#it's having the power to help anyone and everyone you can

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

You Should Be Sad

Weightless, Breathless Restitute (2)

Wanda Maximoff x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: You've just joined the Avengers, Earth's Mightiest Heroes, but Wanda doesn't think your powers are all that special or are they?

Word Count: 2,042

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R uses her powers on W, W calls R Mommy, R uses pet names, R calls W bunny, Mommy kink

A/N: Here is the prequel and the meeting of Wanda and R from You Should Be Sad~

The room was filled with an air of anticipation as I took my seat next to Tony. The hum of fluorescent lights seemed louder somehow, mingling with the heavy silence. I could feel the eyes of the Avengers on me—some curious, others skeptical.

"Alright, everyone," Tony began, glancing around the room. "I'd like you to meet the newest member of the team: Y/N Y/L/N."

I offered a small, curt smile, trying to hide the nervous flutter in my chest. This was a big moment for me, and I didn’t want to seem out of place among these seasoned heroes.

"I've got voice manipulation," I said, my voice steady. To demonstrate, I shifted my tone, letting it oscillate subtly, from deep to high. A few eyebrows raised in acknowledgment.

Then, I pulled down the collar of my shirt just a tad, revealing the Power Stone embedded in the middle of my chest. It glowed softly, a vibrant shade of purple, and I saw a few gasps around the room.

"This," I said, tapping the stone gently, "gives me super strength."

Thor leaned forward, his eyes wide with recognition. "That stone... It's one of the Infinity Stones."

I nodded. "Yes, it is. And with it, I can hold my own in a fight."

Tony smirked, obviously pleased with the team's reaction. "Well, now that introductions are out of the way, let's get down to business."

As the meeting went on, discussing missions and strategies, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. I was no longer just Y/N Y/L/N; I was an Avenger. And with that title came responsibilities and challenges unlike anything I had ever faced before.

The room fell silent, and Wanda's expression shifted from skepticism to a mix of surprise and frustration. I raised an eyebrow at her, a subtle smirk playing on my lips.

"Voice manipulation can't be better than my mind manipulation," Wanda scoffed.

I leaned in, meeting her gaze. "Shall I give a better demonstration?" I proposed, and after a moment of hesitation, she agreed.

As my eyes glowed with a vibrant purple, I commanded her, "Kiss me." Wanda moved, almost mechanically, ready to comply. But just as she was about to, I interrupted with a firm, "Stop."

A slight smirk danced on my lips as I added, "Kneel. Stay." To everyone's amazement, Wanda followed my commands, unable to resist. I turned my attention back to the rest of the Avengers.

"Anymore questions about how powerful my voice is?" I asked, leaning back in my chair, Wanda attempting to get up but held in place. "Oh sweetie, that won't work. Not until I command you."

The room was filled with a tense silence, and I could sense a mixture of awe and caution from the Avengers. I had just made a strong statement about the extent of my abilities, and it seemed they were still processing the implications.

I met the eyes of each Avenger in the room, trying to convey sincerity. "In the future, I won't use this power on anyone unless it's to save your life."

The tension in the room lingered, and I could see the unease reflected in their expressions. My demonstration had left an indelible impression, and it was clear they were grappling with the full extent of my abilities.

"I understand your concerns," I continued, my voice softer now. "But you have my word. I'm here to be a part of this team, to fight alongside you—not against you."

There was a pause, a palpable hesitation as they absorbed my words. Slowly, some of the tension began to ease, replaced by a cautious sense of acceptance. It was a small step, but it was a start. And for now, that was enough.

"Alright. You can get up. I don't want you all to think I'm a monster," I said, releasing Wanda from my command. My eyes faded back to their normal green hue as she rose, her expression a mix of relief and lingering resentment.

Without another word, Wanda stormed off, leaving a palpable tension in her wake. I sighed, realizing the gravity of my actions had perhaps overshadowed my intentions.

"I'll apologize," I announced, rising from my seat. It was important to me that the team understood I meant no harm, even if my abilities had startled them.

As I left the room in search of Wanda, I couldn't help but ponder the complexities of joining Earth's mightiest heroes. It was clear that earning their trust would be a journey filled with challenges, but I was determined to prove myself worthy of the title—Avenger.

I knock at her door, "Wanda can I please come in?" I ask and for a moment there is silence. The door creaked open slowly, revealing Wanda seated on her bed, her attention seemingly absorbed by a sitcom playing on the screen. She didn't acknowledge me as I entered, a palpable tension filling the room.

