#my service and wifi have been shit

[mamayan]

don’t think i didn’t see this yannie

you know what you have to do now

shiggy step on us with his big feet

This is my third time writing this because Tumblr has eaten my work twice. I will actually slaughter the entity that is tumblr, pull it’s intestines out and use them as a fucking jump rope, if I lose it for a third time. This time I didn’t delete my work on Google doc once I “saved” it to Tumblr. Enjoy some Shiggy nastiness babe♥️ 

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader

tw: All of them NONCON • DUBCON • Rough Sex • Anal Fingering • Degradation • Humiliation • Breath Play (noncon)

You knew better.

In all the time you’ve known him, you knew better than always show your true feelings.

For the most part it hardly mattered, it was second nature not to flinch at the death and destruction he left behind him.

It was the little things which got you. The mundane and unimportant. It was the times he’d let you completely relax, to feel utterly safe and content, that you’d slip up.

He’d been playing video games for the last few hours while you’d been reading. Mindlessly flipping pages and switching between dreams and wakefulness. Wearing his shirt and only a plain pair of underwear, you were content to laze about the day as he was.

You didn’t notice a set of dull garnet eyes soaking you up. The sight of you made his skin itch and teeth ache. On his bed. In his clothes. Reading a graphic novel he recommended.

You were a pretty picture, even to his delusional standards.

This was Tomura though, so his show of love could never be conventional. At best, mildly annoying and at worst, horrendously violent.

You weren’t prepared for a socked foot to nudge your cheek, the scent of sour sweat and mildew entering your nose and causing your face to scrunch up as your stomach recoiled. You nearly threw up, the thought of feet and the smell enough to have you panicking and losing yourself for just a moment as you flinched away.

“That’s fucking gross Tomu—,” it was too late to redact that statement dripping with revulsion.

Too late to stop the dawning of this new information from his calculating mind. Too late when his face showed surprise, only to be followed by a grotesque smile that had your insides curling for a different reason. It was too late to run when his hand gripped your wrist just as you’d moved to throw yourself off the bed.

“Fucking gross?” You winced at his grating tone, his lip splitting grin speaking only of evil intentions as his eyes crinkled unnaturally around the edges. “You think I’m gross?”

“N-no that’s not what I meant—,” he cut you off with a laugh, the sound reverberating around the room. It was rolling and filled with dark amusement.

“Then what did you mean princess? Hm?” You were shaking. It was obvious nothing good was coming, his saccharine tone as he called you princess telling of the nightmare sure to follow. You couldn’t pull out of his grip, the strength he’d placed initially only growing as the seconds tickled by, becoming painful as you jerked. “Got nothing to say?” He chuckles, his gleeful face not matching the cruel intensity of his actions.

He’s doesn’t hesitate to nearly dislocate your shoulder as he throws you to the floor, blue strands of hair falling into his vision as he stomps down on your chest when you attempt to get up.

It didn’t matter you were crying now.

If anything it seemed to spur him on, as he palmed his hardening cock through his sweatpants.

“Common princess, you didn’t really think I’d let this go, did you? I asked you a fucking question.” You gasp in pain as he increases the pressure on your sternum, air becoming difficult when you couldn’t expand your lungs to drag any oxygen in. Crystalline tears pooled in your eyes, dotting your lashes as you pathetically struggled beneath his foot, trying to grip his ankle and remove the pressure.

“N-no—,” you could hardly breathe and the panic seeping into your system made answering or even thinking difficult.

He let up, lifting his foot as you rolled to your side and gasped for air like a fish out of water. The burning in your lungs ebbing but a dull ache remaining as you coughed and sputtered.

He was hardly done with you.

Easily slipping from his socks, he snickered in amusement as he kicked you over to your stomach, foot digging into your shoulder blades as you whine in protest.

“What? Not going to call my feet gross again? They’re all over you now slut.” He rolls his eyes as you whimper out a stuttered apology.

It’s too late for that now.

Dropping to his knees, he easily grips your hips and lifts your ass into the air.

He was going to show a little mercy, but when you tried to push your chest up too, he easily lifted his left foot and smashed your pretty face into the carpet with it.

“Ngh!” Your cry of surprise and pain only making him giggle as he yanks your underwear down to the middle of your thighs. Enjoying the way his shirt on you slides up to your chest and gives him a nice view of the underside of your breasts and soft stomach.

Tomura doesn’t hesitate to land a sharp slap to your now exposed cunt, licking his chapped lips as the wetness clinging to his fingers when he pulls away. Your cry and jolt of shock only furthering his rough treatment with you, as he meanly shoves two dry and bony fingers inside you.

“Tomu—!” you can only dig your fingers into the carpet and try to breathe, because the foot on your head hurts. His toes already tangled in your hair and tearing strands out as he shifts to work you open.

He’s not looking to get you off. When his fingers are sufficiently wet enough for his standards, he happily drags them out of your tight warm walls and up to your puckered asshole.

“Please—,” you can hardly see through the tears, but when the pressure on your head increases you’re forced to relax as he shoves both into your ass.

“Shut up!” He all but snarls, furious at having his fun interrupted by your stupid whining.

“You act like you don’t like my fucking feet, but you’re really just a dirty whore who fucking loves this, aren’t you?” He spreads his fingers, lighting up all your pain censors as he leans over to spit in the small gap he made, before fucking it into you quick and fast.

“Hurts!” Your hiss of pain through gritted teeth is ignored as he lifts his foot off your face, letting your turn your head enough for fresh air and a sigh of relief as he removes his fingers too.

