#or they just recommend me garbage ass

[p2iimon]

its like i like breakcore but ive only found 2 bands that do it for me. give me music recommendations based on informerr by satanicpornocultshop. based on meat not wrraped. i dont know.

[philharmonica]

feeling conflicted on whether to forgive+forget and open myself up or keep guarded from those who hurt me before so they don't have the chance to do so again

[catcatb0y]

Saw my Notp AND least favorite headcanon.

Why must I suffer like this??? How shall I sleep with these WRONGS rattling in my head?? Why ME I am just a SILLY BOY.

[ordinary-barbie]

sexy to someone - porco galliard x reader

summary: After scrolling social media you're feeling particularly insecure about your looks. Your boyfriend, Porco, is determined to convince you that you really are pretty.

word count: 2.3k words

tags: fem!reader, pet names (babe and baby), reader has a tooth gap bc I'm nothing if not self-indulgent, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face sitting, vaginal fingering, doggy style, breast play, praise kink, consent checks, reader is self-conscious about her body and struggles with mental health issues

minors and ageless blogs dni.

title comes from the song "sexy to someone" by Clairo.

Normally you loved scrolling through social media, but you just couldn't do it today. If you saw one more vacation photo or one more bachelorette party with someone's former sorority sisters, the already deep pit in your chest would cave in. And it wasn't anyone's fault: you couldn't get mad at your friends or random influencers and celebs for simply posting about their lives. To put it delicately, you were just feeling like a steaming pile of garbage compared to everyone else on your Instagram feed.

Today you hated pretty much everything about your looks. Your tooth gap looked like an eyesore. Your eyes seemed dull and sleepy. Your nose? Meh. Your figure? Nothing to write home about. It was a wonder that anyone liked your Instagram photos at all, and especially unbelievable that you managed to snag a boyfriend, especially someone like Porco Galliard.

Porco was an absolute babe. You'd never been hugely into blondes, but something about him and his undercut had got your heart racing when you met him at a frat party that your bestie Pieck, a Delta Zeta, had invited you to. You were always pretty reserved, and especially nervous to be around a bunch of frat dudes. Luckily, Porco eased your nerves by making you laugh, and the rest was history.

He was funny, confident, and hot as hell, while you were more reserved. When you'd first gotten together, you felt like the nerdy female protagonist in an 80s teen movie who managed to land the most popular guy in school. That had subsided after five years of dating, but now you couldn't help but feel the insecurity clawing at your brain again. Porco could easily get any woman he wanted - why you, of all people? Was he simply settling until someone better came along?

You rolled over onto your stomach and buried your face into one of the couch's armrests, quietly sobbing. Why were you like this? Why couldn't you be hotter so you could look like someone who actually belonged with Porco? Porco shouldn't be with someone like you. There were plenty of cute sorority girls he could've gone after in college, including Pieck or your other friend Sasha.

You recognized (thanks to months of therapy) that you were in a thought spiral, but you felt powerless to stop it. Normally you would go on your phone to distract yourself, but since social media had triggered your insecurities, you decided to settle for a nice little depression nap. That ought to make you feel better, right?

-

When you woke up, you didn't feel as crushingly awful as you did before, but you were still in a bit of a shitty mood. You snuggled tightly in your blanket and stared up at the ceiling, not even moving when Porco came home from work.

"Hey babe, I'm home! Traffic was nuts today - that podcast you recommended to me honestly saved my ass from dying of boredom," Porco joked, kicking his shoes off and making his way into the kitchen.

When you turned your head towards Porco but didn't react, his cheery expression morphed into worry. "Baby, what's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"It's nothing, don't worry," you hurriedly assured him, not wanting to be a burden, especially since he'd had a long day at work.

Unfortunately, Porco was a stubborn motherfucker, so he kept prying. "Come on, don't do that thing where you try to sweep shit under the rug. I can tell something's bothering you. You know you can tell me anything."

You sat up, protectively wrapping your arms around your midsection and chewing at your bottom lip. "I just - why are you with me, Porco?" you asked, your voice wavering. "I mean, look at you. You could be with anyone you wanted and you settled for me."

Porco furrowed his brow. "Baby, where is this coming from? I picked you because you're funny and kind and fuckin' hot."

You snorted. You appreciated Porco complimenting you in his Porco way, but you weren't totally buying what he was selling. "Please, Porco. Gigi Hadid is fuckin' hot. Pieck is fuckin' hot. I'm just..." You gestured to yourself vaguely, making a face.

Porco scoffed, shaking his head. "First of all, Pieck is like a sister to me, so don't even go there. Second of all, yeah, Gigi Hadid is pretty, but she's not you. You're actually the hottest woman I know. I honestly feel like I outkicked my coverage here."

"Porco, stop acting like I'm some big prize," you insisted. "Especially when I scroll through social media and every woman I follow is pretty much a smokeshow, including my friends."

Porco said your name sternly, making you jump. "Is that where this is coming from? Babe, please don't compare yourself to Instagram. You know everyone curates their feed to only share the good shit, even the celebs."

"I know, but that doesn't change the fact that there's so many gorgeous girls out there, and I'm just...me," you responded, staring down at your lap.

"Hey! Look at me," Porco commanded, and you reluctantly met his gaze. "You are so desirable to me. I love you. And I wish I could fight your shitty brain for making you ever think otherwise."

You sighed. "Porco, I love you. I just wish I could see the person you see. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror earlier and just felt ugly. I hate that I can't just make these thoughts go away."

Porco moved closer to you, kissing both of your cheeks. "Babe, you are a fuckin smokeshow to me. Please let me prove it to you..."

"And just how do you plan to do that?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. You tried to look impassive but you couldn't help but rub your thighs together in anticipation.

"Like this," Porco simply replied, ghosting over your lips with his own. You shuddered, still amazed at how turned on Porco could make you without touching you. "But first - are you sure you want this? And you remember our safe word, right? Just say 'red' and I will stop, no matter what."

You nodded. Porco frowned. "Use your words, baby."

"Yes, I want this. Please touch me, Porco," you whined impatiently, your mind now clouded with lust.

"I mean damn, if you insist, babe," Porco joked before kissing you deeply. He draped his body over yours on the couch, suddenly enveloping you with the smell of his favorite cologne. It was heavenly.

Since your mouth was occupied, you tapped Porco's shoulder, and he instantly ceased his movements. "Everything good, babe?" he worriedly asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just - could we move it to the bedroom, please?" you shyly asked.

Porco smirked. "Okay, dirty girl," he teased, leading you by the hand into your bedroom. Once inside, he slammed the door with his foot, deeply making out with you and letting his hands roam all over your body. You made a motion to take your bra off but Porco stopped you in your tracks.

"Please let me do it, baby," Porco begged, and you happily obliged. After tossing your bra to the other side of the room, Porco shoved his hands under your shirt, massaging your breasts. "Man, I'll never get tired of these tits. They feel so good in my hands."

Porco bit at your bottom lip, and you let out a moan. Porco was driving you wild right now. "That's my good girl," he praised, and those four little words sent a shockwave straight to your core. "I love it when you moan so prettily for me. Now take those clothes off, baby."

That lit a fire under you. You quickly rid yourself of your t-shirt (really one of Porco's, a vintage shirt from the university you both went to) and sweatpants, standing nakedly in front of Porco except for a simple pair of black undies.

Porco let out a breath. "Oh fuck, baby. You're so goddamn sexy." You shyly smiled at him. "Now take a seat for me; I need to taste you."

You sat down at the end of the bed, gazing at Porco as he kneeled in front of you. The fact that he was still dressed in his light blue button-down, navy tie, and khaki slacks from work made this even hotter, somehow. Porco pushed your panties to the side, moaning when he saw gossamer strings of your slick clinging to the fabric.

Porco dove in, lapping at your clit with his tongue and grunting as you arched your back in pleasure. "Can't believe you think I'd want anyone else when I have the sweetest pussy right here. You taste so fuckin good, baby."

Your mind was blank, devoid of any coherent thoughts except for how fucking amazing your boyfriend was with his tongue. You were in the throes of ecstasy, grabbing at his hair to push his face even closer to you.