Standing before her, I met her gaze, searching for any sign of forgiveness in her eyes. "How could you do something like that?" she asked, her voice wavering with a mix of hurt and confusion.

"I'm sorry," I replied, my voice filled with genuine regret. "I didn't think it through. I was just showing off, and I hurt and embarrassed you, and I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

For a moment, there was silence as Wanda processed my apology. Then, to my surprise, she responded, "You can finish what you started out there."

I looked at her in shock, not expecting that to be her answer. It was a clear indication of how deeply I had wounded her pride, and I realized that a mere apology wouldn't suffice. I needed to demonstrate my sincerity through action, and it seemed that finishing the demonstration was the first step in mending the rift I had created.

Wanda's request was clear, and I nodded in acknowledgment. "Use your voice. I don't feel like thinking anymore," she stated, pulling me onto the bed beside her.

Allowing my eyes to glow once again, I met her gaze and issued a command, "Kiss me until you need air." Wanda's lips met mine with an intensity fueled by a mixture of emotions. We lost ourselves in the moment, our lips moving in sync as if trying to bridge the gap that had formed between us.

"Shall we keep going?" I inquired, my voice genuine, devoid of any manipulation. Wanda nodded, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of anticipation and desire.

My hand ventured further up her thigh, eliciting a squirm from her. "Oh, someone is eager," I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

She let out a whine, her body responding to my touch even as my powers began to wane, no longer clouding her judgment as before. Yet, she still moved her hips against my hand, a silent affirmation of the connection between us.

The room was filled with a palpable tension, each touch and movement deepening the bond between us, forging a path towards understanding and mutual desire.

"I'm so glad you're wearing this pretty little dress, sweetie. It's going to make things a lot easier," I remarked with a smirk, my eyes taking in the fabric that clung to her.

"You want this so badly, don't you? A few commands, and that was it? Have you ever done this before?" I inquired, probing for the truth.

Wanda bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before I commanded, "Tell me the truth."

"N-no... never," she admitted, her voice shaky.

I continued to tease her, reveling in the control I had over her reactions. "Awww, that's so pathetic. How old are you, sweetie?"

Despite her efforts to hold back, a moan escaped her lips as she replied, "T-twenty-five."

I laughed, the sound echoing in the room. "Oh yes, my pathetic little baby. I'm going to show you everything," I declared, my smirk deepening as I looked into her eyes, now almost entirely black with pleasure and desire.

I removed my hand, and Wanda let out a groan of frustration. "Oh hush. Get used to it. I'm not giving you everything right away," I teased, smacking her thigh lightly, eliciting a yelp from her.

Guiding her movements, I shifted her hips and pulled her down onto my thigh. "Rub, like this," I instructed, moving her hips back and forth.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft mewl of pleasure as she followed my guidance. I watched intently, letting her take control, her movements becoming more desperate as she tried to find release against my thigh.

The room was filled with the sounds of her pleasure, each moan and gasp driving me to push her further, to explore the depths of her desire and vulnerability. It was a dance of power and submission, a delicate balance that we were navigating together, each movement bringing us closer to the edge.

"Y/N... Gonna..." Wanda's voice was a breathless moan, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Stop," I commanded, my eyes flashing purple once again, halting her in her tracks. "Off my thigh. Move to the middle of the bed on your hands and knees," I instructed, my voice unwavering.

I watched as she obeyed, her movements tinged with a mix of desperation and anticipation. I shifted positions, moving around the bed to gaze into her eyes, now shimmering with tears.

"Oh, you look so beautiful right now, baby," I confessed, my voice softening as I took in the sight before me.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me the truth." I ask, tilting her chin up. 

"I want you Mommy. Please...touch me...make me feel good. I need it...I need you. I need your touch Mommy." She cried out in desperation and my stomach exploded with a million butterflies as the sound of desperation in her voice for me. 

I couldn’t hold back anymore as I let two fingers slip inside of her. A moan came out as she grabbed my wrist. “Hands up, above your head. Keep them above your head.” You told her and she moved them as if she were tied by invisible ropes. “Good girl. Now do you want to cum for Mommy?” You asked, looking her in her eyes all dark and glazed from your words. Her head nodded frantically. “Use your words.” A whimper slipped past her lips before the words tumbled past her lips.