You don’t see him stand, but when your back is forced to arch further with a hand in the middle of it, you cringe as you hear the sound of rustling clothes.

Tomura drops his pants enough to free his cock, rutting into his palm and roughly jerking himself before lining up with your cunt.

“You say it hurts but this cunt is dripping isn’t it slut?” He sneers, keeping you pinned and laughing at your scrunched up features. Your pretty cheeks wet and puffy, snot and tears covering you along with your sweat making strands of hair stick to your forehead.

He hunches over you again, moving one hand back to your hip and swinging his leg around to smash his foot against your face now, snorting in laughter at your cry of outrage. Your cheek burns, your tears and the carpet rubbing your skin raw as you feel his thick tip begin to push into your pussy.

You weren’t actually wet enough despite his words, the stretch and sting bringing a fresh wave of tears as you sob out loud now.

“M’sorry Tomu’ please, hurts, please—,” your begging does nothing but make him shove deeper faster, trying to jam his cock into your tight hole despite the resistance of your clenching walls.

“Fucking relax, or I’ll fuck your ass,” his threat only served to further frighten you, bearing down almost painfully on him.

His moan of pleasure is your only comfort. “So fucking tight,” his hips jerk, rocking unevenly inside of you, before finally having mercy and letting his spit slick you up a little more. The rough skin of his foot slips a little on your tears, moving his toes closer to your mouth and nose as he loses himself to his own pleasure.

You’re left helpless and weighed down as he essentially uses your face and hips as leverage to fuck harder down into you.

As it gets harder to keep himself up, he drops to one knee and bears down more weight on you. You struggle to breathe or even think as his cock works to open you, balls slapping against your clit in a steady rhythm.

“That’s it slut, you like this don’t you princess? You gonna cum with my gross fucking feet in your mouth? Haha!” He’s delirious in pleasure as he fucks you, hips slamming

His disgusting untrimmed toenails digging into the soft skin of your lips as your tongue hangs out in pleasure, his face giddy looking at your fucked out expression with his foot on it.

“That’s it bitch, I knew you’d like this,” his gaze dark as he watches you, letting his toes wiggle into your mouth and grunting as your core tightens. “This cunt likes it at least,” he grunts, feeling his balls draw tight as he gasps and works his hips faster.

“Go ahead and cum princess, with my filthy fucking feet in your mouth like the slut you are, hah, fuck yes, that’s it,” you couldn’t stop your orgasm even if you wanted to, crying out around his dirty toes as your body convulses beneath him.

He fills your pussy moments later, moaning loudly as his cock twitches and spills inside. Panting heavily as he catches his breath, Tomura’s eyes crack open to stare down at you.

He removes his foot to reveal your messy appearance, too exhausted at this point to do much else but lay pliant below him. Your lip is split, eyes blurry and unfocused, with cheeks stained in drying salty tears.

Tomura chuckles as he pulls out, watching your pussy twitch and push all his warm cum out and down your shaking thighs.

He stuffs his half hard cock back into his sweats he pulls up, standing and stretching his sore side.

“Look who’s fucking gross now bitch,” he grins, digging his phone out of his pocket and snapping a couple pictures, the flash blinding you for a moment.

He intended to set it as his new screensaver.

[stevesjockstrap]

Cold Beginnings

@steddiemas day 12: Hallmark movie tropes

Rated: M to be safe | cw: alcohol | tags: modern au

Swinging his guitar case onto his shoulder, he grabbed the last of his belongings from the car and prepared himself to walk up the steep hill to the cabin again. This part hadn’t been on the fucking website. But it was beautiful, he had to begrudgingly admit. This writing retreat was desperately needed. The record agency wouldn’t wait any longer for a new album.

Hours later as the sun was starting to set, he looked up from his notebook when he heard the distinctive beep beep of a car locking. Eddie frowned. One of the selling points of this cabin was that there were no other houses around for miles. No way should there be anyone close enough to hear.

He went to the front window but he couldn't even see where his car was parked, let alone anyone else’s. It had been snowing steadily since before he arrived and now there was a thick coat on everything in the woods around him. All of his earlier footprints had been covered over quickly.

After a few more moments of looking outside, he shrugged and went back to working. Maybe he was imagining things. His brain was probably playing tricks on him since he’d never been somewhere so eerily quiet before.

A couple strings of lines jotted down later, he went to the kitchen to throw something together for dinner. He screamed as the back door opened and a blast of snowy wind circled him. Then an echoing scream made him scream again. Big brown eyes stared at him. He took in the red cheeks dotted with freckles and the long eyelashes with snowflakes sticking to them.

“What the fuck?”

“Who are you?”

Eddie stormed over to the stranger, who put his hands up in front of him placatingly, but Eddie scoffed and instead pushed the door shut behind him.

“What, were you born in a barn? And you’re dripping all over the floor,” he admonished.

The stranger blinked at him. “I’m… sorry?” He shook his head quickly before frowning at him. “Why are you here?”

“I’m staying here. Why are you here?” Eddie leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, sizing up this intruder. He knew he looked intimidating with the tattoos and long hair and dark clothes. This guy didn’t seem very rugged. He was wearing a puffer coat for Christ’s sake.

He pulled in a long breath before excitedly saying, “I’m renting this place this week! Get away from the big city, right?”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. That had been one of the bullet points on the website. “Uh huh,” he deadpanned. “Well you must have your weeks confused, buddy. Because I’m renting this place this week.”

“No, I don’t think I do. I’ve had this scheduled for months. Maybe you have your dates wrong.”

Eddie smirked at him, sizing him up again. Maybe he did have some fight in him after all. “I talked to the owner yesterday, man. So maybe you’re at the wrong place or something.”

