flareboi · 6 months ago
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guys i dont really do tag games. like i’m never annoyed or upset at being tagged i just don’t do them
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bl00dw1tch · 1 year ago
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the way i have absolutely no business being the way i am
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#horse.txt#vent //#sort of. too high to be sad abt it im in anthropology mode and listening to music that makes me feel sexy so its fine yk#anyway i typed a whole bunch of other tags talking abt how and why i feel this way by going through a few of the events i can remember#from my childhood that Might explain why im so emotionally guarded and struggle to open up anymore.#bc i Wanted to say they all felt dumb and juvenile esp since ive actually like#made peace with most of the ppl who were involved with them#but the Anthropology mode was just tearing it all down as i typed it bc that Is just a ridiculous way to look at it no matter how you cut it#doesn't matter that nobody involved really Meant to deal that kind of harm and i dont need to hate or blame anyone in order to acknowledge#that it still just Happened. like thats a Memory already babe no do overs.#which is kind of just accidental therapy so sick. love that fir me genuinely!#but also yes theres the bitch part of me that still wants to discredit it bc acknowledging that it happened =/= Fixing My Issues#so im still at square one technically. ive just been pacing in circles on it for a while ig#EVEN WORSE that the Scale of my issues is so incredibly mundane compared to so many of the people i seem to meet.#sitting in bed crying abt not having friends for a few days in elementary school when other ppl have jojos bizarre adventure levels of Lore#i know im not technically invalid for feeling the way i do or anything but god. if it doesn't feel fucking Embarrassing to open up about😭#its impossible NOT to feel stupid and sensitive for having these first world ass problems. And letting them hold me back#bc ppl not liking me for any reason makes me sooooooooo fucking scared So fucking scared its not even funny 😝#at least. ppl in my Circles. im pretty ok about being assertive with randos#still some work to be done on it but its better than whatevers going on with my personal relationships rn#sincerely to my mutuals and loved ones who see this i swear to GOD i love you so so so fucking much and im so. im trying to figure out this#the stuff thats got me so distant and bad at keeping in touch. its a whole slew of feelings about how i see Myself--not yall#i double pinky promise cross my heart im extremely serious#thank you for being patient with me you mean more to me than im capable of putting into words right now#alright theres a shot of tears in the hollow of my collar bone time to wrap up this post#daily reminder that i love body hair. there's some honesty.#😎😎😎💪💪💪#the Quaritch under the cut is just to make me feel better bc i love him and i think hes so pretty. hes like a security blanket
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snapcracklepop-myjoints · 7 months ago
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i wrote this in the notes of another post originally and am copy + pasting it here because im right but "tell the cops nothing, tell the doctors everything" is such a stupid ass fucking abled take. doctors engage in policing idk how to explain to yall that some people cannot in fact just tell doctors everything without it putting them at risk
like im not gonna go into the myriad of ways this is bs but like a quick example is i cant tell my doctors about my substance use issues because if i get that listed on my medical records it will actively endanger me. It will impact how I'm treated in emergency situations and will get me labeled as "drug seeking" when i try to get other issues dealt with.
i dont say this to scare people but because this is actually important information for people to have. if a medical professional claims this isnt an issue, they are NOT "one of the good ones". they are either straight up lying or theyre utterly unaware, which is frankly not better. doctors are cops. never forget it
like YES tell ur doctor abt being sexually active but stop saying "tell the cops nothing and the doctor everything" before i start killing in cold blood
I KNOW THE ORIGINAL QUOTE. This is about how people misquote it, as well as how they view the phrase as meaning "all medical professionals". ALSO! emts are not the neutral figures you think they are. please stop spewing your lack of understanding on the topic all over my tags, its embarrassing. Paramedics kill people and engage in policing stop fucking shilling for them indiscriminately
finally, THIS POST IS ABOUT DRUGS. FIRST AND FOREMOST IT IS ABOUT DRUGS. THIS WAS WRITTEN BY AN ADDICT. the way yall are talking about addicts and drugs users in the tags is so fucking dehumanising. you are part of the problem. Id suggest non addicts shut their traps please and thank you.
similarly, before you comment, ask youself: am i an addict ? do i have an understanding of how addicts, particularly otherwise disabled addicts, have to navigate healthcare systems ? if not, consider SHUTTING THE FUCK UP. hope this helps !
read the notes before you leave a comment im so fucking serious. reblogs are off because none of you know how to act and i have zero patience at this point. if you think im being bitchy pls consider the fact that your stupid comment does not exist in a vacuum and i have received and deleted countless stupid notes and abusive asks on and about this post and your stupid comment exists within that context and i am fucking tired.
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kurv4 · 1 year ago
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#vent in the tags#WARNING: VENT IN THE TAGS!!#tbh its really hard to find disability community irl#at least in my country the amount of other disabled people i met is minimal and finding other disabled peopld my age?? impossible#ive been trying really hard to actually start accepting and defend my disability and try not to hide so much#but it feels really lonely not knowing anyone who is in a similsr situation as me#even tho im part of the lgbt community in my country and in my uni it doesnt erase me being disabeled and that 98% cant really understand#like yea i have few friends at uni who are neurodivergent but i still feel lonely in this regard#with that im not trying to say that they are any less disabled or have it easier or anything like thst#but its still pretty lonely being one of the few physically disabled people in my uni#and being almost all the time the only disabled person my friends even know#im kinda scared of also applying for jobs cause i dont even know if any minimum wage jobs would accept me#i wish i knew someone who is also phys disabled so i can ask them these things and get advice cause rn im so scared#how am i supposed to be even an adult person in society if i cant even get a minimum wage job? where am i supposed to live? what can i eat?#im really lucky my parents are supporting me rn at uni but what do i do after uni#also weird thibg is. why the fuck does it feel like i have to come out 3 separate times??#like why me having to tell someone im disabled feels like im coming out?? girl just look at me for 5 minutes#like. my previous clasmate of 3 years didnt know. WHAT DO U MEAN??#like we were friends. we saw each other 5 times a week for hours. u flirted with me when we were 16. are u dumb??#this is not even the tip of the ice berg. about like 70% of my friends dont know or didnt know until i told them.#like its pretty noticable and visible😭😭 it sounds almost fake that they would be that oblivious but sadly its true lol#anyways lol
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carbonfiction · 2 months ago
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Loving him loudly
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Warnings: none! Just a drabbled thought with a deep amount of soft fuff!
Masterlist | words: 533
Thinking heavily about loving Logan loudly. Bare with me here as i try to explain what i mean..
We talk alot about how logan would love, how at times its afraid and cautious (nervously even) but always deep, passionate and considerate.
However I feel we dont talk about what loving Logan would be like.. Much less Loving him loudly. Loving him unabashedly and undoubtedly, with your entire being. So much so its almost pathetic.
Heaven knows how long it took for those three little words to be uttered between you, first nervously, between shy and quiet glances before blossoming in actions, confidence and volume.
