#now without a typo

[t-hirstreview]

Pappy's rules for living

[roppiepop]

Who’s coming to the cookout?

[literallyjustanerd]

so a few days ago I saw this post, and the accompanying tags from @brrmian :

the idea of Cody being simultaneously so cool on the surface and constantly overanalysing every interaction stuck with me so much that I ended up spitting all my thoughts into existence

so

enjoy a brief look into Commander Cody's mind:

[kuroshitsuji-wiki]

Chapter 216: The Butler, Tallying

The new chapter is now out!

The English translation is available on MangaUp! and on other places.

Something is amiss with the number of guests the Nectar Springs Hotel is supposedly hosting, and Ciel and Sebastian head to the much praised Merry Ocean Pier where they catch someone's eye...

[momentomori24]

[This has been sitting in my draft for a while lol]

When it comes to Curly's failings, I always see people bring up his obvious failure to protect Anya and him prioritising Jimmy, who was the rapist in that situation. Which is completely valid btw and we should rake him through the coals for that alone even more. But I also see too many people saying that Curly "didn't enable Jimmy" or playing softball for his actions. And I could maybe see where that comes from if that incident was the only thing we had to point to-- but that wasn't all he did, is it? Curly being indifferent or not taking Jimmy's mistreatment and belittlement of Anya seriously was hinted at so much earlier than that.

Namely, the very first time we play from Curly's point of view. Let's just skip the fact that Curly was putting everyone in danger by not taking his psych evals seriously and simply giving the same answers to pass them even tho he was shown literal minutes after this scene being clearly not-sane, and go straight to the point I actually wanna get into. Which is this:

These scenes in isolation wouldn't be that bad. From his pov, it's played off as comical and it is. Jimmy being a brony (not really lmao) and getting playfully dragged over it is funny. But unfortunately this is the first example out of many for Curly's complacency. Anya is complaining about Jimmy not taking his psych evals or her seriously, which is easy to believe considering how much he rags on her for "not being a good nurse" (she kept Curly alive on hopes and dreams how dare you). So he keeps making her do silly and inappropriate reports she clearly doesn't wanna do, which is kinda shitty (also borders on harassment). But rather than actually saying something about Jimmy's behaviour or even acknowledging how it sucks he says this:

Mate, that's not a good thing 💀 He's clearly aware that the problem is Jimmy's lack of respect for Anya specifically. He knows that if he, his friend and a man in power, were the one doing the evals Jimmy wouldn't try that disrespect. But it's Anya, a meek woman who ranks lower than him so he thinks he can get away with it (which he DOES), and Curly's shown as comfortable in knowing that. He doesn't chew Jimmy out for making Anya uncomfortable nor does he reassure her that he will do something about it. All he does is take it off her hands this once and helps Jimmy power through it to get a good diagnosis (even tho we know he's DEFINITELY not sane either). He doesn't even mention Anya's discomfort or confront him on his inappropriate behaviour, just teases Jimmy in good fun instead because he doesn't think of it as anything serious. It's subtle and pretty minor in comparison to everything else, but I think it's worth pointing out. Especially because this convo takes place after Jimmy had assaulted her, which makes this so much worse.

If you need any more evidence of Curly being an enabler you need not look further than Anya herself. And I'm not just talking about the way he failed her here-- I'm talking about Anya's own view of Curly and the way said view influences her actions.

Just look at her choice of wording. "What would you have done". This is in response to him saying that she could've come to him if she were feeling stressed, which she-- in his eyes-- didn't. The question itself implies that she had no faith in Curly to actually help despite his insistence that he would've, which I think is significant because it shows that she's very much aware of Curly's shortcomings when it comes to her situation AND it's one of the first (or the first time) she actually verbalised her lack of trust towards him or anyone directly. Prior to this scene she had told him about her rape and the rapist, presumably because she trusted him to handle it. And he dismissed her because the rapist was his best friend, and that evidently deeply scarred her. Enough so that she secretly took the gun and hid it someplace else and didn't even tell Curly were that was, because she knows that if Curly has access to it there's a so much greater chance Jimmy will have too, insinuated by the line "the least I can do is make sure he never gets it either". Speaking about the gun:

