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Just in case you need to hear this today, Good Girl!

[angelhummel]

[burningcheese-merchant]

"Who am I if I don't have what it takes?"

OG post haha

[megwritesriddles]

A Few Strings Attached ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Sam (Stardew Valley) x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: Request: I saw your post about requests, and I love your sdv stuff! Could you maybe do something with the reader and Sam being fwb. Sam gets super jealous when she hangs out/starts getting close with one of the others, leading to him confessing the next time they have sex. If you wanted to have him be a little rougher with the reader, that'd be cool to, just whatever you're comfy with ^-^ tysm!!

Tags: Friends-with-benefits, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Nipple play (minor), Biting, Rough sex, Jealousy, Moody!Sam, Love confession, Possessive behaviour (slight).

Word count: 2.5k

all fandom masterlist | sdv masterlist | read it on ao3

Authors note: This may seem like it starts in the middle, because it DOES!! I wrote too much unnecessary exposition like always so I'm posting it as an optional 'prequel' to read. There's a few weird text formatting things going on that I can't fix but oh well!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

'PREQUEL' HERE !! (you don't have to read it but if you do, prob read it first, it's only 1.3k words)

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He’s late arriving at the Saloon one Friday for your weekly hangout, a time to enjoy the ���friends’ part of friends-with-benefits with you and relax with the people he’s closest to. The new riff he’d written on his guitar had kept him busy and he’d lost track of time. When he arrives at the Saloon and heads to the side room to find his friends, he freezes a little at the sight before him. Sure, you and Sebastian had started talking more lately, he’d noticed, but Sam was confident he had you to himself and had no reason to worry. He barely thought of anything but you each day since starting the arrangement, and as you seemed to enjoy the sex as much as he did, he assumed you would be the same. Sebastian had ceased to be any sort of a threat in his mind, until now. The two of you stood at the end of the pool table, way too close together for Sam’s comfort, talking and giggling, nudging each other with your elbows. Sam just stared for a moment as the two of you clearly made jokes back and forth, giggling and swatting each other. What could the two of you possibly have to giggle about? You didn’t have anything much in common… Did you? Sam tried to think but came up blank, yet something was clearly very funny to the two of you. Trying to control the irrational urge inside of him to rush over and stake some claim over you, he took a deep breath and wandered over.

“Hey guys, having fun without me?” he teases, although his voice is just a little tense enough to give him away. He doesn’t think of himself as the jealous type, and really you weren’t his to get jealous over, but the burning of his cheeks tells him exactly how he feels. He wants to wrap an arm around you and pull you in, bite your neck in the way that he knows you love right in front of Sebastian and actually leave a mark this time.

“Hey Sammy, had to entertain ourselves somehow while you weren’t here,” you tease, your voice and expression sweet, unaware that Sam is seething with jealousy. Is this what you’d do if he went out of town for a while or something? Find a way to ‘entertain’ yourself? Turn to Sebastian? His face falls without him being able to help it.

“Right,” he grunts, staring at you intently. You tilt your head at him, finally noticing something is wrong. Sam is seldom moody, he’s always outgoing and happy-go-lucky, so seeing his face twisted into a sour expression is disconcerting. 

“Is something wrong Sammy?” you ask gently. “Why were you late?” you clearly assume whatever made him late is what has him upset. Are you really that naive? He glances contemptuously at Sebastian who is still at your side, looking similarly concerned. 

“I’m just tired, honestly I’m gonna go home, you’ll have more fun without me bringing you down,” he grumbles, turning to leave. He knows he shouldn’t be acting like this, you’re both his friends. Friends. And it wasn’t like he caught you kissing Sebastian, just laughing with him, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach persists. The two of you and even Abigail protest, saying he’ll feel better after a round of pool, but he’s made up his mind, he cannot watch this. If you want Sebastian, who is he to stand in your way? As long as he doesn’t have to see it play out. He stomps back to his house, listening out in case you’ve come chasing after him, but you haven’t, taking him at face value and assuming something had happened at home to upset him. Admittedly, he does feel a little stupid returning home mere minutes after he left, and considers turning back around, but can’t bring himself to. Hiding away in his room sounds best right now. He waits quietly in his bed, glaring up at the ceiling, expecting that you might knock on his window, but you don’t. It pains him to imagine what you might be doing instead. Could Sebastian please you as well as he could? How was he to know? You might be forgetting all about him at this very instant. He comforts his male pride by convincing himself that Sebastian is probably a disappointing size compared to him, even though he has no evidence of this. Then when he realises what he’s thinking, he feels wildly ashamed. Sebastian was his closest and oldest friend here. Wasn’t the whole point of this arrangement for things not to be complicated? His thoughts had never been so muddled. After another half hour, he concludes you aren’t coming to knock on his window, and turns himself over to sleep.

