#but jfc i'm gonna start pacing

[mrcspectr]

I JUST WOKE UP I CAN'T DO THIS ALREADY.

[vole-mon-amour]

2x01, Part 1.

Poor little meow meow. Somebody snap his neck pls.

*squeals* MY BABIES.

This is a 'I'm here for the crows only' territory. :)

Lmaooo. Jesper be like, "Yes boss. Hate to do nothing but ok, boss."

Things are moving rather quickly. What the HELL. Crooked Kingdom deserves its own damn SHOW, not this!! And the flashback immediately?? Omg. Then jesper handling his guns... No, don't touch Crooked Kingdom ;_;

HELL YEAH.

That's such a powerful acting. What a scene. No idea how people that didn't read the books watch this, but yeah.

*inhumane screeching* Remember when in the book Inej caught on Kaz having a panic attack? And how it's Jesper here, and he immediately tries to create a diversion and help him? KAZPER FOR THE PEOPLE. Also, Jesper calling him by his name.... Shamelessly falling into this Kazper void. My boys.

Can you IMAGINE how heavy that hand on Kaz's shoulder feels? Ahhh.

HELLOOOOO?????? WHAT [ARE] YOU DOING THERE. I mean, I remember some encounters of him and Kaz in the book, but HUH???? It was well closer to the end, if I'm not mistaken? Or was it in SAB? I already forgot since I didn't like SAB, only the crow series. I love how they show it though: Kaz noticing every detail, every difference.

Look how gorgeous.

My fav theme of Kaz and Jesper sharing and exchanging glasses continues. <3

Kaz is so done with Jesper when he's babbling, lol.

Don't you start this "Jesper has his doubts about Kaz" nonsense. Don't you dare.

The famous look. Kaz immediately being introduced to us as someone who knows about Jesper being a Durast... THINGS ARE MOVING RATHER SWIFTLY.

It was for your own sake, you fool. When are you gonna talk about Jordie with him? WHEN??

"When you shoot, you never miss."

I'm not really sure if Kaz pushing him like that is in character for Kaz. Sure, he's like that most of the time. But the only thing that Jesper intends to keep for himself, and Kaz NEEDING to see how Jesper turns that coin into a key? That's... not something I feel he'd do? I should definitely reread CK. I don't remember Kaz pushing Jesper like that. I understand they might need it for the sake of the show, but... I don't feel good about this. Kaz usually notices and keeps it to himself. Like when he sent Jesper and Wylan to a mental asylum, knowing Wylan's mom is alive, letting Wylan experience it at his own pace and grief through that moment. I'm very conflicted about this. I obviously like Kazper visuals, but not all of them are exactly good. We'll see.

That scene between Darkling and Alina... jfc, they're suffocating and pompous. I genuinely don't know if I dislike them in the show or in the books more. Both are bad lol.

And here we go with the posters around the city. Honestly, CK is all over the place here. Scattered.

The Menagerie... I am VERY cautious about how they'll portray that one. That storyline bothers me A LOT.

I mean, that's a valid question, considering their history.

I'm ready for a scene of ONE disabled Kaz beating up, what, 5 abled bodyguards of Rollins at the Crow Club? And pushing some of them down the stairs. Go, Kaz, go!!

Jesper is all dorky and all, but he isn't stupid. Why are they making him this way in the show?

[chaoticstateofaffairs]

So...I am typing one handed...I may or may not have gotten angry at a situation I can't fix and put my fist through a glass table we have outside and then proceed to punch the side of the house (brick) several times but on the brights side, I don't think anything is broken.

Just have 2 get a few stitches (hopefully) and go home, bar the fact that hopefully they don't want 2 contact the psychologist in charge 🙄

But luckily I have a good group of friends who want 2 keep me out of the psych ward and have offered to clean up the mess I made before the docs want 2 do a house check 👍😃

Edit #1:There are no patients in the waiting room and only two cars out in the parking lot so hopefully this will be a quick in and out 😂

But the dreaded question at the front desk:

"Ouch, how did that happen? 😮"

"Uh...well, um...I...you see, I uh...honestly, I really don't know how to explain it to you. 🙂"

"O...Kay. Well give me your wrist so I can put the bracelets on."

"Ok. 🙂" (Extremely happy she didn't pry)

Meanwhile, Cat was off 2 the side just in a state of shock that no one pried. 😂

Edit #2: So, the waiting game has started and I've already been asked twice in the last 10mins if I'm sure I'm really not in pain and I've replied both times, "No ma'am, I'm not in that much pain, I promise. 🙂👍", and of course they find that incredibly odd but they will find out soon enough that this is not an abnormal occurrence for me 😂

Also, I'm pissing Cat off with the fact that I keep leaning down and untying her shoe but she still loves me 😂

Edit #3: Apparently it's bad morale for patients coming in and seeing one who's dripping blood all over the floor even though I have a wrap around my hand and it makes them not want 2 stay in here, so now I'm in the back waiting for the nurse and doctor 😂

Edit #4: Why did I put myself through this 🥲 I was gonna say something totally fucking disgusting but Cat deleted before I could hit send...oh well. 🤷‍♂️

Edit #5: I REALLY need a cigarette if my crazy ass is gonna sit here in this small ass room 🙄

Edit #6: Y'all know I'm crazy by now so I'm just gonna put this out here. I wonder what it would feel like 2 punch through this sliding glass door? 🤔

Edit #7: I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES IM GONNA HAVE TO FUCKING SAY I DON'T WANT THE FUCKING DRUGS! WHAT CAN'T THEY UNDERSTAND!!!! (At least they are referring to me right but that's thanks to Cat and not my scared ass)

"Sir, you need to take something or otherwise when the shock wears off it will be incredibly painful."

"I have told everyone who's talked to me about taking those things and I have said no, and my answer will continue to be no. So please, stop asking if I want some pain meds." (I was a little harsh with my tone but not what the way they put it)

"Sir, there is no need to get unruly."

