#man girls are so pretty hhhhh

[liliallowed]

I sometimes question if I'm really a lesbian or if I just aro/ace.

then I see this tall girl and internally simp as I walk past her as quick as a scared squirrel.

yep definitely a lesbian...

I mean I also simp for dust but he's a fictional character so uhhh i don't think that counts.

we'll see if I'm bi when I see a boy I consider attractive. I've been waiting for 20+ years. who knows. anyyyyy day now/j

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I CAN'T CLOSE MY EYES ALONE ; SATORU GOJO

synopsis; arguing with satoru is always exhausting. bitter and spiteful, you leave him in the bedroom and go find another place to sleep; your couch would be the obvious choice, but where’s the fun in that?

word count; 4.2k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, f!reader (he calls you ’stubborn girl’ n ’pretty girl’ but other than that it’s gn!!), toru and reader have a fight, reader sleeps in the bathtub (don’t ask it came to me in a vision), hurt/comfort, he's doing his best :<, fluff!!

a/n; smth abt …. arguing w satoru gojo ……. idk why the concept has possessed me in the way that it has i just think hurt/comfort w toru is <33

okay, so maybe this wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had.

in your defense, you weren’t exactly thinking straight; fueled by spite, eager to get far away, and admittedly a little curious as to how it would feel, the decision was made almost purely on impulse. and stupidity, probably.

it’s not comfortable at all.

maybe it could be. maybe if you had just a couple more pillows, a fluffier blanket with a cozier texture. maybe if you had something soft to put beneath you, another blanket or a comforter or — whatever. maybe if you had a warm cup of tea to drink. maybe if you had something warm to hug to sleep. 

or someone.

(aw, what’s wrong? can’t sleep without me after all, huh?)

— nope. you are not going back there. 

just the thought of how smug he’d get makes you bite the inside of your cheek, increasing your already growing frustrations. in desperate search of a more comfortable position, you nuzzle further into the pillow, but nothing works.

your limbs feel stiff, and your bones can’t seem to relax, a discomforting numbness seeping into your spine. and it’s cold. the feeling of porcelain against your skin keeps you tossing and turning, akin to an icy winter breeze, caressing the apple of your cheek. 

still, there’s simply no other option. under absolutely no circumstances can you turn back now. not when you’ve come this far, when you can almost begin to sense an inkling of sleep’s familiar call, the drowsy flutter of your eyelashes.

it takes time, and perseverance — but eventually, the road to sleep does seem to brighten on the horizon. crawling closer and closer, lulling you into its embrace, while all you can do is lie there. completely at its mercy, exhaustion ghosting your subconscious, eyelids ripe with fatigue. 

slowly but surely, your consciousness begins to fade. tenderly, soothingly, like a curtain over your eyes being slowly unveiled. you can almost taste it, on the tip of your tongue; sleep is only a moment away.

soon, you’ll fall into that cozy abyss. and then you’ll open your eyes, and the morning sun will greet you. it’ll be a new day, a better day.

so you keep your eyes closed, and sink a little further into the plush of your pillow, and —

the light flickers on.

in the state you’re in, tiptoeing on the edge between dreams and reality, so tantalizingly close to falling asleep, the brightness is positively grating. even through your shut eyes, it invades your senses — a glow so irritating it’s startling. the bathroom lights mock you with their shine, illuminating your figure, curled up in the tiny bathtub. 

the whine you let out is involuntary, coaxed out from deep within your throat, as the uncomfortable sensation rouses you from your would-be slumber.

satoru raises an unimpressed eyebrow, where he stands by the door.

chest bare, wearing only a flimsy pair of sleeping shorts, he looks at you with tired eyes. exasperation painted onto his dishevelled features. then he clicks his tongue, voice raspy and rich with fatigue.

”you’re ridiculous.”

the judgemental tilt of his voice only makes the annoyance in your veins bubble up once more, just when it was finally about to dwindle. eyes squeezed shut to escape the burn of the artificial light, you let out a sharp wince, burrowing your face deeper into the pillow. 

”turn it off!”

ignoring your angry plea, satoru makes his way over to you. with long, slow strides, vaguely uncoordinated steps. just a little clumsy. he plops down on the edge of the bathtub, and gazes down at you.

you’re lying on your side, arms wrapped around a fluffy cushion, knees against your chest. under the illumination of the bathroom lights, he can see you clearly; messy hair that he yearns to ruffle, a crease between your brows that he yearns to smooth away.

you look awfully uncomfortable, to no one’s surprise. he isn’t sure what else you were expecting. 

despite the sting of the bright lights, you force your eyes open — only to give satoru a halfhearted glare, an attempt at appearing intimidating. though you somehow doubt it’ll work.

resting his jaw on the heel of his palm, satoru tilts his head. soft locks of white hair follow the movement, falling over his eyes, a little more tousled than usual. like he’s been tossing and turning, sprawled out on the bedroom mattress.

and, just like you suspected, the dirty look you send his way doesn’t seem to scare him off. not even in the slightest. if anything, you think you catch a flicker of lazy amusement dancing through his eyes. and it irks you, it does — an itch beneath your skin, a taste of irritation on your tongue.

because satoru is looking at you like you’re somehow in the wrong, here, like you’re the one acting out. as if he isn’t the reason you’re here in the first place.

at this point, you barely even remember what the fight was about. too sleep-deprived to recall it properly, too stressed to make a genuine attempt. all you remember is getting ready for bed, and the familiar sensation of frustration prickling your skin. you remember his pretty little grin, his teasing remarks and refusal to take you seriously.

remember the way he laughed, when you told him what was bothering you; the crinkle of his eyes, the warmth of his hands reaching over to squish your cheeks. a little patronizing.

(there was no malicious intent behind it, that much you know. he probably just wanted to lighten the mood. but it irked you, all the same. hurt you, maybe. just a little bit.)

then you remember storming out. grabbing a blanket and pillow and telling him to sleep on his own, if that’s how he was going to be. the words felt cold as they left your mouth, little breathy icicles. and then you left.

which is why you’re here, right now. curled up in your goddamn bathtub, for some reason that still escapes you, trying desperately to get even a wink of sleep without your boyfriend there to help.

and that’s also why satoru is here, back a tad slouched as he sits on the edge of the bathtub, looking at you like you’re some misbehaving cat. blinking slowly, drowsily, dragged down by the fatigue clinging to his eyelashes. 

(he can’t sleep, either.)

”you’re really gonna sleep in there?” he sighs, after a moment’s pause. any honest concern in his voice is almost entirely overshadowed by the sense of admonition that follows it.

a scoff falls from your lips, sharp like a razorblade. ”yes,” you deadpan, shifting to lie on your stomach, hiding away from his insistent view. ”i was sleeping just fine before you barged in here.”

satoru shoots you a look, thoroughly unimpressed, entirely unconvinced of your blatant lie. ”you’re being dumb,” he huffs. ”at least sleep on the couch.”

”i don’t wanna hear that from you,” comes a hiss, low and disgruntled. a growing irritation. ”and i’m comfortable where i am.”

another dissatisfied huff. why are you being so irrational? he just doesn’t get it. scrambling for excuses, satoru tries his hand at another tactic. 

”you’ll hurt your back.”

another little scoff. oh, so now he suddenly cares? you can’t believe him. 

”so what?”

a moment passes. satoru bites his lip, teeth sinking softly into the flesh; a little pang of ache, but it’s nothing compared to the twist of discomfort in his chest. you’re making this more difficult than it has to be, he thinks. always so stubborn. 

what is he supposed to say? how is he supposed to convince you to come back to bed, when you’re already so set on denying him?

god, he’s tired. he just wants to sleep, close his jaded eyes. just wants to not have to think, for a couple hours, curled up with the only person who makes him feel safe. just wants to dream in soft shapes.

but if you aren’t there, then…

a deep sigh. weary, annoyed. ”c’mon,” he coaxes, blinking sluggishly. ”you know you won’t be able to fall asleep without me. can’t we just make up already?”

your nails dig into the fabric of your blanket. every word he says only seems to deepen the sense of irritation plaguing your sleep-deprived mind.

it makes you want to shut him out, bury your head in the soft sheets and forget about everything else. he keeps acting like you’re just overreacting, like you wanted to have an argument. like he wasn’t the one who made you upset and then laughed at you about it. 

”i don’t need you to fall asleep,” you grumble, muffled by the pillow in your grasp, arms tightening around it. nuzzling deeper into the soft velvet comfort.

satoru’s fingers twitch, as if urging him to pull you close. he almost glares at the cushion in your arms, that you’re hugging so fondly, putting all your body weight on — snuggling into it in search of comfort and warmth.

(that should be his chest.)

the gears in his head turn, slowly and mechanically, as he brings a hand up to card through his hair.

satoru hates seeing you so upset, so far away from him. having to watch you close yourself off, not allowing him to be near, soothe you and take care of you. kiss all your worries away. that’s all he wants to do, everything he needs to keep himself whole, to keep himself from being devoured by an exhaustion he’s lived with for as long as he can remember.

a strong frustration gnaws at his conscience. a certain desperation.

a big, heavy sigh leaves his lips. it bounces off the walls of the bathroom, the white tiles and shiny mirror, as he drags it out. almost childishly. then he’s angling his body to face you properly, big hands resting on his knees, a determined gaze set on your figure.

”look, i’m sorry,” he starts, rigid and earnest. blinking once, twice, chasing away the drowsy weight of his eyelids. ”i shouldn’t have laughed.”

your ears perk up.

shifting to your side as if hoping to hear him better, you peek up at him through half-lidded eyes. almost in disbelief, a kind of hope sprouting in the corners of your dilated pupils.

is he genuinely going to apologize, you wonder? admit that he was in the wrong? does he actually feel bad?

a moment passes. slow, drawn out, until satoru’s voice spills into the air again.

”there. i apologized,” he exhales, a little gruff. annoyed. ”now will you please just come to bed?”

…

wow. 

okay, nevermind. you hope the ceiling fan falls on him.

beneath your skin, a mellow kind of anger bubbles up, blood slowly coming to a boiling point. he’s not sorry at all. of course he isn’t. you were stupid to think he’d actually give you a sincere apology, stupid to think he’d do the one thing that would actually make you want to fall back into his comforting embrace. stupid, stupid. 

clenching your teeth, nails digging into the velvet fabric of the pillow, your eyelids flutter shut once more. only this time, you don’t plan on opening them again — at least not until morning comes. not until you see the sunkissed tiles of the bathroom, until the ache inside your chest has passed.

