#if they hadn't been in that crash

[riccissance]

Been thinking a lot about the brunch scene with Shauna, Jeff, and Jackie’s parents and what it can tell us about the characters. I may be misremembering, but I’m pretty sure Jackie’s dad stays pretty much silent the whole time. Jackie’s mom is clearly the decision-maker in the couple and it seems like he’s along for the ride. He grabs her hand to show solidarity in the offer to pay Callie’s tuition but is pretty irrelevant on his own.

I think that knowing this is Jackie’s main example of love growing up can contextualize a lot of her and Shauna’s dynamic. Jackie’s parents have shown her that love is one person submitting to another. It’s her dad going along with her mom’s decisions and blindly supporting everything she does. It’s her mom taking charge for both of them and not asking for his input. Jackie seems to act like her mom with Shauna and expect Shauna to act like her dad. Their relationship doesn’t even necessarily need to be interpreted as romantic, though I think it can be. Shauna is Jackie’s main person. She seems like the only person that Jackie has any real intimacy with throughout the show. So it makes sense that she’d try to mirror her parents’ relationship with her.

So when Shauna wants to make her own decisions or just disagrees with Jackie, Jackie interprets that as Shauna not loving her. If Shauna loved her, then she would agree no matter what. Of course, that’s not healthy and it makes Shauna feel stifled, but it’s all Jackie knows. And Jackie feels like any indication of Shauna’s independence means she loses her. So Jackie tries to cling harder to her, to control more, which only serves to push Shauna further away. 

And Shauna, the nonconfrontational child of divorce, can’t talk to Jackie about how she feels. Jackie has demonstrated that if Shauna is her own person, Jackie will leave. Shauna disagreed with Jackie’s idea to stay by the plane, and Jackie’s immediate response was to ignore her all day. She even pretended to buddy up to Mari to make Shauna jealous. So Shauna feels like Jackie sees her as replaceable. If she tries to be independent at all, she loses Jackie. And as much as Shauna is resentful of the position Jackie has put her in, she still loves Jackie and doesn’t want to lose her. 

I feel like the show does a good job of giving us enough context on each character to understand why they act the way they do. They make dumb decisions because they’re teenagers and can’t fully understand their own baggage. But at their heart, they’re both desperately trying to maintain their friendship. They lash out when they feel rejected. Jackie’s problem is with the interpretation of Shauna’s actions. She views any disagreement or deviation as rejection. Shauna’s issue is with communication. She thinks that openly admitting her frustrations would make Jackie leave her. 

Plus, the Taylors have made it clear that Jackie can’t just be good. She has to be the best, which means better than Shauna. So Shauna has to be the passive, lesser side kick while Jackie has to remain in control at all times and keep being the best. The funny thing is, they tell Shauna and Jeff how much better than them Jackie would be doing if she was alive, but if Jackie was there, they would probably be telling her she should be doing better. There is no ceiling to being the best so Jackie could never be enough while she was alive. 

I just think it’s very interesting that a pretty short scene with the Taylors can give us so much insight into Jackie as a character. We don’t see Shauna’s parents but their divorce is mentioned which makes it feel relevant. It makes sense that her parents splitting up would contribute to Shauna’s passivity and inability to communicate. Her parents admitted they were unhappy and her family was broken up. If Shauna just never admits she’s unhappy, nothing has to change. 

I really love how layered and morally grey all these characters are. And it’s just so devastating because these were manageable issues that got mixed up with teen angst before being thrown into a life-or-death situation. None of it needed to happen but these girls didn’t know any other way to be. 

[jazzkrebber]

do you ever wonder if at Jan Van Eck's party there was someone praying for divine intervention or something and then Kaz Dirtyhands Brekker and Wylan disguised as some guy from Shu Han fell through the ceiling

[lowvintagesims]

i wanted to try out @yooniesim's new amaya hair on amaya, but then i learned that @gegesimmer and @marsosims also have amaya hairs

[solradguy]

*rotates you horizontally in my mind*

[countlessrealities]

Kisses under the mistletoe

@mcltiples sent: 💗 : my muse mentions that they want to be kissed under a mistletoe { To AR from E-Rick~ // bc ofc E-Rick would get shy about this sort of thing xD }

Damn, if he had known that this dumb gathering required a dress code, he would have "borrowed" something from his best friend's wardrobe. His usual outfit had him sticking out as a sore thumb in that crowd, where everyone had was sporting a much more formal attire. Even the servers were more dressed up than he was and the fact nagged him a little.