"Un...unruly?! You have yet to see unruly but if you continue to try to give me those drugs that's when you will see unruly and if you give them to me without my knowledge you will also see a lawsuit, I have told all of you SEVERAL TIMES, I don't want those drugs, so please stop asking."

Edit #8: Nothing is broken, just bruised and going to be very sore, but I do need stitches, lots of them 👀

Edit #9: No, no I will not stop pacing in my room, THERE IS NO ONE IN HERE EXCEPT FOR CAT AND I, AND THE CURTAIN IS CLOSED SO NO, I WILL NOT STOP PACING.

Nobody can fucking see me, jfc! Now because of these jackholes pressuring me and fussing about my pacing that is affecting no one, I'm getting angry again and that makes matters worse cause then I get short with people, very short.

Edit #10: I'm about to go batshit, I want out, I'm slowly getting angrier at all the noise, at people, at this STUPID FUCKING INCESSANT BEEPING FROM THIS DAMN MONITOR THEY WONT SHUT TF OFF, HELL CAT HAD TO DO IT! FUCK! But I can't do a damn thing because it's my own fault that I'm here in the first place, I couldn't control my anger over the fact that there is a situation in which I possibly can not help in nor do I have fucking control over, which SUCKS and I'm trying, I'm trying so fucking hard but in all honesty I think they just want away from me and I don't blame them, I'm not good to be around. I don't know why tf Cat is till here if I'm being honest, it's not like I'm worth it.

Just...fuck.

Edit #11: I just want 2 hit the fucking wall until I can't do it anymore...fuck.

Edit #12: Doc is in 2 stitch Cal up and we will be out of here, nothing bad has happened to his hand just needs a shit ton of stitches on his left hand and just a small bit on his arm, nothing to major but enough to be serious and warrant a visit to the psych doctor tomorrow, but everything is looking good.

[silentxxsoul]

The ‘holy shit how is it the finale already???’ reaction dump:

ayyyyyye here we gooooooo!!!

I'm simultaneously excited for tonight but hella nervous of the potential cliffhanger they'll leave us with (get it, cause the rig goes down a cliff???)

(sorry)

(no im not)

can we stop talking about placentas in smoothies

oh so the real cliff hanger is gonna be early, huh? on the bright side that means we know nothing terrible happens to bobby since we know he's all healthy like at the vow renewal

I'm no firefighter but even I know yall didn't properly anchor that rig. Clipboard Buck would NEVER

Man the 118 has a shitty record with fire trucks lmao

Bobby bby don't internalize it

Buddie BFFs back on my screen doing adorable husband things

Eddie laughing at his own fix-it joke, being all sassy and shit

S6 better be the rise of Sassy Diaz, I'm just saying

MADNEY ♥♥♥♥♥♥

Hell of a miscommunication there Chim holy god

Well, that was dramatic

HENRIETTA NOT OUT LOUD LMAO

I'm gonna be sick too, don't worry

Chim in the background wincing away omg I love him

But also, this gif is worth repeating since they once again are gonna make me barf

Denny!!! He's so big!!!!

Uhm, so wait - not a henren renewal????

No complaints tho, cause Toni and Clive are fucking adorable and I love them

Someone give Karen a hug for me :(

sobbing

Maddie taking big steps for her future (starting over), we love to see it!

Buck, what was that face lmao

Ravi running interference, love it ♥

"Knowing they have your back" - Ravi ships Buddie is canon yall

JFC what was that????

Sorry, I'm still thinking about Ravi's words of wisdom and how they literally called back to Buck and Eddie's "You can have my back any day" and "Or you could have mine".

GOING FERAL OVER IT ACTUALLY

(thats literally fox trying to gaslight me into thinking I'm not seeing the buddie moments)

This rescue is giving me too much anxiety yall

I need them to be ok

Buckley sibling moments, inject them into my veinssss ♥

Buck you are literally talking about you and Eddie, you realize that right? Like you both have been at rock bottom with each other and came out on the other side tOGeTheR

But also, Maddie listen to your brother because that accurately describes you and Chim

This couple is killing me (in a good way tho)

THEY'RE SO ADORABLE STOP I LOVE THEM

THAT MEET CUTE OMG

I don't know that I've ever been this invested in a rescue couple but I do know that I love them and they must be protected at all costs

There's 15 minutes left for BT breakup and a wedding, how the fuck do they fit it in with the commercials ? ? I really think we needed another ep or two - the last couple have felt so packed and fast paced and they could have benefited from more time to wrap things up.

In my heart I want a Buddie "oh" moment during the vows but I know we wont get it, so fellow fic writers pls pls pls deliver k thanks bye

"I'm sorry you're still upset" is such a shitty non apology

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THIS SHOUDL HAVE ENDED A WHOLE ASS SEASON AGO

"Two days of traffic collisions and trash fires will take care of that" idk why that was so funny to me

Eddie looked so cute when Bobby opened that door ♥

I fucking love this scene so much, Eddie and Bobby needed this

"You saved my life, and my sons" brb sobbing and throwing up

BOBBY PUT IT DOWN PLS

OR POUR IT OUT

PLS

THANK YOU

EDDIE THANK YOU TOO

The 118 is such a tight knit family, they keep saving each other and half the time they don't even know they're saving each other

Toni aayyyyyye surprise vow renewal!!!!!!!!

Karen, don't worry I'll take the deviled eggs

NIA FLOWER GIRL AND DENNY WALKING HIS MOMS DOWN THE AISLE IM FUCKING SOBBING THIS IS THE BEST ENDING

Amicable ? Did not expect

Now to wait until September ahhhh

[edotfightme]

The Harder Path That Could Have Been Walked

So I'm doing a live reaction to my own 10,000 word fic that I forgot I wrote. Link here. You'll probably have to read the fic to understand my reactions because I am not keying them to each part.

A lot of this is me complaining about my own writing.

Let's go!

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What the fuck are these tags? WHAT DO YOU MEAN KIND OF???

Why did I tag sad racoons?

Wtf do you mean "don't summon void dragons" why is that in the tags???