”satoru,” you enunciate, frigid and final. ”just let me sleep. we can talk tomorrow.” a beat. the tiniest grumble resounds from your lips, tinged with exhaustion. ”i’m too tired for this.”

under his breath, satoru winces. that palpable fatigue in your words sends a tremor running through his chest, discomforting, a shiver of his heart. you won’t look at him anymore, and the hint of finality in your tone makes him feel slightly dejected.

god, he’s awful at this. sincerity has never been his strong suit. he’s gotten better, lately, but it’s still so very foreign.

he didn’t mean to make you angry, didn’t mean to upset you. didn’t mean for the lilt of his voice to make his apology sound insincere. but that’s still what happened.

and satoru isn’t quite sure what to do. 

he’s tired. eyes heavy with lost sleep, glimpses of would-be nightmares he knows he’d have were he to fall asleep right now. an anxious lump has long since formed in the back of his throat, and he misses you. misses your presence, your warmth. misses the feeling of having you close, the knowledge that you haven’t left yet.

(without you, he can’t —)

a sigh. soft, and resigned, flowing from his lips.

the inner turmoil in satoru’s mind begins to fade, slowly but surely, smoothed away by the sight of you. bundled up in a blanket too small to cover you properly, lying in that cold and cramped bathtub, discomfort evident in your features. sadness dripping from the bitter words you grace him with.

so out of reach, too far for him to follow, a boundary he wants to cross more than anything. but something about that meek expression makes him falter, makes his heart twist and turn inside his ribcage.

(he knows that you’re tired, too.)

so satoru swallows his pride.

the words are spoken in a whisper, hushed, through a voice so low you wouldn’t hear it if the silence of the bathroom wasn’t so suffocating. a soft lilt of his voice, bare and raw. meek, in a way that makes him want to crawl under a rock and die. but it’s there, and he lets you hear it; that soft little truth.

”… i can’t sleep without you.”

satoru doesn’t look at you. his confession rings in your ears, laced together with a softness you’ve come to associate with warm spring mornings and rooms so dark you can’t see his face. moments in which satoru feels safe. safe enough to be sincere.

— inevitably, your heart begins to soften.

(he’s trying. it’s difficult for him, but he’s really trying. sincerity and honesty are things that have been used against him all his life, so it’s no wonder he’d be scared.)

it’s very hard to stay mad at him, when he sounds like that. when his words come out sounding a little too much like a plea, a silent call for help. 

with hesitance, you allow your eyes to flutter open, shifting a little to get a better look at him. he’s there, staring into space — the man you’ve grown to love so dearly. his tousled white hair, those slightly forlorn eyes. the vague darkness beneath them, slightly puffy skin. that tired, tired expression. 

satoru taps the edge of the tub with the pads of his fingers, absentmindedly. index finger, middle finger, ring finger, over and over.

then, at last, he meets your gaze. and you think he swallows down a gulp, before smiling — it’s a pretty smile, somewhat tiny. a little sheepish, but awfully sincere. awfully satoru.

he tilts his head, gazing into your eyes with a tenderness that melts your heart to the marrow.

”… please?”

a second passes. then two. 

soft and melodic, your heartbeat resounds in your ears, akin to a lullaby. like the call of a siren, coaxing you into giving in. and you’re weak, you realize, so very weak. just a smile and a tilt of his head, and you’re rendered utterly helpless. 

(he’s just too pretty.)

without fully realizing it yourself, you’ve begun to move, dragging yourself up with sluggish motions. blanket still draped over your shoulders, and pillow snug against your chest, you blink. drowsily, slowly. a little meekly. 

and satoru brightens.

it’s visible, in the way he physically perks up, back straightening, smile finally reaching his aquamarine eyes. a blend between hope and affection sprouts in them, slathered over with something honeyed.

a soft grin blooms on his lips, and he opens his arms wide — silently beckoning you to fall into his embrace. a raspy coo tiptoes on his tongue. 

”c’mere.”

before you can make a move to do so, satoru leans over. scooping you up with ease, as if you weigh absolutely nothing, tucking you into his warm embrace. smothering you in his cushiony chest.

almost instinctively, your arms go to wrap around his neck, cheek smushed against the warm skin of his shoulder. if you strain your ears, you think you can hear the soft patter of his heartbeat. he smells of the tiramisu you ate before going to bed, and just a hint of expensive cologne. he smells of comfort.

satoru is soft, and warm, and everything you need right now. lulling you back into that cozy, sleepy state. your very own personal dose of melanin.

with a big palm on the small of your back, satoru keeps you pressed up against his chest, as if you could change your mind and try to escape at any moment. he stands up, still holding you, and hikes your legs around his waist. breathing out a satisfied hum, before turning on his heel.

satoru smiles, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. ”let’s get you back to bed, baby.”

after turning the bathroom lights off, he begins to walk to your shared bedroom, still carrying you with one arm. always so strong and reliable. you know for a fact that he’s not going to drop you, so you opt to close your tired eyes; stretching out your limbs, lazily, releasing a quiet yawn that makes his lips curl up.

despite your lingering frustration, you find yourself nuzzling into the crook of his neck — and satoru coos, so painfully soft that you barely even hear it. the restlessness inside his own chest washed away, by the familairity of your body against his.

and before you know it, he’s dropped you down on the mattress. gently, but still enough to make you feel a little jostled, so close to falling asleep in his arms. he drags the blanket up to cover you, tucking you in; this one is bigger, with a fluffier texture, enough to cover you both with ease.

smiling softly at the sight of you all cozy, content in the knowledge that you’re finally comfortable, satoru crawls beneath the blanket and takes his rightful place beside you. eyes crinkled at the corners, rich with affection.

two strong arms reach around your waist, to pull you flush against him, until your head meets his chest and you can hear the soft thrumming of his heartstrings. then he sighs, in pure bliss, thoroughly content. melting into your embrace, rubbing his cheek against the side of your head, nuzzling into the warmth that seeps from your body to his.

he runs his big hands down your back, affectionately, rubbing circles into your skin. coaxing you into melting a little, too.

”see, isn’t this much better?” he smiles, a little cheeky. such a tease.

”… the bathtub was fine.”

a chuckle rumbles through his chest, rich with fondness. his hand goes to card through your hair, nimble fingers smoothing down your scalp and running through the soft strands. every touch gentle, full of care. every word soaked in a syrupy sweetness.

”stubborn girl.”

despite your best wishes, you’re too tired to bite back the blissful sigh that leaves your lips. a part of you still wants to protest, to push him away —

but then you start leaning into his touch. helpless to his warm hands, his soothing voice. satoru is just a little too good at making you melt. so good that you finally begin to let your guard down, nuzzling into his bare skin, sinking a little further into the mattress. 

and satoru stifles a coo. 

”honestly,” he sighs, equal parts exasperated and amused. ”sleeping in the bathtub… you’re so silly.”

before you have a chance to respond, he’s pulling back — ever so slightly, just to get a better look at your face. arms looped around his neck, you blink up at him with droopy eyes, and he can’t resist the dopey grin that sneaks its way onto his lips. doesn’t even begin to try, when you look so unbearably sweet.

unable to stop himself, he broaches the distance between you, leaning close to kiss the top of your nose. and you squeeze your eyes shut at the gesture, face scrunching up, but it only makes him chuckle. smiling, honey-sweet, he admires your sleepy pout. soaks up every soft little grumble that slips from your lips.

his hand comes to cradle your cheek, thumb smoothing down your cheekbone. just gazing at you, taking you in, every single contour of your face. there is only adoration in his eyes. something silently delighted, that seeps into his words, his raspy voice.

”my pretty, pretty girl.”

a heat rushes to your cheeks. looking up at him, into those lovesick eyes, you can’t help but grow flustered.

he looks so content.

all you manage is a weak furrow of your brows, pressing a palm against his bare skin. softly, as if pushing him away, forehead meeting his chest with a soft bonk. hiding away, so he won’t see how much his words affect you.

”lemme sleep, toru…” you mumble, stifling a yawn.

unfortunately, your boyfriend is not one to give in so easily. before long, his fingertips are trailing across the skin of your jaw, coaxing you into lifting your chin. and you’re too sleepy to resist — practically melting, as he begins to smear openmouthed kisses all over your face. all you can do is close your eyes, attempting to ignore the sound of his exaggerated mwahs, frowning in a silent disapproval that you know you don’t actually mean.

satoru notices it, though. he always does.

”you still mad at me, baby?” he asks, in a way that sounds a little like he’s cooing at you. there’s a teasing tilt to his voice, but it’s also a genuine question. your frown deepens.

averting your gaze with a soft huff, even as he cradles your jaw with his slender fingers, a pout plays at your lips. under his kind eyes, you feel just a bit meek — recalling your argument from before. absentmindedly, you fidget with the waistband of his shorts, hoping to ease your nerves.

despite your valiant efforts to direct your vocal cords in a different direction, the voice that spills from your lips comes out sounding just a tad hurt.

”… you never take me seriously.”

satoru’s eyes soften.

his smile falters, by a hair, a brief stilling of movement. subtle, but hard not to pick up on. there’s a certain sense of shame in his irises, a genuine guilt stirring his heartstrings; several discomforting sensations, gnawing at the bones of his ribcage.

(you look so small.)

two hands reach out to cup your cheeks, big and warm. swallowing up your whole face. and before you can react, satoru leans in to press a sweet, chaste kiss against your lips. he tastes like tiramisu. 

”’m sorry. we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?” he hums, and you can tell that he means it. ”i promise that i’ll take you seriously. for real, this time.”

as you look into those eyes of his, blue and soft around the edges, the last of your frustration is finally washed away. with a meek downward glance, and a faint nod, satoru relaxes — releasing a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. relieved at your silent forgiveness.

tomorrow, he’ll definitely make it up to you. he’ll hear you out, without opening his big mouth, or trying to skirt around any emotions that make him feel even slightly uncomfortable. smoothing a big palm down your back, he hopes you feel it as a silent apology. 

for now, he’ll just hold you. he’ll hold you, and kiss all your worries away, and keep you comfy and warm. that’s his duty. the only one he’d willingly choose, the only weight on his shoulders that never feels even a little bit suffocating. the only one he wouldn’t cast away, if given the chance.

nuzzling back into the safety of his collarbone, your heartbeat settles into a drowsy rhythm, slow and serene. satoru squeezes you in a tight hug, reassuring. comforting.

he can be a handful, and a little insensitive, but you love him a lot. you can’t imagine not loving him. 

”… goodnight, toru,” you whisper. ready to give into sleep’s call, at last.

satoru smiles. you can hear it in his voice, sweet and silky, a soft curl of his lips. ”goodnight, honey,” he presses a kiss against your shoulder. warm, his breath on your skin. ”i love you.”

a yawn escapes your throat. ”love you too…” you mumble, sleepily. that one soft truth, before your consciousness fades.

and satoru’s smile only grows. hopelessly, inevitably, in the same way his hands can’t help but to bring you closer. until your heart is flush against his own, and he swears he can feel your heartbeats synchronize.

finally, with those three little words, satoru should be able to go to sleep. drifting off, he can only hope you’ll still be in his arms by the time he awakens.

