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[chrliekclly]

hav ben working consistently w 1 of my sunny coworkers on non-sunny projects for a couple months now nd today he told me he cn tell nd is rly glad tht even when im stressed it never gets as bad as it does when we’re on sunny cuz on sunny i usually look like im dying

it was sweet of him to say but like...he doesnt understand the state i enter when i walk onto that set. literally nothing will ever effect me like that place does.

[corvid-ghost]

Damn I seemed to have gotten a very different read from Anthem than everyone else ig

[brokentoothmarch]

im Normal nd i Can be Normal abt Things tht im Beyond Pissed Abt nd i Wotn Spend the Entire Night Fuming about It

[kroosluvr]

january 9

ok i have a lot of thoughts. erm. buckle in

im sure everyone agrees that the joker vs sumire fight on jan 9 was so nothing..... so i wanted to raise the stakes. UP THE ANTE.

so to make it more intense life-and-death situation, in my head sumire basically tosses her own life away at joker in a "one of us is gonna die here and honestly? i dont care which way the cards fall"

"either i die here -> sumire doesn't have to live anymore. or, i kill you and i get my true reality (and sumire doesn't have to live anymore.)"

joker notices this immediately, by the wild way she fights all of a sudden. however crow doesn't notice bc i think he sees sumire as inexperienced and just assumes joker will win by default (like he does in canon. nothingburger fight.....)

but joker is too damn cautious, knowing one wrong move might result in her demise or his downfall...

i think here he only deflects with his melee, doesn't even try to summon his personas. crow notices smth is off and then sumire manages to get a deep hit on him w cendrillon+her sword

which activates crow bc. at this point he dgaf abt sumire BUT he doesnt want joker to die.

(ironically, crow's selfish goal to Help Joker helps sumire bc she then realizes that she's being irrational/hurting one of her dear friends (akira).. she didnt really think abt how this choice of the ideal reality would affect him (or goro)

also i always thought crow just walking away frm that fight was kinda lame so. just the idea of akira Faltering... about to let himself get killed.. in a way Giving In to the Wrong Choice of the ideal reality.... yeah that'd piss him off BIG time

(though, if i framed it in the way this comic does, crow walking away at first to let joker handle it is so real. bc hes like i cant be wasting time on this, just let akira handle her and then we can go back to figuring out how to conquer this palace and maruki etc. Sumire is small potatoes rn)

also akira being too compassionate/sensitive abt her emotions to fight her directly bc he can see how shes barely hanging on by a thread.. ough ough ough.....

but also sumire being so angry and desperate that she dgaf if she hurts akira rn. OHHHH OUCHHH OWIE

also this is the scene i showed in the bg of this comic! (sorry twitter link im lazy

"she'd rather die at our hands than her own" implying if she lost here and didnt die, she'd kill herself upon returning to the True reality bc she cant live with "sumire" anymore. okkk.. yeah

"This is the only way. I know you know that too, Joker" -> the only way back to our reality as we know it. we can't afford to be soft if it'll kill us. if this is truly sumire's choice, then we HAVE to fight. we can't back down here.

(and, also, this is the only way to show sumire that we're serious: we won't let her live as kasumi, she has to face herself, she can't run off to some dystopian ideal reality - this is the only way!!!!!)

Dying's easy. we already know sumire would die to become kasumi, to become a better gymnast, to not be sumire anymore. But would she kill for it. Who would she kill for it

[beescake]

i am in love with your sollux i think

sollux love party :]

if you’re interested heres some of my personal fondness thoughts on him.. big warning for the mega long read ahead aye

as we alr know sollux's rejection of participation somewhat mirrors dave's rejection of heroism, but even without getting cooked to completion i still find sollux's character v compelling beyond the fourth wall

as someone who doesnt get a pinch of that Protagonist Sparkle to begin with, he can openly say he wants to leave anytime…. and unlike dave, he actually Can leave the scene anytime. but he can never be truly Free from the story via permanent character death like the other trolls.

his irrelevancy is indeed relevant - he’s there so u can point him out.

while his image is intended to be a relic of past internet subculture, his role is not only about hehehaha being a Chad or a 2000s cyberforum 2²chan haxxor ragequit gamebro.

his continued existence also happens to add a Bit to the overarching themes of homestuck! a Bit that gives him longer-lasting thematic relevance compared to the trolls who could’ve had more character potential but didnt get to survive beyond the main story.

the Bit in question:

his defiance contributes to the illusion of agency (treating characters = people with autonomy). he’s “aware” of it, and that recognition is worth noting enough to forcibly keep him alive as both reward and punishment.

considering how his personality & classpect is designed its definitely a very haha thing for hussie to do LOL. he’s made to be op asf so he's resigned to doing dirty work, gradually deteriorating along the way but never truly dying. as fans have mentioned before, him openly rejecting involvement after a while of grim tolerance is like if the sim u were controlling suddenly stopped, looked up and gave u the finger while u were step six into the walkthrough for Every Possible Sim Death Animation.

but since he’s just a sim… the more he hates it, the more you keep him around. if ur sim started complaining abt your whimsical household storyline you’d definitely keep that little fuck.

but yeah i like that sollux is just idling. the significance of his presence being that one dude who's always reliably Somewhere, root core Unchanged, no individual ambitions (possibly due to fear of consequence?), and design-wise: a staple representative product of his time.

compared to dirk's character, who has aged phenomenally well into the present (themes of control + AR + artificial intelligence, clearer exploration around navigating relationships/sexuality, infinite possibilities of self-splinterhood and trait inheritance), sollux's potential is really... contained. bitter. defeatist. limiting and frustrating in the way old tech is.

the world continues moving on to shinier, brighter, more advanced automated things - minimalist and metaverse or whatever but sollux is still here 🧍‍♂️ going woohoo redblue 3d. (tho personally i imagine his vibe similar to what the kids call cassette futurism on pinterest mixed w more grimy grunge insectoid influences eheh)

conceptually-speaking,

at the foundation of it all, the rapid pace of modern development was built off the understanding of ppl like sollux in the past, who were There actively at work while the dough was still beginning to rise

thats one of the cool things abt the idea of trolls preceding humans! the idea that trolls like sollux excelled back when lots of basic shit still needed to be discovered, building structures like networks and codes from scratch, and humans will eventually inherit and reinvent that knowledge in ways that become so optimized it makes the old manual effort seem archaic, slow, and labour-intensive.

but despite information/resources/shortcuts being more accessible now, much of the new highly-anticipated stuff released on trend still end up unfinished, inefficient, or expiring quickly due to cutting corners under severe capitalistic pressures

meanwhile, some of the old stuff frm past generations of thorough, exploratory and perfectionistic development still remains working, complete, and ever so sturdy.