Porco removed his lips from your clit, eliciting a whine from you. "Easy there, baby," he said, chuckling. "I'm gonna eat you out; I just wanna finger fuck you too. Is that okay?"

Aroused, you reached for his hand, but Porco tutted, shaking his head at you. "Use your words, babe," he reminded you.

"Porco I need your fingers inside me," you whined. "Need your mouth and your fingers in my pussy."

Porco smirked, a dark glint in his eye. "Can't possibly deny you when you ask me so nicely." He returned to sucking on your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of your opening. "Babe, I can't believe you're so wet for me. I could fuckin drown in your pretty little cunt."

You gasped, feeling a warmth in your belly. You felt like you were about to burst, and Porco could sense it too. "Come for me, baby," Porco encouraged you, fingering your clit. "Make a fuckin' mess on my face."

Before you knew it, you were cumming, coating Porco's face with your wetness. Porco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, moaning happily as he licked his fingers.

"Let me return the favor," you offered, your gaze focused on the way Porco's erection strained in his pants.

"Nah, not this time," Porco refused. "This is all about you, baby."

You softened you gaze, beaming at your boyfriend. You truly did adore this man.

"Be a good girl, lose the panties, and lie on your stomach," Porco instructed as he unbuckled his belt. "Get that pretty ass of yours in the air for me."

You quickly obeyed, tossing your underwear onto the floor and lying face down on the bed, sticking your ass in the air. Porco hummed appreciatively, rubbing your butt cheeks in his hand and lightly biting at the skin before soothing the pain with his kisses. "Can't believe this amazing ass is all mine."

He got up from the floor, retrieving a condom from his bedside table to slide over his dick. You scooched farther up on the bed to give him more room, and the two of you moaned in unison as Porco pushed himself into your entrance. Porco had an average-sized cock, but what he lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth.

Porco growled as your cunt clenched around his length. "Fuckin love the way your pussy feels around me. So warm and so damn tight."

Porco pulled out of you and slammed back in, making you see stars. He pumped in and out, snapping his hips and muttering praises in your ears the entire time. You tightly gripped the sheets, feeling your body light up in pleasure every time the tip of his dick grazed that special spot that made your toes curl.

"Are you close?" Porco asked as you writhed under him. You hummed affirmatively, unable to form words anymore. "Me too. Play with your clit for me, baby. Let's cum together."

You rubbed at your clit, feeling a second orgasm about to wash over you. You came with a yelp, feeling Porco's cock spasm inside you as he spilled his seed into the condom, moaning your name. He tossed the used condom in the wastebasket next to his bedside table, and then two of you laid in bed for a few minutes, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

"Porco...thank you. I needed that," you admitted, lovingly squeezing Porco's hand.

Porco tenderly looked at you, softly pecking your lips. "Of course, baby. You know I always want to make you feel good. And I hope me blowing your back out is proof that I actually think you're hot."

Your mouth dropped open. "Porco Galliard!" you shouted, playfully hitting him in the shoulder.

Porco snickered, but his face soon softened. "Seriously though, I'm glad I could give you what you needed. You know I love you so much, even on your bad-brain days."

You felt a warmth in your chest. Porco could be cocky, sarcastic, and crass, but he had the biggest heart. You were overwhelmed with love for this man who had been by your side through years of highs and lows, who always encouraged you and looked at you like you hung the moon in the sky.

"I love you so much, baby," you said, nuzzling into Porco's chest. He kissed the top of your head and tightened his grip around you.

"Hey babe?" you asked after a few minutes, wiggling a little in Porco's grip.

Porco cocked an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're ready for round two already. I mean I'm down, but let a man take a shower first."

You good-naturedly rolled your eyes at him. "No, you dingus, I just have to pee."

"And they say romance is dead," Porco quipped, loosening his grip so you could get up and use the bathroom.

"Okay, mister drama king," you playfully replied. "Cut the sass and maybe I'll help you get cleaned up." You waggled your ass at him before disappearing into the bathroom.

Porco grinned, fondly gazing at you even while you were on the toilet. "You're incredible, you know that? I can't want to marry your ass someday."

You chuckled. Just Porco, being Porco - and you loved him for it.

[ouroborosorder]

Should I read the 100 Girlfriend Mamga? I've heard it's trashy, and as a rule I normally shy away from Harem stuff, but every panel I've seen from it is so goddamn funny...

it is profoundly trash. It is the Highest eschalon of trash. It’s the Mona Lisa of hot garbage. If you are the sort of person who thinks “I have heard this thing is kinda trashy” and marks that as a point of concern, 100 GF is not for you. 100 GF is for the people who hears “kinda trashy” and starts putting on their finest dumpster diving suit. And boy is it worth it.

it is a masterpiece of writing, because balancing its unreasonably massive cast is literally one of the single most impossible endeavors a mangaka could undertake, and it actually manages to pull it off. Each character is well-developed, with their own dynamics, not just with Rentaro, but with their other girlfriends, each of them bouncing off each other in a way that feels really natural and charming. It’s also a comedic fucking genius. I think “DJ No Smoking Before 20” is the second hardest any manga has ever made me laugh. (second only to Witch Watch’s death game chapter)

As a romcom/harem, it actually manages to pull off the massive dating pool because Rentarou is an impossibly perfect boyfriend. Most harem manga suck ass because it’s women throwing themselves at a guy who doesn’t want to date them. but 100 GF is magic because Rentaro fucking loves every one of his girlfriends. And there is never a single doubt, even once, if the girls should be dating him. He is the best boyfriend in the entire universe, and he loves all of them so very much.

It also has a teenage boy dating one of his girlfriends’ mother, another one of his girlfriends’ grandma, his own cousin, and two of his teachers. You will be watching one girl regularly get beat with a baseball bat for her own sexual pleasure.

i cannot recommend this manga without 5.6 million asterisks. Your trash tolerance must be at the level where you can stomach the average isekai without wanting to gauge your eyes out. You will have at least one GF whose bit goes too far for your comfort. This is the nature of the beast.

I highly recommend it!!

[avelera]

A few thoughts on writerly endurance, word count, how to increase it and why you might want to

So over the last few months I've had, bar none, the highest word count I've ever produced as a writer over the course of (*checks watch*) 23 years of writing, on and off. This was after a pretty long dry spell brought on, most likely, from stress from current events and playing way too much Sims 4.

No one is more shocked by this than me. Mostly the word count lately has been me just trying to outrun the Doubts that set in if I pause for too long. Let's hope I can stay ahead, because I feel like garbage when I haven't written in a long time. Mostly, I just thank Calliope every day where I've got something to write and the urge doesn't leave me.

But this crazy-ass word count has led to a few people commenting on it so I want to give some scattered, not exactly linear tips on how to reach a longer word count and why you might want to do so as a writer.

1 ) Learning to write more is, in my mind, a matter of endurance with an almost 1-to-1 correlation with the sort of training one would do to become a long distance runner. No one is born with the ability. It takes practice. Expecting to be able to do it without practice is as ridiculous as expecting to be able to sit down at the piano if you've never played it before and bang out a tune. Be gentle with yourself.

2 ) The incentive to learning to increase your word count is to learn how to cut and edit more viciously. Which sounds odd. And I actually don't recommend deleting what you write, I recommend a discard document even for phrases as small as half a sentence, because you never know when you got it right the first time and if you (like me) do track word count as an accomplishment, it's good to see how much work you actually did at the end of the day.

3 ) But really, you need* (*if you so choose) to learn how to write 100 words easily, and then 1,000 words, and then 10,000 words because at some point, you might realize your story has gone off track and hit a wall and the only way to fix it is to go back 50 words, or 500 words, or 5,000 words and if you nearly killed yourself to write that much, you might be reluctant to remove it (to your discard doc), even if failing to do so will mean the whole story dies. The less effort it takes to write a lot, the more likely (if you're like me) that you'll be able remove the things that need to be removed without getting too possessive of them because they were so hard to write in the first place.