He grumbled as the man set down his duffle bag and pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. “There’s no service here, dickbag. Or WiFi. So that’s not going to help. Why don’t you just-“

“I took a screenshot, dickbag. And yeah, I know that. It was why I picked it, actually. No contact. Here,” he held the phone up for him to see. “Confirmed. One week, December third through the ninth. See the little picture of the cabin?”

Eddie almost took the phone from him in shock, but growled instead and threw his hands up. “Well that’s just great. Let me find all my shit and I’ll get out of here.”

“You can’t!” The man nearly shrieked.

“Now you’re telling me what I can and can’t do?” He said through clenched teeth. This idiot was already grating on his frayed nerves.

“Um. No. But, look, okay?” He pointed out the big window over the sink. Outside it was now basically blizzarding and the sun had fully set. “I barely made it here. Thankfully the girl at the car rental place convinced me I needed four wheel drive. The road up here hasn’t been touched and it’s- it’s like, really really bad. That’s why I’m so late. It took me hours to get here from the city. Now that it’s dark it’d be even worse. We’ll just have to-“

“I’m not staying here with you,” he hissed.

The man took a step back but looked at him determinedly. “It��ll be fine. I’ll take the couch. I’ll stay out of your hair. Maybe the weather will get better and tomorrow we can take my truck somewhere we can get service,” he shrugged when Eddie just continued glaring at him.

“That’s very noble of you…?” He raised an eyebrow at him.

“Steve.” He straightened up and actually pulled the glove off his right hand to stick it out for a handshake.

Eddie chuckled and shook it, squeezing hard enough that he watched with satisfaction as Steve’s jaw clenched. “Eddie.” He dropped his hand and sighed, the bag on the floor catching his attention. “This is all you brought?”

Steve looked down at the duffle and nodded. He only had that and a book bag on his back. “Yeah, didn’t figure I needed much.”

“Alright.” He scrubbed his hands over his face with another sigh. This was actually happening. Fuck his life. “What’s your stance on frozen pizza?”

Steve had stayed out of his way and had slept on the couch. But Eddie was still distracted by him. He had a pile of papers at the dining room table that he was reading over and would make little concerned noises or huff a laugh or sigh.

Rereading the words in the notebook in front of him, he was surprised that they were about big brown eyes and full lips (a helpful ‘dat ass’ scribbled in the margin). He closed it with his own sigh, throwing it on the coffee table and walking over to look out the front window.

Outside, it was still snowing. They’d found a radio in the kitchen last night and the weather report for the next few days wasn’t hopeful. It made the hair stand up on the back of his neck, staying here intentionally alone to get work done was a different vibe than being trapped here with a stranger, even an annoyingly attractive stranger. He wanted to get in his car and take off. Grumbling to himself, he yanked his hair off his neck and up into a bun. All this anxious oppressive energy was making him even grumpier than usual.

Grabbing his notebook and guitar, he stomped up the stairs. Ignoring the head tilt Steve sent him from the table.

Hours later, he had some pieces of a melody and a chorus. Only a million more pieces to go. But he had neglected eating and drinking and he was feeling rough.

He couldn’t hear Steve but he obviously knew he was still around. A part of him wanted to hide out upstairs for the next five days. But his stomach squeezed again and he sighed. He was not the type who could survive a hunger strike.

“Hey, I like your hair like that. And the guitar sounded good.”

Eddie bristled. He looked at the clock on the wall, wondering if it was an acceptable time to drink yet. Fuck it.

“You want a beer?” He grunted as he ducked into the fridge.

“So there’s you, Gareth and Jeff? What’s the other guy’s name again?”

“No one knows,” he said mysteriously. He found himself trying not to smile, actually enjoying messing with Steve after a handful of beers and some swigs of the bottle of Jack he’d miraculously found in a cupboard.

Steve blinked. “You’ve been in a band with this guy since high school and you don’t know his name?”

He shrugged, chuckling darkly and took another swig from the bottle. Steve shook his head. “You’re insufferable.”

“That, Steve, everyone does know,” he said in a conspiratorial whisper, before throwing his head back and laughing. He settled himself further into the couch.

“Somehow it works for you, though,” he shot a sideways grin at him while taking a sip from his beer. He’d only had two, and waved Eddie away when he’d offered the bottle. But it appeared that he was a lightweight. His cheeks had turned red instantly and his eyes seemed glazed. Eddie had insisted he eat more of the pasta and garlic bread he’d thrown together.

“Oh? Because I’ve been so very pleasant to you during this hostage situation, huh?”

“Could be worse,” he shrugged. “It’s been kind of fun. And you’re not as grouchy as you try to be, you know? I like you better when you’re being the real you.”

Eddie choked on the alcohol he had been about to swallow. As he tried not to throw up everywhere, a hand on his chest was pushing him back, straightening him up and he found he could breathe better.

“Fuck. Thanks,” he gasped as he leaned back and took some deep breaths.

Steve watched him intently like he was making sure he was going to keep breathing. He found himself liking this different attention, not having to put on the show or theatrics he always felt like he had to pull around everyone else.

He also realized Steve had moved closer and stayed, his hand hovering even closer between them in case he needed help again. It almost made him want to start choking again. They just sat there for some time, looking at each other until Eddie’s breaths evened out and then it seemed awkward for him to say anything. He memorized the moles and freckles dotted across his face and neck.

When he traced the shape of Steve’s lips with his eyes, he watched them part in a gasp. When he looked up into his eyes again, the full bottom lip was pulled in and bit into and a small noise escaped Eddie. Steve’s eyes dropped down to his lips and something snapped in him.

