#sorry for the rant i’m in a shitty mood

[the-bitter-ocean]

CW talking about anti blackness/ racism in fandom under the cut and also just isat spoilers)

You know sometimes I feel so much rage in my fucking heart actually.

You know you have to be extremely tone deaf and ignorant to outright make fun of and ignore the multiple people telling you to not whitewash the canonical non white characters in the game. You have to be so incredibly entitled to think that you deserve a fucking gold star for less than the bare minimum. Black people/ other racial minorities should not have to repeatedly beg you to not be racist and complaining in the main tags about how it’s not worth the effort to learn how to draw other people other than skinny white anime characters. That kind of sucks actually. It sucks a lot and I’m really disappointed in how so many people are seemingly just chill with that kind of behavior.

Just I don’t know there’s something so deeply ironic in the act of whitewashing mirabelle chevalier, a girl whose whole arc was learning and accepting that it’s okay not to change and that she likes being herself and changing her design to be unrecognizable from canon by making her hair straight (on purpose) because you didn’t want to look at a tutorial (that the dev of the game straight up made for free and easy access to everyone on the internet) and think she looks better with straight / wavy or spiky hair instead. Very fun and epic and cool (not).

[castametric]

emt humor accounts on instagram be like “haha isn’t it funny to commit acts of gross negligence”. I hope you all lose your licenses.

[honeylations]

KIM MINJEONG x FEM!READER

Prompt: your usually shy girlfriend wants to ask you to help her but your bad mood scares her off

Warnings/Notes: g!p Minjeong, subby Minjeong, riding, squirting, creampie, handjobs, blow jobs

“H-Hah I’m s-so close…N-Need to cum..” Minjeong growled, stroking her cock faster and shutting her eyes tight when she could feel herself going to the edge.

She wished you were there stroking her instead. Kissing her until she made a mess on your hand.

She needed you.

“Oh my god just fucking kill me, will you!?”

“Wah!” Poor Minjeong jumped from the couch at your sudden dramatic entrance and how the slamming of the door pretty much shook the entire apartment.

You were too pent up with your rant that you didn’t see your girlfriend rushing to pull up her boxers and pants with a red face.

“What’s with the manager being up my ass all the fucking time?! I’m only one person and it’s not my fault other people in my damn group don’t even make up one brain cell! NOT EVEN ONE!”

Minjeong stood in between the gap that separated the living room and kitchen, watching you slam your purse on the counter and pacing back and forth.

Profanity after profanity left your lips and Minjeong could see the steam coming from your ears. Your girlfriend fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie and cleared her throat to try and get your attention.

“H-Hi babe”

“Ugh and I don’t even get paid extra for doing most of that shitty work! I might as well quit on the spot and see him cry!”

Minjeong sealed her lips and couldn’t ignore the pain in her dick, begging to be touched.

You finished your rant with a click of your tongue and saw your girlfriend standing there in fear. “Shit, I’m sorry Jeongie. I didn’t mean to scream around like that, I’m just really over my shift today”

“It’s okay, babe. Wanna sit down and talk about it?”

Aw your baby was such a sweetheart.

“No no, we can do that later. I think a nap will fix it all”

Minjeong smiled and took your hand to lead you to your shared bedroom. Being in a relationship for so long, you two always slept half naked. You being in your panties and Jeongie in her boxers.

Something about the skin to skin contact was just so comforting.

Only issue is, Minjeong’s boner was still rock hard and you managed to miss it even when you finally got under the covers with her.

But your girlfriend wouldn’t let you cuddle.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You questioned, making her even more nervous.

“Uh it’s nothing, really..”

“Puppy, whatever it is, spill it right now” You practically ordered, eyebrow twitching.

Minjeong huffed. “ihaveabonerandineedyoutohelpmecum”

“Huh?”

Minjeong spun on her other side away from you and hugged the blanket over her head. “Haha nothing never mind! time to sleep goodnight I love you!”

Ripping the covers off your girlfriend, you made her lie on her back while you sat on her stomach. “Stop shying away pup. Tell me what you want”

“I’m gonna go get a drink of water—WAH!” Minjeong yelped at her wrists being pinned on each side of her head.

“Say it”

Your girlfriend’s pout almost made you fold but you clenched your jaw to not give in so easily.

“M-My dick is…uh very hard..”

“Uh huh…”

“A-And I n-need you to help me..cum”

You kissed her lips and smiled. “Now was that so hard?”

“Well yes! You stormed into the apartment like a mad woman!”

Now it was your turn to pout and huff. “I said I was sorry!”

Your girlfriend looked away. “You seemed really tired too so I didn’t want to bother—“

Kiss

Minjeong went redder at your sudden move. “H-Hey!”

“Don’t you ever believe you’d bother me, okay pup?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Good. Now let me suck your dick”

Minjeong couldn’t even answer since you already yanked her pants and boxers off to start playing with her dick. She watched you with parted lips, panting at the sight of your small hands working itself up and down.

“You alright there, puppy?” You smiled into her neck as her head hung back in pleasure.

“Better than alright”

You kissed her slowly and got your tongue exploring Minjeong’s mouth which she moaned into. She would pause for a moment to watch you jerk her off faster, losing the strength to keep her eyes open.

“C-Can you please suck me off, baby? Pretty please” she whimpered while looking so deep into your eyes, you were able to see Minjeong well up tears.

“Of course, my love”

You lowered your head down and quickly sucked at your girlfriend’s leaking tip before taking her entirely inside. Her hands found comfort on your head that began to move, being one of the lucky people to not have a gag reflex.

You were able to deepthroat her so easily without a problem and Minjeong was in heaven every single time.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, Y/n-ie”

The vibration from your hum triggered your girlfriend’s hips to thrust, shocking her immediately. “N-No I’m sorry! A-Are you okay?”

Keeping her cock deep inside your throat, you gently caressed her hands on your head and she took it as the green light to do as she pleases.

Minjeong relaxes more and resumed her hip movement, tucking your hair behind your ears as she hissed out profanities.

“So so fucking good, Y/n-ie. I want to cum in your mouth. Can I pretty please?”

Another approved hum from you, and your girlfriend reacted with a punched out groan at the same time she fills your mouth with cum.

“Hah…so good…”

You sat up with pride after swallowing your personal favourite liquid snack, cleaning your mouth with a simple swipe from the back of your hand. Minjeong was still catching her breath when you hovered above her lap and held her still hard length at your soaked folds.

Minjeong doesn’t even remember seeing you remove your clothes because now here you were bouncing on her cock with your plush tits in her view. She kissed the flower tattoos across your collarbones before resting her lips on your right nipple, sucking gently as her hands held your hips.

She could almost touch the tips of her fingers together from how small your waist was, her middle fingers resting on your back dimples perfectly.

“Hah fuck! My Minjeongie is so good for letting me use her cock hm?” You managed to word out despite constantly impaling yourself onto her thick and long cock.

Minjeong nodded cutely and almost choked on her saliva when your cunt seemed to tighten around her more. “U-Use me all you want, Y/n-ie”

“Fuck, feels so fucking good, Jeongie! I’m so close, help me cum baby”

Your girlfriend didn’t need to be told twice. She planted her feet on the bed and wrapped you in her arms like a bear before destroying your pussy with repeatedly hard thrusts.

