#fucking impeccable tweet

[floorpancakes]

[ardentpoop]

It is very concerning to me that ppl in the supernatural fandom r just now (barely) starting to recognize the racism in show. Like the show is very deeply seeped in white supremacy in a way that was very obvious to me when i first watched it at 11. Like I used to be very confused when ppl talked abt Supernatural as a progressive show??? I used to joke with my friends in highschool calling it whitesupremacistnatural bcuz that it is literally the show. White supremacy is so baked into the show and its ingrained into the foundations of the fictional world that Supernatural takes place in. I really cannot take white fans of the show in particular seriously bcuz i feel like if u cannot recognize the incredibly blantant racism in Supernatural i do not really trust any analysis of the show that u make. The only reason I can think of as to why so many fans are unable to recognize the racism in the show is bcuz just abt every scifi/fantasy show from this period had similar issues to varying degrees (although i do think that Supernatural is one of the most unabashed abt it). Like once you pull back the disguise of fantasy Supernatural is just another The Birth of a Nation esque tale that romanticizes white heroes defending the "real" humans from the dark races who cant help being born evil but must be eliminated anyway. Its incredibly unsubtle to a point that often made the show difficult for me to watch especially the longer it went on and the older that i got. That being said I still watched 14 seasons of Supernatural. I love the show and talk abt it constantly bcuz (surprise surprise) it is possible to enjoy a show while still acknowledging the ways that it is deeply problematic. I dont think its a coincidence that ppl r just starting to acknowledge the racism now (nearly 4 years after it ended). I think someone could write multiple dissertations abt the racism and white supremacist undertones in Supernatural bcuz there is so much of it and it appears in so many varying ways.

I don’t have much to add to this just letting you know that I feel you!!! literally hilarious to call this show “progressive” lmaooo like sure maybe in the same way that a corporate pride tweet made by a company with notoriously unethical business practices is “progressive” <3

show created primarily by white men for other white men that ended up attracting a massive white queer audience that was all too happy to gloss over the loudest and ugliest parts of the canon: blatantly racist central concept of Good vs Evil, dean being blatantly abusive to sam for the majority of their relationship, irresponsible casting choices wrt antagonists like Gordon and Raphael and s13!Michael as well as the disposable henchmen/extras who were far too often portrayed by black and brown men and women considering the glaring shortage of black and brown “good guys” in this story, truckloads of blatantly homophobic and misogynistic jokes that were supposed to be viewed as charming, and so on.

no need to unpack any of that though! talking abt that stuff gets you labelled a hater. keep walking on eggshells around the majority of the fandom and tagging discussion of dean’s canon actions as “anti dean” and critical discussion of the show’s super unsubtle roots as “negativity”

as long as the white queer audience got their goddamn d*stiel crumbs they were satisfied lol. and fuck sam - the ONLY part of this thing that makes it worthwhile to watch all the way through as an adult bc characters like him are genuinely so so rare - bc he gets in the way of their generic white gay ship that’s built on flavorless scraps and wild conjecture. as always this website’s user base has impeccable taste and commendable analytical skills!

disclaimer: I genuinely don’t think I would personally change much abt spn textually speaking because AS IT IS it makes for a truly sickening narrative with brain-rotting layers that its creators could have never pulled off intentionally. this isn’t me saying none of the horror was intentional but that a decent chunk of it obviously wasn’t and that the Final Combination could’ve only come of the too-many-cooks-in-the-kitchen white american ignorance egotistical power-tripping (the latter on the part of, say, jensen) that resulted from this show being on the air for far longer than it should’ve been.

[carmenized-onions]

WAIT OMG I FOUND MY NOTES FOR PART 3 (THAT TUMBLR DELETED)

part 3 - hello get ready for more yelling in your asks (that you can feel free to ignore btw!!)

i finished the chapter so:

HER WEARING HIS JACKET!! I REPEAT HER WEARING HIS FUCKING JACKET

the allusions to reader being bi - i feel so seen. this story is perfect. bis love carmy ik that’s right

…Chip’s (i love that nickname so that’s my name for them now) making him a painting, excuse me while i sob

ALSO I HAVENT MENTIONED THIS YET BUT YOUR COMEDY AND ALSO THE DIALOUGE IS IMPECCABLE TEACH ME YOUR SORCERY

YEE HAWWW

WEARING HIS JACKET ALEERRRTTT!!!

Bisexual femmes either want any woman or a man that looks like he could die in 72 hours. That's it. That's the sentence. Send tweet.

So many people loved the painting idea, as a stupid little mixed media artist, this did make me very happy to see people would find trash that i make a good gift as well. Very happy to see that. I'm also honestly delighted to see someone calling Chip Chip instead of Tony-- Actually. Can you make polls on asks, holdon.

I'm just very curious, if people have a preference. It's also low-key high-key no spoilers a sticking point to the story, so I'm just curious what the audience perception is on it as well.

AND DIALOGUE!!! THANK YOU!!! AND THE BEING FUNNY!! I've still got some rough spots with my dialogue, sometimes I think I definitely make characters yap too much, I'm just a yapper, at heart, what do you MEAN people don't usually say 4 full lines of dialogue without stopping? What do you MEAN people don't break into sudden monologues? WHAT!?!?!?!?!

But really, if you think I'm funny and good at dialogue, the secret really is uhhhhhhhh Talking a lot, and Watching a lot of shows and also a lot of people, in real life. Listen to your friend's speech patterns, try to do impressions of them, it's easier than you think.

