damn orgasms. He’s staring at my breast bouncing along with my up and down movements. He looked at my pleasure that was written all over my face.

Fuck, your so close. “Tae- I’m…” I breathed out, totally lost, my brain is foggy. “You’re close.” He finished your unfinished sentence.

Your legs are shaking, your knees are getting weak, so close, so close…

“Cum for me, baby…” he demanded you, yet it sounded like his pleading you to do so. You just let out your moans, panting like an animal, you wish you could do more than this, but you can’t.

With one swift motion, he pushed you down on your back, making you let out a small yelp. He positioned himself between your legs and started to fuck you.

You don’t know what went though you but you moaned out his name like your life depended on it. That gave Taehyun shivers down his spine. His brain was spinning, getting foggy, hell, probably seeing starts too.

“Fuck, y/n! I’m gonna…cum…” he panted it out. “You want me to cum in you, huh?” His voice was leaning more against the teasing side, yet he sounded serious, which he was.

“Please…p-please do it…” your voice was barely audible, your legs hugging just about his hips so tightly, pushing him deeper inside of you.

“Fuck…you’re making me cum,” he said that, straight into your ear and started kissing your jaw and neck. He looked at you in the eyes, your eyes rolling back. This felt like you were sent to heaven.

He used his last energy to fuck you hard and fast, you’re moaning like an animal in the wild and he’s just there whimpering along with a few moans, right into you ear.

He captured your lips with his, kissing you, slipping in his tongue. Both of you moaning into each other mouths. “I’m gonna cum, my pretty…”

With an exaggerated moan from him, he spilled his seed inside of you, “oh, fuck…fuck” he cursed under his breathe, he didn’t stop, he wanted to see you cum for him. “Cum for me, baby.”

Your moans filling the room, the moistest sound of your wetness and his seed together was playing in your ears.

If swore you either saw white OR black washing over your eyes as I reached your orgasm. This was something you have never experienced before, hell, you thought you passed out for a second as you squirted. squirted? Yeah, you squirted for the first time of your life, neither did you know you could’ve done that with your own body.

A gasp escaped Taehyun’s mouth as you wet his cock, his hot abs and even the damn bed. “Mmm…just like that, princess.” He collapsed on top of you as both of you panted.

His hand reached to move a stand if your hair from your face and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “So pretty…” he whispered.

[goodluckclove]

Are You a Writer That Isn't Writing? Join Me Inside My Blanket Fort!

Hi! Welcome! It's so good to see you. i've just been hanging out here, kind of listening to my favorite podcast and drinking some green tea. I have another bottle here - do you want to try? It has lemon in it. It's sweet, but not too sweet. Just like I like it.

Yeah, so I might need to introduce myself. My name is Clover, but you can call me Clove. I've been a write for fifteen years and I've finished fourteen novels. I published one and I'm working on the sequel. I've written and produced plays, published short stories, and even worked as a copywriter and ghostwriter. That wasn't very fun. Actually, the writing was fun, but they brough in AI right at the end - it's a long story. Anyways, what I mean to say is that you could consider me a working writer. If you go through my blog I post a lot of snippets from what I'm working on. You can even Google my old pen name "Miranda Seaver" and find some columns and stories and I think a short play I had some strangers do over Facebook.

I'm not saying this to brag. I'm saying this because I've been doing this for a long time and I want you to have context to the work I've done as we keep talking to each other. If you read what I write and you don't like it, maybe you can decide that I have no idea what I'm talking about. That's fine. We can still be friends!

Okay, so you're probably here because you're having trouble writing. Either that or you just can't resist the allure of a blanket fort - that makes sense too. But assuming you're unable to write for some reason, I just wanted to speak to you in private. Because I know it's hard. I know it's disillusioning. And though there's this weird perception online that writers are supposed to hate writing, I personally believe the situation is a lot more nuanced than that.

