#the vibe is simply incomprehensible

[hopeinthebox]

late to the party as per but finally giving this one a go - AND pestering some music favs with a tag <33 @cordiallyfuturedwight @banghwa @thvinyl @aprylynn @pauls-mccharmly @monismochi @thatredwine @huhfeatjhope 💜 and anyone else who fancies a go

[xidnaf]

Finding out that my favorite linguistics youtuber is a queer tumblrite like me feels like running into your teacher at the grocery store and I love it

<3

[cuteniarose]

Is this anything

[jamminvroomvroom]

4k celebration

i want to see feral lando. dom lando. choking and degrading and rough lando. maybe a bad race, maybe flirting with another driver. weeknd vibes lando. rough rough rough lando.

heat.

ln x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which lando fucks you until the sun comes up :)

i am. feral. there are no words to describe how unhinged i am over this, this is super self indulgent and i cannot thank you enough anon hehe - lemme know what y’all think ily! <3

songs to set the mood: earned it by the weeknd, novacane by frank ocean, heaven angel by the driver era

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp with a bit of plot, choking, crying, swearing, overstimulation, neck? riding? (hehe), degradation, a slap or two, soft dom!lando, also not so soft dom!lando (he switches up a bit), just feral unhinged vibes

2k words

foreglow:

the glow of light appearing in the sky preceding sunrise

-

the sunrise casts a tangerine foreglow over your bodies, the bed, everything the light can touch.

lando’s slumped against the headboard and you’re sprawled over his lap, legs hooked over his, with his hand working between your thighs.

it’s been hours. he’s had you spread out for him, countless positions and locations utilised. you were paying for your behaviour over the race weekend, but really, it was all his fault.

he’d been too cocky, looked too good, the australian air getting to his head. you’d been glowering at him since you’d arrived in the land down under, watching in erotically charged horror as he paraded around looking, to put it simply, slutty. tight shorts, arms out, neck on display for all to see. his fucking neck. god, it looked so thick, flexing every time he turned to smirk at you. the heat rendered you delirious, and so did he.

and you couldn’t even think about that fucking daddy bracelet he’d been sporting.

you decided you needed payback, in the form of some carefully constructed, harmless flirting with everyone from the mechanics to the guys on the pit wall old enough to be your father. but lo and behold, it worked, and that’s how you found yourself in this position.

the position in question?

being fucked every which way lando deemed fit until the sun came up.

“you learnt your lesson yet, baby?” lando grunts into your ear, pinching your clit between his fingers.

your thighs are soaked, shaking uncontrollably, and your head has lulled back against his shoulder. you’re breathing heavily, your back flush against his front and he’s restless. you’ve lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve been pushed to.

“lan.” you breathe, eyes fixated on the bracelet adorning his wrist. the kitschy trinket sends liquid fire down your spine and you spasm as he continues to swirl his calloused thumb over your clit.

“that’s not an answer.” he tuts, slipping his fingers through your slit until he’s circling your weeping entrance. you’re coated with slick, some of it his from where he’d fucked you up against the wall a good few hours ago. “have you,” he kisses your shoulder, trailing his fingers that were digging into your hip up your belly. “learnt your lesson?” his teeth sink into your flesh at the same time he pinches your nipple.

you gasp out a cry of his name, slurring incomprehensibly, “yes, yes, ‘m sorry, i’m so sorry.” you sob. his chest rumbles cruelly with laughter and you’re hurtling towards another release, the overstimulation making it easy for him to get you off.

“that’s all you needed to say, honey.” lando coos condescendingly.

as if he’s rewarding you for owning up, two of his fingers sink into your entrance, sliding deep. the sound of your wetness sends your eyes rolling back as he scissors his digits in and out of you, speeding them up into a delicious grind. you’re a mess in seconds, slumped into him as close as can be. kisses over your neck soothe you and you feel the wet rush of your release approaching quicker than you can comprehend it. you gush all over his fingers, dripping down his wrist, coating that annoying fucking bracelet.

“there you go, baby. so good for me.” he whispers, slowing his thrusts. “can you turn over for me? want you to look at me.”

you pant as you wriggle around in his arms until you’re straddling his lap. you can feel yourself dripping on him, his thick length sliding between your folds. the exhaustion renders you languid, ready to let him do just about whatever he wants to you next.

lando cups your breast, stroking gently over your nipple while he runs his tongue all over his long fingers. he loves to make you watch, torturing you until you’re needy for another release.

“you think you can do a few more for me?” lando smirks, bringing the fingers that he’d just licked clean to your other breast, fiddling with your other nipple. he has you rolling your hips against him, inadvertently chasing another high already. he loves it, revels in how he can reduce you to this, so desperate that you’re grinding down on his cock, a wet mess in his lap, all for him.

“yeah, lan.” you nod profusely, your tired eyes locked with his. the early morning sun hits them enticingly, making them sparkle green in the warm light. he looks disgustingly gorgeous like this, soft and yours, resting against the headboard, curls spilling over his forehead and into his eyes. if you didn’t know that he was mulling over a million twisted ideas in his brain that involved resorting you to tears of pleasure, you’d think he looked adorable.

“good.” he grins. “not even nearly done with you.” he looks evil; your thighs clench around his hips.

without moving you off of his lap, he uses his strength to slide down the bed until he lays flat. he beckons you to crawl up his body, and you find the strength to wriggle over him, thighs resting on either side of his neck when he stops you.