[lascapigliata]

apparently the merlin account tweeted yesterday for the first time in 10 years which is so fucking funny. my timing is impeccable

[snallavanta]

ok i finished heartstopper season 2. thoughts are still processing but here are some of them

i can't decide which season i like better but i will say season 1 was more fun while season 2 was a little darker (literally and metaphorically) and tackled more difficult topics

i enjoyed that every character got to shine in season 2 and had their own arcs and storylines. i learnt more about them and loved them more as individual characters, rather than just someone who supported the main characters

the music in season 2 was impeccable. like taylor swift? conan gray? the music director was not playing around

personally not a fan of the graphics this season. it was less "doodle-y" and felt artificial in a sense. like a lot of the graphics were sort of like neon lights and i felt that it didn't match the vibe of the series. it also felt weird that there was a mix of doodles and this neon light graphic. i feel like they should've made it cohesive and just stuck to one style. but who knows? maybe this is a transition to season 3 and we'll see fully neon lights graphics in season 3

THANK GOD BEN IS GONE. GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE. made my blood boil every time i saw him on screen. just his name is enough to set me off

kit connor. that's it. that's the tweet.

but ok kit connor is truly amazing. oh my god i don't know how he embodied nick nelson so perfectly because everything he did as nick was literally perfection. the delivery of the lines. the facial expressions. the mannerisms of the character. he's just so nick nelson coded. give him all the awards

and last but not least, I HATE THE CLIFFHANGER!!!!! give me season 3 now

[dual-domination]

I posted 662 times in 2022

97 posts created (15%)

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@huntress1013

@jaimebluesq

@zhu-yilong-laying-on-things

@pangzi

I tagged 591 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#guardian - 78 posts

#dmbj - 71 posts

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#zhao yunlan - 65 posts

#mdzs - 61 posts

#wu xie - 50 posts

#bai yu - 42 posts

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Longest Tag: 137 characters

#i just wouldn't take xiexie to the desert island bc if he and zyl are there i'm going to stay alone.... if you know what i mean jksjkskjs

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I am so sorry, but you two made my day. Literally made me giggle like a teenager. Thank you so much. OK, new ask.

Pairing: Lan XiChen x Jiang Wanyin

AU : The frazzled babysitter

You're welcome! It's my pleasure to serve the humor and comedy 😆

So here we go again:

Little menaces

Xichen tried to not give up. Coffee and energetic drinks weren't working anymore. He wondered why his didi and his (twice?) brother-in-law got cute sweet children like a-Yuan and tiny romantic Zizhen, meanwhile he got Jingyi and a-Ling. Just one of them was enough to make him keep the two eyes very open, but the two, together… a true nightmare. A-Ling would fight over his jiujiu's attention - against Jingyi AND against Xichen. And Jingyi would fight back because… well, because he was who he was: the less Lan of all Lans. 

LXC: Sometimes I wonder if there's any chance of Jingyi being actually a Nie changed at birth…

JC: Sometimes I wonder HOW Wei Wuxian managed to raise such a calm son while a-jie's child is… this full-time upset baby Peacock…

JL: A-Ling is not a peacock! 

JC: Your dad is a Peacock, and so are you.

JL: Mean jiujiu!

LXC: Wanyin, making them cry won't help…

JC: Helps me to get my revenge for what they've done to us.

LXC: They're just small babies… we have to love them.

JC: I love my peacock nephew. 

JL: A-Ling is going to tell everything to xiaoshushu!

JC: Just like you, he's not a big thing. 

LJY: Jin Ling is a coward!

JL: And you are what??

LJY: I'm a fucking badass NIE!

Next time they'd have to babysit, Jingyi definitely would stay with Mingjue and a-Yao, even at risk of learning at least five more bad words and cursing to Lan Qiren's horror.

47 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

#4

Now that my husband loves Mo Dao Zu Shi, I can send him stuff I find on Tumblr. So I sent this one for him...

And he sent it back to me and told me he fixed it:

He doesn't want to be a Lan anymore. He wants to be a Nie, have a respectable mustache and qi-deviate like man.

He says: The Mustache is Canon.

93 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

#3

POV: Meng Yao never left Qinghe

Part 1:

* MY, immersed in business papers. *

NMJ: What are you doing?

MY: Long-term investments.

NMJ: For what?

MY: For good reasons.

NMJ: I was not consulted. 

MY: War is your business, investments are mine.

NMJ: Shall I remind you who Qinghe Nie Sect belongs to?

MY and NHS looking at each other from opposite sides of the room.

NHS: Da-ge, shall I remind you who you belong to?

NMJ: I sense a conspiracy here…

( @novas-grimoire I blame that tweet... and my obsession in Nieyao fix-it stuff)

97 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#2

It's been a while since my hand tremors returned and it's been rare for me to feel like painting - especially since I've lost a lot of motivation since Traditional Art has become underrated in light of digital art.

But then this wonderful Guardian fic by @the-marron left me overly emotional and I can't get out of my head everything I felt while reading.

So, Marron, a quick painting of someone who wished he had the talent to convey your impeccable writing on a canvas, but really just has a lot of feelings.

Fun fact: it's the first time in over twenty years of being part of fandoms that I've tried to paint something for someone else's fic.

You can find this little literary treasure here:

When I walk past the mountain peak, it doesn't speak

(It took a lot of courage to post this 😅)

140 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

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[itoshi-s]

AYOOOO those rin screenshotss were so worth the wait EHEEE !!! >:) and omg AM SORRY for just barging into ur askbox unannounced, I saw the tweet and got too excited LMFAOOO but ive been reading ur fics and posts these past few days so feel like I gotta come say hi properly <3 

first of all, ur writing is fucking impeccable. you always nail their personalities to a t and its just… wow. u should be writing novels, NOVELS my dude.

it was wild seeing u talk abt genshin bc believe it or not, i was literally in the deepest, most hopeless chokehold of a genshin brainrot known to man (over scaramouche too no less) AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW. seeing bachira animated just…… changed the trajectory of my life. I was like okay. that’s fine. it's no big deal. Im just…. so normal about him, you know. SO normal. and then, by sheer fucking chance, i saw your good comfort fic?? £^*&£%???? and BRUH. i simply just dont have it in me to be normal anymore 🫠 so thats were we’re at. AHAHA anyway hi. NEW EP TOMORROW ur gonna see ur mans sooooo soon!! its shitty u gotta work but hope it goes by fast knowing he’ll be waiting for u <33 

AAAA LAM BBIE HELLO !!!!!!! ❤️❤️ feel welcome bby im v happy to see u around !!! <333

AKAKAKKSAK u have no jdeaaaa how much i appreciate that !!! their personalities are SOOOOOO tricky so im vvvv glad u love them😭🫶🏻

PLEASEEE the way it just haunted u right in ur bachira brainrot … HEHE i am def not sorry !!>:) i luv making y’all go crazy for these boys !>_< once again thank yewwww for all the kindest words bbie </3 sob you’re so sweet ! MWAAAAH ❤️

[radialarch]

so I can't actually look at your taskmaster posts straight on bc it's like looking at some sort of like higher being and I'm simply not strong enough. But I still want to ask you about it bc I really like TM!