How it went from words whispered in the dead of night, two people wrapped in one anothers arms whilst everyone else slept sharing the most intimate of secrets, to broad daylight declarations in public over tea's and coffee's casual and easy.
Loving Logan loudly is never only showing your feeling mutely. Not just in keeping his cigar supply topped up or even doing his laundry with yours. Its more than cooking dinners, cleaning up together or brewing the other a drink in the morning. Never ever just in acts of service, physical touch or quiet affirmation.
Although you both offer those to one another regularly regardless.
Its loving him bold, proud and happy. Declaring those three words to him at every given chance like its the last words you'll ever be able to say. After all they had taken so long to be voiced, heard, felt.
You know he knows. Know he feels every single ounce of your fondness and affection for him. And in turn you feel his.
But Loving logan loudly is reassurance. Its looking into his eyes while holding all the broken and messily fixed parts of him cradled in your palms and telling him its okay with gentle smile and kind eyes. That Its okay. No matter what hes been through its always okay. The good, bad and ugly he knows follow him like ghosts dont matter to you, not really, just as long its him is by your side and breathing.
Loving him is finding unbridled comfort in the presence of another. It doesnt matter how either of you look, scared skin or soft. Well slept or kept awake.
Nor does it matter wether your wrapped in his large arms or simply wearing one of his shirts, tags hanging around your neck. big or small its pieces of Logan, pieces that had been collected so gently despite his roughness. therefore its comfort; and that is more than enough.
Its a vow to him. That no matter what happens or where you are, you are his. That he matters in a way so beyond himself and his person. It is him you need to come home to, to lay next to at night.
He is the only one able to bring such contentment and peace enough to fill your soul a thousand times over.
Loving Logan loudly is telling him "i love you" in the light, the dark, anything and everything in between any time and anywhere. Because you do, you love him more than anything you've ever known.
And you believe, so wholehearted and genuinely that its brought you to tears, Logan Howlett deserves to know hes loved. And my god does he deserve to feel it.
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notiddygxthgf · 11 months ago
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PROLOGUE
★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader
★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)
★ c.w.: drinking (more content warnings and tags)
★ a/n: OMG! im so excited to finally start publishing this fanfic. ive been sitting on it for a minute. DISCLAIMER LOL I dont condone the behavior observed in this story (even if I myself would have done it in a heartbeat) anything for papa nanami. im so normal about him (I have daddy issues). if ur new around here, say hi! if you've read my other ffs then welcome back teehee. chapter is not beta'd. we die like men. (I would recommend listening to the song while u read)
★ w.c.; 3k
my kinda love; chapter index
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THE HORRORS. He dreamt about them often. Most of his dreams were of a similar nature; long, detailed, brutal. Bloody, at times. When he wasn’t kept up by the memories, he was dreaming about them – as if they had followed him into his slumber. When he woke up, his burdens were heavy on his shoulders. He would repeat this cycle every day.
He was compensated rather well for his traumas. Well was an understatement. Maybe it wasn’t… after all, no amount of money could ever possibly make up for the things he had seen.
He repeated the same cycle every single day.
“Nanami?” A soft voice shook him out of his reverie. It was his therapist – a woman of short stature with long, brown hair and a business-casual outfit on. 
He raised his brows, doing his best to appear as if he had been listening the entire time. “Yes?”
“I asked you if you’ve had any romantic pursuits recently,” She answered. Her smile was warm, patient, but the clipboard in her lap said otherwise. He was paying for her time. “Any efforts to let new people into your life…?”
Nanami’s face wore a blank expression. He fiddled with the hands folded neatly in his lap. “As in… dating?”
“Dating counts, yeah,” She nodded. She tapped the edge of her purple pen against the page rhythmically while she awaited his reply. 
He thought of the innumerable faceless women he had spent the evening with. He thought of warm mouths, soft lips, and supple bodies; Countless beautiful women he had tricked into thinking they had a chance at something more than a one night stand. Every time a potential suitor came along, he found himself being scared away by intimacy.
Not sex. He was no stranger to that, nor to its remarkable ability to take his mind off of the stress. It was what lurked in the shadows that daunted him – the lingering touches, the good morning messages, the heartfelt gestures. He could handle it when he was the one dishing it out, but the moment the energy was returned, every single time, he would find himself running away.
It was a dangerous game. He knew he was an evil, cold-hearted, bad man. A part of him wished he could have done right by those select women he had courted (for rather brief periods of time). The more sensible part of him knew he simply didn’t have the time nor the energy to confront his issues and commit to a single woman. 
So he continued to ignore his problems – finding comfort in a warm bed and a warm body whenever he could. Sex made for one hell of an emotional crutch when it was the only thing that seemed to make you feel anything other than indifference.
Indifference. That was the only thing he felt these days. That, and the rush – the pursuit of animalistic passion in favor of neglecting his personal qualms. The temporary escape from his permanent issues.
“I’ve had quite a few,” He answered after a pause that seemed to stretch on for a moment too long. “Commitment is a bit of an issue for me, still, but I’m making an effort to work on it.”
Only partially a lie.
“That’s great, Nanami!” She smiled. She clicked her pen against the page, scribbling something down before she turned her attention back to him. “Tell me more about that effort. Have you been letting those emotional walls down?”
He fought the urge to grit his teeth together at her inquiry. If you can call ghosting three women in the last month and a half letting walls down.
“I’ll be honest,” He sighed. Sitting back in his leather loveseat, he crossed one leg over the other. “I’m starting to believe I’m unable to open up to another person on that level.”
“Don’t say that, Nanami,” She scribbled something down. Her eyes weren’t even on him when she uttered this. “I think you just need to put yourself out there a little more. Ease yourself into that intimacy you typically shy away from.”
Put myself out there.
He thought again of the countless women he had been with.
“Forgive me for being vulgar,” He admitted. “But I think I have enough sex.”
“Not that,” She laughed quietly, shaking her head. “Intimacy and sex are two completely different things, Nanami – though they often intersect. You should try exploring non-sexual intimacy with a partner.”
“Non-sexual intimacy…” He reiterated. The term felt foreign as it rolled off of his tongue. “What do you mean by that?”
Was that what he had been missing? Non-sexual intimacy?
“Letting someone be vulnerable with you – being vulnerable with someone. The softness, that stuff that makes a relationship more than just physical. Other than love, that is,” She answered. Her manicured fingers smoothed over the page before flipping it. She was like clockwork. “There’s something healing about having a soft and, in your case, feminine presence in your life that you can be vulnerable with.”
“I’ve thought about it, but I’ve never acted,” He said. Casting a sideways glance at the analog clock on her desk, he asked, “Does that make me selfish? Shying away from non-sexual intimacy because I don’t understand it – even though I allow myself to indulge in sexual intimacy?”
“It makes you human, I think,” She smiled softly, writing something else down. Her brown eyes flitted up to meet him with unfounded warmth. “You should try letting someone in, Nanami. Might be worth a shot. What do you have to lose?”
Everything, was his first thought.
“I suppose you’re right,” He sighed anyway. 