those things continue to exist, just outside our periphery with either:

zero purpose left for modern needs (outdated/obsolete)

or

far too important to replace or destroy, bcs of its surprisingly essential and circumstantial usefulness in one niche specific area.

which are honestly? both points that sum up sollux pree well.

dramatic ending sorry. anw are u still on the fence or are u Sick abt him like me </3

[vagabond-umlaut]

a battle well begun is the war half won

gojo notices you. you notice gojo. [the boy wants your eyes on him at all times.]

teen!gojo x fem!reader; first meetings; love at first sight[??]; lovesick gojo[??]; mostly fluffy; 1 small discussion on death; reader is in 1st yr whilst gojo is in 3rd yr; gojo has a very... unique definition of romancing in his brain; 'one-sided enemies to lovers' vibes; 2.2k wc

belongs to the series 'fictitious force' but can be read as a stand-alone if you wanna

the og saying is smthng else, yeah... ik. i js tweaked it a bit for fic title purposes, hehe. also, pls no comments on how i named this series... i used to hv a love-hate thing with pseudo-force problems in physics during my hs... and i'm srsly out of ideas :D

header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

the sky bleeds green, the first time gojo sees you fight.

it isn't anything enthralling. your movements, far from well-practised. your twisted expression screams unease at best, extreme discomfort at worst— you are definitely not one of the best sorcerers the boy has seen so far—

yet he finds himself utterly transfixed.

feet rooted to the earth as an even brighter green beam cuts through the forest. and the second mountain of cursed energy becomes a few wisps of smoke. your form slumping to the ground not long after—

were the boy a better person at heart, he reckons he would've rushed to help you. but he isn't. not really.

so he keeps to his vantage point. blue eyes narrowing a touch behind his shades, as they watch you slowly heave yourself off the mud, face shifting into a scowl as you trudge towards a tree and plop down with no ceremony in front of it—

a barely-there rustle to his left.

followed by the appearance of the steady simmer of a cursed energy, all too familiar.

"yo, nanamin!" gojo greets, wearing a wide beam the second the said kouhai comes before him, feet carefully and soundlessly treading the rugged terrain— the latter's perpetual glower turns into a momentary flicker of surprise.

but it's vanished before the older boy can comment on it.

nanami's face flattens back to its usual state of annoyed indifference.

"the tournament is already over. yaga-sensei wants us all to report to him in another ten..." the boy trails off. rather abruptly. rather strange for him— aha! so nanamin has finally spotted you in the valley below, huh?— gojo wraps an arm around his kouhai's shoulders, allowing his gaze to return to you as well.

you look pretty cute when you're yawning...

"she's from kyoto, isn't she?"

"yes," the younger boy replies, pinning gojo under a curious look. but it's gone all too soon, all too swiftly like the ones preceding. he drops the arm resting on his shoulder.

gojo lets him. simply pouting in response, before he hums, "do you know her?"

"personally, no," nanami is quick to answer, "but from what i've heard from others... she's somewhat peculiar, if i may say so."

this is honestly one of the best opportunities he will ever get to tease that stoic underclassman of his, even more 'cause since when did he, the nanami kento, start gossipping like old geezers!?— but gojo opts to let this chance pass by.

getting more deets on you is way more important for him.

he doesn't bother to hide his burgeoning interest from his tone. "you know her name by any chance?"

nanami does. and as far as gojo knows, your surname doesn't belong to any of the sorcerer clans. none of the major clans, he is pretty sure of that— you might be from a minor one. or, what his gut feelings are telling him, you're from a non-sorcerer background.

not that it matters to him. he is better than the elders of his clan.

"and which year is she in?"

"first year."

wow. you haven't been in school for more than a few months, but you have already managed to make people talk about yourself, huh? quite impressive, gojo thinks as he steals another glance of you.

this time, no longer yawning. just staring vacantly at your keds—

except those muddy shoes are no longer the object of your attention. it is him— really, so very him— your bright, blinding, blindingly bright gaze, every ounce of it focused on him, as your back straightens. and he spots your shoulders tense, brows furrow—

gojo satoru doesn't run away.

he is one of the strongest duo of jujutsu sorcerers. the boy does not, he cannot, he must not run away... yet that's what he does when his gaze collides with you the first time.

grabbing nanami's hand and wasting not one moment to warp them both to the school rooftop, his kouhai's yelp of surprise goes with an ear-piercing whistle of the winds— gojo releases his hold on the boy, the moment his feet touch the concrete— and turns to him, eyes the calmest he can make them seem.

"tell me everything you know about her— like, right now— or i will tell your dear geto-senpai you were the one who finished his melon pan— quit glaring and start speaking, nanamin!!!"

****

turns out, nanami's heart has a very soft corner for gojo's best friend.

also turns out, the third-year need not wait till the breakfast at 10 am tomorrow, to approach you— you amble into his life, dressed in a tad too washed-out set of pajamas and a terrible hairstyle— gojo reckons an angel too would look the same, when you flip the kitchen lights on, making the clock seem a halo-ey thing behind your head.

you stop. suck in a sharp breath.

the boy swallows the last bit of his mochi. and grins.

"heeey! you're the newbie from kyoto, right? heard a lot 'bout you!"

honestly? it was less of hearing and more of extracting info, but gojo decides not to mention it. you don't have any business knowing that, whatever can be the case— ten painfully slow seconds tick by before you return him a response—

a stiff smile.

an even stiffer bow.

followed by you turning on your heel.

were gojo any slower, you would've slipped from the kitchen without any doubt. but he isn't. which is why not even four seconds can pass before he stills you again, this time not by his tall figure lounging in a terrifyingly dark kitchen but by his fingers grasping your wrist.

thumb pressing into the dangerously frantic pulse beneath your skin.

you try to snatch your hand away. and the boy lets you. only 'cause he was too distracted by the furious warmth of embarrassment creeping into your pretty face— no, it is not for how your skin felt a tad too soft beneath the callouses of his palm...

you're the first one to speak this time. voice so quiet... so firm.

"i don't think i can help you with anything, senpai. please don't bother me this way. let me go... please."

no way in hell is gojo bothering you right now— the indignant retort is the first thing the boy can think of. but he resolves to bite it back.

a stupid argument isn't how he wants his story with you to start. sure, there might and will be those later on, but not now. no. he shoots the second grin of his this night, your way.

"aw, i don't need your help with anything— but yeah, you're right. i'm not supposed to stop you like this... you need to sleep enough before tomorrow's one-on-one duels, don't ya?"