It sucks so bad that this perception of him isn't even inaccurate nor unjustified. That despite everything Jimmy had done to her and everything he could still do to her, he'd very likely still not allow her access to the gun for protection. Because that's exactly what he didn't do anyway. He didn't attempt to keep her safe from Jimmy, instead he just pretended that nothing was wrong and still let Jimmy's belittlement of her pass. He didn't give her the gun after the incident, because she wouldn't have hid the case if he had. Despite his desperate reassurance that he'd do anything, he did nothing but make it worse for her and she KNOWS that. It's so frustrating knowing he entrusted the axe to Swansea when he needed it but not the gun to Anya when she needed it too. Also this:

The fact that his knee-jerk reaction to her admitting that she's pregnant was "Who would you--" is so fucked, especially considering she's already told him what happened. "Who would you" what? Who would you fuck? Who would you have sex with? That choice of wording drives me up a wall-- SHE wouldn't and didn't do anything or anyone. That was JIMMY. The potential sentence implies that she had any choice or agency in her pregnancy. She didn't. And the fact that Curly had to ask "who" insinuates that he's been putting Jimmy's action out of sight and out of mind the whole time, choosing to not think about them or what happened to Anya at all. And considering he still made her do Jimmy's evaluations despite being able to do them himself and literally didn't even think of making sure she gets psych evals done too--especially AFTER getting sexually assaulted--that might actually be the case (I haven't seen anyone make a stink about that piece of info so I'm going to because what kinda colossal fuck up IS that??).

I vaguely had a post like this in mind but seeing so many people be like "well Anya did some wrong stuff too like leaving Curly alone with Jimmy but you don't get mad at HER for that so why is Curly not doing anything about Jimmy being alone with Anya so different??" actually makes me want to blow some people up. Jimmy's an abuser, sure, but Anya has no real reason to believe that he'd actually harm Curly. From her perspective, they were close, close enough that Curly would not only let Jimmy continuously disrespect her but also get away with assaulting her too. That, and she knows that Jimmy was closer to Curly than anyone and more likely to be civil around him than he ever was to her. She has barely any reasons to suspect Jimmy would harm Curly when they're alone. Curly, on the other hand, has every fucking reason on the planet to think Jimmy would harm her when they're alone. He knows he raped her (likely in her room at night too). He knows that he sexually harasses her. He knows that he doesn't respect her at all. And that was BEFORE the crash. Anya tried insisting on giving Curly his medicine, only for Jimmy to keep aggressively insisting that he'll take care of it despite her protests. Curly didn't try to keep them separate at all even though he was the Captain and had the power to do so. And this should go without saying, but leaving your rapist alone with his best friend that he was close to and enabled/protected him and leaving your friend alone with the woman he raped (and might have repeatedly assaulted given his free access to her) is NOT THE SAME and I'm going to start chucking some people down a waterfall because what the fuck is that argument 💀 Actually leave it to the fandom of the game where the rape of a woman is the catalyst for the events that unfold to use her trauma to defend the guy that enabled it in the first place. Bloody hell.

The reason why this whole Curly discourse pisses me off is because it-- from what I can see-- ONLY brings up his failures 1-0 days before the crash and the Dead Pixel scene (or all the discussion around other points are drowned out by those two). Those scenes, while important to talk about, are not the only things he's done, and focussing on those as the only things is a mistake that comes short of understanding the issue. When it comes to Curly the main defences I see for him are "he was trying not to escalate the situation" and "he was trying to keep things under control the best he can" and "he was waiting for the right time to help Anya", but those don't work when you look at the bigger picture of everything he's done.

He half-assed through his psych eval despite clearly not being sane (and KNOWING he's barely sane, he literally admits it to Jimmy's face). He still continued to task her with Jimmy's psych evals. He brushed over Jimmy's sexual harassment of her as a joke. He didn't think about making sure she got psych evals done herself after being raped. He gave Swansea the axe but didn't give Anya the gun despite it being for "unrest amongst the crew" (whatever the hell THAT means). He let her assault slip his mind that she had to remind him. He's literally a blond man. He took no action to hold Jimmy responsible for anything, and prioritised how his violation of Anya would affect him rather than her. He ignored her demands for him to get rid of Jimmy. He still allowed Jimmy free reign of the ship as co-pilot even after he was openly fantasising about killing everyone and had a major motive and the means to do just that. He was potentially thinking of making her miscarry to cover up what happened. He was so accustomed to her sucking up being disrespected and disturbed that he didn't even notice a difference in her behaviour until she hid the fucking gun. There's so much other shit he's done and hasn't done, and not talking about them or glossing over them makes it so easy for people to argue that he isn't actually an enabler or just minimise the severity of his neglect.

