#this is tumblr the whole point of it is to go balls to the wall with the most absurd nonsense that captures your fancy ans whim

[alluralater]

haha. i’m lowkey in danger of becoming obsessed with this woman and we don’t even know each other what the fuck

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

I've seen a lot of posts and polls lately asking stuff like "would you be interested in XYZ", and like...while I understand wanting that external validation and wanting people to be interested in and passionate about your projects and all ofnthose things, it is your blog. You know that, right?

I don't mean that to sound condescending, but I genuinely think that sometimes folks, myself included, can forget that these are our blogs. Where we curate what we love on them.

Tumblr is a refuge of anonymity where you can post about whatever it is that makes you happy for no reason at all and no one can say anything about it. Because you can block people and anons, you can turn off anon and messaging and submissions.

You can create a refuge for youself here and if people don't like it then they can move on and curate their own experiences and learn to regulate and take responsibility for themselves. (Which they need to be doing anyway. Don't let anyone bully you into taking responsibility for their online experiences.)

You don't have to ask permission to share your passion projects here.

Asking permission from followers, trying to appease followers and gain their approval is going to kill your creativity.

I know first hand how badly it feels when things don't take off the way you want them too. But don't let that discourage you from being passionate and creative.

If you love what you're doing then that's enough.

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 19 - Face F*cking

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: academic rival!Changmin x afab!reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.8K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), will consider this a dark fic, face fucking, blowjob, blackmail (sexual favor - don't read if triggering) , mean!changmin, slight fingering and mentions of it, slight handjob and ball massaging, dacryphilia?, some graphic descriptions, names used (sweetheart, whore, slut, good girl - wow that's the whole quad), a bunch of swearing, reader is basically being used here, let me know if I missed any more! Proofread once, will edit later if needed.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: Did not expect how this one turned out if I’m completely honest, but here you go! This was fun to write, different tone than what I usually do! Fun fact, story was based on this little Tumblr game I did long time ago.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

“Love me or hate me, both are in my favour.”

A picture quote you mindlessly scrolled pass as you were on your phone taking a break from a paper that was due at midnight. It’s not that you procrastinated this specific essay. In fact, you could even do it in your sleep. That’s just how fast your brilliant brain works.

Today just seemed like any other normal day. Wake up, go to school, come back home, the usual routine. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. But not even your brain could conjure up the events that were about to unfold in three… two… one…

Ding dong.

You looked up from your phone, eyebrows knitting together in confusion from the sound of your front door ringing. Who could it possibly be? You didn’t plan any hangouts with friends nor did you order any takeout for dinner. You think for a moment to check if you had any deliveries coming in-

Ding dong.

You got up from your chair and placed your phone down on the desk to answer the door. As soon as you swing it open your eyes slowly look up to meet another pair of eyes you were definitely not expecting to see at all.

His figure leaning against the doorframe like the men you read in your books. But only this time, you wanted to punch him.

“Hey sweetheart. Missed me?” He smirks down at you.

“Changmin? What the hell are you doing here?” You question.

“I could ask myself the same thing-” He suddenly walks into your hallway uninvited. You scoff at his rudeness (not that you were surprised, he’s always like this with you anyway.)

“Cozy-” His eyes survey the room. “-didn’t expect you to live in a place like this especially with that icy attitude of yours.” He turns his heel to face you, you roll your eyes as you close the door and walk towards him, meeting in the middle of your living room.

“Why the fuck are you here?”

“No need to get aggressive, just here to collect that favor you owe me.”

“Favor? I don't owe you any favors what the hell are you talking about?” Your patience wearing thin as his words dance around you instead of getting straight to the point.

“Oh… you don't remember?” His eyes gleam with a hint of mischief. “Let me refresh your memory then-” He turns his back to you as he walks towards the couch and plops himself down, instantly manspreading and getting comfy as if were his own home.

“If I can remember correctly, you owe me a favor from helping ward off that jackass during Younghoon’s party. Grabbing my arm and pretending I was your boyfriend so that he could fuck off. Ringing any bells?”

“Yeah, and I thanked you for it-”

“No no no. You didn’t thank me.” He interrupts you. “You said ‘Never doing this again but I owe you one.’”

“That counts as a thank you-”

“C’mon now sweetheart. You’re smarter than that.” His black orbs staring you down, slowly making you feel unsettled. He suddenly gets up from his seat and walks towards you like a predator, slowly walking you backwards until your back hits the wall.

“Enough stalling. I’m here to cash in my favor now.” His hand resting at the side of your head.

“W-what did you have in mind?” Your voice slightly shaking. His other hands lifts to hold your chin before the corner of his lips slowly curl upward.

“On your knees…”

“I’m sorry?” Your eyes widen. Did he just-

“Are we speaking two languages? On your knees. Or else…”

“Or else what?” You try to play it cool and hide the fear coursing through your veins.

Suddenly, Changmin pulls out his phone, plays the video in his gallery, and shows it to you. You were like a deer caught in the headlights as soon as you saw the figure moving through the tiny screen. Said figure was moaning and playing with themselves like some kind of homemade porn.

It was you. It was a video of you touching yourself.

“Give that to me!” You try to reach for his phone, but Changmin already anticipated your moves by holding the phone high up beyond your reach.

“Nuh-uh. I didn't say you could touch my phone now did I?”

“Where the fuck did you get that?” Panic and anger radiating from your body.

“I have my ways.” He smiled at you as if he surprised a friend at their birthday. But this was not a gift at all.

“That was for my ex’s eyes only. How. Did. You. Get. It?” You attempt to reach for phone once again.

“Well, he's not the smartest of the bunch. Seriously you dated that idiot? Expected more from you.” He says with a disappointed tone.

“Changmin this isn’t funny. Delete that NOW!” You demand him.