"yeah," you agree easily, eyes drifting to your shoes in a small nod.

gojo's grin widens.

maybe like a cheshire cat.

maybe like a victor cat who finally got the rat right where he wanted: in his paws.

"but you won't be needing a lot of rest if you're already determined to lose the match tomorrow— will you now?"

no, you won't. you obviously won't. gojo has learnt enough about you to predict this much accurately; but maybe not too accurately. given you don't show any sliver of shock or fear in return.

just two eyebrows raised, only to slowly descend to their original level a moment later. your tone feels firmer this time. "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?"

"nothing too serious," the boy hums easily, stuffing his hands into his trousers pockets. why do they start being so cold, so clammy now of all times??— "just that it doesn't take a hell lot of work to maintain an image of being an incompetent idiot, like the one you always seem to be— c'mon," the boy coaxes, making his voice seem extra petulant at noticing still no emotion whatsoever on your face, "you do know what i'm speaking of, don't you?"

in retrospect, maybe... he should have handled you with greater care. you're not only new to your school, but also to the world of sorcery in general. pressing you so hard will hurt you, if not break you entirely— but gojo doesn't let such concerns form in his mind. not even for one whole second.

not when he wants to see something, anything come to life in those bright eyes of yours. he is dying to see a spark in them.

you fold your arms across your chest. brows nearing in a mild scowl. gojo doesn't really understand, but loves the sense of joy the sight is bringing him— "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?" your adorable voice repeats, stonier than before.

he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks. or worse, coo at you.

the boy removes his hands from his pockets. copying your stance as he says, "i cannot really tell you anything, y'know— you're almost as smart as me— i mean, tricking those stinking geezers into believing you're just some weakass, with neither a cursed technique nor good fighting skills, despite the insane amount of cursed energy you've..."

"why did you never curb your cursed energy, by the way?" the query slips past his lips into the space in between: horribly genuine. a fact that doesn't escape your eye, he grasps when you reply— in spite of the not-too-little reluctance marking your features.

"the higher-ups were aware of my high cursed energy before i even knew what the hell it was— it was honestly too late," you state in an awfully matter-of-fact tone, "they would have noticed if i tried to do anything to it."

the 'and they would have harmed me or my family' goes unsaid, but gojo doesn't need to hear it to know it. not entirely intentionally, his voice grows softer with the next question.

"but you tampered with something that no one knew anything of yet— you lied about having no cursed technique, didn't you?"

your hesitation overpowers you this time, however. brows furrowing for a beat at him, before they flatten again. you offer a curt nod.

few more seconds borrowed until you speak again, "but my horrible fighting skills weren't a lie entirely... i really am shit at fighting— you saw that today, did you not?"

he did. he so did—

but that very moment, he also saw just how strong your technique is. surely not as powerful as his. but pretty much capable on its own— it frankly won't be a serious issue even if you keep fighting how you did today—

the sound of a yawn breaks his internal musings.

those big eyes of yours blink up at him. so bleary, so bright. he stifles the urge to pinch your cheeks again. deciding to shoo away the sleep in your eyes by throwing the next ask his brain has cooked up. one he knows, has the biggest 'yes!' ever for its answer—

"you're very scared of dying, aren't you? that's why you always make yourself seem so weak— so much so that you aren't assigned to any mission— don't you?"

— only to question his brain when he notes the easy smile twist your lips. it sharpens at the edges as you answer, "dying's rather easy and uncomplicated, senpai. it doesn't really scare me, except maybe, the pain i might have to suffer— but do you know what's scarier??"

"no," gojo says back quietly. honestly. your smile grows something an awful lot similar to pity— the boy detests it usually... but coming from you, he thinks he will take it.

he will take any look you're willing to give him.

as long as it's you on the other side—

your words reach him quieter than the breeze outside. "what's more terrifying is the worry of what is going to happen to your loved ones, should you just die someday— death is inevitable, but i just want to stave it off for as long as i can. just so i may live with my family... you know what, senpai?" you interrupt yourself abruptly, voice becoming the sharpest in these last fifteen minutes.

a feeble sound escapes the boy.

he isn't sure if it's because of that sincere little hum in your words or if it is the gleam of the moonlight on your face. perhaps, both...

yeah, both— it is rather difficult to distinguish between the beauty of your inner self from that of your outer self— the smile simmers down to a subtle twitch of your lips.

something stutters and stumbles inside gojo's chest.

"i know you see me as nothing more than a coward right now, but i believe... it's better to be a coward and alive, than to be a hero and dead— isn't it, senpai?"

[you're pretty bold, however.

far braver than he could ever deem you to be, the boy muses later to himself with a wry smile, an ice bag on the big toe of his right foot— this poor thing swollen and bruised from how mercilessly the heel of your slipper stamped onto it earlier—

okay, fine— the sorcerer concedes to the imaginary angel perched on his shoulder. something between a grumble and a sigh escaping— he shouldn't have asked you out on a date, in return for him to keep your secrets.

it was really inappropriate, he admits. and gojo likes to see himself as a gentleman... yet, yet, yet.

the need to see that placid mask of yours crack— let it be by a glower and not by the smile, he has never seen on you but knows will be just as lovely as you— that need was too overwhelming then as well...

shushing the angel and fist-bumping his guardian devil, gojo tosses the ice bag away. and falls back into his bed—

a very happy, a touch too giddy grin splitting his face into halves:

you really are a peculiar girl, heh!]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

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[aventurineswife]

I'm not sure about if I can request so imma just put it here. Lemme know if it's not gonna happen if it's not happening.

Dan heng, aventurine and Ratio helping their s/o study (let's let the boys wear megane pls, real glasses fr churin too X3c)

How they help with difficult questions, any snackies/drinks delivery boy and the fluffy affection after returning frm the exam hall

An excuse cuz I have ONE exam left and my single ahh self would love to see my fav boys being acts of servicey and physical

🍮

“Through Every Question, You Have Me”

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Supportive Relationships, Acts of Service, Study Sessions, Exam Stress Relief, Soft Domestic Moments, Glasses, Light Humor, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mild exam-related stress (resolved with fluff and reassurance).

A/N: As someone with exams coming up, I present this to you ✨ I wish someone was as gentle as these men so they could teach me the basics of my subjects.😪💔

Dan Heng wasn’t one for grand gestures or motivational speeches, but when it came to helping you study, his presence was grounding. Seated across the table, wearing sleek, silver-rimmed glasses that framed his sharp eyes, he scanned your study materials with quiet focus. His calm demeanor was infectious, keeping you from panicking over the seemingly insurmountable pile of notes.