“Please Mommy! Wanna cum for you. Wanna make a mess for you! Wanna be Mommy's good girl, please can I cum?” She looked at you desperately.

“Cum.” You gave your command and her body obeyed beautifully. Her back arching and her moans growing louder. You felt her tighten around your fingers as she tried to fight against your command, trying to pull against the invisible restraints. Her whole body trembling for you as you forced it out on a command of your tongue.

“What a beautiful sight. Such a pretty bunny.” Her eyes widened at the nickname, drinking it up like it was water after being in the heat all day. 

“Bunny. your bunny Mommy.” You smiled down at her as you slowly left her, giving a quick kiss before going to her bathroom for a towel. Cleaning her up with a few quiet whimpers falling from her lips and a few quiet ‘shhh’ fall from yours. Once it was done with you let the command go of her hands and took her into your arms.

“You did so good for me bunny.” You kissed her forehead and she looked up at you.

“Can we do this again? Not right not, but just like in general?” She looked up at you with doe eyes still dark with lust.

“How about a date first and we’ll see where it goes?” Wanda blushed, burying her face against you and nodding. She relaxed against you until you felt her breathing even out against you. A smile finding its way to your face as you watched her. You know you had said about not using your power, but Wanda would be the exception so long as she’d want it.

Taglist: @dorabledewdroop @mrsromanovaa

[killsatoru]

Part One : Mistakes With Rings : Gojo Satoru

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x fem! reader

Warning(s) : Cursing, reader is a Itadori

Summary : Thrown into a loveless marriage, but what happens when your husband asks you for an open marriage?

-

“Let’s have an open marriage.”

Those words were enough to crumble the bricks we have built, though maybe those bricks were just me.

he didn’t bother to add the paste between to keep the wall together.

he created his own leaving me to finish ours myself.

I let out a shaky breath. one i didn’t realize i was holding, his icy blue eyes looking into mine. demanding for me to free him from the shackles of our loveless marriage.

“Okay, if that is what you want.”

Was I really allowed to say no? We were both thrown into this marriage because of our parents, there was no love involved, no relationship, no connection, no butterflies, heart eyes, honeymoon phase, sparks.

nothing.

absolutely nothing.

-

We were friends back when we were young.

a little boy that with a snap of his finger had everyone to their knees, singing him praises, wrapped gifts with luxurious items, that he would sigh and throw them to the side not taking into account their value.

Spoiled to the very core.

little Gojo Satoru has never heard the word “No” from anyone else but himself.

except from me

“You’ll marry me eventually” face covered in cake, one that he had requested

“No I won’t. I don't plan on getting married.” a frown playing on my childish features

“why not? you’ll die all alone!” Stuffing more cake into his face, hopefully he brushes his teeth.

“So be it, I prefer that rather than a loveless marriage.”

At such a young age I wasn't meant to already have those negative views on marriage. but when it came to him. I would have those ill feelings towards marriage.

To think it is now a nightmare i have to wake up to everyday.

-

“Y/N Itadori, you are to marry Gojo Satoru.” A stern voice echoes through the walls. leaving no space to deny the demand that was just told.

leaving the room, with a heavy weight on my shoulder. please let this be a nightmare I wince, ‘where did I go wrong?’ tears threatening to spill out, those same words juggling through my head…

“Y/N! Are you alright? what did they say?”

Looking up to see my brother Jin, only 2 years older than me looking at me with confusion and concern.

“I’m getting married…”

-

“You may now kiss the bride!”

The room was spinning. The man that I have done everything in my power to avoid ever wearing the same ring. To avoid a marriage that only benefited others, to avoid this twisted joke that whoever was above played on me, to avoid ever being in a loveless marriage.

he inched closer. His scent is so strong, so unbearable. He's hesitating.

‘Just get it over with’

Pulling him closer catching him off guard. Sealing our lips in a kiss.

-

A honeymoon should never feel this empty.

To avoid being stuck in the same room as him, I took a long stroll through the beach, the soft waves soothing me into my memories.

memories flooding in of when we were 15.

-

“GOJO SATORU! I'M GOING TO WRANGLE YOUR NECK!”

“HELP GUYS! SHE'S INSANE!”

Laughing

Watching from the table Gojo’s and Utahime’s banter

“So Y/N~ got anyone you like!” Shoko wiggles her eyebrows at me

giggling “Nah you know i have no plans of that anytime soon.”