The bed was constantly being driven into the wall from how fast your girlfriend was going but who were you to complain? Her cock was kissing your cervix deliciously and you immediately became mush in Minjeong’s hands, crying and moaning into her neck to the point you even started to drool.

“Oh god yes yes yes that’s it, puppy! Gonna make me cum all over your big hard cock hm?”

Minjeong painted your neck with hickies. “Mhm want to make Y/n-ie cum!”

“Fuck you’re so good to me pup. Give me all of your cum okay? Want you to fill me until my pussy aches. Can you do that?”

Minjeong’s eyes rolled back at your words. “Hah..I’m cumming!”

“That’s it, baby! Fuck I’m gonna squirt!” You bit onto your girlfriend’s broad shoulder and shook in her arms as you sprayed clear liquid all over her cock, pelvis and even the sheets.

Minjeong continued thrusting until she emptied her balls inside your drenched cunt. “Holy shit…”

You pulled your ass up slowly as Minjeong’s cock fell limp and watched thick globs of semen rain from your pussy, moaning at the sight.

After taking a quick taste of her cum, you took the covers that you pushed off earlier and hugged it over you and Minjeong’s bodies, comfortably laying on top of your girlfriend.

Minjeong brushed your hair and was about to ask how you were until she heard slight snoring. You were knocked out quick. Smiling at the sight, your girlfriend sweetly kissed your head and fell asleep with you, reminding herself to give you a good shower once you woke up.

[iayos]

𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 (𝐄𝐖𝐖) !

jjk boys and their icks… because no man is perfect…

jjk boys x implied fem!reader

cw : men being gross, slight nsfw in nanami’s part, very mild misogyny if you squint in megumi’s part, this post was literally just so i could rant kinda

a / n : long time no see… not much to say other than i’ve been busy !!! anyways hope you enjoy :)

yuji itadori - bad grammar

giving him the tamest one tbh because he’s such a sweetheart </3 idk why but i feel like he just has such shitty grammar… like he’s smart ! just not when it comes to grammar. for example, he mixes up his to, too, and two’s, his there’s, and don’t get me started on your vs you’re :/ again he’s the sweetest boy ever ! it’s just the fact he probably failed his lit classes…

megumi fushiguro - “females”…

i was so close to giving this to satoru but i didn’t cause he has shoko to hold him down, megumi on the other hand… look, i don’t think he’d say it in front of girls, but to other dudes, yk ? and i definitely don’t think it’s on purpose to try and be an asshole but it just happens. quickly unlearns it when he says it around maki though.

yuta okkotsu - referring to himself in third person

you guys know how elmo is like, “elmo wants to go to the park,” yeah… yuta does this. and no, it’s not ironically. he definitely thinks it’s cute too and sometimes it is ! but it’s to an extent. like it’s cute the first couple times where he is goes, “yuta loves you,” but then it gets weird and corny when he’s like, “yuta wants to get dinner,” like ermmmm ok…

toge inumaki - fish pics.

as someone who lives in those south i see these OFTEN. for those who don’t know, fish pics are basically when dudes hold up fish they caught while fishing and post pictures of them holding it… i think the main problem with this to me is that a lot of very weird and racist men do it, so that’s why i hate it. anyways i’m 90% sure he has an official art where he’s holding a fish ( i also didn’t know what ick to give him ).

satoru gojo - his height is his whole personality

this shit irks me so bad omg. as someone who’s short ( 5’0 ) and hates seeing other short people make their whole personality their height, it’s even worst when it’s a tall person. satoru is definitely the type to be like, “omg guysss i bumped my head otw hereeee i’m so tallll,” like no you’re just stupid ! he definitely has other icks but this was the main one i could think of… ik he gets on everyone’s nerves.

suguru geto - says “my bad” instead of “im sorry”

another personal one tbh. i hate hate hate when people do this especially if it’s something serious. i remember one time someone pushed me in the mud ( i didn’t fully go on, just my foot ) and i got mud all over my white shoes and they have the audacity to go, “my bad,” like yeah it is your bad lmao. anyways, suguru def does this often especially to shoko. i feel like he’s pretty clumsy and say if shoko’s studying and he knocks over a drink onto her books he’ll say “my bad” and not even attempt to help her clean it up. like dude at least say sorry or something idk ???

nanami kento - calls his dick anything but a dick

“my member” you are grown !!! say dick !!! he does it to be ‘classy’ but like, he is pushing 30 doing this, just say dick. i also think it’s a shame thing ? idk probably hanging out with stsg for most of his teen years rotted his brain so he hates hearing really nasty stuff but he won’t even say penis half the time. like it’s really not that serious nobody wants to call your dick a phallus ( it was also really hard to give him an ick ).

choso - using 🥺 / 🥹

oh BROTHERRRR this one pisses me off. i hate both of those emojis in general but especially when men do it, it’s cornball behavior. like aren’t you supposed to be fighting in wars ? stand up. but i don’t think he has any ill intentions at all, honestly just picks emojis that represent his mood often. however he definitely uses 😂 instead of 😭… sorry choso…

song : ick - lay bankz

[darklinaforever]

Heyyy there ! I’ve been a silent spectator of your posts and I simply love your HOD ones. I’m in no mood to watch this season especially how they are trying so hard to butcher Daemon character. Like everyone hates him, he is a mindless,heartless murdering machine whereas Aemond in all his Rapunzel haired glory is telling a sob story to some prostitute that he was different and that he regrets killing Luke ? So they will humanize the most sadictic villain in history but will continue to vilify Daemon? Are these writers on high or what and I may be in the minority but I’m fed up of sad Rhaenyra with her limp,blonde hair and her tired face I get that she just lost her son but give me the Rhaenyra who is fueled with anger and revenge . When in the first episode she said she wanted Aemond I was like finally but once again she is resorted to the same “Oh we are gonna be at war and thousands will die”! I hate how they made these women as “We don’t war why does it have to come to this sort tripe” and I hate what they did to Daemon! They could show that everyone is an excellent dad but not Daemon? It drives me up towards the wall! Sorry for my rant but honestly I hate how Rhaenyra ,Rhaenys are all like Wow! Daemon is so pathetic!

There's nothing wrong with anything you said there. HOTD try to reduce women to being victims of men who are against violence and war to the point that it makes them ridiculous and yet they are treated as being full of wisdom for this bullshit. Give me the Rhaenyra who says she will have her throne or her half-brother's head. The one who swears revenge when her daughter Visenya dies. Give me the Rhaenys who wanted to go into head-on war with the dragons. Give me the Daemon skilled in war who knew that using dragons right away was a bad plan. Give me Daemyra holding a war council together and sharing the same opinions. HOTD is a massacre, there is no other word to describe this series. What kills me is that they basically dumped Rhaenys' reaction onto Daemon in 1x10, and Daemon is vilified to death for it. So Rhaenys in the books is just hungry for war and chaos according to the logic of these shitty showrunners ?

