#idle thoughts

[namedvesta]

Antonio Frilli, “Sweet Dreams”, Marble sculpture (𝟣𝟪𝟫𝟤).

[daughter-of-war]

Something I think about a lot is how the 13th Doctor clearly has dyed-blonde hair. She has visible dark roots. This can mean two things: Either Time Lords can just... regenerate with funky, non-natural-human hair colours (perhaps like how Time Ladies always seem to regenerate into a full beat of makeup..), OR that the regeneration energy of 12 to 13 fried her otherwise naturally brown / black hair into a blonde.

Of course, the latter leads to so much potential. Does the Doctor now have to upkeep her dye job? Does she disappear sometimes for "five minutes" only for Yaz to stare disapprovingly at her grown-out roots? Has any of the Fam ever taken her to a hair salon or does she bleach her hair in the TARDIS console room with a jug of water and some totally-safe-don't-worry Space Bleach that nearly sets the console on fire when she bumps into it? Where is all the art of 13 with dark hair?

I need answers.

[protocolseben]

paintover lol | [ref]

[soyeonsbabygirl]

"My shirt? Imma need that back."

G!p Nicha Yontarak/Kim Minnie x Reader

You and Minnie had been dating for a while. When you first started dating you use to beg her for her hoodies or clothes to wear to sleep. She didn’t get it at first often looking at you like you’re crazy or saying “Why would you want my shirt when you have your own?”

Eventually she stopped asking just leaving them for you before you even had a chance to ask. She would never admit this but it kind of turned her on a bit. The sight of how her clothes fit on your smaller frame made her go crazy.

Now here she was glaring at you as she saw in clothes that weren’t hers. You were wearing Soyeon’s shirt. Minnie glared at the way the shirt fit you, it hugged your frame in the way she liked. Minnie didn’t like it this time because it wasn’t her shirt that was hugging your frame. It was someone else’s.

Minnie couldn’t keep her eyes off you all day, not saying word to you or the other members. When you both got back to the room Minnie didn’t say a word to you making you sigh in annoyance as you asked her why she was so upset. Minnie was listening to you rant about how upset you were at her for not talking to you but all she could see was in you in a shirt, that wasn’t hers.

“Minnie!? Were you even listening to a word I just said!?” You whined. You were about to go off on her again but she pulled you into a bruising kiss shutting you up.

You whined from the harshness of the kiss as she harshly groped your body, nipping your lips. She picked you up like you were nothing but a rag doll and placing you on the bed harshly. She pulled away taking in your flushed face and swollen lips, she made her way to your neck kissing and biting eliciting a few moans out of you.

Her hands harshly grabbed the shirt, Soyeon’s shirt. Minnie ripped it off your body immediately as she put you in one of her own shirts. She ripped your shorts off as she looked at you. You were pleading with her to fuck you without needing to say anything. The pathetic look on your face said it all.

Without warning she harshly shoved her fingers into you at a fast pace making you cry out. “Fucking slut. Wearing Soyeon’s shirt? Are you fucking her too?” You moaned in response making her smirk as she watched your reactions. “She can’t have you. You’re mine and mine only.”

She watched as your hole swallowed her digits as she went faster, holding your thighs open. She felt your walls clenching on her fingers, signaling your impending orgasm. She pulls her fingers out ignoring your pathetic cries and pleas.

She fumbles with her sweatpants as she takes the off along with her boxers. She shoves her dick inside of you enjoying the moans you let out. It was no secret that Minnie was big, so she was reaching all the spots her fingers couldn’t. She gripped your hips smirking down at you as she watched your face. She leaned close to your ear as she spoke. “You wanted this didn’t you? You wanted me to fuck you like this.”

You mewled in response not able to speak coherent sentences. She chuckled calling you a dumb bitch that only wants to be fucked. You began to squirm slightly making her push down on your stomach as she feels something.

Both of you look down and see a tiny bulging disappearing and reappearing whenever she slides in or out. Her vision was clouded by lust as she went even harder slamming in and out of you. Your moans and mewls increased in sound with every thrust. You could feel a knot of pleasure building up in your stomach as your walls clenched on her dick.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you moaned loudly your juices coating her dick. With a few more thrusts she pulled out as you whined missing her dick. She jerked herself off as her seed spilled on the shirt you were wearing. Her shirt.