The faint buzz of the neon sign before him grew louder as he approached it. It was hardly audible over the deep buzz of the bass coming from the other side of the door. The words “Cat House” blinked periodically, illuminating his tired face in its glow each time.
“You’re taking him to a strip club?” Nanami grumbled. Still, shutting the door of the sleek black vehicle behind him, he glanced at the glowing pink sign. “The kid is turning 21.”
After his white-haired-blue-eyed long-term-acquaintance stepped out from the other side of the SUV, the driver pulled off. Gojo wiped his hands off on the fabric of his suit. “Not just any strip club! My favorite strip club!”
“You’re a regular,” He sighed, shaking his head. “Of course you are.”
“You, my friend, need to learn how to have some fun,” Gojo hummed. He brushed past Nanami, making his way to the stairway that undoubtedly descended to the entrance. “Yuuji’s gonna love it!”
Nanami followed after Gojo, flicking his cigarette onto the ground below his feet. His footsteps crunched against the gravel pathway. “If this is what your definition of fun is, I don’t think you should have been the one planning out his birthday.”
“What would you have done? Take him to an arcade?” Gojo waved him off. He nodded towards the door the two men now stood in front of. “Kid’s 21, not 12. Let’s go inside.”
"Hard pass," Nanami answered calmly. He straightened his tie out, suddenly feeling rather overdressed for the occasion – especially considering the kind of establishment this was .
"Yes we are."
"I have better things to do."
"Like what? Moping and pouting at home?" Gojo interjected, reaching for his  arm – which Nanami quickly pulled out of his grasp. “It’s Yuuji’s birthday. Go celebrate with a lapdance, or something.
Gojo grabbed his arm again. Getting the strong feeling that he would simply try again if he pulled his arm away, Nanami let him.
“I will be doing nothing of the sort,” He grumbled. Still, he allowed Gojo to pull him into the entryway.
A low and seductive saxophone medley poured out from the speakers, and Nanami nearly considered turning back there and then. Gojo – with Nanami in tow – approached a rather scantily clad woman near the door. 
“Hi, doll. Party for Itadori?” He asked.
The hostess nodded. Gathering a few menus, she stepped out from behind the counter – wearing nothing more than a micro skirt and a bikini top. “Right this way,” she said.
The two men followed her into the club. Everything – everything – was pink. As pink as Yuuji’s hair, with red chairs and booths scattered throughout. It looked like the place had been designed by fucking Cupid himself. There were dozens of dancers strutting around the place – all of which wore tiny skirts and tight tops. 
Nanami didn’t miss the way Gojo’s eye’s trailed over the hostess’s ass while she led them over to their booth.
“The dancers here are phenomenal," Gojo said to him, raising his voice so that he was louder than the music. The stage was surrounded by at least 15 tables, all of which were packed with very excited-looking men. Conveniently enough, their table sat front-and-center to the stage. 
"Can I get you started with something to drink?”  The woman said, gesturing to the booth. “Or would you like to wait for the rest of your party?”
Gojo sank into one of the cushiony chairs at the table, and Nanami did the same. The cushion was a bright red velour. It was soft – he really didn’t wanna think about what sort of stories the chair could tell. 
“A strawberry margarita for me, please– extra dirty,” Gojo answered. He didn’t even have to look at the menu. Fuckin’ party animal.
The lady nodded, then turned her gaze to Nanami.
He had to think for a moment before he asked. “Do you have wine?”
“Yeah,” She hummed. “What kind?”
“Merlot, please,” He answered. “Bring the whole bottle.”
The lady nodded, and again, he caught the way Gojo shamelessly stared at the woman's ass as she walked away. Once he was certain they were alone, he asked his eccentric friend, "The drinks any good here?"
"You ask that after you order a whole bottle of it?" The man chuckled, crossing one leg over the other and rather conspicuously nudging Nanami’s leg with his foot. "They’re alright. The key is to get wasted enough that they taste better.”
That’s terrible advice. Nanami knew better than to try to argue with Gojo. He had long since learned his lesson. Instead, he tried to see the bright side of the whole situation. Perhaps this night out would help him take his mind off of everything
Yuuji and his friends had arrived only thirty minutes earlier, and they were already drunk. They were cackling loudly – so loudly that they were beginning to draw attention. Gojo, wiping away tears from laughing so hard, was clapping his hands together in amusement.
There was a brief moment of silence, during which Gojo went for the tequila bottle and poured everyone another round of shots. The clear liquid seemed to catch the light just slightly, just enough that it glistened as he raised his glass.
“Lovely students, gather ‘round!” He slurred, a drunken sparkle in his eyes. He tapped the side of his glass with a metal fork – the resulting clink cut right through the laughter.
The group hushed as all eyes focused on him. “I want to make a toast!” He announced after a dramatic pause. He glanced at poor Yuuji, with his “birthday girl” sash and matching tiara, and proclaimed, “I wanna thank all of you for gathering here to celebrate our beloved birthday girl’s special night!”
All eyes turned to Yuuji, who wore a dopey, beaming grin.
Gojo stood up from his chair, bringing the glass of tequila with him. Nanami watched with moderate intrigue – only because there was a 50% chance that his alcoholic beverage could wind up all over his shirt. 
“To Yuuji!” he declared, raising his glass high.
The group raised their glasses together. For a moment, Nanami felt a warmth in his chest – a rare moment of contentment amidst all of the chaos. Everyone was okay. They were here . Happy.
“To Yuuji!” They echoed.
He raised my own glass a moment too late, then threw it down the hatch. The bitter taste of the liquor as it flowed down Nanami’s throat and warmed his chest was not unwelcome. 
 Yuuji, however, nearly gagged on his, swallowing slowly before erupting into a fit of coughs.
Laughter erupted once again, and Nobara affectionately patted Yuuji on the back. As the group continued to revel in the celebration, the lights dimmed.
"Oh shit, I think the show is starting," Yuuji exclaimed.
"Quiet down, everyone! Gojo chimed in, his usual exuberance heightened by the alcohol.
As the lights dimmed even more, the atmosphere shifted. The group settled into their seats, anticipation filling the air. Yuuji, still wearing his birthday girl sash, looked around with wide eyes, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
The curtains gracefully rolled open just a moment later, ushering in a pulsating beat as a shadow emerged from the stage's depths. Gojo couldn't help but nearly roll his eyes at the sheer absurdity of it all. Gliding effortlessly to the stage's forefront was the dancer, adorned in a fetching ensemble—a pretty pink G-string paired with a matching corset adorned with little embroidered hearts. Her hair was styled into two low pigtails, and from where Nanami stood, he couldn't deny she was, well, kind of pretty.
The rhythmic beat filled the restaurant as the dancer began to sway her hips, accompanied by the provocative lyrics.
‘Tell nobody I control you
I broke you just to hold you,’
She placed a hand on her shoulder, trailing it around her neck before seductively sliding it down her glimmering, scantily-clad chest. The spotlight painted her feminine silhouette with hues of pink and red, and Nanami couldn't resist letting his gaze drift a little lower.