“you gonna slide your pretty little cunt over my neck?” lando asks, wrapping his huge hands around your thighs. you gulp, staring down at him dumbfounded. “don’t look at me like i’m crazy, baby. you think i don’t see you staring at it with that special little look in your eyes?” he teases. “get to fucking work, i’m not gonna ask again.”

hesitantly, you lower yourself against his his skin, flaming red with embarrassment and lust. you can’t lie and pretend that you aren’t utterly enticed by this, that you aren’t leaking down your thighs at the prospect of sliding your pussy along his tanned, flexed flesh. the adventurousness of the escapade makes your legs tremble, nerves eating you alive, but it’s all worth it when you feel that first glide.

you curse out, loud and breathy, the new sensation creating lewd sounds between you. he’s obsessed, staring up at you in mischievous awe as you rock your hips backwards and forwards. you tangle one hand in his hair, tugging hard in sheer desperation, while the other hand balances you against the headboard so you don’t crush him. he guides your hips like he wants to die like this, suffocated by you and everything you have to offer him.

“oh my fucking god.” you choke out a moan, jaw hanging agape as you continue to slide against him. every time you move forwards, you feel the delectable prickle of his trimmed facial hair scratching against your inner thighs and your eyes squeeze shut each time, pure pleasure bubbling in the pit of your belly.

“you have no idea how fucking good you look.” lando rasps, digging his fingertips into the meat of your thighs. you’re so tense, teetering on the very edge. the strength he possesses, his composure while you’re sitting on his fucking neck makes you throb.

you gaze down at him, feral, and it does something to him, because he’s yanking you up onto his parted lips, burying his face as far as it will go. you yelp, collapsing into the headboard as he holds you down on his tongue, lapping up your mess.

“can taste us.” he mumbles into the flesh of your cunt, barely audible, but you hear it and it makes you shiver. you black out as your orgasm hits, your ears ringing as bliss courses through your limp body like a delicious electric shock. your nerves are shot when he rolls you onto your back.

“fucking heaven.” lando groans, crawling over you as he licks his lips.

he’s invigorated by the taste of you, how spent you are, and how it’s all his fault. you can’t string a sentence together, but you’re grabbing at his toned body like you’re begging silently for more, anything. he needs to drive into you, fill up up, make you remember that your little games will always lead back to this, the reminder that you’re his.

“you sensitive, honey?” he growls, hand sliding between your legs while his necklace rests in the valley between your breasts. you whimper at the sensation, overloaded, nodding. you both know you need more; he needs more. “tough.”

lando practically folds you in half when he fucks into you, giving you no solace in adjusting to him. he ruts into you hard, fast, unrelenting as he sinks deeper and deeper with every thrust.

“you’re gonna behave from now on. you don’t need to make me jealous for me to fuck you.” he grunts. his slaps your hip, the harsh snap leaving a sting that has you convulsing. “this is what you deserve isn’t it? whoring yourself out because you were a wet mess for me all weekend.”

you whine his name, sobs wracking your body. he feels utterly divine hammering into you like life itself depends on it. you’ve lost track of where he stops and you begin, stars behind your eyes that turn into butterflies festering in your belly. you’re so full, flushed beneath him, gushing every time he opens his dirty fucking mouth.

“crying for me, love?” he mocks, lowering himself to get even closer to you, his tongue finding your tears tracks and licking the salty residue away until you’re shuddering.

“please, lando, please, told you i’m sorry.” you plead, begging for something undisclosed, but it’s okay, because he knows exactly what to do with you.

“be fucking quiet.” lando coos once more, sickeningly unsympathetic.

but you can’t help it, whimpering out his name, begging for some form of relief, or mercy, or for him to just fuck you impossibly harder. how can you be quiet when he’s tearing you so perfectly apart?

lando doesn’t like being disobeyed, so when you continue to sob, loud and lewdly, his hand finds it’s way to the base of your throat. your jaw goes slack, wheezing at the intense rush you get when he squeezes slowly, and you can’t help but let go.

“fucking- lando!” you writhe.

“i know, baby, i know.” he shushes you, hooking your leg even higher so that he can bury himself as deep as possible.

you spasm hard, impossibly tight around him and he stutters, collapsing you both hard into the mattress. you hold him so, so tight as he cums, shooting into you. you can feel him leaking out of you already, white hot, and laying there in a heap of sweat and adoration. he breathes a laugh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“are you okay, honey?” he whispers, kissing your collarbone.

“just peachy. a bit knackered.” you giggle, tangling your fingers into his damp curls.

“so, you liked the bracelet then?” he teases, nose bumping against your cheek as he raises his wrist to your eye line.

“i think it needs a clean.” you wrinkle your nose, thinking about what the beads had been exposed to over the last few hours.

“let’s shower, hm? then we can watch the sunrise.” lando suggests, sitting you up slowly.

“you’re gonna need to carry me.” your legs are still quivering.

“anything for you.” he says, hand over his heart.

-

45 minutes later, the sun is sitting pretty, high in the sky.

7:26am, the clock reads. the melbourne skyline glimmers hot with the rise of a new day.

you’re snuggled into his side, wet hair cooling the heat of damp skin. your eyes flutter, barely fighting the urgent need to sleep.

“you have no idea how much i love you.” lando caresses your stringy locks, pushing the hair from your eyes.

your bare bodies mould together, basking in the orange of the dawn.

“love you.” you mutter, brushing your lips against his chest in an open mouthed kiss. “promise i’ll start behaving.” you snicker.

“but baby, you know i love it when you’re bad.”