The next day, although he tells himself he won’t, he’s drawn to walk to your farm at his usual time. He’s a little worried about what might be waiting for him. He imagines Sebastian embracing you from behind as you bake, something he’s always wanted to do, as he often arrives just as you finish baking and is sent home with some fresh rolls. He knocks on your door and you open it like usual, smiling brightly. 

“Hey Sa– ooh,” a puff of air leaves your lungs as he pounces on you, pushing you to the wall of your entryway. You give him a bewildered look as he tilts your chin from side to side, examining your neck for any marks. “What are you doing?” you chuckle, but he doesn’t answer, examining a tiny dent in your skin that resembles a bite. Was that the same one he’d left on you a few days ago? Beyond hope, he hoped it was. “Sam?” He pulls back and looks at you, examining your face as if something in your expression would give away if you’d done something with Sebastian. “What are you looking for?” you scoff. He knows he’s being unreasonable, so he falters a little.

“Nothing…” he huffs, looking away, though his hands remain on your waist, thumbs rubbing gentle circles. You laugh softly and it sends a jolt through him, reminding him of the scene last night. He slams his lips to yours to shut you up, causing you to squeak in surprise for a moment, but quickly relax, slipping your arms around his neck just in time for him to hoist you up and carry you to your bed. Your lips remain connected, moulding together and tongues finding one another as he walks you over. He’s determined to make you forget everything but his name. The bed dips as he climbs on, lowering you to lie beneath him, wasting no time in sliding his hands beneath your shirt to push it up. You giggle at his sudden dominant attitude, but you don’t mind at all, lifting your arms so that he can free you of your shirt. “No bra…” he purrs. “Expecting someone?” His voice is rough enough to give you a little pause, but his hands dancing all over your bare skin don’t allow your brain to pause for long. His thumbs circle your nipples, causing them to stiffen into peaks.

“You, of course,” you sigh as he lowers his head, wrapping his warm lips around one rosy bud and swirling his tongue, gently rolling the other between his fingers. A gentle moan leaves your lips and he flicks his tongue back and forth. 

“Me,” he mumbles against your skin, slowly kissing his way from one nipple to the other, before taking it in his mouth and repeating the swirling action you so liked. 

“Mhmm,” you whine as he carefully brushes his teeth against your sensitive skin. He doesn’t bite but just teases you enough for goosebumps to rise on your skin, the cool air meeting the wet kisses over your chest adding to your shivers. His hands cup the weight of your breasts, his mouth swapping between your nipples periodically just to tease you, hardness rubbing against your inner thigh. You squirm, trying to shift so Sam’s bulge would press where you need it to. He growls, slamming his hips to yours and harshly rutting against you. Your head tips back and you moan, much to his private delight.

“You want me, don’t you? Tell me you want me not Sebastian,” he hisses, biting his way over the swell of your breast and up to your neck. 

“What–? What does Sebas–,”

“Just say it, tell me you want me,” he demands. Your mind is hazy with arousal, but even so, you know something is incredibly odd with this ask. At your silence, he ruts against you once more, spurring you into action.