(then again; you always are, aren’t you?)

[poppy-metal]

NEED to be tashi’s innocent stepsister who Patrick’s just obsessed with whilst he’s dating her. Your sister is your whole world, Patrick can see that. You look at tashi like she hung the moon in the sky herself and if he looks too closely he can see the lust for her in your eyes, buried beneath all that admiration.

So of course he decides to be proactive about it. One night he’s staying over at your parent’s place and as the evening rolls around he fucks tashi. Like fucks her, making sure she’s gushed over his cock at least three times, making him alllll nice and wet. He waits for her to fall asleep and sneaks into your room to shove his cock in your mouth.

At first you’re a bit dubious about it, you would never want to hurt your sister but as soon as that sweet, tangy, indescribable taste hits your tongue you can’t help but go to town on his hard cock.

“You like that?” He teases you from above, jerking his hips mercilessly into your mouth “taste good?”

You gargle out something akin to an agreement before he’s bending down to groan into your ear “you better savour that shit up, that’s the taste of your sister’s pussy”

Might come off anon might not but for the time being can I pretty please be ur sweet 🐉 if it’s not taken?

🐉 when I catch you,,,,, when i catch you,,,,,

hhhhh you hate that patrick has power over you and you even more that you kinda like it - it was easier when he was just tashi's dumbfuck boyfriend you hated for stealing her attention. you were so sure you were sneaky about it, your admiration innocent in appearance - your preening under her attention just the sweetness of a younger sister. no one had to know you stole your big step!sisters panties and rubbed your pussy raw while you sniffed them. no one had to know you secretly seethed with jealousy when she regailed a story about how she fucked a girl on her strap once, no one had to know how you fucked yourself on your dildo imagining your big sister breaking open your virgin pussy on her big plastic cock - and when she got a stupid fucking boyfriend no one had to know you pressed your ear to the wall and humped your pillow to wet slapping sounds of patrick fucking her - the headboard slapping the very wall your ear rested against - her moans mixed with his animalistic grunts making your cunt gush - filled with so much jealousy, and want, and lust - you forgot to muffle your whimper when you came - that's what gave you away.

and when patrick started paying extra attention to you afterwards it made you uncomfortable. face flushing when he'd purposely tease you, bump his shoulder against yours when he plopped down next to you on the couch and leaned in way too close - the scent of his cologne and boy smell invading your nose and you told yourself you were grossed out by it, annoyed, scrunched your nose and shoved at him - his attention made you uncomfortable because it made you wet and you didn't want to have the hots for your stepsisters boyfriend when you already had the hots for her.

but when tashi would get all huffy and snap at patrick to leave you alone and threaten him you'd think you wanted patrick to bother you alot more if it meant tashi would get all protective over you like that. you loved when she got invested in you, that she vetted all the boys you went on dates with and hardly any of them impressed her - so you rarely dated at all.

you knew you could never have her though. she was too focused and driven - you doubted her and patrick were even serious - and you were in love with her. plus - you knew she was religious too, and even if she was okay with fucking around and having sex, you doubted fucking her little sister would be passable to her. she'd think you were gross and a pervert. she was perfect and was gonna be a tennis star and get married to a man someday and have a big family and be famous and you didn't fit into that. that didn't stop you from wanting though. from desiring. from being a freak.

freak enough to suck her boyfriends cock when he cornered you one night and confessed to knowing what a little pervert you were. you felt bad - you really did, this was tash's man, and she could act all tough and independent as much as she liked, but you knew she cared about patrick - he was cheating on her, technically, by propositioning you. the right thing would have been to tell her everything, despite what patrick might reveal about you - but you were far far far away from being a good girl.

you did try to resist, called patrick an asshole and a horrible person - you tried to be a good sister, but the second patrick gripped your hand and guided it to under his sweats, to his bare, sticky cock - and said - "v'got your sisters pussy all over my dick. you wanna taste her don't you, you little freak?"

you'd been helpless after that - and you'd always been naturally submissive, and yeah maybe you'd always admired how hot patrick was, but you'd never felt anything deeper about it, because it wasn't comparable to what you felt for tashi - but right then, at the moment, with him towering over you all intimidating and tall and his hair mussed from being in tashi's bed all night - you sunk to your knees for him, too easily.

let me be a bad sister in secret, you thought as you opened your mouth to receive patricks cock - if it meant it was the only way you'd ever get to taste your sisters cunt - you'd be fucking terrible.

patrick groans when you sink your mouth around him - his grip on your hair tight and hard. "lick the whole thing - fuck yeah, suck her off me -"

god, you really could taste her. a tangy saltiness on his cock that wasn't just his skin - the sticky film of what must have been her orgasm covering his thick shaft that you lapped at like a kitten, holding his cock up so you could lick the underside too- get every last remaint of her off his cock and onto your tongue - whining as you did it -

patrick reached down to grip himself for you, holding himself out of your way and pushing your head even further between his legs - "get my balls too. she was fuckin' drippin' all over them."

you'd given head before - albeit alot less enthusiastically then this - but you'd never given special attention to a man's balls. never had the desire too.

patricks balls are heavy things - he's got a fat sac, and you can see the individual balls inside the fleshy skin, like two well - balls, you suppose. or two ripe fruits. they hang from how full they are - the skin around them a little loose. they look meaty. the musk there is even more prominent too, more distinctive - he's got alot of fuzz down there and you should be disgusted - you know for a fact tashi isn't licking these balls, she'd said as much when she told you how much she hated giving head - and you'd agreed that it sucked, only for her to flick your forehead and tell you you shouldn't be sucking anyone's dick, because no one was good enough to be on your knees for -

and isn't that another thought? how angry she'd be at the fact that you're such a slut? on your knees and liking it. salivating at the smell of a man's sweaty balls inches from your face - she'd be so disappointed. your cunt throbs and you moan as you lean forward to lap at his sac.

your hand reaches between your legs as you explore his balls with your tongue - laving your tongue in circles across the silken flesh, suprised by how soft he is here, despite the hair, which you surprisingly don't mind - you're liking this alot more than you thought you ever would -

"fuck - knew you'd be such a fucking slut. open your mouth - " you do so eagerly, and he pushed your face almost entirely between his thick thighs, until your mouth is directly under his balls, "- yeah, just like that. shit, you're good at that."

he lowers his balls into your mouth and you close your lips around one of the fleshy stones - pulling and sucking it into your mouth with long swallows. like you're trying to pull it all the way into the back of your throat. you pull and suck pull and suck until he plops free from your mouth with a wet sound and he doesn't even have to ask before you're giving the same treatment to the other one - until his whole sac is wet and gleaming with your saliva and drool.

god, you feel insane - your mind is fuzzy - your nose is pressed up against the underside of his fat cock, hid knuckles bumping against the ridge of it because he's fucking jerking himself off while you gurgle on his nuts - he's disgusting and deplorable but you're not better, your tongue sneaking back to lick the underside of his sack, to his perineum, your head bobbing as you suck and suck and suck.

he just feels so warm in your mouth - squishy and full and the sensation is as fun as the taste is salty and good on your tongue - you're enjoying yourself so much that when he pulls you back you actually try to dive back in - forlorn as you stare at his dripping sac, wanting to go back, lap and lick and lave at them for hours -

you're not left wanting for long though, as she's soon feeding you the tip of his cock, and then more - your mouth stretching and splitting as he forces himself down your tight throat - "shittttt" he grunts, half hunched over you, and his palm slaps on the wall behind you, he looks down at you with the most debauched expression, pupils blown out, hair dark and wild, lips bitten red - and you feel a wash of pride that your mouth undid him that much - hate yourself for it -

he gets you all the way down, all the way to his thick base - until the thick thatch of hair at his pelvis, wirey and dark is brushing your upper lip and nose - he lets out the most pornographic moan that's so loud you actually feel a flash of panic that tashi will hear and coming barging in and see your mouth split wide around her boyfriends dick and - fuck why did that just make your clit pulse?

"she can't take me like this," he tells you - "she starts spitting up before I can even get - fuck - halfway down. but look at you - " he shakes your head a little, kind of jiggles it on his cock, moving it inside your mouth, and your throat constricts at the same time your pussy throbs and throbs and throbs - "you fuckin took that shit - oh fuck, if she knew what a little cocksucking slut her baby sister was - what d'you think? think she'd be proud?" his free hand comes down to cup your cheek, and he pushes against you so that his cock shifts in your mouth, pushes against the side of your cheek that he's cupping, his thumb strokes over your skin in faux tenderness.

you should bite his dick off - talking about tashi like that - so what if she can't deepthroat him? but you're so turned on, you can't help it. you can't even pinpoint why. you don't get off on the thought of hurting tashi - you'd rather kill yourself than upset her - and if you knew for certain if she knew about this and she'd cry over it, you'd gut patrick like a pig yourself.

but.

but then you think of her being proud - like he said. of her watching how much of her boyfriends cock you can take and being impressed.

you're not good at tennis - and that kills you - because it's tashis lifeblood - it's the very essence of her being. her one true love.

but what if this was something she could be impressed by? you'd always thought you'd only be happy with a guy if they were hand picked by tashi. almost like you wanted her to be there holding your hand with you on the dates you went on - there with you when you were kissing them - instructing them on how to do it, how to make it good for you - you never let them touch your cunt because in your head, you always knew, tashi would never approve of this guy taking my virginity.

obviously she approved of patrick enough for herself. and she did have high standards.

was this why you were letting this happen? you didn't know - you didn't want to analyze - it just felt good in the moment - so you moaned around him, and you reached into your panties and you touched your wet pussy as you let patrick zweig fuck your face in way he never would your sister's.

and when he cums, hot and pulsing on your tongue and down your throat - when he grunts - "stick out your tongue and show me", you open your mouth wide to show him you swallowed it all down. he grips your chin and his eyes shine with pleasure. an approval that sends shockwaves straight to your throbbing little clit.

he leans back, tucks his softening, wet cock back into his sweats - and you think he means to leave you - leave you to deal with all your conflicting emotions but then he scrubs a hand down his jaw. appraises you.

"you're a virgin?"

had tashi told him you were? or did it leak from your pores?

"what's it to you?" because, really. why did he care?

patrick tongues the inside of his cheek - and you hope he doesn't notice the way you squeeze your thighs together. you hate how fucking stupid hot he is. you wish tashi had gone for someone ugly, one of those "I don't know how he bagged her when she's a 10 and he's a 2" kinda situations, but no, because tashi was vain, and didn't date ugly people.