4 ) Now, the one reason to not just increase word count for the sake of word count is that short pieces actually, pound for pound, tend to get more attention because they represent less of a commitment for an audience. Long fics might have more comments, but if you broke down word count-to-feedback ratio, most one shots do a lot better. So don't negatively compare a short fic to a long fic just because it has more comments. Short fics and one shots can be very rewarding. But, as said in point 3, learning to write a lot means you can be more precise with removing extra stuff. For me, at least, writing something short is harder and takes a lot longer than writing something long. Even this post would probably be more successful if I could boil it down to a few bullet points, but that would take 10x more time and energy for me than just writing my thoughts out linearly without boiling them down to the most salient points.

5 ) For me, learning to write a lot had a lot to do with learning to trust my initial instincts. I've heard runners say the hardest part of learning to run was learning to stop stopping themselves. They said their own bodies held them back until they trained themselves to work with their bodies. I think writing is similar.

We have our internal editor, many people have heard of that, the voice that tries to edit a piece before it's done. That's worth noting if you haven't heard of it: don't try to edit while you're writing. Editing is for when your story or at least your chapter draft is done. Because you can't really see what needs to be fixed until you have the whole picture before you. It's like trying to color in the lines before you've actually drawn the lines of a picture.

But also consider this: you're not going to learn to write better than you already have in the .5 seconds while you're thinking about what to say next. Go with your first instincts. You've been reading, watching, and otherwise consuming stories for most of your life. You've been writing for some significant period of it too. You know everything you need to know, that you can possibly know to write the story in front of you right now. That's not going to change if you agonize over that next sentence for hours or weeks. You're not going to get better in that time without actually writing. And if you do, most likely you'll want to write something else because your interests and skills will have shifted and the story in front of you will die in that time. The best way to get better? Write and finish the story in front of you. There really is no comparison.

So the best thing you can do is write the next line that first appears in your head. Don't doubt yourself. Your brain knows what it's doing. Trust yourself. You know what comes next. And maybe you'll get to the end and realize it wasn't the right line. Well, then you can edit and fix it. And you'll have a much clearer idea of how to do that, of what needs to change at the end than you'll ever have in the moment. In the moment you need to stop fighting your own body and brain. Trust yourself. You know how to tell a story. You know what the next line will be if you just listen and don't edit it before it exists.

6 ) It's going to take practice. But writing 50 kind a crappy 100 word drabbles in under 15 minutes is going to teach you a lot more than staring at the blank document of your magnum opus novel that you haven't written a word for. Particularly, writing that many drabbles is going to help you with point 5: trusting yourself to know what the next sentences will be.

7 ) Don't bite off more than you can chew. If writing 100 words exhausts you, don't plot out a 100,000 word story. You're not there yet. You're training for a 5k and that's a marathon. You need to build to it and you need to be gentle with yourself about the fact that 100,000 words is a serious amount of effort and it would be as absurd to expect of yourself as expecting someone working up to a 5k to run a marathon without training first. Doesn't mean you shouldn't run every day though, or run when you can.

8 ) Random note but: stop checking your word count while you're writing. Check the word count when the section is done. I've stopped checking word count unless I'm looking to see how close I am to having a chapter's worth of content ready to post, I don't check it mid-scene anymore, only when I feel I've got something to share. I think it helps with both avoiding discouragement and feeling like you're "done" before you've actually finished anything and then resting on your laurels.

[elysiaheaven]

Hi! I was hoping you could recommend some songs for your Jiaoqiu fic. I wanted to make a playlist in Youtube. If you don't mind!

It was honestly one of the saddest fic I ever read. The entire beheading part was so uncomfortably well-written!

And the sewing part, absolutely was so dark yet sad. Y/n's backstory was so sad. Wanting to travel planets only to be give some-ass background story by some foxian god, who just ruined other lives because he was alone. Only to try to protect the village she really grew to care about to be turned into fucking statues because of a insecure god.

Overall, I honestly don't like female reader, especially the tragic ones. But, This one felt so real with the breakdowns. Really wanted to give a hug for her!

Also, Y/n's character was so beautifully scary. The recipe for Borisin chapter? and then when Jiaoqiu cooked her that. Her reactions were so yandere-scary. It was so thrilling tho! Chapter 1 spooked the hell out of me. I mean those statues descriptions! It was a dream. I was so glad...

Honestly, this y/n was so similar yet a new turn for me Honestly each description felt so real to read.... I def love how your Jiaoqiu version. It showed his serious side more than his playful one. The way you wrote for the few chapters of him being so uncomfortable felt like real..? I was kinda angry at her. But at the same time, Y/n notices them and slowly moves away. yet, only takes action if he starts it.

Moze was so cute in this book. Feixiao was so well too! You made sure to show contrast between Moze's care and Feixiao!

Moze always lurks in the shadows, So he was able to figure out about her being somewhat innocent. I was also glad you didn't show him as a love interest! I mean since y/n was Jiaoqiu's wife... It's a wife reader. So Thank you for that!

Feixiao tried to solve everything, yet kept an eye on you. Felt really happy that you showed how much she cares!

Yunli and Bailu were so cute with y/n!

Honestly, y/n's self deprivation was too relatable for me, I mean the way she cried and the breakdowns felt so real. Maybe I saw myself in this y/n so maybe that's why I didn't hate this one! The way Jiaoqiu/ everyone comforted her was just... Top tier.

The lines- something like- "You really are the goddess of betrayal! You betray your feelings to be useful/ trying to make others happy by giving yourself slowly.." This is entirely y/n's character.. I thought the love was gonna be so rushed, It didn't at all! You actually gave reasons on how he could have loved her before knowing how she was. Not those fics like, 'he only started to love her when he learned who she was'. He really started to care before itself. It was really....

Also Fuck Hoolay? He literally pulled a 'make you suffer down with me'

In all, Thank you! This fic was so wonderful......

Honestly thank you.

Thanking you,

Some person <3

seeing how you like- noticed a lot of things and took time to write such a... message makes me really happy.. The intent of the beheading part was the original ending.. I felt like it would make the fic so much bad and considering after 2.5 Jiaoqiu became such a comfort character for me.. Plus, this y/n grew on me!! I THINK I REALLY DID SOMETHING HUH? I MEAN YOU SAY YOU DONT LIKE FEMALE BUT MINE WAS GOOD?? YAY!!! The breakdowns was easily hard. Had to imagine a lot for those...

Chapter 1 is to scare off people from the fic, since they wont read my garbage.

Hehe the borisin one was to scare too! I really didnt like writing those but haha- my friend was crazy!

About the jiaoqiu version thanks for understanding! i thought ppl will say i made him wrong because he really seems like a serious guy when a threat comes up! thinking both ways. he can act out I loved working on Jiaoqiu’s development, too! I wanted to show how, even though he’s someone who struggles with his feelings, he starts caring for Y/n early on, without it feeling rushed or shallow. It’s not that sudden “I love you because I pity you” trope — his feelings are much deeper, rooted in respect and admiration that grow naturally over time. At least I hope I did!

SAME THOUGHTS THE REASON WHY I EVEN CHOSE HIM AS A SOFTER IN THIS IS BECAUSE OF THAT still he was cold but he didnt show his anger on her because he saw her crying. Feixiao was correct too! Shes a general and would def see if theres so many ways to save jiaoqiu from a spirit! I totally understand the frustration towards her self-deprivation. Writing that aspect of her, where she’s constantly trying to please everyone at her own expense, was painful but necessary to build her character. That line you mentioned, “You really are the goddess of betrayal…,” it was the reason even addressed her as the betrayal goddess I'm really sorry if it made you feel like understanding i get it it must be hard! but pls the entire message was not to sacrifice yourself you are you and theres ppl who love you! I really wanna thank for you this message...

Also yeah! you can make it as a playlist and send me a link once you post it! ill be happy to see...! im glad to see ppl like this...really worked my ass off

and for the songs pls dont be anonymous dm me ill answer u! heeheheh <3

[stratossphere]

“relaxing” | j.k

you and johnny try to unwind and watch a movie together, but you just can’t help yourselves.

warnings: light mentions of smoking, basically porn without plot, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, oral (f. receiving), enough pet names to kill a man

word count: 4.3k

tags: @asskickedbygirl @kristinee (lmk if you want to be added!)