And while I'm already dragging Curly through the mud, I might as well just drag Swansea too. I've seen too many people being like "Anya should've told Swansea instead" and "Swansea was the one that actually took responsibility". Like, y'all realise he's not that much better than Curly, right? He already knew about what happened to Anya-- he admits it to Jimmy's face-- but he didn't do shit. He knew, but he still got completely shitfaced for months despite her earlier protestation to that (for very understandable reasons). He knew, but he still let Jimmy have the axe AND be alone with Anya while having it. He knew, but when Anya locked herself in the Medical and Daisuke and Jimmy asked for his help he didn't budge nor really showed any care. He knew, but the reason he finally decided to do something about Jimmy wasn't Anya, it was Daisuke. Her suffering and her eventual death weren't enough for him to take action either.

This game, on top of everything else, is a great depiction of rape culture. It doesn't just include the rapists, but the people (mostly men) that stay silent, do nothing, make excuses for and protect the perpetrator for whatever reason, and Swansea and Curly (Curly way more so than Swansea) are both active contributors to the environment that allowed for evil to flourish and continue unhindered until it destroyed them all. And while that arguably doesn't make them evil themselves or as bad as Jimmy, they are so much more a part of the bigger problem than the fandom likes to admit.

[Ok since this is kinda gaining a bit of traction please consider helping these guys out here, here and here. Thanks!]

[wilds-ponytail]

Legend, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

[mossattack]

(Some silly headcanons about Mortalitasi and Nevarran traditions that ended up leading me to Emmrich. How typical.)

We don't actually know all that much about Nevarra and their customs. World of Thedas and some of the in-game codex tells us some key points: strong royal families, a rich history of dragon hunting, an elite group of mages rumored to be heavily involved in makings of the country, and, of course, the thing that this country is most famous for - the fascination with the dead.

Our very own Nevarran companion mentions a couple of things about her home country:

And even though she doesn't seem fond of Mortalitasi practices or Nevarran customs surrounding the dead, she admits that some stories that pervade the South are greatly exaggerated:

(I feel so called out)

This makes me think that this interest in the dead is still a personal choice. I doubt that an average Nevarran is obsessed with those rituals any more than an average person from Ferelden is with theirs - those are just a part of their traditions that obviously affect their lives in unique ways, but that is all.

Now, Nevarran nobility are a different matter. They are said to start the construction of their tombs very early in life - lavishly decorated palaces with gardens, ballrooms and bathhouses. A sign of power and wealth for them, and that I can believe.

But when it comes to Mortalitasi, do they, in general, care as much? Do they take all these things, all these rituals, to extreme somehow, professional pride and all?

How much would a Mortalitasi care about their own tomb? Would Mortalitasi friends and colleagues ever promise to lead the other's ceremony depending on who dies first? "Oh, I'll totally mummify you if you're the one to go first, don't you worry, I know you think that Markus is getting sloppy".

The coffin sharing is also not unheard of (the spouses from The Flame Eternal), and I wonder if it's ever used as a grand gesture - to ask someone to be placed in the same tomb?

(And just imagine how messy this could get, the way people are. Building a tomb together only to have a falling out, what are you even supposed to do after that?)

Would it be romantic then, to tell your significant other that you don't want to ever part from them, even in death?

Beacause imagine Emmrich writing a quick letter to his friend from the Mourn Watch (Johanna, if they are still friends after all these years, or Myrna), "doing fine, on a saving the world business trip, will be back when I can; could I trouble you with a favor - a bigger coffin, installed in my tomb, not urgent, just whenever you have the time."

When the reply comes and his friend is (obviously) asking for a reason for such a sudden change, he just looks at Rook from the corner of his eye and replies with "no particular reason, just felt like it."

[sehtoast]

Indulge Me (Homelander x Reader Powerswap!au Smut)

18+ | 1.5k words | Pure smut, gender neutral reader, oral sex, lazy blowjob, ball sucking, rimming, begging, overstimulation, come eating, HL!reader, oral fixation | Fic Directory

This is your favorite.

He really was so perfect for you. Indulging this little need of yours, head tipped back on the couch, warm breaths escaping between his parted lips.  

Your head rests in his lap while his fingers thread through your hair.  It’s how he grounds himself.  You know he enjoys this, too.  This little… fixation of yours.

