#has ANYONE written that tag???

[ultfreakme]

come an interesting shipper in jujutsu toji and itadori's father It would be an interesting couple to see toji deserved to be happy.

Oh this is NEW. Toji and Jin Itadori??? Wait. Wait I'm kinda interested because I always thought Jin was very handsome, he seems like a sweet guy(in the two panels we got of him). You know what? I can see it. If Jin could fix Kenjaku, he could DEFINITELY be Toji's source of happiness. There was a recent interview thing with Toji and Yuuji's VA, and Toji's VA was like, Toji would've grown to love Yuuji because he's so naive and enthusiastic like he'd initially be annoyed but Yuuji would eventually worm his way into his heart. If Toji x Jin is a thing then Toji would be Yuuji's dad to and just- AHHHHH ADORABLE!!!! Megumi, Tsumiki and Yuuji siblings!!! Oh Yuuji would love an older sister ;_;.

This is adorable.

EDIT: I JUST realized why I am so easily into this. so this is Jin and Toji right?

They look almost exactly like

I started LAUGHING when I realized AKJSBDHRGH tell me there isn't a resemblence like COME ON AHAHAHAHA

[krazieka2]

I've played the Fire Emblem Husbando Dating Simulator Games

[ruegarding]

in relation to the last post, the entire plotline is poorly executed.

annabeth's reaction to percy in tartarus is normal, like, not good, but normal. percy's not only challenging the laws of the world, he's indulging cruelty. being afraid is a normal reaction to have. despite that, it's still a conflict that needs to be resolved...and it's not.

immediately afterwards it's like ok back to normal! the jagged edges of percy's soul smooth over and annabeth is back to business (which immediately begets the question: why did rick write that then? which is never answered. the point? missing*). like, the actual issue isn't even addressed. before turning the poison onto akhlys, percy is being tortured w it (and nothing annabeth tries stops it). percy isn't doing this bc it's fun and exciting. he's doing this bc he was feeling so angry, so hurt, so scared, so traumatized that he resorted to hurting someone to make himself feel better. this is literally never addressed.

even in boo, annabeth's arc isn't abt learning to not be afraid or to trust percy again, it's to allow herself to be afraid. w piper. away from percy. and she never confronts percy directly, she never reconciles her fear w percy, they never address how this changes their relationship. also piper is there bc annabeth is so freaked out by percy that now piper is freaked out by percy. which is. a separate issue that is only an issue bc once again it never gets resolved.

and then w percy obviously he has his suicide attempt. like, he thought what he did in tartarus was so unforgivable that he not only believed that he deserved to die, but deserved to die slowly and painfully from something that he could easily prevent. like. that's the thing. percy's powers come easily to him. do u know how low he would have to be to not even subconsciously try to save himself? and the only response is a "i think i get it" from someone who's perspective does not properly convey the severity of the situation (ppl read this scene without even realizing it's a suicide attempt). once again, percy and annabeth do not confront this conflict together. percy tries to kill himself and the narrative is like...anyway.

if rick didn't know how to handle this, or even if he just didn't want to write it, he didn't have to write it. any of it.

but it's not that rick doesn't know how to handle this situation bc he writes the same thing in boo and handles it a million times better. nico and reyna have a very similar situation to percy and annabeth and the inclusion of both of these scenes and the difference in how they're handled ends up vilifying annabeth in the narrative.

reyna and nico have known each other for less time. they have built up less trust. and yet. when nico challenges the laws of the world and indulges cruelty in a way that reminds reyna of her extremely traumatizing backstory, she comforts nico. she doesn't treat him like he's dangerous. hedge tells him "we all get angry" and reyna vehemently agrees. nico is given explicit support even before he can start spiraling. and when nico is told to not use that power, it's bc of how it affected him, not how it made them feel, not that it's unnatural.

this shows that there was a correct answer. annabeth didn't have it, and suddenly her "normal" reaction looks bad in comparison. but instead of addressing this in any meaningful capacity, we're going to ignore it and send p*rcabeth to college. #relationshipgoals.

it's such a narrative failure. and rick could've just. not written it.