Normally, Rick didn't give a damn about fitting in. Quite the contrary, he took pride in being different, even when surrounded by people who were all versions of him. However, it was also true that his peculiarity turned into an obstacle whenever he was trying not to draw attention as in this case. Even if he had stuck to the corner of the large room, away from where the party was most lively, he had still gotten a few odd glances.

Thankfully, no one had decided to report him, not yet, but he knew that, sooner or later, his luck would have run out and he would have caught the gaze of someone who was petty enough or enough of an elitist to feel offended by his presence. So, he had to hurry up and do what he had come to do, before a bunch of guards came to escort him out.

And perhaps to send him to spend the rest of the night in a cell for trespassing.

Sharp blue eyes scanned the crowd, looking for their target. Finding a specific person when half of the presents were variation of them wasn't an easy task, but AR had honed that particular skill through the years he had spent on the Citadel. Spotting the right Rick in the mass could make the difference between a successful deal and being arrested.

His lips quirked in a small smirk as, eventually, his gaze locked on the guy he was looking for. The one for whose sake he had gone through the trouble of sneaking in to start with. Of course, he could have easily met him elsewhere, but this was more fun.

And, just maybe, the truth was that he really enjoyed facing a challenge when the reward was some time spent with that particular person.

Sliding through the crowd, careful not to draw more attention than it was inevitable, he made his way towards the other, who thankfully was hanging out near one of the refreshment tables, away from most of the other guests. He was in his uniform, which told Rick that he was on duty, but the fact was the opposite of a turn off for him.

Not only he enjoyed the thrill of having their supposedly incompatible choices of career underlined, but his dear Commander looked particularly handsome dressed like that. He had never been too much into uniforms, if ever at all, but he liked how it was a reminder of the power the other man held and the danger he represented.

It made seeing him being turned into a blushing mess by AR's silvertongue more satisfying.

Smirking to himself, the black market dealer slowly but steadily inches closer, until he was stepping behind his alternate, hands lacking around his hips so that he could pull his back flushed against his chest. A dangerous move, considering whom he was dealing with, but he was confident that his touch was familiar enough for the other to stall, instead of instinctively attacking him.

"H-Hello, Commander,~" he breathed out, straight in E-Rick's ear, chasing away every doubt the president's second-in-command might have about his identity. "I-I heard that you were stuck at this boring party an-and I thought to come and cheer you up."

His arms fully slid around his alternate's waist, trapping him in their embrace. Rick took a moment to just enjoy the warmth and the closeness, even allowing himself to close his eyes. It had been a long time since he had felt so at ease around someone who wasn't his best friend. Perhaps it was foolish to allow himself such moments of vulnerability, especially since he knew that he might end up getting burnt, but sometimes he just couldn't help himself. Not with E-Rick.

"Y-You know what would really make this night a fun time?" He went on, also to rid himself of those thoughts.

One of his hands slowly crept up along the other's chest, till it got a gentle but firm hold of his chin. Smirking widely against that neck, AR guided the second-in-command's gaze towards a particular spot of thee ceiling, where a bundle of mistletoe was hanging from one of the arches, near the main entrance.