Do you have a favorite season? A favorite contestant? Do you have thoughts on Liza Tarbuck's final task?

asdfa;j;kl anon i'm so sorry for the unhinged tweets but this is so funny to me. how do you watch the show. liza literally said alex had "a greedy bottom" on air & i HAVE to assume alex enjoyed this because it aired! on the television show which alex executively produces! god fucking bless.

also THE TASK was to "tell the taskmaster you love him in the most meaningful way" and at no point did anyone feel the need to pause & explain why having alex sit on a cake would be meaningful to greg, presumably because every single episode prior to this one had already made it perfectly clear.

there are such delightful moments in basically every series and if i talked about them all we would genuinely be here all day but here's some quick standouts:

series 5

the songs about rosalind were SUCH bangers? mark & nish's in particular was a triumph, loved when they revealed their musical talents. overall greg's dynamic with nish was SO funny. i really enjoy when they have secret contestant-specific tasks & want every single cheeky text revealed. sally is also... so hot, my god. nail that watercooler.

series 7

everyone had such a good dynamic, greg had a fantastic time, rhod tried to strip alex every episode, just chaotic as hell. james absolutely breaking in studio, phil leaning into the dick, everyone was game for anything & it really gelled wonderfully. sidebar the nearly-nude picture of greg is GREAT, i won't let anyone say anything otherwise.

series 15

"this is a show about pedantry" frankie is so correct and his delivery is impeccable, he made me cry-laugh so many times. ivo is a hopeful puppy and i loved it every time anyone suggested he needed a refund from eton. mae is obviously the hottest of them all but kiell subbing in for coc was also a delight. a lovely cast.

series 16

how are the sues so adorable???? i love that they became bffs immediately. also susan is the CUTEST, her outfits were incredible, and rada was obviously worth all thirty grand from the way she mimed every idiom to perfection. julian's dynamic with alex, also unmatched. genuinely the unhinged energy in this one was off the charts.

[waitingforeddyneddy]

I remember when a random JB fan quoted a tweet from a QC fan (who I think was talking about WOC getting the short stick of things) telling her to worry about Arsema Thomas to reach certain number of followers instead. That was so outta pocket and I saw other JB fans calling them out, etc. What I mean is that fans say stupid shit all the time, they aren't a monolith and that most of the time doesn't say anything about the people they're fans of.

For some people, only Simone needs to have impeccable fans because otherwise that would reflect badly on her, I don't get trying to set such an standard that apparently nobody else has to have. Did they think that QC fans saying stupid shit about Simone was a reflection of the cast at all?

For real the thing about me not being a fan of JB leading to Simone being hated on by people is one of the most insane things I’ve ever seen. And it’s very telling too. It’s like throwing a tantrum. “Worship him or you’re going to make people hate Simone!” no, fuck off

[bchemiqn]

bucket watches scream 5

i have a bad case of anxiety and cannot really handle horror movies but i will do anything for my hyperfixations and its currently Jenna Ortega and Wednesday so i’m watching scream 5 rn and will be live tweeting (live blogging???) here lol. exposure therapy ig…

SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 5 AHEAD!!

okay so i already saw some spoilers so ik who the killer is LMAO.

“Looking fetching” LMAO WHAT IS THAT KIND OF PHRASE ???

Jenna has impeccable acting just saying

girlie got stabbed and just PUNCHES THE DUDE LMAO LOVE THAT FOR HER

my god that jump-scare scared the shit out of me. OH MY GOD THROUGH HER HAND????

Jenna should play a final girl sometime, she’d be perfect (ik she survived in the babysitter killer queen but okay)

ah good, Jenna is still alive whoop whoop

everyone is suspicious but ik that that’s the point lol.

Jenna looks like a corpse lmaoo

AMBER SHES THE KILLER RIGHT???

Sam, we love Sam. We don’t love Amber.

ah yes i kinda hoped he would die.

Sam’s bf watching Stabs while sitting in the hospital next to his gf’s sister who just got stabbed has got to be the weirdest thing ever…

OH SHE HALLUCINATING, OH SHE NOT HALLUCINATING.

i know the secret too i think (this is a guess), Sam is the child of one of the previous killers (I’m guessing billy loomis?)

I FUCKING KNEW IT AAAHH.

Jenna’s acting… so good!

eyo thats Sidney!

mindy went on a whole monologue i love her call me crazy but sounds like a hyperfixation rant

damn those hallucinations really be hallucinating good.

i feel a jump-scare coming, i was right.

oooo mr wallows is gonna die isnt he

oh should’ve seen the mom coming tbh. gosh so much blood… so many stabs

this whole scene of mr wallows walking around his kitchen but nothing happening is giving me the heebie jeebies :(

AH GHOSTFACE IS IN THE HOUSE… that seems like such a horrible way to die tbh… also omg how graphic :(

EYO COURTENEY COX AAHH

Gale x Dewey redemption pls 🙏

stupid police

girlie why u getting out of bed ur barely alive. i feel so sorry for Tara omg. but again… impeccable acting wow.

uhoh there goes Richie…

impeccable timing whoop whoop.

NO NOT DEWEY, YESSS YOU GO DEWEY, NO DEWEY WHY R U GOING BACK??? NO DEWEY WHYYYY MY GOD HOW GRUESOME :(((

ig we’re not getting that Gale x Dewey redemption :(

SIDNEY CAME BACK??? GIRL LITERALLY THE LAST THING SHE SHOULDVE DONE.

Tara and Sam have such a sweet relationship bye :(

Gale and Sidney is a comedic due lol

Naw poor Tara with her astma

DID HE GET STABBED IN THE BALLS ??? Okay it was his leg great. why is the killer so aGRESSIVE WITH THE STABS???

also can i just say, no one besides Jenna even looks remotely like a teenager oh my god

“Hi GenZ” LMAO THIS DUDE

if I didn’t already know who it was, pink haired girlie would look reaaaallyy suspicious rn.

OH MY GOD THEYRE AT THE OG HOUSE??? THATS SO GOOD???

nooo not Mindy we love her

OH MY GOODDD THAT REVEAL WAS SO FUN???

“I’m not the fucking killer” “yeah i know” *shoots* AAAHH I LOVE IT

uhoh there goes Gale.

aw poor Tara, SAM WHY ARENT U CUTTING TARA LOOSE??