[notsoattractivearenti]

Comfort Person (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 700+

Warnings: curse words

A/N: a quick and short one written for my girlies for a little pick-me-up, especially @swimmingismywholelife 🤍 hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 🫶🏻 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated ❤️

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It has been a long difficult few weeks for you and you felt like the universe was punishing you for simply just existing. Bad things after bad things kept happening and made you feel like shit – the worst thing was that most things were out of your control. The helplessness you were experiencing was quite exhausting and a lot for you to handle.

You came home after work looking all upset and tired – you just wanted to lay in bed with your boyfriend, Christian, doing nothing until the day is finally over and probably have to go through another shit day all over again. You acted like you had no will to live anymore, though you kept wishing for good luck to finally be on your side.

Christian greeted you cheerfully the second you got home, your grumpy face caught his attention.

“Hello my beautiful lady, why so grumpy?”

“Ugh, another day another crap.” You grunted.

He pulled you in and gave you a kiss on your forehead and a big hug.

“Oh, my poor baby. Want to tell me what happened today?” He softly asked as he stroked your back.

“Maybe later, I need to change first. And eat. And watching a series.”

“Okay…” He kissed the top of your head. “Hope you don’t mind having Italian for dinner because I already got us some pasta and pizza.”

“Love it. Thank you.” You slightly smiled.

One of the things you love so much about Christian is that he knows how to give you the comfort you need. Somehow he always finds the right way to lighten up your mood no matter how terrible it might be – and this night was no different.

Now you’ve changed into your comfy clothes, you went to the living room and saw Christian was already there setting up the table in front of the TV and putting on your favorite show. He saw you coming over and his face lit up.

“Come on, dinner is ready!” He said as he pulled your hand and sat on the sofa.

He knew you just wanted to lay down and relax, therefore he brought the dinner to the living room so you could lay on the sofa and have your dinner there.

“So, do you feel ready to let me know what happened today?”

You sighed.

“Yeah… This day was terrible, again. Are you sure you want to hear shitty things all over again?”

He pulled you closer and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’m all ears, my love.”

You then told him everything that happened to you earlier today. He was listening closely to you while you ranted about having to go through another difficult day – not once he let you out of his sight. He stroked your arms and your hair and gave you little kisses during. He really was empathized with you for what you went through, and he knew the only thing he could do was to be there for you – to comfort you in any way he could give you.

“Y/N, sweetheart… I’m sorry things have not been easy for you lately, but you know I’m here for you if you need anything.”

You sighed and slowly nodded.

“You know what, you are the strongest person I’ve ever known. Though life keeps throwing bad things at you, you’re still able to move forward. You should be proud of yourself! You and your resilience will never fail to amaze me.”

“Resilience? Do you mean me bitching about my problems?”

“I mean, that is the way you cope… And it is totally acceptable! I don’t mind hearing you, as you said “bitching about your problems”, because I’d rather you talk to me rather than keeping them to yourself!”

You let out a genuine smile and your eyes were already watery and red. God, what did I do to deserve a wonderful man like him? You thought to yourself.

“I… Ah, I don’t… I don’t know… I don’t know what to say…” You stuttered, your voice was breaking.

“You’ve said everything,” he chuckles, “don’t worry my love. I just said what I needed to say.”

You leaned in and kissed him on the lips. You couldn’t hold back your tears any longer, you started to cry.

“Chris… Despite all this shit, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you, and I’m forever grateful to have you in my life…” You tearfully express your gratitude for him.

He wiped away your tears then kissed you.

“I love you more, Y/N.”

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taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @masonspulisic @swimmingismywholelife @chelseagirl98 @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem

[fuxuannie]

Hello! I’m sorry if request aren’t open but if possible you can write Welt or Luocha helping/comforting their partner after they had a stressful week? Thank you I hope you have an amazing day!

↳ pairing(s) : (seperate) luocha & welt yang x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : request

↳ authors note : mwaa thank youu, i did this rlly quick b4 i slept huhu ♡♡ i love writing welt as a gentle partner it makes me so happy

When WELT sees how you trudge through the door and walk past him without a word was a major sign in and of itself. He knew that you'd come home from work tired, (who wouldn't) but at the very least you'd always relish in your husbands warmth for comfort.

At first he thought to give you space, because sometimes it's all a person needs to recover but the sounds of sniffling immediately erase that thought. He stands up and walks to your room, pressing his ear against the door to confirm his suspicion.

You can imagine the ache in his heart once he gets the confirmation he needs.

He'll turn the knob slowly, peeking into the darkness of your room as the small crack of light is enough to highlight how you looked on your bed.

You're a mess, tears rolling down your cheeks as you curled up into a ball while hugging a pillow for any form of comfort. He doesn't say anything, but he approaches slowly and lays down behind you.

Welt doesn't do anything but wait quietly, until something gives him the sign that he can comfort you. Once you turn to face him, your face filled with tears thats when a small 'Oh darling.' escapes his lips.

He'll have his arms wrapped around you securely, whispering small words of comfort until you feel like talking. There are ocassional kisses to your forehead and a much more often gesture of him wiping away your tears with his sleeve.

He'll listen for hours on end, he won't sleep or rest until he'll stop hearing your sniffling or cries. But if you're not the crying type, then he'll simply be there for you. He won't say anything, but his arms around you provide a comfort no one else can bring.

In the morning, I think he'll either make you breakfast or a nice bath so you can wash yourself up. He'll focus on taking care of you till you feel better. ๑´ ³`)ﾉ

LUOCHA has an odd six sense with you. No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to hide your true feelings when it came to him. It was like looking through glass to him when he'd look at your moods.

So the worried expression on his face wasn't hard to ignore when you answered "I'm okay."

You want to act like you can get out of this, but you knew your boyfriend was persistent. He had good intentions but you didn't know how to open up about your own problems, as it was never something that came naturally from you.

You moreover sigh in defeat, joining your boyfriend on the couch as you lay on his lap. "Shitty day, actually.. shitty week."

He'll listen to you angrily rant about co-workers, unfair job assignments, burnout and things of the such. All while using his limited knowledge on how to soothe and relax a person while doing so. He may rub your temples, or run his fingers through your hair, give you a massage and all things of the sort.

If you ask him to, he'll prepare you a nice comfort meal with some fluffy blankets and your favorite movie or series to watch. Just to destress and such, he'll even indulge in that one series you've been BEGGING to watch with him but he refuses to just for the sake of doing so.

"The things I do for you." He'll say with a chuckle, letting you rest on his chest as you two watch whatever you chose.

He's just happy to see you relaxed again.

[nogenderblender9358]

Sorry long post/ Rant but it’s important

okay so this is kind of a post I’m not like super excited about making. I’ve been struggling with writing recently. Struggling with having motivation. Every time I sit down to write nothing comes out. I feel so bad because I have like 5 or 6 requests from like March that I still haven’t finished.

I had such a big Yellowjackets hyper fixation that’s why I started writing. But now I feel it dying down. I won’t stop writing for Yellowjackets. But I don’t know if I’m going to be doing requests. I have a fic series I want to write with Taissa but I want to do it on my own time. I can’t write a Yellowjackets fic in a few days anymore.

but at the same time I’ve been watching The Boys and Gen V and I’m feeling another huge hyper fixation coming on. I watched 4 seasons of The Boys in like a week maybe less. I’m not done Gen V yet but I really really wanna write for it.