‘They can’t tell, but I love you,’
Grasping the pole behind her, the dancer executed snakelike hip movements. Her hands remained wrapped around the pole as she pressed her back against it, biting her bottom lip in a tantalizing squat. Legs opened, hips gyrating, she beckoned the audience forward. Nanami's eyes dropped below the belt once more as her body rippled enticingly to the beat.
‘Cause you’re loyal, baby,
I love when you’re submissive,’
She was undeniably gorgeous. Her attire accentuated her curves, and her movements exuded confidence and sensuality.
‘Love it when I break skin,’
Gojo, in his usual flamboyant manner, clapped his hands and whistled at the dancer. Nanami turned to him, eyebrows raised in surprise, as if silently conveying, "She's hot." Gojo simply smiled in return.
‘You feel pain without flinchin’...
So say it…’
She stepped around the pole, so that her long, athletic legs were spread in front of it, her back was straight, and her hands were clasped around the pole above her head. She demanded attention – something reflected by the hoots and whistles resonating throughout the room.
‘Give me tough love,’
Slowly, she slid into a squat.
‘Leave me with nothing when I come down,
My kinda love,’
From there, she crawled onto her hands and knees, arching her back, rolling her hips against the floor in a way that had Nanami’s eyes blinking rapidly. She grinded and crawled, eventually transitioning onto her back, where she backbended and then cartwheeled onto her feet again.
‘Push me and choke me ‘til I pass out.’
His jaw would have been on the floor if he didn’t have an image to uphold.
Returning to her confident strides around the pole, she stopped to roll her body against it, smoothing her hands over her smooth bottom, eyes scanning the audience. Sliding her hands up her inner thighs, she flipped her hair up and then rolled back up slowly. She dropped down into another squat, then – spinning on the balls of her feet – she rolled over the floor, kicking her legs up into a split, hands on the ground, back arched.
‘ We don’t gotta be in love, no,
I don’t gotta be the one, no’
She’s amazing, he found himself thinking.
She rolled onto her stomach, pushed herself back onto her knees, and arched her back – all while running her hands over her torso, her waist. Her hips rolled forward, making a little riding motion that made Nanami reconsider his harsh words towards his comrade earlier in the evening.
‘I just wanna be one of your girls tonight’.
Spinning around to face the crowd on her knees, she crawled onto her hands and knees. She arched her back slowly, sensually – in an almost feline fashion – with her ass and heels pointed up.
She pushed herself onto her feet, hands holding her heels, rolling up slowly again – this time dagging her hand up the length of her smooth, long legs. She reached for the pole, rolling her body against it.
‘Push me down, hold me down,
Spit in my mouth while you turn me out,’
Is she even going to use the pole? Nanami wondered. He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. It looked difficult – something he could never imagine himself being able to do. And, shit, for what it was worth, she was putting on one hell of a show without it.
‘I wanna take your light inside,
Dim me down, snuff me out,
Hands on my neck while you push it out,
And I’m screamin’ out’
She hooked her leg around the pole – as if she had heard Nanami’s internal inquiry, and flipped up onto it. In one smooth motion, she seemed to defy gravity. Her legs were pointed up, straight towards the ceiling as the pole rotated slowly. Then, before Nanami could catch his breath, her legs split open.
‘Give me tough love,
Leave me with nothin’ when I come down.’
She looked so fucking… perfect, so remarkable. He found himself entirely hypnotized by her. Her back was arched, pressed up against the pole – hell, her whole body was bent backward. He had never seen someone do an upside down split in mid air with only their hands as support, let alone do it so effortlessly.
‘My kinda love,
Force me and choke me ‘til I pass out.’
Her eyes scanned the shouting crowd with a seductive expression. She wrapped her legs around the back of the pole. Then, still upside down, she relaxed her grip on the base of the pole, sliding down until her hands met the ground. 
He was surprised her breasts hadn’t spilled out of their containers by now.
‘We don’t gotta be in love, no
I don’t gotta be the one, no,
I just wanna be one of your girls tonight.’
In one fluid motion, she opened her legs and cartwheeled away from the pole. She sauntered up to the front of the stage again, sliding her hands up her hips, her stomach, her chest, her neck. Nanami’s eyes followed her hands hungrily on their journey up, and then again on their way down, down, down. With her hands on her knees, she sunk into a squatting position. 
‘We don’t gotta be in love, no
I don’t gotta be the one, no’
Nanami gaped at the stage. She was absolutely stunning. Her body moved with grace, and her long legs worked those heels in a way that left his head spinning. The way her hands gripped the pole ignited a desire in Nanami's fingers to reach out and touch her.
‘I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh.’
Strutting to the stage's front, she sank back down to her knees, this time facing away from the audience. Slowly, she bent over backward, bridging off the stage into the audience. What struck Nanami the hardest wasn't the sparkle of her chest or the way her hair framed her pretty eyes; it was the way she looked right at him.
‘ Lock me up and throw away the key,
He knows how to get the best out of me,
I’m no fool for the world to see, 
Trade my whole life just to be.’
And Nanami, normally a man of composure, felt the blood rush to his face. He felt something stir deep within his chest – a sensation he hadn’t felt in years. Her half-lidded, smokey eyes gazed into his with the intensity of a thousand wildfires—unwavering, unrelenting, glimmering. She was fucking beautiful.
Droplets of sweat slid down her chest, and she smirked before extending her arm towards him. An unfamiliar, small hand gently caressed the side of his face. Nanami's heart raced, the scent of sweat and perfume leaving him reeling for more.
Then, as if nothing had transpired, the dancer pulled herself back onto her knees and continued with her routine.
Nanami's head spun, utterly captivated. He felt Gojo tap him on the shoulder. 
“She’s good, ain’t she?” He shouted over the sultry beat.
As the bills rained down around the captivating dancer, Nanami found himself unable to tear his gaze away. Gojo's words still echoed in his ears, but a stubborn sense of restraint kept him from joining in the display of buffoonery.
Gojo, undeterred by Nanami's refusal, slid him some bills anyway. "Tip her," Gojo insisted. Before Nanami could protest further, Gojo walked away.
Left alone, Nanami hesitated, his gaze alternating between the bills in his hand and the dancer on stage, who continued her mesmerizing routine, seemingly unaffected by the cascade of money around her.
‘We don’t gotta be in love, no
I don’t gotta be the one, no’
He yearned to be closer to her. It was a strange feeling – one that he hadn’t felt before. He yearned to see her, to hold her, to…
The bills felt weighty in his hand, a tangible representation of the internal struggle Nanami was experiencing. After a moment of contemplation, he made a decision. With a determined look, he rolled his thumb over the bills one last time, then threw them up into the air.
Dollar bills danced around the woman as she moved, and she seemed to lock eyes with Nanami, a subtle smile playing on her lips. 
‘I just wanna be one of your girls tonight’.
He wasn’t enamored.
No, he definitely wasn’t enamored with the absurdly pretty exotic dancer on the stage. That’s what he told himself.