"I-Indulging in one of those old Earth traditions an-and getting kissed under a mistletoe.~"

[ceruleanterrapin]

I accidentally followed myself and I love the fact Tumblr came prepared for people like me. You're given options of what you can do with your blog from your following page

[beemintty]

i am afraid of alcohol...

i am afraid of what it does to people....

i have sworn my whole life that i will never get drunk and i swear it loud.

people have laughed in my face at such a promise i make, but i'll have you know that i will not allow such poison to take control of me.

because that is what it does, it loosens your control on yourself like it loosens your tongue.

you'll tell me to "relax", "settle down", "have a drink", "what's the worst that could possibly happen?!"

no you're right, it isn't the worst to find yourself making out with someone you don't love, or having sex with a stranger, or falling off a ledge, or getting a bit hurt, or ending up in the hands of the police or the hospital, or spilling your secrets, so what's the problem?

what if i stepped behind a wheel... what if i drove without seeing? what if my sister was my passenger, or my partner, or my best friend? what if someone was coming home to their daughter that night, or their cat, or their dad? what if i drove right into them at 100 km/h? what if i survived? and what if they didn't?

this is what that poisonous drink does.

it makes you do things without seeing.

so what's the worst that could happen you ask?someone doesn't get home and i walk away with blood on my hands.

i will never drink enough to let it root in my brain and make me a murderer.

and if i ever do.... i hope it kills me before i kill anyone else.

[likeabxrdinflight]

me to my therapist: so what exactly do you know about the concept of original sin?

her: um....what's original sin?

me: ...oh.

[goldensunset]

RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH IT'S DONE

one more thing to do for this semester. one more. one more. one

[photochoco]

One of my favorite commission’s I’ve ever done, for a family friend.

Also one of the most harrowing, as my laptop at the time was freezing and crashing constantly and at one point caused the file data get get corrupted and I almost lost the whole art piece [sob]

[raulfernandez]

...

[bookwyrminspiration]

one of the things that always gets me fucked up in stories is time. how everything plays out because of the moments they happen in. If Erica had run outside one minute later the dog walker wouldn't have seen her, and Jason never would've come to the house. Lucas would've been able to call in Kate Bush.

If Eddie had had his introspective hero revelation a few minutes later, if he'd kept biking for only a few more minutes, it would've been long enough for Murray to roast those demicreatures and he would've been okay. if Joyce had gotten there sooner with the tazer or Hopper hadn't gotten caught by the demidog, then the roasting would've happened earlier and Eddie might've been okay.

If Mike had started talking sooner El would've had her power surge sooner, before all of Max's bones started to break. If El and Vecna had more to say it would've bridged the time gap between their conversation and Mike starting his monologue, and maybe Max wouldn't have been as badly injured.

everything is a consequence of exactly when in time their actions were taken, everything seemingly so close to be okay if only they'd done something at a different time. but of course, that's only the retrospect talking.

I can lament on how many things were so close to being avoided by choices of time, but really it makes me wonder what did they successfully avoid with those choices. what consequences did they escape that they'll never know they were close to reaping

I just think it's interesting

[ghoul-haunted]

:)

[yousaytomato]

My problems are the biggest problems to exist ever. Nobody has ever had problems like this before etc etc

[blossom-hwa]

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[nkogneatho]

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘? 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐀 𝐏𝐕𝐒𝐒𝐘.

— top jjk pussy starved men.

— cw: fem!reader, cunningulus, cowgirl, monsterfucking, squirting, overstimulation, edging, nicknames, pure filth.

— a/n: this is dj khaled's worst nightmare ifykyk, sukuna's is nastier than your room where you're lying in your bed reading this rather than cleaning it.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

"atta girl. atta fucking girl!" satoru was so proud of you for riding his dick like it was your last. your body bounced on his, ass slapped so loud against his crotch that it was louder than the moans slipping from your lips.

gojo looked at you like a beast as he rested his shoulders and head on the bed frame, sitting up a little, making sure to get a good view. you made eye contact with him for a second and watched him stare at your pussy. he had heart eyes watching where you and him connected.

"getting tired, toru. nee—uh! need your help"

"aww princess. thought you'd never ask," his hands traveled your from your bent knees, to your thighs till they reached your ass and gave it a loud smack. you knew the consequences of asking him for help because this man won't stop until you've gone limp.

gojo grabbed a handful of your ass and used it to bounce you on his cock. his triceps flexed as bobbed you till your pussy stretched on his member. you watched as his tongue swiped against his lips and forged into a mischievous grin. his pace fastened and he hit your walls with so much force that it had your bed creaking and his ass levitate in the air for a millisecond.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck!! c'mon, baby. s—stretch it more. wanna cum in this—holy shit—cum in your pretty pussy."