It feels shitty to stop accepting requests for Yellowjackets and then go and do requests for The Boys and Gen V but I really want to. I will for sure keep all the Yellowjackets requests. And I hope one day to finish them but I just can’t right now. And the longer I wait the more I dread finishing them.

I’d love to keep writing Yellowjackets fics but at the same time I write for myself. I write because I love to write and I don’t want it to feel like an obligation.

sorry to those who followed me and my writing account for Yellowjackets fanfiction but my materialist is still up I won’t be deleting any fics. But I think I want to open up the possibility for writing for The Boys and Gen V. And also there is like no fics for the characters I love and want to read about. And I also have ideas and I want to write for them.

I’m thinking the new season of Yellowjackets will bring my hyper fixation back. It really makes me upset loosing it because it did such great things for me. It’s the reason I started writing, the reason I met my girlfriend. But I don’t want to write shitty fics just to finish requests.

I don’t know if I’m just in a mood maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and want requests but I’m just putting it out there for people to know. If I do want requests it’s probably gonna be for specific characters because I just have no motivation to write for certain characters. I don’t love them as much as others

thanks everyone really the support on my fics is wonderful. But for right now I’m pretty sure I’m taking a Yellowjackets break

[louisisalarrie]

Before the MET gala, TR was papped going to the hotel where all the celebs stay and she was holding a hat

Its the same hat Harry is wearing in that new picture

So confused as to why theyve chosen HATS as the stunt accessory. Its easier in one sense that its chill,its not PDA but on the other hand it makes Hettries go absolutely crazy because iTs SO CuTE (they just ignore the umbro shirt)

To me, because its such a chill stunt, its harder to see its a stunt if that makes sense (i suppose thats their whole goal).

Anyway im really really manifesting a BUA soon but also kinda thinking maybe itll last out til before HS4 and then H will say something like all the songs were written before tour finished like he did with Harry’s House so people cant connect any of the songs to her (even though Hettries still will)

Sorry I’m in a ranting mood. I tried reallly hard not to have any hard feelings towards a stunt BUT as soon as they start visibly rising in the celeb rankings (ie an invite to a prestigious event) because of their connection to Harry it gets hard.

I mean anyone who willingly closets someone but also gains opportunities ect from it is a pretty shitty person.

Anyway keep calm and larry on xoxo

That hat keeps them tied together as a “loved up couple” no matter how little photos we get of them, and saves face for harry not being with her at the met. It’s just… im glad they’ve settled on a hat and they’re not joined at the hip, but it’s still so exhausting and obvious.

And yeah, the hettries will 150% tie any of Harry’s song to whatever woman is the flavour of the week for them. I’m sure HS4 will have a song about OW, TR, TS, anyyyyyy girl he’s ever been with. Because that’s all he can write about. Because his whole dating life is super transparent and public, obviously.

I agree with you, the whole thing about it being a “chill” stunt, because it’s seen as a more mature and lowkey relationship, which correlates with harry talking about his privacy when it comes to this stuff. It’s the same reason they haven’t explicitly said “yes we are dating”, ya know? They’re trying to line it up with his brand a little differently this time around. Personally, I think they’re doing a better job this time round. It’s smarter with TR. But still very transparent, as all stunts are.

And dont worry babe, it’s just a matter of time till the BUA. it’s coming.

[miidwrites]

Break

You had seen it coming. You had noticed the absence of something for a few days now. I was trapped in my head and you could see it coming from miles away. The sex was still good. I still chatted to you every day but there was something off. It finally came to head tonight.

You know your girl is always stressing over 40 million things at once so the clipped answers to texts throughout the day just told you maybe your baby needed some quality time tonight. My text from lunch told you how shitty of a week I was having, and it is only Tuesday.

Usually I was first to get home so when you got home and had time to make us a light dinner and put together a lovely little pampering session you knew something was truly wrong.

I get home annoyed and frustrated. You hold your arms out for me and I sweep into them quickly for a brief hug and kiss before stalking off to change out of my work clothes. You frown at the briefness and chose to go to the eat-in kitchen to wait for me to join you for dinner. Asking how my day was, you can hear me ranting about the bosses and my coworkers and the work. You can hear the level of stress and frustration growing by the second in my voice. You call me in for dinner and notice the rambling stop. I rush into the kitchen to start getting things together apologizing that I should have been home hours ago and rambling out apology after apology. I notice that dinner is done and the pans are already in the dishwasher. I stop and stare fighting back tears. Apologizing again that you had to work all day and then cook for us. You shush me and tell me to sit down and eat. I stumble to my chair and look at my dinner forlorn. I have zero appetite after the stress and frustration of the day. I know it won’t go well so I force myself to eat a couple bites. I notice the glass of water you put by my plate and start to get up to get us both some wine. You stop me with a hand on my arm and say no let’s just finish our meal and the water is good for now.

I bristle at the comment. “I drank water today! I drank the whole bottle like I always do.” You notice the indignation in my tone and quirk an eyebrow. “Did you think I wouldn’t?! Sorry I didn’t realize we were back to bottle check ins.” I snap as I get up from the table to stomp to my bag. I wrench my water bottle from my bag and stalk back to the table, storms in my eyes. “Here, need to smell it for soda too?” Anger flashes in your eyes as you appraise my tantrum. You take a deep breath before speaking softly and calmly to me, “you should choose your next words very carefully.”

“Or what?” I snap. You register the moment I recognized my fatal mistake. You knew from my eyes that I hadn’t meant that to slip from my lips. But it had. You had heard me. You weren’t likely to forget it or let it pass by.

Quietly, your order me “Sit. Finish your food. Now.”

Committed to this dangerous path I am already on, “I’ve lost my appetite. I’m going to bed.” I grumble. As I slam my bottle on the table and begin to walk away. “thanks for dinner, goodnight” I throw over my shoulder as I stalk from the room.

It takes you 4 steps to snatch me by the arm and drag me back to the table. You shove me into my chair and sit back down. “You will eat, or I will pour it down your throat.” You seethe quietly. You know if this has been my attitude tonight, I probably haven’t eaten since the half ass attempt last night. I start to pull away when you trap me in my chair. Your face inches from me. “Eat the protein. Or I will purée it and tube feed you.”

Infuriated I grab my fork as you slowly pull away. You had such lovely plans for this evening and I had to just go and ruin them all.

The sound of cutlery across flatware slowly drowning out the soft music you put on is the only sounds in the room. We are both angry and the tension is rolling off both of us.

I know I should apologize and I know I should take my bad mood out on my workout classes, but im just over all of it.

You wait patiently for me to finish my chicken and some of the vegetables on my plate. Your plans have definitely changed but now you understand what is needed.

“Get up. Strip.” Is all you say to me as you clear the dishes from the table.