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With cigarette and weed smoke in the air, things were going good. Johnny was staying over for the weekend due to the fact that you’d all been given time off for a little while while Jeff Tremaine figured out what the hell he actually wanted to do with the footage you’d been getting on and off while filming for the other projects that were going on outside of Jackass, and it was late evening after you’d spent most of the day just doing...nothing.

You both were currently in your bed watching some garbage movie that Bam had recommended (his recommendations were more gothic romance movies than you could stomach), and had spent the last hour or so laughing at just how bad the movie was while being tangled up together with an ashtray on Johnny's chest and a cigarette between his lips while a joint rested between yours. Kind of romantic, in your opinion.

"She doesn't even look like she's having fun." Johnny snickered at the sex scene that was currently blaring throughout your room, the actress on the screen clearly trying to look mysterious but instead ending up with a constipated-esque face in the process. You laughed.

"Some people look like that when they're getting fucked, PJ." You pointed out, picturing a lot of bad sex faces that you’d seen in your lifetime. Him included, at times. "You never know, she could be getting it up the ass right now and you just can't tell."

"You don't make that face when you take it up the ass." Johnny commented, his laugh following soon after as you lifted your head off of his shoulder to give him a dirty look. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and blew smoke into the air before holding up a hand in defense. "What? I'm not lying."

"Stop talking about me taking it up the ass. I'm trying to relax." You grumbled, taking another hit off your joint and leaning over to blow smoke towards his face just to fuck with him. He made a face, waving the smoke clear and then putting his cigarette butt out in the ashtray.

"I'm trying to relax too, sweetheart. Tryin' to get real relaxed, if you know what I mean." He crooned, turning slightly on his side and setting down the ashtray behind you on the nightstand so that he could shove his face into your neck. You giggled as you reached over to set your joint down in the ashtray next to his cigarette, turning back to him afterwards and wrapping an arm around his head to hold him tighter against you with your fingers in his hair.

"Bam's vampire movie is making you horny?" You teased, carding your fingers through his hair and listening to his satisfied hum.

"Can't help it. The sex faces are making me think of you getting it up the ass." If he was looking to get some, constantly talking about you getting it up the ass was sure as hell not the way to do it. You turned slightly so that you were on your side facing him, taking one arm and draping it over his side as you used your other hand to tilt his chin up towards you.

"You're not funny, you know that?" You tsked, not able to bite back your smile in the face of his wide grin. He leaned up to press a slow, suggestive kiss to your lips, his tongue just swiping the inside of your mouth before he was pulling away to look at you.

"Then why're you smiling, love bug?" He pointed out with a smirk, sliding his hand up the arm that was resting over his side and then moving his hand to press you closer to him by the small of your back. You tried not to, but you could help but smile even harder.

"Shut up. I'm thinking about things." You protested, giving him another kiss that lasted longer this time. As you kissed, Johnny's hand slid down to your ass, and then he was groping and massaging as he lifted his head over yours to deepen the kiss.

"Oh yeah? What about?" He hummed against your lips, his hand on your ass pushing slightly until you were on your back while he continued to rest on his side. His voice had gone lower than it had been a few minutes ago, and by that point you knew that the movie you were watching was about to be completely forgotten. You cupped his cheek with one hand while you moved your other arm to slide under his head as he shifted so that your side was pressed right up against his chest.

"How handsome you are. How your dick tastes..." You trailed off with a coy grin on your face, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as his hand paused on your lower stomach just under the material of his old shirt that he'd let you borrow (with the promise of taking it off of you later, of course), feeling a spark igniting between your legs as he let out a soft groan.

"You're gonna get me all ready to go if you keep talking like that." He pulled your lip between his teeth as soon as you let it go from your own just as he finally moved his fingers to your clit over the fabric of your underwear, rubbing softly as he kept his eyes on you. When you let out a soft moan, he released your lip and kissed over it. "You tryin' to get fucked, dollface?"

"Please." You tried to sound casual, but you couldn't help the way your voice came out slightly strained as he continued to rub slow, pressurized circles on your clit. As you pulled the shirt over your head, impatience beginning to take over, he pressed a kiss to your neck, and then to your shoulder, sucking softly each time he did so. You could barely move away enough to toss the shirt over the side of the bed with him attached to your skin.

"You beg like such a good girl, you know that?" He cooed, pulling your leg that was closest to him over his hip so that you were more open to him. You used your hand that was under his head to thread your fingers into his hair, purposely pulling harder than you usually would because you weren’t a fan of being told you were 'begging'. He chuckled. "Don't be like that."

"Quit talking during the movie." You responded dryly, softening your pulling on his hair slightly but not completely taking his hand away. His fingers were moving painfully slowly on your clit, and your heart felt like it was in your throat at the feeling of his hard-on pressed up against your hip. He nipped harshly at the skin of your shoulder, but for once shut his mouth.

His lips fell back to yours as his hand moved away from your clit, pushing his hand down into your underwear and then resuming his ministrations without fabric blocking his fingers. Your free hand quickly worked to get them off then, wanting more than what he was giving you and shifting your hips up uncomfortably to get it.

Johnny took the hint, pulling his boxers down just far enough to where he was able to pull his cock free and groaning as his hand made contact. You could see that he was painfully hard and dripping (in less than five minutes of making out, admirably), and he stroked himself a few times as his lips stayed at your shoulder.

"Stay just like you are, baby." He crooned as he lined himself up, the hand that had been working at your clit shifting to press your other leg further open as he slowly pushed himself in. You gasped, your back arching slightly as he slowly filled you up until his hips made contact with your ass. With both hands now free, Johnny slid one arm underneath your back so that he could wrap it around you, his fingers pressing into your hip while his free hand pulled at your leg that he had moved over him.

"PJ." You whined, half in pleasure and half at how slow and gentle he was being. Sure, gentle was nice in the beginning, but it wasn't as if you hadn't been fucking just a few hours before. You could handle it. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his lips wet and sloppy as he licked at your skin just slightly.

"Be patient. Let me take my time with you." He mumbled in your ear, his lips moving from your cheek to the shell of your ear as he began to pull his hips back before thrusting into you slowly again. Another soft gasp pulled involuntarily from you, and you tilted your head so that you could kiss him again. His kisses continued with his sloppy pace; all tongue and teeth as he started to slowly rock his hips into you at an organized pace.

Steady waves of pleasure rolled through you as he groaned into your mouth, the hand that had been on your hip slowly skating up your side before his fingers found your nipple to rub over it with the tips of his long fingers. The added stimulation jolted through you, and your fingers pulled at his hair once more, this time subconsciously as your forehead fell to his when you lost your rhythm and couldn't kiss him anymore.

"That feel good, baby? I can feel you squeezin' me." Johnny cooed in your ear then, pulling your leg a little further over his hip as he continued to split you open with his cock. He was slowly picking up the pace of his hips now, and with every thrust the sound of skin hitting skin got louder and louder. It was nice when you didn't have people staying over for once and could be as loud as you wanted without hearing it for two weeks afterward from everyone else. "Tell me what you want."

"Just keep—keep talking." You stuttered through a moan, a strangled whine pulling from your throat when he let his fingernails graze your overly-sensitive nipple just slightly before he was taking a handful of your tit and squeezing harshly. He chuckled lowly, his lips grazing against your cheek.

"You like knowin' how well you take it? How good you are for me?" His words came out slightly condescending, and you knew there was a smirk on his face without looking due to the mockingly sweet coo of his words, but all you could do was moan in response. His cock hitting deep inside you over and over again gave no room for fully-formed thoughts to enter your brain. Johnny could clearly tell, because his hand suddenly moved from your tits up to your throat, long fingers wrapping around firmly as he pressed a kiss to the edge of your jaw. "Answer me."

"Yeah, baby. Yeah." You gasped out messily, one hand coming up to circle his wrist as a particularly-harsh thrust of his hips caused you to yelp in ecstasy. You could feel your climax building, and you knew that he could tell just as easily, because he seemed to be fucking you towards it with no concern left towards 'taking his time' with you.