"I can fix that for you, if you want."

you stare at him. he'd said is so casually, like he was a math tutor offering to help you understand math homework better and not the guy dating your sister who he knew you wanted to fuck you -

"dude, what the fuck? you're dating my stepsister."

patrick raises an eyebrow. "didn't give a fuck about that when you were gargling my nuts just a second ago."

"you don't deserve her."

"yeah, no shit." he scoffs. straightens and shrugs like it's not big deal, though there was definitely a tinge of bitterness to that statement. he leaves your room, stopping at your doorframe to add, "just an offer. text me if you change your mind, yeah? we can work something out."

he slaps the top of your doorframe in a ridiculously boyish gesture as he leaves and you stare after him. dumbfounded.

of course you masturbate to the memory of the whole ordeal immediately after - still throbbing and horny from it all - and after you're left so empty and wanting, starting at your ceiling as your chest heaves up and down, and you can't help but think how similar you and patrick are, more than you'd thought. you both love tashi. you both kind of hate her for the power she holds over you. you're both kinda fucked up sexually, though patrick definitely has more experience than you.

and it's not like tashi is ever going to want you back - or actually be the one to take your virginity - so why not patrick? she'll break up with him soon, anyway. a fact even patrick seems to be aware of. it can just be a quick affair, a secret tryst. the closest you'll ever get to your big sister - and a way to scratch that perverted itch inside of you.

you last a week before you cave and text him.

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Dungeons and Daddies the Manga Lesson 19: Pop Punk

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Disappointed Faces of Your Peers (Page 73)

[Link]: How do we get goth like you, Scary?

[Scary]: All you need to do to be a good goth girl,

(or boy ig)

Is take all the love you have for yourself and throw it out.

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[Effect]: BANG!

[Link]: Okay, I’m going to try and visualizing this and put all the love I have for myself into a fingernail…

[Terry Jr]: What the fuck! 

They could hear that!

[Link]: Whatever man…

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[Normal]: I’m writing down everything I love about myself,

and I’m putting it behind this dumpster. 

[Link]: That’s pretty lame…

[Normal]: Well, you suck. 

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[Taylor]: I will take all the love I have for myself– the abundance of it- and channel it into 

Kaguya Shinomiya

So, my love for her is just double now. 

One Day, I’ll Leave You a Phantom (Page 74)

[Terry Jr.]: Hey, I need to tell you something. 

[Scary]: (Sigh)

What?

[TJ]: I don’t think I make it out of this part.

[Scary]: … What?

[TJ]: There was an item in D.A.D.D.I.E.S. HQ…

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[TJ]: The Die Another Day.

I rolled it and I aw the Black Parade, 

and I saw you, holding the tape measure. 

-

[TJ]:Something hits me in the head. 

I go down. 

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[TJ]: I just want you to know so it doesn’t freak you out.

[Scary]: No! I mean- I- I don’t care. 

[TJ]: Right. I’ve left Veronica a letter…back home..

[Scary]: Well, she’s gonna be pretty cheesed with just a letter!

So maybe you should…

Stick around…

So Paint It Black and Take it Back (Page 75)

[Effect]: Flip!

[Hermie]: Forward five steps. 

[Effect]: STOMP!

Oof!

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[Effect]: Hhhhh…

SHHH

[Scene]: Silence

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Give a Cheer For All The Broken (Page 76)

[Taylor]: (understood!)

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[Combat box]: Thaumaturgy

[Scary]: This is original. Just wrote it. 

It’s called… Wiser

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 [Poem, Scary]: The world breaks down into two veils.

One sits heavy on me,

drenched in thorns,

the other with knowledge,

thus impales me,

like a bitter devil with one horn.

The world breaks you down and then you die,

leaving nothing but the mess you’ve made.

Follow me to break the tie,

embrace the nothingness of the Black Parade.  

Everything sucks and no marching band

can give the truth.

Like my poetry now. 

I have no wisdom,

No fucking plan.

That makes me wiser.

Don’t ask me how. 

The end. 

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[Dice roll, Scary]: Intimidation 23

[Effect]: Murmur

Murmur

Murmur

[Combat box]: Vibe Damage, The Mood, - A Lot 

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[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena reactions S1Ep3 (I unfortunately don't have English reactions for the first two eps. They're at least half in German)

Xena Episode 3

Awww, Gabrielle training. (sword stuckkkk)

"You're lucky the tree was unarmed" 😂

Wisdom before weapons

Xena three seconds later: *pulls sword*

NOOOO, GABRIELLE BABYYY kein Schwert!

Uh oh. Orpheus? Or Morpheus? *rewinds* yeah, no idea. Probably Morpheus. Cos title: Dreamworker

"I'm waiting for you to say it for me" Pfft, the lesbianism

Gabrielle... No swordies for u

Oh yeah. Morpheus.

"You must be experienced then." "I've had experiences" SO valid as an answer

"Bigger" Xena staring at her breasts.

"IT'S NOT LIKE YOUR BREASTS ARE DANGEROUS ENOUGH" dhdhdvsvsva GABRIELLE

*shoves guy against barrel* Oop. She is BIG MAD her gf is gone. (Vastra 🤝 Xena)

"I'm not the wifey type" LESBIAN

Uh oh. Gabrielle senses opportunity

Ooooop, Gabrielle shouldn't kill

Travel dreams to save her love. (Something something "time travel was always possible in dreams")

"Use your own mind against you" uh oh

Is she wearing purple? Pwettyyy (not giving Katie McGrath at all, yes I'm gay)

OHHHH. Names of her victims. It's so much harder to kill when you see people as people...

"Kill us" oh yikes I'm getting hooj FMAB vibes from the philosopher's stone scenes. Especially in uhhhhh when they're stuck in the wrong portal

Oiii, Morpheus is not an ally to lesbians. Rude. Boo

Gabrielle my pretty princess I will fall to my knees are worship at your feet (I'm gay)

Remember Xena's words, Gabrielle

She made them fight each other, whoop

I want them to speak through either dreams-

Ohhh. The lesbianismssss xD So gae

Look at the gays

NOOOO, SHE FADES NOOOO *flashbacks* CAN WE STOP MAKING LESBIANS FADE FROM DREAM SPACES at least Gabrielle wasn't fucking MURDERED i guess

"It was a hypothetical question"

PFFFT Gabrielle bargaining for beauty sleep xDD

Why was the sword quality of the first sword so shitty?

PLS THE WAY THEY ACTUALLY STOP. AND START FIGHTING EACH OTHER. I love her.

Wow Gabrielle has SO much luck

"Soon she'll be just like you" ahhhh

Xena doesn't want Gabrielle to suffer that way

Ohhh, she controls her own passage!

Woman 👀 Smexy

OOP, IT'S XENA HERSELF

"It means I finally get to kill you" HUH

Did I mention women are super sexy

Awww, poor Gabrielle

"If you were that strong I would never have left you"

HAH. She disappearedddd

Gabrielle. Give that sword to Xena

GOOD GIRL

Boob knife boob wife

PUNCHING HIM YESSSS. IMPRESS XENA

"10 percent off everything" shdhdhs

Yay, blind man got his job back (don't like his miracle healed sight but whatever)

"Mythical priests in your area"

Gabrielle my beloved

"We're all capable of it" The waterrr

"But if we sit here long enough, it'll go back to calm" HHHHH

They're so gay

The water is calm as they leave... Xena at Gabrielle's side

Um yes I will absolutely use a concept similar to this in a Jenny/Vastra fanfic at some point btw. I have the dreamspace and a psychic connection to exploit, hellooo.

I absolutely adore Xena and I think I'll spend the next few weeks watching only that.

[asrisgratitudejournal]

Women

Ku pernah diceritain siapa ya, lupa, tapi intinya dia abis nge-pub bareng gitu ramean, terus ku tanya dong “rame ga semalam? Ngomongin apa aja?” ya karena ku anak-nya FOMO aja sih. Lupa juga kenapa ga ikutan, apa karena hujan atau ada kerjaan belum selesai gitu. Terus dijawab “ada si a b c (cowok semua), bahas topik awalnya x, terus tapi si z (cewek) dateng, jadinya kami ganti topik deh”. Terus ku bingung. Sampe sekarang masih bingung. Ini sepertinya percakapan hampir setahun lalu mungkin. Yang kubingungin adalah: “kenapa harus ganti topik ya?”. Aku pun tanyain langsung ke orangnya: “lah kenapa ganti topik dah”. Dijawab “ya gaenak aja, kan cewek”. Wah jawaban yang salah kawan. Ku langsung makin “HAH?”. Dijelasin lagi sih intinya mereka awalnya bahas revenge porn apa gimana gitu, entah gimana awal mulanya si cowok-cowok ini ngomongin ini, apakah common aja bagi cowok-cowok untuk tiba-tiba bahas video panas yang lagi beredar recently apa gimana. Tapi terus menurutku anehnya ya di situ tadi: jadi berhenti dan ganti topik karena ‘ada cewek datang’. WOW. Padahal kalau bahas revenge porn, kami-lah, woman-lah, yang majority menjadi victimnya. Bukannya jadi akan helpful if you men, you boys, discussing revenge porn with us women too? Bisa ada banyak banget hal yang bisa kami pelajari? The discussion might help us understand juga gitu, what is (or might be) the thought process of the man with more power in the unbalanced relationship. 

Sayang aja gitu. Dan ku cukup yakin ceritaku di atas bukan isolated case. Ku nggak inget apakah aku ada personal experience yang ku merasa didiskriminasi karena genderku. Alhamdulillah so far tapi teman-teman main geologi pun, se-maskulin-maskulinnya mereka, masih super inklusif sih. Kalo ku mau ikut main, jalan, ngetrip, jadi cewek sendiri pun, mereka sangat welcoming. HUHU terima kasih semua teman-temanku di kuliah dulu, bahkan sampai sekarang. Ku Alhamdulillah gapernah dianggap “terlalu cewek” untuk bisa bikin tongkrongan nggak seru. Tapi apparently juga my experience is an exception rather than the norm? 

I’ve also heard stories where important decision in an organization (or even company) diambil pas sambil nyebat bareng gitu, atau nongkrong/minum bareng, yang isinya cowok semua. Terus tiba-tiba besoknya udah ada aja itu policy, tanpa ada diskusi dengan board yang cewek misalnya. That’s bad. 