“No can do sweetheart. Grant me my favor and I’ll consider. If you don’t, this hot as fuck video will be played in the auditorium for everyone to see. How will the whole school think of their precious little valedictorian now?”

As you look into his eyes, you could already tell he’s not playing around. You would know this, you see that look every time he would try to win against you. And you can’t put your whole reputation down the line. Not like this.

You gulp down the saliva in your throat and let out probably the biggest sigh of defeat you’ve ever uttered your life. You pulled the hair tie out that was on your wrist and hastily tied your hair as you sink down to your knees, looking up at him with the face of disgust.

“Such a good girl. Was that so hard?” He coos at you. “Now, get to it before I change my mind.”

You hesitate for a moment before you reach out your hand to touch his bulge. Your eyes widen in surprise and confusion as soon as you touch his already hard member.

“But you’re alrea-”

“What? You think I didn’t already touch myself watching your video?” He says this like it’s common knowledge. “Needed something to work with. And trust me, it fucking worked.” He smirked down at you.

“You’re disgusting.” You grimace at him.

“And you’re taking way too slow.” Changmin unbuckles his pants and instantly pulls out his cock from his boxers.

If anyone told you your rival’s dick was rock hard right in front of your face, you would’ve vomited. But here you are, in this exact scenario. His cock flushed pink with a hot mushroom tip oozing out with what you probably thought was the most delicious pearls of precum you’ve ever seen.

“If you want this done quick, you better listen to what I say got it?” He raises his eyebrow. You nod your head in response.

“Good. Now kiss it.” You immediately hold his length in your hand and close your eyes before giving the tip a light peck, already tasting him on your lips. You give another peck to his tip before kissing the under side of his cock. Planting each kiss gently but firm at the same time.

“Fuck that’s it. Keep kissing my cock.” Changmin hisses at the feeling of your soft lips. His hand resting on the wall the balance himself. He groans suddenly when he feels your other hand massaging his balls as you continue to leave hot kisses on him.

“You’re such a little tease you know that? That’s what I’ve always liked about you. Getting me so riled up all the time just wanna fuck the brat out of you.” He mumbles as he watches you.

You’re not gonna lie, hearing him dirty talk like that sends your core throbbing like a bitch in heat. You keep kissing his cock until you’re suddenly licking it, practically making out with it at this point.

And somehow you don’t even realize that you’ve stopped massaging his balls just to snake your hand under your skirt to rub little circles on your sensitive clit, trying to relieve the ache down there.

This action doesn’t go unnoticed by Changmin however, making him smile from ear to ear at the sight beneath him.

“Touching yourself now are we? You were always a selfish one.” He tuts.

“But that’s alright. I’ll allow it. Just thank me. Say it-”

You pause kissing his member to look up at him with a raised eyebrow, replacing it with your hand jerking him off.

“What?” You slightly tilt your head to the side

“Go ahead sweetheart…Thank me.” He holds your face with his free hand and places the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip.

“Thank me. Like the dirty little whore you are.” You scoff. Of all things, he’s still looking for that? His eyes go wide at your response.

“No? Rather take my cock instead of saying two simple words?” He pulls your bottom lip with his fingers, making you whimper from the slight tug.

“If you aren’t gonna thank me, then might as well treat you like a fucking slut.” As soon as Changmin says this he swats your hand away from his cock and grabs it firmly and squeezes your cheeks to open your mouth with is other hand and shoves his whole length inside.

Before you even have the time to process what’s going on, both his hands are grabbing your face as he fucks himself in your mouth.

Gluck gluck gluck.

That’s all the sounds you can hear ringing in your ears as Changmin groans in pleasure. He fucks your mouth with raw aggression, you’re sure your throat’s gonna bruise after this from how his whole length goes in and out. He’s bigger than you anticipated, making you slightly gag as small tears from fall from your eyes.

“You’re so pretty when you cry, especially when you’re like this.” He continues to fuck himself into your mouth. The way he manhandles your face as he quickens his thrusts has you getting wetter by the second.

And without warning he instantly shoots his hot load down your throat as his hips stutter. Swallowing the warm salty liquid as it infiltrates your taste buds… and it’s intoxicating.

You cough out and try to catch your breath as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, tucking it back inside his pants before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Such a good girl.” He looks down at you with a post orgasm haze in his eyes before zipping his pants up and walking towards the front door. Your eyebrows knit in confusion.

“W-where are you going?” Your raspy voice calls out to him.

“You didn't think I was gonna stay did you?” He turns the knob and pulls the door open.

Before he sets a foot out of the door he looks back at you over his shoulder and smiles one last time,

“You really should've just said ‘thank you’ instead…”

[lo1k-diamonds]

Far Cry 💜 Chapter 1 // Escaping

💜 Pairing - idol!Jungkook x OFC  (You can also read it on AO3) 📚 Summary - After barely escaping captivity, Jungkook is lost in a jungle on an unknown island with an injured Namjoon and an amnesiac girl. 🧮 Word count - 4.1k (Total = 426,818 (ongoing)) ✍️ Genre - Kidnapped/Lost AU (smut, action, mystery) 🔞 Rating - Explicit ⚠️ Warnings - amnesia & mental confusion, escaping after being kidnapped, being chased, gunshots and injuries (warnings for the whole story include death, grief/mourning, blood and violence, explicit sexual content, and angst)

A.N.: The first fic I ever wrote for BTS and it's still ongoing! (I'd say it's my baby, but it's grown up at this point 😅) This story is based on a videogame of the same name but the plot is totally different, no knowledge is required! If you give it a chance, know that it is smut and action-packed and shit hits the fan quite often 😅 It's my 2024 year resolution to finish it, I like my odds 💪 Enjoy! 🦋💜

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She awoke with a feeling of dread.

She was breathing, but it felt as though she was fighting this invisible force that kept pushing the air down her lungs. It was tiring. She felt extremely tired.