“you let out a cute giggle though there must be someone~” poking my cheek now

“leave her alone Shoko, it’s probably Satoru~”

“You two are seriously impossible”

“Come onnnn~ you can tell ussss~” both giving me puppy dog eyes

“No. I don’t. And no I won't.”

“Y/N PLEASE SAVE ME PLEASE!”

jumping towards me hugging me tightly, a light blush coating my cheeks

“GOJO!! LET GO OF Y/N!”

“NO! Y/N PLEASE DON'T LET ME GO!”

hugging him back, smiling warmly at him.

psh he wishes pushing him towards Utahime

“he’s all yours Utahime!”

“Y/NNN HOW COULDDD YOUUUU WE’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO HAVE KIDSSS SHES GONNA CUT MY BALLLLLLS!”

“He’s seriously delusional.” Dusting off where he was just squeezing me

“You saw that right, Shoko?”

“Sure did!”

now smiling wickedly at me

“You sooooo like him~”

“I can never win, can i.”

-

I have always liked him. but it was one sided i could never truly admit it.

I pushed those feelings away, labeling them puppy love. nothing more. nothing less.

being brought back to reality. The cold beach air was biting at my skin causing my hairs to stand up, and also the thought of sharing the same room and bed with him.

-

“I got myself another room. we don’t have to share”

“Sure. Goodnight Gojo.”

This marriage is gonna go to shit.

Slipping into the cold covers. Honeymoons were meant to be filled with love and passion. A celebration of becoming one.

This was just the beginning.

This is another concept that was brewing up for a little while! Honestly not super proud of my writing for this one but it’s a little more thoughtout unlike Indigo. Thank you guys for reading!

[tomssexdoll]

Could u do a Tom Kaulitz 2010 ff where the reader is a woman and she is a Goddess in the mafia world. And Tom is also a Mafia god and they meet to discuss business and she gets all flirty and since she's across from him at the desk, she rubs her foot on his leg ykyk. Then Tom calls the other people out and gives she like gives Tom head. Then he like bends her over the desk and fucks her.

If u don't want to do it it's fine!!

yyesssss

I was considered a mafia goddess, everyone at my feet. I had so much power and money, so much respect.

Tom did too, he was apart of another family, a well respected and filthy rich mafia boss. We were meeting to exchange business, I needed a favour and so did he.

As I got to his house, I was instantly taken to my seat, the bodyguard even pulling the seat out for me, "thankyou" I smiled softly, sitting down and fixing my dress.

I saw Toms dark and tall figure emerge from the dark door frame, a black sweater and dark blue jeans on his toned body. I bit my lip softly, the way his sweater outlined his arms was turning me on.

He finally sat down, I shook his hand and introduced myself briefly, "may I just say, you look beautiful tonight" Tom smirked, a hint of lust in his expression. I smirked "why thankyou Tom, you look very handsome" I giggled softly.

"So, business?" he looked down at the contract, "yeah, you said you needed a few men to take care of something? What was the problem?" he sighed "there's a guy who won't pay us back for the drugs we gave him, we have tried everything but can't locate him at all, I know how great you are with finding anyone so I need your help schatz.." he rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated even talking about it.

"Oh of course honey, I need something back from you though.." I slowly lifted my foot, rubbing it on his leg, a tension building in the room. He cleared his through, "right..t-the uh..the cars you wanted from me?" I nodded, a grin taking over my face.

I could tell his self control was wearing off, his forehead lining with seat beads. I moved closer to his crotch, rubbing his inner thighs softly. "Okay..well, I need you guys to leave so we can close the deal" Tom yelled out to the guards, they all nodded and locked the door behind them.

"Don't be a fucking tease.." Tom spat, "come here.." he growled, I slowly got up, standing in front of him. He looked up at me, a satisfied smile plastered on his beautiful face, his hands came to my waist, rubbing it softly. "You're so beautiful.." he leaned in and kissed my stomach softly, a hand coming to my ass and squeezing it roughly.

I slowly got onto my knees, getting in between his legs, "you gonna suck my cock pretty girl?" he caressed my cheek softly, I nodded, zipping his jeans down, Tom kicking them off.

His cock strained against his grey boxers, staring me down. "Cmon..." he pushed my head down softly. I palmed his cock softly, "fuckk.." he groaned.