Maybe you're scared. Or you're tired. Or the whole act of sitting down and writing feels so big and clumsy and unwieldy as it bounces around your head that you don't know what to do with it. The weight of it doesn't feel right. It happens - it happens to me too sometimes, and it never feels good. But it's a natural part of the creative process and it's more of a slight mishandling rather than massive sin or flaw of character.

It might not help that there's so much advice online, isn't there? It seems all these people have a set guide to how to do literally everything. There's some sort of odd binary to the creative process that some make it seem as if writers innately fall under. You're either a pantser that never outlines, or a plotter that only structures. Every draft has have a specific focus, and you must follow an arc to achieve any specific goal in your character or plot.

That's a lot! Isn't that a lot? I've been talking to a lot of new writers on here who find all of that information - especially the information that conflicts (A lot of them) to be deeply intimidating. If not intimidating, then just slightly...off. Potentially enough to make the act of opening a word processor and slamming out a few hundred words to not really seem like that much fun anymore.

See, there are useful writing resources on tumblr. People with unique experiences sharing their specific information in a public space where writers can benefit from it. How would a certain mobility aid impact a person's life? What are the physical ramifications of training on a sword? Look at this picture of some sickass gems of different colors! These are all super cool things that I find incredibly useful for both current and future reference.

On the other hand, the guides that speak structurally to writing? That try and tell you the exact steps to follow in order to achieve a certain result? A lot of them end their posts by plugging their ko-fi but don't actually show any of their own personal writing? They don't necessarily have the answers.

If you read some prompt list and it inspires you, that's cool and great! Our brains think of a lot of really innovative things based on the smallest spark of input and that's a truly incredible thing. But if you read someone who makes a list of ways to show a certain emotion and you're left confused and discouraged - consider that they're wrong. Or not wrong, not really. They just don't have the right story.

For other forms of writing advice, maybe they're right - only not in a genre you want to write in. That's the weird thing about all these writing blogs that don't actually say what they write or read. If I was looking for writing advice, I wouldn't go to someone who specializes in reading and writing political thrillers or mysteries. They're valid genres, just not what I specifically do.

You just can't make grand blanket statements about this kind of thing, and that's an unpleasant truth I think we all need to hear.

Every writing rule has been broken successfully. The Dharma Bums, and frankly anything else Jack Kerouac has ever written, has truly no plot. American Psycho chains you to a truly reprehensible protagonist. Naked Lunch was written in one long chunk that was then cut up and rearranged, and then that nonsense was published. If On a Winter's Night a Traveler takes YOU (literally you - half the narrative is written in second person) and sends you on a wild goose chase where every other chapter is a different book. Kurt Vonnegut has a literal self insert of himself that shows up as a side character in Breakfast of Champions and then takes role in the lead cast in Timequake. Read a Chuck Palahinuik book and he will lie to you three time at least. Read House of Leaves and you'll feel like you're wandering a contemporary art gallery. I can't fucking get past the first 60 pages of Ulysses but I've been TRYING for YEARS because the prose is BEAUTIFUL.

I'm rambling. What I mean to say is that - you know Monet? Manet? Degas and Renoir, and all the other painters of the Impressionist era? They make the kind of paintings you probably think of if I ask you to imagine a painting you'd find in an art museum. They're respected - idolized, even. People will dedicate their lives to painting in honor to the legacy of Impressionism.

This would be a great surprise to early Impressionists, who were mocked mercilessly for their work. The name itself - Impressionism - was a reclaimed dig at how their art style was an impression of actual art. The road for it to even be CONSIDERED art, much less respected AS art, was a long one.

I'm rambling again, aren't I? I had a lot of this green tea. I just hate to hear so many people refuse to develop the ideas in their heads for one reason or the other. Or, even worse, they circle the brainstorming stage over and over again, far past the point of usefulness. I agree that some people function better with some form of an outline. I outline in my own way, through short form bullet points or taking space to storyboard in my head to music. It can help! But even if you work better with structure, there's a good chance that you don't need that much structure.