"Aw, am I fuckin' you stupid, dollface?" He crooned, nipping not-so-gently at the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder as he continued to slam into you. You let out a cry, your nails cementing themselves in his skin as your hips continued to roll along with his thrusts in ecstasy. "Can't even answer right when I talk to you?"

You just moaned again, feeling your legs starting to shake as you did your best to keep from cumming right then and there. You could only last for so long when he started talking like that.

Johnny could clearly tell you were getting close, because he took his hand from your throat and placed it on your knee before pulling your leg further open, stretching your muscles but also allowing his cock to hit deeper inside you as he groaned at the feeling. Your nails dug even deeper into his arm as his thrusts pulled a wanton moan out of you that was sure to give the neighbors a nice alert as to what you were doing, but Johnny didn't seem to care. In fact, it felt as if he was specifically pistoning his hips in order to fuck that one spot inside you that essentially controlled the pitch of your voice.

"PJ. Slow down. I can't—" You couldn't form a complete enough sentence to let him know that you were about five seconds from cumming, and it didn't help that his hand had returned to your throat after stretching your leg. His grip wasn't tight, but it was firm, and your vision felt like it was starting to swim at the pleasure of both his cock in you and the pressure on your throat that was blocking your air.

"Shh. You're doing such a good job, sweetheart. Whenever you're ready." Johnny cooed in your ear in response to your pleading, his index finger lifting to tilt your chin so that you were facing him before he was catching you in a sloppy, fucked-out kiss. He then moaned into your mouth, fingers tightening around your throat just slightly. "Fuck, you feel so good. You're so fucking perfect."

Your whines of desperation were strained and quieted by his hold on your throat, but still audible as your free hand ripped at the sheets, trying to find some sense of stability as you felt your orgasm on the edge of crashing over you. You broke your kiss as your head pushed back against your pillow, moaning Johnny's name before you were cumming, the feeling of his cock slamming into you over and over again relentlessly only spurring on blinding pleasure as your back arched off the bed.

"Yeah, that's right. Tell me how good you're getting fucked." Johnny cooed in your ear, pace not ceasing even despite the fact that your cries had gone completely soundless due to how hoarse your throat was. He was chasing his own high by that point, and the thought of your overstimulation was clearly not a thought in his head as he continued to roll his hips harshly. You whimpered, digging your nails deeply into his wrist where your hand was still wrapped around it, and he tutted. "Don't whine, gorgeous. You can take it."

You didn't know if that was an accurate statement, but you fought through the shaking of your legs and the aching of your cervix for that low crooned tone, your whole body feeling as if it was igniting with fire with every slide of his cock inside of you.

"Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you in me." You found enough strength to word actual sentences when Johnny's grip loosened and basically dropped from your throat due to his own distraction, your shaking fingers carding through his hair as you urged him to look at you where his eyes had fallen closed.

He full on, no-holds-barred, moaned then, his voice raising to a pitch that you didn't hear often as he dipped his head to kiss you sloppily, the kiss all tongue and teeth as he continued to moan with each thrust of his hips.

Your name fell in a groan from his lips when you finally felt his hips stutter and then his release spill inside of you, his grip going impossibly tight on your hip where his arm was still around you. He gasped and groaned with every shallow, post-climax thrust until he finally slowed to a stop, his head dropping where your fingers were still in his hair.

"Fuckin' shit." He mumbled through the sound of your joint gasping for breath, slowly pulling out of you before lying down completely at your side with his arm still wrapped around your hips. His free hand then dropped where it had been resting at the hollow of your throat, wrapping around you with his other arm until he was hugging himself against you. "You should really learn to think about your neighbors, sweetheart."

"Shut up, PJ." You groaned breathlessly, reaching up a shaking hand to press it lazily over his mouth where he was snickering. He instead pressed a kiss to your palm before gently peeling your hand away, blissed out eyes on yours. You couldn't lament enough on how incredibly, deliciously hot he looked post-fuck.

"Oh, yeah. Keep whinin' for me baby. I love the sound of your pretty little voice." He cooed, kissing you gently just as you pushed your fingers through his slightly-sweaty hair. You hummed into the kiss, letting him slip just a bit of his tongue as he devoured you with every slide of his lips against yours.

With the bitter tang of mixed cigarette and weed smoke still in the air mixed with the thick scent of sex, you continued to kiss as you slowly deepened the kiss more and more. You couldn't help but want him again. And again. And again.

And Johnny must've been thinking the same thing, because before long he was breaking the kiss, and then his eyes were on yours as he began to kiss down your neck and towards your chest. You whined softly with every tongue-filled kiss descending down your sternum, your fingers pulling gently at his hair while you waited impatiently for him to move a little faster.

"PJ. I need it." You breathed softly as his tongue teased gently at the soft skin of your lower stomach. He hummed out a low chuckle, lust-darkened eyes once again flitting up to yours where they'd fallen closed at the pleasure of his own game that he was so clearly playing with you. You could barely contain yourself when his teeth found the material of your underwear and he began to pull them down with just his mouth before getting them the rest of the way off your extended legs with nimble fingers.

"You never know how to wait, do you, baby? Always gotta rush everything." He cooed condescendingly, hands rubbing at your hips where they had moved to hold them. "Fuck, you look so good with my cum spillin' out of you."

This man was going to be the death of you.

Once again, all you could do was whine, because you were impatient and still a little fucked out from your last orgasm, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, you could see the way his eyes lit up just a bit more at the sound of your voice.

"Think you can handle me eating this pretty pussy, gorgeous?" Like he even had to ask. You felt your breath catch in your throat, because that was an offer you certainly couldn't refuse, before your fingers in his hair helped to push his head down a little further. He chuckled. "That's what I thought."

Then, in an image that would be burned into your brain for the rest of your life, Johnny was licking a long, heavy stripe up your pussy, cleaning up his cum that had started to spill out of you in the process. You moaned loudly (not caring about your neighbors, true to his words), your grip tightening in his hair by tenfold and pulling a groan from deep in his chest at the feeling. Johnny was nothing if not a whore for having his hair pulled.

"Don't tease, PJ." If you hadn't been so desperate and fucked-out, you would've been a little pissed at the games he liked to play. His eyes only sparked with mischief as he just barely kitten-licked at your clit, igniting your nerves but not quite satiating the burning need that he had created between your legs with each one of his suggestive kisses and straying hands. He then stopped completely, his head lifting up.

"Stop whining and let me enjoy my fuckin' meal." His tone suddenly gained a harsh weight, and you felt an entirely new wave of arousal shoot through you as his demanding voice. You shut up then, opening your legs a little further for him as one of his hands smoothed over your thigh. You were going to get him back for this at some point.

He began his small, gentle licks at your clit again, his tongue just barely dragging in small circles over your extremely-sensitive nerves as he, as always, watched you with eyes that hungered for a reaction. And a reaction you were giving, with small moans that were a mix of reaction from the (still effective) swirl of his tongue on your clit and the impatience of wanting to press his head down until his face was buried in your pussy like you knew he liked. Patience was a hard virtue to harness.

Finally, after what seemed like forever of him teasing you so badly that you were practically shaking in hysteric anticipation, both of his large hands were suddenly pressed down onto your hips to hold you against the mattress. Where you’d been moaning softly, your voice went stagnant as you froze, and then he was eating your pussy with a newfound vigor, tongue swirling around your clit eagerly while his lips began to suck at the same time.

Your hips arched off the bed at the sudden overwhelming pleasure, a moan akin to one you would hear in a cheesy, over-dramatic porno falling from your lips as one of your feet pushed against his ribs while you tried to grapple with the pleasure coursing through your body. At that moment, every evil thought of retaliation was disintegrated in your head as you rolled your hips against his mouth, your voice quickly growing hoarse with every moan and whimper that he pulled from you with the simple movement of his tongue.

"S' so much, PJ. I can't—you gotta—" You couldn't even voice what you were trying to tell him, nor did you really know what you were trying to tell him, but it did nothing to stop his ruthless attack on your senses, his mouth only sucking more adamantly at your clit because he knew it was going to make you cum faster and harder. Johnny knew what he was doing, and no amount of your begging was going to get him to slow down.