I smirked at his reaction, taking his cock out, my eyes widening at the size, "oh fuck.." I whispered, looking up at him. "Too big?" he chuckled, one hand tangled in my hair, pulling it softly.

"No.." I rolled my eyes, not letting him know I probably couldn't take it. I slowly wrapped my lips around his cock, engulfing his cock into my mouth, taking every inch I could.

He hissed at the pleasure, "fuck baby..such a pretty mouth" pushing my head down further, my mouth only being able to fit 3/4 of his cock.

I began to bob my head up and down, tongue flattening on the bottom of his length, feeling all of his pulsing veins. I occasionally swirled my tongue over his tip, his breath hitching every time I did.

"Fucking hell baby..so good" he moaned, pushing my head down onto his cock harshly, saliva building around my mouth as I gagged on his cock.

"Oh liebe..you take my cock so well" he chuckled, his cock throbbing intensely in my mouth, signalling his impending orgasm. "Cumming soon..keep going.." he groaned, I quickened my pace, sucking harder and faster in hopes to speed it up, my jaw was getting super tired.

"Fuck!" he yelled, his thighs shook as he shot his cum into my mouth, grabbing my head and making me deepthroat it to make sure every last drop was out. I swallowed and pulled away, my mouth messy and glistening with saliva.

"Such a messy girl..bet I can make you even more messier" he pulled me up, turning me around and slamming me into the desk, my ass perked up in the air. He bunched my dress up, moaning softly at my lacey thong.

"All for me huh? Fucking tease.." He growled, smacking my ass roughly. I yelped, "Tom! Just put it in.." I pushed my clothes pussy into his rock hard cock, "alright alright.." he chuckled, moving my thong to the side and positioning himself at my entrance.

"Just tell me if it's too much, ok?" he leaned down, kissing my shoulder softly. "Since when did you care about-ahh!" I cried out as he shoved his cock into me mid sentance, starting to harshly thrust immediately.

He pistoned his length into me, hitting my g spot harshly, "Mmm! Fuck!" I moaned loudly, holding onto the desk desperatly, "such a good girl.." he moaned, smacking my ass.

His cock felt so good in me, fitting almost too perfectly, like it was made for my pussy, the constant praises and spanks only turned me on more.

"Ohh fuck!" I whimpered, arching my back to meet his thrusts. He slammed his hips into my ass, balls slapping against my pussy harshly, the room filling with sounds of our moans and slapping skin.

I knew everyone could hear what we were doing, it's not like we were being quiet. I think he wanted everyone to know, maybe in a way to tell them I was his, but was I?

He continued to ram his fat cock into me, hitting all the right spots. "Pussy is so good...so tight and wet f'me.." his hand tangled into my hair, pulling it back harshly, his lips connecting with my neck, sucking harshly and leaving painful, dark purple marks everywhere.

"Ah!" I cried out as he smacked my ass cruely, a red mark forming on the cheek. "Take it, take it like the good girl you are" he whined, throwing his head back, a state of euphoria washing over the both of us.

I started to feel tension buiding up in my tummy, my pussy starting to clench around his cock softly. "Gonna cum already? Is my cock that good?" he smirked, gripping my hair tighter and kissing my shoulder, leaving marks there too.

I nodded quickly, not being able to speak from all the pleasure I was recieving at once. Then his hand came to my clit, rubbing fast and harsh circles, bringing me closer to my orgasm.

"Ohhh my god!" I cried out, a clear liquid streaming out of my pussy as I orgasmed, legs slightly shaking. "Such a messy girl.." he chuckled, "didn't know you had that in you" he kissed my neck roughly, continuing to thrust harshly.

"Squirt on this cock again, now" he demanded, pushing me back onto the desk and grabbing my hips, fucking me even harder, his cock slamming in and out of me at an inhuman pace, sending me over the edge again.

"Gonna cum baby, quick..cum with me" he moaned loudly, burying his cock into my tight hole, wet and dripping for him.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" I whimpered, legs starting to tremble again, a second orgasm awaiting.

His thrusts only quickened again, tip abusing my sweet spot, making huge waves of pleasure crash through me, overstimulation setting in, "t-too much!" I cried out, a tear falling down my cheek.

"Just a little bit more ok?" he stroked my ass, rubbing my clit again to gain another powerful orgasm from me, "oh fuck!" I yelled out, squirting all over his cock again, the liquid dripping onto the floor.

He cried out and shot his load into my pussy, filling me up with his thick cum. "Shit..." He panted, grabbing my hips and sitting back down in the chair, his cock still deep in me.