“Get over here,” Eddie growled, unable to wait another second.

They met in a heated collision of lips and teeth. He cupped his jaw with both hands and held on, keeping him where he wanted as he deepened the kiss. Steve pushed against it a bit, which Eddie found he liked. He allowed him to angle their heads and he gasped as teeth found his bottom lip. He was surprised when a warm tongue caressed over the bitten lip, taking away the sting. Sassy then sweet. Heat pooled in his belly and he wrapped an arm around Steve’s lower back, pulling him closer.

He groaned as suddenly his lap was full of Steve. He brought his hands to his hips to slide him even closer then gave into his desperate desire to grab handfuls of his ass.

Steve pulled away to breathe and he slid his lips across the pair of infuriatingly attractive moles on his neck. Scraping his teeth across his skin and reveling in the little needy noses Steve was making, his own embarrassing noise punched out of him when he was pushed back, not very gently.

“Ed- Eddie,” Steve panted from above him. His eyes were even more glazed over and his lips were red and wet and Eddie started leaning in again. He hadn’t even gotten to bite them. Steve pushed on his chest again, pulling him out of his stupor.

“Yeah? You okay?” He moved his hands off his backside and cupped his face again.

“Yeah,” he huffed a laugh. “Definitely okay. But I’m realizing I’m more drunk than I thought. Uh, more drunk than I’d like to be, to continue this.”

Eddie nodded quickly. “Sure. Of course. Got a little carried away, I think.”

“I definitely did,” Steve laughed. Looking down, maybe just realizing he was still in his lap, he blushed and Eddie helped him maneuver to sit next to him. “But I don’t want you to run away. I dunno, can we just keep talking?”

He pulled him close again, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Not going anywhere. Even if I could.” They stared into each other's eyes for a moment. “Hey, you wanna hear the song I’m writing about you?”

“Oh,” Steve covered his shocked face quickly with a shy smile. “Y-yeah. That’d be amazing.”

Eddie grinned at him, running to go grab his stuff.

He decided on the stairs that this week was going to be a good one.

[verstarppen]

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

i've been made aware that due to the unfortunate circumstances of my internet provider being a cunt- sorry, being unsure of when they'll """have time""" (i called two weeks beforehand) to hook internet up to my dorm it's possible that i will be in an internet famine for ????? a week??? two weeks????? maybe??? who knows ??? not me.

every scheduled update [ galaxy far, far away, max and the three musketeers + all the WIPs on my masterlist ] have been pushed back indefinitely.

please don't kill me i'll try to get updates out by begging neighbours for their wifi passwords on my knees don't even get me started on missing out f1 and ahsoka episodes i will cry

and remember kids, when batman said "always have a back up plan" he meant that shit. anytime you think "eh i'll just make the post later it's fineee i have all the time in the world" you're a fucking idiot (projection).

[alyszuha]

my power went out for a good while yesterday from a really bad storm, and i didnt have wifi or service for like half a day. and during that time i continued stormbringer.

to put it simply, i was crying for a good 20 minutes and i had no idea shit got that bad. like, i knew it would be sad but JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-

i'm not okay. might decide to write something like reverse comfort for chuuya if i ever feel up to it - but i'm very busy with moving so it's a big maybe.

if anyone wants to talk about stormbringer or anything bsd related i am VERY open to talking. this shit has been my hyperfixation for over a year.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Can we get Honey finally meeting the Wayne’s? Alfred is going to be obsessed with her I’m so excited

When several more vehicles pulled into the drive, Dick groaned internally. While he'd always meant to introduce you to his family at some point... he wasn't enthused about THIS.

Especially not right now. He didn't want you inundated with people you would feel compelled to entertain. He was having enough trouble keeping you out of your workshop. You needed rest to recover. And you needed time. You'd been kidnapped. Drugged. Shot. And nearly died. Then found out that your husband and his entire family were vigilante crime fighters... It was a lot.

And his family was a lot more.

"Okay this house is precious-"

"How do people live like this? Where's the wifi-"

"I bet there are sooo many guns here-"

"B wasn't kidding when he said this was the middle of no where holy shit."

"Where is everyone going to sleep?"

"Is anything here vegetarian?"

Dick took a deep breath and smiled a little. They were a lot but- if anyone could handle it, you could. Hell; Sarah had been grooming you to be the matriarch of your family for years.

"Where is this shop I've heard so much about?" Alfred asked him, leaving Bruce to manage his gaggle of children. "And where, may I ask, is your wife?"

"Currently in said shop probably doing something she's been told NOT to do," Dick snorted, watching Sarah helpfully introduce herself and start whipping them all into shape before checking his watch, "You all ran early for once; if we leave now we can catch her-"

"Lead on," he said simply, smiling, "I'd like to ask her here she found that appalling tea service you sent."

____________

Alfred, Stephanie, and Cass stopped at the threshold of the shop and looked around. It was an old building. One that used to house the local newspaper. Tall ceilings, ornate moulding, wood floors. Strips of silk scarves you hadn't been able to save cut into strips and used to make shappy chic 'curtains' instead of having doors between rooms, bound back with smaller strips of fabric. Sparkling Depression glass in every color winking in the lights. The Copper tree you'd assembled with neclaces hanging from the branches. The glass in the handmade pieces looking like fruit. It looked less like a store and more like a page from a fairy tale book.

"Oh. My. God." Stephanie said, "How dare you not tell us-"

"Did she make that?" Cass asked, stepping forward to inspect the tree.

"I'll be there is just a moment," you call from the workshop.

