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kmuradesu · 4 months

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.‘ENTITLED’.

husband!gojo x pregnantwife!reader (afab)

» summary: leaving the busy streets of Sendai city back to its outskirts, the two of you got a bus. there aren’t any seats available, and being pregnant meant being able to sit in the priority seats. looks like they’re taken.

» CW: pregnancy, exhaustion, mentions of jizz, bus ride, stubborn civilian, teeny-weeny angst if you squint, protective satoru, threats, all happy, no swears, not proofread!

» a/n: this has been sat incomplete in my drafts for a month, only until now I’ve motivated myself to finish it (lmao). I don’t know what it is, but I love pregnancy fics with jjk.

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After a slow-paced stroll through the bustling streets of Sendai City and a bunch of offers from Gojo telling you he’ll buy whatever you want, the lingering sense of exhaustion finally caught up with you.

You had managed to make it an hour and a half.

The beads of salty sweat were becoming more prominent over your glossed skin, your breath being lost easily but being hard to get back. The overly frequent back aches weren’t helping either, it was like this baby was already overweight inside of you.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as your soft, now clammy, hand weaved with Gojo’s, the wedding bands glinting a perfect chrome against the sun’s humid rays. You didn’t want to become a burden, neither a random woman in the city known for sweating abnormal amounts of sweat. “I think the baby’s had enough, huh sweets?”

Your loose gaze lifted upwards to meet his, immediately feeling the cool radiating from his cerulean eyes. Strangely, through the navy lenses in his shades.

“..yeah, me too.” You breathed.

“Okayyy, let’s get the bus back - save you walking around with that watermelon inside you.” Purposefully, Satoru presented you and your bump a judgy look.

“..thanks.”

Rolling your peepers with sarcasm, you gently swung your hand with his back and forth.

“Hey, that’s what it looks like to me!”

“Well it’s your sperm, blame your own genes on the fact it’s fat!”

“WHAT?! FAT?! I’M NOT FAT. I’M A TALL SKINNY KING! AND SO WILL BE MY BABIES!” The man was very much offended, that open-mouth and crossed brow face he pulled was all you needed to know.

“..oh REALLY? WELLI KNOW FOR A FACT ITS NOT MY GENES CAUSING IT!”

And all the way to the bus station you continued on with your quarrel on who’s genes caused your bump to be so big already.

Both you were just kids in adult bodies.

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After earning an unusual load of overcritical glances from passers-by, you finally reached the bus station where many people stood.

Looking around with concern, your brows gently furrowed, a little confusion clouding your mind. It was good that Satoru could read you like a book.. sometimes.

“It’s okay, they’ll let us go past.”

The white-haired man muttered into your ear, placing his hands on your clothed shoulders.

“What if they don’t?”

“Oh they will.”

The way he said those words made you feel something, like it was your hormones playing tricks on you.

And so soon enough after waiting for a couple minutes, you had a glimpse of the scheduled bus turning around the corner.

“C’mon then.”

Placing a hand on the flat of your bump you both moved forwards, attempting to shift to the front.

“Satoru, I—”

“Just go baby, they’ll move for a pregnant queen like you.” He reassured, eyeing the men who weren’t moving out the way at first. Like they should, the women knew to make way, all flashing you sweetened smiles as you passed them.

Eventually you had gotten to the front with a man standing in the lead. “See?” Gojo smirked, watching you tilt your head back to see his beautiful face.

“M’kay..”

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The doors of the vehicle swung open with a but too much vigour it almost took out the poor man standing next to them.

After Gojo, being the most pampering partner ever, paid for the tickets, he ushered you forwards only to discern no available seats. Gojo would be more than happy to stand, but it was you he worried about since you were already breathless and weak to stand.

The priority was stocked up with disabled and the impaired too apart from one space.

However that man who clearly perceived you were carrying a baby, sat in the seat in front of your face - glancing at you as he did so.

How selfish. Is he not embarrassed?

“There’s no seats left Gojo, I can’t stand anymore.”

Subtly you whined, being a little irritated that you couldn’t sit down and would have to uncomfortably stand as his baby rearranged your organs.

“..hm. Let’s see.”

“Wait—”

He shuffled to the man.

“Heello. Excuse me, but my miss is pregnant. Would you mind sparing the seat?” Gojo politely asked, hanging on to the pole situated in the middle of the aisle.

“What? Err no, sorry.”

That man was not sorry at all. It made you cringe.

Gojo’s expression paused, pressing his pastel lips together in irritation. Why wouldn’t this man listen?

“May I ask why are you being so difficult?”

After hearing those words, you knew this was going to veer off sideways. Almost everyone’s eyes were glued to the scene unfolding, all looking up from the windows and screen to see two men ‘bickering’ it out.

“Difficult? What do you mean, I was here first.” It seemed like the man had issues already, as he started to flail his hands around.

“My wife is pregnant, if you didn’t hear the first time. You’re sat in a priority seat, which where she should be sitting. Are you disabled?”

He was getting defensive. It was crystal clear that the man was not disabled, nor pregnant at that matter.

“..um no? But that doesn’t mean anything. I’m not giving up my seat for some cripple.”

A cripple?!

That’s it, Satoru had had enough and was desperate to split this man in half. Not a single person could insult you because he would already be on them like a hawk.

Anyways, the fact that the nasty being had called you a cripple, couldn’t help but make you feel a little too much like a burden, and your gaze saddened.

“You’ve gone too far. No-one. Absolutely no-one, is to offend my wife like that. So, jackass, vanish any place other so she can sit.”

“Or else?—”

“There is no ‘or else’ fool. You’ve already screwed the wrong person, so I suggest you move. Don’t do something stupid.”

The man, looking quite intimated, eventually got up and sulked off past the two of you.

“Thanks.” Satoru fake smiled, stalking him ‘till he had gone else where, far away from you.

All this drama had made you forgot about the achy pain surfacing your body, which immediately flowed back as realisation hit you.

“..oof-” It had subconsciously left your lips, and it made Satoru’s brows cross.

“Here you go my love. Is it hurting?”

He concernedly asked, holding your velvet hands as you lowered your rear on the much-needed seat.

“I’ll be fine, just what I needed.” You smiled back at him, tucking a stray hair behind you ear as you breathed out.

“I’m glad. Some morons just think they are ‘entitled’.”

—————— thank you for reading! this is my original idea and have worked hard on this. so please no translating, copying, posting my work on a different platform, or modifying my work. all rights reserved - kmuradesu

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harrypotterfuryroad · 8 months

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you only said "no" to "are you a terf?" because you've bought into the "it's RADFEM" bullshit smh. you're not slick. literally half your posts are filtered for me because their original tags contained "radfems do interact", "radfems please interact", "radfems please touch" etc. Well, here are some excerpts from a former radfem's take on radical feminism in a trans person's inbox:

"Radfems are just TERFs who won’t say tr*nny, but the rhetoric is the same, and the ideology that backs it is the same.) and so women’s oppression is based on [a dyadic view] of biology. [...]

"TERFs also like to say that they don’t want trans people dead, and lots of them probably don’t, actively, want trans people dead. again, this doesn’t matter; they support and hide and protect the ones that do, and their rhetoric and the things they want to achieve do that whether they say they want it to or not, and they know this, but their allegiance to female-ness and sex-based oppression is simply more important. [...]

"I left TERF-ism because I’m black, really. I couldn’t stomach watching black trans women dying, and I didn’t really see how they were hurting feminism or infiltrating womanhood. All I could see was those women’s victimhood and I couldn’t be a part of that anymore–but even after I stopped associating with those people, stopped reblogging and liking their posts and stuff, I agreed with them, deep down.

"And it wasn’t until it was explained that way that I could easily sort through what was 'fascist’ and what was 'non-fascist’. I could use that to measure up my anti-racist activism… not fascist. LGBT/queer rights? Not fascist. Disability activism? Inherently leftist, actually. But TERF-ism? There was no way for men or trans women to ever be entitled to live and thrive in a TERF world, which made me realize that TERFs are inherently fascistic."

idk how aware of it you even are, but you are neck-deep in radfem ideology, and it's really not okay. i hope you eventually have the courage to see that and change.

filtering tags like that is for weenies

anyway yeah i remember that post, it was hot nonsense throughout, but you handpicked the worst parts

massive citation needed for that first point (but that would require you to define what a radfem is beyond "person i've decided i disagree with" which i know you can't so we'll just keep going)

"women's oppression is based on a dyadic view of biology" yes, unequivocally true, observing this doesn't make you any kind of bigot

i could just as easily turn this point around on you, we point out violent misogyny and homophobia constantly but we get #notallmen'd every time

"i left because i'm black" is really where the cracks start to show. "i couldn't stomach watching black trans women dying" at whose hands? and are they dying in such huge numbers that they're overwhelming other women dying? and are they getting harmed by things that maybe feminist activism is trying to address? can you even answer those questions in detail? the constant implication that feminists are responsible for the murder of trans women is a little tiresome, maybe look into what actually happened instead of using murder victims as props

"easily sort through what is fascist and what was nonfascist" when their working definition of fascism seems to be "things i'm told i don't like." crazy enough, men thriving is not a primary goal of feminism! if you can articulate why "all lives matter" is stupid and racist then this should also be easy for you to grasp (and if you can't articulate that, that's on you). why do racial minorities, sexual minorities, and people with disabilities warrant an activist movement but women don't?

but thanks for your concern, i'll change my ways immediately

#just because a post is long and verbose and emphatic doesn't mean it's good #if you actually read that op it comes off a lot like someone doing their best 'terf' impression #in other words the call was coming from inside the house

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woos-lil-oreo · 3 years

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Make It Right

Paring: Kim Hongjoong x Choi Jongho x Female!Reader (Reader is Plus Size and a bit insecure) (fic is a Hongjoong focus)

Word Count: approximately 2.9k - 3.1k words

Warnings: poly!relationship, light manhandling, marking, cumplay, oral (female receiving), choking, overstimulation, dom!Hongjoong (pleasure dom if you squint hard enough), dom!Jongho (soft dom if you blink once or twice), self-doubt/insecurities, reader is loud 👀, pet names, squirting, voyeurism (I think it qualifies...) slight dumbification, unprotected sex (plastic wrap your peenie weenies)

Author's Note: This fic is NSFW. If you are uncomfy, please don't read. I wrote this out of pure imagination, dedication, simp, two brain cells, and a bowl of Frosted Flakes. Please don't steal (let's start with the warning while we're ahead of the game ✨) There's a part two! It's a fluff entitled Promise to properly conclude this fic. With that being said, enjoy, you dirty harlots 😙

Taglist: @ateezappreciation @joongsprincess @lil-ghostieiv @pikacuuuuuuuu

Intro and Masterlist ✨

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Another night, another six hours wasted. You laid on the bed in your best scandalous attire. A simple black lace demi-cup bra that pushes up your already high-setting DD breasts and matching black lacy cheeky panties along with a sheer black boudoir robe and dependable Christian Louboutin pumps. Candles illuminate the room with a soft golden ambiance, and no one to share it. This is a recurring theme for the past month and a half.