“okay, i’ll remember that… daddy.” you retort, a teasing lilt to your tone.

he ignores the way his blood rushes south, too conscious of your exhausted body - and his own - to climb on top of you and fuck you until the sun sets once more.

“get some sleep.” he whispers through gritted teeth.

you sink into sleep while he watches over you. the view from the hotel room is gorgeous, breathtaking, but why would he give it even a millisecond of his attention when he has you?

-

head? empty.

-

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[decimateddreams]

hi kind of random but i was just randomly happy today? and i dont know i just love you so much. i was thinking about shooting stars and how hot they would be if we held them and pages with the corners torn off because they were used to write little notes to your friends and ice cream that starts melting and gets all over your hands and singing out loud in public spaces and sunrises and sunsets and stray cats and graffiti and friendship bands and laughing so hard your cheeks hurt and just…being happy

i wish i could bottle up this feeling i wish i could give you this happiness i wish i could take a piece of the blue,blue,blue sky and mail it to you i wish we could go to grocery stores together i wish i could fall down and laugh at myself with you i wish i could take a star from the sky, just one, and give half of it to you.

i am so happy. you make me so happy. i love you.

~shy anon

hello i missed you!!!! this is so much like 2020 in the best way possible. i am so so glad you are happy like this you're making me incredibly happy too!!

:')))) this is all vibes,, again. wait i will explain my full reaction (it was!!! a reaction!!) in the tags i need you to know.

it's sunny today and warm!!! and there are clowds but i can see the sky and this ask is just SUMMER :D and the parts of 2020 when nothing mattered and You!!!! and we are sitting on your balcony with the plants and the stupid pigeons because this is how it's always meant to be :')

one day we will do EVERYTHING we can spend all day together and just. live life. go to grocery stores and the beach and the library and get slushies and ice cream and it wouldn't matter what we do anyway because it'll be US!!! we can talk and wander around until we're totally lost because that isn't what matters at all. and we can watch the same stars right next to each other, not just from thousands of miles away.

you make ME so happy all the time i love your asks so so SO much. if i ever discover anything ever i am totally naming it after you. i hope it's a star,,, that would just be Perfect. i love you too <333

[natigail]

Dan and Phil share so many hours with each other and yet getting a glimpse of how they communicate when they are apart or just too tired to speak out loud feels like something so special. The fact that it's a series with multiple episodes now, and they openly acknowledge it as tradition is so lovely!

You can hear them in their texts - even as incomprehensible as some of them are - and the vibe of how they exist with each other in that space. On top of that, when they're filming these videos, they share the behind the scenes stories.

What do you mean Dan only talks to Phil on the phone when he's in a taxi and Phil makes up stories rather than having a normal conversation? What do you mean Phil took a photo of sleepy Dan wearing his glasses and then sent it to him randomly? What do you mean Love Game by Lady Gaga is one of their most listened to songs because they play it on a game? What do you mean Phil called his mum for Dan when he got burns in the shower while in Germany? What do you mean Dan sends selfies while across the world? What do you mean Dan's phone number is the one connected to Phil's Deliveroo? What do you mean they use emojis and try to make up the best sounding fake words? What do you mean Dan threatens to kill Phil for forgetting to shut a drawer?

And even with everything listed here, there's still stuff I'm forgetting. There's so much packed into almost every quip, a little window into how they are when they are at ease. At home and with their home person. The easy banter and playful teasing just compliment the vibes while they sit and laugh so loudly at stuff they've already seen before. Because seeing it again together and reminiscing will never not be funny.

I've watched their faces a lot this year with the return of the gaming channel and yet I barely could keep my eyes off them in this video. Several times I would rewind the video to carefully watch an expression again, or simply because I had completely forgotten to look at the text while staring at them.

So much life and love in the way their eyes creases, their smiles flash without abandon and they lean closer and closer to each other. Always in orbit, always tethered. This video was truly a gift and I am so incredibly happy that we got another one, and I hope it does become a tradition that continues for a while longer. Thank you, Dan and Phil!

[hardly-an-escape]

prompt for your roadtrip if you're interested, no pressure at all: hob assuming dream wouldn't be tech-savvy because of both his general inhuman vibe and fishbowl timeout, but it turns out that when you contain the collective unconsciousness of every single living thing, you understand a lot of things. dream is like do know how many people have stress dreams about email. i am all of those dreams

ooh thank you anon, you're going to get some random headcanons and meta braindump! I love this idea and it reminds me of that post going around where Dream is somehow able to speak in emojis 🤣

I feel like this kind of aspect of Dream's character is actually really underrated in fics? he is weird and reserved, but he's not stupid and he's not inexperienced. I think he just doesn't always know how to connect the knowledge he has via the collective unconscious to a real world application. that is, he knows everything but doesn't know how to talk to people about it.

I think where this could get really interesting is in a retired Dream scenario. how much knowledge does he retain during the transition to humanity? is he starting over from zero, or does he keep what he already knows (and simply can't add more to the sum total)?

it would be fascinating to see him stumble through typical human experiences like job applications and emails and doctor visits if he only has theoretical knowledge of them. like, I can watch a hundred videos on making omurice and describe in great detail all the steps to do it, but the first couple of times I try to actually make it I guarantee you I'm going to fuck it up. is it like that for Dream as well?

does he go to make a cup of tea for the first time (I contain the records of every cup of tea made in dreams, Hob, I think I can handle it.) and completely seize up? because the gulf between seeing it done in dreams and doing it with his own two human hands is so incomprehensibly vast?

come and drop a prompt in my inbox and I'll write you a drabble while I’m being a passenger princess on this road trip <3

[lilyblackdrawside]

Ranking Arknights cats. I'm only taking corporeal cats, with two exceptions.