“Look im sorry, I know I shouldn’t have—“

You stop and glare at me. Pinning me to the spot with a look I can’t even begin to decipher. “Was I unclear?” You ask. Knowing this has drastically changed, I wisely choose to keep my mouth shut and shake my head slowly. “Do you really want me to repeat myself?” You question, your eyebrow raising slowly. Fear strikes me then, I shake my head no a little bit faster. I stand immediately and begin removing my clothes, watching you closely as you continue to clear the table and put away dinner.

Wisely I fold my clothes neatly in my chair and stay as still as possible standing next to it.

You don’t look at me. You don’t acknowledge that I’ve done as you’ve asked. You ignore me completely. Once the dishes are in the dishwasher, the food all put away, my bottle refilled and in the refrigerator, you don’t even glance at me before walking past me to the other room.

My anxiety has spiked now. I know I fucked up. I am ashamed for yelling about something stupid. I know I’ve been a little petulant lately but it’s not fair to you. I know I want to apologize. I want to grovel and ask you to hold me so I know I have completely fucked everything up. I stand there shaking as the errant thoughts race through my head. It’s been hours (maybe a few minutes) since you’ve looked at me or spoken to me or touched me. I am spiraling into internal despair in my head. My skin prickles with electricity. It snaps me out of my mental doom spiral. My head snaps up straight and I don’t dare turn.

It’s several more minutes of you staring before I hear your voice “come to me.” I turn and hold myself back from rushing to you. I take measured steps as I notice the blank look on your face and the slight furniture rearrangement. I stop just before you with my head hanging low. I can hear the disappointment in your tone and feel the temperament in the room. I hate this feeling.

You stand there appraising me before stepping back once more. You can see the defeat in the slump of my shoulders. You know, I know, I fucked up.

You take a calculated breath before addressing me. “Kneel.”

I drop to my knees instantly. Knees wide, hands upward resting on my thighs, head bowed. You smirk at the training that has obviously paid off.

You step back once again and settled into your reading chair tucked against the wide set living room windows.

You stare at me open and waiting for you. You appraise my creamy skin, the tension lines across my face and the set of my shoulders and back. You knew this was coming. You should have noticed it before now.

You address me, “I should probably apologize,” you begin. I start from the words, almost raising my head to look at you in alarm. You notice the movements and smirk before continuing. “I probably SHOULD apologize” you emphasize, “because I should have noticed it before. However, if you hadn’t been such a fucking disrespectful cunt this evening, tonight would have gone a much different direction. Now we are here. You have ruined my plans for the evening and ruined my dinner with your fucking mouth. Do you have anything to say?”

You notice the labored breathing I seem to be sporting. Smirking you notice the glistening between my thighs, yes tonight is going to be fun. “Speak.” You command.

With a shaky breath I open my mouth and softly whisper, “im sorry—“. You cut me off with “what? Come to me. Can’t hear your pathetic excuse for an apology.” I slowly crawl forward and stop at your feet. Returning to my kneel’d position, l begin again, “im sorry i was rude—“ my words are cut off by a harsh slap to my face. Tears sting my eyes as I glance up at you briefly in shock. You’ve never struck me before. You squeeze my chin in your hand and yank my face up to look at you. “I don’t believe you. You have been a cunty brat all fucking day and this is the best you can do?! Try again.”

The red mark is blossoming on my cheek as I stare in your eyes and begin again “imsorryforbeingabrat” I rush out quickly, your fingers squeezing my cheeks tighter, smushing my mouth into a pout.

You stare at my mouth, squeezing tighter. You barely register the panic that flashes in my eyes before you harshly release my face. Sitting back again, you yank me by the shoulder and pull me across your right knee. You throw your left leg over my back and pin my body down.

Your breathing is even and annoyed. “You make everything so much harder than it has to be. I work so hard to make sure that you are taken care of and your needs are always met. I treat you with respect and this is the bullshit you bring home to me?!” You ask incredulously. Your hand is heavy on my ass. You warn me, “this is not going to be nice. This is not going to be fun. You deserve this and you know it, yes?” You ask. I nod as tears prick my eyes again. You send a hard warning smack to my ass. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.” I reply immediately.

SMACK

You send another hard hit to the top of my ass cheeks. Pain radiates as you remind me, “you will fix that tone or this night will go so much worse for you. I don’t have to use my hand.” You trail off.

Panic shoots through me again. You feel me kick a little and hear my weak apologies.

“What do you think you deserve?” You question. Making me choose my punishment. You know how much I dread this and wait for me to answer.

SMACK

You send another hard hit to my left cheek. Just below your mark inked into my skin. “Answer me.”

“20?” you hear me answer with a question but strong voice. Smirking again at my response.

“Count.” You order.

As each smack is delivered, hard and with intent, my voice rings out in pain and anguish as I count through them. By 18, my ass is bright red and your hand is throbbing. You can smell the slick dripping down on to your thigh. You can hear the sniffles between each spank delivered. At twenty, the heat radiating from my bright cheeks is enough that you know how much tonight is going to hurt for me. A part of you almost feels bad… almost.

You rub and pinch my ass cheeks roughly. Telling me what a good girl I could be if I continue doing so well tonight. You push two fingers into my dripping pussy. “Look at this! How nice must I be if you are this soaked for me after 20 hits?! Maybe I took it too easy on you?” You hear me whimper in need and pain. “Awe, such a pathetic little sound. What do you need puppy?” You ask as you roughly bully your fingers hard into my pussy. You spit on my cunt, rubbing your thumb over my back entrance. “I’m not done with you yet.” You rip your hands away from me quickly. Lifting your left leg and yanking me up by the arm at the same time you turn me to look at my face.

“Oh what a mess you are, puppy!” You yank me back down on my knees and begin to undo your belt. “After all my hard work, I need a nice warm place for my cock. Take me out.” Understanding the inference, I finish undoing your belt and trousers before pulling your cock out and opening my mouth for it. You grab my hair and pull my head back, my tongue hanging out your look over my face before spitting in my mouth.

“Show me how grateful you are… I better believe you this time.”

I quickly dive on your cock sucking your head all the way back to my throat. Your hand stays in my hair, holding me down with my nose flush to your pubic bone. You hold me til my gag reflex finally takes hold and I choke on your cock. Pulling my head up slightly you angle my head so the head of your cock is bulging from my cheek. You brutalize my cheek with face fucking me like a cock sleeve. You are mesmerized by the bulging and trade off little taps to my cheek while bruising the inside of my mouth. Drool leaks out of my mouth all over your shaft and balls. The lewd choking sounds make you harder as you drag my head back and forth over your cock by my hair. You can smell me. You can see the mascara running down my face. You yank my face off your cock.

“Get on the bed.” You demand, your breaths harsh with exertion and control. I scramble to the bedroom and climb on to the bed. Everything hurts. Everything is loud and noisy in my head. You follow me into the room. “On your knees, puppy, you get fucked like the little bitch you are.”

I turn on my knees, dropping my chest down to the bed, presenting you with my still rosy ass. You run your hands roughly over my ass and watch as I wince in pain. You send another slap to my right cheek before bending down and biting. I scream out in pain. There. “Now we are getting somewhere, puppy. Here I was thinking I was being too gentle on you tonight.” You lean down to bite again leaving teeth marks next to your mark. You slap my cheek again and bite below your mark before sucking. Drawing the blood to the skin and biting you leave a mark you know will be there for days. You know this little reminder will be visible and I’ll feel its sting for a while.