~*One week later*~

Hongjoong was working in the studio, preparing the next album to top the charts and break records for the group. Jongho must have had to stay a little later tonight with the film crew for Imitation. You appreciate and admire the commitment they have to ensure that things that have ATEEZ™ written on them are of high quality and top shelf, and their pursuits are extraordinary. You are just getting a little lonely because of how busy their schedules are. It’s not even when they are not home, either. It’s like they are present but absent at the same time. Whenever they are home, they are either too drop-dead tired to do anything, or you are already asleep.

The average person would think that with this beautiful home Hongjoong has, you would be able to attend to and entertain yourself. It gets lonely here, and that’s when your thoughts tend to roam.

You stand in front of the full-length mirror in your room, only wearing your grey sports bra and matching boy shorts. Maybe they just don’t find you attractive anymore. With your thick thighs that always touch, no matter how hard you try to separate them. Your chubby tummy that moves every time you move, decorated with light-toned tiger stripes and a couple dimples here and there. Maybe if you look like these other female K-Pop idols, they would like to--

Your self-destructive thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door and the turning of a doorknob. You quickly try to wipe the tears that threaten to spill past your tear ducts. “Baby, are you okay?” Hongjoong asked from the doorway. You manage to catch them, but Hongjoong isn’t stupid. Your slightly red eyes and puffy cheeks gave you away.

“Hyung, did you find her-” Jongho started to ask but stopped when he saw you on the brink of tears. He walked up to you and his Hyung and said, “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“Do you love me?” You ask shakily. “What do you mean?” They asked in unison while Hongjoong has his hands on your forearms, and Jongho’s are on your cheeks, wiping your tears. “Exactly what it sounds like. Do you love me? Why are you with me?” You ask with your heart rapidly beating. “Where is this coming from, Princess?” Jongho asked, confused. “There are lots of other women who are beautiful and-”

“I’ll stop you right there. Do you really think that you are not beautiful? We are in this for the long haul. You are a beautiful and kind-hearted person who always looks out for us no matter what.” Hongjoong interrupts your statement. “Your beautiful eyes twinkle whenever you made a new accomplishment. You are the best cuddler I have ever met in my life. And I can tell that every time I look at you, your heart always stays made of pure gold.” Jongho said with determination. Your start to cheer up from the fantastic things they are telling you.

“Move, Hyung.” Jongho pushes Hongjoong out of the way and grabs your cheeks, and kisses you square on the mouth. Your lips automatically move in sync with his, and you can feel the raw and pure love he has for you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste the mint gum he was apparently chewing before they were looking for you. He finally let you go right before you had to pull away so you could catch a breath.

You were so enthralled by Jongho that you didn’t feel Hongjoong kissing and suckling on your neck, leaving love bites in his path. Jongho took this opportunity to place his fingers in his mouth, coating them with saliva. He then takes his slickened digits and slides them into your dripping heat. You moan at the feelings of his long delicate fingers doing what they do best besides splitting apples. He always knew what buttons to push to get you going. As Jongho continues to make you feel warm and fuzzy, Hongjoong was behind you, fondling your breasts (after he pulled the sports bra from over your head) and tweaking your nipples. Both of these actions help to tip you off to feel that small but powerful orgasm.

Once you managed to catch your breath, Jongho bends down to grab you behind your thighs and lifts you up with ease. “Jongho, put me down! I’m heavy!” You scream out while wrapping your arms around your neck, so you won’t flip over and break your neck. “Says who? You’re as light as a feather.” Jongho says as he roughly throws you on the bed, causing you to giggle. He slowly unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt, tossing it along with his pants and boxers after he steps out of them. You just stare with a blank expression on your face, but your eyes tell it all: you were ready for him, and you wanted him to pick up the pace. Hongjoong is just sitting in the office chair watching the whole thing unfurl.

He proceeds to crawl on top of you in between your legs, his small light silver chain dangling from his neck. He leans down to leave small pecks along your face, and you wrap your legs around his waist, impatiently trying to get him to escalate his movements. “Impatient, are we? Can I take off your panties first?” He says with a chuckle. As he proceeded to do said thing, you look over to make eye contact with Hongjoong. He’s just chilling in the office chair in the corner of the room while sporting a massive hard-on, patiently waiting on his turn to show his way of loving you.

Your eye contact with Hongjoong is broken as you close your eyes and moan, relishing in the feeling of Jongho filling you up slowly to the hilt. He is touching every excellent spot inside of you. Jongho moans out at how tight you are, even after your first orgasm.

After he managed to catch his breath from how tight you are, he begins to slowly move in and out of you. “Oh shit, Y/N. You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He grunts in your ear. You savored the feeling of the hardness that is Choi Jongho, moving at a steady pace due to the slick heat you produced. You moaned out every time he hit that one spot while telling you how beautiful and unique you are. As Jongho feels his head spin from the combination of his pace along with the warmth and wetness of your core, you get increasingly louder until you just feel light and weightless.

Jongho comes with you, ejecting hot strings of cum that paint your insides white. He slowly pulls himself out of you and admires how his sperm drips out. He takes his fingers and gently rubs them down your slit, making the cum drip out more. He coats his fingers in it out of amazement (like he hasn’t done it before), collects what fell out, and shoved it back in. You squirm from the slight overstimulation when Jongho pulls from you. He places the dampened fingers in his mouth, tasting the delicious concoction of you and Jongho’s fluids. He hums out in pleasure and quickly leans over to kiss you. You hum in delight at the taste of your honeypot and his warm cum. “I think those actions were much better than words, baby.” He says confidently, and that makes you chuckle and agree with him, still feeling like you’re on Cloud 9.

“Alright now, you had your turn. I want to appreciate my girl too. I would like to agree on your last declaration, but I think she needs a bit more reassurance.” He says, a little too frustrated, probably from the huge print in his dark wash jeans. Jongho raises his hands in surrender and switches places with the oldest.

“Baby, we talked about doubting yourself.” Hongjoong says in a slightly condescending tone. “You are absolutely stunning. You exude beauty in everything you do and touch.” He says as he drags his hands down your thigh. “Do you understand me?” He slides his fingers easily into you when you try to answer. “What was that, sweetheart?” Hongjoong asks. “Yes, si-” You interrupted yourself with a moan as Hongjoong replaces his fingers with his mouth, directly on your clit. You screamed loudly at the contact as your third orgasm hit you fast and unexpectedly.

“Baby, you still haven’t answered my question.” You couldn’t really answer. Your mouth is agape, and your eyes are tightly closed in pleasure as Hongjoong teased your clit with kitten licks, drawing out your high. When you felt that you suffered enough with that movement, he stuck his long tongue into your sex. Of course, his tongue was not as long as his penis, but it always got you ready for what was to come.

He then replaces his tongue with his middle and ring fingers to be able to rise up and see your fucked out expression. Cheeks flushed and warm. Eyes tightly closed with tears on the brink of falling from overstimulation. Breasts bouncing as you huff in the oxygen your body desperately craves. Hands grasping at the sheets. Hongjoong feels that you are so close to coming, and he wants to just to oh so gently tip you over the edge. With his fingers languidly moving inside you, he takes his free hand and places it around your neck, squeezes, and kisses you. You loudly moaned into the kiss, feeling an intense wave of endorphins crash right into you. Thus, marking your fourth orgasm. Hongjoong glides his tongue on yours, allowing you to taste the mix of you, Hongjoong, and Jongho’s cum. He loosens his grip on your neck and leaves it there loosely. He also dramatically slows the speed of his fingers to draw out your high.

“The question is not answered, baby. I am really starting to think that you like this.” His fingers start to move faster again, causing you to close your thighs, but Hongjoong caught on to what you were doing. He caught one of your legs, straightened it, and placed it on his shoulder. Once that’s over yet, he looks at you and winks, then kisses your ankle. “The feeling of my fingers bringing to many orgasms, yeah?” Once again, you didn’t get to answer as he finger fucked you to a point where your legs were shaking, and you felt very wet downstairs.

“Oh fuck, Hyung. You did that?” Jongho says from the chair, rubbing his hard-on lightly to gain some sort of relief from the sight in front of him.

When you managed to come back to Planet Earth, you looked at Hongjoong, who was still looking down at your sex. His arm was drenched, covered with your liquids that didn’t manage to make his black t-shirt darker. The dark blue of his jeans was instantly a much darker shade of indigo. “Hongjoong, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean t-” You say in embarrassment as you think you ruined the mood. “Do it again.” Hongjoong interrupts you.

“Huh?”

“Do it again… with my dick inside of you.” He says as he quickly discards his wet t-shirt, boxer briefs, and jeans to get you to make it rain on him all over again. He moved so fast, it was like a primal switch in him was flipped.

“What are you talking abou-aahhh” You moan as Hongjoong’s dick drilled into you at an unforgiving rate. “Come on. Come on, baby. You can do it, babe.” That is all you hear in your ear as you feel your orgasm coming, and it’s coming fast. Hongjoong puts his hands on your neck, thinking that’ll help. The orgasm came… and it hit you like a truck. You came very loudly, screaming to the top of your lungs. This man really was out here having you tasting colors and seeing stars. Your legs were shaking again, and you grabbed onto the sheets like it was the last thing keeping you here. It didn’t really help, though; the harder you grabbed, the more you felt yourself slip into darkness.

Hongjoong managed to regulate his breathing once again, and he’s back to the fluffy soft boi/demon onstage that you know and love. “Baby, know you are absolutely precious and irreplaceable. You’re ours for a reason. I love you, Y/N.” He proclaimed but didn’t get a response back, “Princess.” He called, laying his head on your chest. He lifts himself up and looks at you. You are asleep with a blissful smirk on your face; just no good to nobody.

“Damn it, Hyung. Did you fuck her unconscious?” Jongho said with a hint of annoyance disguised under concern.

“Jongho, she’s still breathing. She’s asleep.” Hongjoong tells Jongho.

“Can you get her some fresh clothes? I’m going to clean Y/N up and change the sheets.”