No. 01 Ms. Christine

I have a contractual obligation to rank her highest. Also she’s a talking cat.

No. 02 Mousse

If Ms. Christine didn’t have her very compelling arguments, then all of Mousse would be number one. Would definitely get my hand scratched up going after that fluffy belly. The one bottom left gives me bad vibes though.

No. 03 Rosmontis

Stalwart, stoic, majestic. Very pretty cat. I always enjoy looking at this one. Not necessarily outstanding, but entirely well-rounded with a strong stance.

No. 04 Mint

These cats look like they’ll ask me incomprehensible questions. The two on the sides are especially good.

No. 05 Skyfire & Blaze

These cats are on fire. Skyfire’s might also be rocks. Lava, ya know. You’d have to borrow Vulcan’s forging gloves to pet these. Blaze’s has a more docile pose than you’d expect, whereas Skyfire’s is very active. Might be fleeing to cover from the sprinkler system turning on in her presence. Again.

No. 06 Delphine

Aww mom's carrying her kitten!!!! Simply adorable, and look at how elegant she is. That eyepatch gives her a strong hint of danger and she's got such poise- This was supposed to be about Delphine, not her mom? Well, yeah kitty's cute I guess.

No. 07 Santalla

Dear Lord, look at the size of this beast! When I first looked at Santalla I thought she was a snow fox, but she's a foxy cat. With such a companion, surely it's easy to stay warm in the snowfields.

No. 08 Stainless

Look at the eepy! Very cute and very sneaky. Won’t stand out on first sight, which aids its sleeping efforts.

No. 09 Indra

What did this cat do. This cat did something, look at the face. I’ll go into my office and something will be knocked over and/or misplaced.

No. 10 Jessica

This is the most cat-like cat among these. Just a cat, happens to be here. Baseline. Looks like my hand would sink deeper into its fur than it should.

No. 11 Jalter

She's borrowed Rockrocks anxiety cat! The one in the shadows can be hard to spot, I sure overlooked it at first. I suppose they represent her two sides. She's always putting up a brave front, but still has a shaky heart. In the shadows lurks the true bravery she shows in the face of danger.

No. 12 Vendela

I do like the heatmap cats, but you can't beat Mint in that regard. The rose is a nice touch, very flirtatious.

No. 13 Heidi

Where Jessicat looks like my hand would sink into its fur, I’m pretty sure this one would take my whole arm.

No. 14 Pramanix

This cat doesn’t look happy to be here. Like it’d prefer being at home doing nothing at this moment. Well, it is Pramanix after all.

No. 15 Quercus

Or so I’ve heard.

No. 16 Morgan

I like that she has her leopards dress up in the same mesh shirts that she wears, it's good coordination.

No. 17 Dagda

Look at the muscles on this beast. Geez.

No. 18 Rockrock

This cat is doing its best to get away. It is so worried! No clue why, not like there are any exploding drones around.

No. 19 Melantha

This cat has very little presence. I recognize that a cat is here, but beyond that there’s nothing.

No. 20 Kazemaru, Harmonie & Goldenglow

There’s something wrong with these cats.

[rollercoasterwords]

rae give us your thoughts on taylor swift more specifically her rich white feminist thing she’s got going on and her influence on the current ‘girlboss’ trend and the current perception of women in media today???? asking bc i love reading your opinions on this stuff 💕

it sounds like u have some opinions of ur own lol but sure i can talk abt taylor swift! will be putting it under a cut bc i love my swiftie mutuals tho...swiftie mutuals look away im going to be mean sorry....

i mean yeah overall u kinda summed it up lol. i don't think i'd really care much about taylor swift were it not for the way she's been branded as some sort of groundbreaking feminist and subsequently played into that perception to profit ("the man" makes my eyes roll out of my skull sorry...)

i think my dislike of her was first seeded when "you need to calm down" came out--before then i just hadn't really cared abt taylor swift, knew a few songs but wasn't crazy about them, etc. but then she dropped "you need to calm down" and suddenly she was getting TONS of praise for doing SO much for the queer community and i was like. well first of all the song is bad second of all she's literally comparing her online haters to violent homophobes as though those two things are in any way equal or similar experiences third of all she's getting praised for profiting off positioning herself as a #ally. like this song and music video are not some sort of feminist praxis they are a way to funnel money into her already bulging pockets.

but because literally everyone around me (many swiftie friends) was gushing over how amazing she was for hiring all those dykes + faggots to dance behind her i felt like i was being gaslit + the fact that taylor swift was just happily accepting the money + accolades at the same time made me dislike her

when folklore came out i actually did enjoy the album which was. the first time that's happened for me lol i usually like maybe one or two of her songs and think the rest are mediocre at best but i was like huh maybe she's like changing as an artist and sort of settling into a new groove that's kinda cool. and then i didn't like evermore as much but i was still like okay cool new sound new vibe. and then she dropped midnights and i tried really hard to like it for my swiftie friends but...honestly i was shocked by how bad it was lol. just felt like a new level of low in terms of bad lyrics and the music was incredibly bland and boring to me, nothing new or interesting going on there. and then i felt gaslit again by all the swifties raving abt the lyricism of lines like "draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man" like!!! babe that is a tumblr post from 2014...