Your ministrations don’t stop. You trade slaps and bites all over the round of my ass and even the backs of my thighs. I am crying and shaking before you have finished. You take a long lick of my cunt so beautifully presented to you.

“Fuck. I swear you get creamier the more you scream.” Taking another long languid swipe of my cunt you finish by tonguing my back entrance. I squirm and pant at your actions. You notice the wetness seeping out of me in rivulets. You lick up the inside of my thighs before latching on just below my dripping pussy. Leaving a painful love bite you slap my ass and then my pussy, hard, before plunging two fingers back into me. The actions have me launching myself forward in pain and pleasure.

“Think we are about ready now puppy. Get back on your knees” you command as you pull your trousers down further. I’m full with your fingers pounding into me hard. The movement never slowing, never lightening. There’s a brief lull as you pull your fingers out before you slam your cock into me deep and hard. You’ve repositioned yourself for the best leverage and deliver unforgiving thrusts. Your hips slap against my bright red and purple ass. The pain making me cry out at every thrust. You double your efforts and slam into me even hard and more brutalizing. I am crying at this point. Sobbing into the bed as my face is pushed down by the force of your hips and the weakness in my arms. You weave your fingers into my hair at my skull and pull. Yanking my back up to your chest while you drive into me. “Is this what you needed puppy? Did you need to feel the pain and pleasure only I can give you? Do you know what a good girl you’re being for me?” Tears stream down my face between wrecking sobs. You continue to pound into me until sound leaves me. You can feel the grip from my pussy, pulling you in deeper and deeper. You whisper in my ear, “give me that orgasm puppy.” As I completely come undone. I collapse to the bed with you on top of me. My breathing has hitched and stopped momentarily through my orgasm. I squirt and push your cock out with the force. Lining yourself up with my asshole, you drag some of my cum up to my ass and enter me again. I’m so tight you almost blow your load right there. You nudge into me slowly. Once fully seated in my ass, you notice my breathing is short and im in my post-orgasm comatose state. You slowly begin to move in me. Your short little thrusts so deep in my ass. You keep doing the languid movements until you hear my breathing normalize and you know im back with you.

You press a kiss to my hair, “you’re doing so good for me babygirl. Such a good girl. Let daddy finish with you. Can you come for me one more time baby?” My breathing hitches at the fullness you have provided. I nod my head for you as you keep rutting into my ass. “Good girl” you growl as I begin lifting my hips slightly to meet your thrusts. You wrap your arms around my shoulders keeping me pinned tight to your chest as you back your hips further and further for deeper, harder thrusts. My moans are guttural at the intrusion. You whisper what a filthy little girl I am for you and how no one would ever make me feel this way. You growl what a good girl I am for you and how im a perfect puppy that you could never love anyone as much. You grunt out your lewd comments and adorations as your pace gets less and less measured. My moans spurring you on, you draw your hand between my breast and wrap your long fingers around my neck. Grunting how good I am for you your pace quickens and my cries ring out. “Come for me. Come like a good girl. Come with me puppy. My perfect little puppy.” You ground out in my ear as we both cross over the precipice. You come deep in my ass and throb at the spasms from my cunt. You roll us to the side still seated deep in my ass. You run your fingers lightly around my neck as we stay connected and cuddled. It’s several minutes before either of us can speak. As I turn my head to look at you, my hand comes up to pull our mouths together. Our kisses are languid and sweet. Your cock throbs again in my ass as you slowly soften. I smile through the tear stains all over my face. “You good baby?” You ask softly pecking kisses over every single one of my tear spots. I nod against you, relaxing in your arms.

“Cmon puppy, you need a bath.” I smile against your mouth as we disconnect and scramble to the shower.

[likecastle]

Ronance Femslash February - “number”

Thank you, @annieofhearts, for today’s prompt: “number”. I have to admit, I kind of don’t know where this one came from--it’s only vaguely a response to this prompt, and it’s kind of blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Ronance, but once the idea got hold of me, I couldn’t do anything else. Sorry it’s probably not quite what you were expecting, but please know I still really appreciate the prompt and had fun with this! (And you can always send in another prompt to give me a chance to redeem myself!)

I’m accepting Ronance prompts all month for Femslash February. Don’t be shy! You can find previous prompts I’ve filled here.

Putting part of this behind a cut because it got a long.

“I can’t do it,” Robin whines, sprawling hopelessly onto Steve’s couch. “I can’t go on another terrible blind date with some weirdo who insists on talking about her raw foot diet the entire night.”

“Maybe this time it’ll be different,” Steve says from the kitchen, as he sprinkles salt onto the popcorn he’s making.

Robin raises her head from the couch cushions to give him a baleful stare across the living room. “D’you remember the last one?”

Steve gives a whole-body flinch. “Nadya.”

“Nadya,” Robin agrees morosely. “And, like, sure, the sex was good, but she also stole multiple appliances from my kitchen.”

“I mean,” Steve says thoughtfully, “from what you told me, the sex was better than good.”

“I need a toaster, Steve! Bread is one of my primary food groups! And more importantly, I need to not wonder where my belongings have wandered off to after I hook up with someone. Like, what was she even doing with them? It’s not like my shitty microwave I’ve had since college was worth anything on the open market.”

“OK, OK,” Steve concedes, obviously trying to forestall a rant he’s heard plenty of times already. “So you’ve struck out a few times.”

“I know I’m not exactly a whiz with numbers, but I think it’s fair to say my recent dating history constitutes a unilateral failure by any metric. I don’t know.” She pulls one of the couch cushions over her head with a groan. “Maybe I just need to give up on the idea of meeting the perfect person and try being on my own for a while. Maybe I already had my shot at the one big love of my life and I blew it without even realizing it. Maybe it’s stupid to think there’s anybody out there who could possibly put up with me, or—”

“Hey,” Steve cuts in sternly, nudging Robin’s legs so he can sit down beside her on the couch. He lets her stretch out on top of him once he’s settled, giving her shin a reassuring pat. “You’re smart as hell and you have good taste in movies and you’re the only person I know who can always make me laugh, no matter how bad a mood I’m in. You’re gonna find someone who can see how great you are, and anyone who acts like they’re putting up with you can fuck right off, because you’re cool as shit, OK?”

“Yeah, I know,” Robin mutters.

“Look,” Steve says, “you don’t have to go on this date if you don’t want to. It’s totally fine it you want to take some time to just be by yourself. But, if you ask me—”

“Which I didn’t,” Robin points out.

“If you ask me,” Steve continues, louder this time, as if volume alone gives him the moral high ground, “you’re gonna start psyching yourself out if you don’t pick yourself up and get back out there. Like, yeah, maybe this date will suck, but if you start going into every date assuming that you’re doomed to fail, it’s gonna become a self-sufficient prophecy.”

Robin groans again, shoving at Steve with her foot hard enough that he sways onto the arm of the couch. “Ugh, I hate it when you’re right.”

“So what do you know about the girl this time?”