“Why do you have to change the –” He looks at the big wet spot under your sleeping form. “Oh, okay.” Hongjoong makes his way to your closet. Jongho lifts you up and places you on the couch that no one uses on the side of the room. He steps out into the bathroom to run you a warm bath. After he proceeds to go to the laundry room and grab a spare set of sheets. He returns with your softest sheets. You usually have a problem with using those. Still, Jongho figured that you should feel special and comfortable when you wake up. He’ll deal with the repercussions later. He strips the bed, places the old sheets by the doorway, and puts the new sheets on.

Once that’s done, Jongho picks you up from the couch, goes to the bathroom, and steps in the warm tub. He easily situates you and him in the large tub. He grabs your loofah and thoroughly cleans you with your favorite coconut and shea butter body wash. You squirm a bit in your sleep from sensitivity and scrunch your nose like a bunny. He finds that absolutely adorable and dabs a tiny amount of suds on your nose. Once he’s done cleansing your body of all bodily fluids, he picks you back up with ease and sits you on the closed toilet lid. While holding you, so you don’t tip over, he grabs a big white fluffy towel and dries you clean.

Jongho proceeds to carry you to the bed, where Hongjoong has your favorite worn-out oversized shirt and sleep shorts. He leaves you with Hongjoong to get dressed while he cleans the water he tracked throughout the hardwood of the room and the bathroom tile. Hongjoong moisturizes your whole body with lightly scented vanilla oil. He feels a little bit bad that he put you to sleep the way he did, but he’s not going to say anything. He’ll fix it in the morning.

Once Hongjoong is done, Jongho has returned, dried and clothed in some cotton basketball shorts and a tank top. Hongjoong goes to take a quick shower, and Jongho puts the dirty sheets in the washing machine. You turn to snuggle in the blanket, but you can’t really do that since you are on the blanket. You manage to get the top half of your body covered, but your bottom half is still exposed. Hongjoong opens the door to reveal himself dressed in some black joggers and a white t-shirt. The boys meet each other at the bed and see you somewhat covered with the blanket diagonally across your body. They look at each other and chuckle softly to ensure that they don’t awaken you.

Jongho lifts you to allow Hongjoong to flip the comforter up. Jongho lightly places you back after he settles behind you, making you the little spoon. Hongjoong turns on the television just to have something playing in the background. He picks Moana and places the remote on the nightstand. He hops in bed, lying to where he is facing you. Jongho hits the desk lamp, and not even fifteen minutes later, the boys were out like a light.

*About 4 in the morning*

You slowly wake up to adjust yourself in the bed. You can’t, why? Because a giant teddy bear has you closely wrapped in his arms, close to your body, and head tucked cozily in your neck. Along with that, a sleeping Minion has his and your legs entangled to where you don’t know where you start, and he ends. You figured that you don’t want to wake them up. They probably have schedules tomorrow. You return to your slumber with a content smile on your face.

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And there you are ✨ i hope you enjoyed the read.

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like-a-meme-in-the-night · 4 years

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“Elvira: Mistress of the Dark” (1988) Starters

[Note: Contains NSFW plus a suicide reference As always, adjust pronouns, etc. as necessary.]

“In short, the film has a moral.”

“My name is _____, but my friends call me “the _____."

“It’s okay. My appearance is kind of a shock to everybody.“

“Looked like Gumby on steroids.“

“Tell them… tell them that I never turned down a friend. I… never turned down a stranger for that matter. And tell them… tell them that when all is said and done, I only ask that people remember me by two simple words. … Any two, as long as they’re simple.”

“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather fit into my… agenda.”

“Oh well, there’s nothing wrong with G-rated movies, as long as there’s lots of sex and violence.”

“ No hard liquor served past eight o'clock. Do you want a virgin?”

“ Maybe, but, ah… I’ll have a couple of drinks first.”

“Grab a tool and start banging.”

”I was six inches from selling this _____ today!”

“Cheap! Who are you callin’ cheap? What’s that perfume/cologne/scent/whatever you’re wearing? ‘Catch of the Day’?

“I never laid a hand on those sheep, so help me.”

”How’s your head?”

”I haven’t had any complaints yet.”

“I have seen the People’s Court. I’m entitled to one phone call and a strip search.“

“Unpleasant dreams!”

“Yeah, I’ll do it for fifty bucks.”

“I’m never working for that sleazeball again! … I have to find another sleazeball.”

“This town isn’t big on fun. But there is one place! The bowling alley. It gets pretty wild on league night.”

“_____ was the one covering people in apple butter. I was just an innocent on-licker.”

“He/she/they had his/her/their way with me in broad daylight!

“Me? You could have worn out a mechanical bull!”

“Oh. I thought that cleared up.”

“Here. You forgot your axe.”

“ If you don’t cough up the money, the only showroom you’ll be seeing will have Toyotas in it.”

“I hope you changed the sheets.”

“My name’s _____ but you can call me ‘tonight’.”

“ You think you’re someone special. Well, mark my words. I’ll get you and your little _____, too.”

“ I am so sure. They’re gonna kill Spider-Man with plutonium? He’s got radioactive blood!”

“Sorry, I left my magnifying glass at home.”

“_____, haven’t you ever seen any old Roger Corman movies?”

“Well, here’s to my big opening.“

“I might just hang myself in the oven!”

“I’d like to gouge out his/her/their eyeballs and use his/her/their head(s) as a bowling ball!”

“At least you still have the ring.”

“I don’t think you should go fooling with that book again.“

“Come within so much as ten feet of me, I’m gonna tie your weenie in a granny knot!”

“There’s no book upstairs, but I found these panties. Try one. They’re edible.”

“God, I hope I look that good when I’m that old.“

“It wasn’t you alone that I sought to protect.”

“Well, it is a potluck. And believe me, when they open that pot, they’re going to need all the luck they can get.”

“My insurance policy doesn’t cover acts of demons.”

“I’m a volcano that’s ready to blow.“

#rp memes #roleplay memes #inbox memes #starter memes #suicide tw

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seasonofthegeek · 4 years

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Completely Insufferable Company

Thank you to the shining star that is @miraculouspaon for requesting a story with Nino and Felix. You know I’m such trash for these two. <3

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“Are we on a date right now?” Felix stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, causing Nino to go on without him a few steps before turning around with a blush.

“What?”

Judging green eyes swept pointedly up and down the other man. “I’ve never seen you wear a blazer before, and for once, you aren’t sporting those awful, tacky sneakers.” He raised an eyebrow. “That leads me to believe you think this is a date.”

The laugh Nino let out made Felix frown. “You think that I think we’re on a date right now?” His grin was wide. “In what universe would we be on a date? Come on, dude. I’m wearing this because Marinette asked us to dress nice for this wedding party meet and greet thing.”

Felix pursed his lips in an almost painful gesture. “Not a date then, my mistake.”

“Definitely not a date.”

“You did pick me up at the hotel. Well, ‘pick up’ isn’t exactly right since we’re walking,” he said with a sigh of disgust.

“I don’t have a car because I don’t usually need a car. And yeah, I came to get you to make sure you actually showed up. For some reason, your cousin seems to think you’re still an okay guy.” Nino made a scoffing noise but it was only half-hearted. “And as his best man, I’m not going to let you let him down.”

“I see.”

They walked another block in silence before Nino popped his lips a few times awkwardly. “Wait, did you think this was a date?”

“I’m not nearly that stupid.”

“Ah.”

“Like you said, in what universe would we be on a date?” Felix posed his question back to him, keeping his eyes ahead. White and gold balloons bobbed in the distance, signaling they were close to the venue.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings when I said that, dude.”

“Funny that you think you could.”

Nino sighed. “Fine, whatever. Sorry.”

“Doesn’t this whole event seem ridiculous?”

“Huh?”

“Most of us in the wedding party already know each other. Why have a ‘meet and greet’?” Felix lifted his fingers in quotations with a sneer.

“I guess just to get us all to hang out.” Nino shrugged. “It’s nice.”

“If you say so.”

He shook his head. “Do you ever get tired of being such an asshole?”

“No, I actually enjoy it quite a bit, thanks.”

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“He drives me crazy,” Nino fumed. He stabbed at a cocktail weenie with his fork. “He’s entitled and a jerk and I hate his stuffy clothes. And I know I sound ridiculous, but I don’t care.”

“Uh-huh.” Alya ran her finger along the rim of her champagne glass.

“And I don’t know if I’m going to make it the next month if I have to try to keep track of him for all the wedding stuff.”

“Sure sounds like a hard job no one asked you to do,” she pointed out, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.

Nino blinked, mouth gaping open a bit. “I...well, no, not officially, but come on, Al. You know how he’s been in the past. I don’t want him to ruin this for Adrien and Mari.”

“Me neither.” She turned her head to look at Felix sullenly sitting alone at a table on the opposite side of the room. “Just look at him over there, ruining things.”

Felix did look lonely, his scowl coming off less hostile than usual.

Nino quickly looked away when the other man caught him staring. “I don’t know why you care. I thought you hated Felix.”

Alya chuckled. “I don’t hate him. I don’t like him, but hate is a really strong emotion. He’s not worth that energy from me.” She took a sip of her drink. “And I could learn to like him if he was important to someone I love.”

Turning his head to hide his blush, Nino tried to look anywhere around the room but where Felix was. “Like Adrien.”

“Sure, babe. Like Adrien,” she sighed, shaking her head.

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“Well, I suppose I’m leaving unless you’d like to have me arrested for attempting to go back to the hotel alone,” Felix said dryly. His eyes lingered on Nino for a long second before he was turning away from the table.

Nino swallowed hard and pushed his chair away from the table with too much force. The legs scraped against the hardwood floor and he winced as he attempted not to make eye contact with the gleeful Alya still sitting at the table.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll walk back with you. I’m ready to go too,” he offered when Felix looked back at him with surprise.

“It’s your life,” he replied but waited for Nino to grab his blazer of the back of his chair and hurriedly thrust his arms into the sleeves.

“Can you let Adrien know I’ll be back later?” he whispered to Alya, eyes desperate and cheeks dark.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Lahiffe.” She winked in return and his blush deepened.

Nino spun on his heels and fell into step beside Felix as they left the building. “It was a nice party.”

Felix cleared his throat. “Yes, I suppose it was. Adrien seems very happy with the bakery girl.”

“You know her name is Marinette, dude.”

“Marinette,” he echoed, unimpressed. “Right.”

“For a meet and greet, you didn’t seem to talk much.”

“When you know you’re less liked than Chloe Bourgeois, it’s easier to just keep to yourself.”