She was lying down. She could feel the back of her head, back, butt and legs touching something, a surface. And in turn, she could feel all of her body weight against said surface, to the point she felt that even gravity was too heavy. She couldn’t move.

She tried moving her arms and legs, but they just placidly rolled over the surface she was on. Her body wasn't functioning and she was only waking up. But as she felt her heart beat increase in her chest, limbs scraping on that horizontal place, a sense of panic grew in her.

She'd been there before. In that situation, waking up, feeling like she couldn't move, react, completely exposed and vulnerable. As her mind seemed to catch up with her body, her breaths picked up as panic started making her muscles flinch. She wasn't safe. She had to get out.

She forced her eyes open. Everything was dark, it was evening. The ceiling greeted her, dark and empty. The room was abnormally hot, or maybe she had a fever. She tried swallowing, but her throat was sandpaper. Her heartbeat was exploding in her chest, drumming in her ears. The adrenaline was too much, if it kept going, she would crash again.

She had to get out. That thought wouldn't go away. She recognized she was unsettled and she couldn’t remember why. She couldn’t think why. Did it matter? No, something wasn't right. Nothing felt right, her body felt weird, her mind, the hotness, the darkness. The void.

It wasn't the first time. She'd felt it before, she was certain. That's why it wasn't safe, it would happen again. She had to get out. She held onto that, her only coherent thought. 

She tried again, with all her strength, to get up. Instead, she curved in a ball towards her left side. She felt something on her left arm. She used her right hand to feel it and panicked when she felt the line with the needle deep in her vein. 

She took it out forcefully. She didn't know what it was but she trusted nothing and no-one until she could get her mind straight. First, she had to get out.

When she dropped the needle, it swung in the open space. That alarmed her, and she forced herself to try and see beyond her arm. She couldn’t. It was a dark abyss. She had to get up, the abyss was the way. No, the abyss wasn't safe. What if she fell? What if she fell forever? What if there was no ground? No, it was safer to stay still. Safe, it wasn't safe. She needed to get out. That was the only way. She had to get out.

She hit the floor harshly. Her head banged against it, making everything even more dizzy than it was already. She could only feel her weight pressed down to the floor. Her head was throbbing. 

She felt a wall with her fingers and she tried to put her head against it, to gain some level. Her blood rushed down, her heart pounding like she was running a marathon. She had to calm down or she would have a heart attack before she could get out. She tried controlling her breathing and found that her muscles obeyed her, her diaphragm was collaborating. Soon, the others would follow. 

She opened her eyes again after she couldn’t tell how long, and she saw it. A door across the room. It was closed, but that was it. The way out. She just had to reach it.

She wasn't going anywhere. While she laid there breathing, oppressed by gravity itself and with a huge pounding headache, her body refused to move. Her heart dropped to the floor when she realized she was weak. She was too weak to move, too weak to get away, to even think why she had to get out. And if that was the case, she'd be stuck there and it would happen all over again. 

What would happen again? She frowned, forcing herself to reflect. Why did she need to escape? Where was she? What was she doing there? Was there no-one to help her? Should she scream for help? Why was she weak? 

Her headache was in full force, she couldn’t get anything out of her confused mind. She glanced at the IV bag and the needle now detached from her arm. She was starting to suspect something. 

Before she could go down that lane of thought, inexplicably, the door opened. Not fully. To the point she thought she could be hallucinating. Two figures, crouched, entered quietly and closed the door back without a sound. 

They stood there for a while, just crouched, while she observed them, just breathing. Maybe if she didn't say anything, they wouldn't notice her. Was that for the best? Maybe. Who were they? How would she tell if they were safe or not?

The first figure to enter moved away from the door, while the other stayed by it. Her breath, already rough, picked up again as she understood it was approaching her. Her stomach squeezed in her belly, her arms and legs flinched, but still, she couldn’t move.

It was on her. As close as an arm, if she could extend it but she could only twitch placidly in place. It was breathing, she felt its breath against her skin. She was wearing something, drenched in sweat. A top and shorts, she thought, that's how she could feel its breathing on her chest.

She felt a touch. She flinched, startled, her brain hadn't registered it even moved. Something touched her left arm, then at the same time her forehead.

"Are you okay?"

She heaved in a breath, it was the voice of a man. It sounded soft and gentle.

"What are you doing?!" Hushed the other male voice from the door. 

They were two men. Now how could she tell if she could trust them?

The figure close to her put one of his hands down, but was still touching her arm.

"She has a fever."

"So?"

He took a deep breath. "So, she is sick and she looks like she's been through hell."

The second figure walked past them, and she blinked slowly, trying to keep up.

"Well, she can join the club."

A bit of light suddenly came through — the second man had opened the curtains and moonlight came through the window. 

She blinked, adapting. A man was in front of her, crouched to her level. He had dark short hair. He was pale. His dark eyes were shining and his lips were pressed in concern, observing her. Beyond him it was a simple room. She looked to her right and saw a gurney. She almost choked. 

"Are you alright?" He repeated, concerned, since she looked like she couldn't breathe. 

He was nice, he asked twice. His hand felt comfortable, warm. His voice was gentle. He was safe.

She shook her head, and when she tried to force her voice, she almost started a coughing fit. He tapped her back gently when she curved forward and started looking around the room. He got up and she lost his support — her eyes teared up, if from the small dry coughs or fear, she wasn’t sure.

He came back though, and helped her head back straight, putting something to her mouth. She didn't know thirst could be that visceral. She drank each sip as if she would die without it, and he had to keep her in check to prevent her from choking. 

Half a water bottle in, she stopped and he supported her to lean back. She swallowed, feeling her empty stomach twist uneasily with the new contents. She took deep breaths, willing her body to calm down. She needed to keep that water in.