Robin sighs, heaving herself up so she can get at the popcorn Steve set down on the coffee table. “Not much. She works with Lois at the Reader, just moved here from somewhere back east a few months ago. Lo said she’s never really dated women—apparently she was in a relationship with this guy for, like, ever, but she’s known she wasn’t straight since high school, and now that she’s single again, she wants to, you know, test the waters.”

“You do have a weakness for emotionally unavailable bi girls,” Steve says, almost apologetically, but Robin can’t even contest it, since this is an observation she’s made herself many times before.

“The Curse of Vickie,” Robin admits with a sigh, though privately it’s not Vickie she regrets the most, but another one who got away. “Fuck it, why not? Who knows, maybe it’ll even be fun.”

“That’s the spirit!” Steve says, reaching over to steal the popcorn bowl from her.

A week later, when Robin walks into the bar and sees Nancy Wheeler, of all people, waiting anxiously in a booth, her first thought is that Steve isn’t going to believe her when she tells him how her blind date turned out. Her second thought, as Nancy spots her and breaks into a bewildered grin, is that maybe she’s finally going to break her streak.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Following up my other ask I send, my mom has been mad at me for the past 4 days, I had the worst response to a serious interview, I accidentally said ‘venti’ while I was ordering at a another coffee shop, I’m on my period, I’m more suicidal, school has been ruined, my phone is going to get checked and looked through by the teachers at my school, I had cheer practice and almost passed out and to top it all off I’am on my period. FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!

I’ve been so stressed out to the point of changing my typing style…

- 🎀

Warning: long rant

It’s alright, you can vent to me whenever you want and feel like it. And I’ll listen, as long as you need to. When the parents are mad at one it’s the worst feeling ever, and it always hurts so much. Have you tried talking with her? Though, if that’s not a possibility, I’d suggest you take a bath in the bathtub or a long shower to calm yourself. It’s very relaxing to have warm water run down your body or soak in it.

Eat something nice. Chocolate and sweets does help with bad mood, fruits too. I’d suggest you eat bananas or smt, I heard they make good mood. Who cares about weight or calories, the most important thing is that you are happy, and as long as you are happy you are the most beautiful version of yourself.

I used to write a journal when I was having a huge fight with my parents, and it really helped to write down every bad thought I had. Like how I hated everything, how sad I was. Now looking back, despite how often I wrote that, i don’t feel that way anymore.

Or, try out something new. Like a new game, read a new manhwa, a new show, listen to music… whatever it is. I’ve started playing dol and it’s really funny! I like Bailey the most :] dunno if you’ve played it before and know about it, though give it a try if you haven’t. If you don’t know how to install it on iOS I can help (it’s a bit complicated)

It’s alright to make mistakes or get turned down. That only means you have to look for other opportunities and learn from your mistakes. No one is perfect, there will always be hardships. But hey, there’s always an exit, whenever you hit your lowest point and everything feels shitty, just remember one day you can and you’ll climb high.

Being on your period is so shitty as a fellow woman I detest it too. The hormones going wild and making me emotional is driving me insane. But, it’s fine, being vulnerable is totally alright. There’s also nothing embarrassing about crying oneself to sleep, no matter what gender. Be honest with yourself and do what you think helps you to most, it’s alright to be egoistic at times, it’s okay.

I don’t know why you said schools not going very well. If it’s because of your grades, don’t be too harsh on yourself. School has just started, there’s enough time to improve. Making notes and writing them down all prettily turned out to be quite fun, it also helps with studying. Or going over the learned stuff with friends. Even if it’s less effective than learning alone, it’s better than hating it. And if it’s because of other people, we’ll, I gave you an answer a long time ago

I also don’t know why your phone is getting checked, and I know for a fact it is illegal except for special occasions (?) here in Germany. That’s simply outrageous. Your phone is something private to you and you only, that’s really horrible. I’m not sure how to help there, but if it were up to me I’d rebel or try and hide everything. Sorry for not having any advice on that one

Anyhow, about the passing out, dw. I went running today again and I also almost passed out. Cuz I went running even though it’s 31 Celsius- now I’m fine again, and by the looks of it, you are doing better too. I’m glad. If you are worried about it being embarrassing, no need to be. I can share an embarrassing story of me so that you don’t feel alone. One time, I thought a guy liked me and he was pretty cute, so I tried to flirt with him. Getting close to him and being a bit touchy. Then he outright told me, “can you keep some distance?” Guess I was picking up the wrong hints… haha… (I was so fucking delusional)

Oh god that was a ramble. Well, if you want to talk about it without other people knowing, you can always write a message to me. I hope you’ll do better after getting a good rest. In order to be in high spirits, it’s also important to take care of your body. Your soul and body is connected, your mind knows when you aren’t feeling your best and it affects your mood too. So eat and drink enough, also sleep well <3

[my-castles-crumbling]

Merry Christmas. I hate how all of us are struggling during Christmas, and it's so shitty. I'm sending you lots of love.

I just wanted to rant that, it's so fucking hard seeing everyone happy with their partners, living the life, getting jobs and just just living life, and here I am, struggling with my mental health, I can barely go through a day without having a mental breakdown and I'm struggling with my sexuality and gender </3 I just wish I was straight and that I was normal ... like, why do I have to go through shit, like what's wrong with me??? Why does this have to happen to me.

Sorry if I ruined anyone's mood. I'm just so tired.

Hi! <3 you’re not ruining the mood and I completely understand where you’re coming from. I feel like we live in a culture where people are constantly posting about all their achievements and the wonderful things they’ve gotten or done and we see what they post and wonder why we don’t have them too.

But it’s all a facade. It’s fake, so much of social media is all a lie and we need to realize that. So many people are struggling too. I don’t say that to make you feel like your feelings are invalid, I say that to try to assure you that you ARE normal. Most people struggle with what you are struggling with. It’s okay, it’s normal, there is nothing wrong with you.

The people who care about you most won’t care if you have it all figured out because they’ll want to help you figure it out! And trust me, everyone here is still figuring it out as well. We’re all here to talk and help each other ❤️

I’m so proud of you for getting through the holidays. It’s not easy. I’m here if you need to talk!

[zutaralesbian]

I don’t mean this to sound accusatory because it’s honestly just curiosity and I like a lot of your takes but what are the reasons you ship gallavich when you don’t like ian? not liking both characters in a ship just always puts me off being able to ship them so I’m always interested what draws a lot of gallavich fans to them as a pair when they’re not a fan of ian?

Am I coming off as disliking Ian? Man maybe I’ve been ranting a bit too much lately lol

I don’t dislike Ian at all. He used to be my second favorite Gallagher behind Fiona before Debbie wormed her way into my heart recently. (Sometimes he still is, depending on my mood). I just happen to prefer Mickey as a character between the two. I had a rough period where my feelings towards Ian were very complicated when I first watched Shameless during the S6-S9 era (I watched when S7 was first airing and didn’t know he and Mickey would eventually be endgame). But he redeemed himself for me in S10. For all the writing flaws, S10 did sell Ian’s love for Mickey for me. And while I still think abandoning Mickey in S6 was a shitty thing to do, I can now view the situation in a way I understand it looking at the context of the show as a whole.