but aside from finding it genuinely incomprehensible that she gets so much credit for being an amazing writer or lyricist when the bulk of her discography is simply incredibly mediocre or straight-up bad imo (bc honestly that alone wouldn't be enough to make me dislike her; ik these are all subjective measures so even if i find it annoying to hear people rant + rave about music i think is bad it's not gonna make me dislike the artist or the people raving necessarily) what bothers me more and solidifed my dislike of her is the continuation of the way she acted when "you need to calm down" dropped. which is to say, it's infuriating enough that her fandom has sainted her, but what's more infuriating to me is the she seems inclined to play into that sainthood.

she often leans in to portraying herself as either a victim of misogyny or a #girlboss feminist. and like--this isn't to say taylor swift hasn't experienced misogyny, or that she shouldn't talk about those experiences, or that rich white women are exempt from sexism. but her feminist consciousness seems to begin and end with her own personal experiences of sexism, with no effort at a deeper political engagement made. she flies her private jet around and poisons the environment and when people try to call her out for it she sits back and lets her fans accuse anyone that criticizes her of being sexist. in fact, it seems that any criticism of her is met with accusations of sexism, which is an infuriating obfuscation.

at the end of the day, her politics such that i have seen are incredibly liberal and toothless, and her feminism seems largely focused on making herself more money ("the man" being about "getting ahead" faster, the whole thing with that one guy owning her masters centering around a dispute over property + who gets to make money, etc). she is a capitalist first and foremost, and because of that her feminisn kind of sucks, so i hate seeing people treat her as a Feminist Figure. i also think the gaylor thing is sooooo stupid and annoying and reinforces the concept of identity first and foremost as a discrete ontological category rather than something socially constructed + materially rooted. like the idea that taylor has some mystical gay Essence inside her that exists regardless of how straight her music + lifestyle is, the makes her Queer--sorry but give me a fucking break lol. i don't give a shit if she kisses other girls, taylor swift is not a Queer Icon, and i don't understand why people desperately scrabble to find proof that she is when there are already plenty of openly gay pop singers!

in conclusion taylor swift is the epitome of #girlboss liberal feminism to me and her supposedly genius music being aggressively mediocre is just the icing on the cake lol

[aronarchy]

see & this is why the “narc abuse” community has such strong overlap with radfems—identifying the root of patriarchal violence as “a uniquely destructive physical power” is bioessentialist (and antifeminist; feminist theory recognizes patriarchy & misogynistic violence as sociogenic phenomena, and the “biology” myth was first peddled by patriarchs) (and of course, cissexist, brushing aside much of the dynamics that make up the gendered violence trans people experience). and look, narcissists are apparently “disproportionately likely to abuse” & we apparently have a “uniquely destructive [neurobiological] ability to manipulate others”! this is completely disaligned with, again, any decent theorizing on abuse/abusers, “they have unique Capability(tm)” is obviously false and has been debunked numerous times by numerous researchers & survivors and is a myth which feeds the idea that abuse is only/primarily/significantly committed by Abnormal People bc of Abnormal, unpredictable/incomprehensible, immaterial/random causes instead of results of systems & ideology & choices (and people-who-can-use-the-DARVO-playbook are not some sort of Separate Species, they are simply people who have certain sets of experiences and characteristics which we can rationally trace, and also act upon/alter/prevent).

(also, maybe a bit more personal/anecdotal/less evidenced, but I get strong vibes of abuser logic from the legitimization of this idea that abusers are winning over victims so much because they are genuinely “better,” “more capable,” “smarter” and thus biologically superior etc while victims are inherently weaker & worse & thus impossible for us to escape/win or deserve to self-determine. vs, they got their advantage from various sets of events occurring but that does not make it fundamentally beyond Our comprehension and a lot of their sense of uniqueness, godtier skills wrt manipulation/control, winning etc are in reality just exaggerations & unrealistic entitlement & overinflated egos)

[slowandsteddie]

This one is for @amysnotdeadyet ! I love your sentence (which I will put in green so it’s more obvious that it’s yours)!

Hehe, this one was really fun.

I do usually write Steve’s POV. I think this is my first attempt of Eddie’s that’s for more than a paragraph. Hopefully I do our boy justice.

CW: mentions of blood, underage drinking, non-professional caring for wounds, parts can be read as Eddie disassociating so I guess I should add poor mental health, sexual/teasing banter used as a distraction

Other notes: I am not a professional and I don’t have any medical training, I’m going based on vibes here x

1274 words.

It’s my turn to be the hero

Nothing in Eddies short, strange, gay life could prepare him for the sight of Steve Harrington all grown up, covered in blood, and grinning at him like he'd won first prize.

He had wrapped his head around the whole Upside Down thing pretty easily in comparison. It did help that he had seen something incomprehensible before, though. Something that he did his best not to think about. Ever. It wasn’t a healthy coping mechanism and it really didn’t work all that great most of the time. But right now, he had a distraction. A very attractive distraction. One that should not be that hot. What was wrong with him? A lot. But that wasn’t the point.

Steve was standing in front of him now. Oh. When did that happen? Who closed the distance? Vaguely, he was pretty sure that it was him. His hands, of their own accord, went to Steve’s shoulders and grasped on to the blood soaked material there.

“Are you hurt? Is any of that yours?”

“I’m fine, Eddie,” he murmured softly.

There was something in those eyes that he was trying really hard to not read too much into.

“Great. Now answer my second question.”

“I’m fine,” he repeated as he started to slump.

“Bullshit,” Eddie said simply.