I finally got past the tags.

This is a lot of worldbuilding in the notes let me check how much. 540 words of worldbuilding in the tags alone.

Wtf where did I find that language what does it say?

I can't understand a single word that was said before it translated to English it doesn't really work for an effect like I clearly intended. Plus the paragraphing makes it hard to read.

Bruh the first part was badly written we're starting off strong.

Oh shit, I started recognizing the second part. Ish. Holy shit it's like a core memory was unlocked. I remember thinking this was super cool. Let adult (questionable) me be the judge of that.

Hang on I think I realized why the hook was so shit. I was trying to keep his identity hidden. Still sucked though but good on you younger me. Still too many paragraphing issues. This was before I sorted those out methinks.

Holy shit Technoblade was still alive when I wrote this. Just had a moment while I thought of it.

Eww more text I can't read. Gonna scroll to the bottom to see if I translated it. MF I DIDN'T TRANSLATE FOR EVERYONE???? Where is the fic on my computer I need to figure out the translation- I'll finish this first hold on.

Lmao Tommy got put in his place. Should've put some sort of descriptor on the text so people knew how the Piglin was talking and which ones were talking. It's too intuitive.

"What are they saying?" I wanna know that as well Techno.

I just looked for the document and couldn't find it. The meanings will be lost to time.

Oh shit I forgot about the racoons. I gave Tommy a ton of racoons. That must be the sad racoons I mentioned. Wtf am I going to do with a bunch of racoons???

I wish I didn't press 'enter' so much jfc. Learn to write a paragraph little me. Number 1 thing I'll tell myself if I ever time travel is to write a god damn paragraph. This is exhausting to read.

Ewww I forgot about "pog".

Lol he scared the shit outta everyone you go kiddo!

The references to the bits are actually pretty funny though. I just wish I could understand WHATEVER THE FUCK THE PIGLINS ARE SAYING!!!

Also the lack of racism in this book infuriates me. Don't get me wrong, I don't condone racism, but could they be just a tad bit more racist to properly set up that they are the bad guys. The cult stuff isn't enough. We need to really hate these guys. TREAT THEM LIKE SHIT!

Lmao Tommy just had a moment where he's just fucking experiencing a past life. Which is mood. Like when you're walking in a crowd and you lock eyes with a familiar stranger and you stop for a moment to stare, wondering who they could've been to you. But then the moment shatters and you're left standing with the broken remains of what could never be.

The pacing and plot convenience is shit though (where is the racism? The foreign and silent curiosity of who you are?) let me just continue the fic.

I WANT TO FUCKING READ THIS FIC NOT A TON OF GLYPHS! The whole fic will be like this god dammit. I didn't realize this was my era before I learnt how to write foreign languages.

Haha. The random moment where it's just gibberish and then "fuck".

For those of you who aren't reading alongside me, here's piglin dialouge for reference:

"ᛟᚺ! ᚺᛁ! ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛈᛖᚨᚲ ᛈᛁᚷᛚᛁᛊᚺ?! ᛏᚺᚨᛏ×ᛊ ᚷᚱᛖᚨᛏ! ᛗᛁ ᚾᚨᛗᛖ ᛁᛊ ᛉᛖᛈᚺᛁᚱᚢᛊ!"

wtf does that even say???

"... that good old pogtopia look in his eyes" what was younger me smoking???? I can picture the exact expression but jesus christ kid are you alright?

Why the fuck can Phil speak english? Are they all speaking a different language? What is happening right now?

"The door to their cell swung open and Mr "Goes missing and freaks everyone the fuck out but is fine since he joined a cult" runs in." Holy shit little me you fucking killed him.

"Don't worry mate you won't be sacrificed." What kind of reassurance is that? I know it's like that on purpose but it's terrible. The unknown is scarier than the known. That's what I was banking on with Sinners.

"Eventually, Wilbur stopped looking like he was 5 minutes away from war crimes and now looked like he was 2 seconds away from war crimes for a different reason." I'm sorry but these quotes are something else. Where is the comma? You could've made this a beautiful paragraph but it's just a sentence. DESCRIBE THE ANGUISH!

Which corner is Wilbur staring at? Shouldn't he just like... glare at Phil with murder in his eyes? Also why is Tommy the attack dog? I get that Wilbur is roleplaying a drama club goth but shouldn't Techno logically be the protective one here? Or them all trying to shuffle each other behind themselves like some weird fight. And Phil's just standing there confused and vaguely exasperated, like it's someone else's emotions.

Don't make me rewrite this fic I don't want to touch it again.

Lmao them being so distracted by roleplaying drama kid goths and they forget to escape. Most realistic thing I've seen so far.

WAIT THIS IS ME PRE-PANIC ATTACKS THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH.

Plaininnit lol that's actually a good one. Also why are they answering? Make him fight for the info you muppets! But the mental disorders though.

What was the point of that entire prison scene? It looks like it served no purpose. It didn't move the plot forward at all! It just served to show us that Phil can also speak normal? Like- we could've had that later?

At last, a piece of dialogue I think I understand! The X must be an apostrophe then.

Why is Wilbur speaking in percentages? I should've had Techno's chat run a poll and the odds not looking too good.

Why is Phil in the cult council? Did I explain that? Idk if it was in the worldbuilding or later...

Why'd Tommy also shout in another language? What is with younger me and making reading difficult? I can tell why this one was so poorly recieved, nobody wants to translate a book to read it.

Eww I used "snapped" twice in the same sentence.

Why is Tommy suddenly mute now? I know I had a reason, I just can't remember it.

Hang on I gotta scroll up and read some world-building rq.

Wait fuck what is the techno quote??? oh right- "WELCOME HOME THESEUS!" Just got to the part where Tommy mimes his name across.

*to the music of where is the justice* "Where is the pacing?"

Why the music memory thing? I know what I'm meaning for the audience to ask themselves but why did I do that? I should've introduced that later on. It would've made a better plot.

Lmao the warped fungus bit was funny though.