She looked at the other guy, still by the window observing something with full attention. The guy in front of her was seemingly waiting for the other one to say something, and through the quiet he seemed to decide to give his attention to her. He noticed her eyes on him and displayed a small gentle smile of support.

He was safe, she thought again, reaffirming her previous assumption. Now that she was calming down, and after convulsive swallowing for some time, she decided to try her voice.

"I feel very weak," she murmured, just wind through her vocal cords, no actual sound. 

He nodded and looked around again. "Are you being treated for something?"

She shook her head convincingly. 

Before anything else could happen, the second guy spoke. "Jungkook, come here."

He looked at her before doing so and she forced herself to remain calm. She had some water, she could recover now.

"See that, there?" A pause. "There's a gap. We can get away there."

"What about the others?" Jungkook's voice sounded unsettled.

There was a longer moment of silence. She didn’t have the energy to look up and see their interaction.

"We searched and searched," the guy said, almost out of breath. She got a gut-wrenching feeling. “We can do more for them if we escape and get help.” She was breathing more calmly now. Her mind was dancing around, trying to figure out if they were escaping the same thing. “I don’t think they’re here, we must have gotten separated.”

After another long moment, the guys moved away from the window. But whereas the guy headed straight for the door, Jungkook kneeled in front of her. 

“What are you doing?!” Was it a déjà vu?

“She’s coming with us.”

“What?!” The guy kneeled back down, approaching them.

She saw the hard look Jungkook gave the guy, clenched jaw. “I’m not leaving her.”

She gasped inaudibly. She wanted to cry. She couldn’t understand what would make him be so kind, but she would never forget it. If she found her way back, if her mind was hers again, she would repay his kindness somehow.

The other guy approached her too, on her right side next to Jungkook, and she finally took a look at him. His hair was military short, dark brown. He was sweating and pale, with smart eyes shining while he observed her.

He sighed and rubbed his face quickly. “Of course not, I’m sorry.”

Jungkook nodded in approval and turned back to her. 

She swallowed harshly. “I can’t move.” 

She saw their eyes observe her body and conclude what she already knew: she was physically fine. She had no time to explain.

“I need sugar.”

Jungkook frowned, but the other guy nodded and took something out of his pocket. It was a small white bag and in blue capital letters the word SUGAR stood out. It was a sugar packet that accompanied expressos.

He tore a tip and versed it inside her mouth, taking the bottle from the floor to give her a few drops. She didn’t drink much, only a sip. She wanted most of it to be sublingually absorbed. 

“Sugar?”

“Yeah, I collected some packets for when we feel faint…”

They gave her time to recompose.

“Do you need another one?”

“No, that should do,” she answered, straightening her back against the wall, with their help.

While her breath calmed down, the guy spoke. “I’m Namjoon, he’s Jungkook.”

“I’m Leah,” she answered without a second thought. 

“Nice to meet you! Now, can you walk?” Namjoon was in a hurry, she noticed. Were they being chased?

She nodded, twitching her toes, then flexing her legs slightly. “Yeah, but I need help.” She admitted, with hopeful eyes. They both took an arm each and pulled her up.

The whole world swirled around her, but they supported her so she wouldn’t fall. Her vision went black and she felt faint with cold sweats up her spine.

While she waited for her senses to come back, one of her arms was guided to someone's neck and when she lost her strength, she dangled from said neck.

“I got you,” Jungkook said, holding her by the waist. 

She breathed deeply, nice and steady, waiting for it to pass. “Sorry,” she murmured.

“No worries,” he answered, supporting her easily.

Eventually her vision came back and she was in control again. Tension returned to her legs and they finally supported her weight. However, when she tried letting go of him, she felt dizzy. He was quick to grab her arm and pull her against him again.

“Okay, are you ready?” Namjoon was by the door with his hand on the handle, ready to go. He observed her worryingly. 

She felt Jungkook’s nod against her hair and she took a deep breath, trying not to have her stomach swirl along with the room.

“Give me another one of those and we’re peachy.”

Jungkook pulled her more comfortably against his body while Namjoon tore another packet and spilled the sugar straight into her opened mouth. She nodded in thanks, sucking on the grains slowly. She’d have her strength back soon.

Namjoon opened the door quietly and peeked through the smallest of cracks. The room fell silent, there wasn't a sound, not even the wind. After a moment he waved at them to follow and opened the door more for them to pass. Jungkook moved with her in his right arm, and she walked next to him. It felt too easy, like she wasn’t making an effort at all. She looked at him and noticed he was carrying her weight completely. She was slightly shorter than him and had barely any meat on her bones — that probably facilitated the task.

They exited to a corridor with six doors, half on each side, all looking the same. They kept walking silently towards the end where there was a window. Namjoon told them to stop and opened the window very slowly, putting his head out and looking down. 

Suddenly she became aware: there were people out there. Laughs and conversations could be indistinctly heard. A buzz, as if it was a party. While she reflected on that strange thought, she heard shots. Gunshots. She cowered against Jungkook, petrified. That felt strangely familiar, and distinctively fearsome. He held her completely crushed against him without saying a word. 

Namjoon pulled his head back in and looked at them. “It’s a dark alley, it’s safe. We can reach the walls and go all the way until the gap.”

She frowned at the gibberish but Jungkook nodded, walking them both close to Namjoon, who was already putting his legs out and jumping. Jungkook released her, helping her put her hands on the window sill and she gasped when she looked outside. There were trees, like they were in the middle of a jungle or a forest. And that was beyond a wall, which were just metal scraps all glued together vertically. But before that wall could be reached, there were houses. Or should she say huts? Houses that looked like wrecks and some wooden huts in between. It looked like a community, she thought, seeing the bonfires all around in the streets. That thought accompanied by the nightlife sounds felt oddly like that was a normal place. She could hear screams too, though. Anguished, tortured screams lost in the night while laughs and glass bottles also echoed. Her stomach turned.