She smiled as she pushed back inside you. She flipped you over so you were on your stomach. She began thrusting again even faster and harder as you babbled trying to form words. “We’re not done yet. I’m not stopping til I fill you up.” She growled in your ear as she placed a kiss to your neck.

She watched your ass jiggle with each thrust she made often smacking it. She loved watching her dick disappear inside you making her go feral as all she wanted to do was fill you up. Her thrusts got even more deeper and harder making the head broad hit the wall. You felt her tip kiss your cervix as you began to whine and moan louder than you already were.

You were still sensitive from your recent orgasm so the familiar pit in your stomach began building up again. Minnie could tell as she went back down to your ear. “Cum for me pretty girl.” That was all it took for you to completely come undone. You buried your face in a pillow as you practically screamed squirting so far it got on the shirt she was currently wearing and her lower abdomen.

She kept thrusting as she let out a low moan emptying her seed deep inside you. You both panted as she stayed inside you for a few minutes just trying to catch your breaths. She pulled out putting her pants and boxers back on.

She came back with a warm rag as she cleaned you up, she took off her current shirt changing to one of her hoodies as she got behind you cuddling. Eventually you were able to somewhat sit up obviously trying to do whatever it is you wanted to do. Minnie watched you with a smirk.

“By the way..my shirt? Imma need that back.” You gave her a confused look as you looked down at it feeling embarrassed slightly. “It’s soaked with your cum..” Minnie’s tongue ran over her lips “I know. I’m gonna keep it and make you wear it so then people will know your mine.”

You wanted to protest but decided not to when Minnie kissed you. Minnie kept to her word as the next day she made you wear her shirt the whole day. The other members knew from that day, not to let you wear their clothes ever again.

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The long awaited Minnie version of “Imma need my shirt back”. Breeding kink and possessive Minnie go crazyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[eilwen]

Has anyone made note of this? (I may have missed if someone did.)

The temporary revolver that Brandon Marlon loans to Vash in Vol. 6 Ch. 1 is 98 Vash's revolver. Brandon Marlon is noted to be a 'direct descendant' of the legendary Frank Marlon - a more obvious nod to the 1998 anime.

It's a nice little detail. Nightow references the anime in other parts of the manga, blending the two canons.

*tosses*

[aniseandspearmint]

I wish there was a chill farming/crafting/exploring rpg type game based on Dinotopia.

The initial premise of the books is PERFECT for it really.

You wash up on a mysterious island, and have to learn to fit into the society because returning home is impossible....

Your initial choices determine which area of Dinotopia you're directed to to live, and what life you make.

Its been so long since i read the books but they're so BRIGHT and joyful and creative! Plus DINOSAURS. And the dinosaurs are fellow people!

[zarasu]

What I think about Bingge

So, funny story: I did not start out liking Bingge. I doubt most people do. The first thoughts I had about him were "Damn, boy's fucked up" and "Who starts ripping off limbs without even asking questions first?" He seemed more like the final boss of a horror game than a fleshed-out character.

Then I finished the book and went "Ehh do I wanna read the extras?" Tbh, I skimmed a lot of them but the Bingge vs Bingmei one was one of the few I fully read, just because the premise sounded interesting.

And it was interesting alright, to see Bingge do something else than torturing people and ripping off arms. But none of it really made my brain light up until that little scene where Bingge watches Shen Qingqiu fuss over Bingmei. Then he asks him to come with him, to choose him, and Shen Qingqiu says no. Bingge returns to his own world, sad and alone.

"Well, sucks to be you," I thought, and "lol, I sure hope that doesn't awaken anything in me."

...

Two weeks later, I found myself lying in bed, thinking about Bingge with a single tear rolling down my cheek.

I really shouldn't be sad for him, I told myself. He has a big harem full of hot women to tell him how great he is all day. If he's not happy, then it's really his own fault.

But what if he's more the monogamous type, my heart wailed back. Or what if he's too fucked up to let anyone love him??

Ugh, alright, I gave in. Let's think about him then.