After we both calmed down he pulled out, his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto his thighs, he smirked and grabbed a tissue nearby, cleaning everything up and getting dressed again.

"You're such an obedient girl, I think I need you around more often" he winked, patting my ass as I collected my bag, "call me then" I smirked, kissing his cheek.

"Oh, before you go" he stopped me, grabbing my face softly and kissing me passionately, "I mean it, come around more, I love seeing you, especially in slutty dressed like that" he smirked "yeah alright Tom, bye bye" I smiled and walked out of the office doors.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @tomsonlyslut @ge-billsgf @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @kaulitzsbabyy

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Do I support the Met Gala? Fuck no. Do I think the media is using it to take public attention away from Palestinian genocide? Absolutely. Do I think anyone who went to that gala deserves to explain to a Palestinian parent who just lost their child to a conflict they should have no part in why they chose to spend $75,000 on a ticket instead of using their platform and money to amplify what’s happening in Rafah and donate to help the innocent victims? Without a doubt.

Do I think that Sebastian Stan has never looked better? Yes. Did I need to take a minute to calm down because holyshit he’s so pretty? Also yes.

Sebastian at the 2024 Met Gala

You're right that the Met Gala and other frivolous expenses and flashes of material wealth often done by celebrities are a distraction. Intentionally and unintentionally, depending on who you're discussing. They always have been--it's what keeps capitalism burning. The world continuing on while Rafah is invaded and Palestinians are slaughtered is the reason the genocide is still happening. Stopping everything to aid would shut it down way faster. Seemingly, though, no one in power wants to see what it really is or wants to aid those actively in peril, actively dying.

But you're also right that Sebastian looks good. And you're hinting at something beyond Sebastian that's important, too. It makes me think of Peter Staley's (an American political activist, most known for his HIV/AIDs involvement) words, which I will paraphrase--show me an activist who is always angry and I will show you a useless activist.

You can't be outraged and mad as hell all the time, you'll sink into a spiral where everything is too much and you're harming yourself more than helping anyone else; you can't swing completely the other way, either, and turn a blind eye, being blissfully ignorant forever because that too will eat at you and you'll help no one. What you, me, and everyone needs is balance. It's hard to find, but take it where you can get it. Rage at the politicians whose job it is to intervene and be our voice but have done nothing of the sort, fight where you can, and yet at the same time rejoice with your friends, your family, and the people to whom you have a parasocial relationship with (like Sebastian) when good or exciting things happen. Feel everything, rage and love, to know what's going on. If you don't know anger, how can you know peace?

Free Palestine.

[polina-tvorozhok]

July 17th 1953

Dear Thunder,

Looks like you finally took matters into your own wheels, or shall I say, hands. Isn't it interesting what grief can do to people? You were feeling lonely despite me trying to help you out, yet you chose to exile yourself by staying away from everyone and let your own thoughts drown you in dispear.

I have received your letter. The last one I will ever receive from you. Honestly, I am very disappointed. Disappointed in how blind you were. Disappointed in how desperate you were. How careless you were to your friends and teammates, who sacrificed themselves for your sake and sake of those around you. But they are the reason you made this choice, aren't they? You were always close to them. Maybe even too close. God, forgive me for the world may call me selfish for saying this, but don't I deserve to complain? In the end, you were the selfish one when you chose to leave your pregnant wife. When you chose to leave me.

The townfolks haven't noticed anything yet. However, it won't take long until they realize that you're missing, unlike your friends. I pity them. I pity them more that I pity you actually. I was upset too when they passed away and no one said a thing. Those people only praise you because you were the first of your kind. They weren't.

I will be honest with you, as angry as I am, I am also saddened by the news. But unlike you, I won't let the grief take me down. You asked me not to tell anyone about this. Fine. No one will know a single thing. But just so you know she won't know anything. I'll do my best to help the time swipe away all the memories about you. Anything so you can be forgotten together with them. My dear Melody, you aren't born yet. I'll do everything in my power so you don't take your fathers body, so you don't end up like him.

So this is the end of it. I know you'll never read this letter but I wish you meet those for whom you chose to leave.

Farewell,

Kamila Smith

[hunterofthehunters]

seeing people talk about the new animated superman show reminds me that the issue superman's had for the last few decades in mainstream media, which is that too many dudebros assume the point of his character is about his "power". like "oooh look how scary he could be, if superman were real he'd be soooo dangerous" and missing the real truth. the ultimate truth. the actual truth:

superman works because he is a fundamentally very similar character to spider-man.