"Shh. Just lay back and stay pretty up there, dollface." He crooned, breaking away only long enough to utter those words before he was going right back to it, his tongue breaking away from your clit every-so-often to just barely dip inside you before licking up your pussy and back to your clit once more.

It felt so good that your head was spinning and your vision was going fuzzy, and judging by how hard you were (unconsciously) pulling at his hair, he was probably going to be complaining about a sore scalp by the next morning. You couldn't have found it in you to care if you’d tried.

As you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer, your legs were starting to shake more than you could control enough to hide it, and your loud moans had turned into soundless gasps and ragged breathing due to the fact that you could no longer make your body work enough to make a single sound. Tears were forming in your eyes, and you realized that you probably sounded a bit like you were hyperventilating as you ground your hips shamelessly against his mouth in an effort to chase your own high.

When you finally came, you couldn't even lift your head enough to give him any sort of sign that you had hit your climax, only able to give in to your body's reaction to arch your back harshly off the bed. You pulled right out of his grip on your hips with the strength of your orgasm, and you distantly heard his chuckle of satisfaction as you panted your way through the intense waves of pleasure coursing through every single nerve in your body as Johnny continued to suck and lick throughout your high.

As soon as you started to come back down, you were immediately pushing his head away, so spent and overworked by the power of your orgasm that you couldn't stomach the thought of any more stimulation at that point. Your eyes were closed and your body limp, chest heaving with every breath as you tried to find feeling in your extremities once again. No matter what changed or what happened between the two of you, once thing was for certain; if Johnny Knoxville did anything, he did it the best.

"What do you need, sweetheart? It wasn't too much, was it?" Johnny fretted, the mattress dipping slightly as he moved off you to cup your face in his hands. You probably looked a little dead with your legs still open limply on either side of you and your arm stretched out where your hand was still fisted in the mattress, so you opened your eyes just enough to assure him that you hadn't passed out.

"Just you." You mumbled softly, watching his worried look quickly fade into a lovesick one as his thumb brushed across your cheek where he was essentially kneeled over you. "Fuck, I'm tired."

"Really? I can't get you anything else?" His voice still seemed a little concerned, but you could tell he was amused by your sudden lack of energy as he relaxed a little bit and slowly settled back next to you in bed. You let out a soft sigh, turning your head onto his shoulder as his hand skated gently up your arm.

"I'll take a fucking cigarette, if you're offering."

[alymccart]

Hello! Could you possibly give a humble peasant like me some anatomy advice? The way you draw bodies and hands is just *chef's kiss* ;w;

I wish I had an easy answer for this... but for me what helped a ton was drawing A LOT. I've been working on this skill seriously for probably 25 years at this point. I am my own worst critic and know I have so much I can improve upon. VERY IMPORTANT, drawing from life (or photographs/video stills/screenshots/etc, *not tracing, photography distorts shapes*) has got to be my number 1 suggestion for how to get better with anatomy and drawing in general. Since it's hard to get out and do that a lot, my back up is photos. I particularly like finding photos and videos of athletes mid-motion because they are far more dynamic than staged photography). The studio classes I attended in college where we spent 6 hours just drawing models over and over again were a slog to get through, but the skills honed in them were invaluable.

I've gotten to the point where I can sorta fake it and come up with anatomy from my head, but I always try to find some kind of reference to back up my mental creation. REFERENCE is KEY. It is so so so important. There is no shame in using it, and I don't see the point in making a huge deal about *not* using it. That was a pervasive thing floating around back when I was active on deviantART a long time ago and it was not good.

Another thing to consider paying close attention to with regards to reference is drawing what you see, not what you THINK you see. Brains form biases that will interfere with what you're trying to draw. I've flipped references upside down to force my brain to recalculate as I go for this reason.

Any step, no matter how tiny, is a step toward improvement. Even just going out to a park or something and sketching whatever crosses your path is great. Or you could do the same thing on the computer while you watch videos or look at photos. Animals, people, trees, plants, whatever. It'll all help you improve. And don't worry about accuracy at first! Just draw whatever gestures come to mind. Like 99% of it will look like scribbly garbage (it did for me and a lot of my peers) but it does help. Hands, in particular, are really hard. Very early on in my artistic path I realized this and kind of became obsessive about drawing them properly, so I drew a *lot* of hands. Whole sketch pages of just hands. The great thing about hands is that you've got your own! You can just draw the hand in front of you, or take a picture of the gesture you need and use that as reference. Many places will have studios open to the public where you can do model/life drawings (some nude, so if that's a concern, be sure to check first). Some will be free, or you'll have to pay some kind of fee (they need to pay the models). One free online resource that's good is Posemaniacs.com. I highly recommend the 30 second drawing tool, wherein you only have 30 seconds to sketch out the reference before it cycles to a new, random one. The extreme time limit forces your brain into overdrive and it is shocking how quickly you can improve as a result. We did this in school, as well, with live models. They'd just switch up poses every time a timer rang. I could probably go on for hours about this, there's a lot of jumbled thoughts coming to mind, but I think this is a good starting point. Persevere, don't seek perfection, and treat yourself kindly because this is a skill that requires a lot (mentally and physically) to hone and it isn't easy. Every artist has their ups and downs, but I think it's worth the struggle to be able to create. I really hope this helps! Thanks for the ask! A little bonus snippet: Back in high school I was *terrified* of drawing people because I sucked ass at it. I was garbage. Absolutely refused to do it. I drew animals and dragons and gryphons and stuff and when I started angling toward my career I had assumed I would continue in that direction. Nope! Now I'm drawing pretty much nothing but people/humanoids and I love it.

[macfrog]

Could you possibly walk us through your writing process? I’m a beginner writer at best, and I usually jot down snippets in my notes app. I’m not the best at connecting plot lines, and most definitely struggle with writing filler content. I was just wondering how you start out + go through it from there? If not, that’s okay :) I love your work so much <3

absolutely i can. i have been told that my writing process is a little non-linear (read: unhinged), so please bear with me. it’s like a christopher nolan film up in my brain

most of my stories start with just an image or a particular line in my head that i can’t shake – so like, jet was built around a static image of a dingy motel room with two horses stood out front. and from there, i just map everything out.

that initial thought is the main seed, and everything else stems from questions i ask myself (and therefore gotta assume whoever’s reading will also ask). all the what where when who whys etc. and slowly this skeletal structure forms, where the bones are the answers to these questions, and the flesh becomes the story they tell, with as much attention to detail as i can possibly cram in. the devil is in the detail!!!!!

this means, though, that the process is not always linear (for me anyways lol), because depending on which thought/image has sparked inspiration in my brain, i begin writing at diff points of the tale. sometimes i'll start writing the end and go back and fill the beginning in, sometimes i write one scene in full and then jump back and forth to finish the story. it’s back to front, left to right, upside down on its damn head way more often than it’s once upon a time… straight through to happily ever after. i cannot say i recommend this. it becomes confusing and mildly painful when editing.

anyway. yes. using the notes app is also super helpful, keep doing that! it’s great for when inspiration suddenly strikes and you gotta jot it down. good for collecting little moments that you’ll wanna use in fics later on. little snippet notes are great for mulling over a particular idea and developing a story around it. just keep adding adding adding

as for physically writing/pulling a story together: you just have to do it. just get it out. don’t worry about it being good or bad, especially not your first draft. sometimes you gotta let the water run for a bit before it turns clear. just write. i like to hammer a first draft out (usually garbage), and then i pull up a blank second document side by side and redraft by retyping the entire thing. it helps me read it like a first-time reader would, which helps point out things that maybe don’t make sense or could be worded better. helps edit the hell out of it. i LOVE redrafting lmao

my biggest piece of advice is have fun with it. write stories you love, about people you love, and do it for you. and please send in anything you write, so we can all read and love it, too 🩵

(sorry for long ass response. u ask about something max is passionate about and she appears at ur window like the boogeyman)

[delusion-of-negation]

Anti-boredom ask incoming

I have added another item to the list of "media I absolutely love but can't recommend to most people"