You can't fail here. You truly can't, I promise you. If you finish listening to me and you crawl out of the blanket fort and write two paragraphs, nothing bad will happen. If it's not the strongest thing you've ever written, that's okay. We're writers, aren't we? If you write something that you don't like, you aren't a fraud. You aren't weak. You aren't a hack. You haven't failed. You don't lack creativity or imagination or motivation.

Here's the truth: If you write something you don't like, you're a writer who wrote something you don't like. It doesn't mean you're bad. It doesn't even mean the writing is objectively bad. That's it.

Writers tend to be dramatic. I know I am. I laid on the couch for an hour trying to wrestle with act three of my newest book, and as my wife tried to talk me through it I slowly sank off the couch and onto the floor. Much as a slug would. If you ever get into that mindset, that's just a thing that happens when you're an artist. I think in the Hemmingway days writers would drink or smoke until they had the strength to try again.

We've seen how that turns out though. So welcome to the new era of writers who - though occasionally neurotic - try again at some point. And everyone is welcome. As I said already, there are no real rules or guides to the structure of writing, only ideas. And if you don't like the idea, you can look or think of another one.

And you can think of another one. Assuming you don't just have a drastically unrealistic perception of how much societal clout you can achieve by saying you're a writer (Answer: nearly none), you clearly want to tell a story. I haven't met a single person with that dream that has it based on nothing. The situation is so much more vast and complicated than the internet will try to make it out to be. Did you see some variation of the Apple Test and decide that your Aphantasia means you can never be a writer? Consider reading up on the Aphantasia Network to get a better look at the condition and learn more about what it means for you. Imagination is nuanced and it is absolutely not limited to Overall Apple Clarity!

Okay, that's all I have to say. I just want to see more people here putting their ideas to paper because a lot of them are really good and interesting, and they deserve to be seen. The feeling of writing your story is so much more complex and rich than just thinking about it, I promise. I know you can do it.

Okay okay. I have to pee. This was a long talk! I'm going to scoot past you in the fort now, but I think before you go on with your day you should maybe check out a video I think you'd like.

Have a nice day, Friend!

oh and this too.

yeah nice

[year2000electronics]

you should use this ask to talk about 1961 Otto :]{

YAAAY

so. all my favourite ocks have the arms be a sort of reflection of otto’s fatal flaw (with exception to olivia just bc we don’t really get to hear how or why she invented her arms)

- raimi otto’s arms appeal to his ego and hubris and convince him he couldn’t have been wrong

- spectacular otto’s arms give him the power he always craved to fight back against norman and become the bully instead of the bullied

- ps4 otto’s arms aren’t uniformly designed for the good of mankind, they’re designed for himself above all else and are just extensions of the selfish and paranoid person he’s become

and so on and so forth. so for MY otto, he’s a science teacher who was never able to settle down with anyone or have kids but he’s always REALLY wanted a family and that’s kinda why he puts up with the teaching job y’know? because all these kids are kinda like his kids, at least for a year or so. but at the end of the day they have their real guardians to go back to, and they all graduate eventually and stop visiting. so he kinda gets lonelier specifically because he won’t admit to himself that that’s what he’s doing (seeking out companionship).

so then peter parker comes along and he has him as a student for even longer than normal thanks to pete taking some early high school prep classes and he’s there for may when ben dies and everything, pete really sees him as a father figure and he’s pretty much become part of the family! but then peter’s senior year comes along. and that means he’s gonna have to graduate.

peter is struggling with this on his own, he doesn’t want everything to change and for him to lose the place that’s been his life for 4 years, little does he know otto is ALSO panicking because his basically-son is gonna graduate and move on and forget all about him!! and he’s freaking out. but again we see 1961 otto’s flaw of gaining something personally via hiding his intentions, he doesn’t want to tell peter and may that he sees them as family because what if they don’t see him like that? he just wants EVERYTHING TO STAY THE EXACT SAME WITH NO CHANGE SO HE FEELS IN CONTROL OF THE SITUATION.