"Take a breath," he said softly, noticing the way your hand trembled as you tried to solve a difficult equation. "Let's break this into smaller steps."

He patiently guided you through the problem, his voice steady and reassuring. He never gave you the answer outright, always encouraging you to think critically. Occasionally, he’d add a small smile or a soft “You’re doing well.” which made your heart flutter.

When you started to get tired, Dan Heng slipped away, returning with a tray of snacks and tea. The small details, like the perfectly brewed tea and neatly cut fruit slices, reflected how much he cared. "You need to stay hydrated." he said, setting the tray down with gentle precision.

After the exam, you found Dan Heng waiting for you by the door, his usual stoicism softened by the faintest hint of a smile. "How was it?" he asked, taking your bag from you.

When you expressed your relief, his lips quirked upward. "You worked hard. You deserve to feel proud." As you walked back to the Express, he let his hand brush against yours, and when no one was looking, he gave your fingers a light squeeze, his subtle way of showing affection.

Aventurine lounged in the chair beside you, adjusting his round-rimmed glasses with a flourish. "Alright, darling," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief, "let’s turn this study session into a winning strategy."

He made everything feel like a game, complete with mini-rewards for getting questions right. “Answer this one, and you’ll get a kiss.” he teased, his grin playful but affectionate. When you stumbled on a tricky concept, his demeanor shifted, becoming surprisingly focused and thoughtful. He leaned in close, his voice low and soothing as he explained, turning your notes into a story that made everything easier to remember.

"See? You’re a natural!" he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face after you solved a problem on your own. He wasn’t above pampering you, either—he’d disappear into the kitchen and come back with snacks that looked like they belonged in a fancy café: tiny sandwiches, chocolates, and colorful drinks.

On exam day, Aventurine sent you off with an encouraging wink and a whispered “Knock 'em dead, love.” When you returned, drained but satisfied, he greeted you with open arms. “There’s my star pupil!” he said, spinning you around in celebration.

That evening, he drew you into his lap, gently massaging your shoulders. “Next time, let’s plan a proper celebration. You deserve it.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Ratio adjusted his golden-framed (granny looking ahh) glasses, the light catching on their lenses as he reviewed your study materials. "This is poorly organized," he said bluntly, though there was no malice in his tone. "We’ll restructure this first."

He created a meticulous study plan for you, complete with color-coded notes and scheduled breaks. Whenever you struggled with a concept, he patiently walked you through it, using analogies and diagrams that made even the most complicated topics feel approachable. His intellect was intimidating, but his care for you was evident in the way he explained things at your pace.

When you grew frustrated, he set down his pen and reached for your hand. "Take a moment," he said, his eyes softening. "You’re capable. Let’s not rush this."

During breaks, Ratio would prepare light snacks, carefully balancing nutrition and taste. He always made sure you were comfortable, adjusting the lighting or fetching a blanket if the room got too cold. “Your focus will improve with proper rest.” he reminded you, his voice firm but kind.

After your exam, Ratio waited for you at home, standing by the door with his arms crossed. “You’re back,” he said, his expression unreadable at first. But as you recounted the exam, his lips curved into a small, approving smile.

“Well done,” he said, brushing a hand over your hair. That evening, he surprised you by drawing you into a rare embrace, holding you close as he murmured, “I’m proud of you. You’ve earned this moment.”

Gonna cry the moment someone genuinely says they're proud of me for something I actually did good in and not to try to cheer me up 😕💔

Also I hc that ratio probably feels uncomfortable with physical touches or affection and doesn't do well with it but maybe overtime, he's slow and subtle like idk how to explain AHHHH (I'm not even a big fan of his 😭)

[xiihyunn]

First (18+)

G!P Vada Cavell x fem!reader

warning: g!p vada, both of them are virgins, watching porn, blowjob, inexperienced r, praising kink, gagging, choking, hair tugging, and rambly, desperate, and perverted vada.

summary: — wherein vada and r were watching porn together. but then vada had something hard underneath her boxers, and you touched it thinking it was your plushie. what do you think will happen next?

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this was a request frm one of u pretty ladies, and i will say sorry in advance if this is shitty.

3rd person POV

"Vads can you like, stop shifting on your seat?"

You groaned a bit after seeing your girlfriend give you a quick side eye before adjusting her sitting position once more.

Both of you were sitting side by side, while watching…

"Oh fuck yes daddy~! Finger me hard like your slut, please!"

Porn. You both were watching Porn.

Surprisingly this wasn't Vada's idea, but instead it was yours. Mia just kept talking about her sex life with this girl she was seeing, and you being an 18 year old virgin, it got you curious.

How do people initiate sex? What's the mood for it? How do they not get shy showing another person their naked body? Why is sex lowkey unsanitary? How do people get turned on by just kissing? And does it actually feel good?

Your thoughts consume you ever since Mia over shared how good giving someone head was, so you told Vada about wanting to watch porn together.

Vada of course immediately said yes, a bit too quick, but that was just how your girlfriend was. Always horny, and not to mention her obsession for porn.

But ironically enough, you knew Vada was a virgin. You were surprised, how could someone as dirty as Vada, be a virgin? It just doesn't sit right with you, but you brushed it off. Vada was an experienced virgin, whatever that meant.

"Sorry.. My leg felt a bit squished. I was sitting wrong you know? Though my bed's big, things like this could happen!"

You gave Vada a small smile, she was always so cute when she rambled and that was one of the reasons why you love her.

"Yes, yes baby. Just make yourself comfortable okay?" You said. Vada nodded her head looking like a small pup, "Yes ma'am!"

"Oh~ ah! Right there daddy—! You fuck me so-so well."

Snapping your head back to the laptop by the actresses moaning, another wave of wetness escaped your center.

You were horny, really horny. The fact that your girlfriend was also beside you watching it, made you even hotter. You rested your back onto the bed's headboard, as you felt your sensitive bud brushing against your shirt.

Taking a deep breath once more, you focused on the screen. Your flushed face, your wet panties that you swore were seeping out into Vada's sheets, raging breaths, and the feeling of your juices slipping out of you made you adjust your position.

"Hey Vads, can I borrow the plushie real quick?" Without waiting for your girlfriend's approval, your hand reaches down to her crotch area where the penguin plushie was supposed to be.

"Wait!"

Before you could stop your hand, your fingers came in contact with something hard. Once your hand was palming the object, Vada's breath hitches.

You felt confused. The plushie wasn't hard, it was soft and not this thick. Tilting your head to the side, you ran your hands down and tried to make out what it was.