Nino stopped walking and Felix sighed as he turned to look at him.

“Fine, Chloe is a wonderfully sweet person who I shouldn’t say things like that about.” Felix crossed his arms. “Happy?”

He couldn’t stop the grin stretching his lips. “I didn’t ask you to lie, dude.” He was pleased to see the hint of a smile from Felix.

“Ah, I suppose you didn’t.”

“Chloe is great in her own Chloe way though,” Nino added. “Just like you are.”

“I’m great now?”

“Sometimes, in a Felix way.”

Felix considered his evaluation. “That’s acceptable.”

Nino laughed. “Good to know, I guess.”

“For the record, your company isn’t entirely insufferable sometimes.”

“I don’t feel like I should say thanks to that, but it’s also you, so thanks.” Nino knew his cheeks were going to be sore from smiling. “If you ever want my not entirely insufferable company when there isn’t wedding stuff going on, just let me know.”

Felix tilted his chin up defiantly, trying to force the blush spreading across his cheeks to calm. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Nino nodded, feeling strangely satisfied. “Good.”

“Yes, I believe it is.”

Prompt List

Buy me a cherry coke?

#nelix #nino lahiffe #felix graham de vanily #miraculous ladybug

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bottomlouisficfest · 5 years

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The first half of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest is complete! We posted 21 fics in the first month and we know it was a lot to keep up with, so we wanted to compile them all so you can make sure you’ve read every single one of these incredible fics. Please give all of these fics a chance and be sure to give the authors kudos, reblogs, retweets, and comments so they know how appreciated they are. And look out for even more amazing fics coming up!

Note: You can find the part 2 masterpost of the 2019 BLFF fics here.

Now That This Old World Is Ending

A fic by daggerinrose on AO3 | @thetommmo on Tumblr | @real_thetommmo on Twitter

49k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Needing a good distraction from his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson goes on a camping trip with his friends to Northern England. However, a different kind of distraction arises when his friends disappear from their camp. Hellbent on finding them, Louis soon discovers that the area has been taken over by a cult and teams up with a resentful archer with fire in his eyes and blood on his hands.

Far Cry inspired AU.

Listen To Your Heart

A fic by lovelarry10 on AO3 | @chloehl10 on Tumblr | @oneolddirection on Twitter

35k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis has always been comfortable being Harry’s one and only. When Harry starts to branch out, Louis has a hard time letting him go.

Harry is very lucky to have someone who listens to what he has to say, despite the fact that he’s deaf. He’s finally feeling like he’s coming into himself, but Louis seems bothered by his newfound confidence.

You'll Find Me (in the region of the summer stars)

A fic by sweetmelodrama on AO3 | @peakmelodrama on Tumblr | @peakmelodrama on Twitter

50k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Niall had never been exactly perfect at choosing young boys to become the next hero of Olympus, but there was just something in Harry that told Niall that this boy was going to be changing things around Mt. Olympus forever.

Or the one where they're all greek gods except for Harry, who thanks to Niall has to defeat everything from sirens to giants to dragons in order to survive. What Harry doesn't know is what could be waiting for him at the end of his quest -anything from nymphs to dryads... or even a certain soulmate omega.

the world is vast

A fic by Harryskiwiposes on AO3 | @hadtobelou on Tumblr

26k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I hate this. I fucking hate this so fucking much.” Harry began to cry. “She was only 17 for fuck’s sake. She had her whole life ahead of her! She should be researching colleges and skipping school to hang out at the mall. She should be playing with her little brothers and helping her mother in the kitchen with dinner. This is bullshit! Complete bullshit! I thought I could do this, I thought…”

He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead he kicked the brick wall before collapsing against it, his head back, rain beating against his face, mixing with his tears.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Harry looked to Louis. He saw the same sadness and sorrow as the night before. He felt the same connection, the same feeling that he and Louis were alike - both broken looking to belong.

Or - The Killing Au

Pour Decisions

A fic by hazzahtomlinson on AO3 | @watermelonwalls on Tumblr

12k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 80: AU where drunk!Louis fills out a fake job application for hot boss Harry Styles, including lurid details about his ‘desired position’ and ‘qualifications,’ and accidentally submits that instead of the real one.

Bloom

A fic by bitter_leaf on AO3 | @bitter-leaf on Tumblr

24k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry tucks the flower into the top pocket of Louis’ jacket, patting over his heart just once.

“What is it?” Louis asks, eyeing the sunny little yellow flower, a bit like a buttercup, “It’s lovely.”

Harry pushes a piece of hair behind his ear and smiles, “It’s a primrose. I got them in this morning, reminded me of you.”

When they first meet at Harry’s flower truck, Harry falls hard but Louis’ unavailable. Only before long, Harry reignites a spark that Louis thought long forgotten.

sweeter still when we're alone

A fic by louisjewels on AO3 | @louizsv on Tumblr | @perfecltnow on Twitter

20k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis is looking up at him, eyes glazed over and fucked out. His hair is a mess and Harry truly feels like he’s fallen under Louis’ spell.

“That’s right, you little witch,” he groans. He grabs the back of Louis’ hair and pulls it so that his head is tilted so far back that they’re barely centimetres apart, breathing in the same air. Harry closes his eyes and moves closer.

Nobody ever tells you that love potions taste like cherries.

Ours are the moments I play in the dark

A fic by edensrose on AO3 | @holdingthornsandroses on Tumblr | @thetrashpigeon on Twitter

30k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Jane Austen's Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis' family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

Warming Up To You

A fic by youreyesonlarry on AO3 | @youreyesonlarry on Tumblr | @youreyesonlarry on Twitter

56k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I feel you,” Harry nods along as he zips his bag open, carefully pulling out his fancy looking camera before pressing a button to turn it on. “I love taking pictures for a number of reasons, but I think the best part of the whole thing is that I’m able to go through my older pictures and have all these memories from those moments come back to me.”

He puts the camera against his eye and points at Louis, and before the shorter one can even react, he hears a ‘click’, and Harry’s smiling down at the screen of his camera.

“And I don't think I want to forget about the day I got stranded in a cabin with a pretty stranger,” he finishes off.

The Time is Now for Me and You

A fic by grimouis on AO3 | @ratherhear on Tumblr | @grimouis on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/Liam | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis inhales shakily and then buries his face into the crook of Liam’s neck and cries. Liam just holds him close, keeping his hand moving lightly along Louis’ spine to let him know that he’s here and that he will be alright, despite Liam not knowing what’s going on.

It doesn’t take longer than a few minutes of crying before Louis extracts himself from Liam’s embrace, seemingly having collected himself enough to not break down again.

“Do you wanna tell me what all this is about?” Liam asks gently, keeping a gentle hand on Louis’ arm.

“We broke up.”

or; Liam is a weenie and Louis is a mess.

Ready To Fall

A fic by whoknows on AO3 | @crazyupsetter on Tumblr

21k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Ninety and rising,” Nick says triumphantly, as though making Harry’s heartbeat pick up by thrusting an obscenely attractive person in front of his face is any kind of success. “Louis Tomlinson has just walked into our control room and suddenly our dear Harry Styles has lost all ability to speak. Could this be some kind of strange coincidence?”

“I hate you,” Harry hisses, forcing his eyes back into Nick’s direction, uncaring that the mic must have picked it up. “I thought we agreed that you were going to play fair.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Nick denies, except he’s holding up a picture of Louis’ face now, sharp cheekbones prominent, soft lashes nearly sweeping against his cheeks as he looks down, and his fucking mouth –

“A hundred and two!” Nick crows, all but clapping his hands together in glee. “The highest it’s ever been!”

“To be fair, I did bend over the desk on purpose,” Louis’ voice comes crackling in the headphones. Harry practically breaks his neck whipping his head around at the sound of it, gaping at him through the glass panel. “You can’t really blame him for getting a little excited about that, can you?”

Just a Little Taste

A fic by amomentoflove on AO3 | @daggerandrose on Tumblr | @dagger_rosefics on Twitter

13k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis works at The Blind Bat as a bartender during one of the busier times of the night. Typically, there’s one bartender on duty, his best mate Niall Horan, but Louis steps in to help with the demand. There’s always someone who needs a drink, a menu, or something to replenish their energy. He also has to look out of the humans who willingly allow vampires to feed on them. He’s quite protective of the regulars who come to get their kicks with a quick drink and a bite. A vampire’s bite, and the rush of endorphins that come with it, can be addicting. He should know.

Should Be, Meant To Be

A fic by thecheshirepussycat on AO3 | @the-cheshire-pussy-cat on Tumblr

9k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt #65: Louis signs up for a Sugar Daddy dating website on a drunken dare. He forgets for a while, until one night he gets a notification for a message request from none other than his really hot (really rich) boss, Harry Styles.

Don’t Call Me Angel

A fic by larryent on AO3 | @larryent on Tumblr | @benicegivelove on Twitter

16k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case.

Absolutely Smitten

A fic by MyEnglishRose on AO3 | @lwtisloved on Tumblr | @darlinlou on Twitter

20k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Adopting Clifford was a way for Louis to finally cope with his loneliness, as a lively dog would spice up his life and his boring daily routine. Now, he surely didn’t expect Clifford to lead him to meet one strange man obsessed with his cat that he walks and cooks with.

Somehow, Louis falls in love pretty fast along the way.

Or. Louis is walking his dog. Harry is walking his cat. Leashes get tangled, and feelings too.

Somebody Gets Hurt

A fic by LashtonTommo on AO3 | bottom_tommo on Twitter

6k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have been romantically linked for years. The couple threaten their careers after trying to amuse themselves on a slow day.

By the Still of Your Hand

A fic by summerwine on AO3 | @smrwine on Tumblr | @SMRWINE on Twitter

10k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis has a little insecurity, Harry makes him feel better about it.

written in the stars (that's you and me)

A fic by fackinglouis on AO3 | @fackinglouis on Tumblr

22k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers.

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”

Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he's a scam.

thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in

A fic by nonsensedarling on AO3 | @absoloutenonsense on Tumblr

52k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

Paint me a Literature of Love

A fic by bottomlouiswriter on AO3 | @xoxo-hl on Tumblr

18k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry loves literature. It also just so happens he falls in love with a painter who is the perfect subject for prose and poetry.

Louis loves art, specifically acrylic. It seems perfectly fitting that he finds a man that inspires him to paint with all the colours in his supply.