AH SIDNEY NO

OH MY GOD IT WAS RICHIE TOO FINWIDNWI WHAAATT WHAT IS THE CONNECTION BETWEEN HIM AND AMBER??? Oh subreddit wow…

UHOH SIDNEY

GO TARA GO TARA!!!

oh Amber has to be set on fire because of the hand sanitizer setup… I KNEW ITTT

i wanna be covered in blood and pretend stab someone too… someone cast me in a horror movie rn pls

Tara and Sam hugging :,) i love them

AHH MINDY AND CHAD SURVIVED FUCK YEAAAH

we love the og final girl x new final girl

Hearing the wallows at the end is such a wake-up call after a slasher horror movie LMAOO??

okay this was great for my reintroduction into horror (believe it or not i was very into horror when i was younger)! overall a 8/10 tbh

I’ll definitely be watching Scream 6 in theaters!

[oogaboogasphincter]

Kinktober Day 9

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

prompt: hate/angry sex🖤lingerie🖤forced orgasm (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 900+

warnings: oral sex (f receiving), swearing, not a whole lot of explicit stuff in this one, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: if i choosed the color purple bc it happens to be a certain someone’s favorite color. i don’t choose it bc i did. no i didn’t. ❤️ (if y’all are confused look up the if i eated soap tweet💀) +day 8 is coming soon, i have an idea for it that i'd like to develop properly 🌷🦋

gif by @javier-pena​

You feel strange. You feel like yourself, but you’ve never met this version of her. You didn’t even know she existed until a month ago, when you were lazing on the couch with Javi, mindlessly scrolling through your phones. On an endless Tik Tok binge, you had paused on a video of a girl making lingerie. She was promoting her small business, showing the details of the product: the fine mesh of the set, the decorative (but not gaudy) frills, the heart-shaped clasps holding the whole thing together. At the end of the video, she modeled the set herself, and that’s when you caught Javi staring over your shoulder. Feeling playful, you swatted his chest hard, leaving him laughing with a halfhearted “Ow.” 

You teased, “Fuck off, Javi.”

He shook his head, “I wasn’t staring at the girl, cariño. I think that stuff’s pretty.”

And so the seed was planted. You ordered your size that night, tilting your screen away from your boyfriend’s wandering eyes. The girl had filmed herself making a baby pink set, but you decided to opt for the lilac version: one of Javi’s favorite colors. 

The package came this morning - Javi found it a little weird that you insisted on getting the mail alone - and you kept it behind your back, scampering to your bedroom. Knowing that Javi sometimes perused your underwear drawer, you hid the package in the drawer that houses your shorts, pants and skirts. You couldn’t wait until he left for work so you could try it on.

Sending him off with a lingering kiss and a hot mug of coffee, you grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen on your way to the bedroom. You fished the package out of its hiding spot, cut it open and marveled at the pieces before you. The quality is impeccable; the hand stitching is thick, firm and matches the coloring of the mesh, the fabric is sturdy yet flexible and all of the pieces are here. 

You now stand in front of the bathroom mirror, dressed head to toe in the getup. The bralette is unlined; leaving your beauty to be on full display, covered only in lavender Swiss dots. Your middle runs into the garter belt, decked out with tiered ruffles on the sides, which extends to the garters themselves. They clip to your stockings with narrow purple ribbons, which reach halfway up your thighs. The thong panty shapes your cheeks in an oh-so flirty way. Innocent but tempting, a scrumptious treat wrapped up in violet hues, you await Javi’s return home on his lunch break. 

“Honey, I’m home!” he calls out, announcing his entrance. It melts your heart to hear the phrase in his voice, and your love drips down, down to your core. 

“Come in here!” you shout, assuming a - hopefully - sultry position on the bed. You stack your legs on top of one another and plant your palm firmly on the mattress, holding your weight up with that shoulder. 

He stops in his tracks when he rounds the corner. “Holy fuck” is all he can muster, said through an exhilarated breath. 

Biting your lip, giddy over his astonishment, you greet him with a wiggle of your fingers, “Hi.”

He takes a tentative step forward, not sure what he wants to do quite yet. Does he want to strip you of the lingerie, ripping it off of you with his bare hands, and fuck you so hard you both see stars? Would he rather drop to his knees, admire your angelic figure, and praise it like he’s begging for salvation? He’s not a particularly religious man, but if there’s a heaven for him, he’s looking right at it. 

His hands reach out slightly, wanting to just grab you and run his palms, knuckles, fingertips all over your skin, your adornments, but he retracts them. He’s afraid he won’t be able to contain his ravenous lust and would tear his meal clean from its delicate packaging. 

You quietly invite him over, “C’mere.”

He does as you say like a trained animal, climbing onto the bed and kneeling in front of you. You take his hand and place it on the rise of your hip, running his fingers through the soft ruffles. His only reaction is a hard swallow. 

“Do you like it?” you tease.

“D-d-do-,” he laughs at his own stuttering, meeting your eyes, “Do I like it?” 

He wraps his warm arms around your middle, pulling you onto your back and below him, “Angel face, I love it.” 

Laving at your neck with his lips, teeth and tongue, his rough hands skim up and down your sides, his jeans scratchy on the exposed patches of your thighs. One breathless moan of his name is all the motivation he needs to descend down your frame, spotting kisses all over your body, before rucking the crotch of your thong to the side. 

“Wait, Jav, let me take it off. I don’t want to rip it.”

Javier just shakes his head, eyes lost on your dripping mound; your slick has darkened the pale lilac of the mesh to a rich purple, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“You can’t, you can only buy a whole new set,” you explain.

“I’m getting you one in every fucking color.” 

And with that argument settled, you take delight in the sound of the seams ripping under his passionate touch, and his desperate tongue can finally dip into your wanting hole. 

💘taglist: @pascalpanic

[ackerfics]

slow dance with you — mikasa ackerman

— goth!mikasa ackerman x soft!female reader (modern au)

— warnings: slight mention of alcohol, pure rotten fluff

— summary:  after gaining some courage from the drinks she had in the party and from the advice she got from her friends, mikasa is ready to become your girlfriend.

— word count: 3.9k

— author’s notes: i would like to thank the anon who gave me some ideas for goth!mikasa, you are so amazing !! thank you for the small headcanons. and since we’re on the topic of writing abt goth!mikasa, i couldn’t help but pair her up with a classic soft girl who likes to wear pink at every time of the day. this dynamic is based on marceline and princess bubblegum so i hope you enjoy !!

p.s. the reader will have dyed hair here, if this is not your cup of tea, just let this fly by your dash.

listen to this while reading.