"B-Baby, I don't think it's the kind of plushie you were looking for…" Vada's face reddens, as she throws her head back. She gave out a long exhale and bit her lip.

"Oh fuck," Vada muttered.

"What..?"

Realization punched you on the stomach, as Vada looked at you with a smirk on her face. Your eyes widened, retreating your hand to your side, and you felt your face slowly becoming hot. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“Why did you stop? I was actually starting to enjoy it.” Vada tilts her head, and cocks a brow up at you with her lips upwards to a sly grin.

"Vada, I-I am so, so, sorry. I t-thought it was my… plushie…" You look down in embarrassment, trying not to meet your girlfriend teasing eyes.

Vada chuckles dryly. "It is your plushie, just not the soft and fluffy ones." Vada's fingers held your chin to lift your head up, you bit your lip once you held eye contact.

Still hearing the moans from the site opened up, a particular sentence caught you off guard.

"Why don't you suck daddy's dick huh? Take my cock all in, like a good little whore."

Your face heats up from hearing the man's voice. You back up from Vada's touch, clearing your throat as you lean on the headboard again.

The tension was rising. Sexual tension.

Your body was hot, and everytime you'd inhale and exhale, you still felt the cloth brushing against the bud of your chest. There was a heavy weight in the air, staying in the room just being around. You didn’t know what to do, Vada still hasn’t said anything to your apology and you were starting to get anxious.

Fuck. You thought, How could I forget my girlfriend has a dick? Now it’s so awkward between us now, Jesus thanks a lot Y/n.

But it was so… big, thick and… hard. I wonder what’s it like to—

You shook your head to snap back into reality, oblivious to Vada turning her head to look at you. “You could’ve just told me you wanted to touch it again, and not randomly shake your head right babe? You gave Vada a weird look, “What are you talking about?” You said, trying to sound confident.

Your POV

Vada stares at me with something in her eyes, before she grabs my hand and guides it back to where her hard-on was. Feeling her clothed dick on my hands, I unconsciously held my breath. I was touching my girlfriend’s cock, Vada’s cock.

"That's all for you," Vada whispers.

A pit on my stomach started to form, as a blush crept up my cheeks. Vada gently pushed my hand further on her manhood, as she bit her lip. "Can you take care of me, Y/n? I-It feels so good, shit."

Vada started humping on my hand, and I sat there dumbfounded. "I'm not really good at this Vads, I'm still a… you know." Vada ignored me as she parts her legs open, and patted on the empty space in front of her.

"And I am too… Let's just make this our 1st lesson about sex, I mean the reason why you wanted to watch porn with me was because you were curious right?"

Removing my hands from Vada's crotch, I settled between her legs. The beating of my heart could be heart from a mile away, I was nervous but— I really want to taste my girlfriend.

Vada caresses her clothed dick in her hands, the pre-cum staining her gray short a bit, as she removes them. I sat on the bed not knowing what to do, other than stare at her bulge.

"Just use your tongue, and suck. You're a fast learner right baby?" I nodded slowly, as Vada gestured for me to bend down to face her center. My face was directly on top of her bump, and I faintly saw it twitching, causing me to rub my thighs together.

"Go ahead and open it, it's your advance birthday present." I wanted to roll my eyes at her, my birthday was 3 months ago.

Grabbing the hem of Vada's boxers, I pulled it down for her hot dick to smack my nose. I flinched at the contact, as I heard Vada giggling.

"You're so cute, baby. It's just my dick."

I frowned softly, "Exactly Vada, it's your dick."

Her pre-cum smudged against the tip of my nose, as there it stood tall and proud over my face.

"You can touch it, it won't fall off."

Swallowing hard, my finger poked it. Vada's dick immediately responded by a small twitch, and the angry colored tip oozed out more white stuff, as Vada's fingers lost itself on my scalp.

"That's it baby, don't be shy." Vada muttered.

"Don't we need lube or something..?" I asked, looking up at her eyes. Vada leaned down and gave me a kiss, "Use your saliva." She mumbles on my lips.

Nodding slowly, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out giving her red tip a kitten lick. Vada groaned a bit, as I felt her tugging my hair asking for more.

Sticking my tongue out fully, I grabbed her dick on my hand, lowering my face into the bed more, as I ran my tongue from the base all the way to her salty tip.

Coating Vada's cock with my saliva, I gathered my spit, and aimed to hit her dick. Vada curses, "Oh baby, you're doing so good. Keep going."

Pumping my hand on her cock, the spit fully coated it, as Vada pushed my head into it. "I need it inside of your mouth, please Y/n," Vada whispers.

I gave her a hesitant nod and muttered a quick 'okay' before opening my mouth wide, angling her dick before I took her length in.

Humming at the hot, thick, and her salty dick. Vada moans, as she throws her head back tugging on my scalp. "Jesus, your mouth's so fucking warm." Vada said.

Closing my eyes, I slowly bobbed my head on Vada's cock. Her fingers squeezed my hair more, as I used my tongue to gaze over the base.

"Yes, just like that baby. You're a natural at this, shit—!" Vada grabbed all my hair, and tied it up using her hand, as she bucked her hips at me. I picked up my pase, sucking and swirling at her dick like a lollipop.

Vada moans grew, and I felt myself drenched in my own juices. Keeping the rhythm, I pushed my head all the way until my nose hit Vada's pubic hair.

I felt her cock hitting the back of my throat, as my mouth squeezed her. "Fuck!" Vada screamed.

I gagged at the feeling about to pull out, but then Vada's hands grabbed my face and started fucking it. I moaned at the rough speed, sending vibrations to her abdomen as she jerked her hips on my face.

"Oh my God Y/n, you feel so fucking good. If I had known you were this astounding, I would have fucked this pretty little mouth of yours sooner."

Tears escaped my eyes, as I felt Vada's dick repeatedly hitting my esophagus. Suddenly, my built up saliva went down the wrong hole while I was trying to breath, causing me to choke.

"Mhmm!" I patted Vada's thighs, opening my eyes wide open as I looked up at her. Vada's face was curled up into pleasure, biting her lip with a smirk, as she just looked down on me.

"Breathe with your nose, baby." Vada pants, as she pounds her hips upward, and pushes my head into her more. Drool started to run down her cock onto her balls, as Vada cursed one more time.

"I'm close," Vada said.

Forcing to swallow my choke mixed with her pre-cum. I gripped onto her thighs, as Vada's hips continuously ram inside my mouth causing me to let out another groan.

"Babe, I am so c-close, be a good girl and drink it all o-kay?"

Panic filled my brain as I opened my eyes again to look up at her. Meeting her half lidded lustful eyes, I silently begged her not to cum inside.