He was surprisingly strong, something that he was grateful for at the moment, because he scooped Steve up into his arms so gently before carrying him to the van. Luckily the side door was open because he needed to lay Steve down before he dropped him after that distance.

Huh.

He needed to work on his stamina.

Noted.

But, now wasn’t the time to let his mind wander. Instead, he buckled in the younger male and covered him with all of the blankets he could find.

“Dipshits!” He called out to anyone around to hear him. “You have fifteen seconds to be in the vehicle before I take off without you.”

Then, he got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “Shit, shit, shit,” he said.

The van started without issue. The problem was he was starting to have time to think about this and he couldn’t take Steve to the hospital. Too much to explain. Too many questions that he couldn’t answer.

He probably gave the kids closer to a minute to get in the van, and then he was driving like his life depended on it. He heard bickering and loud voices, but it didn’t sink in. All he knew was that he was going to Steve’s house. A good first aid kit and no close neighbors? It was perfect.

After he parked, he was quick to get Steve out of the van. If he was panicking, that was between him and his shaking hands. He was fine, the male he was carrying was not.

Robin opened the front door. Oh, cool. He did score a teenager with the little shitheads. She could take care of them while he took care of Steve, who was showing signs of stirring.

“Children, stay downstairs with Robin. If any of you interrupt me and I happen to be giving Steve stitches, I will nearly murder you and save you just to have the satisfaction of killing you twice. Understood.”

“In the campaign, right?” Lucas asked softly.

“Test me if you want to find out.”

He carried Steve up the stairs. Which, rude. Why were there so many of them? He laid him down in his own bed before going to the en suite and coming back with the first aid kit that he just knew was going to be under the sink.

“Where am I?” Came a groggy voice.

“You don’t know your own ceiling?” Eddie sighed. “I’m glad you’re awake. Do I have your consent to take your clothes off?”

“Trying to see me naked?”

“Yes,” he deadpanned.

“Then, yes.”

Eddie tried not to blush. Based on the look Steve was giving him, it was a futile attempt.

“I swear if you’re hot under all that blood, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Be prepared to be pissed.”

Steve joking back had to be a good sign, right?

Eddie was so careful as he stripped the younger male down to his boxers. He hissed as though he could feel the pain himself.

“This is going to be a bitch to clean.”

“Give it to me straight, Doc. Am I going to live?”

“Not if I can help it. I’ll be right back.”

Eddie came back with washcloths and a bowl of water. He looked over the guy he had a crush on and shuddered. Why was the damage so extensive?

Carefully, he started wiping the blood away from areas that weren’t as torn. Steve groaned.

“I’d offer to let you hold my hand, but…”

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You keep saying that.”

Wash, rinse, wash, new rag, rinse, wash, and repeat. Steve was taking it like a champ. His shaking was the only sign of discomfort that Eddie noticed, mostly because he refused to look at his face. He didn’t need to know how much he was hurting him while trying to help him.

He used ointment and bandages where he could, but the one of the wounds on Steve’s hip was going to need stitches.

“Do you trust me?” He asked while trying to be as gentle about applying pressure as he could to the right hip.

“About as far as I can throw you.”

“Fantastic. I'm going to need you to take a drink of this whiskey and then bite my wallet as hard as you can. Don’t want to scare our helions downstairs.”

“Let me guess. Going in dry?”

“Something like that.”

Eddie grabbed for the bottle that he knew Steve kept under the bed before helping him take a few shots worth. After about a minute, he gently eased the washcloth away from the wound before pouring some alcohol over it. Sanitizer of some sort had to be better than nothing. For the record, Steve just grunted and gripped on to the bed over the burning sensation that he had to be feeling.

Eddie took his leather wallet from his back pocket and placed it in Steve’s mouth.

“Bite down as hard as you can, big boy.”

Steve nodded.

“I need you shaking with the effort. Don’t move, though.”

Steve nodded again and closed his eyes. Eddie threaded the needle and ran the flame of his lighter over it a few times.

“I mean it, don’t move.”

Steve whimpered softly. Eddie tried to think of it as stitching together another battle vest. He couldn’t think of the fact that he was stitching skin, or he’d throw up. His hands were quick and gentle, the stitching surprisingly well done for the circumstances. Steve had screamed around the wallet when he first started, but now it was just whimpers and tears. Luckily no one came into the room.

When he was done, he took his wallet back and pushed the bottle into Steve’s hands.

“I’ll be back.”

“Don’t threaten me.”

“It’s how I express my love.”

Eddie left immediately after that, not wanting to see, or hear, Steve’s reaction. Instead he washed his hands with hot water and soap. Scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing until he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He whimpered before looking up to meet Steve’s gaze through the mirror.

“You should be resting.”

“You left before I could say thank you.”

“Say thank you by getting back into bed.”

“Kinky,”

“Shut up, Harrington.”

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe I do. Go to bed before I call Robin up here.”

[askdeoxys]

i wanted to make a full blown piece, but i didnt have time. instead, a doodle perchance. since im doing this good vibes thing with the ask prompt (ill finish it later i gotta go), i wanted to take this time for one ultimate good vibe. 

i could go on for hours, days even- maybe even years. i could spout lyrical praise eternally, but ill keep it short. i have no one to thank more than @harmonia-university​ . even though i could talk for years about how important my friendship with nori is, i will never be able to truly articulate exactly how exceptional a human being he is. i owe an incomprehensible amount to him, and this blog wouldnt still be here if not for him- let alone my presence in this community. simply put, thanks

thats my best friend and my favorite blog there, if you aint following him.. out comes the burning hammer 

[acorpsecalledcorva]

The neuroplasticity (or lack there of) of CDDs is really interesting in how it manifests over time. Because in so many ways I really am still a 5 year old child quietly crying myself to sleep, or a 17 year old girl desperately trying to establish an identity of my own in a world that feels like it has no place for me awash a sea of hormonal changes (second puberty really hits so different and yet so similar). But it also really does afford the room for real growth and change.