“She dyed her hair pink,” came a dazed yet mesmerized tone.

“You’re staring at her again.”

Mikasa jumped on her seat at Eren’s nonchalant observation. She whipped her head to her best friend, his attention directed on his laptop, hands flying across the keyboard as he typed out the next few words in his essay. Noticing the incredulous look the black-haired girl was shooting him, Eren rose an eyebrow before rolling his eyes. Mikasa huffed, crossing her eyes with a subtle hue of red on her cheeks, complimenting her dark lipstick. “I am not staring,” she mumbled. “Shut up, Eren.” She looked away from her subject of interest but continued shooting small glances.

Eren sighed, running his hand through his hair. He was always one of the witnesses of his best friend slash sister being meek around her crush. At first, he was teasing her because not going to lie, Mikasa’s crush is a pretty person but as their years in college made them juniors, Eren will be the reckless idiot that he is (courtesy of Armin) and set Mikasa up. But he liked to live his life out first — Mikasa will probably curse him with that spellbook she bought from the antique bookshop they encountered in their little exploration back when they were first-years. “Mikasa, why don’t you take the chance and confess to her? It’s not going to be the end of the world.”

“If she rejects me? What then?”

“Then that’s the next problem that you will have to face.” The brown-haired boy turned back to his essay. He stared at his laptop screen blankly before spewing out curses. “Now, I forgot what to write next! Damn it.” He picked up his iced coffee and drank from the metal straw as his life depended on it.

Mikasa rolled her eyes at her best friend’s first statement. “Gee, thanks for the advice. It was very much appreciated.”

“Glad to be of help.”

There was a thud on their table that made the two look up from their respective activities. Eren had a scowl on his face because for the nth time this day, he was interrupted from finishing his essay (for fuck’s sake, he doesn’t want to fail Ackerman’s class). Mikasa blinked from scrolling through her crush’s Twitter account (the last post she wrote was about how Levi Ackerman, Mikasa’s relative and everyone’s Anthropology professor) and fixed her attention on their blonde friend, Armin. He looked too bright after a round of morning classes, something that Eren doesn’t comprehend. The blue-eyed young man has always been the rational and genius third of their little group. There wasn’t a time where Armin’s advice got a situation to erupt in flames. It was either the situation became an inferno instead (Eren) or nobody had the guts to do it (Mikasa).

“Hey, guys!” Armin greeted, arranging his side of the table, meticulously placing each component of his lunch in front of him. “How were your morning classes?”

“Shit,” Eren spat out.

“Of course, it is.”

“They were alright,” Mikasa shrugged.

“Figured.” Armin glanced at his friend’s sides of the table, nodding at Mikasa’s balanced lunch while blankly staring at Eren’s laptop. The device should’ve been a good tray of lunch. “I thought you were eating lunch, Eren? That’s what you said in your text.”

“Can’t,” the brown-haired boy huffed. He gestured at his iced coffee without taking his eyes off the laptop. “I guess, this counts as my lunch.”

“When’s that essay due?”

“In about,” Eren looked at the time on his laptop, “three hours. Ackerman is my first period later. That fucking terror professor has no mercy when it comes to this. Can he just piss off for once? Mikasa, do you even tell him to get laid? Because I think that would solve his attitude. I swear to God, he’s getting more pissed every damn day.”

“Wow, I guess getting my short, grumpy, middle-aged uncle to start his sex life will be a nice conversation starter,” Mikasa drawled, half-lidded, bored eyes reading every tweet her crush has posted for the entire week. Mikasa couldn’t help but smile at one post about a new movie her crush just watched, saying that it was now a new favorite. She was tempted to give a heart on every single post but that would it weird because they never followed each other despite the small interactions they shared in between classes. With a sigh, she looked up, only to be met with Eren’s unamused stare. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “What? Do you think that would work, Eren? Levi is probably a virgin his whole life and will continue his record until he’s all shriveled up.” Eren blanched at the image. “Just finish your homework and stop complaining.”

“I’m trying!”

“You’re not trying hard enough, that’s for sure. If you just started that essay the day he assigned it to your class, you would have finished it way before the deadline.”

Eren pointed at Mikasa with narrowed eyes. “Don’t even go there, Mikasa. I have a life aside from being a sleep-deprived college student.”

“I mean, she’s got a point, Eren.” Armin immediately rose his hands in defense when Eren shifted his glare from the black-haired young woman to him. “You always tend to procrastinate in the most impeccable timing that we sometimes have to remind you of your backlogs. And now, here you are, doing things last minute when you could’ve prevented the rush by doing it immediately.”

“Thanks for slapping the reality to my face, you two,” Eren dryly replied, going back to his essay for the final time. “And by the way, Armin, give Mikasa some solid advice that she will finally follow because she’s making googly eyes at Miss Pretty two tables from us a couple of minutes before you arrived. You know, the love of her life?”

Armin roamed his eyes in the lunch hall and sure enough, there was Mikasa’s goddess sitting with her group of friends. There was that brown-haired girl that was dubbed as the Potato Girl for eating mashed potatoes during Ackerman’s class (the professor told the class his rules of no eating or going out of the room while he’s discussing the moment the girl took a spoonful of her snack). A young man with a buzz cut snorting at what the brown-haired girl said. Armin remembered sharing a class with him. He never got the chance to introduce himself because the young man was sleeping throughout the lecture. There was usually a fourth person in the little group but it seems like he was running late or already in his class. That person was Eren’s sworn frenemy, the reason for that relationship was unknown to this day.

The three people at the table all stood up, the brown-haired girl and the taller young man leading the way. Armin instantly had an idea.

“Hey, [Name]!”

Mikasa nearly had whiplash from turning her head to Armin. “Armin?!” she hissed under her breath, face becoming hotter when you looked at their table, a bright smile lighting up your face. You called your friends, telling them to go on ahead without you, to which they nodded before walking towards the trio’s table. Her brain wasn’t processing the moment you lifted a hand to wave at whoever you were smiling at. Mikasa wished it was her. “Fuck,” she whispered, registering how cute you look. You donned a salmon pink plaid sundress and a white cardigan, matching with the bubblegum pink locks you let down. Her heart was hammering a thousand miles per second and there was no hope of stopping it.

“Hi, Armin,” you replied, stopping a few feet from Mikasa, who looked away from you to fix her wide-eyed stare on her empty plate.