“Leah!” 

A very low whisper made her look down. Jungkook had passed the window already and was extending his arms towards her. It was not even 2 meters to the ground. Normal Leah could have knocked this one out of the park. Present Leah could barely walk with the constant vertigo.

She sat on the sill and passed her legs over to the outside. Jungkook stepped closer, but didn’t touch her. She took a deep breath and leaped out of the edge. 

He caught her easily by her waist and let her fall gently to the ground still in his embrace. “I got you,” he whispered, putting his hands on her arms to keep her steady. She held him back, panting.

“Thank you,” she murmured, getting her breathing back on track.

"Let's go!” Namjoon called them quietly, waving at them to follow him. He was already away behind the corner of an old house.

Jungkook put his right hand on her waist and guided her forward. She wanted to grab him for support, but instead clenched her teeth and walked slowly forward. She could do it. 

They followed Namjoon slowly, Jungkook staying behind to make sure to steady Leah as they went along. As they moved from corner to corner, she could hear better what was happening: people were gambling, drinking and smoking without a care in the world. 

They got to a place that looked like a slaughterhouse, only open for everyone to see, where a man with a white apron covered in blood was gouging what looked like the carcass of a pig. Namjoon moved forwards crouched behind the guy and crossed that court with ease. The guy was so in it, he didn’t even feel their presence. Jungkook crouched in front of her and paved the way, always between her and the man. She was slow and had to keep her balance by putting her fingers on the dirt, but she dragged herself behind him. 

When they reached the other side, protected by the wall, he held her left hand before she could shake off the dirt in it, and he pulled her along. She observed the crook of his neck where his ebony hair touched his pale nape, and wondered if it was going to be that easy. If getting out was that easy, why did she never do it before?

Ahead there was some sort of wooden stage. People were on it, but they were high enough not to notice three figures quietly passing by. She heard cries from up there, and couldn’t help but look. Through the wooden boards she saw someone walking closely to shadows that were stuck in place.

“Nobody wants to pay for you,” a cold male voice sounded.

Immediately a gunshot echoed and a body collapsed on the stage. Leah gasped, taking her right hand to cover her mouth. Jungkook pushed her harshly to move faster. Another gunshot was heard, but she blurred it out. It was not happening, that was not possible. 

Before her thoughts risked getting chaotic, they reached an area that was open. She could now see the gap in the wall between the scrap metal enough to let a person pass at a time. But to get there, that person would have to run into the open and be exposed while passing. Someone would notice. It was insane.

“There,” Namjoon pointed, looking back at them. Jungkook nodded, but Leah’s face showed her fear. “I know, it’s risky. But everyone is distracted.”

“How do you know that?” She screamed in a whisper, starting to feel her panic rise again.

“I don’t, but no one knows we’re gone yet,” he stated, with an intent look. 

She took a deep breath and felt Jungkook's hand squeeze hers. She looked at him and nodded, not exactly knowing what for. She didn’t want to get shot and die, but she sure as hell couldn’t go back to that nightmare.

“Go first.” Namjoon pointed to Jungkook. He was the fastest and more agile, he should be the one to make it, if all else failed.

Jungkook peeked around and launched in a fast but utterly quiet run, almost as if it was choreographed. With an easy leep he passed through the gap without a sound and disappeared.

“You next.” 

Leah looked at him and took a deep breath, seeing the way ahead. She heard yells, but couldn’t figure out what they were saying. 

She didn’t peek, she went straight for it. Not as fast as Jungkook, but the fastest she had been that night. When she reached the gap she paused, trying to control her body to pass it without making a sound. Arms appeared from the other side and guided her through.

The other side was dark, damp and had way too much foliage. She had to kneel down to not be constantly slapped in the face by leaves. Bushes, trees, whatever it was. She could tell, it had to be a jungle. 

“Come on.” She heard Jungkook whisper as he peeped through and probably saw Namjoon running. 

After a moment she saw Namjoon’s head show in the opening, and then there was a gunshot. Its sound echoed deafeningly. Namjoon’s face of pain and Jungkook’s yell snapped her senses on high alert. She helped Jungkook pull Namjoon through the opening and immediately searched for a wound. While Jungkook was looking at his face and trying to talk to him, she felt his neck and started moving down. She didn’t have to go far, she reached his shoulders and immediately felt the stickiness. He was shot on his right shoulder, from the back. A painful place, but non threatening. 

“I’m okay,” he grunted, supporting his shoulder with his opposite hand.

“Hyung…” Jungkook seemed livid.

“Listen to him, he’s fine.” Her voice sounded like it wasn’t hers, commanding and sure. Jungkook looked at her, surprised. “It’s non-lethal and he can run.”

Yells could be heard from the distance along with dog barks, and Leah looked behind them fearfully. She couldn’t see much because of the foliage, but they were coming.

“We have to get out of here. Run.” Namjoon stated, slapping Jungkook's helping hand. “Run!”

She helped Namjoon up by supporting his right arm and they started running, and right on time too. They could hear the screams of alarm clearly now. No more laughing or drinking, they were onto them, full stop. 

Leah didn’t know where they were going. Jungkook led the way, running like a bloody athlete. Namjoon ran beside her, still faster than her, but bothered by the pain. She was trying to run, her breaths were short, her body felt heavy, but she was pulling through. This was it, now or never.

They kept running through the screaming and occasional gunshot sounds, with the endless foliage both camouflaging them and hindering their escape. She was so focused on running without acknowledging her pain or tiredness that she didn’t notice when Jungkook suddenly disappeared. She kept running and abruptly there was no ground under her feet. She yelped as her body lounged forward in a freefall.