So, Bingge is a power fantasy made for incels. But even Bingge was Bunhe once. He shares a past with Bingmei and they are, at their core, the same person. And if you can say one thing about Bunhe, it's that he really has an undying hopeful streak. Sure, when Shen Yuan transmigrated, it took him a while to gain Bunhe's trust. But even after all the beatings and insults and humiliation, he did gain it.

Bunhe gave him his trust because he desperately wants Shen Qingqiu to love him. And, if not love him, at least like him. And if not that, then at least not hate him. When Shen Qingqiu actually showed notions of doing just that, loving him, he was all over that like a dog getting a treat and a head pat for the first time in his life.

But Bingge never got that. He hoped and hoped and kept hoping for Shen Qingqiu to show even a hint of affection and all he got in return was the firm assurance that, no, Shen Qingqiu would never feel anything but hate for him.

That has to give a guy issues. Probably makes him feel deeply unlovable. Hate himself, even. Binghe is a little dumb about things like these, he likely didn't give up hope until Shen Qingqiu physically pushed him into the abyss. He probably spent a lot of nights in the abyss crying into his dirty little sleeves.

But you gotta find ways to cope with heartbreak, right? So, eventually, lightly charred Bunhe stood up straight, turned his little determined protagonist eyes up to the sky and said: "I'm going to make him regret it! He will rue the day he cast me away!" And he went on to become stallion protagonist #1, demon emperor, conqueror, etc etc.

The thing is this: if you build your whole identity on the idea of making the guy who hates you regret his feelings, you're not really over him, you get what I'm saying? You're like, the opposite of over him. Not a good emotional state to connect to the hot women throwing themselves at you either.

So yeah, after that, Bingge did all kinds of things that aren't really that important, but eventually, he got Shen Qingqiu where he wanted him: in the water prison (also kneeling at his feet). And I'm sure I have an inkling of what went on in his dumb little head. It may have been something like:

"Aha!! Now I have the evil Shizun in prison, where evil men like him belong! Finally, people have told him how evil he is! I'm going to go and talk to him and make him see the error of his ways. And when the horror of what he did finally dawns on him, and he apologises, I might forgive him and give him another chance."

Shen Jiu being Shen Jiu, he probably laughed right in Binghe's face and also spit at him too, for good measure (as is, in this case, kinda relatable). So Binghe's righteous little plan didn't quite work out as he wanted it to. This procedure might have been repeated a few times but, well.

Binghe's emotions are already volatile on a good day. Add Xin Mo to that. Add childhood trauma and Shen Jiu to that. One time, he snaps and reaches out to rough Sqq up a little, just to make him regret his own behaviour. Underestimating his own strength, he rips off his arm instead.

Awkward situation, that.

What are you supposed to do after ripping off someone's arm? Maybe Binghe just went to bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking about his life choices.

See, at this point, another person might have thought: "My life is going in the wrong direction. I need to change something, maybe go on a journey of self-discovery or something."

But Binghe has never been the best at things like morals and ethics, no matter what version of him we're talking about. Even Bingmei, who had a comparatively more stable home life, never really got the hang of that stuff (Turning some people into lifeless husks? Well, better than fucking someone, right? The man you love apparently just isn't as insane about you as you are about him? Time to destroy the world^^)

Anyway, you gotta go on, and I'm sure Binghe found some convincing enough arguments for why ripping arms off was an acceptable thing to do.

"But Zar," you may interrupt me. "How can anyone think that's an acceptable thing to do?"

See, in all honesty? I think, deep inside, Binghe knows it's not. But right next to that knowledge lies another knowledge: it's that he's unlovable. And if he's unlovable, it can only be because, at his core, he's already rotten. And if you're already evil? You might as well do evil things, doesn't make much of a difference anymore.

So things escalate, surely not helped by Xin Mo. Shen Qingqiu loses limbs with the same speed other people lose socks, and when even that doesn't heal him of his evil ways, Binghe comes up with the whole Yue Qingyuan plot. And when even that doesn't help, he loses his patience and kills everyone.

Then he sits there, on his throne, surrounded by hot women, fully charred, not so little anymore, and without a Shizun he can hope to one day convince of his worth.

There sits Shen Yuan, a world away, growing increasingly frustrated at how purposeless Bingge's life has become.