Terus nanti ada argument (masalah tadi si orang-orang ganti topik pas ada cewek datang ke whole forum full of men): ya kan emang ga semua topik bisa dibahas sama cewek, Non. OH PLEASE TELL ME, topic apa di dunia ini yang gabisa dibahas bareng-bareng sama cewek. Politik? Bola? Sex? Well, tell us what best sex position you guys enjoy then, supaya we can give the best service juga to our husband/boyfriend in bed??? Terus mereka juga nanti yang ngeluh “duh cewek tu ya, ibu-ibu tuh, kalau ngumpul omongannya ya gossip aja, yang gapenting-penting deh, pusing gua”. YA SALAH SIAPA? Siapa yang pake prinsip “lo tuh ga diajak” ke us women, ngelimit kita untuk akhirnya cuma bisa ngomongin ‘hal-hal gapenting’. 

Kemarin ku lihat di timeline twitter (X) ada vidio cewek-cewek remaja dikasih kuis-kuisan tentang sejarah presiden dan suruh sebutin nama-nama partai politik gitu-gitu lah. Terus intinya mereka gabisa jawab betul, dan akhirnya dijadiin jokes sama orang-orang. Mostly karena image dumb pretty girls are fun to them aja. Disgusting beneran. 

Kalau dibalik, ku pengen banget semua cewek bisa ngomong di depan cowok-cowok betapa capeknya pagi-pagi bangun tidur ternyata tembus si softex terus jadi harus ngucek sprei, celana dalam, dan celana. I really wonder what men’s responses would be. Will they dismiss our suffering? Will they be sorry for us? What is the most convenient thing a man has to face btw, because of their bodies, biologically? I should ask this to my male friend. 

Hhhhh udah deh itu dulu aja. Wow. Postingan ini sangat full of feminine rage. Gatau apa triggernya. OH. Tau deng. Tadi pagi si postingan Bu Retno Kemenlu yang keren banget itu. Dari situ jadi mikir banyak banget, salah satunya ini tadi yang di atas: how we women “nggak diajak” dan topic obrolan “nongkrong” jadi berubah kalau ada kita di forum (yang implying kalau we women “nggak diajak” juga buat ngomongin certain topic, entah karena dianggap kurang ngerti kitanya, atau lebih ke nggak enak aja karena topicnya terlalu crass? Entahlah). 

VHL, 15:30 20/10/2023 

[transenbyconfessions]

Hhhhh I’m transmasc nonbinary and nearly no one in my life respects that I am not a girl, nor do I want to be referred to as if I were a girl. It makes me feel pretty shitty. I have so much dysphoria man !!1?-? Hhhh also aside from that I have a problem with keeping my binder on for too long, like I put it on when I get dressed in the morning, take it off to shower at night, and put it back on until I got to bed (bc ofc I’m not gonna wear it to sleep) I just don’t want to exist with boobs dude. Can’t do it anymore. Wearing a binder makes me feel soooo much more comfortable I don’t even wear bras anymore at all. I just. Idk. Bruh

Also I have a friend who’s a trans guy and he passes so well that when he moved to our school he just like. Stealthed and everyone thought he was cis and only his friends know he’s not. And idk why but I always feel like he doesn’t take my gender identity seriously. Like. He knows I’m nonbinary. And he actually respects my pronouns and stuff. But like idk he kinda gives off transmed vibes with some of the stuff he says. It’s a whole dumb thing sorry lol

Anyway sorry for long ass post, just kinda needed to get some stuff out I guess?? thanks for ur time <3

Submitted February 12, 2023

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tag mutuals you wanna get to know better!

I was tagged by @wallywestfest - honestly the fact you’d even consider me for this makes me really happy thank you so much!! <3

favourite time of year: hmmmm... prolly either early summer or around the winter holidays :))

comfort food: spaghetti bolognese, but specifically the M&S ready meal version I’m sorry I have 0 shame and it’s good XD

favourite dessert: toffee!! Is guud

things you collect: kids’ books! Picture books, graphic novels, and illustrated middle-grade stuff mostly. I also have a pretty sizeable collection of figures (Funko Pop & Nendoroids included) and I collect model trains (mostly OO9 for those who know what that is!!)

favourite drink: milk; just, a lot of milk XD

favourite musical artist: The Oh Hellos 90% of the time, but also Stan & Nathan Rogers, and Grace Petrie :))

last song listened to: Fogarty’s Cove, Stan Rogers

last movie watched: oh this is hard just because I don’t watch movies much XD I think the last one I actually went to see was Spirit: Untamed (what can I say, I liked Riding Free XD)

last series watched: either Hilda or Harriet the Spy depending on what counts (because I’m just using bits of Hilda for fic reference rn)

current obsession: Hilda, as always; also Infinity Train, Harriet, and The Owl House a bit.

dream place to visit: hhhhh there’s so many but probably Newfoundland :))

place you wanna go back to: Tromso, Norway; it’s genuinely magical in winter

something you want: well there’s a certain art commission I’m really excited to see finished motivation to write more and more money for commissions :))

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I’m having so many feelings about Little My right now.

From the outside, she’s just another one of the Mymble’s many kids; the smallest member of a huge family, who’s never had her own space, shuffled from place to place and raised by an absent guardian who really doesn’t seem to care much about her at all. Of course she’s turned out loud and abrasive; she had to be, to make herself big and take up space and force people to pay attention, because otherwise she’d get lost in the shuffle.

And then she comes to Moominvalley, and meets Moomin and his parents, and she forms a real friendship and chooses to stay and ends up adopted. And sure, she’s still loud and abrasive and a troublemaker, but she’s a neglected child (her mum didn’t even realise she’d stayed behind) and for the first time she has a real family and friends in the bargain and it’s just really getting to me right now.

I haven’t seen the whole show yet (I don’t mind spoilers) or read the books (I know she’s not the same in those I don’t think she has this side of her), but do you think she ever worries about her place in the home? Do you think she’s afraid on some level, deep down, that they’ll want to get rid of her, just like how they wanted to get rid of the rest of her old family? Do you think she pushes the boundaries sometimes, just to make sure she’s really loved?

IDK, I just have a lot of feelings.

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Asking about fixing S2 of Hilda! :D

(I watched it, but my brain is very much like a sponge, so there may or may not be some holes in my memories of it. But I'd love to hear your opinions on that!)

Okie, so, I've talked about my problems with Season 2 before, but I'm going to go over them in the most detail I can here, before I explain how I'd fix them. Sorry in advance, but this is going to be long.

My Problems:

Fundamentally, Hilda is still my favourite show, and more of my favourite episodes are in S2 than in S1, but there's one big thing that ruined the season for me, and that's what it did to the relationship between Hilda and Johanna. Season 2 wanted to have an arc where Hilda makes mistakes and needs to learn not to lie to her mum, but instead, in the narrative presented, Johanna is the one in the wrong to me.

It's absolutely a cycle. Hilda lying about her adventures makes Johanna worry, which makes her more protective, so Hilda needs to lie even more. But The Troll Circle establishes pretty plainly that this cycle started with Johanna; when Hilda runs outside the wall by accident, her immediate reaction is "Mum would kill me if she knew."

And the way Johanna acts when Hilda comes home proves that she's right; Johanna has become more restrictive and isn't letting Hilda do the things she used to. She wants Hilda to be safe, I accept, but this is after a whole season where Johanna repeatedly says that she loves Hilda for who she is, and explicitly includes her adventures in that (see The Bird Parade and The Troll Rock especially).

Because it is a part of who Hilda is; "such is the life of an adventurer" is her mantra, and even Season 2 itself establishes that she's been allowed to roam freely on her own in the wilderness since she was about 6 years old, the same wilderness that Johanna wants to keep her from in The Troll Circle.

Hilda's choices aren't "lie to her mum" or "be good", they're "lie to her mum" or "give up being who she is". Johanna's the one who changed, and it's not even properly acknowledged; they try and retcon the troll from S1, and just claim that things have always been this way between Hilda and Johanna when that's just not true (I'd argue The Troll Rock implied Johanna knew about it anyway).

The show does try and show Johanna's side, especially in The Fifty-Year Night, but that's one of the reasons it's my least favourite episode. I know she finds it hard, being so harsh on Hilda, but she doesn't have to; she should have been more understanding at the end of The Beast of Cauldron Island, it's her fault things got to that point, and nobody's forcing her to be more protective. She needs to realise she's being unfair and that she hasn't handled this well, and as a result it feels like the narrative is guilt-tripping Hilda for her mum's mistakes.

The Stone Forest hits into the same issues; I'm not going to deny that what Hilda says to her mum in that argument is genuinely hurtful, and that she shouldn't have said it, but she's an upset child. The resolution of that episode is that Hilda needs to stop hiding things, but the conflict was caused by Johanna being restrictive and honestly, more than a little selfish; I'm not trying to bash her, I know why she wants Hilda to stay home and spend time with her, but she should have let her go.

I'm glad that things seem to be back on track in The Mountain King, but when Hilda has to promise not to hide things at the end of The Stone Forest, it doesn't quite work as a resolution for me, because while I do genuinely appreciate Johanna telling Hilda she loves her for who she is, she doesn't promise to let Hilda be herself or make any apologies of her own. It's "you have to talk to me" not "you can talk to me", and for me that's the distinction that really ruined the season.

And all of this comes from one, single place:

Everything I've just mentioned, including all three of Johanna's worst scenes (the dinner in The Troll Rock, Hilda's first grounding, and the argument over Dungeon Crops in The Stone Forest) and the resolution that I didn't think went far enough, are lifted directly (including a lot of dialogue - although some of it, especially in that final resolution, is said less kindly in the graphic novel) from the graphic novel Hilda and the Stone Forest. And this is the fundamental problem; Season 2 of the show has to adapt this story, which is a problem, because Season 1 of the show made substantial changes from the graphic novels, that honestly made me think that maybe there wasn't a way to do the Stone Forest arc well in the show.

In the graphic novels, Johanna is not a good parent. She's not as bad as the tie-in novels, where she genuinely reads as abusive in all but one, but she starts out as a generic "overprotective parent" stock archetype, and only really breaks out of that a couple of times (she's actually very good in Hilda and the Bird Parade, but in a completely different way from the show version of that plotline). Hilda in turn is a little more selfish and rebellious, so their whole dynamic is different.

And The Stone Forest, in both versions, has Johanna at her absolute worst. It's actually my least favourite graphic novel, specifically because of how awful Johanna gets in the beginning, which is basically just an extended falling-out combining all of her worst moments from Season 2 and making them even worse. And that's where the problem crept in, because in order for the Stone Forest arc to happen, Hilda has to try and sneak out via Nowhere Space, and Johanna has to try and stop her, and the whole thing needs to be precipitated by a mother-daughter falling out.

So the solution the show's crew took was to try making Johanna more like her comic counterpart, and to space the arguments that start The Stone Forest out across the whole season so it doesn't feel abrupt. But the two versions of Johanna are fundamentally different characters, and Comic Johanna is already a bad parent who's flaws aren't acknowledged in this arc, while in the show she's a realistically flawed but genuinely amazing parent and those flaws are addressed in Season 1.