[zecoritheweirdone]

first art post of the new year!!! granted, i don't share my art here that much anyway, but– shhh.

hehehehhhooo,, here's something i've been working on for 'bout a month,, albeit not consecutively– took a few,, very very long breaks in between working on this,, but i managed to finish it in the end! am i satisfied with it? .......ehhhh? not completely, but if this took any longer, it might not have seen the light of day, so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

anyway,, made a little poster for my favorite fic, tommyinnit's services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds, by @scorpionoesit!!! it's really really good,,, and i've always wanted to make more art for it,, so i decided– poster! at least,, that's what it's mean to resemble,,, dkdmkdmdkd.

i will freely admit,, i'm... not the biggest fan of the fan-made logo i tried to design for it,, feels a bit boring, and could definitely have used a bit more pizazz, something to make feel more like the fic itself(what does that mean? you figure that out),,,, but– again, steam was running low,, dkdnksjs. graphic design is my passion. i do also have other complaints, but i'm afraid i already punched my one-use self-critique card,, oh well,,, dkdnkxjdkd.

regardless,, even with the flaws only i can really see,, this still turned out pretty okay!! hope you enjoy it, mx. scorpio and mx. alibi!!! and i hope everyone else has a wonderful new year!!!!

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Me, when Sebastian joins my party for the first time: Okay, this time I'm not going to forget about you, Sebastian. I'm going to make an effort to use you a lot this playthrough so I can better understand you.

Also me, immediately forgetting about Sebastian while finishing Act 2 and making it halfway through Act 3 before I finally notice his Faith quest: ......................Oh. Right. My bad.

[fortune-maiden]

Today's theme is overthinking Shi Wudu the Water Tyrant and what his tyranny actually looks like

[gayvampyr]

Do you support prison abolition /paying prisoners a living wage / making being able to vote more accessible to everyone?

I like your stances and opinions and your jokes but I'm genuinely curious on this one.

(This is inspired by some of the comments under one of your posts talking about how we should just make democracy more livable under capitalism, and while I disagree with that being the ONLY thing we need to do, it does kinda make me think about how many people think we need to get better without abolishing prisons or at least treating our prisoners better than we are treating them currently.)

hi! i'm not sure which post you're referring to but I'm actually anti-capitalist. I think we need to dismantle capitalism as a system because it is inherently inhumane, working exactly as intended and therefore cannot be "fixed" without restructuring it entirely from the ground up; the devaluation of human labor and environmental destruction for profit is not a bug, it's a feature. i could delve into the kind of economic system that i think should replace it after dismantling it, however it's more of a thought exercise and until it becomes a plausible reality, i would rather focus on how we can make capitalism livable for the time being because we have no other choice. for example we could start by lowering rent, instituting a 4-day work week, and establishing support networks for homeless people. i'm not an economist so it's not like i have all the answers but according to the results from other countries who have applied these practices, it improves quality of life and the economy significantly.

as for prisons, i'm pro-abolition. you can check out my prison abolition tag for more information, but essentially prisons exist in this day and age as an industry that profits off of slave labor. many of our laws and their enforcers unfairly target minorities and lower class people, and the denial of convicts the right to vote is just another way our government strips vulnerable communities of their political power, autonomy, and supposedly inalienable rights. aside from the conviction of innocent people and people who did commit a crime but ultimately did no harm, i don't think it's the right of any individual (or government, for that matter) to imprison others. i think people tend to forget that "criminals" are human beings and deserving of the same rights as everyone else, and it is human nature to make mistakes. the important thing is the opportunity to do better. militarist propaganda has done an incredible job of convincing us that convicts are amoral and undeserving of our sympathy, turning society in general against them and destroying any sort of safety net they might have had or needed otherwise. and people are too busy clinging to the notion that criminals are subhuman and deserving of whatever punishment is dealt that they can't see that this is a slide into fascism, and that they can just as easily become "other" should they find themselves on the receiving end of the system. we are very close to living in a surveillance state, which means any minor offense or slip-up has the potential to completely decimate your chances at getting a job, applying for college, getting a loan, receiving housing, and especially being able to have a say in elections. it also makes you more likely to be arrested again on account of "suspected illegal activity", so your record follows you around for the rest of your life.