The fall wasn’t big though. Before she knew it, she crashed into the water. There was water everywhere and it dragged her with unrelenting force. She tried surfacing but she got dragged down. She tried searching for a branch, a rock, anything, but she couldn’t find anything to hold onto. 

She tried searching for the guys. She looked around whenever she could, whenever there was a split moment to breathe, and she saw one. He was waving only one hand, completely lost in the same position as her. It had to be Namjoon. So she looked ahead of the current and once it stabilized, she could see something floating. 

She didn’t think twice. The energy sparkled through her like an electric current. She swam towards him easily since it was in favor of the current. She pulled him on his back, forcing his chest and face up. 

“Jungkook!” She tried yelling, but water got in the way. 

So she slapped him. Nothing. She was becoming desperate. She almost lost hold of him, so she wrapped her legs around his waist. With that newfound support, she dragged her hand with all her strength and slapped him as hard as she could manage.

He tried to gasp, but his lungs probably had water, so he coughed it out. He tried breathing while she always held his head above water. His hands immediately supported her waist. At first possibly to get her off, but then to hold her tight. He took a deep breath and looked around. She was observing him, indescribably relieved. 

“Thank you.” He tried saying, starting to cough.

“I got you.” She couldn’t help but smile.

It was short-lived. Abruptly, yet again, there was no more water. They were freefalling again, and this time it was maybe a dozen meters down. She screamed, her legs let go of him and she stared death in the face.

He held her hand mid-air and yelled something at her that she couldn’t understand. The water line was coming close, closer and closer. Until she closed her eyes before the hit, and everything went black.

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[welcometothejianghu]

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 절대 그이/My Absolute Boyfriend

My Absolute Boyfriend is the 2019 Korean live-action adaptation of the Watase Yuu manga "Absolute Boyfriend." (There are two other adaptations, one Taiwanese and one Japanese.) It tells the story of a woman who has just broken up with her celebrity boyfriend, and the robot who becomes a real boy by falling in love with her.

(And yes, the reason we started watching it was because of Yeo Jingoo, since the tantalizing prospect of "that guy who played Han Juwon, playing a robot boyfriend" was too amazing to pass up.)

I need to note right off the bat: I am not usually a consumer of bippy k-dramas, romcoms, or het romance in media in general. No shade to anyone who likes these thing; they're just not my regular cup of tea. So if your tastes are akin to mine, you may have looked at the poster and been like, hm, no thank you.

Thus I am here to try and sell you on it even if you are not a fan of these genres.

This show is so unwatched that (as far as I can tell) there is nothing for it on AO3. There are a mere eight hits for the manga, Zettai Kareshi | Absolute Boyfriend, but there's nothing at all for this adaptation. This is an absolute crime, for reasons I will detail in the forthcoming five reasons to watch (above and beyond the simple pleasure of watching Yeo Jingoo be a handsome goober, though that remains a serious point in its favor):

1. Balls entirely to the wall

You know those Tumblr posts where someone comments and is like, at no point could I have predicted what the next word in that sentence would be? Yeah, that, only the sentence is the show.

This show is absolutely bonkers. It is absolute storytelling mayhem. It is gleefully head-clutching weird. Someone told it that girls like exactly three things -- cute boys in adorable outfits, cute boys with their shirts off, and cute boys in Situations -- and it is ready to deliver.

I could tell you what the plot of the show is, or at least I could try, but that wouldn't convey the sheer volume of shenanigans it gets up to. I feel like every time it had a flashback montage (set to one of its six licensed pop songs), I was like, oh yeah, that happened.

The thing, too, is that it's so self-aware. This show knows precisely what it is, and it's having fun with it. The acting is often melodramatic, but obviously very consciously so. I'm not going to say the show never takes itself seriously (because it does -- see my point #5), but it never doesn't know exactly what it is.

Browsing the MyDramaList page, I can see that a lot of viewers had lukewarm feelings on the show as a whole. (Normally I don't make the mistake of reading the comments, but since this is such a non-property in English-speaking fandom, I had to go find out what the hell.) And yeah, I can imagine that if you came into this expecting a more straight-faced entry in the genre, what you get could be confusing and alienating.

If you watch this, take off your nitpicker's hat. There are many, many points that do not make sense. Just go with it. Let the cute boys take off their shirts. Kiss a robot. Embrace chaos.

2. A++ Girlfriend

Eom Dada is great. She's just so weird. I love her and I absolutely understand why those two boys want to get with her.

She is a special effects makeup artist who runs her own three-person team that specializes in sci-fi/horror properties. One of the first things we see her doing is mixing up a bunch of different types of fake blood, because, hey, a lot of different stunt people are going to die today, and you can't just use one type of blood for everybody!

She is a dadgumn professional, is what she is.

What she isn't, however, is a pick-me, not-like-the-other-girls girl. Several times, she gets dressed up real cute and femme, and she never expresses negativity toward her more girly-girl friends. It's not that she's rejecting femininity so much as that her vision of femininity is big enough to include creating beautiful fake severed body parts. When someone describes a female character as "quirky," I cringe reflexively. But that's what she is! She's got quirks! She's a nice, normal girl who is also a big weirdo.

Since I did go read the comments, I found out pretty quickly that a lot of viewers hate her. Part of this, I'm sure, is just your generic vitriol you see aimed at any woman in a show, because holy fuck, we sure do hate women.

But I think part of it may come from how she's not asking "how high?" every time those boys tell her they'd like her to jump. There's some real viciousness out there toward women that turn down men, epecially from other women. Without getting too much into psychoanalysis about it, an awful lot of hate gets directed from other women toward the female ex-/partners of desirable men, much of which comes from the terrible assumption that if you were in her position, you'd be appropriately grateful! You'd treat that boy right! That lucky bitch doesn't know how good she's got it!

...You see how that's bad, though, right? Like, really bad and toxic?