You lost track a while ago of how long you’ve been like this.  Head turned toward his body as you suckle the head of his limp cock, tongue teasing his foreskin.  You can’t recall how many loads you’ve swallowed, but you know he’s dazed and you’re in heaven.

Your own arousal has long since drenched your underwear, but you’ll take care of that eventually.  

You roll your tongue lazily over the head, drool spilling down your cheek landing in a dark patch on his pants.  He tastes so good, so sweet, and he’s all yours.  You roll closer to him, letting his soft cock slip further back your tongue. 

The goal was never quite to get him off, but rather to satisfy that little oral fixation of yours. He’d discovered it fairly early on in your relationship.  A thumb pressed to your lower lip after a kiss, the digit sucked into your mouth, your eyes glazing over.

John had looked like a deer in headlights, but he went along with it.  Pushed and pulled his thumb in and out, soft sighs escaping from him as he imagined how that tongue would feel on his cock.

He took your hand back then.  Guided it into his pants, under his cute little briefs, let you grasp and stroke him while you laved over his finger.  He ended up lightheaded and had to sit.  That was when you, filthy little thing you are, traded his finger for his cock.  

You held him in your mouth until your chest was soaked in a slick combination of come and slobber.  Even then, you didn’t want to let off.

You feel him grow against your tongue, twitching again after his refractory period passed.  He uses his grip in your hair to rock your head gently.  

You don’t care.  As long as you get what you want.

He pushes until the tip is at your tongue and you wrap your lips around him, sucking gently.  Can’t be too careless, can’t hurt him.  But you have to have him.

He looks down at you with glassy eyes and red cheeks. His chest heaves, he chews his lip, lets his hands roam.

“Mmm, god, what’d I ever do to deserve you?” He moans.  “That’s so– oh, fuck…”

His cock twitches and you roll to swallow more of him.  Your tongue travels lazily along the length.  You angle your head to catch the bump of the vein that runs on the underside and his hips jerk.

“Hnngh,” he gasps.  He’s sensitive, damn near overstimulated.  His eyes travel to the window of your penthouse, basking in the beautiful blue sky as you work his cock– but not for too long.  

The sight of you is far more gorgeous.

You shift, releasing him to prop yourself on your elbow.

“Pants off,” you tell him.

Without a second of hesitation, he pushes them down to his knees.

“Lay back.”

Once again, John does as you say, kicking his garments away and splaying his legs wide.

Your face is buried against him almost immediately, though this time you take one of his balls in your mouth.  You hold it gently, tongue swiping over it in meticulously slow strokes.  You taste the salt of his sweat and a flavor that is uniquely his.

You can feel him start stroking himself, his skin moving along with the more aggressive tugs.

He’s a moaning mess above you, but he knows not to come.

Not until your mouth is back around him and he can be savored.

His heel digs into your back and he arches up, pressing his sack against your mouth.  He feels your drool slowly dribble down his balls, over his perineum, a small trail painting over his hole.

“Ah, might be a, uh, a weird ask,” he shudders, “your spit feels r-really good when it goes… down there, uh… C-Can you uhm, you know… drool… more?”

You look up at him with a twinkle of amusement in your spaced out eyes. You suck off of his sack with a wet pop, grabbing both of his thighs to push him so that his ass is exposed entirely to you. 

“H-Hey!” 

You press his thighs to his chest, kneeling before him.  You can see the realization in his eyes and it stirs something playful in you.  You drop a heaping glob of saliva on his hole before diving in, tongue swirling around the tight muscle.  There’s more of an effort here than what you’d been doing before.

He deserves a treat for being so good for you for so long.  

Your sweet little Johnny.

He keens below you, hands swatting below his rear to seek any part of you he could grab.  Somehow he manages a handful of your cape.

You press your tongue flat against his rim, holding it there to warm him.  Your hands move to knead his rear, the globes of his flesh so soft and malleable in your palms.  

His whines and whimpers are so sweet, but your name flying off his tongue is by far the most delicious part of it all.  He practically screams it when you pierce that tight ring of muscle, tongue wriggling inside.

How fucking amazing to know he was all yours.  You could take him apart at your leisure, in any way you want, and he’d always beg for more.

Just like now.

“Ah, please! Please– fuck! Fuck!”

Your little birdie loves to sing for you.

“Oh, god, fuck, can– can I t-touch mys– AH!” He cried out as you pushed your tongue further, slipping out to suck hard on his perineum.  “Please, please, oh fuck, please!!” 