"This is our 1st lesson, remember? You need to learn how to swallow my cum, baby."

Vada roughly tugs on my hair, "I'm gonna cum." My eyes widened and quickly shot them closed, as Vada thrusted her cock into my mouth one more time before I felt ropes and ropes of hot jizz shooting down at the back of my throat.

I started choking on her dick, as I felt her cum slide down on my windpipe. Vada finally lets go of my head, and I sat back up coughing her jizz out of my mouth.

"Not cool Cavell!"

Grabbing my chest, I felt her rubbing my back slowly, but still seeing her limp dick oozing out cum on her bed in my peripheral vision.

Hot.

"I-I'm sorry! It just felt so good, I just had to! I'm so sorry, princess.."

That was fucking hot though. I hope I choke more on your cum.

"No kisses for a week, Vada."

[tboyquackity]

ok but literally lemme say smthng ☝️ (guy who always talks abt how race often affects fanon perceptions) does anyone think abt how cqs race often affects fanon perceptions and its not a coincidence how his portrayals will change to v predictable categories to fit the mold or stereotype the scenario he's being placed in calls for. let me explain ☝️ UNDER THE CUT BCS I THOUGHT I WROTE LESS THEN I DID #MENTALLYSICKINTHEHEAD

ok...so here are sm of my examples. many racist ass ctntheads use cwil as their own extension of self and/or a perfect vessel for idealized white boy character of the hourisms, which often translates into wanting another character to facilitate that. cq is chosen, so tht makes him the latin daddy hard dom caretaker accessory. he's stone faced he's an object he's not given his own opinions or thoughts. his stated goals and issues are somthing to discard, he's not allowed to want care or consideration back, he's infinitely patient (until it's hot for him to not be), he's placid and ready to fuck at the snap of a finger...everything gets swallowed in service of becoming a better object fr cwil to use. this also applies to cdap,,, cq is all those things ON TOP of only being allowed to exist in a perpetual stake of penance while ccharlies "purity" is exaggerated upon, which could mean anything. and ik it cn be easy to trip up bcs ccharlie IS naive, and cq IS in the business of wanting to show him ropes in that v flawed way of his, but it's sooo obvious to see whn smbody reduces down the other parts of their characters to become a hyperspecific version of whts on screen yk...ccharlie isn't allowed to canonically be the hypocrite or liar or agency filled conscious objector he is, and cq isn't allowed to have his own needs or reasons or exist in anything outside of service of that. yget what i'm sayin?

for racist ass ckarlnapityheads, they USED to show their asses by just...not including cq at all. on a v canon level, there's a lot of interesting tension and flaws and complexities to their relationship, but ithnk its v v clear whn smbody is trying to address THAT vs trying to write out one of the only brown characters in the series🧍‍♂️like his inclusion smhow fundamentally broke smthing tht was like. already an issue fr them in the first place,,, that or he becomes a vessel to show wht good ppl ckrlnap are....he's once again an object but like a. third party one, he's a prize tht needs to be saved frm blahblahblah or this n that. like a core aspect of cq isn't his agency, his drive his beliefs his OWN path tht HE carves. but now he cn spend the rest of eternity forever grateful to even be taken into consideration....everything abt him tht makes him HIM, the grit the passion the hope the righteousness, even the crucial messy shitty UGLY parts of him, sanded down to become more palatable and desirable. tthts literally smthng cq struggles w in canon but if it cn facilitate him being a lamp in their house we don't have to look at it any deeper llike. does anyone know wht to do.

even on the flip side, ppl who DON'T like him show their asses by how their villanize and warp him..crivals are both enemies to cq through their own horrible, inexcusable actions, but ppl who cannot pull themselves out of crivals asses need a guy to paint as the TRUE monster, so oh hey, lucky him! cq's reasonable anger at ctechno hurting him and his friends nonstop and for next to no reason turns into cq, who is brown, doing racially coded violence to a canonically white character. cq is portrayed as the most fantasy racist, the most unreasonably sadistic, cq is a hysterical hulking power hungry maniac, but not poor ctechno 🥺 he's just a poor most powerful guy on the server! all the violence he does can be handwaved away! all the horrible things he does are just a mistake! if only cq, who had 1/800000000000000 of his power and resources, didn't force his hand. like brother.

or w cdrm, ithink you can REALLY feel the difference in how white characters vs brown characters are treated, bcs ycn LITERALLY see it w the disparity between csam and cq portrayals. ppl who refuse to acknowledge the PLAIN TEXTUAL FACT tht cdrm is a conniving, heartless, child kidnapping, child abusing, mass torturing, mass murdering, suicide assisting MORON need smbody ELSE to shoulder that burden. the prison needs to be the worsttt thing it could possibly be for their poor rotting slug, the #1 victim in the world (🤢), w no consideration over the reality tht all the ppl he hurt have already experienced literally decades upon decades more suffering than he has. you literally cannot seperate how his whiteness can act like shield fr him w many, how everything he does MUST be taken in its most charitable, most bullshit, most nitpicky out of context ass way to even PRETEND he has 1/800000000000000 of a point.

so wht does csam become in all this...less than nothing. an ooc vehicle fr misery fanfic and the hallucination of a SCENT of toxic yaoi. he's bland, he's mush, his motivations shifted to the side or downplayed, his hand taken as much more involved than it was. he's soooo crazy 😅 but it's almost like its out of his control!

but wht does cq become? oh well ^__^ he's the real villain the whole time, if ythink abt it! cq, who is canonically disgusted by wht he's doing in the prison but willing to do it bcs he believes the injustice cdrm has subjected them all too must be paid back/amended, who is canonically doing it fr the revive book and the security it'll finally bring to the server, who is canonically pushed into it by the final straw of cscamduo's butalization at cdrms hands....but no, he's actually doing this bcs hes suchhhh a one note freak! he's an unhinged paranoid demon, unmanageable, his fundamental care zapped frm his body to more easily make him that big hulking scary cartoonishly soulless and violent brown man. if ythink abt it, cdrm, the white guy, got colonized!! if ythink abt it, yk the irl prison system tht unfairly targets esp black and also brown people the most, it's a one to one to the fake mc prison! and cdrm is the biggest victim to that too! and making the figurehead of that one of the only poc characters as well as mexican specifically, a demographic specifically targeted by this system, is a normal and reasonable thing to do. saying cq is a sexual abuser despite zero evidence and shown disgust is completely ok, DUH, but implying cdrm is TEXTUALLY coded as a groomer is taking it too far. do you honestly and truly hear yrselves.