"Honey," Dick said, "Put the hammer down-"

"I wasn't using a hammer," you answer, slipping your apron off to hang on the hook as you step out of your work room, "I was staining a dresser."

The girls bombard you with questions and if it bothers you, Dick genuinely cannot tell. You react with the same sweet, smiling composure as you do with Sarah's girls; accepting hugs and enthusiasm.

"You must be Alfred," you say, holding out a hand with the same sweet smile.

"And I'm very glad to meet you at last," he said taking it. "I always wondered where Richard was getting the odds and ends he sent home."

You crinkle your nose, "I did try and get him to send you less horrific dishes," you tell him apologetically.

"Where do you find those things?" he shuddered, "Do people really buy them?"

"There's no accounting for taste," you shrug. "My grandma's Christmas dishes had Santa's sleigh being pulled by long horn cattle... And never not once had she lived in Texas or SEEN one of the damn things."

"Why-"

"She thought they were cute. And I was very glad that my Aunt Angie wanted them-"

"Your Christmas dishes aren't much better, Honey," Dick snorted, squeezing your waist and kissing the side of your head.

"Well yeah. But mine are Tacky ironically AND dogs are pretty awesome."

"Dogs in Santa hats though?" he teased.

"At least they're tacky ironically," Alfred said.

And not for the first time, Dick wondered how you charmed people like that. You smiled and people fell all over themselves. He should know. You smiled at him and all he wanted was to stay. Just to see if you'd keep doing it.

[primewritessmut]

7, 11, 17, 18, 19 distracting you despite it being against my best interests

The way this post was for everyone but you. 💀

7. Favorite Character To Write?

This is probably going to sound weird and very niche, but my favorite character to write is Gwen from every star for you. I was re-reading it today (bc it's bot infested and I had to go comment deleting) and I love an unapologetic, mean, awful woman that fucks. For this same reason, I also really enjoy writing Harley Quinn (even though I don't do it very often) and most of my original work has some flavor of unlikeable woman in it.

11. Have Any Sneak Peeks Of A Current WIP?

You are insatiable. And I even told you that story about my awful cat terrorizing the neighborhood in the middle of the night! But, since I wrote 1500 words on my cat!Loki wip yesterday... I'll give you some of that.

Very little of what Loki had learned about the TVA before deciding to come here had prepared him for seeing his own face on a screen. Parts of his own life, fast-forwarded and rewound like just another movie committed to celluloid film. The idea that all the choices he’s ever made are simply steps on a predetermined path. Or that there’s been someone walking those steps with him the entire time. At least a little.

He arches his back and yawns, stretching his legs out as far as he can until one paw lands lightly on Mobius’s back.

“Sorry,” he mumbles in his sleep, scooting further away from Loki’s sprawl across the surprisingly luxurious mattress.

Loki rolls over and stretches again, pressing both front paws harder against Mobius’s spine. The analyst scoots away a second time, giving Loki all the room a feral little cat might need, and falling off the edge of the bed with a heavy thud in the process.

“Ow. Shit.” Mobius rustles around on the floor for a minute, then exhales loudly. “I guess I can just sleep down here?”

Loki slinks up to the head of the bed and burrows into the soft down of both pillows, flopping onto his back and flicking his tail side to side since it’s the closest he can get to laughing.

17. Your Favorite Writing Conditions?

I assume we're talking ideal writing conditions? Not just the wet rag I manage to wring out every day?

My favorite place I've ever written was in a cabin on a cliff overlooking the ocean (spirit box vibes) in a place with shitty wifi and phone service. I've gotten to do this TWICE and it's incredible. I stayed there for three days making sure I always had drinks in multiples of three and bounced around between writing, napping, hiking, and doing other hobbies.

So those are my ideal conditions, I guess. A few days to decompress from life, then a few more days alone in a cabin where the paint has been worn thin by wind and sun and salt water, and I can just write whenever I want and I don't have to give a shit about anyone but me.

My headphones are probably there, too.

18. Favorite Writing Style To Read?

Ugh. I'm a simple lad and I like simple fair. I like books that are irreverent and show an author's sense of humor even if it doesn't seem like the genre for it. I also think my tastes run toward... bubblegum is the best word I can think of for it. I don't want to have to bring a machete into a book with me just to be able to understand a third of the plot.

And there's also a soft spot in my heart for author's that take you by the hand and walk you through the book, showing you the sights as you read and when you get to the end and you're looking at the sunset, they shove you off a cliff. Love a good "fuck you, bye", truly.

19. Last Thing You Read?

The actual last thing I read was the third chapter of spirit box as you know. Which I love every time I get to read it. 🚨 FIC REC ALERT EVERYONE 🚨

The last book I read was I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman which is sort of stuck in my brain like a splinter. It's one of those books where you read it and you're like, "Huh. I guess that's over." and then six days later you're in the shower and it hits you again and you feel like you're going to cry or throw up. It's really bleak and really human, and I think I'll be thinking about it a lot.

I have a couple books that are in the "just started" phase that I think I might DNF so I'm not mentioning them. But I'll probably tell you later so you don't waste your time.

x

[tobiasdrake]

Looks like it's all over. Haruhi has been vomited back up and all that's left is the denouement.

In an isolated location and with no warning whatsoever, Yuki ate Haruhi over wifi and then rewrote all of time and space in like three seconds. I would love to know what exactly Itsuki's bosses think he could possibly have done to stop this.

"Yeah, Suzumiya-san was dragging you around by your tie as she does and then you said some shit and she shoved you, not realizing a stairwell was behind you at the time. Fortunately she cheesed it out of there immediately to avoid getting in trouble. Then a passing student found the bloody Kyon Heap and called for an ambulance.