[watchingyoufromthestars]

Now that I'm caught up with both tma and tmagp, it's time to lose myself in the sea of fanfic. As there are over 26k fics on ao3 for magnus archives, there is no feasible way for me to go through every single one of them to see which ones I'd want to read. Because of that, I'm holding out a giant basket (this post) and asking y'all to drop your faves into it. Bonus points if it's a time travel rewrite fic, something from the scotland safehouse, or cool AUs.

[ratatatastic]

goalie has gotten so elusive for the past 9 days in concerns of media that said media has done the second best thing they can do to ask about goalie aka ask the goalie lover about the goalie and goalie lover does what you expect a goalie lover might do

love thy goalie and reiterate multiple times that none of this is his fault

"its definitely not his fault" "we have to be a lot better in front of him" "definitely DEFINITELY not his fault absolutely not"

post practise interview | 6.23.24 (x)

[varpusvaras]

I've seen multiple posts now where people complain about there not being enough fics for certain ships, which, you know, I get it. Sucks. The problem I have is that all of these posts complain explicitly over the fact that there are more fics for other ships, and, like. That's a you problem. That's deeply a you problem. And there is such an easy solution to that problem.

Write your own damn fics

[dukeofthomas]

"Angry robin" "violent robin" "misbehaving robin" shut up and accept my alternative; spunky Robin. Determined and head strong, can out-stubborn the Batman, has a strong moral-backbone and does what he thinks is right regardless of what anybody else says, Robin. Jason who was sassy and quippy and made crude jokes with a smile on his face. Jason who hid in Bruce's cape and whispered gossip to him. Jason who, if Bruce refused him something, could keep bothering endlessly until Bruce caved. And also dramatic Jason. If Bruce tells him no, it becomes a whole theatrical show; a monologue, a narration, embellishments, and falling onto the floor in his grief upon the fact his cruel father has denied him once again.

(Jason who has suffered through abuse and homelessness and poverty and starvation, who is the Fight out of Fight or Flight, who's built up defenses and walls and when pushed and triggered responds with the thing that's always protected him; anger. He's sweet and kind and funny, and when he sees a pimp hitting a prostitute he gets furious and responds with violence.)

[serpentinegraphite]

So, first off, this is not an attempt to kink shame (dubcon and noncon are great!) but I do keep seeing a thing in fics (I do NOT see this irl in kink spaces nearly as often) where like. A character will interrupt the flow of the scene to check consent

And I don't mean in an "are we still green?" Or "what's your color?" kind of way, but I mean. The author has tagged the fic and indicated via prose and/or author notes that they are doing their Due Diligence to make sure this fic is Righteously Consensual from top to bottom, No Question About It

And a character will ask for full sexual consent either directly or indirectly or renegotiate the boundaries of the kinks being practiced AFTER the sex acts have already begun.

Here's the thing: horny brain isn't great at making decisions! irl in kink spaces, there's often a lot of emphasis on negotiating BEFORE the scene begins, perhaps even with a space between negotiation and the scene if it's with a new/unfamiliar partner (maybe it's a few minutes while things are set up, maybe the partners negotiate a day or more in advance! It depends!), and not changing the parameters of the scene after someone is already horny or god forbid already in subspace.

Again, these are perfectly fine rules to break in fiction, when the author is aware of it (most characters are not going to be fully familiar with safe, sane, consensual practices and the traffic light system, nor would we want them to be!) but I'm increasingly finding fics where the author DOESN'T seem aware, which takes a normal fic (in-character, with reasonable but perhaps even somewhat dubious practices, which the author isn't emphasizing or preaching about) into Red Flag Territory (a character, OOC, yanking me out of the scene to behave like a PSA about consent instead of conforming to the horny tone of the scene, and perpetuating unsafe practices anyway)

If you are writing a master manipulator or someone who wants to have a gotcha, you totally said it was okay on a character they are trying to bone (which is well in the realm of non/dubcon) that's fine! This PSA is not aimed at you. But if you are trying to write someone who Cares Strongly About Consent, then perhaps be more aware of when is an appropriate time to escalate the situation (sexually speaking) or ask for consent!