but of course he keeps panicking and instead of the “risky” option of telling peter and may, he decides that “hey, if they leave and forget about me, then i can just make myself a backup! i’ll pour my heart and soul into making these robotic arms that i’ll SAY are for people who live alone who need extra help like the elderly, but are actually for me so i can simulate companionship!” (again, being duplicitous about what he wants by pretending it’s for a different reason than it actually is!) but of course, at the oscorp inventor’s expo he brings the arms to, he suffers a terrible accident and they get fused to him, ai and all

so obviously since otto’s greatest wish was for a family who he could control, when the arms gain sentience and start speaking to him (because come on i had to that’s such a great idea for the arms) it’s not in a “no inhibitor chip now i’m following their programming” way it’s a “hello dad it’s us, Your Children :)” way. the accident increased all of their violent tendencies by tenfold and made them all a bit cuckoo, so otto decides once he’s off of bed rest, that “hey! i know how i can stop peter’s graduation! he can’t graduate if the ceremony just never happens, right?!” (desperate actions of a control freak, you understand) so he attacks the graduation ceremony and peter has to save his classmates including flash. well, that plan failed, but y’know what? otto’s OTHER kids aren’t attacking him anyways! hmph! so he disappears into the night, becoming spider-man’s nemesis, doc ock

all of that was for the “graduation day” arc of my au, the rest of my au takes place after a timeskip when pete’s an adult working at the bugle! so when we zero back in on otto, we see he’s learned nothing and gotten even Worse. he starts his own villain team, the sinister six, but how he recruits each member is that they’re suffering, usually from their own backstory stuff, and he helps them back onto their feet so now they adore him and see him as their caretaker! and they’re all one big family, don’t you think? doc ock DEFINITELY ISNT LYING ABOUT WHY HE’S SAVING THESE SUPERVILLAINS AGAIN.

you can see that throughline in their recruitment order too, we go from electro to vulture to sandman, each who fell victim to horrific accidents or unethical experiments, then you have mysterio, whose only wound is his ego after he got fired, and then the final member is norman osborn himself, the green goblin, who was indirectly responsible for a lot of their backstories. but otto takes in norman saying “oh well he’s just like us, he’s wounded, we must turn the other cheek and take care of him” when really he knows norman is full of shit, doing this goblin thing for personal gain and is entirely in control of his actions, and is lying about it by pretending that it’s an “evil dark entity taking over me” situation. but norman has power and influence and otto needs that influence. also they have a bit of a weird gay thing. so otto plays along with norman’s ruse

ANYWAYS YEAH that’s my otto for you! his arc ends with my own version of superior spider man where otto finally realizes how terrible he’s been to peter and everyone around him by being forced to see the world through eyes that aren’t his :) he and peter make up by the time my miles morales arc starts. he’s such a weirdo i love him. he needs to get therapy!

[detectivenyx]

indie horror tier list but i designed it specifically to reflect my actual opinions piss off everyone

[franeridan]

came to the conclusion that the reason why aventio has such a strong hold on me these days is that they're the highest purest greatest dumbest form of "I have feelings for you" (that feeling was friendship, but neither had ever experienced it before) and I find that stupidly compelling atm

[pepprs]

prefacing this by saying im fine and its whatever and im mostly numb to it. but it kinda fucking sucks that being gaslit about my own sexuality leads to… doubting my own sexuality lol!