and i do wnna make it clear tht like...yr allowed to have different portrayals, and none of these dynamics are worthless or not allowed to be shown in their full complexity tht would be lunacy! ihate ctnt but they have canonical sauce thts just the truth...im no ckrlnapityhead (no hate to them just not for me!) but again, they have a lotta interesting stuff and i acknowledge that :] cdap is awesome even though the final two lnvs were ten cans of ass, and crivals can go to hell and suffer for all eternity fr all i care but they're still interesting dynamics yk narratively they say sm abt all of them! the issue isn't that, and im not saying ycant portray the messier aspects of cq in fact i CONSTANTLY talk abt how he's actually way weirder n shittier n more intense thn ppl wnna admit...im just saying i don't think it's a coincidence tht a 70% white fanbase tends to have such shockingly uniform boxes to fit him into 💀 yk. so i would rlly appreciate mb giving stuff a little double check n going hmm. is this plot beat or racist stereotype. and if yr coming into it w a crazy ratio for racist stereotype then erm. well. change or delete yr blog ♡

[en-djinn]

(tags from @cosmic-navel-gazin)

OK!!!!!!! GEEZ!!!!!!!! i woke up still kinda drunk and also i honestly wanted to wait til id finished infinity war (1992) and warlock and the infinity watch before i said Too much shit cz its all sort of important to it bt i guess i can do a little bit of my thoughts so far cz it is. a little all consuming in my mind rn.

this ended up being 1.5k-ish words roughly jsyk !

ok so its literally just. comic panels that destroy my mind.

youre hurting me brother. stop saying that shit.

second of all thanos totally ignoring what adam said to talk abt his own shit is so fucking funny to me. of course hes That Guy. (these are from infinity war 1992 btw)

anyway one of the reasons i like adam so much is just how miserable he is at all times. i rly love the newer versions of him tht appear younger and more naive/childlike (like a LOT. LOVE!) but og adam being just so fed up with existing is also like. i get it. i get it man. ive been there, im STILL there.

^ I HAVE SOOOOOOOOO MUCH TO SAY ABT THIS BTW COZ THE FRAMING OF THAT SHIT W JESUS BEING SADOMASOCHISTIC TOO IS JUST LIKE. EXPLOSIONS.GIF. ALSO ETERNITY IS FUCKING RIGHT! HES SO RIGHT!

anyway lastly rn is this page. its funny to me coz of the literal >:( face bt also it is. so sad. theres so much here tht i honestly dont remember what everything is exactly from bt its all frm between infinity gauntlet to infinity watch+infinity war. if anyone wants to know one specifically i can go hunt it down again.

the POINT of me posting all these is just how obvious it is what his problem is. hes depressed bro. but hes so weird cz its entirely like self inflicted and he just doesnt seem to realise it, or at least doesnt want to actually See the problem for what it is and fix it. coz thats not the part of him that does that. he literally expelled the part of him that cares abt itself. adam self appointed himself the duty of 'saving the universe' and does that to the point of self destruction over and over coz he has guilt abt it being caused by himself (magus) in the first place. hes 100% selfless with none of the selfishness needed to take care of himself. he has no fucking friends. gamora and pip are There sure bt noones sitting him down to like talk abt what hes feeling or anything. noones telling him to take care of himself. he spirals into apathy and depression and paranoia. his fight with magus IS sadomasochistic. he literally cant STOP self flagellating. he doesnt know what to do with himself when hes not doing that. u could be like 'hey man come on theres plenty of other heroes' and hed still end up putting himself back on that fucking cross, cz after that page i posted he literally does that lmfao.

now the stuff frm starlin's magus saga i really loved were these pages.

^ THE FIRST ONE IS MY FAV PAGE IN THE ENTIRETY OF THE WARLOCK COMICS BTW SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD. the mouth eating the cocoon is smth ive used in some of my designs fr magus before coz im in LOVE w the symbolism of it. caterpillars cocoon and turn into moths by sort of turning themselves into soup. using the same process thts used for digesting food, right. so its eating itself to become something else. thats magus consuming and overtaking warlock. also they keep using the lips in some other stuff when they get abstract w him and its just a rly unique weird looking thing to have there i love it.

anyway i posted those cz of the purpose vs death thing. this interests me. i have always found the classical depictions of good and evil to be Strange coz theyre just so reductive of concepts that honestly dont even actually exist? imo at least. this is all opinion stuff frm here obviously and while im interested in philosophy im not super well read on it, im just some guy in its bedroom saying words in an order. so take it with a grain of salt. however i too am prone to long inner monologues about existence so adam warlock is NOT special. good and evil dont exist. to me. theyre a mishmash of nuanced topics tht are literally just 'idk man it depends' and it all depends on a LOT of factors and then theres personal reasoning and personal perceptions of the world and ofc its easy to look at people irl and be like 'this guy is just evil' and sometimes it is very hard to argue with that bt i think pinning that sort of thing on just 'theyre evil' is genuinely defeating the point. which is that literally anyone can do any of that shit, good or bad. theres nothing inherent in anyone that is good or evil. i love adam because hes such a literal depiction of that idea, hes not good and hes not evil. hes perfectly neutral, who then CHOOSES to do good because he believes that its right and that its his duty, theres no outside force or inner quality forcing him to be that way. (keep in mind for the next part that i havent properly seen the goddess yet. ill be coming back to this after ive finished those comics probably) to me, the goddess and magus are parts of him that he subconsciously chose to partition based on his own perception of good and evil. especially since in his own words 'good and evil do not exist, there is only purpose or death'.

now heres where i get to the point: the magus and the goddess have ambitions and a will to live and goals because they have purpose. their 'goodness' or 'evilness' is totally irrelevant. warlock excised all ambition from himself. i think thats the part he has issues with himself for, because hes seen what his ambition can do in the future. THATS the problem, to him. if hes happy with what he has and only works towards his duty then he'll never do anything 'evil'. so yes. warlock has no will to live, no dreams, nothing to live for, because he forcibly removed the parts of him that did so that he could be a better messiah.

for magus specifically, and god this fucks me up a little honestly bt i just rly love magus im not even gonna lie to u gang i might be a little kinnie about it. thats a whole other topic wrt gender and having pride in being socially unacceptable or a 'monster' tht is for another post if anyone does want to hear. the point is just i have thought abt this A Lot.