And even though he had slandered Gojo for being a frequent patron of the club before that night, he joined the rank of regular himself not very long after.
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a/n: hi pookie cookie bookie butts! I didnt like this specific chapter, but I never like my first chaps. thats why I make prologues lol!! the story will get much better I swear. tell me your thoughts, requests, remarks, etc in the comments, as always!! love u all <333 -Leo
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flower-boi16 · 8 months ago
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sorry for the incoming rant.
(cw for: mainly arophobia but also mentions of acephobia and mentions of people shipping an abuser with their victim)
praying for the teens and pre teens who think hazbin is *the* show for queer rep or progressive in any matter. it scares me immensely. not only the blatant fetishism and sex negativity and whatnot, but the fact people are being taught that labels *don't mean anything* and that they can do whatever they want (with a character).
yeah, "i gave my characters labels but fuck those labels ship whatever you want" is SURELY a great sentiment to leave behind. surely nobody would erase or discriminate against labels and identity, right? surely people WOULDN'T repsect labels and identities, right?*COUGH* *COUGH*
seriously the amount of ace- but more aro-phobia in that cult/clusterfuck in that fandom is insane. i hate how the aro tag has been poisoned/infiltrated by red twink no. 45 because of shipping discourse, and these people are being enabled by their "leader", never being lectured correctly. these people will ONLY listen to anyone who either agrees with them or isn't part of said label/identity. im so pissed. aros have little to none rep AT ALL and even then people will erase existing rep or come up with shitty excuses (if i hear the phrase "b-but aros can still date!!" one more time im breaking something. you dont care about the AROMANTIC dating experience, you only care about your stickmen kissing. period.). its more than exhausting.
i am not the only aro and aro-ace severly pissed off by this but im afraid there's nothing we can do. these people ship a severly traumatized victim and their assaulter together so im not suprised. at all.
all i came to know is that nobody actually fucking cares about representation or labels- they're all hopping around in fanfiction-shipping wonderland and bullying people relentlessly if they DARE to think otherwise. and they're being enabled.
-an exhausted and "done" aromantic. (i'm also on the ace spectrum but that's not as important to me right now- even though striker- the only one that's not horny 24/7 and clearly sex-repulsed or at least disgusted, is played as a big joke, but i believe someone else already said that. but that alone should raise eyebrows.)
Honestly, I don't even know what to add other than...this fandom kinda sucks. Like first bullying someone into killing themselves over shipping stuff and now this? And the fact that Viv doesn't call out ANY of this shit at all makes it worse.
Look, I'm of the opinion that we should not blame a creator for having a shitty fandom, HOWEVER, Viv needs to stop enabling her fans and say SOMETHING about this behavior.....but she isn't. Like, she could just say "hey guys stop doing this pls" buuuuut no. She's too busy whining about people criticizing her shows to actually do that.
Alastor is aroace guys, stop trying to erase that part of him just so you can drool over him. Just do that for LITTERALY ANY OTHER CHARACTER. It's that simple.
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notmyprey · 3 months ago
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Hi! Uhm I’m new, I love your blog! But I’m just nervous I’ll be judged by others that I like this stuff
Hey I am so so sorry about how long it took me to get to this. I have been thinking this over quite a bit, since this is in fact a very serious thing. (I also have been really busy, which hasn't helped in the speed at which I answer asks)
Firstly, thank you! I am always so happy when people find my art/content as entertaining as I do!
Secondly, in regards to the judgment.
Unfortunately, no matter what you do, someone will judge you. But when you want something enough, when you care about something enough, you will find places and groups where that judgment lessens. I have found my place here, a place where, although no one knows my irl name, they know me by a name I answer to. Although no one knows my face, they do know a truer face of myself than many do in real life. People here know me and often know a more freeing part of me.
I think being here, on Tumbler, has been so freeing and overall rewarding. I know you may be scared of the judgment, but there are ways to lessen it. (I will give tips on how to do this later on)
Although our community has its faults, it is kind at heart and truely is trying to do what they think is best to keep others safe. Although many disagree with the methods, it always comes back to the fact that we want to have a safe place to express ourselves. This, our community, in reality, is a decently safe place.
That being said, I know the fear of harassment is very real. So if you guys want my tips on how to avoid harassment, here are some things I've found:
Dont post political views (outside of DNI lists) on your sfw vore blog. This often can lead to people who dont agree with your view on said matter to seek you out for hate. I have seen this time and time again, I whole heartedly recommend a dedicated blog to that stuff, or even creating a new/separate account for it.
Dont spam tags. This is basic, but often overlooked. Make sure you tag your posts right, or people may block you because you did post something triggering and they saw it.
Dont reblog Willy nilly. This can lead to mishaps, such as accidentally rebloging a post from an nsfw blog. Try to make sure you are rebloging from people you know are safe.
Dont threaten, even jokingly, anyone unless you make it 100% clear it is a joke. This goes for your friend, others, and even people who are mean to you. This is often overlooked, but can easily come to bite you in the ass when your words are used to make you look violent and sporadic.
If people criticize you, even unjustly, try to at least think about where those words may be coming from. I have someone call me a pedo in the past, and although I am very ace, I understand it was probably coming from a place of hurt. Whether it was their hurt or someone they knew, it was probably a subject that was important, and if they see any of the same trends as when they/another was hurt, they will point it out. Dont get angry and aggressive, no matter how much you want to. If you need to, step away.
If troll annons start invading your ask box, either turn off annon or stop answering. Answering annons like that too often only fuels the fire, trolls, not haters, but trolls specifically feed off of your reaction. There is nothing for you to often grasp onto in those moments since the face you are talking to is faceless. So, either scarcely answer trolls, or dont answer them at all.
Dont get involved in community discourse when possible. Unless your hand is forced or it is an unavoidable matter, it is best to stay out of discourse. If you still want to know what others thing/help in a muxg safer way, often, I will message others I trust about their views on the matter (or if they are involved asking if they are doing ok), but rarely anything beyond that. Its difficult, seeing people you know be in the rough situations, but often stepping in when not necessary leads to more problems than it does help.
Please note that these are just some of the things I do that help me. Other people may have their own way of keeping harassment away from their blog, but this is mine.
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niredsw · 1 month ago
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okay here goes nothing please dont be mad at me for this afterwards
i am so fucking tired of feeling left out in every. single. friendgroup. i'll ever have.
i just cant stop thinking "what if they hate me secretly" "they probably laugh behind me" "they probably talk about how annoying and stupid i am when im not there" and this one is pretty stupid but "what if they have another groupchat that im not in and they talk there all day and thats why they never talk to me" i know people said it a million times but i really cant stop thinking like this.