[basofy]

silly thoughts but i was thinking about jack and how conflicting of a character he is to me and how stupid i feel for taking him more serious than i should given he is some funny guy coming from the kickstarter, in fact i'd say all the kickstarter characters are very not serious, nobody wanted to put some sad guy in the game, but anyway this is how my brain is

he's just some kid that doesn't know what stuff is for him and what stuff isn't and he has nobody to guide him on this, i think having a character like him living in the context of lisa is very terrible but especially by taking him to brad's journey, not only taking this kiddo to literally slaughter people and him seeing death and blood and corpses everywhere he goes (which he probably sees as normal) but also the fact that he has to be in the same team as other guys who are severely bad influences to him, like you can have him in the same team as people who were murderers even before the flash or guys who could be considered possible sex offenders like it's so messed up

i don't think him being in the game is a bad thing it's interesting as hell honestly, it's just hard to not feel bad for him, i feel like the game wanted to delve into this more and it sort of did but also backtracked? like it never wants to fully talk about this for him. that one convo touches on the subject a little bit but then it just gets cut and youre never given an answer of if jack is okay after that or not lol

also i keep thinking about how aware of this the other companions are? brad even. like dude is seen reading a porno mag and i highly doubt he stole it and was being sneaky about it, i think the other guys know he does this shit but dont stop him

i think some of them would worry but wouldn't feel like saying anything, some would be completely apathetic until they actually realize how bad this is, others would be like 'nah it's okay for his age' , others would know it's not a good thing but wouldn't care, and there'd be others who are willing to say something but don't get listened or get pushed by the meanier companions idk

also i wonder if him being a boy would have make any difference for them because there are actually many people who's opinion on the matter changes depending on the gender of the person but of couse it's bad to put a kid in these situations no matter their gender

[stupidnaturals]

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[lover-official]

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[cinnabeat]

ughhhh i want earrings :(

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

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[ridingthatd]

○o｡ MASTER TOJI

○o｡ tojixfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, master toji, toji is kinky, possessive toji, old days toji, filthy toji

toji fushiguro. toji fushiguro was a known master, a master who's job was to go after wanted man-woman whether they're bad or not, his mission was to kill them brutally and get their head to whoever paid him to kill them- their head as a proof, a proof of what he's capable of doing.

toji is known for his cold and calculating personality, which makes him intimidating- he does not hesitate to use his immense strength and powerful cursed techniques to defeat his enemies.

but then there's you- you who has him in your gentle little hands, your soft hands that always try to release the knots on his back- but always fail because of how small they are, compared to his muscular board back.

toji adored you- adored everything about you, from your long crazy curls, to your plumpy thick thighs that he always love to leave his marks on. you drived him to break a line he never thought he would break, he was a jealous- possessive man with you, he wants to be the air you breath everyday, he wants to be the only reason why you smile, the only person who can see it, who can hear your sweet giggles- your hideous laugh that he would die for,

he was such a jealous man, he wants you all for himself, he doesn't want anyone to be part of why you're happy other then him- toji knows and he's aware of how mentally deranged that is but it was very much how he truly felt.

he such a possessive man, that he wouldn't let you pleasure yourself- he doesn't want the sweet honey that comes out of your cunt go to waste, he only wants you to cum on his huge cock or his tongue, squirt on his face as you stroke your wet cunt on his nose- ridding it as he licks-coat your pinkish asshole with his spit.

it even got to the point where he made you a dildo to the exact shape of his cock, so you can pleasure yourself with it while he's gone to a long mission- he would always use it to stretch your ass to, while he pounds inside of your cunt, making you pass out from being to stuffed in both of your holes by his cock.

it's been a whole two weeks since toji last saw you, and it got him into a bad temper- a really bad one- he only could receive letters from you, telling him how much you missed him and your sweet cunt needed your master.

today was the worst day so far for him- and it's like you knew that, because as soon as he made to the cabin he was staying in, he received a letter from you, and it was heavier then usual like it contains something- toji frowns confused on what would his sweet angel send him.

his cock harden poking out his kimono, eyes dark as he clenchs your red wet panties, he looked at what you wrote in the letter and he shudders, wave of pleasure hitting his body, making his thighs shake and his balls to release his seeds, cumming- cumming untouched.

~ dear master.