[vivitalks]

more adhd jason grace or die by my sword

[xamaxenta]

Once again i am here to support fanfic writers i am an extremely vocal advocate for fanfiction writers in fandom space yall are so important and you provide fics that are beyond exceptional FOR FREE????

Fucking hell

[mitchellpete]

Kinktober Day 7 - Blindfold

pairing: vincent (collateral) x f!reader

cw: blindfolding, fingering, penetration, brief dirty talk, might count as.. roleplaying?

word count: 1800

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

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It does not matter how much you pry. Vincent avoids glancing your way, instead keeping his concentrated gaze on the laptop in front of him. It’s something for work, something clearly important. 

You’ve been (unsuccessfully) begging for his attention for the past half hour, body dramatically laid out on the bed across from the chair he’s in, hoping that he notices how bored you are out of the corner of his eye and decides to take pity on you.

Frankly, he doesn't care how you feel, lips pressed in a thin line as his eyes scan the screen. You don’t know what it is that has him so occupied—you can’t ask—but you know it must be a new list; background information, locations, maybe just names. Whatever. Maybe it’s nothing, and he’s just torturing you for fun.

“Vincent.”

Nothing.

He momentarily looks through the manila folder set next to the laptop, flipping through a few pages, and then returns his attention to the screen. Boring.

You sigh. “Come on,” you whine. You roll over onto your stomach and prop yourself up on your elbows, legs swinging in the air behind you for dramatic effect. “I’m gonna add my name to that list of yours just to get you to touch me.”

Still, silence. Only this time, you feel his gaze on you.

You glance at him and surely, piercing eyes are glaring your way. Okay. Step one.

“Touch you?” he mocks, raising a brow.

“Mhm.” You give him a little smile.

“You’re obnoxious.” His eyes return to the screen, though they immediately flick back to you, and then it’s a back and forth. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. 

What the hell, you’ll continue prying.

“Maybe you’ll be able to focus a little better if you come here for a bit.”

“You have no idea the amount of preparation this takes,” he immediately huffs, his glare intensifying. “Maybe if you were quiet for more than a minute, I could actually make some progress.”

You gasp theatrically, playfully hurt. Okay, well he’s not ignoring you anymore. 

“What if I could help you, in a way?” you idly propose, at this point just blurting out whatever comes to mind.

He scoffs, a humorless grin painting his face as he looks up at you again. “And you just keep going.”

“No, seriously. I could!” you insist. “You can.. practice on me.”

He raises the same eyebrow again. “Practice on you?”

“Yeah—” You think about it for a second. “Like, tie me up or something.” You’re half joking, maybe actually just playing into his claim. You can be obnoxious, alright.

You almost swear there’s a hint of intrigue in his eyes, but then he grumbles and shakes his head. “You’re so ridiculous.”

You shrug, ducking to rest your head on your forearms. “Fine, I’ll just sit here and pretend I’m your hostage that got away.”

Silence again.

You continue swinging your legs in the air behind you like a kid.

The scrape of the chair against the floor suddenly startles you, and you glance up to watch him stand. In a swift motion, Vincent rips something out of the back pocket of his pants—a tie, it looks like—and stalks over to you in quick strides. Wide eyed, you watch as his hand comes down to roughly grip your arm. You let him manhandle you over onto your back, and then he’s mounting the bed on his knees, pressing you down hard against the mattress. Okay. Maybe you teased him a little too much and he’s gonna fucking choke you with the tie to finally get some peace and quiet, but no—it’s not a tie he’s holding, it’s a blindfold. 

You realize because he’s unraveling it in his hands above you, preparing to lay it against your eyes.

You look up at him curiously. “Who just carries a blindfold in their back pocket?” 

“Shut up, or it goes around your mouth instead,” he threatens, irritated. 