“I was just going to ask if you already have a partner in our Molecular Biology lab?” The blue-eyed young man then turned to Mikasa and Eren. “I’m in the same class as her this year.”

“As if calling her here wasn’t that obvious,” Eren murmured, still typing out his essay.

“I don’t need your dry remarks right now, Eren, don’t want to ruin the atmosphere. So, [Name], you have a partner?”

You shook your head. “I think not. It would be great if we could be partners though. I need a break from the people I’ve been partnered with throughout college.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile. It was true, though. Most of the grouping during your first years of college were all set up by the teachers so the students really had no say on the matter at hand. Even Armin was exposed to a variety of students, most of them being too slacking to participate or too overbearing with their suggestions that they have no plans of doing. He nodded with a smile, “I’ll be sending an email to Professor Zoe about this and we’re done.” He glanced behind you, noticing that your two friends weren’t there anymore. “I’m sorry for holding you up. I’m pretty sure you have a class after lunch. See you around?”

You waved him off. “It’s fine, I told them to go ahead since Sasha has a class scheduled right after lunch and Connie had to nap in his dorm. And I don’t have any class the whole afternoon, except for an online session so yeah, see you around, Armin.” You acknowledge Eren with a nod, to which he responded with a cool expression (as if his mind wasn’t a mess from the cramming), and gave a soft smile to Mikasa, “Bye, Mikasa.” And you were off to your dorm, leaving behind two amused men and an awestruck Mikasa.

The black-haired young woman was hyperventilating the moment you disappeared from the lunch hall, hands clenched on top of her black shorts. She regretted wearing a thin, long-sleeved striped sweater under her black shirt because it was so fucking hot after that encounter. Her entire body was vibrating with too many emotions all at once, short-circuiting until she became a heap of flustered mess in front of her best friends. “Oh, my God,” she muttered like a prayer. She definitely needed one after seeing you all pretty in pink. It was too much for her soul because you two are a perfect match this time. Her grommet belt and choker were not helping because she couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Mikasa, breathe,” Armin reminded beside her. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Once she regained her composure, Mikasa realized she probably looked like a gaping fish. “Oh, my God! I’m so sure that this time, she thinks I’m weird. My name is the only one she mentioned aside from Armin which is saying something because she’s classmates with him. But why did she say goodbye to me? Oh, my God, she’s giving me so many butterflies right now.”

“Your gay is showing,” Eren pointed out calmly.

“Eren, not the time,” Armin murmured, hovering his hands over Mikasa’s back.

“Just wanted to alleviate the tense atmosphere. No need to get so worked up.”

“But, Mikasa, your feelings for her are showing.”

Eren clapped his hands, pointing a finger at Armin. “That, my friend, is a genius observation.”

Ignoring the green-eyed man, Armin continued, “I think it’s time you confess to her. Three years is a pretty long time pining for a person. In the end, her knowing your feelings will be inevitable. That is if you have no plans in letting her know.”

“Of course, I want her to know,” Mikasa murmured, fiddling with the sleeves of her striped long-sleeves.

“I heard that there’s a party this Saturday in Reiner’s frat,” Eren told them, meeting both of his friends’ eyes over the top of his laptop screen. “We’re in the same football team with Jean. The horseface is a friend of your girl,” he nodded at Mikasa, who erupted in a sputter of her crush not being her girl, “okay, not your girl — yet. As I was saying, [Name] is good friends with Jean and if Jean is there, Miss Pretty in Pink will be, too. That’s your chance to ask her out, Mikasa.” He met the blinking gray eyes of his best friend. “The question is, are you up for that?”

-

“You were staring at her so hard at lunch again.”

You looked up from your book to acknowledge Sasha entering your dorm room after a whole afternoon of packed lectures. The brown-haired young woman was so tired that she immediately plopped on top of her bed on the other side of the room. At first, you didn’t register what she said because you were preoccupied with your book. You chose to indulge the night in a good book because it has been a long time since you’ve done that. With furrowed eyebrows, you asked, “Can you repeat what you said, Sasha?”

Sasha tilted her head to look at you with one eye uncovered by her duvet. Her hair fluttered after puffing out a breath of disbelief. “Oh, don’t pretend that you have no idea, Miss Pretty in Pink.”

“That’s because I didn’t catch what you said,” you replied, gesturing at your novel. “And what’s with that Miss Pretty in Pink nickname? Did some of the students around campus started that?”

“Sort of,” Sasha hummed. She sat up from her bed and took out her phone from her backpack lying on the floor. You watched the whole time she stretched her arm without changing her position on her bed. With her phone in hand, she opened her Twitter account. “Actually, a friend of mine tweeted it, wait, I’m just going to scroll through my Likes tab to find her tweet. Oh, here it is.” Sasha showed you her screen, patiently waiting for you to take the device from her hand to get a closer look. Her hopeful smile turned into a small pout when you made no moves in doing so. “Take my phone and see for yourself.”

You sighed, following her pleas. “It’s probably just someone from the volleyball team. You know how some of them never stopped following me around campus. Can’t they take the hint that they’re not my type?”

“This person is much better than those himbo simps following you around. She’s an amazing person behind that shy exterior of hers.”

You only hummed, blankly staring at your roommate’s phone before your eyes widened in realization. Your eyes skimmed over and over again at the handle, mkackerman, beside the display picture of a short-haired girl in pigtails. It was the girl that managed to capture your attention during your first year at Eldia University. The girl with an air of mystique that the stars are jealous of. You always admired her from afar, appreciating her style each day. But your admiration was getting replaced with something more at the five words she tweeted. 

You’re so pretty in pink.

Roses bloomed in your cheeks, complimenting your pink hair the longer you gawked at her short post. 

“What?” you breathed out after a full minute of silence.

“Mm-hmm,” Sasha hummed with a smug smile. “And who dyed her hair pink impulsively last weekend?” She intentionally looked at you with sharp eyes, her smile turning into a smirk full of mischief. In actuality, Sasha knew of Mikasa’s crush on you since they were acquainted with each other. It was an embarrassing first meeting between the two, with Sasha latching on a random person’s arm in the station and it turned out to be Mikasa. The two became great friends after that, well, after Mikasa lowered her guard down, leaving her pocket knife safely tucked underneath her checkered skirt. It was Sasha who managed to make Mikasa confess of her undying love for you, the former squealing her heart out in the library. (They were kicked out after that.) 