(^all from infinity war)

magus' goal is the right to exist. it WAS adam, it FELT how miserable they were and wants out. its the selfish part of adam that he needs to stop himself from self flagellating, to take care of himself a little more. i dont have a screenshot bt thats what i rly loved abt the gotg game too, that warlock straight up says he misses magus. how r u supposed to function without the selfish part of urself. this is why i dont like the straightforward idea of sins or 'evils' because u need ALL of those things. being 100% selfless is not good, being 100% selfish is not good. etc. to borrow the christian sins, u need pride in urself for self esteem, u need sloth to recuperate and calm urself, u need lust literally because humans are animals and theres this thing called having fun, wrath can be a form of kindness on behalf of others and urself. etc etc. u get my point here. there is literally nothing wrong with any of these bad traits tht are seen as negative or unwelcome in society. adam just sees them as undesirable and treats magus accordingly, and then u can start having the nature vs nurture conversation and what they did with magus in gotg v5 and thats all a little beyond the scope of this post rn.

so yeah. warlock wants to kill himself and magus has hopes and dreams and a will to live and wants the right to exist. obviously hes still a villain and we love that for it, violence is always the answer etc etc, bt i think its a fun way to think abt it all.

[jaylaxies]

( anon frm bf hee >< )

imagine stressed client jay going to your spa-thingy i forgot what they're called and this handsome man is just laying there as you rub his shoulders. soft groans of satisfaction leaving his mouth, your gentle touch made him feel tingly.

when he lay on his back in front of you, a very noticeable bulge of his was under the towel. your hands worked down to jay's lower tummy, something about it caused him to buck his hips upwards. and it did not go unnoticed by you.

the way his towel slipped a bit, you could clearly see his tip from above. "i see you staring." his deep voice startled you, and when you looked at his face his eyes were locked onto you.

--- !

not a full finish bc idk how to do the transition but just imagine ending up giving jay super sloppy head where he pushes your head down on his cock until you're choking and slapping his thigh in an attempt to get him to stop it but mercilessly he continues to fuck your face

hi ! i rlly love your blog and your name is sooou cute-aria >< i do have a blog but i don't write bc idk where to start :c

jay getting the massage he needed with how he urged you to continue even after filling your mouth and cunt with his cum. you can barely stand still, yet you can’t help but massage his thighs softly, whimpering when he starts to caress your wet folds again, “yeah, keep doing that like a good girl,” he says, his voice deep as you do exactly what he says, becoming his new favourite stress reliever <3

also hihi anonnie <3 youre so cute and you should definitely post these as hard thoughts, i just know everyone’s gonna love them :3

[wonderlandcrown]

"Real Boy" and Vil.

This means a lot coming frm Vil, reason 1 is that I literally admire Vil a lot(like how you would admire a real life person), reason 2 is the fact that Vil is a only child.

Most only child's often make assumptions abt siblings that they are 'always together' or 'similar interests' etc.

Vil probably had to take the role of a 'spoiled only child' at some point in his acting career :( And he puts a shit lot of effort into stuff he does, so he probably did some research on how actual siblings interact w/ each other.

Anyways onto the actual topic I'm supposed to be talking abt (everytime i see vil i act like a victorian gentleman seeing ankles for the 1st time and the problem is vil isn't even wearing anything revealing lol)

Vil saying 'Ortho has his own life' is actually really damn important. 1st of all, it's bc in book 6 the robot Ortho & real Ortho's souls merge together, making BOTH Ortho's 'real' in some way or another.

2nd of all, he says this in the Pinocchio inspired event ToT, with the end of the story being Pinocchio becoming a real boy, and in GloMas Idia also gets some sort of development ToTT, I'm interested to see what kind of things will Ortho go through.

[brokentoothmarch]

God i Wish i were Smhow Physically Impervious to All sortsa Damage i Played like an Hr of Picayune Dreams nd (i Already Knew this frm th Start but) the Game is so Up my Alley its SICKENING bt Playing it Hurts my Arm So Bad i Wnna jst Speed thru the Game I Wanna STORY I Wanna ROGUELIKE!!!

[v4mpgrrl]

top 5 horror media :)

this was sooo hard this was so so hard so i tried to pick a different one for different (non-exhaustive) readings of the question

#1 the diary of laura palmer: this is the only book i can ever remember having to stop reading because it scared me so much

#2 ginger snaps: fave movie lol

#4 vampz 2004: i love the sfx in this theyre so silly; though idk if i would recommend the movie itself without the caveat that its ending is terrible enough to taint the entire viewing experience

#3 iwtv 106: duh

#4 attack the block: horror movie ive watched most in my life maybe only with the exception of ginger snaps

play toys with me ^_^

i want to talk for a moment away from prying eyes (casual scrollers) but iwtv 106 is on the list for a multitude of reasons

1) the episode is shaped forever by my friend goat's writing about claudia and lestat's relationship and this line in particular:

There were many horrible truths between them that proved too difficult to pull back fast enough. With Lestat gone and Louis confined to recovery in small spaces, the house (which Claudia had cleaned and she’d rearranged the shelves and took books to her coffin and filched fancy pens to trade with her own fancy pens when she bored of them and when it came time to decide what to leave as a reminder and what to put away SHE had made the final decision SHE DECIDED IT–) had finally become her house. Lestat crossed the threshold and her house cowered and creaked under the weight of his boot over its floors. She watched him do it and watched Louis flinch when he saw himself in her mind’s eye, superimposed and cracking with the foundation.

2) i think claudia train scene is the most viscerally frightening in the season, made more horrific by how ppl discuss it

3) the youre-coming-back-and-its-the-end-of-the-world effect aka the famously dubbed soulmate studies which to me is the scariest thing in the world its interpreting horror in my rawest sense of the world #myrawfeelings im very relationship-averse im too selfish i dont like the thought of compromising whether on my personhood or anything else which is perhaps an uncharitable reading of love but i do think it is an honest one. and this of course manifests in the joys of soulmateposting :-)

i really debated including this scene

frm my shit yaoi from a thing thats bad (ignore that he cant act) even though ive relegated robrondale to the abyss because it really really does scare me (i also think theres an element of horror in the constrictions of the media's form (soap opera) but thats for a different 2 note post) like i watched him send his brother insane and i'd still have him back in a shot ... Hiiii the thought of .. what is that jacob anderson quote .. 'until one of them perishes, they’re destined to dance forever' to fall blindly into with that someone and now youre trapped. and the thing with soulmates is that the conceit so often necessitates a return -- the promise of water under the bridge for the unforgiveable -- which is utter HELL...? maybe there is beauty in a second chance but not for me #grudgekeeper also i think ive made my stance clear on the how soulmate studies is almost always an act of (intentional) abuse apologia im never passing judgement ldpdl or aaron (two names that shld never be in a sentence together) for having found themselves in these situations just expressing my horror at what i do unfortunately think im susceptible to . Also the soul isnt real LOL