Bruh I nailed the creepy elder thing on the head. I don't know why I'm just good at writing sleazeballs taking advantage of kids (not sexually, just in a way that grates uncomfortably against the reader). I don't know where that comes from.

WAIT I THINK I MIGHT'VE REMEMBERED A PLOT POINT! Are all of Wilbur's snakes lavaproof? Is that why I had the scene?

Oh that is disgusting what is wrong with you little me? I should've tagged cannibalism. It feels like cannibalism.

The pandora's vault Dream being grounded bit is funny and I live for it. Little me had ideas. Offputting ideas but ideas.

Lol Elder took the jukebox.

This is so uncomfortable to read but not in the way an Elder scene is. Just Phil thinking that Tommy's eyes being red means he's happy but it's fake. And Phil hating it when Tommy's eyes are blue is just tragic. Because it comes across as Phil hating it when Tommy is himself and then he's happy when Tommy wakes up brainwashed but Tommy came to him for comfort because he was fucked I just- Little me you are one messed up kid.

HAHA He named Cat "Dream" because it envokes bad memories.

Oh wait that's what the beneath the surface intention was. The surface reference was that the colours reminded him of the people.

Phil dropped Ancient Debris on his foot. Wouldn't it be fucked up if Mojang added a weight limit in Minecraft?

KRISTEN!!!!

The typos in her description though... I want to cry.

OMG KRISTEN IS HIS THING! That's actually adorable though. Little me knows how to make me aww.

More Techno vs the Warped Fungus bit I am living for it.

What is with the blue and red strobe lights that are Tommy's eyes? What is wrong with him? Little me? Explain?

Wait why is everyone just vibin in the castle? What's with that? Also Phil being a moron for Kristen and she's just being a little shit. Dream joined a nether fortress as well lmao.

Oh that's what the warped fungus bit joke was for. So he could still be lava-proof.

BRUH WHY DID I WRITE THAT??? I SPOILED THE PLOT TWIST!

Wait why are we singing ten duel commandments? Did I organize the ending to that song? that sucks.

OH MY GOD I WROTE A CHILD GROOMER??? Holy shit that is foul. I was a child when I wrote this. What the fuck? No wonder why I was getting the heebie jeebies. I literally wrote the Elder as a character that is grooming Theseus.

The wills part was so out of place idk.

Double use of worried kill me now.

Oh damn the Phil and Kristen scene hit. That one definetly didn't feel out of place.

OH SHIT I didn't expect Phil to pull Tommy out of his ass. The jail scene looks important now.

They found him. Chat. It's only a matter of time.

Aww trauma babies. Them all being so traumatized that they're fully on alert and watching for fireworks.

LMAO SHIT HITS THE FAN AND PHIL DIPS WHAT A CHAMP.

Also the fact that I'm pretty sure the Elder was placing Tommy into a drugged trance and basically hypnotising him is fucked up. Younger me you are messed up.

Kristen's entrance was pretty darn good. Like the crows being death and just everyone and everything knowing who exactly is gracing their halls is terrifying and excellent.

Philza for the save finally! Let's go!

Lmao Techno's mates at the Bastion being right bastards and telling the gossip I am living for it.

OH shit, the author notes at the end. The entire flock was there. Damn, Elder was not escaping with his life after grooming one of his kids.

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And that's it! I hope you enjoyed my commentary on my 10,000-word book. I actually found it enjoyable to rediscover my own book. I can understand how other people got put off by it but after slogging through the dialogue I couldn't fucking read it was a decent story. A few issues but overall a fun experience.

[shirogane-oushirou]

🩷,💌, and 🎁 for the emoji asks? :D

tysm caitie for the ask!!! ☺✨💕

gonna go for a change of pace and talk about my main man oushirou, my beloved freak of almost 15 years. gives him a little kissy. mwah.

🩷 for a headcanon about f/o.

the desire to seem non-threatening is what got him to start experimenting with things like his looks and his weird-funny-guy personality... then he crossdressed for the Funnies once and realized it was fun, actually... then he started being a little more flamboyant because it came naturally to him... and this was all in the gender-rigid environment of the all-boys-except-tsukiko seigetsu academy.

so as soon as he graduates to go to college, get an internship, enter the journalism field, travel all over the world... he realizes how even HIS view of the limits of expression are... well... limited. he feels more free to try new things, wear bold patterns, paint his nails, do his hair in even more interesting styles. as he learns new languages he also learns all new ways to describe gender and expression and sexuality. in the end, he realizes doesn't really need defined labels; he's simply oushirou, and he's going to look beautiful and handsome and charming and sexy and flirty for anyone and everyone who's willing to give him their time.

when he shows up at the 10 year seigetsu reunion, wearing a zebra stripe suit with polkadot tie, red aviators, black nails, and an intricately styled hair-do, it catches everyone a little off guard... but they quickly lean into the bold changes when they see just how much more comfortable and self-assured he seems.

(tl;dr: i hc him as genderqueer and pansexual lol. and he has a VERY nonbiney fashion sense ksjnkjnsf which is canon but like. they didn't INTEND for it to be typical nonbinary fashion, they just wanted him to be a little weirdo man. no, sorry, i'm The Oushirou Guy (tm) and i declare he's Gender.)

💌 for a snippet of a conversation we had.

(ngl i'm extremely brain empty, so i'm actually going repurpose and rewrite part of a prompt i did in... uh... 2012????? jfc i'm a selfshipping grandpa.)

“Kehe! What, are you afraid to show a bit of leg, sweetheart? You know I’ve already seen them before right?”

The door closes, and the red-head strides over to the bed and, with a grunt, plops himself down where Ro’s feet end under the covers.

“Doesn’t mean you just get to see 'em for free, you know! B'sides, if I ran around half-naked all the time I don't think it'd stay entertaining for long.”

“Oh, you doubt the power of a true pervert? Kuhihi~”

He begins to move, and Ro closes their eyes and tenses, preparing for the usual onslaught of wriggling fingers and wet, sloppy, gross kisses...

The weight on the bed shifts, and two warm arms wrap around their waist.