“I want you, I want you, only you…” you whine, wriggling against him softly. Full of pride, he bites down on your neck, sucking a harsh mark into your skin. Another squeak leaves you, surprised by this, he doesn’t usually mark you, it defeats the purpose of hooking up in secret, but before you can protest, he’s tugging down your leggings and rubbing his fingers through your slick folds, melting all of your thoughts away until you’re left with only his touch against you. Your hips chase his fingers as he playfully withdraws them, enjoying watching how needy you are. He isn’t usually so teasing, but his ego needs stroking right now, as does something else. He sucks his fingers clean with a groan and drops them back down to resume rubbing. The sensation has you whining and squirming and he enjoys it whole-heartedly, guiding your hand to his bulge as he dips his fingers inside of you, stretching you open. Ever generous, you immediately begin to stroke him through his jeans, even despite being a little distracted. It’s a fumble for you to undo his jeans when your eyes are glued to where his fingers are disappearing inside of you, but eventually, you manage. He snatches your hand before you can try to dip it in his boxers.

“No, I want to fuck you,” he growls, making you moan, looking up at him starry-eyed. You want it too, but words escape as his fingers drive as deep as they can go into you before quickly withdrawing completely. The empty feeling makes you whine, but you don’t have to worry for long. He sucks his fingers clean again, making sure he doesn’t miss a drop and then strips himself down to the buff, kicking off his jeans. He always enjoys the way you admire his body, but today it feels especially favourable. He admires you in turn, dripping wet and perfectly sexy, the perfect body laid out in front of him, belonging to the perfect person. Something regrettable threatens to slip out of his mouth, so he bites his lip and settles right between your legs, placing his heavy cock against you, and gently tapping your clit with it a few times. You whine and wriggle, giving him your best wide-eyed plea, he loves it when you get like this. Out of a hint of misplaced lingering spite, he grinds his cock between your folds a few times, not yet pressing inside like you want, getting the both of you wetter and wetter. It would be torture for him too if it wasn’t for the look on your face. “Pretty perfect girl…” he hums as you whimper for him. You’re too aroused to notice the seriousness of those words, he usually only calls you hot or sexy. 

Finally, at long last, he grabs the base of his cock and angles himself so he can push inside of you. He buries himself to the hilt immediately, revelling in the choked-out gasp that leaves your lips. He takes a grip on your hips and, after a few gentle thrusts to assess if you can take it, he begins pounding into you. Your eyes roll back and you shout out in pleasure and he feels much the same way. His eyes roll a little and he growls, holding you down as his hips slam into yours over and over. You’re so tight and warm and perfect. He pants, staring down at you, flushed and blissed out, your tits bouncing with each ruthless thrust. You take him so well, you look so beautiful, even now. He leans down to kiss you, your noses bumping as he bullies his cock into you, tongues making a sloppy mess together. You’re so perfect, nothing has ever felt this good, he refuses the idea that someone else might take this from him. With a loud grunt, his pace increases impossibly more, forcing loud wanton moans from your throat with each movement.

“You’re mine,” he pants, a hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “You’re mine, say it,”

“I’m yours,” your fucked-out mind doesn’t understand the gravity of what he’s saying, merely obeying orders so your orgasm isn’t stolen from you. Your words make him groan and lift your legs, thrusting into you at a new angle. You cry out in pleasure.

“You’re mine, say it, say my name,” he growls.

“Sam…” you whine, unable to form a coherent thought.

“That’s it, my perfect girl, I–” he cuts himself off, stuttering and twitching deep within you. “Ah–, I’m close, please…” he ruts himself against you a few more times, the pleasure completely clouding his brain. “I- I love you,” he grunts against your lips.

“Sam…!” you sob and it sends him over the edge, his thrusts slowly significantly as he shoots ropes of his cum deep inside of you.

“Fuck, I love you,” he chokes as he cums. “I love you so much…” he collapses on top of you but gives a few more weak thrusts into you as he feels your fingers frantically rubbing at your clit, helping you fall over that edge. He hisses when you do, feeling you squeeze down around his oversensitive cock, but he can’t bring himself to pull out. He lies there on top of you, one arm sliding behind your back to keep you pressed to him. His eyes fall shut and he takes a deep breath, completely satisfied. 

“You love me?” your weak voice squeaks from beneath him and he suddenly realises what he’s said, what he said throughout what you just did. He could probably pass it off as a weird kink, or just getting lost in the moment, but as he looks down at your flushed confused face, he can’t lie.

“Y-yeah I uh… I guess I do,” he grins sheepishly, back to his old self now he got the insecure anger out of his system.