Cold fingers come down against your cheekbones as he roughly presses the cloth against your eyes. They’re forced shut against the fabric, but it’s surprisingly soft against your eyelids. You lift your head to aid him in moving and tying the cloth around the back of your head, your fingers wrapping around his wrists as he works a tight knot. He ties it tight, like this isn’t a joke at all. It’s then that you realize the gravity of the situation, your body suddenly tensing with anxiety.

You’re not sure what his next move is.

A part of you fears he’ll just tie you up and leave you there, in the form of a sick and cruel joke; doing something as twisted as such just to get you to back off sounds exactly like him.

You’re out of witty comments when you feel him move off of you, and then it seems that maybe yeah, he’s definitely leaving you here and you might be a little scared now so you’re not gonna reach up and touch the blindfold at all. 

You exhale sharply, unsure of what to do with your hands. You awkwardly leave them at your sides, fingernails lightly scratching at your thighs. You hear Vincent moving about in the room, probably looking for something else to tie you up with. Not that you know, but he’s got no intention of that; you realize when you start to hear his belt unbuckle. Excitement subdues your anxiety.

Vincent begins mumbling to himself under his breath and then you feel strong arms wrapping around your middle, one under your waist and the other around your leg, yanking you harshly to the end of the bed. You squeal in surprise, nails dragging along the sheets and fisting in them when he grabs at your garments and pulls. Your pants and your underwear are off in one quick tug, getting another yelp out of you. 

“You wanna play games, we can play games,” you hear him grumble, quiet but with an unnerving edge to his voice.

“Vince..” 

“Shut up,” he repeats, his hand cupping your core. 

You buck into his palm, a very happy noise leaving your mouth.

You feel the bed dip beside your thigh, his hand, presumably, and he’s able to lean into you. His palm rubs you up and down, almost with an impatient force. You whine, head rolling side to side on the mattress as your desire grows. When the rubbing noise gets wet, Vincent easily glides a finger through your folds, and then slips two inside you. 

You gasp, a real one this time, and arch your back as he begins moving them in and out of you. There’s absolutely nothing gentle about this—he’s annoyed and he’s turned on, and it’s all your fault and he’s gonna show you exactly what it is you got yourself into. 

The noises only get wetter, filthier, and it hits you how alluring this all is, how reactive your body feels like this. You wonder what he’s looking at, or what expression he has on his face. If he’s irritated with you for driving him here, if he’d rather go back to his work. If the blindfold is doing something for him.

Vincent is still mumbling to himself, though you can hardly hear him with the noises your cunt is making and the—frankly, loud—moaning you’re doing. 

“Oh, God,” you groan, your pleasure elevating to that level of trying not to cum, and for a second you think you might, so soon already.

He feels your walls tense around his fingers and tsks, drawing them back out. You yelp again, a long, whiny moan stuck in the back of your throat. Vincent grabs onto your waist and pulls you even closer, his grip so tight it almost aches. Immediately, you’re met with his solid frame, your legs inadvertently wrapping around his waist. His pants are either off or lowered, the skin of his waist warm compared to his cold grip. 

You feel the line of his cock against you and bite down harshly on your lip to brave the stretch; it comes easily, his previous work on you having left even your inner thighs drenched. He slides into you with a rough snap of his hips, wasting no time in situating himself as deep inside of you as he can. 

“This is what you fucking wanted?” he snarls, and you realize how close to you he is, his voice merely inches from your face.

You can feel his body hovering over yours; each snap of his hips bringing him even closer. 

Your moans sound strangled, trapped in your throat, almost like a cry. You try to answer his question, try to recollect yourself. He sets a fast, punishing pace immediately, and his groans start—quiet at first—but hot against your ear. 

“So fucking needy,” he rasps through gritted teeth. “Look at you—” He pauses, and it’s just the crude sound of your hips meeting. “—How you like to get fucked.”

You cry out, close, but he remains relentless. 

“Fucking blindfolded.” He scoffs humorlessly, hips slamming into you over and over.