And the result was just making Johanna almost as unsympathetic as her comic counterpart in Season 2. I don't even think that it really cured the abruptness, because it's still an awkward retcon in the first episode, and there are still episodes in S2 where Johanna is firing on all cylinders (The Deerfox and The Yule Lads - which actually handles a mother/daughter dispute caused by Hilda really well), so to me it feels less like a relationship that's having ups and downs, and more like a relationship that's fundamentally changed but only sometimes.

(There are other problems with adapting Hilda and the Stone Forest, namely David and Frida, but I think the show actually handled them well).

So, How Would I Have Done It?

I'm going to rule for this that we have to keep the fundamental plot of The Stone Forest; Hilda gets in trouble with her mum, gets caught when she tries to escape, and has to learn a lesson about being open after she and her mum get out of the Stone Forest. For a while, I genuinely wasn't sure how to make that work within the show in a way I'd be happy with, but in the end, thanks partially to the tie-in novels of all things, I do have a solution: we're actually going to build up the relationship shift, and it's going to have an acknowledged shared responsibility.

The Troll Rock happens almost as it does in canon, but there is no moment where Hilda thinks her mum will 'kill' her for going outside the wall. She still gets home late, and there's still a little awkwardness in the conversation, but Hilda gingerly admits the truth:

"Well, I was going to go to David's... but then I saw this elf getting kidnapped by a dirt clod with legs, and me and Twig kind-of had to go outside the wall to save him."

And Johanna just gives a patient sigh; there is a bit of tension in her voice, she's clearly not 100% happy with this, but she also accepts that this is her daughter:

"That was a good thing to do, sweetheart, but please be careful outside the wall. You know I worry about you."

From there the episode goes on as normal; barring one thing. I'm torn between cutting the "you never told me about that" exchange entirely, and changing the tone of it. In the latter version, instead of suspicion, Johanna is genuinely just surprised, and Hilda's response is something like "Wait, I didn't?", but either way, things go on normally from there; we've established that there's going to be friction between Hilda and her mum, without making things bad immediately.

The next big change is that The Eternal Warriors doesn't happen. It will, eventually, but I'm taking a leaf from the tie-in book Hilda and the White Woff, and saving it for later use. Every other episode gets shunted up by one space, but is otherwise unchanged until we hit The Beast of Cauldron Island, where I'm going to make a major change.

Instead of Hilda just lying, we're going to build on The Old Bells of Trolberg; when Hilda reaches the flat, she's reluctant to cancel their picnic, but she is prepared to explain things and possibly even ask for Johanna's help. But when she gets inside, Johanna is apologetic, and before Hilda can explain, she does:

"I'm really sorry, Hilda, but we can't have our picnic today after all."

"Why not?"

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[derangedpepper]

ok for the silly mans birthday im finally gonna make a headcanons post for him,,,,, hhhhh love you nagito /p -he/they/it, although ill probably use he/him mostly -gay demiboy (idk he just,,, always felt kinda distant from himself so his genders not like 100%,,,, idk how to describe it but basically he just is a demiboy,as.f,dds) -rlly likes oversized clothing,,,, him when big jacket,,,,,,, -obsessed over his hair when he was rlly young,,, like he would go insane if a single hair was out of place,,, but now he just doesnt care and will sometimes go weeks w/ brushing his hair until hajimes like nagito wtf please brush your hair -LOVES rats,,,, he finds them adorable and honestly thinks they get way too much hate,,, he probably has like 2 rats,,,,, -but he still loves dogs he just honestly is rlly scared of owning one??? idk how to say it but hes worried what happened to his childhood dog will happen to any new dogs he gets,,,,,, -he id rlly scared his luck will hurt his rats so much so he wasnt even the person that got them in the first place,,,, hajime got them for him and then he was like: "why??? what if something bad happens to them???? what if my luck goes wee??????" and hajime was like: "shut the fuck up" -he actually doesnt like bagels in particular he just likes bread in general,,,, -nagito when he was eating a bagel and his rat went: "mine" -okay im still on his rats but he has two girl rats (there no weird reason svjahmsbm) one named hope and the other faith,,,,, ill let you guess why,,,,, hhhhh,,,,, -anyways hope is a white rat w/ black spots and faith is albino,,,, the two are lil stinkers w/ eachother but actually kinda nice around nagito,,,,,, they hate hajime for some reason tho,,,, -nagito gets rlly overwhelmed rlly easily,,,, hhhhh :projects: -anyways i feel like nagito rlly hates sugary foods (i mean candies n stuff not pastries) and most kinds of meat (he rlly only likes chicken,,,,,) but he will eat smth if its given to him bc he feels like he has to -extremely touch starved and literally melts at the slightest touch -although at the same time if its someone hes not rlly close to he hates being touched (unless he initiates contact),,,, like even if youre one of his friends unless youre like extremely close he will hate being touched,,,,, yes im projecting again,,,,,, yes i kin nagito,,,,,, -he rlly likes gardening and has a whole garden of all sorts of flowers and due to his luck hes actually kinda good at it,,,,, he has flowers based off his friends (a rlly pink one named kaz, a spiky one named hinata, etc etc) -his bed is literally just stuffed animals nothing else thats why he sleeps in hajimes bed -lieks the taste of that fake grass you sometimes get in easter baskets,,,, idk if anyone else got it but it was so weird but i feel like he would like it just bc -hes the kinda person that puts the bowl before the cereal and milk,,,, yes he will say that if someone asks he does say bowl -unironically likes coconut mall -rlly rlly likes clovers,,, he finds them to be pretty plus the whole luck theme,,,,, -doesnt have a definite favorite color but just says green cause its easier and its not rlly wrong

[tiodolma]

If you had to choose, which AU is your favorite out of all the ones that have been created in the asks?

oh man. it's the camelot x merlin au

coz u see... as you know... i have a lot of um criticism about the bbc show. but.. the bottomline is.. i like colin morgan's merlin a whole lot. and i wouldnt say they wasted him. However i just wanted him to be truly truly happy and free in the end (or maybe near the end of arthur's eventual deaht).

Colin's Merlin never got that, you know? and we were promised that. we were baited with it like idiots. And I'll never stop being upset by it. (and also how they treated morgana's character like some sort of stain that must be erased)

camelot 2011 just satisfied everything i ever hoped to happen with bbc merlin (Except ofc the merlin x igraine part coz NO)

just the thought that starz merlin and morgan could waltz in bbc camelot and fix everything like asap is just ughhh chef's kiss. The political climate they would foster..hec yeah

and bbc merlin and morgana living in starz camelot where basically they kinda get everything they ever wanted (technically)

it's cathartic hhhhh feels like

............

I enjoy the ones where Older Merlin/Morgan versions get to tutor the BBC Merlin kid version too.

Coz I think the main problem with bbc merlin is that instead of him seeing the future.. he always consults Kilgharrah for the future. So Kilgharrah acts like an oracle and can manipulate him as he wants.

Whereas Arthurian/Starz Merlin can experience time backwards right? like he has the power to know and experience all things that has passed, has come and has yet to be... that's an infintely different kind of power set (no wonder he always become a hermit/cave witch at some point).

And that's the disadvantage of BBC Merlin coz he's acting like one of those kings that Prose Merlin bosses around instead of yknow.. him being the one who bosses and instructs the kings what to do.

So i dont know yet how the au storylines would go. I am excited for what my anons cook up next hahahaha

......

on sidenote.. i focused on just merlin above right??

what about morgana?

to me katie's morgana and eva green's morgana were already pretty sastisying. i dont really mind them swapping or not hahahah

the only thing missing with eva greene's morgan was the shenanigans katie's morgana got up to (all the torture, the spying and the using of other girls, etc et)

and the thing missing with katie's is the good continuous rapport with arthur, the sex, and merlin being honest with her (coz merlin shouldnt be able to say no to that face in any world hahaha but bbc merlin did)

[angelprinz]

can i also talk about pervy nerd childe ... him getting so obsessed with you that he starts to purposely dropping pencils and removing the ink from the printer when you study together to peek underneath your skirt when you bend down.

he also secretly takes pictures beneath your skirt while youre too focused on finding that one book you need for the project. childe keeps the photos as a surprise for when he goes back home and spends the day trying to guess which color your panties were today before jerking off to them like the perv that he is :(. but he can't help himself your thighs looks so somft and the plush from the elastic of your thigh high socks drive his poor mind crazy.

not being able to feel you makes him so delusional that one day, he gets an idea and starts preparing his little scheme. all childe had to do was lie to you that the library was closed because of a seminary going on and you'd have no choice but to come over and work at his house ! genius plan, childe pats himself on the back thinking about it. ofc he'd have to do some cleaning, you can't be seeing all the photos that perv has of you all around his house, the kind of pictures that keeps his cock hard, even if they would seem innocent to someone else.

hes so ecstatic when u finally come over, like a litel puppy :( you thought it was adorable, but you were too naive to see it thru. you didnt know the hot chocolate he made for you would be drugged, what a shame. the concern in childe's eyes seemed real when you spent the first 30 mins apologising for being dizzy while doing homework on the coffee table with him. the dizzier you got, the harder his cock was and he couldnt wait till you'd fall unconscious to fuck you all over. after all, childe had no choice !! a pretty girl like you would never fall for a loser nerd like him. this was the only way he could have you. when u finally collapse on his chest, boobs pressed against his torso, small sighs escaping your soft lips, he just couldnt stop himself.

that pervy foxy man immediately got to work and carried you to his bed. undressing each part of your unconscious body, save for you thigh high socks, for him to see, touch and taste. taking your boobs in his mouth and rubbing your clit with his fingers. he was surprised when he heard small moans from your sleeping state, but that would only encourage him to keep going :( he did everything that he possibly do to you while you were passed out, he fingered your tight cunt and ate you out, childe gave himself a pussyjob and then actually fucked your pussy. that bastard even came inside (multiple times !! >:() just to see his cum leaking out of you, it turned him on even more.

childe rlly hopes you wont wake up during this but he plunged his overstimulated cock inside your mouth and thrusted. he knew your lips would be such a divine feeling around his dick,, like you were meant to take him. he opted on cumming on your boobs instead of your mouth because he couldnt have you knowing what he did! you would hate him :( but that didnt stop him from recording and taking pictures of the whole thing for future usage. when he was done, he cleaned his cum off of you and dressed you back up so you wouldnt suspect what he did to you. childe kissed your face all over when he was done, he loved you even more now and couldnt wait to do this again !!!

djjddjj i hope this isnt too long but perv nerd childe is one of my fave i truly love him sm jejdjjwj i cannot cant , i love yur blog btw

hhhhh anon this… so delicious i can’t <3 it’s so good i’m so in luv w him omg !!! my loser nerd childe <3 maybe next time he’ll try get into your house n rape you there >_<

[early20sfailingplenty]

May I request a blurb for Bo? Maybe with the prompt, “I’m thinking about keeping you.”

hhhhh 🥺😍 I went dark!soft Bo for this bc that's my favourite type of greasy mechanic.