New entry is an audiobook series called Welcome to Noobtown. It's LitRPG (basically American video game themed Isekai) about a dude who got isekaied to be the chosen one, except the magic system he gets thrown into is both absurdly complex and kinda poorly designed, and also the gods majorly fucked up when trying to make him the chosen one, so he does have unique and crazy powers but not at all what they intended, and he's actually not even technically the guy they meant to send in. It's a fucking awesome story

...at least, it's awesome once it gets rolling. But it's an absolute garbage fire, just a shit book, for 20 fucking hours of audio. Awesome concept, great execution mostly, but the beginning is just ass, and it's bad for WAY too long for me to recommend anyone try to power through it unless they're REALLY bored

oh no, I am so tempted to suffer this start just to find out more

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[everydaydg]

ok hi i am currently making my way through all of ur recs and its a LOT of music so its probs gonna take me a couple of days . that being said what ive heard so far i REALLY like

wanna start with what id already heard, ofc Daytona USA OST is great, id say my favorite songs from there were either Sky High or Pounding Pavement, very hard choice.... good stuff all around tho to be sure

i listened to a couple of tracks from FL2LT and id say Could Be or Sling Shot are my favs there, i really love how he always does his vocals, that shit always rocks and it really shines here from what ive listened to so far

finally MAN all of Mitsuyoshi's tracks from Sega Rally 2006 absolutely fuck. every track i heard was awesome, especially Temptation of Speed, Iron Bullfight, and Muddi'n Bass, pumpin tracks that sound like a perfect fit for a rally game (really makes me wanna give it a shot... the last time i tried a rally game, Michelin Rally Masters, was also for the soundtrack, but i didnt mesh with it that much. maybe ill like Sega Rally more,,)

ANYWAYS those are my first impressions. ill keep u updated on my listening experience, and thank u for the recs, ive been really enjoying it so far :D

Thank you for checking out my list of stuff!

maan... Daytona is iconic at this point, lovely tunes for an already fantastic game.

Hell yeah I love "could be"! Its one of my favorite tracks from Crackin' DJ Part 2.

I enjoy Sling Shot a whole lot... buuut I do kinda preffer Dennis St. James ngl. Idk I feel his voice fits more Daytona 2 but I would be lying if I said Mitsuyoshi didnt give a great performance.

Sega Rally rocks! Its one of my favorite racing game series, straying away from simulation racing to focus on the joy of drifting arround in a rally course.

2006 is great buuut I highly recommend starting with the original and its sequel!

(Ok this is the start to a random ass ramble about Sega Rally... just skip the next bold text)

Sega Rally '94 was ported to PS2 and Saturn

PS2 is a straight port of the arcade version while saturn has a bit funkiness due to it being a much weaker machine than the Sega Model 2 but its still great tho!

Highly recommend the "Plus Netlink" release because of the 3D analog pad support.

2 was ported to DC and Windows... but both versions are bad.

Long story short: SR2 for DC was built arround the Windows CE support that the Dreamcast had. WinCE support was mainly there to make it so developers had an easy time working with the hardware and little trouble bringing their stuff to PC... problem is, windows CE on DC was crap and was much more limiting than it should have been

(so much so SEGA just gave developers their own simple OS so they didnt have to use CE (Using CE was still an option but... nobody used it))

Visuals are much worse and it runs like straight garbage and PC is just DC but at an acceptable framerate.

Emulating the Model 3 ver is the way to go.

Its a bit of a hurdle but its super worth it imo. Its one of my absolute favorite games.

The feeling of taking a corner is unmatched

(End of Ramble)

Im glad to hear you've been enjoying everything so far!!

Thanks once again for giving it a shot and apologies for the extended thing about windows CE there.

[cosmere-cat]

Russian rock music! My favorite songs

I'm including a couple songs from a few artists I like (spotify links), with a bit of an explanation of what each song is about.

This is a long post so the rest is below the cut if you're interested :)

Going by band/artist!

Секрет (Sekret) - rock and roll, beatles-ish, mostly upbeat but they do have some range. Lots of song that are just fun to sing along to :)

One of my favorite songs from them that is fairly representative of their general sound:

Привет (Privet - meaning: Hello)

This song is about a chance meeting with an old friend on the subway. So catchy! So fun to sing along to! A little bittersweet :)

Here's a song of theirs that has a bit of different sound:

Ночь (Noch - meaning: Night)

This is just a beautiful poem about city nighttime and its many aspects, personified. Very evocative.

Кино (Kino) - more punk/post punk. Mostly sad/melancholic songs with emphasis on lyrics, but the beats are top notch.

Note: I really love this band so I really recommend checking out more of their songs if you like these, they made such good music.

Звезда по имени Солнце (Zbezda pa imeni Solntza - meaning: A Star named the Sun)

The song talks about the way 2000 years pass for a city, with conflict and wars going and returning through the cyclical passage of time.

Лето (Leto - meaning: Summer)

This song sort of talks about everyday life, but mostly negative aspects - bad weather, a long-closed down restaurant, a broken record player - while evoking a melancholic apathy. Depression but with a killer beat.

Земфира (Zemfira) - very punk rock singer. Her vibe is kinda like P!nk maybe? Amazing vocals, pretty modern lyrics (tbf she's started her career in 1998...)

Хочешь? (Khochesh? - meaning: Do you want?)

Song expressing love/adoration - basically "I would do the craziest things for the smallest improvements in your life". Example: do you want me to blow up the stars so they don't bother your sleep? It's a super fun song :)

спид (spid - meaning: AIDS)

In this song the narrator's partner has just found out they have aids. She's thinking about what little future is left for them. It's a pretty hopeless song but it's also kick ass

Машина Времени (Mashina Vremeni)

Звезды Не Ездят в Метро (Zvezdy ne Yezdyat V Metro - meaning: Starts don't take the subway)

Unrequited love or perhaps a chance meeting that never will be. A dichotomy between the hopeful fan on the subway and the discontent music star in his apartment.

Крематорий (Krematorij)

Родео и Джульетта (Romeo and Juliet)

This song is about a dysfunctional relationship. If we ignore all the bad stuff - we were just like Romeo and Juliet! There's an undercurrent of a tragic "it was doomed to fail".

Мусорный ветер (Musornyj veter - meaning: Wind of garbage/Garbage wind)

This song is about pollution :)

Bonus: not really rock but this song just makes me so emotional and is part of the inspiration for this post

Aquarium

25 к 10 (25 to 10)

This one is kind of a ballad (i think? not very good with music genres). It's about accepting your life and not regretting it. Being unapologetically yourself. Honestly makes me emotional evry tim

And.. I've hit audio limit for this post. I didn't even know that was a thing. Anyway I hope anyone seeing this post enjoys some of these songs and maybe check out other songs by these artists if you like them :)

[ghost-skull-trash]

Within this hell, tear out your heart to survive.

Within the rusting hell that was the Hadal Blacksite, An inventor waits for their friend to return safely, they wait and wait but… they haven’t returned. Now they journey through hell to find them, meeting those who want them dead along the way. Happiness has to be fought for after all.

So with some of my friends encouraging me to try and put some of my fics here! This one came to mind JUST as I was about to fall asleep, thus its very messy, hell I expect like three people to even see this so don't expect the next house of leaves, OK? Anywho I hope you enjoy! :D

The only clock in the room was broken, a mess of components and broken black plastic, picked clean of what’s useful and what left to gather dust, like the rest of this hellish site. .

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Rain held her stomach in pain, hunger pangs  making every breath feel like torture, her eyes were dull, staring into nothing, too exhausted to focus on anything in her makeshift room, sitting below her “bed” the fairy lights gave a soft glow, illuminating her thick dark hair, partially kept up in a half-assed bun and making her dull orange gorka pop out from the shadows.

In Front of her sat a cup of self heating noodles boiling away, having to restrain herself from eating them raw and risking a myriad of illnesses.

the only clock broken she counted down in her head when she could eat, she felt it kept herself sane, but that’s hard to prove when you find yourself rambling for hours on end to nobody and not even realising you're doing it until your throat is red and hoarse.

Distant gunshots and the facility groaning with the noises of death made her nauseous and worried… worried about getting hunted down by her employers or some poor sod they sent in their place… or they would end up hurting her partner, SEVER who was still out trying to find supplies or some way to get the both of them out of this iron coffin.