We've planned a memorial service to mourn your passing during the Christmas Party. Suzumiya-san will be thrilled to hear that you'll be in attendance."

Okay, I love the implication that Future Kyon and the two Asahinas stabilized Kyon, got him into a not-dying-immediately condition... and then Future Asahina threw him down a flight of stairs.

Just. Fireman carried his stitched up and unconscious body into the top floor of the school building and then hurled him and let gravity do what it may.

I will forgive Mikuru's uselessness and the skipping of the Ryoko and Yuki resolution in the climax of this movie if they animate and show us that scene. I need Mikuru hurling Kyon down a stairwell.

That "I fell down some stairs" is a stereotypical code for domestic violence in the U.S. makes this line extra funny from an American perspective.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT'S ADORABLE HAHAHAHA

See. I have never bought for a second that Kyon secretly enjoys all of this or has feelings for Haruhi but Haruhi having feelings for Kyon is something that the show has actually put the work into demonstrating repeatedly.

This is perfect. I love that she did this.

No, you won't; The show got cancelled.

I like how Yuki gives this technical explanation for why it was logistically non-viable to warn Kyon ahead of time that she was going to eat Haruhi.

And then he just cuts right through it.

Like. She didn't tell him because she wanted him to make the other choice. She stands by what she did. As she says at the start of this conversation,

She's not sorry. She just. Failed. She had an emotional breakdown and tried to rewrite the universe in a way that honestly wasn't even bad. But then Kyon stopped her. And now we all have to. Just. Like. Move on from it.

I like the way this ending is so sympathetic to Yuki despite technically being the film's chief antagonist. Because what she did wasn't even so bad and she did it for completely understandable reasons.

She just wanted to rest. And to feel. And to have her friend back. Again, I am actually more on Yuki's side of this than I am on Kyon's.

"I'll tell Haruhi that you deleted one of her besties and then she will come for you like a firestorm in the source code of reality and time. You've seen the shit she does to people she likes. You really want to find out what she looks like when homicidally pissed?

You touch Yuki and you are going to be Haruhi's laptop before you even know what happened. Your entire existence will become googling inane teenager things and stuff that gets her put on a No-Fly List for the rest of her life."

I would love to know what exactly Kyon thinks Mikuru and Itsuki are going to contribute to a retaliatory crusade against a cosmic AI from beyond time and space.

And then she tried to stab you.

Twice! And one of them succeeded.

My dude, I don't think Ryoko is the example you want to use here. Yeah, they did make an AI who's cheerful and personable and has a social life but she also very much did try to stab you half to death once and then successfully stab you half to death again.

I mean, I'm down for a Yuki that stabs you with a knife every time you join in the gross Mikuru shit. But I don't think that's what you're looking for.

"...from the SOS Brigade. I need to remember to raise a toast to US: The cause of and solution to all of the world's problems.

[takostacos]

I'm just gonna rant a bit about music in online spaces.

In the further enshittification of the internet, streaming services continue to fail me on a daily basis. If I have anything less than PERFECT signal, music streaming services won't play. I don't use Spotify because it never plays music for me if it loses connection. Including downloaded files. It constantly invalidates the files and leaves me with no music for my work shift, where I don't have phone signal or wifi.

So, I've traipsed back into having a music only device (my item of choice is currently a Japanese Walkman that I got 2nd hand for like, ¥3000). This has led me to going back and having to re-purchase or find the music I want to listen to.

Enter: the shit state of online music.

I've been a fan of Scary Pockets for a while, they're a compilation group that brings different artists in to do funky covers of existing songs.

They had over a hundred people participate and made almost 400 covers.

A month ago, it was announced that they were "shifting to original music" and removed their entire catalogue off of bandcamp.

If you've built an entire catelogue and want to pivot into originals, sure. You make a post about it and make a branched project. A new group, or maybe add-on like "scary pockets originals" or something.

Taking a huge project like this and deleting the old content, that's just killing the old band and reanimating the corpse, harvesting the good will of the fans.

It's such a shitty method.

I'm so sick and tired of shit just getting worse and worse. There's a lot more I could say, but I'm just so tired of it all that I'm not even sure it's worth the energy to even rant about it.

[just-a-lil-otter]

The wifi in my house has been out for like a week and I hate it

I have data so I'm not as effected as the rest of my family who don't but my service is so damn slow sometimes its annoying as hell.

Hopefully the bill gets payed soon because this is annoying as shit

[bryanevansduff]

Enforcing Our Company’s Back-To-Office Policy Has Made Me Drunk Off A Power You Couldn’t Possibly Comprehend

Our company’s back-to-the-office policy strives to promote a healthy balance between remote work and in-office collaboration. By having team members return to the office, we can foster a sense of connection, strengthen our company culture, and, most importantly, make an HR middle manager like me drunker on power than you would ever believe.

Truly, my power high is indescribable. The Germans don’t have a word for how intoxicating it is to command people to spend more time in the physical presence of coworkers who could care less if they lived or died. The Romans’ Bacchus himself could never have dreamed of the wild orgy of elation I get to experience when I report to a team leader that their direct report didn’t arrive last Thursday as they said they would. And the Hindus never conceived of a caste high enough for those of us who get to remind their colleagues to fill out the shared Outlook calendar to schedule a workspace for their days in the office. Now I Am Become Death.