A quick kiss at the corner of their eye.

“…Did you get a lot of work done?”

Their shoulders relax, and a sigh escapes them as they look up into his face, much closer now than it was before. “Enough…I guess. It’s hard to say at this point.” The work of a freelancer is never done, after all.

“So then,” his hands slowly, gently travel up and down their arms, “how about a nice, relaxing, eight-to-ten-hour sleep break with me, hmm?” He moves his head to the crook of their neck, nuzzling into it. Ro brings one hand to his long hair and begins running their fingers through, the other rubbing his shoulders and back. “Just you, me, and this big ol’ comfy bed. Ah, and your pants-less legs, of course~!” He grins against their neck.

“As long as you don’t look at them, mister.”

“Oh c'mooooon, don’t pull the ‘mister’ thing on me right before bed! It makes me feel so oooold and formal. You’re so mean, sir.” He looks up from his comfortable neck-crook long enough to wipe a fake tear from his eye and pout at their serious face.

A few seconds pass, the two staring intensely at each other, before Ro huffs and breaks into a small smile. They lean forward and give Oushirou a light peck on the lips, and as they lean back to lie on the bed, his lips eagerly follow theirs, wanting more.

🎁 for a gift f/o has given s/i (or vice versa).

he travels all the time, all over the world, so he tries to bring back little trinkets from all of the places he's been. just tiny painted keepsakes. i keep them displayed on a shelf as a reminder of just how much he's been able to do, how far he's been able to go, and how many people he's met.

and while bringing back cooked food with him would be... difficult, he does sometimes bring back interesting recipes from those who are willing to share. when we meet up again, he buys some ingredients, borrows the kitchen, and cooks something to allow me to experience a small taste of the places he went to.

[koulakoukoula2003]

The Commander's Girl: Part 2 (Erwin x Reader)

Pairing: Erwin x Reader, Erwin x Y/n, Erwin x You, Erwin x OC Trigger Warnings: Rough Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Size Kink (Reader is 45kgs/99lbs and 158cm/5'1) and ofc daddy Erwin got a monster cock pls, a lil bit of angst and toxicity cuz I couldn't help myself can you blame me Summary: You've been such a bad girl, and daddy Erwin thinks it's time to teach you a lesson. Word Count: 2947 I'm so sorry I have sinned again it turned out too big pls forgive me and there's angst in here too I never meant for this happen jfc Taglist:@antoxsmith, @syrma-sensei, @hopeless-daydream3r, @macyomoiji UNEDITED! Part 1 >>> Part 2 >>> Part 3

You could barely walk the entire evening. It was torture. Truly, even walking was an agony and maybe that’s why you were clutching on his arm in the entirety of it trying to keep yourself standing. Forcing a smile and a laugh out was even worse. You couldn’t handle this. You couldn’t pretend like he hadn’t driven you insane. All you could think about was his words. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get back to HQ,” and you couldn’t wait for that. You had been such a good girl, taking his punishment so well and he’d be an idiot to pretend like he didn’t want to fuck you right this very instant against that door.

But for now, he just had to push this aside, and pull up a smile and mentally start planning on what he was going to do to you tonight so that you’d scream his name for all the Scouts to hear. Not that it would be the first time they’d have heard you scream the Commander’s name.

“Ready to go home?” Erwin spoke in your ear, leaning down to your small form as you clenched your fingers around his forearm a little tighter to continue matching his pace of walking. There was a carriage waiting for you, to take you back to Trost at the Survey Corps HQ.

You glared at him for a moment and his smile only grew. He was enjoying torturing you. Fucking sadist. “You better keep your promise the moment we step foot in your quarters,”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I am a man of my word,”

Oh, you were certain about that, and he only further convinced you and he slammed you against the door of his office the moment you stepped it. His arms were all over you, pushing on your dress, searching for that damned zip. He flipped you over the door, finally pushing the zip down the small of your back and pushing the sleeves down your shoulders.

You were in your undergarments before you knew it. He flipped you back to face him and his mouth was on yours before you knew it. You gasped against his lips. His tongue found the back of your throat and your hands found his hair, burying your fingers into the golden locks. You pushed his green Survey Corps coat down his shoulders and your hand reached for that green bolo tie, pushing it out of his shoulders. You tried to unbutton his shirt but he picked you up before you had the chance.

You always loved the way he handled you. How he picked you up and tossed you around like a ragdoll. How he bruised your lips beneath his rough kisses. You wrapped your legs around his waist and his mouth found your neck, kissing and sucking and nibbling. He loved seeing your bruised skin in the mornings. Marks that would remind you for days how he had claimed you.

He dropped you on the bed. A gasp escaped your throat at the impact. You watched as he slipped his black leather belt out of his waist. You laid in front of him, on his bed, half naked. His beautiful little prey that he intended to wreck tonight and for all the nights to come.

“Hands up,” He ordered, and like his obedient little girl you showed him your wrists only for him to tie them together with his belt and bringing them up to the wooden bedframe, trapping you there.

You had chosen that set of black lacy bra and panties that he had bought you a few months back. Such a tease, and that’s just how he wanted you to be. His spoiled little princess. That golden necklace that adorned your neck he had made sure not to take it off. Gold looked so good on you, his pretty little girl. He was going to fuck you in it.

He kicked his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, but he didn’t take it off. He knew how much you hated it when you were all bare, and he, fully clothed. It’s unfair you once told him. Well, it was unfair for you to rile him up like this when he had adorned you in the prettiest dress and priciest jewellery in Wall Sheena. But you had taken your punishment well. Even now, you squirmed as his hands snuck between your aching backside and the mattress. He brought your body properly on the bed and he pulled the black panties down your legs, finally revealing your pretty pussy beneath.

“Now be a good girl and part those slutty legs for daddy,”

You bit your lip and did just that. You were his obedient girl after all, and after your bad behaviour today, you had to compensate.

“That’s a good girl,” Erwin’s lips found wrapped around your clit right away.