Then the extra happens, and Bingge gets transported to a world where another Binghe got everything he ever wanted: the love of his Shizun. And, all at once, the hope he thought he had killed and buried flares back to life, never having been dead after all, and burns Binghe up until he's nothing more than the bare bones of his desperation.

But the other Shizun doesn't love him. He only loves the other, inferior Binghe. He looks upon Bingge coldly before he sees his husband and his eyes turn warm. And it's like Bingge is looking at a funhouse mirror, at a world of dreams and wishes that never came true.

In the end, he's still as unlovable as he has ever been. And he goes back to his own world, and he feels flayed with the knowledge of everything he will never have.

And I just think it's impressive how Shen Qingqiu manages to break every version of Binghe without even trying.

[arcticarthropod]

What if ea-Nasir was fine and that complaint was slander?

Like he's just this nice copper man and we're still talking shit millenia later

[agoobersretreat]

"Where have you gone, mysterious honker? Come back, I miss you..."

[snomoscribbles]

so there's an Aonunete fic ive been working on to the side for a little bit and I wanted it to be a one shot, but I got carried away and now Im debating if I should post it chapter by chapter? uuuuuuuugh. decisions. Its Human AU where the Sully's do move into a new town but Neteyam stayed behind with Mo'at to graduate highschool with his peers. So Ao'nung meets Lo'ak first and while they do butt heads, they actually become friends without the extra animosity of the avatar setting and because of exposure therapy since they're on the same basket ball team. But Neteyam finally showing up after the school years up for him and Ao'nung is scrambling when he realizes Lo'aks golden boy brother is 100% husband material and he's gotta do something about it. But Neteyam isnt taking him seriously because he's his younger brothers best friend which puts him in adopted brother mindset and he cant figure out if he's grateful for the extra time to get his shit together or frustrated as fuck that he cant get this beautiful bastard to notice him. Just kind of an interest check on if I should start posting it, or just go ahead and wait till its finished? current title is "Best Friends Brother"

[appendingfic]

Sonic AU where instead of the Chaos Emeralds they have the MLP Elements of Harmony who gets what?

[yudacquel1961blog]

[the-lady-of-the-labyrinth]

It seems they can’t let Jews be Jewish. It’s okay so long as we’re self-aggrandizing or otherwise renouncing our faith, but the last thing they want to see is us being comfortable in our own skin.

[protocolseben]

last i checked ferrari won their last wdc because non-italians were being in charge lolw

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Hear me out

So y/n broke up with her boyfriend not long ago, and minnie (g!p) tried her best to see her smile again, happy and all cute again. But nothing worked she cried every night in her arms how she hated her ex boyfriend and how she wishes she never met him, she hated that. She hated that her bestfriend cried so much over a stupid men, so she took her way and made her feel like she's the most important person in the world in that moment. She made sure to make her feel good and to forget about that stupud ex boyfriend wich she did bc minnie showed her all the stars that he couldn't do, she fucker her with nothing but love and a promise to keep her bestfriend the happiest person in the world. But she couldn't keep her feelings anymore and she let them spit out like a river and thats when they became a thing

Or

Minnie fucking y/n roughly but with a care so that she forgets about her ex stupud boyfriend and she confess to reader

(i'm sorry i needed to send this request it's stuck in my head since yesterday)

-the mimin x reader anon (also can i be your 🦤 if it's not taken?)

Hi honey! Sorry it took me so long to reply to this but ofc you can be 🦤 Anon! (My first anon this is so cool whatt)

I can be a better boyfriend than him.

G!P Nicha Yontarak/ Kim Minnie x Reader

Minnie sighed as she heard you crying again. It had been 2 weeks since you and your boyfriend — who Minnie personally never liked — had broke up. He had cheated on you which caused you to break up with him. Minnie was upset to see you so upset but was happy that you had finally left him.

She had known for a while that he was a player but she never said anything since she loved seeing you happy contrast to how you were now.Ever since you guys had broken up she would hear you crying, especially at night which made her hate for him grow even more. She wanted to see you smile or better yet just forget him and date her.