sorry this got so long but yeah, essentially capitalism and the prison industry are inhumane and should be abolished.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

thirty tags generally never being enough: LOS-307 also having a perfectly neurodivergent time manifesting as their having a distressing/harmful experience that goes ignored (as does their talking about it, from [forewarning] to [increasingly urgently remarking on it]) b/c no one else shares it, and their efforts to help themself out by requesting a break from a task that's overtaxing them or trying to cool the room to cool themself are thwarted b/c [not continuing to overheat for their own current wellbeing And to avoid its exacerbation and an outright crisis] is dismissed for [i do want to keep playing this game to win it though] and [i would be uncomfortable if cold]. also that when it's way too late it's like oh ok Now um well just cool down it's fine lol. just like irl. iconique autistique

[snarky-gourmet]

since ive seen this said abt 8 times now and im going to come unhinged lmfao. if u wanna argue that a mask/vaccine mandate directly led to roe v wade being done away with you are terminally stupid, there is actually no hope for you, and i am literally so sorry for everyone around you that you are incapable of thinking anything but complete shit garbage

[pleafyistired]

love being here cause i can be free and happy of shit and be oblivious and watch funny people do march ideas and cat photos and cool people showing me characters i have no interest it. its great i love it! its such a great place to relax and im so thankful to this place for teaching me "hey. chill. enjoy yourself. dont let other people force you into things you dont want to do and convince you youre evil for not doing it. maybe shit stucks, but fuck it we ball, and we're all together for this shit in the end"

[tiger-moran]

When people are unironically using the terms TMEs/TMAs or AFABs/AMABs or 'men, women and enbies' or fucking 'theyfabs'

[argreion]

Creating this post so everyone can spam me with boops idc who you are BUT DO IT

(reblog if I can spam you with like 100 boops or smth)

Edit: Y'ALL WILD???? ILY GUYS SM HOLY HELL???

EDIT 2: I CAN'T BOOP EVERYONE 100 TIMES IM SORRY I'LL BOOP Y'ALL 20 OR 50 TIMES PROMISE

EDIT 3 EDITED BC UHHHH

COMMENT IF YOU WANT BOOP SPAM OMG AHHHHH 😭

EDIT 4: I'M ALMOST AT TUMBLRRRRR HOLY SHIT?? Y'all are so sweet :((

EDIT 5: I AM HELLA LATE WITH MY BOOPS BCFSAIHC

EDIT 6:

Does anyone know anything bout this... Anything above Tumblr?

EDIT 7: Maybe like 8 hours later? Y'all are wild for 5k notes on this singular stupid post. Tbh I can't boop everyone in the comments but I'll try when I get on my laptop 😭

EDIT 8: I don't care if you autoclick my account to actual hell, ok! Literally just have fun booping! I'm never mad 😭

EDIT 9 AND PROBABLY FINAL EDIT: IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS, DO YOUR DAILY CLICKS! I SHOULD'VE DONE THIS SOONER BUT PLEASE!

Please do it! 🙏 Let's use the boop power to help others as well!

[deeoccasionallyspeaks]

nanami would never ignore you. but sometimes he likes to pretend he didn’t hear you call his name just so he can hear your sweet chirp one more time.

which actually shocked him when he first realized it because he usually hates when people say his name. it’s like nails on a chalkboard when gojo calls for him. he merely tolerates it when yuuji says his name because he knows the boy means no harm. hates when anyone else says his name because he knows 9 times out of 10 they’re going to have an annoying request of him.

however, when you’re in the other room & let out that sweet “keeennnn”, he doesn’t feel the irritation bubbling in him like it does with everyone else. it’s the opposite- he gets butterflies. all giddy, excited to see what it is you need. whether it’s help for something, his opinion, or just his presence, he loves to hear his name tumble off your tongue.

“ken?” you repeat, ending in a higher tone wondering if you weren’t loud enough the first time. but he heard you. & he thinks about not responding once more just to hear you again, but decides his desire to actually go find you is much more powerful. he smiles lightly to himself, putting his book on the coffee table before getting up and following the sound of your voice to the bedroom. he walks in, hands in his pockets and smile still plastered, leaning against the doorframe to find you sitting criss-cross in fronr of your shared body mirror. you see him in your reflection & match his smile, whipping your head around before asking

“wanna do face masks with me?”

as if he would ever say no to you.