Or - The 90's au with art teacher Louis and literature teacher Harry.

building me up (but buttercup, you lied)

A fic by sakturen on AO3 | @softhie on Tumblr | @28pxls on Twitter

31k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry’s mouth felt dry just saying those words. What he had with Louis was so much more than a simple ‘fuck buddies’ situation. It was slow kisses in the morning between soft sheets and shy smiles, it was holding hands in the afternoon while walking and eating ice cream. It was breakfast for dinner, laughing and licking honey from each other’s lips as they shared goals and even some secrets, it was happiness, it was glow.

To Harry, what he had with Louis meant everything. Until Louis decided it meant nothing.

#blff #fics 2019 #bottom louis fic fest #bl fic fest #fic masterposts

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blouisparadise · 5 years

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Here is a list of amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of December. Between the first month of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest and all the other fics that authors posted throughout the month, it’s clear that this was a great way to end off a great year of bottom Louis fics! We really hope you enjoy this list.

Happy reading, and have a Happy New Year!

1) The One Where Harry Fucks Louis While Wearing A Ballerina Dress | Mature | 1440 words

So now here he is, Harry Styles, one of the biggest pop stars of this generation, about to head on national tv with a ballerina dress and an hard on. Life truly is amazing.

2) A XXX-Mas Miracle | Explicit | 2078 words

Harry's favorite camboy is doing something special for Christmas. He can't exactly miss it, can he? Absolutely not.

3) Pretty, Pretty Lights | Explicit | 2827 words

It's the first time Harry and Louis have been home for Christmas together since their parents got married. More importantly, it's the first time they've been home together since they'd presented. They meet up under the glowing lights of the Christmas tree.

4) Fine Line | Explicit | 3281 words

This is just a tiny fanfiction that in my head was really just a Survival Instinct spin off, but then became a thing of its own.

5) Starlight In Your Eyes Of Blue | Mature | 4360 words

Harry is in New York while Louis is back home at London waiting for Harry’s return. Unfortunately, Harry may be unable to come back home in time for Christmas and most importantly—Louis’ birthday. Louis can’t wait any longer to be in a bed that’s no longer empty but in the end it changes.

6) Christmas Glows With Love | Explicit | 4837 words

Harry, a photographer, is taking photos for a porn magazine cover. Louis, a solo porn star, is up for just about anything!

7) When You Touch Me, Paint Me Like A Van Gogh | Explicit | 4866 words

There's a cricket in the room.

Louis is pulled from a hazy dream state by the startling knowledge that there's a cricket in his room.

(Harry has been away for a month. He comes home to Louis in the middle of the night - dramatics and smut ensue.)

8) Have A Little Bit Of Pride | Mature | 5906 words

They had talked about going to pride together since they started dating 3 years, but had always been too busy during the month of June to make the move to actually go, but this year they had convinced the boys to go so they cleared their schedule to take part in as many activities as they could.

Or Harry is Louis' really hot boyfriend who keeps getting flirted with at pride, so Louis confronts Harry. Sex ensues.

9) Somebody Gets Hurt | Explicit | 6796 words

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have been romantically linked for years. The couple threaten their careers after trying to amuse themselves on a slow day.

10) My Little Omega | Mature | 8339 words

Harry Styles is a well-known boxer that happens to be an alpha. He also happens to be in love with his omega neighbor, Louis.

11) Lights, Camera, Acción (You Can Be My Daddy) | Explicit | 8845 words

Basically, Louis is a slutty little camboy and Harry fucks him. It's literally just porn and the plot is only there to connect the smut scenes.

12) Should Be, Meant To Be | Explicit | 9174 words

13) Winter Night Traveler | Explicit | 9398 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

A dangerous snowstorm leaves Louis stranded in his cabin. Lucky for him, he gets an unexpected visitor...

14) Call If You Need Me | Mature | 9419 words

If anyone asks later on, Louis plans to tell them that it’s all Niall’s fault.

15) The Time is Now for Me And You | Explicit | 9944 words

Note: This fic included because it is part of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest, but the main pairing is Liam/Louis rather than Harry/Louis.

It doesn’t take longer than a few minutes of crying before Louis extracts himself from Liam’s embrace, seemingly having collected himself enough to not break down again.

“Do you wanna tell me what all this is about?” Liam asks gently, keeping a gentle hand on Louis’ arm.

“We broke up.”

or; Liam is a weenie and Louis is a mess.

16) By the Still Of Your Hand | Mature | 10630 words

Louis has a little insecurity, Harry makes him feel better about it.

17) If My Heart Was A Compass, You'd Be North | Mature | 11121 words

Louis is a famous travel vlogger, and Harry is a famous vlogging food critic. They travel the world with their best friends and fall more in love with every continent they step foot on. When Louis' love declaration threatens Harry's dreams of giving Louis the perfect proposal, craziness ensues.

18) Foolishly Laying Our Hearts On The Table | Explicit | 11262 words

The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.

19) Pour Decisions | Explicit | 12203 words

20) Wrap Me Up In Your Love | Explicit | 13223 words

Every time Louis tries to tell Harry his big news, they always get interrupted. Louis becomes increasingly more frustrated as Harry becomes more confused about his Omega’s behavior. Or the one where Louis is pregnant and keeps getting interrupted in the most obscure ways every time he tries to tell Harry.

21) Just A Little Taste | Explicit | 13257 words

22) Wake Me Up With It | Mature | 13699 words

The one where Louis makes Harry tell him a kink he's never gotten to try out, and then he offers to do it with him, which leads to Harry's heart exploding afterward when Louis seems to have meant it as a one-time thing. Featuring a pining Harry, a scared Louis, and excessive use of the word baby.

23) You'll Be Home For Christmas | Not Rated | 15214 words

“Honesty, Lou, just ask Harry for help.”

Louis remained silent as he continued to scowl at the Christmas calendar Niall had hung on their refrigerator.

“And be nice to my calendar filled with holiday cheer,” Niall instructed. “You’re going to burn a fucking hole in it from the way you’re glaring at the innocent thing. It’s not the calendar’s fault that your heat is starting so close to Christmas.”

24) Everything I Do | Explicit | 16390 words

Harry’s ready, has been for a while now, and he’s fairly certain Louis is too, it just hasn’t been on the top of their priority list. There have been offhand mentions, a comment here and there, more in jest than anything, no serious discussion or consideration. Harry stands up straighter, a stomach-churning thought forming in his mind. Has Louis been waiting for him to ask?

OR the one where Harry finds a book of Elizabethan courtship rituals which sets in motion a series of events that can lead to only one conclusion.

25) Don't Call Me Angel | Mature | 16648 words

26) Paint Me A Literature Of Love | Explicit | 18513 words

Harry loves literature. It also just so happens he falls in love with a painter who is the perfect subject for prose and poetry.

Louis loves art, specifically acrylic. It seems perfectly fitting that he finds a man that inspires him to paint with all the colours in his supply.

27) Sweeter Still When We're Alone | Explicit | 20066 words

Louis is looking up at him, eyes glazed over and fucked out. His hair is a mess and Harry truly feels like he’s fallen under Louis’ spell.

Nobody ever tells you that love potions taste like cherries.

28) Absolutely Smitten | Mature | 20121 words

Somehow, Louis falls in love pretty fast along the way.

Or. Louis is walking his dog. Harry is walking his cat. Leashes get tangled, and feelings too.

29) Ready To Fall | Explicit | 21220 words

“I hate you,” Harry hisses, forcing his eyes back into Nick’s direction, uncaring that the mic must have picked it up. “I thought we agreed that you were going to play fair.”

“A hundred and two!” Nick crows, all but clapping his hands together in glee. “The highest it’s ever been!”

30) Written In The Stars (That's You And Me) | Explicit | 22632 words

Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he's a scam.

31) Bloom | Explicit | 24887 words

When they first meet at Harry’s flower truck, Harry falls hard but Louis’ unavailable. Only before long, Harry reignites a spark that Louis thought long forgotten.

32) Swept Me Off My Feet (Took My Heart And Took Me Down) | Explicit | 25447 words

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother's bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

33) The World Is Vast | Explicit | 25858 words

He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead he kicked the brick wall before collapsing against it, his head back, rain beating against his face, mixing with his tears.

Or - The Killing Au.

34) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30830 words

35) Building Me Up (But Buttercup, You Lied) | Explicit | 31007 words

To Harry, what he had with Louis meant everything. Until Louis decided it meant nothing.

36) From The Start | Explicit | 32171 words

Louis has no idea that one act of kindness will cause his life to spiral out of control. But that's what happens when his new friend fake proposes to him and a video of it goes viral.

37) Listen To Your Heart | Explicit | 35019 words

Louis has always been comfortable being Harry’s one and only. When Harry starts to branch out, Louis has a hard time letting him go.

38) Every Lonely Place | Explicit | 38062 words

Facing the fact that he’s been prioritizing his career over his relationship, Harry proposes to his longtime boyfriend Louis on a whim. But when yet another work emergency takes precedence over their plans, Louis decides he’s had enough. Harry goes to bed drunk and alone, and when he wakes, he finds himself in an entirely different world. Over and over again, Harry visits a lifetime he’s once lived, across time and dimensions. And wherever there’s a Harry Styles, there’s a Louis Tomlinson.

39) Now That This Old World Is Ending | Explicit | 49184 words

Far Cry inspired AU.

40) You'll Find Me (In The Region Of The Summer Stars) | Explicit | 49929 words

41) Thinking About The T-Shirt You Sleep In | Explicit | 52489 words

42) Warming Up to You | Explicit | 56227 words

He puts the camera against his eye and points at Louis, and before the shorter one can even react, he hears a ‘click’, and Harry’s smiling down at the screen of his camera.

“And I don't think I want to forget about the day I got stranded in a cabin with a pretty stranger,” he finishes off.

43) Not That Gone | Explicit | 61995 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

A few weeks after Louis and Harry, *ahem*, reconnect at their high school reunion, Harry temporarily moves back home. Louis isn't sure he has the emotional fortitude for a prolonged fling with the man of the dreams.

44) Beautiful Stranger | Explicit | 66074 words

When Alpha Harry Styles attends the Gucci Cruise 2020 show, he knows what to expect: clothes, clutch bags, and a few too many pretentious people. What he doesn’t expect, however, is to run into an Omega who is more beautiful than anything on the runway.