I know that you have been having a really hard time so I decided maybe I should send a little gift of mine, sorry for the mess on the panties, I couldn't help but squirt on them as I imagine you being here with me while I fuck my ass with the huge dildo of yours.

from your dear y/n. ~

"little fucking slut" he groans out as he grabs the wet panties to his tongue and suck-lick on your sweet cum as he free his leaking cock stroking it hard- tugging on it fast.

his cabin was filled with his pathetic moans- his mind is blank, drugged on the taste and smell of your panties- he was filthy for you, so filthy that he places your panties on top of his cock- stroking his cock with it, using your left wetness as a lube, he can't help but jerk his hips up- to lost in pleasure as he spills his hot seeds in your panties, moaning out your name.

he lays on his bed- this was the best orgasm he had in those last two weeks, he looks at your ruined panties and slowly smirk at the idea he had in mind.

you stare at tojis letter and the suprise he left you- eyes widen as you take a look at the red panties you sent him- not even red anymore it was filled with his cum, clearly showing you a sign that he very much enjoyed your gift.

~ dear y/n.

my love, I was very pleased with your little gift, I expect you to be spread wide open as I make my way to our house tomorrows afternoon, don't forget to plug your sweet ass with the dildo. enjoy my suprise.

from master toji fushiguro. ~

toji came as he promised, as he makes his way toward the door of the bedroom, hands placed inside of his kimono- while his cock was raging hard more than ready to breed his little filthy slut.

and here he finds you- on the bed spread wide open, your poor little cunt was wet and drenched with your sweet honey, twitching- clenching around nothing craving the cock of her master-

you clearly came from having his cock dildo shoved fully up your little hole as he told you. such a good girl.

"my poor little baby did you cum from having this pathetic of a dildo up your little ass?" he coo at you as he strokes your curls out of your face- your fucked out face, you had been waiting for him for awhile now.

and his cock has also been aching for you for awhile now.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ end ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ

[sttoru]

‘i told you once, that only two things will have me; you and death.’

☀︎｜tags. gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. themes of insecurity: trust issues kinda (by reader). reader gets called ‘baby, princess, angel’. self indulgent. proof read? whats that

“aww, there’s my hardworking girl,” satoru coos whilst his arms move to hold your body captive against his chest in a much needed hug, “and she’s still lookin’ as pretty as ever! my god — c’mere.”

your over-excited lover cups your face in his hands and holds it like that for a second to admire. his thumb slides from your cheekbone to your lips, gently parting them before pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. of course, he doesn’t leave it by that. satoru never does.

“pretty,” a kiss on your right cheek — “beautiful,” a kiss on your left one — “gorgeous,” a kiss on the tip of your nose — “amazing”, a kiss on your forehead — “sweetest,” a kiss on your chin — “lovely”, a kiss on the top of your head;

maybe it was the stress of the previous days that made you tear up. satoru has made it a daily routine: you come home, he welcomes you with open arms, showers you with his unending love and attention until you physically have to pull him away from your body. you sometimes ask yourself what you did to deserve someone so loving.

if satoru had heard you say the latter out loud, he would have kissed your mouth again to shut the thought down instantly. ‘you deserve everything and more’, you silently recall him saying once.

“stop that.” you mutter. the ‘that’ referring to the butterfly kisses and tight hugs he’s giving you. you tried not to seem in the mood for receiving his affection today. the muffled giggles leaving through your gritted teeth tell another story however.

“nu-uh,” satoru lets out a low chuckle, going right back to giving you what you deserve, “it’s like you’re askin’ me to stop breathing, baby. i can’t just not do this.”

satoru lifts you up into his strong arms and brings you over to the kitchen counter, settling you there - somewhere away from all that he had been cooking since the morning. he’s grinning from ear to ear, glancing from the covered plates near the stove and back to you.

you tilt your head curiously as you watch satoru grab one plate and uncover it, revealing the content like it was a big surprise—

“open up f’me, my princess.” your lover hums as he’s already guiding a piece of cake to your lips. your favorite cake which he had oh-so-obviously cooked himself judging by the messy look of it. your gaze lingers on the piece for a second to appreciate the gesture.

when you look back up at satoru, his eyes are already on yours — patiently waiting for you to let him feed you. his blue eyes are sparkling with a sense of pure excitement; one he only has around you. his love for you was almost overwhelming at times like these.