“And you… thought something was going on with me and Sebastian? That’s why you were being so odd?” you sluggishly piece the pieces together, struggling to think in your pleasured haze, but unable to ignore it. He nods. “Well, nothing is going on, I promise you, we’ve been talking more because I’m trying to get him to ask Abi out,” you chuckle tiredly. “Why would I want him when I have you?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Sam jokes, but is incredibly relieved to hear it. “And… the whole ‘me loving you’ thing, how do you feel about that?” he asks, gently wiping some sweat from your brow. 

“Well… I guess I love you too,”

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[marley-manson]

My Hawkeye take boiled down to its fundamental core is that everything fandom is inclined to interpret as low self esteem and/or self loathing is actually just love and emotional openness and intensity.

I’m actually pretty adamant about Hawkeye specifically not having major personal issues pre-war - self-esteem problems, self-loathing, major insecurities, that kind of thing - because I think that serves the themes of the story best (particularly in the first half of the show, but even throughout the rest to an extent). I think Hawkeye is supposed to be a self-actualized dude who has his shit together, who’s been thrown into a fucked up situation, and it’s that situation that causes his problems, not any major issues he had pre-war.

Hawkeye has insomnia because of the war, Hawkeye has nightmares because of the war, Hawkeye has a manic breakdown because of the war, Hawkeye is specifically heavily affected by the war because he’s “the sanest man” Sidney knows, as he says in Hawk’s Nightmare. It’s important to the satire of the first half of the show that Hawkeye is an emotionally healthy person in a situation that destroys emotionally healthy people, and it’s important to the anti-war message throughout that Hawkeye’s problems come mainly from the war-zone setting rather than his own issues.

Honestly I can only think of two scenes across 11 seasons that imply that Hawkeye has intrinsic insecurities that can’t be better explained as Hawkeye’s emotionally expressive and loving nature (incidentally Bless You Hawkeye, another obvious contender, is very blatantly about love which is why I don’t mention it): Show Biz and Who Knew, and both those Hawkeye plots essentially contradict the themes of the earlier show and exist specifically to problematize the womanizing of earlier years. I don’t think they hold weight when put against the earlier show, where Hawkeye’s womanizing was portrayed as both a reason to like Hawkeye, and a reasonable reaction to being thrown into a war zone.

And if some fans enjoy taking stuff like, eg, Hawkeye’s guilt in Fallen Idol as evidence of insecurities and guilt issues and intrinsic self-loathing, that’s their perogative and maybe it makes more sense based on what they get out of the rest of the show and the themes they prioritize, but for me it makes more sense given the themes of the show as a whole and for Hawkeye’s role within the show to take it as a very reasonable emotional reaction anyone might have when their friend gets shot after they gave him some well-meaning advice, rather than evidence of deep-seated issues - another instance of the war taking its toll on Hawkeye because he’s in touch with his feelings and not repressed.

Or another common example is Hawkeye getting upset about people leaving without saying goodbye - or his dad hiding someone's illness from him and preventing him from saying goodbye. I think that's indicative of his need to express his love and his emotions and not Abandonment Issues. He's perfectly capable of letting people go when they can talk for five minutes first (eg Love and War, GFA, even The More I See You where he put up more of a fight for a minute), and it's pretty normal to be upset when someone disappears without a word. If anything, Hawkeye's reactions to BJ and Trapper doing it are pretty even-keeled imo.

There’s also another element I enjoy which is more present in the early seasons but still holds true over the course of the show - Hawkeye’s emasculation as portrayed as a virtue. I think it’s also important to the vibes that Hawkeye is the most likeable person on the show, the most admirable, the dude you should want to be most like, and he’s very pointedly the antithesis of american military masculinity. Imo adding self-loathing and self-esteem issues to that also undermines the vibes I enjoy by making him a more typical type of self-depricatingly effeminate comedic character, and the show did enough undermining of it in the later seasons that I don’t want to add more lol.

Basically for me, to interpret Hawkeye as having big detrimental Issues and being fucked up in whatever ways pre-war detracts from my favourite themes of the show rather than serving those themes, so I prefer another explanation for many of those moments - the aforementioned love/emotional openness, or, often in other cases, just taking what Hawkeye says in its intended jokey way. And I do think this is what the writers usually intended, give or take some messy writing in the last few seasons.