SEVER was the only thing keeping her going at this point, early on she would've laid down and let the cold metal be her grave, being her last thoughts be that of the warm grass of home, or her late father, but SEVER was too kind, they stuck by her even on her worse days, before she re-grew her heart and chose to care again and to show her love, asking her quizzically about her large collection of movies and music, being intrigued by her stories of home and dancing with her on those lonely nights, it made this box feel like home.

Rain slowly ate the oily noodles, little clumps of chicken floating in the lightly chilli flavoured broth… normally she wouldn’t even eat this even as a dare, but when you are slowly wasting away with the risk of starvation to boot, it made them palatable … she would rather eat expired lasagne mre’s though…

The only entrance to the room was a partial crushed door or as an emergency, the site spanning ventilation shafts, on the day the site went into chaos something crashed into the door just as it was about to close, jamming it inwards and leaving only a small gap to crawl through, even still that gap is mostly hidden with boxes or shelves whenever SEVER goes out on a supply run.

Crunched the empty cup under her boot, sitting at her desk and reading through whatever she could, files, instructions manuals , anything, that if she and sever got out of here she could use it as blackmail or evidence against this hell.

Picking up a book from one of the many piles of junk and garbage that made up her room, she gave it a look over, it was a maroon coloured book detailing recommended purchases for the site, such as canteen supplies, vending machine stocking and printer ink, it goes of this tediously detailing the history of when such orders started, any interest on potential suppliers and cost reduction.. It was 637 pages of near microscopic records and mind numbing drivel, even when it was describing how an employee was crushed flat like a pancake, bones to powder from a dropped shipping container made Rain yawn in boredom.

It was hard to focus, she always found it hard to focus but now it feels impossible, like she is chasing after one letter at a time before the word makes sense, closing the manual and ripping up the empty noodle cup, she used a dry bit as a bookmark and tossing it back into the pile.

Sitting back on the floor at the foot of her bed her mind once again wandered, thinking of everything she made in this hell.. one such mistake was a robot, the Z-809 Casket, originally tasked with smaller mineral collection, to pick up debris from larger automatons latter used instead to find convicts trying to escape, whether barely alive or dead, the robot would pick them up and shove it into its compartments, limbs often sticking out, sometimes moving, sometimes accompanied by screams.

Another machine she made was the Z-730 The MacroMiner. A bacteriophage styled automaton suited for high pressure exploration and building, with a specialised compartment in its chest designed to be able to be filled with supplies to then walk along the seabed to its destination.

Rain had a plan to implement a back door into its code so she could utilise them for sabotage against the company, but it was never completed,, surely there is some code leftover she could use but…

Her thoughts dwindled as her eyelids grew heavy, she has been struggling to stay awake, spending most of her time sleeping or laying in bed, she feels so weak.. And SEVER still hasn’t come back yet..

Rain looked at the busted door, judging her options, she knew she was going to die.. but wasn’t sure as to when or how.

Her poor condition clouded her better judgement as she crawled under the broken door in order to find SEVER.

 peeking out from behind a box, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness, the emergency lights having been broken or burned out, Rain felt something else in the room, something with many arms that reached out like octopus legs, grasping and cold, her orange goggles developing frost as Rain swears she saw white glowing eyes floating around her.

Staying close to the floor she felt along the cold concrete walls for another door, her hand brushed against its metal frame as the door shot open, blinding her with the light from the other room, rubbing her eyes, the room she was in felt empty once again, the twisting shadows disappearing.

The other room was a mechanical bay, scientists would test out whatever Geneva Convention breaking toys they had on test dummies, engineers used it as a glorified storage unit for their junk, and occasionally a tall serpentine man with a third arm and an angler fish light would come by for spare tools and materials, he looked dead inside, Rain never said hello to him and neither did he, she could feel the hatred emitting from him anytime he looked at her, as if he was cursing her out in his head perhaps calling her a monster under her breath.. she didn’t blame him, she would hate herself too.

The only thing not taken was a bulky red wrench, used for fastening bolts on the outside of the underwater base, inconvenient to use traditionally but otherwise a great weapon.

Rain kept walking, room after room, the dull buzz of the electrical system going haywire, distant screams from what she can assume were either her former co-workers or “expendables” that were sent down to grab whatever they can, either way Rain decided not to take her chance with meeting either.

Her walking came to a stop, the room was pitch black, something she was used to by now, but that wasn’t what made her pause, there was furniture everywhere, overturned or broken, and riddled with smouldering bullet holes.

[she-toadmask]

OH MY FUCKIN GOD THEY (ambiguous) FUCKIN DEAD

Anyway more detailed spoilers and miscellaneous thoughts below the cut

First of all: great movie, will watch again when it hits streaming

BEE FUCKING DIED FOR HALF THE MOVIE OR WAS AT LEAST FUNCTIONALLY DEAD

And then killed Nightbird who could fly in root mode and transformed into a car so is she like half a triple changer. Is Bee 2.5 for 2.5 on triple changers.

Nightbird was really cool though I liked her a lot

Airazor was very cool, rip Airazor

On the subject of her death. The rust/corruption was extremely fucking cool that has Potential even with Scourge dead

Scourge and Unicron in general greatly excited me. When was the last time Unicron was a planet eater, was he one in the Unicron Trilogy? Scourge was cool, v. intimidating. Unicron was also really well-designed and I really like the power-control stuff. Also off-brand Force choke

I don't want to call him Wheeljack he's a fine character but he's not Wheeljack he's Pablo. I have no other complaints

Arcee is a fucking badass she has been so good in the recent continuities she kicks ass and I love her

Mirage was fun, I liked him a lot character-wise. Him being able to do the actual mirage/hologram was really fun. The mass-shifty stuff with being a garbage truck or whatever is interesting. And then he becomes a mech suit for Noah and that has heavy fic potential. Also another temporary death.

I really don't have anything to say about the Maximals beyond Airazor

OPTIMUS PRIME ON THE OTHER HAND. God he was written really really well. He so strongly regrets leaving Cybertron (which makes me wonder what the fate of the war is if it's still going on are the remaining Bots holding their ground or are the Cons on the up) and cares so much for his home and Bee. And he has no reason to trust humans, not really, even if Bee had a good experience with one. He's really well-written and Peter Cullen is fantastic as ever. Also I think Optimus was mentioned as Primus' chosen or something

Noah's younger brother was really good, I liked him, I'm really glad he's going to be okay

Other minor humans. At the start of the movie I swear the guy who canceled Noah's interview had the last name Bishop. That is such a specific surname it has to be a TFP reference. Mid-credits scene, why is it GI Joe. Are they doing a GI Joe movie. My amica and I were like 'is it sector 7' but no it's other Hasbro property

Noah and Elena! I've seen Noah's actor in another movie so I'm not surprised he did a really good job. Noah was really well-written, he was accurately compared to Optimus at one point and it was good vibes. He cares about his family and also just has some good funny lines early on. Elena was also really good, I don't have specific character thoughts other than I'm glad she gets a happy ending.

The movie was really fun, I do recommend it, I can't wait for more people to see it for the fic concepts and theories it will spawn

[turtlecat1440]

Where are the gay hicks at? I watched several YouTube videos of a man putting a Toyota Hilux through hell and back, only for it to continue running. Shit was rad.

But now my recommendations are right wing garbage. Guns, trucks, an interview with Trump??? Is all it takes three fifteen minute videos to begin the pipeline?

I want to watch people have fun with dangerous explosions. Destroy cars. Put all of the love they have into some project, only for it to be the most dangerous shit in existence. But when I seek that out, I have to be super careful, or else YouTube gives me nothing but right wing propaganda.

There have GOT to be some liberal gay ass hicks doing this fun shit. I sometimes find them, but it's so rare. Do I gotta pick up the torch? I swear to God, the man upstairs, J-man himself, I'll do it and disrespect God the whole time.

Is this an untapped market? Just nice queer people doing stupid shit on a farm somewhere? How do I get my destruction fix without being recommended heinous shit?