As a reminder, our company believes in-person attendance is a powerful way to build unity and cohesion, but that power dwarfs in comparison to what I feel when enforcing it. Sending out back-to-office mass emails fill me with an Atlas-like resolve. Forcefully weaning these babies’ off of their precious “work-life balance” makes me think of Hercules’ 12 labors as child’s play. And had I been able to call their personal cell phones to issue them a verbal warning for not being in the office enough, Genghis Khan and his Mongol Horde would have stopped dead in their tracks. King Kong Ain't Got Shit On Me.

Though my resolve is unrelenting, that’s not to say I won’t occasionally vary my approach. I’ll surprise someone with a “I hate to be the bad guy...” or “You know, if it were up to me...” when reminding them they have to spend two hours a day commuting if they want to keep their health insurance. But all this empathy is nothing but a performative sham. The truth is, if it WAS up to me, you’d all be chained to galley oars like Ben Hurr, where your rowing could power the vending machines in the break rooms that no one has used since the last Bush administration. I Am The Captain Now.

Some call me a zealot, but how could I not be with a responsibility this important? I’m charged with ensuring the company crams as many people as possible into our big, dumb open floor plan so they can all sit on Zoom calls with each other all day while our Wifi bandwidth totally tanks from it. Upper management charged me with the divine purpose of justifying the company’s inordinate, shortsighted investments into the office’s real estate and I have accepted that calling with an unbridled enthusiasm. I Am A Golden God. 

There are no exceptions to the policy, as there are none with my power. You have a funeral to attend during one of your scheduled back-to-office days? Hey, why don’t you “Zoom in” to the service to pay your respects? What’s wrong - I thought you said being remote was JUST AS PRODUCTIVE as being in person? Allow me to remind you that your offer sheet said you were required to come to the office three days a week as terms of your employment and said nothing about you being able to adequately mourn for your mother. That’s right: Say My Name. (In case you forgot, it’s “Hayley” or “Sayge” or “Zacc” or something stupid because the boomers in charge outsourced this work to someone who was born shortly after 9/11).

Anyway, if you have any questions at all about this transition, please do not hesitate to reach out! But as a reminder I do not work Mondays, Wednesday, Thursdays, or Fridays.

[genericpuff]

This month y'all. Whoof. It's been a lot, but it's also been really fun, just knowing that everything that I'm doing right now is building up to some (hopefully) great shit.

Took today off from shop stuff (no appointments) so got up and found my delivery of clear bags and backboards had arrived, meaning I can now actually package my prints and get them ready for sale. A little worried I might not have enough for this thing but at the same time I don't want to go overboard on stocking because this is my first convention and I have zero clue if these are gonna sell or not. I'm hoping for the best!

What I DO have is now being printed at the print shop, the proofs looked great and I'm feeling a bit more confident. I'm hoping they're ready before 4:30 so I can catch the next bus downtown and hang out with a pal before they leave town again for a while. Said pal also just dropped off a shitload more boxes for us to use for packing, my lil' village has been really coming through for me and my husband while we prep for this move which is literally happening the FOLLOWING WEEKEND after this convention. Worst case, might see if my husband can go down himself and pick them up before his shift, or I'll just pick them up tomorrow, we'll see LOL (I'm just super hyped to get them all packaged and ready ASAP even though the convention isn't for another 2 weeks).

Also called up freaking Bell because they never emailed us to confirm we're good for service setup on the 2nd of April (so we'll only have to go one evening without wifi lmao) apparently we're still good to go but it def made me nervous for a second LOL

It's a lot, and I know it might seem overbearing in a lot of ways (and it kinda is) but it's also like, just the kind of challenge my brain needs. It's keeping me busy, keeping me productive, and it's giving me something tangible to look at and feel proud of the more it comes together, both the convention prep and the move. The stress of doing all the things these past few weeks is being converted into ✨ raw power ✨

anyways, have this picture of a greeting card rack i saw at the print shop that i completely misread because i'm so chronically online i didn't realize "blank inside" meant the card itself was blank and WASN'T meant as some kind of edgy humor card for people who are dead inside- 😂

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

Flashbacks

So J and our son and I are on the tail end of a long haul, this year international, road trip in the camper. Because we spent 8 days in Canada, and we're doing ok financially but we're not made of money, we only paid for our son's phone to work in Canada (can't expect a surly teen to go phoneless for more than a week), and J's work paid for his to work (so they could bother him on vacation...which they did while we were literally out of the country and on a ship at sea 🙄). Mine only worked to go to the internet on wifi. So I could still do Tumblr shit if we were in the rig driving and J had service on his hotspot, but no texting or streaming or anything. Which is fine. I'm not a phone or even an internet addict. But no texting or streaming while driving for hours was a lot, so I decided to clean up my email inbox. I sent over 10K items to trash. And as I did this, I came across an old email conversation that was really personal and intimate I shared with a Tumblr contact who has since stopped contacting me. In fact she stopped contacting me not long after that conversation, and I still worry about her. So I reread that long thread last night and this morning as we waited for camp laundry to finish and drove to the USA/Canada border.

I told this person about the struggles J and I have faced in our marriage. Stuff I never wrote publicly about. Stuff I've shared with very few people ever in any capacity. Stuff I shared in an effort to make her feel better and more hopeful. And then she stopped talking to me.

It was nice reliving just how much J and I have been through together and to realize that we're still going strong. It was nice to read my own words again about J's consideration and patience and kindness. About how well we work together. But reading those things, I couldn't help but flashback to the former friendships I made here that disappeared for whatever reasons. There have been quite a lot of them; at this point maybe even rivaling the number of real life friends I've made and lost or had fade away. And also, I saw the names of people I mentioned to her as trusted references to help her in addition to or maybe better than I could help her with the problems she came to me with. Every single one of them was a person that has since been revealed as deceptive about who they really were here on Tumblr.