Eom Dada tells those boys "no" when she doesn't want what they're offering. She's realizes early on that setting yourself on fire to keep your partner warm is terrible, so she stops. She's going to make them wait until she wants it -- and if she never wants it, well, those boys just get to keep right on waiting!

Read me loud and clear: I'm not saying the only reason to dislike Eom Dada is misogyny. Sometimes you just don't like a character! It happens! It's legal! What I am saying, though, is that when you look at a lot of the hate toward her all at once, certain trends emerge, and they're more than a little bit ugly.

And I think that's unfair because she's an absolute pumpkin who deserves all the smooches and spicy noodles she wants.

3. ...Are they gonna kiss?

And by "they" here, I don't mean Girlfriend and Robot Boyfriend, who obviously smooch. I mean Robot Boyfriend and Ex-Boyfriend.

They hate one another! They make heartbreaking sacrifices for one another! They're vicious rivals! They team up to solve mysteries! They're incredibly suspicious of one another! They trust one another completely! What the actual hell is going on with these two? Because oh boy, the show itself sure doesn't know.

Their relationship yo-yos constantly throughout the length of the series. They're never friends, but they get weirdly close on several occasions, including rescuing one another from terrible predicaments. They also both seem fascinated with each other, above and beyond how they're competing for the affections of the same girl. The actors have some solid chemistry (much of it comedic) in their shared scenes. They're certainly not afraid to get right up in each other's personal space.

This isn't queerbaiting, it's not using gay as a punchline, it's ... something, that's for sure. And by that I mean, I don't know if I've ever seen a more powerful vindication of the principle that the optimal solution to every love triangle is a threesome.

This to me is one of the flaws of the show, that it has decided it must never acknowledge the strength of their independent bond outside of its place in the central love conflict, and to keep from doing so, it keeps nuking Ex-Boyfriend's character back to square one. He learns about love and trust and growth! ...and then we need the plot to have a which boy will she choose??? conflict, so he's got to unlearn all of that real quick so he can be a real dillhole again. If it didn't feel obligated to do that, things would get sexy fast, I'm just saying.

Here is the main reason I'm baffled that I'm getting no AO3 hits for this: These three would be one hell of a throuple. Where are my bisexual horndog fix-it fics where all three of them wind up sharing Ma Wangjoon's comically large bed?

4. Weirdly healthyish messages about romance?

I mentioned earlier that het romance in media is not my thing, and one of the main reasons it's not is how many just gross messages it delivers about normative gender roles and behaviors.

This show absolutely starts that way. Robot Boyfriend is raised on all your classic romcoms and taught that love is all about giving everything with no concern for your own well-being, while at the same time overriding all your partner's objections because you know what she really wants. When he first latches on to Eom Dada, he's kind of your classic overbearing comedy stalker who doesn't take no for an answer, because True Love.

And then ... he changes. He realizes that his romcom education is not going to help here, so he decides to figure out what kind of boyfriend she actually wants. Once he does that, he starts to figure out that he wants to be loved too. And that's when things get interesting.

He never stops being pretty forward about things, but it becomes far more playful when he's not pressuring her, just reminding her that the offer is still on the table. Eom Dada then responds by becoming clear about how she definitely wants to take this boy out for a spin -- just at her own pace, when she herself is ready for it.

It makes an interesting contrast to how, when she was with Ex-Boyfriend, all she wanted was for him to acknowledge her (which he wanted to do too, but couldn't, for absolutely bonkers reasons, because this show is just Like That). The two of them are still in love, but the show makes it clear that being in love doesn't mean you're going to be good together -- and it doesn't mean you have to forgive the bullshit your ex-partner pulled back when you were together.

But the love triangle isn't even the sole source of romance! There's a whole 'nother love ... triangle? quadrilateral? Whatever, you've also got Robot Boyfriend's charmingly goofy MIT-educated co-creator/trainer/big brother, who becomes the object of affection for at least two of the supporting characters.

My take on this is that Handsome Robot Hyung deserves the whole harem: the boss lady who can pick him up, the cute thirsty girl who does yoga, and the sweet gay-coded boy who is so impressed that he knows robots. (This is another tragic casualty of the NO HOMO attitude of the show, where that boy should be treated as a legitimate love interest, but can never be. But we know better!)

I'm used to seeing love triangles solved in one of three ways: 1) one point on the triangle gets demonized so significantly as to make the other one the obvious choice; 2) the eventually unchosen point gets given a Consolation Prize Significant Other so we don't fell too bad about how they didn't get chosen; or 3) one point dies or is otherwise removed from the narrative, letting the other two hook up without guilt. None of those things happen to either of these love polygons. Despite some genre-appropriate catty, melodramatic speed bumps, everything gets resolved in the manner of adults with reasonable amounts of emotional maturity. It's weirdly kind of nice.

(This isn't to say there's no toxic bullshit that slips in -- for instance, I still don't know what to make of that one arguing couple, or what Robot Boyfriend says to them. It's just much less than I expected.)

Your mileage may vary about the choices the show makes at the very end. It's not how I would have ended it, sure, but I also don't think it could have ended any other way -- remember, this is a show that never forgets what it is. It is contractually obligated by its genre conventions to keep certain narrative promises. If anything, I think it's interesting how much it feels it can get away with leaving hopeful yet unresolved, up to and including how many people are still comfortably single at the end of the show. Partnered romance isn't always the solution to everything! Sometimes you've got your career and you've got your friends, and now you've got some time to work on yourself! Maybe it won't always be that way, but it sure is right now. And that's great.

5. A surprisingly sophisticated meditation on memory and mortality (say that five times fast)

Real talk: In the past four months, I have lost a lot of people, places, and animals who were very dear to me, and had some close calls with a couple more. It has sucked exactly as much as you think it has.

So yeah, in the last few episodes, I blew through some tissues.