WARNINGS - canon typical darkness & violence, Bo does The Chair Ritual (implied pre-blurb), reader is physically & psychologically tortured by Bo (happens pre-blurb & comes to a close within the blurb), swearing (Bo & within narrative), intimidating Bo, possessive language (from Bo).

GENDER NEUTRAL, NO CODED LANGUAGE, "YOU" AND Y/N USED.

Word count: 1, 194.

The pieces had fallen into place slowly. First, you had been nice to Lester, who had rung Bo up as he had driven off the old washed out road and asked him to be nice to you by way of giving you at least a quick and clean death, because you had been so lovely to talk to for the entire fifteen mile drive and Lester didn't want you to suffer for too long. Your friends could be killed however because they had been rude and standoffish, but you, oh... Lester made sure to give Bo a physical description of you so that you could be picked out easily. For your kindness to his littlest brother alone, for usually did Lester phone up the eldest Sinclair in a rage or in tears after dropping 'tourists' off, Bo decided he would give you a chance even before you pulled into town.

Then, you had complimented Vincent's art and made the man blush so hard under his mask that he half expected it to begin to soften in the places where his embarrassment burned the hottest, hidden was he in the shadows of the House of Wax, his only companions being his sculptures other than his elder twin and his sweet girl Jonesy. Your words had made it difficult for Vincent to take the multitude of opportunities to kill you, and in the end your first words to Bo back at the gas station had been your name, followed by a genuine compliment about how beautiful Ambrose was. Your friends hadn't been impressed and so you had insisted to them, even when you had thought Bo wasn't around, that you did enjoy the town and you wanted to come back some day.

Those words were going to bite you on the ass sooner than you knew.

While waiting up at the house for Bo to grab what you needed for your car, small comments and quiet hushed whispers had been heard by the twins while they had been stalking you, hunting you and tracking your every move, but your sincerity during every interaction had been what broke the camel's back for Bo. He had literally swept you off your feet before you knew what was happening, and he had taken you down to the basement underneath the garage. You hadn't made it easy for him to maintain his grip on you; you kicked, struggled and fought as hard as you could, but Bo was the true definition of the word 'ruthless' and none of your struggles seemed to touch him at all.

Unbeknownst by you, you weren't going to die in Ambrose. You had been kind right from the start and separating you from the people you had come into town with had been ridiculously simple, which had allowed Bo to make his sudden move with no build up or forewarning. Despite he and his twin's choice, though, it wasn't going to be easy to become a permanent resident of the ghost town.

You had yet to prove that your kindness and compliments were more than just something you were saying for its own sake. Pretty words were one thing, but pretty words which remained true after the novelty of a new place had worn off were quite another. In but a moment could your stability be ripped away from you and everyone knew it, including you.

You remained in the chair for about a week, though it felt like forever to you. Every second felt like an hour strapped to that chair and your body ached all the time from being sat up for so long. Bo sometimes lowered the chair down so that you were staring at the dirty ceiling instead of the wall full of polaroid's of other victims if he felt like torturing you from a different angle but for the most part, you had been slightly reclined in a mostly upright position.

On the eighth day, when you were sore and achy, psychologically at the end of your tether and physically unable to bear much more, disorientated and unknowing of even the time of day, Bo decided to take pity on you. You had held up well and you had fought your own for longer than most people who ended up in The Chair did and he figured it was about time to get you out and see if your kind words remained after what he had done to you. He doubted it highly but a part of him always hoped that one day he would find someone who wanted to stay.

The door creaked open and closed shut quietly and you heard the familiar scuff of worn boots on a concrete floor through the haze of your threshold consciousness. If Bo wasn't in the basement, then nine times out of ten you lost your grip on your body out of exhaustion. You moaned and there came a light laugh from beside you as a calloused hand brushed your shoulder.

"All righ', darlin'." The tone of voice was softer in an attempt to soothe, but there was still a metallic edge to every syllable which dripped off his tongue.

You opened your eyes as best as you could and winced at the harsh and bright overhead lights, which cast thick black shadows across the walls with every move Bo made. He put one hand on the arm of The Chair furthest from where he was and the other hand on the opposite arm so that he caged you in from all angles, and got right in your face. His wolfish grin made your stomach drop, even with your emotional fatigue.

"Y'know, Y/N," Bo's smirk took on a darker dynamic despite the oddly tender look in his eyes, "I'm thinking about keeping you."

"Wh-what do you - "

Bo leaned in and ran the cool tip of his nose along your forehead, "Would'ya like that, darlin'? Y'spoke such pretty words when y'got here - "

Realisation.

Your survival was dependent on all those genuine compliments? It seemed so ludicrous that you almost wanted to laugh. Almost. But you didn't. Instead, you hurriedly nodded, and did your best to meet Bo's icy blues with your own. You could tell that he wasn't wholly comfortable with that, but he allowed it for a few seconds before his gaze settled on the bridge of your nose.

Neither of you knew were to go from here, but getting you out of your restraints seemed like a good start. Bo seemed to have a similar train of thought, too, for he said, "M'sorry, this is, uh - this is gonna hurt. Even if m'gentle." He shrugged and got to work. Something in his tone told you that what he said was not an empty platitude but it came from personal experience. As the mystery deepened, as the trauma settled into your bones, as Bo bent over one of your wrists to help you out, you wondered what it would take to get you out of Ambrose.

Unbeknownst to you, only your death could do that. But Bo would follow you there, even still. He let go not that which was his.

[twilightofthe]

Obi Wan Kenobi Show Liveblog: Part III

Here we go starting TWO HOURS LATE because my stupid ass fell asleep trying to stay up for it

i fell asleep listening to my chemical fucking romance how the fuck does one fall asleep to MCR they are not a lullaby band xD

lskdjflsdkfk ANYWAY starting now

ahhh sir you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you (five days ago)

sorry i just love his face

and his voice

and him

just him

skdfjlsdkfk i forgot Reva shish kebabed G Quizzy

EHEHEHEHEEEE TIME FOR ANAKIN AND PAIN

AWWWW HE’S ASKING QUI GON FOR “WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO WHEN THE FRIEND I THOUGHT I KILLED ISN’T AND IS A SITH LORD”

only pain will you find ahahA YEAH THANKS YODA

HELL YEAH MAGICAL ROBOT GIRL TRANSFORMATION

HERE HE IS HERE’S MY STINKY BOY MY STINKY GARBAGE BOY

and WHAT AN ENTRANCE ok fine Anakin you did always know how to make it dramatic

lksdjfklsdfk “i don’t give a FUCK if anyone else died where’s Obi Wan” Anakin you’re the WORST i love you

THAT’S NOT HOW THE FORCE WORKS HAHA

yes obi wan teach anakin’s daughter about the force YESSSSSSSS

how does it feel when you turn on the light OOOOOOOOOF ;_:

AND HE FIXED THE DROID HE HATED SO MUCH FOR HER

ok now where tf are they this isn’t Alderaan

Kinda looks like Kessel?

Eh, a mining system, I was close!

*snorts* Obi Wan in full grieving crisis right now still trying desperately to be nice to Leia

WHT THE FUCK WAS THAT

WHO THE

IS THST ANAKIN

IS HE HAVING ANAKIN VISIONS HE’S FUCKING FLOATINHG

AAAAAAAAAAAA

Oho so the Inquisitors have their own fancy base or something?  Pff that’s cute

HELL YEAH REVA PULL RANK UR VADER’S FAVE AND HE KNOWS IT EVERYONE KNOWS IT

ok mr fifth brother just look forward to rebels yeah?

aight but that’s kinda ridiculous they’re sending out three probes for who knows how many systems?

lskdfjlsdkfk Obi Wan snappy and stressed and Leia’s just like “don’t worry I got you sweetie I’ll get us back”

leia i KNOW your parents told you not to talk to strangers you are a liiiittle too trusting methinks xD

either that or she’s just using her Force sense to read vibes

hmmmm mole man sounds familiar

obi wan dumbass put ur hood up around the troopers (tho i guess that could make them look suspicious)

damn leia you’re good

DAMN OBI WAN YOU’RE NOT

ehehehehe you see her mother’s or father’s face

AWWW SHE’S GIVING OUT PERCEPTIVE PADME VIBES

hoohoohoohooHOO WE GOT THOSE OBIANIDALA VIBES GOIN’ NOW BABES

Awwwww adopted kid bonding!!!!!

hmm i’m guessing he’s in no state for a mind trick right now!

aw fuck YEAH we stan a guy who can kick ass

he’s so hooooooooot

ohohoho PRETTY SECRET SYMPATHIZER LADY

awwww baby leia noooo don’t cry

ugh i like this pretty lady but i feel like she’s gonna be murdered by inquisitor

hhhhh someone on tumblr has to translate that aurebesh

AAAAAAH ARE WE GONNA GET A QUINLAN CAMEO?!?!?!??!?!?!?!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

NED is a cutie and I love him

sldkfjsdlkfsdk literally everyone knows who Obi Wan is on first glance

HOOHOOHOOOOOO HE’S GOT VISION FEELS, IS THAT VADERRRRR??????

IT IS IT IS IT IS IT IS IT IIIIIIIIIIS

HERE HE IS THE MAIN BITCH STRAIGHT OUT OF HELL

Ehehehehehe Obi Wan’s horrified face upon looking at the suit is so *kisses fingers* THE ANGST

lskdfjslkdk never mind pretty lady’s gonna get murdered by VADER because he kills everyone and Obi Wan can’t have nice things

ANAKIN STOP MENACING THE LOCALS AND KILLING CHILDREN

obi waaaaaaan u dumbass

he can’t look awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

I’m still mad they’re meeting in person ngl but I do still so love seeing my boys interact!

ugh here we go

let’s hope it’s good

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHE HERE’S HIS LIGHTSABER

I AM WHAT YOU MADE ME jesus christ you can even hear the pure boiling rage in his voice through the vocorder

lol nvm Tala is gonna get killed by Reva xD

aight obes i get you’re in panic mode but HOW did you let mr tall dark and wheezy sneak up on you like that

awwww goodbye pretty lady, at least you get a hug from Leia before you die xD

hmmMMMM?  REVA BACKSTORY???  She was a Jedi!!!!!

alsdfjlskdfksd HE’S TRYING TO BURN HIM LIKE HE WAS BURNED JESUS FUCK ANAKIN

aw yay at least Tala saved him first!

oh goddammit Reva xD

Leia’s gonna bite her hand I know it

WELL THIS EPISODE OF STAR WARS WAS FUCKING RUDE TO ME PERSONALLY FUCK Y’ALL

[taylors-karma]

BB Rankings: My Favs Are Flopping Edition

Here’s my weekly ranking and thoughts on the houseguests, and boy am I just severely disappointed in so many people at this point. I’m actually sad because everytime I try to find people I like or think I can relate to they end up just sucking and idk what to do about it hhhhh

1. Taylor (Prev 1)- Idc how stressed out she may have made anyone, I’m still glad she’s HOH and she’s still a queen.

2. Turner (Prev 3)- He is quickly becoming my favorite. He’s hilarious, he hates Jasmine, he’s real and down to earth, and he’s playing a fine game in my opinion. The only one to directly question Kyle’s alliance idea and he gives zero fucks so....yeah he’s got me .