“I don’t know,” you denied. “There could be a couple of people in the campus who thought that spontaneously dyeing their hair pink is an awesome idea.” You threw your hands in the air, giving back Sasha her phone right after.

“Trust me. Mikasa doesn’t have any interest in any other girl other than a special someone I know.”

You chose to ignore her, turning back on the discarded book on top of your covers. The words flew around your mind, aggravating you until you placed the novel on your lap. A defeated sigh came out of your lips. “Okay, let’s go out for some dinner.” You stretched, switching your pajama bottoms for a pair of loose jeans, and leaving your button-down pajama top on. The people in public will never know your top is a part of a pajama set. As you ducked down to roll the bottom of your jeans, you hear Sasha’s bed shuffling. Sitting up, you regarded her with an inquisitive raise of an eyebrow. “Spill it.”

“Oh, alright. Jean told me to bring you to a party.”

You stood up, patting your lap of imaginary dust, placing your things and book inside your tote bag. “Tell him no. I have a written exam coming up and I don’t want to fail one of my majors. He can manage without one person in our friendship group.”

Sasha huffed, mimicking your actions. “This will be the last time!”

“You said that the previous party you pulled me to.” You narrowed your eyes at her. “I couldn’t get up for a whole day because of that party. Don’t forget your wallet.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sasha threw her wallet in her small bag, throwing the strap over her shoulder. “I promise that this will be the last time, I’ll even call Connie for the witness of my pact!” She placed a heartfelt palm over her chest, lifting her chin a little in the air. “I solemnly swear I am … keeping my promise.”

“You hesitated.”

The brown-haired girl giggled sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. “It’s kind of hard not to continue the quote from Harry Potter. You can’t blame me for that!”

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

“You better because Mikasa will be there.”

You blinked at her statement. “What does this have to do with her?”

Your roommate looped her arm with yours, pulling you in the direction of the elevators. “Because,” it sounded like she was talking to a child, “you were staring at her earlier during lunch period. I understand that because Mikasa looks so good every second of the day but there was something different about the way you’re staring at her.” She tapped her finger on her chin. “Let me see, there’s some pizzaz there.”

“The pizzaz you’re talking about is me admiring her make-up — nothing more.”

“Whatever you say,” came Sasha’s sing-song voice. “I will be the first one who will say ‘I told you so’ to your face when you two start dating.”

-

The night of the party was not as bizarre as you thought.

Sure, there were people having shots in the living room but there weren’t any extreme scenarios lying around unlike some of the parties Connie and Jean went to. It was mostly catching up with old friends or making connections with strangers by ranting about the education system of your university. All in all, it was a fun night, yet here you are, holding your cup of beer with two hands as you craned your neck to get a glimpse of Sasha. Your roommate disappeared as you turned to get a shot, leaving a confused you behind. To think you specifically asked Sasha to be by your side throughout the night. You cursed in your head, you being reliant on the presence of others surfacing. Your stress made you tip your head back, downing your drink in a go.

Without anything to do, you leaned back on the wall. Mind hazy, eyes glassy, you searched the living room for a spunky brown-haired girl that you were supposed to be buddies with. Instead of Sasha, you met gazes with a girl with stars for her eyes. She was equally mesmerized as she was staring straight at you. Everything became silent as your heartbeat resonated with hers. She was beautiful in her all-black outfit — a leather pencil skirt over fishnet stockings, cropped tank top, and combat boots. The two of you are contrasting with one another; her lipstick so dark whilst yours shone a pretty coral, her hair framing her face in a midnight pixie cut whilst yours were in pink waves cascading down, her entire appearance blending in the background whilst you were a beacon with your coordinating soft outfit. 

God damn it, Sasha was right.

You are definitely falling in love with Mikasa Ackerman.

Mikasa who you saw reading tarot cards of her blonde friend. Mikasa who you bumped into during the opening ceremony two years ago. Mikasa who you discovered to have an affinity for electric guitars when you stumbled in one of the auditoriums, her department’s band having an audition. Mikasa who never meets your gaze because you make her nervous at how effortless you carry yourself. 

But tonight, she never looked away from you, her eyes having an adoring yet determined shine.

She stopped in front of you, mere inches separating you two. You looked up at her, her combat boots making her taller than she already is. You saw her eyes flick to your lips, your breath hitching at the thought of having her dark lipstick on any part of your body. With a careful tilt of her head, Mikasa ducked her head a little to fully meet your eyes face to face. “I saw you’re alone,” her voice is still soft-spoken as if she was afraid that she was scaring you. It might be because of the liquid and verbal courage she got from drinking and listening to her best friends because Mikasa had no plans of letting you go tonight. “I thought you needed company.”

A breath came out of your lips, your proximity making Mikasa feel it. “Uhm, if it’s you, I don’t see why not?”

A large smile brightened Mikasa’s face before it dimmed as she lowered her gaze to your lips once more. “I’ve been waiting three years for this.”

Maybe your mind was too hazy with alcohol or it could be because you accepted your feelings for the black-haired girl, so you whispered, lips brushing against hers in the most addicting way possible, “Just kiss me, Mikasa.”

Her lips softly moved against yours in a slow dance, the inches separating you disappearing as Mikasa wrapped an arm around your waist. You lift a hand to cup her jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and to brush your tongue with hers. You felt her shiver, biting your lower lip to make you open up more, with your whimpers tingling her hearing. Mikasa pulled away, trailing firm kisses on the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. Seeing the black kiss mark on your skin, she smiled and placed fluttering kisses on your neck up to your cheek. Opening your eyes, the silver grays in front of you have never been so beautiful. You returned the favor of placing kiss marks. You stood on your tiptoes, feeling Mikasa’s hand steadying you, and left a coral pink mark on the corner of her mouth. 

Mikasa dipped her head, placing her lips close to your ear.

“I want to slow dance with you,” she sung to your ear. “I know all the other boys are tough and smooth and I got the blues. I want to slow dance with you.” Mikasa hid a small smile at your flustered expression. “So can I be your vampire queen, Bonnie?”

The moment you said yes, there was a shout in the crowds. “Hell yeah, your plan worked, Eren, Armin!”

You and Mikasa stared at each other with wide eyes before laughing. 

“Let’s go ditch this party.”

“Thought you’d never ask, Bonnie.”