You gasped. Hips bucked up to his face but he pressed a large palm down to your abdomen, pushing you back down and keeping you in place. You were so wet. Clit engorged and throbbing for attention that he was giving you in the extremes right now. He sucked hard, pressing his skilful tongue down your pretty cunt, and gathering your sweet juices. His little girl always tasted so sweet. Daddy’s favourite dessert. He could eat you up for hours.

“Mmhm, daddy,” You attempted to close your legs back he slapped your cunt instead and you cried out at the welcoming sting.

“Can’t follow a single fucking order?” He growled against your sweet cunt. “Keep those legs parted or the only thing you’ll be riding tonight will be my boot,”

You bit your lip and parted your legs as much as you could. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d hump his boot whilst he’d fuck your throat. “ ‘m sorry, daddy, s’ sorry,”

“Good, now be a good girl and cum on my tongue,”

He launched another assault on your pour clit. You gasped. Your body tensed and your hands shook from their restraints. You wanted to reach for his hair, his head, push him further between your legs, but you couldn’t. He had tied you down, and he could leave you like this all night if he felt like it. You were so close. The loud squelches of his lips ravaging your throbbing nub were all that accompanied your moans and gasps, and whimpers. He was going to make you cum and he hadn’t even stuck his fingers into you yet.

Be a good girl and cum on my tongue. This was an order that you had to obey, and if you didn’t cum on demand, he wasn’t going to let you cum at all. He suckled hard on your sensitive nub and a shout erupted from your throat. You came hard. A warm gush of liquid ran out of your hole that clenched around nothing and your back arched against the bed. Hips bucking beneath him and before you had the chance to recover, two large fingers plunged inside your spasming hole and began pumping into you hard and fast.

“Ah! Fuck, daddy, please, please, give me a moment, please…”

“You wanted to cum, didn’t you? Cum,”

Another order. Eyes screwed shut and you were literally on fire. He was hitting your sweet spot over and over. The coil inside your stomach began to gather again. You were about to cum for the second time in a row and there was no way you could disobey your daddy, the man who owned every inch of you. You came again. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs and he finger-fucked you through your orgasm so hard, so fast, you closed your legs around arm, but he wasn’t going to let up, was he? And you couldn’t stop him. You were restrained and all you could do was thrash on the bed, beneath his merciless thrusting in your gummy wet walls. You were panting. Sweat beginning to form on your forehead, your body, your fisted hands.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and give another one for daddy, aren’t you?” Erwin added a third finger, stretching you up even more. All three of his thick long fingers were hitting so hard against your spot. He was planning to bruise it tonight. Abuse and make a mess of your sweet cunt, because you had been such a bad girl.

But you couldn’t take it. Your nerves were on fire, his brutal pace almost hurt. “P- Please, daddy, I- I can’t cum again, it hurts, please, please…” Broken pleas and hoarse throat already. He smirked. He hadn’t even begun.

“Can’t tell me that for a moment you didn’t think of fucking Nile, can you? Since you wanna be such a whore, I’ll treat you like one, darling,”

His tongue pressed down on your clit and your whole body jolted forward. You didn’t know whether you wanted him to stop or keep abusing your hole till you passed out. He was still angry, you could tell. Still jealous and insane and furious about today. Should you had known that it would trigger him so much, you wouldn’t tease him like that. But how were you supposed to know? Your relationship with Erwin had been purely carnal. He took out his stress and frustrations on you, and you simply enjoyed each second because you would be an utter idiot if you didn’t.

He was perfect. In every aspect, in every way. He was perfect and secretly you were scared that you were falling. But even if you were, would it matter?

It wouldn’t matter. This man’s heart was made of stone. He was never going to hand it to you. He was never going to hand it to anyone. He didn’t want to spend his life with you, he just wanted to fuck you and listen to your pretty moans and screams. He just wanted you to be there to suck his dick like the insatiable whore you were before a stressful meeting. He just wanted you to be there, to fuck your throat or bend you over his desk, tie you to his bed, play out all his perverted fantasies on you, and give you his pretty, expensive gifts to compensate for it all.

And you gave him yourself so openhandedly because after a rough fuck, he was going to hold you and press featherlike kisses on your forehead. He was going to hold you and kiss you sweet and that was the only gesture of affection that ever came from him, and you craved it so much. You loved him so much. But he was never going to return the feeling and you knew it.

I’m just the partner for the evening. You meant those words. You weren’t his partner. You were a partner. Next year he would have forgotten about you. He would have some other pretty girl on his bed, and it wasn’t going to be you.

And so you came. Your body spasmed and your abused cunt clamped so hard down his fingers – you swear you heard him growl a ‘fuck’. You came again for the third time in a row. He was the only man who would draw orgasms out of you on command, because you would just do everything for him. You signed up in the Survey Corps – you signed up to die for him. And he couldn’t see it, and it saddened you beyond measure, but you were there for him. You would always be there for him whether he kicked you out of his life or not.

“Are you okay, babygirl?” You felt his weight on the bed around you. You felt him crawling on top of you. Fat tears ran down your cheeks as you wept brokenly.

“ ‘m good, daddy,” You barely managed as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. You weren’t sure why you were crying about. Maybe it was those orgasms that were the best you had in your life, or the fact that he was going to push you away one day like he did with everybody else.

“You did so good, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl. So good to me,” He kissed your tears away and you closed your eyes, revelling in his soft warm kisses all over your face. Gentle hands traced your body, your thighs. “Let’s take this off,” He released your hands from the confines of his belt. Muscles ached from staying in one place for so long. Your wrists painted in pink from your hopeless efforts of trying to free yourself and failing.

But you didn’t care about your bruised wrists and aching muscles. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tugged him down to you, to kiss you. Usually, he’d just leave a dry peck on your lips and thrust inside you and fuck you till you passed out. But this time he indulged you. He kissed you hard and wrapped his arms around you and you adored each second of it.

“Take off your shirt, I wanna touch you, please…” You mumbled against his lips, and he did just that.