That change comes at a cost though, which is that I constantly feel alienated from my past selves. I cannot remember what I used to think, or why I thought it, only what I did and said and maybe what I was interacting with and try to work out my thought process from that. It's like most people are playdough, constantly being reshaped to a lesser or greater degree but still containing all that they were, while I'm Lego, I can be disassembled and reconstructed, but the pieces are solid, adding new bricks as needed and discarding those that are not (or putting them in storage at least).

We are also, of course, products of our environment. When your life is marred by identity uncertainty, we look to our surroundings to give us clues of who we might be. When I was on Reddit and browsed /r/all I would see the occasional tumblrinaction post about the plural community, fictionkins, and IRLs and think "well that's definitely not me. Discovering I was trans and coming to terms with being a marginalised identity, it was discord communities that taught me what that could mean and what I should be ready to fight against. On twitter I was lucky, I found the traumacore/empty spaces community that helped me to process the images I saw in my head that I didn't understand, and use my trauma as a tool of creation.

Taking part in the system community, it was the older focused communities that helped me to understand myself. I honestly don't know what my syscourse stance was back then, if I even had one. There are aspects of the wider online community that just don't vibe with me, some were a little damaging, others were simply incomprehensible to me. Joining Tumblr definitely shoved it in my face though.

The only thing I can imagine is that I must have thought that endogenic plurality was this "other" thing, I knew about DID, what switching and fronting and host and protector and system meant in that context, but endogenic plurality was something else that didn't concern me and I hadn't really come across it yet. So I was absolutely confused as fuck when I came here and saw people using all those "DID" words to mean something else. When anti-endos said "you can't form a system without trauma" that made absolute sense to me at the time because system meant DID and that's caused by trauma, why are people claiming to have DID things and using DID words while also saying that they don't have DID? Actually I do still kinda think the terms should be separate but it's not a battle I can be fucked to argue about anymore.

Because the point is that while online spaces might not change all that much, and there will always be people who join those spaces and be influenced by the culture in them, there are always other spaces that will influence them differently. So while it's absolutely frustrating as fuck to see anti-endos repeating the same horrible origins discourse, and endos saying fucking awful stuff like "I think traumagenic systems cling to trauma as a cause because they feel insecure about being a system", we need to accept that it will still keep happening while the spaces exist and remember that the people from those spaces are the ones with the opportunity to change. To learn, to see things from a different perspective, and most importantly grow.

And if they refuse to? If they keep spouting the same points over and over and over again, refusing to back down or learn, reigniting old arguments and digging stuff up from the past because they just can't let go of it? Just leave them to it I guess, we'll all be off making ourselves and each other better ^^

[birlwrites]

okay but Barty and Regulus are already pretty codependent—not as bad as 1st year but they're still practically tied at the hip. but how are they like after a month of basically living in each others' pockets? a few hours apart here and there when Barty had to attend dinner or spend time with his mom is Nothing. they can anticipate each other like never before. they finish each others' sentences (it's really annoying).

after the initial shock of Regulus' reappearance wears off, the other 5th year slytherins start an informal study of Barty&Regulus. Evan gives insider knowledge because he's forced to share a dorm room with them. Maeve reports back every instance of their weird new psychic bond being used in ancient runes. charlotte says she doesn't care but she keeps an updated copy of their list of all their observations, because she can always do with more things to study and this is an interesting case

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

neither of them can really shake this constant fear for regulus's safety - whenever they're out of sight of each other, they both get antsy really fast. 1 week into the term barty starts getting up early for quidditch practice because he tried to sleep through it like he normally does and the result was that both he and regulus were just OVERRIDDEN with anxiety by the time that regulus and evan returned to the dorm. regulus straight-up joins runes club because barty is there. neither of them can focus during the one (1) class they don't have together. they have constant silent facial-expression-based conversations during potions since it's their only shared class where they can't sit next to each other but they're at least in the same ROW so they just have to kind of lean in awkward directions to look past maeve who's considering simply suggesting to regulus that they switch seats but also she's not sure this is healthy so maybe she shouldn't encourage it

they can't do anything about prefect rounds and evan learns very quickly that HE will not be able to sleep when regulus has late rounds because BARTY is not able to sleep when regulus has late rounds and his pacing and overall negative vibes just make it impossible to relax

barty did not have to fake his relief at regulus's reappearance when regulus arrived at hogwarts after his solo public transit adventure, nor did regulus have to hide his relief at being back with barty again

evan's insider knowledge includes regulus newly gravitating to barty's side of the room All The Time instead of his own - the first time evan sees him doing class readings sitting on barty's bed instead of at his own desk, evan is positive he needs to get his vision checked. regulus also seems to be kind of unconsciously tidying up everything barty leaves on the floor, and more surprisingly, barty tOLERATES IT. and even more surprisingly, REGULUS UNDERSTANDS BARTY'S SYSTEM OF ORGANIZING HIS STACKS OF PARCHMENT THAT EVAN THOUGHT WAS FULLY RANDOM AND INCOMPREHENSIBLE

[itsclydebitches]

It would be... remarkably depressing if RWBY was cancelled post-Volume 8 but pre-Volume 9. I wouldn't put it past Warner Bros. Discovery, per se, given the number of finished/near-finished projects that they've canned recently, but thinking about the situation the world and our heroes are in post-Volume 8... whew, lordy.