She knew how to treat you better and knew what was best for you, she was your best friend but in her mind she was your girlfriend. I mean you guys have slept in the same bed cuddling more times than she could count and each time you guys would cuddle it felt more intimate than the last time even if that wasn’t the goal. You would always kiss her cheek sometimes being too close to her mouth almost as if you meant to kiss her, she would dream of how your lips would feel against hers multiple times often getting hard from just the thought. And when you wore her clothes it made her even crazier imagining multiple scenarios of you being hers and not having to share you with anyone else because you’d be hers and hers only.

One night she had enough, you were in her arms as she held you crying your eyes out. Sobbing saying how you weren’t good enough for him, how everything was your fault, you were just a terrible girlfriend. She got tired of it and grabbed your face kissing you, the kiss was filled with love and passion. She pulled away quickly when she realized what she did.

“I’m sorry- I-I should've asked first I didn't mean to-” before she could finish you pulled her back in to another kiss. This time it had more lust than passion, Minnie’s hands went under your shirt her cool fingertips against your hot skin sent shivers down her spine.

Her tongue dancing with yours as you guys made out on your bed. You both pulled away breathing heavily as Minnie flew to your neck applying kisses to it, you let out soft moans and sighs after each kiss she left. “M-Minnie…please..I need you so badly..” your voice was no louder than a whisper. Minnie smirked against your skin as she lifted your shirt off your body, moving down to kiss your collarbones muttering small praises about how pretty you were, how long she's been waiting for this, and how she loves you.

Minnie took your sweatpants off while you pulled her shirt off her body. “You know,” she said in between kisses “I can be a better boyfriend than him.” She pushed your panties to the side as she slipped a finger inside you smiling at how much you whined. She went back up to your face kissing your cheeks as she began to move her digit in and out of you.

You moaned with every thrust of her finger she made loving the feeling already getting obsessed with how her finger felt inside her. By the time she added a second finger she took in your facial expressions and how pretty you looked like this. Your reactions told her enough of how your ex treated you during sex, and it made her upset. She was gonna show you how much better she was as she sped up making your face contort to pleasure, your walls tightened around her fingers making you mewl.

She knew you were close but if anything that just made her speed up even more til she heard you let out a loud moan your orgasm coating her fingers as she pulled them out. She saw you panting with a wide eyed star struck look as if this was your first time and then came to another conclusion that upset her.

“He’s never made you orgasm? was that your first time ever orgasming?” your shy nod told her everything. The idea of her being the first one to make you orgasm made her harder than she already was, “fuck I need to be inside you right now.” she murmured.

You bit your lip as you looked at her “Do it. I want you to fuck me Minnie.” That was all she needed to hear. She immediately took her pants off as she rubbed her tip on your lips, “how many inches are you used to?” you were silent for a few minutes before answering “I think..5..” Minnie was a bit dumbfounded by this.

It made her feel happy that she was bigger than your ex boyfriend but also a bit astonished. Seriously what did you see him? it doesn’t matter now since she was gonna make you forget all about him. She pushed into you making you count each inch til she was fully inside you. She smirked as she saw your reactions, the way you gripped her hand trying to adjust to her size, the whiner your voice got the more she entered inside you, all of it was beautiful to her.

She was smiling when she saw you take all of her dick in your pussy, once she was sure that you were used to feeling of her inside her was when she started moving. Her hands gripped your hips as she fucked into you. “Fuck, you're so tight. Your pussy feels so fucking good.” you could barely respond only moaning as your vision blurred from each thrust. Minnie began taking up speed as she went deeper and faster inside you.

One of her hands held you down by her hips while the other groped your boobs roughly enjoying how they felt. She felt you get wetter and wetter with each thrust making her moans mix with yours, all the times she would hear you moan for your ex during sex she’d never heard you moan like this. She went rougher even as she felt you orgasm coating her dick, but she had no plans of stopping.

You began to cry from overstimulation as it felt like she had only gone faster when you orgasmed, at one point only driven by lust as she hooked her arms under your legs placing them on her shoulders. With this new angle, she was able to reach even more deeper inside you loving the new angle.

Your moans were so loud that anyone who were to step inside the apartment would be able to hear you guys , the sounds of her thrusting in and out of you echoed throughout the room as both of your moans got louder.

She watched as your walls began clenching on her cock indicating you were close, she was also close and got an idea as she leaned down to your ear “cum for me baby, cum all over my cock. I want us both to cum at the same time.”