He pulled his shirt down his shoulders and his hand reached back to unclip your bra blindly. He tossed the piece of clothing away and wasted no second to lean down and wrap his warm, slick lips around your tender mounts. He sucked and ran his warm slick tongue around your tender nipple, and you let out your sweet moans – the sounds you knew he most wanted to hear.

And for once he wasn’t planting his marks on you. He was being gentle, kissing you and worshipping your sweet skin. And maybe he loved you just as much, but he was never going to tell you.

He pushed his pants down his legs and kicked them on the floor. He grabbed your hips and brought your crotch flushed to his own. His cock hit your belly, reached the level of your stomach. Girthy and big and veiny, and ever time he pushed inside of you, you lost your mind and forgot how to breathe. He positioned his tip to your opening and watched you face with a hunger in his aquamarine eyes that you knew all too well. He started pushing in, always gentle, always giving you time to adjust. But he had prepped you so nicely this time, hadn’t he?

He had made all you nice and wet and stretched to fit his cock in your little hole all the way in. Tip snuggly pressing against your cervix and you were a goner. He pressed your knees to your chest, folding you in half, reaching as deep as he could. He could see his cock bulging in your tummy. Fuck. His sweet little girl. You had no idea you were the only one who was making him feel things no one had.

He started thrusting. A few slow strokes at first, his arms around you, lips met your own, wet and messy but sweet. It almost felt like he was making love to you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Fingers found his hair, the shifting broad muscles of his back, his chest. You touched him everywhere and when he picked up the pace you let out a cry against his lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist to make sure he’d stay close and leant down to you. To make sure he wouldn’t pull his arms from around you.

He started hitting that spot again and again, the tip of his cock bruising your insides. Loud wet sounds of him thrusting fast in and out of you, fucking you hard into the mattress. He grunted into your neck, biting down hard on your skin and you squirmed. His hand reached down. Rough fingers started rubbing down on your clit and you were gone.

You screamed and your vision blacked out as you came for the fourth time. “That’s it, that’s my good girl, that’s it,” Erwin growled as he pulled out of you and came all over your tummy. His grunts and groans were delicious, but you were gone.

You passed out. He had exhausted you and it wasn’t the first time. But there was no saying how beautiful you were when you slept. He could stare at you for hours. He cleaned you up with a rag and noted to himself to give you a bath in the morning. He lied down beside you and pulled you in his arms and wrapped the bedsheets around your bodies.

He watched you as you nuzzled in his chest, his arms around you. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and planted a kiss on your forehead.

I love you. Be mine. He wanted to say, but he was never going to say it, because one day you might day under the leadership of the very man who loves you. One day, he might die. And if he told you he loved you, you’d spend the rest of your life mourning for a man who loved you. No, it was better if he kept letting you know that you meant nothing to him.

It would hurt less for you if he died. It would absolutely wreck him if you died, and you never know he loved you. But that was life in the Survey Corps. He had to toss his heart into the gutter and turn it into stone.

“I love you… y/n,” And he could only say it now, knowing that you hadn’t heard him.

And you hadn’t.

[kingdaddydaichi]

Let's get right down to it, shall we?

I'ma kick Daichi's bday off with a couple of HCs about his cock. I'm not pulling any punches, not holding back so leggooooo...

MINORS DNI || 18+ ONLY || AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Okay let's get one thing straight from jump...Daichi got a FAT cock. Like, bruh. I just know he does. He exudes bde everywhere he goes it just follows him around. Shit might as well be his shadow. Like. Daichi's got a cloud of big dick energy like Pigpen's got his cloud of dirt. Allow me to illustrate:

Like it's so thicc that even if you don't like sucking dick, you wanna suck it bc it just gives you an appetite. Yo, I'm a vegetarian and my mouth starts watering in spite of itself. Daichi's dick is a whole ass slab of meat. You don't know how that mf is gonna fit in your mouth but you take one for the team and buy some chapstick for the inevitable cracked corners of your lips.

I don't think he's even that long. Like maybe average length? But jfc that girth will bring you to your knees.

He will dead ass slap your thighs apart with his heavy cock when he crawls between your legs.

And the head of his cock is so sensitive. That mf is almost the size of your fist, but even so much as brush up against it when he's hard and he will have to choke down a whimper. Daichi's not going to allow it often, but if he's worked up enough and you're in a place where he's pretty sure no one will see, he'll let you rub his cockhead through his pants until he cums in his boxers, aaaaand...

There's always so much cum. His semen is thick and white and powerful! Has to be for him to have such heavy fucking balls. If he has his cock out when he jerks off in bed, he has to put his hand over it at the last second or his first spurts of cum will hit the headboard behind him. He'll never tell you about it, but his cum has accidentally landed in his open mouth more than once. He has also swallowed more than once. 👀

Hates fucking wearing condoms. Even the Magnums are too restricting for him. So yo ass better be on birth control or you're gonna have to yell at him to pull out.

He's not gonna like that tho. He'll pull out, but not before swearing with a furrowed brow. "Mmfuck baby! Feels so good, just wanna cum inside you."

Even if you've been together for 20+ years, adjusting to his size when he first pushes inside you is going to be a thing. Idc how turned on and wet you are, or how many of his babies you've had, when I tell you Daichi's got a Thicc Ass Cock™...it's not something you get "used to". No matter what he's put your pussy through, it'll always snap back such that he'll have to put you through your paces again and again and again. I would tell you to invest in some lube, only you're not going to fucking need it bc he'll serve your pussy like it's a fucking buffet. Non. Fucking. Stop.

Oh, he doesn't shave or trim. He's a fucking man and his black pubes are going to be glistening with your slick before you can say...well anything. Goddamnit.

What else, if anything, do y'all want to know about Daichi's cock?

Ask and you shall receive...

[stressedspidergirlsfitnessblog]

I only ran 5. And I wasn't sure I was gonna survive lol.

I stopped for a few seconds at 4.66km bc I was like ???? How far is left?! And wanted to die. Lol. I checked again at 4.94 and was like okay if I haven't made it by the end of the sidewalk I give up. I didn't stop that time but. My God. I had such a bad stitch. Not a great time or pace but I did it.