[itsthatlake]

Just had three days off work and spent the first basically just sleeping and the next two possessed by an art demon. Anyways, here's some screenshots from a scum villain animatic I'm working on

[royalarchivist]

Dono: My cramps are unbearably painful, but your presence has cheered me up and made me feel better.

Foolish: My- my PC or internet's cramping as well. You're not- you're not in this alone.

Foolish: [Laughs, reading chat] "Don't compare." [Laughs] Kidding! Kidding, kidding.

[via @doozerxxrose]

[inthegardenofprayers]

In Iran, a woman who was accosted by the “morality police” for not wearing hijab removes her clothing & roams the streets in defiance. She has since been arrested by IRGC forces and forcibly disappeared. This is the brave face of true resistance. | The regime’s propaganda spokespeople have allegedly stated that her actions reveal a “severe mental disorder” & that she will be “treated” at a mental hospital for this. As we know, the regime commits its crimes in the shadows so we must keep a light on her case to protect her. -Elica Le Bon/Daughter of Iran

[t-u-i-t-c]

"You're running on your own, and that makes you slow."

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(Src) I am so sick of people doing this 🫠

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speedpaint

[ooliecat]

she talks to british AI, not people

[lnkedmyheart]

Thoughts on what went wrong with skk in beast

Its nothing crazy, but I feel like soukoku have this thing where they are genuinely good influences on each other when they actually interact. The more you separated them as teens the more likely they were to have a spiral or a depressive episode. Nothing romantic exactly unless you want to see it as such but they both reinforce each other's humanity while being doubtful about their own. And I am trying to figure things out as to how they went in beast for them to end up where they were. Dazai doesn't hate Chuuya in beast, because Dazai never hated Chuuya in general and had the memories of every universe, and even beast verse Dazai from 15 to 16 during which the events of 15 and sb happened most likely had the same feelings towards Chuuya as canon Dazai.

So why did Chuuya hate Dazai so much in beast and if so, why did he snap when Dazai died? I feel like dragons head is extremely important to figure out what happened. In the canon version of Dragons head we see Chuuya forcing Dazai to confront his behaviour and this leads to Dazai snapping out of his spiral and helping Chuuya, earning back his favor. in the beast universe however Dazai causes the events to deviate post stormbringer and pre dragons head.

For starters Dazai doesn't give Chuuya a choice for corruption during dhc in beast (in canon Chuuya did so by his own choice) but injures himself, promising that he won't be able to run off, not that he won't leave Chuuya to die, but that he can't leave at all. Something definitely happened between the events of tduip and dhc that led to Chuuya losing his trust in him but in this event Chuuya realises that Dazai is not above blatantly manipulating him and forcing his hand. And Dazai talks down to Chuuya in front of their subordinate. Note that at this point Chuuya is acting paranoid, he doesn't trust anyone, he doesn't view the PM as his family, he doesn't have faith in Dazai. I think that in the beast universe Dazai deliberately shut Chuuya out thinking he'd make the same bonds with the PM as he did in canon and hate Dazai alone, however because soukoku's influence was vital to keep them from spiralling as teens Chuuya spiralled when Dazai cut him out.

Yes Dazai kept Chuuya close, but he also insisted on ensuring Chuuya despised him. Except Chuuya never hates people, its not something he does in general. And Dazai was still the guy he knew at 15 and 16 even if he seemingly changed overnight going from the guy obsessed with Chuuya during strombringer to whatever cold calculating man beast Dazai was to him and so he snapped. Perhaps he lost the one person who's presence was keeping him tethered to his sanity and when he lost the person he "hated" he lost his footing completely.

[romanteasighs]

I have actually! He used to be my main obsession when I first got into Jojo, before I moved onto Polnareff and whatnot!! I suppose this is the most recent Speedwagon piece I've done (from last year) that I don't think I've posted? I made it for a dear pal of mine that really likes him.

REALLY old art from 2023 💀💀💀

Ah, the humble roots...

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I'm somewhat curious what the consensus is here.

*Family includes if he was adopted

[peteytheparrot]

I’m a furry artist because instead of drawing hands I can draw little kitty paws