Most of my frustration towards Ian lately is more towards some of his fans than it is towards his character. I think some people tend to paint him as this pure being that he simply isn’t imo. And I don’t think Mickey would have fallen in love with him if he was. Ian has his moments of being very kind but he can also be pretty darn mean and says cruel things when his own feelings are hurt. He can be selfish. He can also be physically violent and has a bad temper. (It drives me nuts when people act like Mickey is the only violent one in their relationship as if Ian didn’t initiate half their physical fights). None of this makes him evil or even inherently bad it just makes him very flawed, as is pretty much every character on the show.

I too, would personally struggle with loving a ship where I hate half the character. But I do think disliking a character but still enjoying the dynamic they have with someone is possible.

So, yeah. I don’t dislike Ian. Sorry if I made people believe I do.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

Barbie was so good?!? Fucking loved every minute of it, but special shout-out to some things...

(BARBIE SPOILERS below the cut)

This movie was so funny, I can't get over how fucking funny and camp it was, an actual masterpiece 11/10

"This movie is overly feminist and man-hating" - THIS MOVIE AIN'T FOR YOU, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO WATCH THE SHITTY FLASH MOVIE THEN IF YOU'RE SO MAD

(haven't actually seen the flash, have seen a few clips on twitter and i'm glad i haven't, i don't want to, don't @ me)

I'll be honest, I had very few Barbie dolls growing up, I had a medium sized doll house that was not for Barbie-height-toys, and so most of my toys were random figurines collected over the years (shout-out to the McDonald's Happy Meal Narnia toys!), but I was still getting pumped at the beginning of this film when the narrator went into detail about how Barbie can have any career, any life she wants etc.

The attention to detail in Barbie-land, like the pools/sea are all flat and not actually wet, there’s no actual liquid in the cups when they drink, no water in the shower etc.

Look, I will fully admit that HOTD has fucked my brain and my taste in men up, and so I'm blaming that for me looking at Ryan Gosling as Ken and going "yes I would like to obliterate that twink" 🙈

There were a lot of kids in my screening who absolutely did NOT get the "beach you off" joke, meanwhile I was sitting there laughing embarrassingly loudly like an idiot

Why was Allan a whole ass mood, I'm sorry but he was so relatable, arguably the best character I fear-

I like that weird-Barbie is basically what a lot of girls go through with their Barbies at a certain age by cutting off their hair, drawing on them with pens, etc. Like that’s a mood, my sister and I used to wash our Barbies’ hair and draw fake tattoos on them with felt tips 💀

“Do you ever think about dying? 😃” took me out oh my fucking god 💀 I already had one existential crisis this weekend watching Oppenheimer, I don’t need another one from Barbie of all things 😭

The way Ken says “because we’re boyfriend girlfriend” has the most random place in my heart and I don’t know why lol

The sheer horror over Barbie having flat feet LMFAO

Weird-Barbie having the dog where you feed it pellets and then use the tail so it shits the pellets back out?!? Me and my sister were like "oh my fucking god" because we literally had that fucking toy lmfao

Weird-Barbie talking about Ken's smooth plastic bulge, I literally CHOKED-

Honestly just... Barbie entering the real world and being confused that men treat her like a sex object, being super uncomfortable, meanwhile Ken's like "they're looking at me appreciatively!"... oof

I nearly choked on my drink when Barbie loudly declared "I don't have a vagina and he doesn't have a penis!" like?!?!?

Barbie and Ken getting arrested not only once but TWICE... oh that's the content I'm living for lmao

I’m so so SO glad that the scene with Barbie and the elderly lady was kept in, I shed a tear because it was so beautiful and simple. When Barbie said that the lady was beautiful?!?! I’m a mess just thinking about it 😭❤️

Pleasantly surprised by the sheer amount of horsey content in this film like yes, that's 100% what the patriarchy should be, it should be about Kens riding horsies :D (I’m aware this is NOT the only thing that happened lmao I’m just saying that the world would be a better place with more horses)

America Ferrera is a fucking QUEEN and I adore her, I know HTTYD is over but she will always be MY Astrid, aka Chieftess Queen and Dragon-Rider

Not gonna lie, I felt Sasha’s little monologue where she rants about the unrealistic standards set by Barbie like I see both sides of what Barbie represents and how she can be viewed and I get it. Like on the one hand, hooray for girls growing up having a doll that can show them they can be Presidents, Nobel Piece winners, doctors etc., hooray for all the feminism to come from Barbie. But also you could argue that there’s unreal expectations in regards to Barbie’s body shape, and that when we girls grow up into women, we realise that the Real World is not as simple as what we dreamt of while playing with Barbies, that our world doesn’t revolve around having women in positions of power, that we still very much live in a society where women are viewed as being there solely for men, as home makers and wives and mothers, that we can have a certain amount of freedom and power but not too much etc.

Did I kind of guess "hey maybe it's not the daughter who has triggered Barbie's crisis, maybe it's the mother"? Yes, I guessed that early on but I still loved it anyway

I have no idea how Greta Gerwig got Mattel to agree to this script but holy shit, she must be magical or something

The spirit of Ruth Handler, aka THE creator of Barbie who named the doll after her daughter?!? Played by Rhea Perlman?!?!

Also I've only just learnt, after looking at Ruth Handler's wikipedia page, that Ken was named after her son?!?! Barbie and Ken are siblings?!?!

JOHN CENA AS MERMAN KEN?!?!

My sister was so delighted by the amount of Sylvester Stallone references in this film omg

DEPRESSION-BARBIE I WAS IN LITERAL FUCKING TEARS I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING, AND SHE WAS WATCHING BBC'S PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?!? WHILE EATING SWEETS?!? I CANT STOP CACKLING AND CRYING

Depression-Barbie also comes in other variations, including an anxiety one?!?! 🤣

I shit you not, I NEED America Ferrera to be nominated for supporting actress for all the awards because holy fUCK, her monologue?!?! That monologue?!?!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ROB BRYDON AKA UNCLE BRYNN FROM GAVIN AND STACEY IS SUGAR DADDY KEN?!?!

“We mothers stand still so our daughters can look back and see how far they have come.” - STOP I WAS ALREADY SOBBING

The Helen Mirren fourth wall break where she says that if the filmmakers wanted us to believe that Barbie was no longer pretty, "they shouldn't have cast Margot Robbie in this part", literally ICONIC

KEN’S FLUFFY TIE DYE HOODIE THING THAT SAYS “I AM KENOUGH” ASDFGHJKL I WANT ONE

Ridiculously glad that Ken and Barbie didn’t get together to be honest, yes I get it that Ken is designed as a boyfriend for Barbie but also it would have sucked to have this whole film play out as it did and then have them end up together 💀

The soundtrack of this film was IMMACULATE, 10/10, five stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

There’s a definite message and commentary here but I’m too stupid and tired to write it out, so I’ll reblog it from the people who are smarter and more eloquent than me instead but oh my good this film was such an amazing piece of cinema

This isn't everything about the film obviously, there was a lot going on and I'm still mentally processing it so I might add more to the post later but wow, just… wow.

[scaly-pawz]

sorry for all the ranting or venting i’m kinda in a shitty mood / state at the moment