I also LOL was slow to start running bc I didn't have my watch set up to run and had issues getting my phone into the pouch. I think that first split still would have been around 7min but whatever haha. If I fumble for the race I'm screaming and restarting.

I felt really good about my KM3 pace until I saw it. Lol. But I realized a huge chunk of KM2-3 is uphill. So I probably run out of a lot of energy and then the KM3 hills are much sharper. 2 is more gradual. I won't be able to avoid them, but half of KM1 is also a fairly long hill. So my race route avoids that and is a longer start before I hit my usual KM2/3 place, so basically I should be way less tired by the time I hit 3 bc my run will be easier. :)

I'm still going to consider this a straight thru run and be proud I managed 2 days in a row. I kept debating resting but I really wanted to run on the 1st of the month lol. It's weird I know. But I felt okay overall. I'm excited to run the last S2H mission hopefully Sunday. And then Tuesday VRM1 and Thursday VRM2.. . And Saturday or Sunday the VR. 2 days off might be better. I'm struggling with a lot of internal debate on it tho.

I guess tho, looking at my pace, if my goal is to be under 7:30 I'm doing great. Then maybe 2020 my goal will just be to be under 7.

Garmin tracks 12 months at a time for me, so May's logs got eaten so I lost 13 miles. I put 3 back and I'm still basically at my 230 mile goal. By the 8th I should be well past it again. With 4 more runs planned, even at 3 miles each, that's 12 miles + the 15. Which means my May goal is done and I can see about hitting 50 miles. :)

I think once I'm able to more consistently run the 5k without stopping, maybe another week or two, I'll turn zombie chases back on and see how I do. Those suck up a lot of energy. Esp bc mine seem to happen 3x per KM no matter what I do. Jfc.

To PR in the race all those KM times need to be 6:30 or under. I know I can do it. :) I mignt end up walking and sprinting or something but that's okay.

If you ran today and see this feel free to tag me so I can celebrate with you. :)

(I'm also really happy with myself for being out the door before 830am.)

[wikiangela]

rewatching scandal - 1x03

I really love the pacing of this show, nothing really drags on for too long (at least it feels like it so far lol but I had a problem with this with some shows I've seen lately so this is nice haha)

I'm gonna be repetitive and say it once again: I fucking hate Fitz

you know, so far I've seen Liza Weil in three things (HTGAWM, Gilmore Girls, and Scandal) and I don't really enjoy watching her tbh

on the other hand, I'm starting to enjoy David this time around 🤔

and Abby is quickly becoming my favorite - what did 17 year old me think to dislike her four years ago wtf 😂

Harrison has a nice voice, I like to listen to him lmao

I hate Fitz in general, but two things I hate the most are: 1) he's constantly cheating on Mellie, and 2) he's so fucking persistent with Olivia, even when she clearly states she doesn't want anything to do with him anymore, it's disgusting - and the worst thing that I fucking works on her

I love Olivia, she's one of my favorite characters ever, but her choices in love are just...... no

I hate Fitz the most, but Cyrus is the most annoying lmao

jfc Travis "it only happened once".... I'm so glad he's going to jail

Fitz does not deserve Mellie tbh, she's great, and he's such an asshole

I am getting back into this show and I wanna keep watching hahaha but tbh i can't wait until the whole Amanda thing is over, I do not enjoy that actress sns

this show is so fantastic, even if half the things and characters are super annoying hahaha

[aastarions]

talk about one of your blorbos please 🥺 a random hc perhaps?

omg there's so many blorbos to choose from 😵‍💫😵‍💫

ok i'm gonna talk about zhongli because he doesn't leave my head lately it's actually ridiculous!!

um ok ok

i think that zhongli would be :((( the sweetest boyfriend okay :((( he's just an old man who enjoys the slow-paced life he's got now and i can imagine how happy he'd be with someone by his side too :(((

he'd go out of his way every morning to bring you a drink if you work somewhat close enough to the funeral parlor, even if it means he's a few minutes late to his own shift because he loves watching your eyes light up at the sight of him (he may have teased you about whether or not you're more excited to see him or the drink) 🤧

i think he loves subtle displays of affection like holding hands omg he loves holding hands for sure especially if you're on one of your usual strolls and he's telling you one of his many stories of liyue's history you'll always squeeze his hand if he gets too off track and you start to get confused LOL

i just :((( i'm down so horrendous jfc

[because-cur-non]

I'm gonna be super original and ask for Lams, 16, 29 & 41 :)

16 do either of them have a special item (an article of clothing, a necklace, a book) that they use when they miss the other? if so, what is it? what do they do with it (read, wear, look at, smell)?

I’m not sure about Laurens, but Hamilton’s got a bunch of Laurens’ stuff that he left at his apartment that reminds him of him.  (jfc that is a convoluted sentence, sorry.)  His spare pillow, for instance, or there’s almost always a shirt or something.  When he was sick and missing him he slept with Laurens’ pillow since it smelled like/reminded him of him.  He’ll probably eventually just go ahead and start wearing his shirts around.

29 who’s more patient? is it hard to break that patience?

Oh, man, neither of them are exactly known for their patience.  Laurens wins out in the sense that he’s less likely to get frustrated over all the little things that crop up in life but Hamilton is also actually quite patient when it comes to their relationship and for the most part letting Laurens set the pace now that they’re both on board with the actual dating thing.  The kind of day to day patience that Laurens has with Hamilton is pretty hard to break but if he was really under stress he could definitely snap at him over something that wouldn’t otherwise phase him.  Hamilton for his part started to really wear thin in SC.

41 who’s more likely to protect the other?

Both, just in different ways.  Hamilton is very aware of a lot of Laurens’ baggage and is ready and willing to fight people over it.  Laurens on the other hand wants to be the person to be like hey don’t worry about it, I got this, and pick up the tab or bring something nice home because he knows that economic security is a Thing even if he doesn’t fully understand it.