"toruuuu," you cried as you rolled your head back in pleasure, barely keeping up with him.

"look—ahh how pretty she looks swallowing my cock in—goddamn! let's make her even prettier. let's paint her in my cum, y-yeah? fuckin—ahhhh! he moaned practically louder as he shot his load in you, his movements never stopping because he is a pussy starved whore. you could feel his trimmed white pubes stimulating your clit causing her to cum following his climax.

"fhuck princessh! huh! need m-more." you could barely comprehend his words because he was panting so much overstimulating himself. but he still craved for more, living up his pussy starved whore title.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

"don't fuckin' move," his hand snaked tighter around your thighs.

"'s too much," you cried, fingers seconds away from tearing the bedsheets. toji had been eating your pussy for almost an hour. but the worst part was he hadn't let you come even once. the first fifteen minutes were fun but now it was plain torture. your pussy was so sensitive at this point that either needed to orgasm, or get the fuck away from the animal's face in front of you. is his jaw not hurting? you thought.

"toji, pleaaasee. lemme cum," you pleaded. his lips grinned against your pussy.

"wanna cum, yeah? do it yourself." he pulled away to look at your confused face. "grind this sweet pussy on my face, doll." you were scared he was going to pull something mean again. yet, you did it anyway because your brain doesn't work much when your pussy is hungry.

you were still in the same position, hips starting to jerk against his face. toji stirred his tongue out flat rubbing against your clit. with each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your high. toji felt it coming before you and to make sure he'd get to drink all your juice, he latched his lips on your pussy as you shuddered when you came.

"anh! anh! toji—ffhuuck!!" his teeth caused you to overstimulate and whine. your body trembled post climax for atleast forty five more seconds before your torso finally laid flat on the body. toji climbed up and peppered you in his kisses, lips covered in your juices crashing against your skin.

"ready for round two?"

"fuck off."

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

"can't fucking run away tonight, can you?"

you never thought you'd ever feel so helpless. sukuna had your wrists pinned abover your head with his two hands, the other two held your thighs apart so he can savour all of that pretty pussy.

his one dick teased your hole and the other rubbed between your asscheeks. you watched in horror as well as excitement as a big mouth appeared on his stomach. you knew he was a monster that could do things like this, but this was your first time seeing it upclose. the mouth grinned before a big wide tongue rolled out it, licking a long stripe that started from your pussy and ended on your tits. you were curious if it could go farther. it did. it forced his way meeting your tongue. but yours was so tiny compared to his, almost invisible under it's presence.

"go ahead. give it a kiss." he ordered.

your jaw finally relaxed as the tongue pulled out, a hefty amouth of saliva drenched your tits, you lifted your head up and planted a kiss on the edge of it. the tongue retracted, and you thought it was over. but it was a mere distraction as when you looked down, both his cocks had filled your either holes, the tip barely in.

"shit. need you more wet." he said before the mouth on his stomach spat on your pussy, your labia soaked as much as the bedsheets under you. the tongue massaged your clit, making you stretch and giving the monster in front of you an opening to attack your hole. sukuna bottomed out and you gasped in pain.

"kunaaaa! ahh—meanie."

"I had to, woman."

sukuna made sure to start with slow thrusts but when he felt your pussy getting used to the size, he started going more intense. he felt you shaking under him so when he looked down you were already cumming. with no second thoughts, he pulled out his cock, and his stomach tongue filled your pussy till the tip could feel your velvety walls.

"he is hungry. let him, sweetheart."

you came so hard that you vibrated against his big body. he felt it. you were about to squirt. sukuna lifted you up in the air so easily on his bigger tongue so that all your juices flowed directly on it and you watched. you felt so filthy but when you looked at him, he couldn't take his eyes off how your pussy juice created a small stream on the surface of the wide stomach tongue. you saw his neck bob as he was savouring the taste of you even though he never took you in his real mouth.

"mmhm. you're sweeter than i imagined." a new mouth appeared on his hand and licked away your tears. slowly, a few more manifested on his body.

"how about you let all my boys taste you?"

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