It’s not rare, but it’s not very common for him to kiss you when he’s fucking you stupid. He likes watching your face, likes seeing the moans that spill from your lips, how your face contorts in pleasure as he takes you. Not a big kisser. He does, in this instance, slot his mouth against yours, however, and it’s just as rough as his pace. It’s teeth in the beginning, and then it’s a jarring bite to your lip. You move your mouth against his the best you can, but all you can really focus on is how fucking great your entire body feels. Every inch of it is lit up with pleasure, sensations you can’t even begin to describe. He’s usually rough, so it’s gotta be the fact that you can’t see a damn thing and the rest of your senses are heightened and sensitive and Oh—

Vincent growls against your mouth, low in his throat, and you cum with a sob. The orgasm shatters you, your breath catching in your throat as you feel it course through your body. Your eyes are closed behind the cloth but you somehow see a swirl of stars behind your eyelids, dancing around in the darkness.

He reaches his peak with a hiss and immediately pulls out, your body shuddering. 

He leaves you there for a minute and you hear him recollecting himself, breathing heavily. You, on the other hand, feel like you’re sinking into the mattress, your thighs aching from his aggressive grip, your core throbbing from the pace. You’re still panting when you feel him—gently this time—lift your head to loosen the knots. 

“Blindfold is all I had on me. Next time it’s cuffs.”

[lucianalight]

A Glorious Culmination

Let's talk about that perfect ending with its beautiful scenes and epic soundtrack, shall we? Here's all the reasons why I loved it:

The ending answered the question "what makes a Loki, Loki?"

"Authority, independence, style". Sure, but that's not all of it. And it's not the real answer.

So who is Loki? A villain? A loser? What defines Loki?

There are many characteristics that define Loki but one of the main ones that truly sets him apart imo is that he is a catalyst for change. Loki when faced with options he doesn't like, or a problem that looks like doesn't have a solution, makes a new way, creates a new solution, chooses an option that didn't exist before.

He has the power to destroy, like the mythological tale of Ragnarok.

And to give life. Like how the Ragnarok he brings, means the beginning of a new cycle in Norse mythology.

-"Yeah it was the best character development. Loki went from wanting a throne to..."

Let me stop you there.

Loki went from not wanting a throne but thinking he must have it to be considered worthy and an equal to Thor, to taking a throne despite not wanting it, because it was the right thing to do.

The fact that Loki sacrificed himself once again for the people he loved and cared about, wasn't a new character development. In the movies Loki risks and sacrifices himself every time when it matters. For Thor, for Asgard, for the world. The only development here was that this time he sacrificed himself for every universe there is.

And his sacrifice wasn't treated as sth he deserved by the narrative because of every terrible things he'd done. On the contrary the narrative acknowledges that this is the last thing Loki deserves. That he is paying for others' mistakes and wrongs. He spends centuries to save the timelines. He spends a long time trying to stop Sylvie without harming her. And when everything seems lost, he makes a decision to save everyone but himself, he creates a different path. He faces his deepest fear, to not hurt the people he loves.

If there is any character development, it's for the narrative and the audience that finally recognized who Loki actually is.

The Symbolism

I have to say my first reaction to the new Loki costume was:" This is the worst Loki costume ever :))))" also me two days later: "I'm gonna set it as my wallpaper." But I loved the symbolism. The biggest horns Loki's ever worn to show the weight of the crown. His cape that was connected to timelines, to show the burden of a throne. The simplicity in his clothes in contrast with his other outfits. Because this wasn't about the recognition Loki always wanted and deserved. This was about the responsibility Loki decided to literally put on his shoulders and feeling the gravity of it.

His shoes though :)))) I mean

Either let him be bare footed or give him boots you cowards :D

The Parallels

The fact that how the ending parallels the first Thor movie and everything came back full circle.

How Thor and Loki destroyed sth at the cost of themselves losing the people they cared about.

Loki doing sth not because of a desperation for acceptance, not because he thought it was sth someone else wanted.

Knowing if he chose the easier way, no one could have fault him for it because it seemed there was no other way.

He did it because he knew it was the right thing to do, because he knew who he wanted to be.