Your hand slipped around his waist to grasp his cock, squeezing just enough to make his whole body jump.  You drag your fist over the length of him torturously slow as you tongue fuck him.

He weeps, begging and pleading.

Through his tears, he tells you how close he is.  You angle his body, pointing the tip of his cock right at his mouth.

“Catch it,” you tell him, “but don’t swallow it.”

He nods like the desperate slut he is.  Needy for you, needy for all that you’ll give him, starved until he can have it.

You drag your tongue from hole to sack, suckling his flesh and jerking him in three hard pumps that leave him howling an open mouthed moan, ropes of his come painting his face and tongue.  You trail back to his hole and dip your tongue inside to feel every pulsation of his glorious release.

He feels his body drop and your tongue is upon his face in a fraction of a second, licking him clean.

He’s pretty sure it’s in his hair, too, but he can’t possibly care about that.  Not when your tongue delves between his parted lips to lick everywhere you can possibly reach, desperate for more of his taste.  

You’re like an animal starved for something only he can provide. 

You press him against the couch, tasting your little pet, savoring his sounds and how they echo inside of you.

He’s so fragile looking when you pull away. He’s been undone and put back together over and over again.  So good, so perfect for you.

All for you.

“Good boy, Johnny.” You purr into the shell of his ear.  

He arches against you.

“You’re gonna take such good care of me now, right?”

He nods eagerly, nearly rising from the couch if not for your overwhelming strength keeping him in place.

Your hands slip under the hem of his sweater, pushing it up to reveal his nipples.  You lean down to tongue over one, fingers finding the other.

“That delicious cock of yours is gonna be ready for me soon, right?” You murmur against his chest. You relish the feeling of his hands in your hair, gripping and tugging.

The thought of more damn near scares him.  He’s not sure if he’s got anything left; he might end up shooting dry.  Would you be upset that you didn’t get your little treat if that’s all he had?

“You’re gonna fuck me and take such good care of me, baby. I know it.” 

You suck his rosy bud into your mouth, smirking at his weak moans.

“My sweet little Johnny…”

[louisianimal]

Was kinda fucked up in the city tonight.

[ask-spiderpool]

Not important but just as a friend, the accent mark goes over the first e in “divorcée” (same thing for “fiancé/e”) (don’t mean to be rude or annoying; I’m just autistic and for some fucking reason, my realm of “expertise” extends to French)

Oooh… I love you anon, you’re so sweet and sexy and I appreciateé your expertiseé… I think it just makes it funnier when I get it wrong.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[firepollox]

Starkid should make a nightmare time episode called "good mourning" about Dan and Donna

[bluewlnteroses]

i just keep thinking about harley getting to know the truth about why peter is alone and finding out why people don't remember him and for a moment thinking he's glad he got to meet him after everything went down and immediately feel guilt and shame because its not fair peter went through so much pain and had to leave everyone he knew behind but,,,, just thinking about meeting each other before and getting to know peter and then completely forget him makes his feel sick

[chemicalarospec]

i'm not very good at this going to bed thing.

[dipplinduo]

Fun fact about me: April 18th is my birthday! :)

And part of what I wanted to do to celebrate this year was to give back. Introducing * ~ a dipplinshipping birthday oneshot ~ * :

Rating: T

Summary:

Today was Kieran's birthday, but it was the last thing that mattered to him. In fact, he vowed it would never matter to him again. Instead, he would focus on things that would keep him strong: his battling, his strategizing, and his crown as the Blueberry Champion. His sister and the Elite Four won't stop asking him random questions, though, and if anyone brings up Juliana any more than they already have since she arrived as an exchange student, he's seriously going to lose it. But...why can't he stop thinking about her? And why is everyone acting so suspicious?!

A bittersweet birthday celebration fic for anyone who's had complicated feelings about their birthday. <3

Take this as a thank you to all of those who have followed my work and/or my Tumblr blog. I wouldn't have imagined having the support of this wonderful community on my last birthday, and I can't even begin to describe how encouraged and inspired I have felt to write since finding you guys. I have never written this much for this long, consistently, and your constant feedback and comments seriously brighten my day more than Juliana brightens up Kieran, LOL. Hope you enjoy this! <333

(And yeah, this fic is the "event based idea" that this poll was about. I thought it was so funny that some of you thought it was gonna be some devastating angst LMAOOOO. That's for after TTPD releases, tysm for the bday gift Taylor.)