A Kingdom lost forever. Two others still recovering with no reliable way of reaching out to offer assistance to anyone. Two Relics in Salem's hands. Our protagonists - including both team leaders - trapped in an alternate world. There is hope, but it's so small as to be horrendously bleak.

I think I mentioned in another ask that there's a part of me that would like a post-Volume 8 conclusion better without the Volume 9 trailer. Because I agree that yeah, either version of that ending is depressing as hell and, crucially, not what RWBY was aiming for. Wild theories aside, I don't think anyone can persuasively argue that RWBY is supposed to end with the heroes loosing and Salem successfully dooming the world. For all its missteps, RWBY does not have that vibe, is not deliberately forwarding that message, and it has never implied that it wants a grimm-dark conclusion.

But if we HAVE to end post-Volume 8, I would have preferred a story that (inadvertently) committed to the horror it's introduced rather than hinting at a bunch of hopeful ideas--Ruby meets a helpful mouse! The girls presumably reunite! There are new enemies to recruit! They'll inevitably return and face Salem again!--that we simply never get to see because the show is cancelled. It's certainly not what the show intends, but there is (to me) something compelling about such a bleak ending. I'm a fan of horror and tragedy in a general sense, but more than that, RWBY has been toeing a line it's been too afraid to commit to. Yang looses a limb, but they're not interested in exploring the complexities of that. There's world-wide racism, slave labor, and branded enemies, but that's all solved by the occasional speech. The heroes just spent two volumes rejecting compromise at every turn, doomed a kingdom, and one protagonist mercy-killed a fan-favorite by slitting her throat... and if we get Volume 9, all of that will no doubt be hand-waved away too. There's something compelling in getting an ending that unintentionally highlights all the things RT doesn't want to admit that they wrote. Oh look, the story ends with the heroes failing spectacularly because of all the stupid decisions they've made lately, validating every fan who has gone, "They're making really stupid decisions lately." There's no longer any retcons, plot armor, or straight up, incomprehensible writing decisions to "fix" what's been in the story for 5+ years now. I won't pretend a part of me isn't satisfied with an ending that actually follows what wound up on the screen: Yang dies making the same mistake she made with Adam because she never actually learned how to control her impulsive temper. The other girls die too because they're not nearly as powerful as they arrogantly thought and their desire to get by on Just Being The Good Guys resulted in the enemy (once again) one-upping them. The citizens all die in the desert because, as seen, our protagonists never thought through how to keep them safe. And Salem wins because she's an immortal witch and the heroes have done nothing in those five Volumes to figure out how to stop her. Of course she wins.

This ending makes sense. Not based on what RT wanted RWBY to be, but based on what they actually wrote.

But, of course, it's also an ending 99% of the fandom would hate. I only like it because I desire consistency in my storytelling. I don't want a depressing RWBY ending, I want a RWBY that makes sense... and unfortunately, right now, the writing has introduced so many inconsistencies and insurmountable obstacles that a bleak ending is the most persuasive. If RT had done the work from the beginning--figuring out if they wanted a light-hearted show or one seeped in trauma, crafting a villain our heroes were capable of beating, writing the girls as consistently empathetic, intelligent fighters who balanced strategy with strength--I would never even entertain the idea of being satisfied with ending the show now. But RWBY has gone on so long with so many problems that I can't help going, "You know what? Yeah, it would suck for most of the fandom and I'd feel really sorry for them all if that happened, but I'd personally be satisfied in a 'I was expecting so much less' sort of way."

[agentstovring]

💙Smoshblr December Asks Day 22💛

Who are your top 3 favourite smosh characters? (this can be one that appears very regularly like the chosen, but also a character that might just appear in single tntl bit, etc <3)

Bonus:

What are your top 3 fave sketches and/or TNTL bits? (or any other iconic bits, that come to mind)

FAVORITE SMOSH CHARACTERS (an incomplete list):

First of all, I have to mention the person, the myth, the legend: Courtney Freaking Miller, celestial being and nonbinary icon. In a smart move, appearances are kept somewhat rare; which means the bit has less risk of getting old, and it adds to CFM's cryptid vibes. Also, "My prison name was Leg Ryan!" Flawless.

I was immediately impressed with Amanda's character work, and Sarah Christ is no exception; a lesser actress would make her too cartoon-y, but Amanda balances her right between ridiculous and completely believable.

Boneless is simply a banger of a character. I love Courtney, but in my opinion, she used to be the weakest link on TNTL. However, Boneless was the first of many excellent bits from her, and she's gotten even better since.

FAVORITE TNTL BITS (a very incomplete list):

POV: You Are A Lobster (Courtney) - This bit kills me every time; it's so simple, yet so absurd. My favorite is the first one, when Courtney did it to Ian, but they're all winners.

Pharaoh High featuring Teddy Roosevelt (Shayne and Jeremy) - I love the on-the-nose parody of high school movies; and Jeremy's voice slipping from Roosevelt to J. Jonah Jameson slays me.

The Incomprehensible Damien Bit (timestamp: 3:20) (Damien) - Hard to explain, but every once in a while, Damien will do a bit that both has 10 plotlines and no plot at all; this is my favorite example of that. He will usually do this to Shayne, and it always gets him.

Thank you for asking!