3. Joseph (Prev 4)- Moving up bc the others were letdowns. He and Taylor are super fun together and seeing them handcuffed with the accents has been very fun. I need him to stop playing the other side too much though because his game could be in jeopardy very soon.

4. Monte (Prev 5)- Moving up for the same reason as Joseph, but I’m starting to actually like and respect him. I have no idea what fucking happened week one but this Monte is so incredibly different than week one Monte lol. It took me a bit to start trusting him again after that, but I think I’m ready now. 

5. Brittany (Prev 2)- She is now sinking down with Michael because what the fuck girl....you’re playing into this shit with Kyle? Really? For what reason? She’s just a huge follower which is a red flag for me because not standing up for your morals is just pathetic and you can tell she really just wants to be liked and do I feel kinda bad? A little bit, but also.......idk I just wish she played her own damn game and stood up to whatever the fuck this race war bs is. 

6. Michael (Prev 6)- He stays here bc he’s still proving to not really care about what’s morally correct, and also it’s for an alliance with a showmance that sucks at the game? I don’t get it, and good for you for acknowledging that what’s happening is fucking wrong after production probably alluded to it but you’re gonna have to do a lot of work to get yourself back up on my list. I’m just super disappointed. 

7. Indy (Prev 10)- Hasn’t done much other than whine and complain like she usually does, but she’s leaving soon so I can tolerate it until then lmao. Still though, you can’t just say you don’t want to go to jury lol that’s not how the game works. 

8. Jasmine (Prev 8)- Like Indy, she hasn’t done much other than have a birthday and ask for a balloon to be put up. She’s annoying but hasn’t been hateful recently so I’m still just whatever with her. 

9. Alyssa (Prev 7)- Her game is just sad at this point. She would rather stay with the man who lasted 10 seconds with her than do anything game wise, and now that people actually want to work with her I’m starting to get pissed. I’m sick of people who don’t do shit making it far bc they’re young, white, pretty, and single. Alyssa needs to go.

10. Terrance (Prev 11)- Fuck Terrance. That is all. 

11. Kyle (Prev 9)- This guy sucks. He’s still pushing the all white alliance, he’s crazy over this woman who probably doesn’t even like him all that much, he betrayed his alliance for her, he keeps making racist remarks and comments, groups minorities together, stereotypes them, what else can he do? Never trust a white mormon boy from Utah who lives with his mommy and makes tiktoks. Jesus.

Now for my evicted houseguests, nothing changes other than me adding Daniel into the mix: 

1. Ameerah

2. Nicole

3. Daniel- I don’t think anything he has said has been genuine in anyway, and it’s giving me huge coward who knows he’s wrong but doesn’t wanna admit it yet vibes. Vague “I’m sorry” posts aren’t going to fix things homie. Do better. 

4. Pooch

5. Paloma Everyone else hasn’t done anything since last week to my knowledge, so they stay the same. 

[obscureamor]

HHHHH aran getting to know ur body AND TAKING UR FIRST TIME I’D JUST ASK THE MAN TO MARRY MEEEEE His fingers stretching u wide and massaging your g-spot and he says “is that your sweet spot?” and you cry out “i-i don’t know!!” As you convulse around his fingers 💕💞❤️💕💞❤️❤️❤️ once he’s made u pussy all nice n wet he slowly pushed into u, letting u feel every inch n every vein. And when he finally bottoms out, you’re babbling n squirming b/c his cock is smooshed up against all ur spots b/c he’s so big!!! I love him sm ❤️❤️❤️❤️ pls ruin me for other men Aran

i just... ooo yes, yes! also, i don’t know why the word ‘smooshed’ had me all (*ﾉωﾉ) lmaoo

t/w  |  nsfw, fem! reader

“how does it feel?” his deep voice is in your ear, but you can’t focus on anything other than the fat cock currently stuffed into your cunt. your arms are wrapped around him, hand on the back of his head as he speaks into your neck.  

“i-it feels—!” you gasp when he rears his hips back, thrusting in with such force that makes your back arch and tears spill. “it feels so good! you feel good! so, so good!”

your legs wrap around his waist, locking him in as you sob because he’s just hitting all the right places. it makes your toes curl and when his thumb starts to touch your clit—

“a-a-ah, aran, aran—” his name just tumbles from your lips and you can feel his hand on your thigh tighten. it’d hurt if you weren’t so lost in your thoughts, so lost in the pleasurable feeling of aran’s dick— veins just pressing up and dragging against your gummy walls. just thinking about it makes your body react, pussy constantly spasming and clenching around his length. 

“is my baby close?” he knows you are and you can feel the smirk on his lips, the smirk pressed into your skin as he places wet kisses on the expanse of your neck. “what do you want me to do, huh?”

“i-i—” you’re just gushing around his cock, drenching his balls and slathering all over your thighs. “i want you to cum in me!” 

‘gimme your cum. gimme your cum.’ just flows from your mouth and he wants to laugh at how his precious baby is acting like a fucked out whore. it was only an hour ago when his fingers were stuffed deep in your pussy, mouth latched onto your clit. it was only an hour ago when you were crying about how it was too much and now you want more?

“i’ll give my pretty girl what she wants,” he grunts.

he watches as you babble and drool out, eyes rolling up into your head as he thrusts into you with such intensity, skin smacking and bruising. he can feel your thigh tense under his hand as you cum. aran places his forehead on yours, watching as your puffy lips part and you say his name over and over and—

it’s earth-shattering when he cums, slamming into you one last time before spilling his hot seed into your pussy. he can feel your nails digging into his skin. he can feel your walls fluttering around him and his cum as it drips down onto the bedsheets. 

it’s slow and silent when he pulls out of you, watching as your little hole just clenches around nothing. he can see your chest rise and fall with every breath. aran’s hands cup your face as he leans over you. “how was my baby’s first time, hm?” 

does he even need to ask?

[asparagus-in-a-cup]

its MY F/O list and I kinda wanna set it on fire 🔥🔥🔥

I had to force myself to Not Care bc god forbid we do anything simple in this house.. 🙄

Anyways: sharing. uhh I'm not too familiar with the concept; I've been told that like. its not caring whether someone else shares the same f/o as you I think? I'm not too sure, but I'd like to say that I. dont really care that much.

Self shipping used to be a pretty big coping mechanism for me in my early teens but I kinda stopped doing it after awhile. Now that I dont really need it to cope, its more of an indulgence now.

That being said, I will proceed to be Full Cringe and Full Cringe Only now get out /j

be prepared bc this is probably going to be. Unorganized and I've anxiously been sitting on it for months and I just. Dont want to care about it atm. I might fix it later.

Also literally like. I have so many different relationships with every character my dude so uhh fair warning abt that. if that ever comes up :P im not like. labeling my relationships with these characters really bc. yeah.

Anyways,,!

Fuck You My Child Is Completely Fine

The OG F/Os and Senior Partners of Mar's Sanity :D

Creepypasta

- Jeff the Killer

- Lulu

- Eyeless Jack (he stole my kidney -_-)

- fuck which one was it that the fandom decided they literally ONLY ate cheesecake??? was that EJ or Toby... mighta been Masky... god, its been awhile

- Laughing Jack/Laughing Jill

- Ben Drowned

- I'm conflicted is Dark Link a Creepypasta??

- Hobo-Heart my beloved 😩

The Legend of Zelda

- Link (literally almost every variation,, and also Dark Link :P)

- Sheik

- Midna (what? she's a milf what do you expect)

- Impa (specifically skyward sword and hyrule heroes 👀)

- G-Ganon... 👉👈 (I could take em- oh he mean in a fight 😳)

- GIRAHIM NO I DO NOT TAKE CRITICISM

- I think those were pretty much my mains... I'm probably forgetting a few

By Talos This Can't Be Fucking Happening

The New Ones..

Security Breach/fnaf series :P

- MONTY MONTY MONTY!!!

- Glam!Freddy!! :DD he's dad-shaped ok

- Glam!Bonnie 👉👈

- Glam!Chica

- Roxy

- Vannessa

- Lowkey Vanny too tho ;-;

- GREGORY MY FERAL CHILD WHAT ARE YOU DOING

- Sun/Moon but not in a horni way like. I Need a Nap lol

- (and none for Foxy, bye)

- (the puppet really be getting me in my feelings tho fr 🥺)

- (also rip the fnaf ogs ig sorry i dont fuck animatronics stuffed with dead children k thx)

Carmen Sandiego (reboot)

- Carmen (duh, we stan in this household)

- GRAHAM

- Tigress, ugh 😩

- Paperstar dont tempt me

- whatever tf Shadowsan and Lady Dokuso got going on 👀

She-ra (reboot)

- Adora/She-ra (another icon, we stan)

- Catra

- Scorpia

- Entrapta maybe??

- Hordak

- Horde Prime

- I'm a villain-fucker what can I say :P

DRAGON AGE INQUISITION HNNNG

- Dorian 🥺🥺🥺

- Iron Bull 🥺🥺🥺

- SERA!!! (the skrunly 🥺)

- Varic. Love that bastard

- H-hawke??? My mans just? showed up in the Fade to come save our asses?? Very sexy of him tbh

- Josephine 🥺🥺🥺

- CASSANDRA HOLY SHIT *swoon* (my straight girl crush ToT)

- F-fenris... (I havent played his game series tho, i just think he's neat..)

- Solas you stinky stinky rotten egg man (I cant believe I wasted my first three playthroughs on you -_-)

- Blackwall (*stands here with a 'WELCOME HOME CHEATER LIAR' sign*)

- Cullen (not a bad romance route... the best part was the dogs. I wanted dogs but SOMEONE had to go fuck it all up -_- looking at you, Warden yes this was ages ago yes I'm still. Very salty)

hhhhh theres probably more I'm forgetting I'll probably update this intermittently or something :P

ha maybe i should revamp my old S/Is or something