Loki not giving up, not letting go, not falling down from a broken bridge, but ascending, holding on as he fixes what's broken.

He holds and carries the whole universe on his back. It's not only a beautiful Atlassian tragedy, but also parallels Norse mythology in more than one way. Yggdrasil, the tree of life in Norse mythology, the one that Loki holds in his hands in the finale, wasn't the only parallel in the ending.

There's a subtle and beautiful nod to Norse mythology. The tale of Loki being bound till Ragnarok. The myth that says when Loki gets freed, the end of the world begins.

What a marvelous tragedy. And what a glorious culmination.

It's not all tragic though

Loki now is literally the most powerful and heroic character in MCU. He's holding the universe in his hands and keeping it alive. You can't top that.

And it makes his portrayal in the recent movies in which he was unfairly underpowered, even more ridiculous than before and that makes me happy :D

There is also a possibility to see Loki again and I'm not talking about the other variants. Marvel now has the best dues ex machina through Loki. He might be able to appear in any universe as an illusion to warn about dangers or help the characters. He might figure out a way to keep the tree alive without being there himself. That way he can find Thor in the sacred timeline. Or maybe the Loki who survived Thanos and is still in the sacred timeline finds Thor. Maybe there's still hope for a good reconciliation and a good story for Asgardian siblings.

So to sump up this was an epic, symbolic, beautiful and tragic ending. And yet hopeful. I loved it💚

[hoshinasblade]

hoshina brothers: *exists*

me: i can take them . not in a fight

[cresneta]

Don't mind me, I'm just imagining a scenario where Loid does something amazing for Yor's birthday, and when she asks him when his birthday is he says it was a couple months ago or something. Think of it as a twist on the classic scenario where the man forgets, or doesn't know about, a date that is important to his partner, and they get mad at him about it.

[lunar-wandering]

laying in bed thinking about how Wukong is a people pleaser and this part of him gets frequently overlooked due to the focus on his hot-headedness/impulsivity

[thefreakandthehair]

A Steddie fanfiction. Rated E. 84k.

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April 1986

“How’re you feeling, Ed?” Steve asks quietly, preserving the stillness of the night that surrounds them. 

“Think I’m alright, a little tired.” Eddie watches the gentle waves that ripple out from his shins kicking softly in the water. It’s been a long day, even he has to admit that, and he’s feeling… well, that’s the end of the sentence. He’s feeling. 

It’s the first time Eddie’s been around everyone all at once since the Upside Down and the kids, they mean well and he knows that, surrounded him with so much love that it’d become overwhelming. So had sitting upright, walking around, talking. The last hour or so, he’d gone ghost— transparent without actually disappearing— and the others followed his lead. Pretend you’ve vanished hard enough and the people around will you pretend, too. Except for Steve, he discovers.

It’s an odd thing though, preferring to be still, to be quiet, and he hates that the Upside Down has stolen this piece of himself, too. Steve’s assured him that it’s okay, that he’ll be his boisterous, loud, antsy self again when his body’s healed but it’s taking too long for Eddie’s liking. Or comfort. 

“You know it's normal, right? It’s a lot, Ed. You didn’t even have to stay out here the whole time, no one would’ve minded or blamed you.” Steve sits next to him, letting his feet slide in beside Eddie’s. Everyone else is inside— kids, parents, everyone who’s made the Harrington House their base while waiting for the government pay-outs and new homes. It’s late now, but Steve and Eddie take advantage of the silence as they so often do. 

“Yeah, yeah I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” 

Steve nods and lets his pinky touch the edge of Eddie’s, palm down on the cold, wet concrete. 

“You don’t, you’re right. I didn’t either. For what it’s worth though,” Steve takes a breath, thinks about how he wants to word this without making a confession he’s not yet ready for, “I like every version of you.” 

Eddie’s heart pounds in his chest and he watches the ripples from Steve’s legs blend into his. Huh, he thinks, something symbolic there. 

He doesn’t respond, just wraps his pinky around Steve’s. 

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