“why?”

the simple, one word question made the white sorcerer stop in his tracks. his head cocks to the side, eyelashes fluttering lightly in confusion, though the handsome smile on his face remains. ‘why’ could mean a lot of things in this context; why do you want to feed me? why do you want me to eat this? why should or even would i?

out of all the possible interpretations, satoru knew the exact one you had meant the moment he saw the tears that welled up at the corners of your eyes; ‘why do you care so much?’

“do i need a reason to?” his voice was smooth and soft. almost way too soft now that he’s realised just how vulnerable you were in front of him. satoru’s smile only widens, however — the sight of his girlfriend being overwhelmed by his affection was one he couldn’t resist.

it’s part of your charm. the charm you don’t know about; the charm that made the gojo satoru fall head over heels for you. your lover shakes his head with a light-hearted laugh, putting the slice of cake back down on the plate so he could hold your hands in his.

“i love you, yeah?” he kisses the back of your hands with utmost care before planting another one on your forehead again. satoru cradles your head against his chest afterwards, making you rest your weary body against his for as long as you needed it; his warmth and comfort, “it’s because i love you. that’s the only reason why, angel.”

you just nod in response — needing a moment of silence to recover, which satoru grants you without it having to be asked verbally. it’s like he knows just what goes on in your little head and is always updated about your changing feelings.

that’s what surprises you most. satoru’s super attentive to every single detail about you. from your unnoticeable habits to the big facts. that is what love truly is. that is how it feels like to have a man love you unconditionally—without any underlying or ulterior motives. without expecting anything back.

“i love you too, ‘toru. forever.” you reply eventually in a hushed whisper. the sorcerer only tightens his grip around your body, hugging you closer to his chest like his personal plushie. he nuzzles his nose into your hair — your scent both relaxing yet addicting.

“yeah,” satoru sighs in content and closes his eyes—allowing them to rest. all his senses are focused on making you feel better. he won’t let go of you until he’s sure you understand that you’re deserving of it all; his loving hugs, kisses, words of affirmation, gifts, comfort, cuddles and support.

“forever and beyond that.”

satoru doesn’t mind reminding you how much he cherishes you. even if he has to remind you every day until the day he succumbs. you’re his number one priority; he’ll even make sure to tell you he loves you with his dying breath when the time comes.

he’ll make sure of it.

[transvarmint]

The reason why you can't seperate our transness from our manhood is the exact same reason why transmisogyny is one word.

Its not just transphobia and misogyny. It's transmisogyny. The discrimination transfems face isn't discretely divided into 2 categories. Those experiences overlap in a way where you can't adequately address one without acknowledging the other. That's why it was crucial to come up with vocabulary to describe this intersection. To seperate them is to attempt to erase intersectionality.

In the same way, you can't adequately address the oppression transmascs face without addressing all aspects of our identity.

Manhood and/or masculinity in isolation may not be targeted by a specific axis of oppression; but when they intersect with a marginalized identity, they become a target for gendered violence. Because our manhood does not, and cannot, exist removed from the context of our transness and life experiences. That is the entire purpose of intersectionality.

To remove our manhood / masculinity from that equation is to refuse to view us holistically, and is an attempt to seperate us from our identity - exactly the same way transphobes do.

The term intersectionality was coined by Kimberlé Crenshaw, a black woman, who was pointing out that her various identities do not exist independently, rather, they inform each other, and create a convergence of social positions.

White feminists did not (and often still don't) acknowledge the ways that other axes of identity and oppression inform misogyny. They excluded women of color from the conversation because they did not want to discuss how racism intersects with misogyny. There was similar silencing of queer and disabled women, as well, for the same reason.