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obsidiansistren · 5 years

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This client that contacted me like ... two months ago, kept getting cold feet on seeing me, but would send money on Cashapp because he “felt bad”. It’s not like I really gave a shit because I was still getting money, and I never made him a priority to see so I wasn’t missing out nor was it a cancellation. This went on for two separate occasions, and two times he sent money just because. He even stated in one email that I deserved said money because he “respects me too much”. 🙃

Fast forward to two weeks ago, we finally met. He looked like fucking Benedict Cumberbatch. 😖 The first time he sent money, it covered my social date fee, so I gave him a social date in exchange. While on our coffee date (total = $9), he gave me an envelope for my rate... of one hour. (He did all that talking, emailing, and sending random cash gifts to pay for ONE hour.) I knew I wasn’t going to like him immediately after, and I was right. He offers to take me to dinner around the corner. I had time to kill so I said sure. We have lunch ($39, mine was $13) and he wanted his date immediately after, but I had a longer appointment booked for that designated time, while Cumberbatch had no set time. He just wanted it then and there. I explain that I’ll contact him when I’m free, around 7:30pm. He’s upset because he feels entitled, but agrees.

7:30pm comes and I tell him he can come back. He comes. Instead of putting his things in the living room, he put them in the closet with my shit. He pulled off the covers and got in the bed. (Not sorry, but I am not okay with people getting in the bed and they’re dirty, or have their “outside” clothes on. It’s a black thing. Lol.) Of course, he wasn’t good at sex... at all. Just completely out of touch and clueless. A fucking weenie. We finish up. He used 6... SIX... towels!!! He didn’t shower, but used SIX damn towels. For no reason.

After, he suggests we get a cocktail. I need a drink so I say sure, my room was downtown, so I was central to everything. He get drinks at a little spot. My drink was $12. I got 2 ($24). He made a snarky comment saying, “You know, I can’t be spending all my money on you.” Bitch, it’s a drink, Mr. I Wanna Brag About My High Paying Nursing Job and Low Rent Because My Buddy’s Parents Gave Me a Steal on a Property, So I Only Pay ~$600 a Month For a 3-Bedroom When the Average Rent Cost is $1,300 For a 1-Bedroom. (My point is that he can well afford my time and much more.) 😒 I don’t drink all of the second drink and give it to him. He goes, “Oh well now I don’t feel so bad about getting you two drinks.” 🙂🙃

At this point, I’m trying to get away from him and get some dinner. He FOLLOWS me to a steak place and pays for it ($30). The only way I got rid of him was by saying I needed to her x amount of hours of sleep so I can drive back home in the AM. He walks me back to my hotel. He asks for my actual number and personal my Snapchat, because he wants to “see where this goes”. (Bitch, it goes like this: you pay me, we do whatever, and then you fuck off. 😭) I ignore him and say goodnight.

He later emails me asking for my # and Snapchat again, because “it’s more secure”. He persistently asks. I said I don’t feel comfortable giving either. He slightly throws a fit but I don’t respond.

Saturday, he messages me and goes,

“Hey, could you come by for $200? I’ll get you whatever [alcoholic] drink you want. You just need to let me know quick.”

I wasn’t in his city. Even if I was, I would never come anywhere unless it’s a social date or in person screening for $200. I’m not fucking touching anyone for $200. And then try to bribe me with alcohol?? As if I’m an alcoholic or even give a damn about alcohol enough to consider that??? And THEN, I HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW, QUICKLY????? So I’m on a time limit for a low ball offer? Please go the fuck to hell. I cannot. I properly cussed him out. This stupid bitch goes, “Lol, fair. I just thought it was worth asking since I was so generous last time.” I said, “Generous? Generous how? I would love to know.” He didn’t respond and I blocked his goofy ass. It’s a shame that he seemed decent via email and cash gifts, but showed his whole ass later. Talking about, “I respect you too much” and even sent $200 just because once before, for nothing. So now you magically expect me to physically come though for $200? The stupidity of it all!! 😭😭😭😭😭

He said generous as if it made sense. He spent $102 on food & drinks. Less than half of that was spent on me. If I was a vanilla woman, maybe, sure. BUT I AM AN ESCORT! YOU PAY FOR MY TIME!! YOU TOOK UP TIME FOR FREE!!! THAT’S NOT GENEROUS, YOU WERE A FUCKING LEECH IN THE EVENT OF ME BEING BORED AND FEELING KIND/UP TO IT!!!! If anything *EYE* was being generous. You give someone an inch, they want to take a mile, and worse. He really tried to use his perceived “generosity” as leverage for later, as if it would help him.

I really do hate clients sometimes, mainly because they can’t just be happy with the fantasy. They want it all. As if they didn’t Google “escorts”, found me on an escort website, messaged my escort email, and inquired a booking with an escort. 🙃🙃🙃 They want you to be in love with them and break boundaries so they can feel special, because they don’t really respect you. They only respect you as long as it benefits them and for you to trust them. They want to know every personal detail about you. They want to occupy your thoughts, rent free. They want to manipulate and gaslight in order to feel powerful and desired. When the fan wants to be the star... And really that’s just some clients. But they still fucking suck. 🚮

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shadowgodling · 6 years

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☠, ♦, ☄, ☀, ☢, ❥

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

(( I mean, I unfollow for lots of reasons. Poor ooc behaviour is probably number one, including things like anon hate, slurs, guilt-tripping, entitlement. Repeatedly reblogging untagged porn, gore or thiefshipping also is likely to get an unfollow. Too many ooc posts as well, I don’t mind ppl putting whatever they want on their own blog, but I’m on my rp blog to rp and random ooc posts get in the way. By that I don’t mean personal written ooc posts about the mun, i mean reblogging random tumblr posts that have nothing to do with the character. ))

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

(( My main partner’s blog having teeny tiny writing so I can’t read it unless I view it on mobile, or I like the post and go read it in my likes. It’s easy to get around unless its a read more so it’s only mildly annoying. I don’t know about other people but having to read tiny posts makes me feel less able to understand any emotion or intent behind the post because I’m too busy struggling to decipher the weeny little letters rather than actually reading and understanding it. ))

☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

(( I don’t think so no. I’ve had arguments with ppl in private or in public a few times but I don’t consider that drama. ))

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

(( Only one? Lol how to choose :/a I guess I’ll go after a topic you just raised and say I don’t like people having multiple verses on their blogs. I find it confusing, unnecessary and daunting. I’m much less likely to choose to rp with a new person who has multiple verses. Roleplaying is about having a character and growing them and giving them new experiences in a community of other characters, something I feel verses hinders. That and when I have no idea what version of a muse I’ll be talking to, how am I supposed to compose a relevant ask? ))

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

(( Fancy formatting in tags. omfg. I don’t know when people started doing this and I think its done its dash now. At first it looked cool I admit, I thought it was neat. But now its just irritating that I can’t use the tags for their actual function. Looking things up on people’s blogs. ))

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

(( Not really. I don’t tend to link specific portrayals with the general FC or character. Maybe in fanfiction but I don’t think rpland has done that to me. ))

#ooc #jouwheeler

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mychemicalrant · 7 years

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Pre-Diagnostic Autism

So, I mentioned that the psychologist called to tell me an autism specialist would be calling me to set up a screening appointment. That hasn’t happened yet, but it hasn’t even been two weeks, so I suppose that’s to be expected.

In the meantime, I’ve been in a weird headspace about it. Of course I’ve been reading the narratives people share about getting diagnosed and finding out they have autism as adults. But I’ve been thinking a lot about another troubling narrative which, in my pursuit of getting this diagnosis, I shoved to the back of my mind: the bullying and abuse that comes with diagnosis discovery.

“You’re just using your disability as an excuse!”

“Autism is overdiagnosed anyway!”

“You don’t LOOK autistic!”

“If you made it this far without a diagnosis, you’re fine, you don’t need one, you’re not mentally ill!”

“I think it’s all bullshit. You don’t NEED labels. You’re just looking to get special treatment or for an excuse to not try!”

And so on. Yikes. A lot of people have shared that that is what they go through. I haven’t gotten a lot of that to my face, but only because I am careful to hide my disabilities and the extent of my impairment from most people. However, I have heard quite a lot of that indirectly, and I’ve gotten the message that there’s really no point in me pursuing a diagnosis for something that wasn’t severe or important enough to be diagnosed in the 1990s, wherein we weren’t diagnosing this kind of thing anyway.

I got a Tarot card the other day, the 7 of Swords, which is the dude sneaking away with a bunch of swords in his arms, looking over his shoulders as he leaves everyone behind. The message is of deceit, someone stealing or lying and hoping to get away with it. The message was that this person was doing so sloppily and would get caught because they weren’t very good at pulling off lies. When I tuned into the energy of the card I could see myself, a very poor liar, holding all these swords. I’m not a deceptive or manipulative person by nature because I am not good at it, nor do I want to be dishonest. But the card was right. I was holding a lot of lies in my arms, and the swords were starting to slip out of my grip. The lies were the lies I was telling about my “success” at beating back my mental illness. About the steps I’ve been taking to get on my feet. About convincing everyone that I am really okay, that there’s no need to worry.

But those messages above are why. If I tell people I need help, it makes them angry. Why? I’m already impaired. Before I didn’t know *why* but with a diagnosis, an official confirmation, I will know. Even without that official diagnosis I know why now, but I’m getting it because I don’t ever want to be accused of faking it or making something up. I don’t ever want anyone to use my lack of “certification” against me or my experiences. The first thing I’m thinking is that, with an official diagnosis, everyone in my life can fuck off if they think it’s not real because they are not clinically trained experts, are they?

But with the diagnosis comes another thing. “So? So what? What, are you just gonna use it as an excuse now?”

Is this even real? Are they right, maybe? I’ve passed as an allistic adult (well, no, I really haven’t) long enough. Okay, I’ve passed as an awkward, ungainly, quiet, odd, quirky, anxious, fidgety person who has trouble driving, holding a job, and making polite conversation for long enough. Do I need a label to gather that into one neat package? Why not just call myself an awkward, ungainly, quiet, odd, quirky, anxious, fidgety person who has trouble driving, holding a job, and making polite conversation? Why not just describe my impairments as laziness or millennial entitlement? A lack of interest or ambition? Fear that is really an excuse? Crippling anxiety that is really just me being a disempowered weenie? I mean...that’s all it is, isn’t it?

Certainly not cognitive issues that have led to collective impairments in my life. Certainly not something real.

I am such a confused, undiagnosed adult.

Like, I’m glad Sesame Street has an autistic character to teach everyone what autism is and why it deserves to be respected, but none of our actual lives ever looked like that. No one coddled us. They only screamed in our faces and laughed when our brains couldn’t process what they were saying fast enough to move.