(you have every right to be mad for this part its not even a big thing why am i sad over this)
just today a new friend of mine decided to co peletely ignore my existence and talk with another friend of hers, and thats okay, really, she has other friends and i have other friends aswell, its okay. the thing is i went to her class to talk to her and she just walked beside me, exitted her class and went to mine to talk with her another friend. i know im short but like she shoul've seen me right? i dont know this feels so stupid when i say it out loud
then theres the server, dont get me wrong please i love every one of you so much its just im not active 24/7 and that makes me feel left out. there are certain people who are active all day or people that are loved by everyone and even if they wont answer for days everyone is always having fun with them, i know im not the best friend a person can ask for but i'm really trying my best and i just want to be loved the same amount as i love people, do i really want so much? its really stupid, really, but fuck it no one would probably even see this so fuck it we ball
today when the staff was talking about if we should invite someone or not, everyones opinion was asked, the people that didnt respond were tagged, but i wasnt. this is really really stupid but it just made me feel horrible, like i didnt matter
yeah i know its pretty stupid.
im just too scared that people will lost interest in me one day and i'll just be forgotten, ignored, not important anymore. im so scared we will have a huge fight over something stupid i said and never talk again, then after a few months someone will mention my name and people will just say "we were friends once, never liked her anyways"
i know its really stupid its just how i feel
i fucking hate my attachment issues. i spam people a lot amd then get sad when they dont respond, and i dont even know why i do it myself
im just an obsessive idiot whos always scared of people leaving her. but i never realize how annoying and stupid i sound and then i get sad when they leave me, even tho the signs were super obvious that we were drifting away
im sorry this is stupid i dont need any help i just needed to scream to the void
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oceanwithouthermoon · 11 months ago
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least favorite saiki ship and why ?
IT SCARES ME THAT THIS IS ON ANON. WHAT IF I SAY THAT I HATE A SHIP AND THEN IT TURNS OUT THE PERSON THAT ASKED THIS IS LIKE THE CEO OF THAT SHIP OR SOMETHING.
... its torisai LMAO.
i dont like saying it on here much cuz its one of the most popular ships in the fandom (the number one most popular ship is kubokai, and im not a fan of that either ☠️ i just think theyre the ship you get from looking at the show/manga purely at surface level and just picking two characters that are close friends and saying 'they should date' even though they wouldnt actually fit together.. i just dont see it personally lol.. OKAY ANYWAY SORRY-) but i really dont like torisai 🧍🏻‍♀️
(im about to talk about sa under this, fair warning)
i literally just posted today about people shipping things in ways that mildly trigger me, and torisai shippers do it pretty bad !! for some reason, mikorei shippers and yumetori shippers etc dont really do the thing that torisai shippers do where they romanticize sexual assault in the way they write them.. im not sure why that is, maybe they think that men cant be sa'd in the way women can ? they think cuz its a gay ship that its okay to write tori sexually harassing and assaulting him (+acting like its cute, not tagging it accordingly with warnings, etc) ? crazy. especially since saiki is implied to be a victim of sa (or at least is canonically a victim of sexual harassment and attempted sa) by his brother..
that whole thing is something i genuinely think is awful and nobody should romanticize sa, but toritsuka isn't inherently awful and still had potential and good character development, so that alone doesnt really make the ship that bad since the shippers are the problem.. i actually used to be okay with it until the shippers ruined it for me, but thinking critically about it (and thinking about WHY the shippers believe that their dynamic is so sexually abusive) did make me realize how much the ship sucks anyway.. (imo !!)
its partly because i project onto saiki, but i already mentioned how saiki is canonically a victim of (at least attempted) sa, and i reallly believe that he would not be interested in dating someone who is so obsessed with sex to the point where he canonically sexually harasses people and tries to peep without their consent !! he is literally an sa victim, obviously that would make him so uncomfortable!!
their friendship at the end of the series is nice and one of the most developed in the series, so i get where people got the ship from, cat tank incident invites a lot of content about them... but toritsuka still has a lot of work to do on himself before he can date ANYONE, and ESPECIALLY a literal sa victim..
when he saw saiki as a girl, one of the first things he did was DIRECTLY ask him about his boobs.. WHY WOULD HE DATE HIM AFTER THAT SKSNKAKAMSK..
actually lol, when i made that post today about ship content that triggers me, part of that was specifically inspired by torisai shippers lol.. (not all ofc and no hate, it just isnt my thing !! torisai mutuals i love u please don't unfollow me..) ive seen multiple people post about how they love torisai BECAUSE they would be absolutely awful for each other and bring out the worst in one another.. like hmm.. great for you if you enjoy that, but that is entirely why i DONT ship it !! i hate ships like that, i love my fluffy healthy romantic ships !!
okay anyway anyway, i love their platonic friendship, they care about each other lots, theyre one of the most developed in the series, their friendship has lots of potential, etc.. i just dont see it romantically !!! maybe in the far far future, but definitely not at the point they are at the end of the series..
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himbos-hotline · 3 months ago
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i dont think hes using them the way that like other people do, ya know the "theres no love there, he doesnt care" cuz with hangman. everthing he does is BECAUSE he cares, he cares about everyone else apart from himself, and hes been becoming the very thing he swore not to become all those years ago since his death match with mox
I think he's kinda using them as a form of protection, theyve always been his home even when he wasnt a part of the elite, theyve always thought about one another and hanger seems to constantly be thinking about them- the turned around picture in the bte episode old dirty photograph and "theres a lot I need to say to them...him", the weird obessiveness over kenny to the bucks when him and kenny were a tag team, less in a "if i cant have kenny, nobody can" way but in a "if kenny sees that im not good enough, hell leave me and so will them." also Matt is always the one to be the one to poke and yank at the wounds theyve left on Hanger, those cuts the the elite have given him. "do you remember ME? do you remember US?" Matt always seeing himself at the like, most important in hangers eyes. Fuck, the bucks are the reason why hanger was chosen for the bullet club and then WHY he is in aew- THEY CHOSE HIM. and even if hes not purposely or logically thinking about that, he KNOWS that. Hangman isnt stupid, hell he was with the bucks when the break in happened, its very to get deep into hangmans brain, to lodge yourself in their you hurt his family. Much like with matt, if you want to like, become a thorn under his skin,a knife that matt just cant reach, you use and hurt nick. If you want to get into their brains you hurt their family.
The bucks are still hangmans family, and theyre not good people but theyre not bad people either. at least not in the simpliest definition. theyre complicated and its hard to explain while im currently sweating my tits off, but hanger isnt like "abusing the bucks trust" he is just as scared as they are, just as nervous that he is regressing, hes drinking again and self isolating exactly what we saw in 2021 and thats what FTR prayed upon and the bucks saw that and were direct vicitims of Hangman being mentally abused so in theri minds theyre trying to someone...make it better, prevent the same thing form happening despite them knowing that its a hopeless endever. Theyre never ending pushing a bolder up a hill, theyre getting their livers pecked out by birds but none of that matters, if that makes hangman happy. if that means that he, even if its just subconsiously, he knows that theyre the place he can run too
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expendables-ropg · 2 months ago
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THE EXPENDABLES: R O P G
So who we are? we are a group of expendables sended down here to get the cristal
''so you all are trying your hardest to get the cristal and not die, right?''