By telling us "it's because you're trans, not because you're men" you're just repeating history. The marginalization of non-hegemonic manhood and masculinity is a very real axis that must be addressed when discussing the oppression of trans men and transmascs - as well as other marginalized men.

If you refuse to hear about this aspect of our experience, our voices will never truly be heard. You are actively contributing to our erasure and to our continued harm.

I am a transgender man. I am a whole person. Treat me as such.

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

My take on stalker!Tim:

Robin!Jason gets distracted during a patrol and doesn’t meet up with Batman, who panics is mildly concerned. Jason doesn’t want to reveal the real reason he got distracted (could be something he was working on for Bruce or just him being a cute baby nerd) so he makes something up the spot. A kid! He saw a kid. It was definitely child shaped. And. Uh. Photography! That’s right, he saw a kid taking photos and made sure he got home safe.

Batman: Photography?

Robin!Jason: Yeah, uh, nighttime photography.

Batman: At midnight?

Robin: I mean, it’s not a school night.

Batman: What were they taking pictures of?

Robin, panicking and going to the first thing he can think of ch just so happens to be last Sunday when Dick called Bruce an emotionally repressed furry: Uh, wildlife?

Bruce is skeptical but honestly he’s seen weirder things even tonight so as long as the kid got home safe…

Jason proceeds to use this same excuse a few more times.

Batman: Don’t tell me, it was the kid again.

Robin!Jason: You just missed him.

Batman, who isn’t feeling strong parental feelings at all: Hrn.

Okay so then fast forward a few years. Jason is on his little murder training gap year and Tim has shown up to the manor trying to fix the disaster that is currently Bruce Batman Wayne. Dick, trying to bond with the kid now that it’s apparent he’s not going anywhere, asks what Tim’s interests are.

Tim: Well, I like photography, and…

Dick, putting two and two together and getting forty-seven: Ohmygosh you’re the kid.

Tim: The what now?

Dick: The kid with the wildlife photography.

Tim, thinking about that one competition he entered a year ago: Uh, I guess?

Dick thinks that’s how Tim figured out all their identities. He thinks he has it all figured out. He does not. Bruce now thinks he has it figured out too. He does not. Tim is unaware there was something to be figured out. Jason is off learning the finer points of poisoning or something idk.

So skip forward some more and Jason is back, minus some murder attempts or whatever because this is crack, and Dick is now trying to get his two brothers comfortable with each other. It is not working. Finally, Dick remembers they’ve definitely met before.

Dick: So, do you remember meeting Tim before?

Jason, whose memory resembles Swiss cheese but is fairly certain he never met Tim before now: Uh…

Dick: He’s the kid! The one with the wildlife photography!

Jason, suddenly remembering the excuse he used several times as Robin: The what now?

Tim, knowing full well that Jason was very dead at the time he submitted anything in a wildlife category: The what now?

Jason pulls Tim into a hall closet to interrogate him about this.

Tim: There’s like five rooms right here that no one has stepped in in a month. Why are we in a closet?

Jason: What, exactly, did Dick mean by you were the one with the wildlife photography, because I’m pretty sure that was just an excuse I made up but now I don’t know.

They figure it out. They also agree to just let that belief be. Jason doesn’t want to admit he made that all up. Tim doesn’t want to admit he thought Dick had gone to his art competition thing before they even officially met. Tim also doesn’t want to explain how he actually figured out their identities because this sounds way cooler. So they decide to just roll with it.

Damian shows up and tries to hunt down Tim’s early photos of Batman. Tim and Jason get really into making it look like he just keeps missing it. Barbara knew about all of this the entire time but no one asked her so she didn’t bother to fill them in.

Everyone else that joins the family after that point and hears the story of Jason and Tim supposedly meeting while Jason was Robin has the exact same response: “Oh, ‘cause Batman’s a furry. Right.”