Going through your unkempt email will certainly force some different perspective.

[caliboron]

hey so uh. mutuals and anybody who talks to me on a regular basis and would notice I’m gone (aka 2 people who if you see this you know who you are :P), some shitty stuff went down for me irl last night and everything is kinda awful right now. lots of screaming and fighting/slamming shit and stuff going on around me and so much tension and anxiety. but the reason I’m making this post is to let you all know that because of some shit that happened irl, I’m going to be unable to get on the internet at all for an unknown amount of time. not even on phone data/wifi bc I don’t have service and my sister’s limited plan ran out. so yeah I’ll be gone completely not by my own choice. Sucks that this is happening because I could really seriously use some support from my friends but I can’t even talk to them or anyone so I’m on my own with this. I’m not coping too well asdfghjkl anyway yeah gonna be bored and depressed without access to any of the stuff I do on a daily basis. can’t even play Splatoon. at least I have music and my drawing program but the environment of my home rn is so toxic and anxiety-inducing. I was in a state of fight or flight last night that wouldn’t let up until like 3 am when I finally passed out. also I haven’t been showering or taking care of myself at all lol my depression is smashing me with a mallet

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Hey wanted to ask if internet services have been restored in your country or not. Are you able to connect to social media without vpn now?

Hello sweet anon! Mobile data was restored over the weekend, however WiFi was still pretty shit. I was using Twitter, Tumblr, and other sites via VPN at work bc work WiFi was still better. My colleagues were complaining that YT was still blocked for them and WiFi at home wasn't working at all.

But guess what??? I just found out (as i was writing this answer) that Internet Services will be blocked again all over the country today (monday) 🙃

[angy-brows]

So my wifi has been out for about 3 days now, and given the service thus far from support I don’t know when it’s going to come back on, let alone before Friday.

So that on top of all the other shit I’ve had to deal with last week and this week, I’m just going to say no comic this week.

I’m sorry y’all, I just don’t have the mental willpower to do that when I have to juggle class and work at the same time.

Hopefully it will be back up tomorrow.

— ZJ

[dreadfutures]

it's been a tiring week, I've had students cry in front of me, tell me how lonely they are, tell me they're convinced it's week 2 of the quarter and they're so far behind they're never gonna be able to catch up. And I think I've managed to help all of them get to people they need on campus to make things at least a little more manageable.

talking to disability services and getting accomodations is really scary when the culture you're raised in doesn't believe in disability or mental health at all, or consider it shameful to ask for help. getting food stamps comes with all sorts of ideological baggage. but fuck man, if you don't have to work two jobs and can get food stamps and use those 80 hours to study for your chem and bio classes, do it!!!!! no one has to know!!! so many things are protected and private and just waiting to make your life easier so you can do the important things, like studying to be a doctor

all the rich kids are taking the shortcuts and acting entitled to every accomodation and care and extra time and easier settings to Life. and brown kid culture is the opposite. self reliant, self sufficient, and sucking it up because you gotta be strong and avoid shame at all costs. that's gotta change.

i checked in with a bunch of students since talking to them, and they seem like they're getting their footing. it's not too late! it's never too late! you can fail your ochem class and do really bad in your other ochem classes and still end up going to get a PhD in a chemistry that is half built on organic chemistry. It's possible!

You only know it's worth it if you try. And if you give up at the start, you'll never know what you're missing out on--or discover what you don't like.

There are a lot of facets to being a doctor. Do you want to be a doctor, or do you just want a career that has face to face time with people? do you wanna be a doctor or do you want to take samples and analyze them and find out what's wrong with someone? do you wanna be a doctor or do you want to study disease? do you wanna be a doctor or do you want to revolutionize healthcare or expand access to programs?

every individual has a different answer and only you can find out for yourself if this chem class is gonna get you one step closer to chasing what you really wanna do.

The only thing that can truly truly stop you is giving up before you begin.

It's not gonna be easy! I worked two jobs and discovered all sorts of health stuff in college and was often miserable and certainly wasn't the smartest person in the room like, ever. It was really hard. But I did it. I clawed my way into accessing the things I needed to make it Doable.

There are two students I have who have already said, joking through their tears of frustration: "idk what to do, I guess I might as well drop out! haha!"

And I'm not kidding, but that's a fucking death sentence right there. Joking about that shit and getting so emotional and flippant puts the idea solidly in your head as a possibility.

When I have students who make comments like that, I know I might as well just walk away! because I know when I try to help them, even if I offer to do everything for them to get their problem solved -- wifi chip in her computer is busted so she can't do the online homework. guess what I have resources to get free computer loans on campus, and there are computer labs in the 24/7 library that are NEVER used, and I have SOLUTIONS as well as sympathy...

I know when a student says something shitty about themselves like that, they will REFUSE any and all help.

They are convinced they're hopeless and helpless. So therefore it's not worth helping them, because Nothing Can Fix This.

Guess what? It would be a lot less work to help you than some of the other students who are even further behind! and I am still trying to help regardless! but nope pessimism and self sabotage disguised as irony and humor have cut out the Rational part of the brain....they've decided theyrr done for.

You know that when you get upset, your brain gets flooded with hormones that make it difficult to think analytically?

it's really clear from the outside, lemme tell you.

I worry for my students, but I think the vast majority of them are gonna be good, and I am really happy. These are the parts of teaching I love the most. de Broglie equation and bullshit aside, sharing my fuck ups and experiences and knowledge and SEEING students enroll in the free tutoring, or knowing they reached out to therapists, or knowing they joined an org I recommended, is really worthwhile and special