She went faster and deeper til she moaned your name in ecstasy painting your insides white, she looked down at you as she stayed inside you slowing down her thrusts, at one point she pulled out a bit and looked at your face.

She was confused as she saw you had a weird facial expression but then saw your eyes squeeze shut tightly as a clear liquid shot out of you. Minnie had a shocked look on her face as she looked down at you. She just made you squirt. Not only was she the first person to make you orgasm but she was also the first person to make you squirt.

You were panting as you looked like you were about to say something but before you could Minnie latched her lips on your clit lapping up all your juices harshly sucking on your clit. You moaned loudly gripping the sheets and due to how sensitive you were you orgasmed again in her mouth as she lapped it all up.

She came up to your lips and kissed you as she laid down moving you to lay on her chest. Once you both caught your breathes she spoke, “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for so long. I know you just got out of a relationship but can you please give me a chance?”

It was quiet for a few minutes which to Minnie felt like hours. You pecked her lips as you smiled. That was all she needed to hear as she held you impossibly closer to her.

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This requested me think of boyfriend by Dove Cameron and now I can’t unsee it😵‍💫 I hope you liked the request lovey and I promise I’m working on that Mimin request💋💕

[eilwen]

And they say romance is dead.

Joking aside, Vol. 8 further solidifies my appreciation for Meryl.

Hopefully I can put my long-winded thoughts into concise words when it comes to writing women/female characters and why I loved Meryl in the manga even when she's absent for a chunk it from Vol. 7 onward.

Good 'women/female writing', to me, is not just having more lines, more screen presence or more visibility because you can easily write a character that ticks all of those boxes and still be a shell, still be poorly written, still be misused and still fall into numerous stereotypes. Though we are seeing more female characters onscreen/on paper these days, there are still traps of 'women written by men usually for men or what they think a woman wants' with some variations (and of course some women can also find difficulty in writing women). Then there are times when women characters who are so incredible or powerful, they come off as unbelievable, as if writing a woman character is sometimes treated similarly to handling glass. Some writers are afraid to write women well, believing that it’s 'safer' to have the character be amazing and flawless than forgotten or absent (which can be problematic in a different way).

I love manga-Meryl because I know Meryl's arc, faults, growth, struggles etc.... Nightow really puts her through the ringer. We don't see her much in the later volumes once things get heavy since she's not the series' protagonist, but we learn that she has a full journey post-Colnago. Eventually she, as a person who is not super-powered in the way other characters are, assists Vash in the best way she can.

Vash is a plant, the Humanoid Typhoon, all these other labels, but he calls himself a simple gunman. So, when Meryl is the one to make sure that he has a gun despite everything she had experienced... ah, I had a lot of feelings.

Vol. 8, Ch. 3. ... God damn.

One of the best things Nightow did in Trimax was to write Meryl with doubt and fear and break her away from Vash in Vol. 6, because having a woman follow and care for a man blindly is frankly boring and adds little depth to a friendship or a relationship.

(This praise also extends to how Nightow writes Luida - but those are thoughts for some other time.)

I am also considering Meryl as one representation for humanity in Trigun Maximum's narrative. She is the ordinary person who has been unwillingly forced to witness devastation, destruction, loss etc. and is expected to continue after that. That is a difficult thing to overcome... and then to grapple with the idea of assisting that same force... I imagine that this is a very difficult responsibility. There are war films (good and bad films, from a range of nations) that touch on this theme of responsibility.

I'd like to think that real courage is understanding and overcoming a fear instead of having none.

And then in Vol. 8, Meryl does a small act. She asks someone else to help - something that Marlon later tells Vash to do (let his friends help him, I mean). Without grandeur. Kind of anti-epic. However, this small act is extraordinarily powerful because without that gun, Vash is unable to proceed.

We sometimes view power in such a black and white way when power can be asking someone else for help, trusting someone else, and not have it be about you.

Vol. 8, Ch. 5. A Marlon panel is always a good panel.

I love how Nightow illustrates this. In these panels, Vash is hearing Marlon talk about a 'guest'. Marlon never mentions Meryl's name. We know it's Meryl because we know what the back of Meryl's head looks like (and her legs, haha) but Vash is not seeing what we are seeing.

And yet, Vash knows.