....weeeeell, no, we just are messing around the facility :p
But here's the
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Redy
Sup its me, redy!
Im a 19 years old idiot, i was accused of second degree murder and kidnapping 4 innocents, other people say i shouldnt be here and that my crimes are faked, which the worse part is that its true
i like strawberries and Poyo, but i dont like Diving (EVEN THOUGH IM OBLIGATED TO DO SO)
i like talking with others and looking at everything, others call me curious (and stupid), but who knows if theres a little drawer with research somewhere?
Also i have a gun (:
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And here's the
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Orany
Hello everyone my name is Orany, im the 22 year old kind of girl that if you stop watching for a second is gonna fucking stab you in the back
why? it would be fun
I like grewy (because hes my boyfriend ) and baked potatoes, and im terrified of heights, have you never felt scared of being so high that you feel how your body could at any moment fall to the floor and die?
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So here's the
(she asked for a more formal Divider)
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Piky
yeaaa...so im Piky, the smartest one of these guys-
''thats a lie one of the many deaths you had you literally died to Searchlights because you-''
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I UNDERSTAND
Im just trying to do my job here, tho being silly like these idiots isnt that bad, sometimes is fun, makes me forget my crimes lmao
I dont like nothing or no one at the moment
i fucking hate @asksearchlights, and her stupid wife
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Anyways, here we founded the
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Grewy
howdy, im Grewy!
i have been sentenced to death penalty because of Murdering 6 people because of an explosion i caused and arson
yea no balls, im telling my crimes
I like Orany (Orany my beloved❤️) and pizza, i dont like darkness....
I like being silly even thought other people looks at me scared, im sure they will eventually get used to it, but i can also be S E R I U S when i need to be
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QUICK REMINDER!:
This is a vague description of the characters, theres a lot more about them that you will figure out in rps
How to apply to the new blog
Rules:
-I dont want politics in this askblog
-NO NSFW
-im okay with suggestive things but remember theres a limit
-Im fine with gore, and i love rping
-Anyone can ask, and better if its asked by a askblog
RP guide:
''Redy talks in a red color''
''Orany talks in a orange color''
''Piky talks in a pink color''
''Grewy talks in a green color''
[This means ooc/mod talking]
*This is how to say an action*
If you want to do a rp, start your ask with ''{RP}'' or ''{RolePlay}''
Tags:
#Expendables ropg responds - (answers to your asks)
#Expendables ropg art - (share art, theres no drawings of them yet so go wild!)
#OC to ROPG interactions - (any interaction of your OC to any ROPG member)
Inspiration:
This whole blog is inspired by @asksearchlights blog, which was also inspired by @ask-eyefestation blog
Also the game from this blog is Pressure from Roblox
Quick mod notes/edits:
-Mod native language isnt english, so i will probably do grammar mistakes, sorry ):
[ mod is He/Him]
This blog was supposed to be done to rp with @asksearchlights blog, but at this point i dont understand whats going on so i stopped rping there, so i guess this is now its own thing?
I have indeed reached the final part of the game, but died unfortunately
this blog is probably not related to the original game, so expect silly stuff/theories / any headcanon / and funny momments to happend here, after all the point is to have fun :)
@Aeott is the mod of this blog
Thanks for seeing all of this, i hope you enjoy this askblog as much as i enjoyed making it ^ ^
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caffeinatedattorney · 3 months ago
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caped crusader spoilers!!! I need to let my half baked thoughts out. spoilers under the cut
Animation is good! voice acting is good! I love how the caracters sound!
That said, this show... is so mid. The best parts are Barbara, montoya and harley. Bruce kinda tags along which is more than fine, he's not the only character in the show but i cant help but feel like this whole elseworld thing was an excuse? they arent different enough and theres other stuff that just... didnt click with me. like, penguin looked so good but shes never mentioned outside of ep 1? she was so interesting but she feels underused??
The women in this show feel so interesting! and so fleshed out. I loved the harley & barbara & renee thing. I loved penguin, i loved selina, i loved them, i wanted to see more of them.
the other guys are fine? clayface has a similar motivation to btas and as an observation, i find that this show isn't quite btas in exploring on theme with bruce / batman but a weird mission? not necessarily a bad thing but some eps def dragged on. Again, barbara is the star of the show. she and montoya move a lot of things along.
Its weird that bullock sticks with flass for so long. Like, i guess he's a Thorne lackey first and foremost?
And DONT even get me started on Harvey. That whole schtick about him being corrupt didn't change shit, considering his ending and the way his story works, which is the same btw. he puts a dangerous person behind bars and gets Dented tm. then he has a breakdown and does fucked up shit (would've worked anyway)
and his death pissed me off because of teh above. It's like, hes not the tragic character with the abuse backstory but he changed his mind at some point about his own actions??? idk where that happened or where i was supposed to feel like he did so i just feel like the show is trying to convince me that he was good all along or that he wasnt that bad.
like a lot of things in this show are cool with harvey (the date with bruce, his explosive self loathing, his suicidal ideation, his understanding to other patients, him wanting to save people but only near the end) but the fact they have to come packaged with him being an ass that's cool with corruption feels wasted in a way. Like, you can only redeem him when he's already done horrible things and not the guy who wanted to do good (btas) and did horrible things later.
I appreciate the bruharv but his death sticks with me in a bad way. I don't feel like it's earned? its like i, as a fan, want to feel something for this harvey, but i dont. then when i think, okay, whatever, he's cool i guess, the death is there, not as a tragedy of who harvey is (and bruce seemed fine with harvey being corrupt?? he knowingly endorses him and hangs out with him?) but about bruce being so far gone he felt too close to the edge like harvey and that scared him
And its not him saying that, its alfred, who he calls pennyworth. (uh, this bruce isn't a nice bruce and while that's fine, its so... hard to sympathize with his choices sometimes)
just my two cents. I don't wanna hate this. I really don't but man, the last ep made me want to type this out.
EDIt: Love some of the design choices. Hate others. Animation is serviceable. Bruce looks so... weird to me. Harvey what i can only call eVil eyebrows and compared to everyone else they just didnt click with me unfortunately.