#autism #autistic adult #actuallyautistic #diagnosis #autism diagnosis #mental health

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smokeybrand · 4 years

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Insincere Sensibilities

I touched upon this a few days ago when i ranted about Outrage and Cancel Culture but, the current Sentai Filmworks purge over at Crunchyroll, i feel like i need to address this sh*t directly. I think that’s over licensing issues but it’s just a drop in the bucket with all of the other purges and alterations being made, all over the place. American censorship of international media is f*cking ridiculous. It is and i can’t stand it. I get that, for a lot of the youngsters out here, especially the ones that are of that Social Justice disposition, certain things, especially out of Japan, can be misconstrued, misunderstood, or even seen as offensive. The thing is, though, mind your f*cking business. Not everyone is outraged by the same sh*t you are. If it’s media to be consumed, just don’t consume it. Not everyone wants to fit in your very narrow worldview of assumed offense and righteous indignation. You look like a clown doing that sh*t. The motherf*cker who sh*ts in the pool, forcing everyone to leave. You’re the no-fun police. Chill the f*ck out, man, and keep your negativity to yourself. F*ck off with your soft ass sensibilities. Instead of harassing a Japanese artist, who lives in Japan, and is actually part of that culture, maybe get some f*cking context first? Maybe understand that, where that person is from, the sh*t they draw is fine and probably popular? Maybe don’t insist upon applying your narrow, prudish, American "values” to a country that, in so many ways, resembles nothing that you’d recognize as everyday life? Like, Amazon removed the Grimgar books. What the f*ck was wrong with Grimgar?? Interestingly enough, you can still watch the show on Prime. That hypocrisy is going to be a running theme, just letting you know ahead of time.

Not everyone who likes lolis wants to f*ck kids. Not everyone who likes guro wants to rape then eat corpses. Not everyone who likes isekai want’s a slave harem or is some weenie neckbeard that lacks all of the confidence. It’s nuts to me that this wave of pearl clutching is so selective. Like, Amazon removed all the No Game No Life novels, among others, because of “questionable content”. A cursory search reveals that you can still buy Catcher in the Rye on the site; A book about a teenage sociopath, who sells drugs and tries to f*cks prostitutes. Dude is sixteen. Shouldn’t this be removed, too? Isn’t this offensive material as well by these new rules? It’s required f*cking reading in high schools across the nation! F*cking A Clockwork Orange is still available, both the book and the film. Why? That sh*t is literally a murder-rape rampage. Dude rapes two ten-year-olds in that sh*t! It’s also another book i read in high school just to see if it was as bad as everyone says. The book is, yes. The film? Not so much. Also, and this is probably the most pertinent of my unabashed hypocrisy on display, f*cking Lolita is still available on Amazon! Both films, hardcover, soft cover, and even audio book if you’re too lazy to read for yourself. Lolita is quite literally, the inspiration for the loli genre that everyone seems to be completely out of their minds about now. Loli is short FOR Lolita. That’s a thing. You can imagine the content therein so why is THAT book okay but not No Game No Life? The Lolita audio book is f*cking free with an Audible trial! Free! But go off about Shiro, though.

This sh*t is frustrating to me because it feels like a targeted attack on Japanese media and ONLY Japanese media. I got Senators getting on TV, talking about how Dragon Ball Z is degenerate trash, even though it’s been on US television for almost three decades. Sony is prematurely censoring games like Sengan Kagura and Devil May Cry V, but Abby gets a whole ass, grunt filled, bro down, f*ckfest in The Last of Us II. That sh*t was so jarring and hilariously gross to see, it became a straight up meme. Her entire peck-a-titty was completely exposed, nips and all. Her animalistic barking and grimaced face, were so brazenly displayed. Graphically. Gratuitously. Uncomfortably. That sh*t look painful. That’s what sex is like in real life, right? That interpretation is grounded and not sexualized at all, right. Sex can’t be sexualized anymore. No joy or fun in the f*ck. It has to mechanical and the most unappealing sh*t, ever, or you’ll be objectifying women or some sh*t. Okay. Stunning and brave, I'm sure, but why? Why the f*ck was that necessary other than to wag a finger at your player base? Here’s some f*cking in your game, we know you like it, but don’t like that way. That way is wrong. Women are not cum-dumpsters. They are to be respected and never subject to your pitiable sense of passion or attractiveness. They can be inconvenienced by sex, too! That’s what i thought, at least, as i watched this aggressively icky display happen on my television for a miserable amount of timen. It’s this way or no way. I get a lens flare on the butt of a beauty like Lady from DMC, but I'm forced to see Abby’s whole body tense as whatshisname goes in raw with no lube? For real?

There’s just so much stupid surrounding the media i love lately, you know? Let’s go after Shield Hero because I'm offended that Raphtalia is a child slave. Because i only watched three episodes and completely ignored the heartwarming relationship that developed between Naofumi and the adult Raphtalia. Because Raphtalia grew the f*ck up. She only appeared that young, for that long, because Naofumi's trauma wouldn’t allow him to see her as an adult. I’m not saying don’t feel a certain way about whatever. Let’s get the pitchforks and torches because Scarlett Johansson is portraying a Japanese cyborg, even though the Japanese don’t care. They’re wrong for being indifferent to the racial injustice perpetrated by this Hollywood production! Even though the character of Batou IS canonically of Japanese descent, not a full cyborg so his body is organic with certain cybernetic enhancements, and still got portrayed by a white dude. Yeah, that’s fine. Ignore the whitewashing of literally every other Japanese or ethnic character in this movie, and focus on the one what is literally a brain in a mechanical shell. Outrage! Did I want to see a Japanese actor in that role? Sure. I think Rinko Kukichi was a perfect fit for Major Motoko Kusanagi. However, the Japanese people don't care so I had to let my bias go, too. If the director of the original anime film gives his blessing, who the f*ck are we to be so pissed off about it? Plus, the Major in this version of the picture is named Mira or some sh*t. She not even MY Major and I can separate the two. Apparently, I am in the minority on that one.

My favorite character in the Monogatari series is Shinobu. She’s a loli vampire that’s nearly six centuries old but looks to be about twelve in real time. Shinobu starts as a ravishing, adult beauty named Kissshot. Through a series of events, her power was sapped and, in order to save her life, she was left in her juvenile form. She later reclaims her voluptuous, mature, appearance and carries on for the rest of the series as such, but she was Shinobu, not Kissshot, when i fell in love with her. I do adore both versions of that character; Her haughty, too-old-for-her-looks, pre-teen self and the reserved, stoic, haunting beauty of her true form. That said, even as a loli vampire, Shinobu is still pretty tame. If Shinobu is worth a Change.org petition, what about Claudia from Interview with the Vampire? Claudia is FAR more problematic. She is Lolita on steroids. Claudia is nine when she was turned and was killed sixty-five years later. It is stated, in detail, she wanted to f*ck. Badly. But she couldn’t because, you know, the whole nine-year-old body and everything. That was actually a pretty big thing with Claudia’s character, that sexual frustration. Never mind the, you know, murderous rage and delight in cruelty, you know? Claudia is fine, with all of her bloody, murderous, psychopathy and manipulative, over sexual, personality proudly displayed, but Shinobu is an issue because... why again?

Cats are apologizing for violent abusers because they’re pretty women, and you HAVE to believe all women, regardless of the fact that they’re pathological sociopaths. Instead, let’s cancel a child for drawing She-Ra characters “wrong”, even though she drew the G1 versions of said characters F*ck her, right? Because she liked the designs of the old, problematic, version of that show? It’s on the “wrong side of social justice”. This is a child. One that can’t be more than a decade old but these motherf*ckers came for her, like her last name was Weinstein. It’s kind of hard to take your moral outcry seriously when you’ve directed your hateful intent on a goddamn grade schooler. Sh*t like that, the gross hypocrisy and targeted vitriol, is just f*cking exhausting. You’re entitled to your opinion. Hell, you’re entitled to even voice your opinion out in the wild. The internet is an awesome soapbox. I’m using it right now! As long as the discourse is civil, f*cking go for it. It’s rarely ever civil. Attacking someone because you made assumptions of their character over sh*t they follow on Twatter, is pure folly. Raising the alarm because you don’t like seeing “youthful characters” depicted in a certain fight, while ignoring other media that takes it even further but is more palatable or subtle with their transgressions, is hypocrisy. If you’re going to be outraged about something, if you’re going to call for censorship, make sure yo censor all of it. If you’re going to hide Japanese boob jiggle, make sure you fade to black with the hard sex in your domestic games, too. I’m as offended by Abby’s body in TLoUII, as you are of Ayane’s from Dead or Alive. Why should i be subjected to your bullsh*t while you curtail and demonize mine? Motherf*ckers want to be champions of tolerance and understanding but these same motherf*ckers sure refuse to understand any point of view obtuse to their own. You want that moral high grown so bad? Then stop picking and choosing what is or isn’t offensive. Either all of it is okay or none of it.

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sasster · 7 years

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hi i know i made one of these before but i thought i’d make one in the interest of full disclosure

my name is chase (you can call me aster or coko though, that’s fine) and i am 21 years old, i’ve been in the fantroll community since i was 16 and i did a Lot of growing up here unfortunately

and i had a lot of bad ends with people that used to be or are still in the community

if you are curious as to why i’m on someones black list

chances are we met had a bad end and they’re left with a perception of me from 2015 or before, and they’re entitled to that opinion of me. if for whatever reason you decide that you and i can’t be pals then that’s fine i understand completely

i used to involve myself with drama that wasn’t my business and i’ve only recently got out of the habit of vague blogging about stupid stupid things

i’ve been in the community long enough to see people come and go and trends live and die and all that weird ancient wisdom bullshit, i don’t bother myself with canon or not canon you do you and i’ll do me

there are very very little people in the community that i cannot see on my dash for any reason whats so ever and if you hit me up in PM i’ll gladly tell you who they are, in the interest of trying to not put them on my dash, not just to gossip.

this isn’t meant to like deter you from making friends with anyone or weasel my way out of anything

there are just some people in the world that ended off on bad terms with me, and im trying my damnedest not to be weird of standoffish to anyone in terms of the community and making new friends.

this isn’t in response to anything or to lash out at anyone this is just something that i need to be understood by anyone that tries to interact with me

i have a long history in this community and there are people who do not like me and will probably tell you that if you ever bring me up and i don’t want it to feel like it’s something that i won’t talk about if it’s brought up if you want my side of a story you heard to formulate your own opinion but please please do not ask me for some information that happened three four five years ago to treat as a hot new gossip

i just want that if any one person who this post might be “subbing” to understand (if for whatever reason one of you see this post) that i do not intend to trash talk you or make you look bad to potential friends or rp partners, please do not think i am talking about you or your friends or anything because that is not what this post is intended to be

i don’t know what this post was supposed to be but it’s something that was on my chest and i just needed to do a early morning vent i suppose

i know i posted this at 6 am because i am a weenie and a coward so please hit that like if you read this also please do not rebagle it because

it’s not really intended to go far, just for my followers eyes.

thank

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rocky-alex · 7 years

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Motels Won’t Cut It Anymore

Word count: 737

Warnings: Emotions

Pairing: Reader x Sam

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Chapter nineteen: I Can’t Believe There’s Something Good Inside Of Me

Hours had passed since your shower. The bottle was half empty and you were standing on your bed, trying not to fall over while attempting to dance. On the floor infront of you Dean was dancing too, bottle in hand. A while ago you’d switched up the music to a favourite band of yours. A song you were all too familiar with started up.