[straighttohellbuddy]

bless the gremlin child for convincing wilbur to keep perfume on the ep. it’s been giving me inspiration and it’s a bop. favourite so far is oh yeah, you gonna cry? and the fall. i love the vibes of this ep. it’s also given me demon!reader and witch!wilbur brain rot for htlgi universe and just how reader would be so excited for this and them being powerful besties. basically pebble brain is good and i love lovejoy a lot -🐈‍⬛

PEBBLE BRAIN ROT TIME BAYBEEEE

Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry? has impeccable vibes its so bitchy I'm in love, but also its such a jam!!! The Fall makes me want to eat dirt!! "And we're so calm but we're- FUCKING SCARED! FUCKING SCARED!" what the fuck I feel seen how dare . PERFUME im going to yell!!!! "They say your ex boyfriend is a policeman/I say you need better standards" LOVEJOY SAYS ACAB I LOVE THEM!!! Honestly the vibes of the ep are exquisite I love them all so much. 🥰🥰🥰

But also htlgi!reader being so proud and refusing to be normal about it and instead being chronically online as they always are tweeting "PEBBLE BRAIN SO FUCKING GOOD IM GONNA FLY TO ENGLAND AND KISS THEM ALL ON THE MOUTH" but also privately sending each of the band members except Wilbur a very heartfelt message, and sending Wilbur a series of gifs and literally their train of thought as they listen to each song for the first time.

Corpse posting a video on his IG story of the reader playing the EP and singing along around the house.

Corpse: if you want a hype man be friends with Y/N

Y/N: Not my fault my friends put out absolute BANGERS!

[99-nct]

The only good thing about Kaeluc antis is that, as fucking awful/annoying as they are, they have impeccable taste. I cannot tell you how often they direct me to a great writer/artist :D

honestly yeah ... the sexiest kaeya art comes from kaeluc shippers

people will be like "it's a shame the artist ships kaeluc" like do i give a shit? good art is good art 🙄 i really don't fuck with mlm fanfics but i read a really good luckae fic on ao3?! it got taken down like months ago but it was so well written?

additionally i present you this tweet

[oatmilkovich]

I WOULD READ YOUR CLUB KISS ESSAY JUST SAYIN!!!! i got introduced to this series through that one youtube playlist with all their scenes initially and like everything was well and good but pretty sure the club kiss was when i officially forgot how to breathe!!! it still HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY with how gorgeously it was shot/directed and with such impeccably paced m u s i c but also how significant the whole moment leading up to it is for their relationship. noel's acting in those seconds leading up to it cataloging mickey's journey in a snapshot is POETIC CINEMA!!! cam's too, with ian's calm and confidence shining through, and all his patience in the world for mickey to take his time and absorb his surroundings and MAKE HIS MOVE when he's ready!!! everything about it was just chef's kiss! sighh it makes me miss when scenes were allowed to linger and breathe during those seasons and the magic we got as a result. anywayyy whoops i think i'm gonna end up typing out the club kiss essay myself in your askbox at this rate but it's so good i love it so much and i'm sad that i came late to the fandom and likely missed a lot of the real-time hype of people talking about it :')

THANK YOU for this!! i would happily write an essay on the club kiss + it’s superiority, especially after seeing the mess of a best kiss poll on twitter today... apparently people need reminding. 

it’s just so, so, so significant to mickey and his relationship with his sexuality, with ian, with himself. i like to see the club kiss as his coming out, rather than 4x11... cause well, i won’t get into that. ian is so patient with him and lets him figure it out on his own – which is so important, he makes that step himself! it’s the first time he’s declaring them in front of other people! the lights, the music, the direction – god, it all comes together so beautifully. the way they stare at each other before. the fact we never see them pull away from each other – they’re living in their moment of freedom and get lost in it because they’ve never ever been allowed to be so carefree before. they get to kiss how they’ve always wanted to. it’s about mickey’s bravery and boldness, ian’s patience and acceptance. it’s this huge crescendo for their storyline and everything that has come previously – yes, we knew mickey had feelings for ian prior to this, obviously, but it’s the first time we truly see him act on it publicly and giving us the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he might get to the point where he’ll feel safe enough to come out of the closet. plus, the club kiss totally plays into the “what you and i have makes me free.” – they’re surrounded by people but they’re together and free. 

plus as you said, the kiss is long and the director really allowed to scene to breathe which so very rarely happens these days. there’s a lovely storyline arc within the moments before the kiss itself – mickey’s defence, his apprehension, his fear and then his acceptance. it’s the first time they’re really allowed to linger, consider, and get lost in a moment with each other and that just... means everything to me. they’re not kissing because they’re scared or worried about losing each other, they’re not kissing because they’re trying to prove a point, they’re kissing simply because – for the first time ever – they can. 

i was lucky enough to be around prior to 4x08 airing so i can remember how fucking amazing and unexpected it was when the episode came out – it was like, 1am and i tried so so hard not to scream. i can probably find my live tweets of excitement from that day, lol. i hope this is even remotely coherent, i’ve been at work all day and i’m heading to bed soon but i didn’t want to go to sleep without answering, i’m just... always here to talk about this kiss. please feel free to come into my inbox and ramble if you want some of that hype <3 

[carloswilliamcarlos]

A N Y T H I N G about Sackler, pretty pretty please? 🥺🥺🥺

You know what fucks me up about Sackler? He’s an AMAZING kisser. That bitch THROWS himself into every kiss he gives you. Not in terms of aggression necessarily, but in terms of INTENTION. Man does not know the meaning of half ass!!!!!

Exhibit A: Look at this slow, carefully aimed kiss, the way he’s absorbing every little moment in the lead up. In the full clip, he literally like squares up to her and gets himself standing exactly right in exactly the right place so he can plant one on her EXACTLY how he wants to. 

Exhibit B: Even though this one’s a surprise, he still stays fully with her in the moment and doesn’t break away even when he wants to say something.

Exhibit C: Loooooooooook how he leans in and in and in even when she’s pulling away. HE’S IN IT!!! HE’S ON A MISSION!!

Exhibit D: Self fucking explanatory. THAT IS TECHNIQUE IN ACTION THIS MAN IS A WELL PRACTICED PRO

Exhibit FUCK ME: This absolute masterpiece. The head tilt. The slow and deliberate movement. The way he’s fucking consuming her like time is stopped and she’s the only thing that exists.

God damn Adam Sackler is such an impeccable kisser send tweet