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bigassbowlingballhead · 11 months ago
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hello! astrology anon back, from a very long work shift, so apologies to keep everyone waiting. I didnt know yall would be so interested lol! so I'm going to hit base level on all things, and then I can go into more detail about specific things if you want. Nick is a Libra, they're flirts, theyre whores(in theory), theyre hopeless romantics, they love beauty and art and poetry, and .. flirting, they love flirting. they flirt by accident, they dont even know they're flirting its a second nature. So that's a start, but his mars is cancer, mars rules anger (we dont care about that rn) and sexuality. so think cancer-like kinks. domestic bliss is one, and by that I mean breeding. call them daddy. say 'breed me' at them, they will HAPPILY oblige. cancer mars does consider the whole romancing thing part of the foreplay though, a nice dinner, some candles, roses, a massage, would really get them going. some things that commonly occur in them are exhibition kinks, no real danger, just.. up against a window. and corruption kinks. play innocent for them, let them ruin you. (who would mind letting nick ruin them?) better yet, let them chase you down. Then we can head to his Venus, which rules love but there's also some sexuality in that right? (not to exclude the ace bbies, ur all valid!) Nick's got a Scorpio, now we ALL know scorpios are the 'freaks' of the zodiac, that's where the REAL kinks come in. scorpios lean toward kink, occult, goth fashion (we know bby girl had an emo phase) and possession (as in being very jealous) the kind that want to own you and let everyone know, leave plenty of marks so everyone knows exactly how good they uh.. well fucked you, lets be honest. not even my opinion, just commonly accepted fact, a venus Scorpio man is one of the most sexual of the zodiac signs, a very dominant placement (its hilarious he always ends up on the bottom) and by dominant I mean a touch sadistic, perhaps an extreme view, but I don't think a little blood would scare Nick off, (provided it didn't scare you off). He has.. so much scorpio all over his chart, that I'm sorry to break it to anyone that isn't down with it, but the boy's a sadist, an I don't really mean.. super rough either maybe just spankings, some choking, face slapping, but I don't think you could scare him off with more extreme things. he's soft enough in other placements to lean into what youe comfy with! but also, any kink folks out there who have fucked with sadists know what I mean by this, he's a /lazy sadist/. That Taurus Lilith he's got, oh that boy would dream of having a cup of tea in the corner while his partner was tied up blind folded and strapped in with a vibe for... as long as he could stand to hear you whimper, (probably a while, good luck) BUT! scorpio is also water and he's got so much other water in there, babygirl loves some cuddles, i think he's excellent at consent, and I think he's excellent at aftercare. I'd bet money that someones told him 'i said you could hit me nick jesus christ just do it' more than once, (which is very sexy of him imo) I think he'd take good care and be very Intune to his partners needs and body cues. and then be SO happy to give you a bath, and put on your pajamas and wrap you in a blanket and make you a snack, hold you for hours and tell you how proud he was, and how good you did and how much he loves you. overall, some submission (on your part), trust, kink, and nipple clamps, can lead to a fulfilling and passionate relationship with babygirl i think.
What a RIDE. Thank you, so much for taking the time after your long shift to grace us with this, wonderful reading of his chart. you're really doing a service for us.
oh that boy would dream of having a cup of tea in the corner while his partner was tied up blind folded and strapped in with a vibe for… as long as he could stand to hear you whimper,
This- i'm having thoughts
tagging people who i know were waiting for this
@magicandarchery @eusuntgratie @shehedaughter @bribumblebee @ad-astra13 @getmehighonmagic @saintroux
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chuplayswithfire · 2 months ago
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hi! this might be weird and if you don’t wanna answer thats completely fine. but i have literally no one to discuss this with. do you think by reading fiction considered harmful it can negatively affect you psychological? i saw this take online and i immediately thought 'bullshit' its FICTION. it’s NOT REAL. that’s the whole point. but everyone agreed with this take, that it has a subconscious impact on you which is why we should avoid all harmful fictional depictions. What is your opinion on this? I’m not asking because i need ""guidance"" or whatever lol its just that in my area i cannot discuss this with anyone without immediately being clocked as a pervert. its really exhausting. i just want some perspective on this. if you think okaaaay but why me, i really dont know why you were the first to come to my mind. i just really love the way you articulate yourself. don’t know ✌️
so i think you're asking a very broad question, and so, on a broad level, yes, do i think fiction can harm you psychologically? not by inherently and not by itself. there are two ways that i think fiction can harm someone:
it can expose you to harmful ideas, which could include normalizing bias, which can lead to the development of harmful ideology and concepts. fortunately, the solution to this is to read widely, read often, and explore different viewpoints. fiction can expose you to positive ideas AND negative ideas, after all. as long as one continues to think critically and not simply passive absorb their reading, it can in fact be a great idea to read up on the terrible ideology and concepts of other people, because you cannot defeat an enemy you do not understand.
it can be a tool for self-harm: if someone has pre-existing traumas, fiction can be a trigger for those traumas. obviously people with trauma are still full adults with autonomy, but it's totally possible for people to self-harm by triggering themselves and exposing themselves negatively to content that scares them. in the same way that we self-harm by doomscrolling, i think a lot of people self-harm by going onto fics tagged appropriately and reading content they know they won't like or be able to tolerate.
outside of these two things, i really don't think fiction is harmful, and i really don't think anyone needs to worry about like, moral decay because of what they read, especially when it comes to like, erotic media. what someone beats their meat too does not define their moral character or actions, it's just what gets the blood pumping.
i am sorry that you don't feel you have anyone you can turn to in your life, and i am glad you respect my opinion enough to ask. in genuine honesty, i think we are currently in an era where people feel surveilled and watched and have succumbed to the idea that thought crime is real crime and that only "bad people" want to read or watch bad things happen in media. its part of the separation of the "other" and shows real immaturity and inability to reconcile the humanity of those who commit evil acts, imo
as long as someone in real actual life is not being harmed, it's fine. we should be a lot less worried about the things people read and watch and a lot more concerned about the things people *do*.
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x1702x · 4 months ago
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SOTE spoilers below, discourse too, not using my textpost tag for this, lowk my opinion so be mindful
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Am I the only one who thinks that after Mohg got his allegations lifted some Mohgmiq shippers/Mohglester advocaters felt?? dissappointed?? that it isnt yk, Mohg being predatory n Miquella being a victim??
Or like anything related to Mohg "kidnapping" and the cocoon isnt like some weird super poetical/complex sexual allusion stuff?? they've been so quiet?
Ive been trying to avoid SOTE discourse for fear of spoilers but mutuals n friends told me abt what did happen at the end with Mohg and Miquella, to my relief. I've been so advocate against Mohg's allegations being true and the shipping those two oddly got going on. (Little rant below)
Im going to be frank, I do not hate media not being dark and grim at times, but what i do dislike is those darker topics becoming a freeway for SOME/THOSE people to start condoning/shipping (Disclaimer: Im not against non healthy dynamics in media, those can exist if they are represented respectfully, its more just against people seeing it as okay to ROMANTICIZE/BLORBOIFY) those topics as just your average pair or using it as a quirky romantic dynamic. (Ex: cough cough Coleen Hoover books cough cough anything romance directed nowadays cough cough YA books cough cough gothic romance novels cough cough)
Miquella undeniably manipulated Mohg and suddenly its an eyeopener and Oh Nooooo! the ugly and scary character is NOT a predator and suddenly the power dynamic is shifted! Not fun anymore! It kinda feels this way which? It doesnt change anything its the same dynamic.
I dont know why but to me theres something holding some back because the blame is shifted and Mohg is a victim instead of Miquella, call me crazy??
I rlly dont know how to feel 😭😭? But ive seen less and less. Everything has been quiet other than Mohg fans finally cheering onto the fact they are not looked down upon anymore in one way or another.
These r my two little cents onto this part i am literally putting myself in fire w this lowk scared of whatever might go on in the notes
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