“Oh, oh!”

“Everywhere I go, bitches always know that Charlie Scene has got weenie that he loves to show.”

It was one of their songs you’d learned the whole lyrics to, so naturally you got your rap on and sang every word.

“Lets get this party started, lets keep them 40’s poppin’. So just get buzzed and stay fucked up we’ll keep them panties droppin’.”

The booze made your head spin like crazy, but you weren’t quite at the stage where you’d have to throw up, and you intended to keep it that way. Dean must have a high as fuck tolerance because he’d had almost twice as much as you had and he was still standing.

“Everywhere I go, bitches always know that Dean he’s got a little weenie that he loves to shoooow.”

“Hey!” Dean looked downright offended, and like he was going to say something else but you cut him off.

“Defending your own junk is not the way to preserve your masculinity, Tay tay,” you slurred out, and flopped down on the bed, grabbing the bottle from the nightstand. Dean grumbled, obviously wanting fire back something witty, but coming up empty.

Eventually you both ended up on the bed, heads next to each other and legs hanging off either side. The volume was down and the music was now just in the background.

“I meant what I said, Y/N. This isn’t just your fight. Me and Sam, we’re with you.”

“I know you are, Dean, I’m just having a hard time understanding why you would take on a risk like my family coming after me.”

“It’s nothing we haven’t done before.” “You make a habit of taking in strays with murderous relatives?” At least it got a laugh out of him.

“I meant that danger is something we’ve lived with our whole lives. We know how to handle it, and ourselves.” “Sam told me why you asked me to come with you here when you realised I could be in danger.” “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. He said you’ve seen too many people die, and that you saw a chance with me that you didn’t get a lot.” Dean didn’t say anything for a while.

“I can’t believe, that when I breathe, there’s something good inside of me, just one good thing inside of me.”

“We care about you, Y/N. Especially Sam.” “Yeah, I know…”

“Oh you ‘know’?” Dean sat up and looked down at you, narrowing his eyes. “Sam wouldn’t tell me if there was something going on between you two, which makes me think there is.”

“I can imagine that what you ‘think’ is way more than what actually happened.” “So something did happen.” “Your brother kissed me.” “Atta boy, Sammy.” Dean smiled. Your alcohol soaked mind decided that now was the time to get even more personal.

“What about you, Dean? Do you have someone?” His smile fell and he looked away. You sat up as well, staring at the back of his head.

“Do you do that a lot?” He turned back to you.

“Do what?”

“Close yourself off from people? Because I can tell you, aside from jokes, teasing and need-to-know information, getting you to talk about something is difficult. And I haven’t even tried all that much.” “Sam’s the sharer and carer in the family.” Oh didn’t you know it.

“I’m gonna tell you something you might not believe, big boy. Emotions aren’t dangerous.” “Says the girl drinking herself unconscious.”

“I lost someone I love, I’m entitled.” “Take it from someone with half a liver left, that’s not the way to live.” “No one said I was going to make it my new lifestyle. Post-hangover and freshly showered I’ll join Sam in the library to figure out what the fuck my family is up to.” Dean raised his bottle and you clinked it with your own.

“I’ll drink to that, Dorothy.”

“Okay, one day I’m going to make you explain what that is all about.” He chuckled and took a swig.

@bookchic20

@carryonmyswansong sorry, the tag stopped working again, I’ll try to fix it

Note: Short one, I know, but more will come. I’m working a lot right now, so I don’t have all that much time to write.

I just had to have the Hollywood Undead songs in this chapter, it just called to me :P

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bee-whistler · 7 years

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Someone dissed Zero over on Facebook and I got a real strong desire for a weenie roast. But I’ll be good... I put in a post directly under it saying that I and lots of others think he’s wonderful. Everyone’s entitled to their opinion, but they never used that term. They just said he was terrible. Maybe they meant it in the old fashioned sense, like he’s gonna grow super tall like Jet Jaguar and become mighty and terrible and fight giant monsters in a major metropolitan city...

On looking once more, the post appears to be gone. Like the entire post made by the band. Hm. Well, I behaved myself so I dunno what happened.

Shame. The comments included the amusing fact that someone who hadn’t followed the band for a while thought The Spine was called Spike.

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smokeybrandcompositions · 6 years

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Requiem

I was hesitant to speak on this Tumblrpocolypse because I find the notion to be ridiculous, on both fronts, but seeing this algorithm just decimate posts and the absolute ludicrous way cats are getting around it, I kind of feel like it's time to say something. I’ve had my main blog since 2008, I think? little brother showed me the site and I was hooked. It was everything my introverted, tortured artist self, wanted in a mixed media blogging site. There were so many resources at your fingertips here, long before it became a haven for SJW weenies and PC pussies. Long before all these cries of safe spaces, Tumblr was more a space for artists. I dug that. I still do. The beauty of this site, however, lay in the fact that you had the freedom to post anything and everything. If you were into nude photography, you had an audience. Socially conscious slam poetry? Conscious. Cartoony, yet, adorable characters? Audience. I think Rebecca Sugar got her start here, which is dope I guess. I don’t like Steven Universe, but a great many people do. I’m more a fan of her Marceline stuff from, Adventure Time. The exposure Tumblr allotted to cats1 propelled it’s visibility in the masses and I think that’s where sh*t turned. When Tumblr became mainstream popular, corporate came a-knockin’ and they sold out hard. Gone was my little indie site full of irreverent artisan rebels, and in came sweeping changes to the format, sponsored by Yahoo. Cats bailed in droves, but I stayed because, go for the most part, my blogs are just form me. Over time, cats I followed fell of. Mostly because they aged out of the site or whatever, but I didn’t. I was intrigued by it’s evolution. By then, we were on the third generation of users. All of the 12 and 13-year-olds that started when I was on, were no edgelords High School seniors and College Freshman. That third crop of kids is where everything changed.

When this whole SLW wave hit a few years back, it washed over everything Tumblr was. Gone was the free spirit and artistic drive that once permeated the site, replaced with armchair hackactivism and inept outrage culture. The meek inherited the earth and everyone’s personal feelings suddenly became my problem to deal with. I was born in 84. I’m a tweener caught between the last of gen X and the very first of Gen Y, otherwise known as Millennials, to the general populace. But, when cats SAY Millennials, they mean 90s Millennials. There is a distinct difference between us and them, mostly because we, as the 80s Millennials, ended up raising our sibling born in the 90s. We had the entire world kick us in the dick at, like, 4 years old whereas 90s babies were born into the most economically powerful time in the history of the US. By the time they came along, cats were drugging their children with medical speed, trying to get them to focus in class, instead of talking to them and figuring out why their grades were bad or way they were so disruptive. Gone was a culture of earning a W, breeding a healthy sense of competition, and participation trophies abounded. It became commonplace to see soccer moms, with little bags of orange slices at three ready, waiting to reward their uncoordinated children after terrible game where no one kept score because “winning” was unsportsmanlike. These are the entitle brats that stormed into Tumblr, complaining about pronouns and making up another 56,473 genders I gotta be sensitive to, when none of that sh*t is real. Everybody else’s problem is my problem now and I hate it.

When Gen Z began to frequent the site, it seemed like an aggressive, conservative, prudishness came with them. Suddenly, cats were decrying every post for being politically incorrect or triggering or some other such nonsense. AS a grown ass man, I would look at that stuff and just ponder why it was even necessary to engage. Like, you have a blog because you’re on Tumblr, That’s your soapbox. You can scream into the void of the internet all you want here. I’m f*cking doing it right now! Why is it necessary to bark at cars with opinions that differ from you? Debate can be healthy, sure, but it’s never a constructive argument. It’s always a bunch of entitles kids, getting offended because you don’t care to facilitate a safe space for them, in YOUR personal; space. That sh*t is whack, son. And, invariably, from there came the attack on the nudity that was all over the site. Honestly, I get some of the vitriol. I have been followed by so many porn bot sites, it’s ridiculous. However, there are some decent joints on here that too dope ass nudes. I learned to draw women form porn magazine so i can appreciate a solid nude every no an again. And that’s not counting the legitimate art with the nude form as it’s focus. I have seen some beautiful sh*t on this site and it’s a shame that it’s all been relegated to oblivion now, mostly because Tumblr refused to properly moderate their own site. Especially considering all the hate speech and violent rhetoric that is rampant on the site. Like, one of the new guidelines is that an exposed, naked, female, nipple. Will get your sh*t flagged. Are you f*cking serious? How is that a delineation? Why a female nipple and not a male nipple? They’re both f*cking nipples! How is one accepted and the other taboo? Besides, titties are fundamentally amazing and should be celebrated! Everyone loves boobs so why are they being exiled so haphazardly? It’s wild to see what’s happening to the NSFW blogs when, way back in the beginning, Tumblr built itself on being body positive. That sh*t is a wild shame.

Yahoo swears this is to protect the kids but it’s not. There was a report saying child porn was found on the site, so it was pulled from the Apple store. I’ve been on Tumblr for a decade and never once saw anything remotely resembling kiddie porn. Pretty sure that sh*t got flagged out as soon as it was posted, if it was even posted. But the ghost of impropriety is enough to cause corporate to react in a shot-sighted, knee jerk reaction. That is the climate we all live in now, where an accusation can collapse your entire world. A whisper can destroy your entire life. When Yahoo took over Tumblr, they swore they wouldn’t change the spirit of the site. For a while, they were true to their word. However, the second their money was threatened, suddenly, “We gotta protect the children!” In reality, it’s more “We gotta protect our pockets!” It’s sad to see a community i’ve grown to love, waste away because some asshole in an office somewhere, who has no idea what this site means to people all over the world, decided to nuke the very spirit of it because Apple pulled their app. That’s all this is and it’s killing one of the most wonderful, eclectic, experiences I’ve ever had the pleasure to be a part of.

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