To a certain degree, it's exactly the kind of melodramatic tearjerker narrative you'd expect from a property like this. And let me tell you what, there is nothing wrong with getting a good, sappy cry going because of the overwrought dramas of fictional people. There are plenty of objectively mediocre shows and movies I put on because I know I'm going to be a blubbering wreck by the end.

This show, however, has the extra layer of interest that Robot Boyfriend is both Boyfriend and Robot. I don't want to spoil anything, but I will say that having a guy designed to be reformatted every time a new person smooches him adds a whole lot of interesting layers to what counts as death and mourning.

Add that to how Eom Dada is still grieving the loss of her beloved father, who taught her everything she knew about her career, and you get some surprisingly moving little moments that creep in through the wacky hijinks that make up the rest of the show.

Look, it's nothing I'd ever teach in a Philosophy seminar, or anything so profound as that. But it's quiet and nice, and it has more depth than I expected, and it all hit me right in my tender little feels box. If that's the kind of thing you're open to, you could do a lot worse.

Thinking about giving this one a shot?

Viki's got the series in its full 40-episode run. (It's actually 20 hour-long episodes split in half because of commercial break rules, if you're wondering why it's sometimes Like That.) So does Tubi. I guess your choice then becomes which one's ads you'd rather sit through.

I think if you go into this with the attitude that you're just going to go with it all and laugh at how zany it is, you're in for a fine time. Whether or not you think it's good is up to your standards of quality. But it's hard to deny that it's a whole lot of fun.

And then get your ass to AO3 and give me some OT3! Mama needs these three cutie patooties to smooch~

[sysmedsaresexist]

Actually, this is tumblr, not LinkedIn

Let people have fun

Go wild and do the things you enjoy

Venting and expressing yourself and your emotions is healthy, actually

Enjoying participating in online discourse is normal, actually

Be passionate about things, you're allowed to take things as seriously as you want, no matter how old you are

Maybe spend less time making people feel bad for having thoughts and let people moderate themselves

It's not your job to tell people whether they take things too seriously-- I think you can come full circle and unironically start taking it too seriously, maybe think about if you reached that point

Discourse can be educational, it can be fun, you meet people, this is largely anonymous

Anonymous as in, who cares if you're mature and put together

Tumblr isn't real life, that's why it's the PERFECT place to express feelings in whatever way fits the situation for you

You can't act out irl, tumblr is the perfect place to vent and be LESS than perfect

Who cares if you're all worked up on tumblr, let that shit out in explosive ways, because you can't anywhere else

Go off, yell, kick, scream, because you CAN'T do that irl and sometimes you just need to.

And that's okay.

Tumblr is an outlet, not a professional profile.

Needing to let it out and needing to talk about things that have upset you doesn't make you crazy or lame or whatever else. In fact, talking and venting is healthy, and I propose we flip the narrative to:

Don't let anyone make you feel guilty or unsure of yourself for doing something you enjoy, you do you

Don't let anyone suck the joy out of your hobbies or make you feel wrong for being passionate and interested in things

Don't let anyone make you feel like your emotions are wrong or "too much" or inappropriate in your own space and on your own blog

Making people feel that way is actually not cool guy behaviour

People that can't even let themselves get upset or vent on tumblr probably have a lot of stuff bottled up and think talking about those things is bad because Trauma™️

You do remember that part, right? That we're all traumatized and that the vast majority of people have probably been told their whole lives that they're making a big deal out of nothing?

Why would you add to that by making people feel guilty or crazy, or like their feelings are out of line and place? As if they're wrong for their passion?

If you do that, consider this: maybe you have a problem with engaging in things and speaking your mind, and you should probably bring that up to a therapist.

Don't try to impress people, just be yourself.

Throw your balls at the wall and be loud, because why the fuck not.

It's your blog.

That's what the block button is for.

[faggotryandtransjesterism]

VegasPete Fic Rec List (Part 2)

Favorites marked with a (*)

A Close Shave by @fleet-off | 4k | M *

The bathroom walls feel claustrophobically tight, and Vegas’s stomach is a ball of leaden frustration poised to turn molten. He wants to shatter the mirror with his fist, to yell at Pete to stand up straight, to curse his uselessness--just another one of Vegas’s failures. The razor sits on the edge of the sink. This was a bad idea.

Vegas gives Pete a shave.

another one of my all-time favorites! the tension! the pete saengtham messy bitch agenda! i've been spending a lot of time lately screaming in fleet's comment boxes, and you should too!

somewhere between the heart and the vein by @veliseraptor | 20k | T

In the aftermath of the failed coup, Pete has: an unconscious and possibly dying Vegas Theerapanyakul, a whole lot of feelings to work through, and no job.

He goes from there.

another recovery fic, another lise fic, you literally cannot go wrong.

begging to bleed by @veliseraptor | 10k | E *

Vegas is trying to be good. Pete's getting a little fed up with it.

His staged intervention produces positive results.

yet another lise fic! PWP of the highest order. PWT, if you will. porn with themes. big fan of pete knowing what he wants <3

Finders Keepers by @veliseraptor | 3k | T

Vegas was supposed to kill Pete. Vegas has not killed Pete, and it turns out that is working out pretty well for him.

Up until Kan discovers the safehouse's extra inhabitant.

pure angst. don't look at me. i left this thing with shell shock and new sources of anger

Brand Recognition by @iffervescent | 6k | E *

Vegas wants his top billing back. Pete likes being on the bottom.

porn star AU PWP. feminization. electrotoy. need i say more?

won't give up these ghosts by @fleet-off | 7k | E *

Vegas lays him on a patch of firm ground. From his cocoon, Pete hears the rhythmic thud of a shovel sinking into loose earth. Vegas is digging him a grave.

In which Pete finds playing dead relaxing, and Vegas decidedly does not.

this may genuinely be my favorite vegaspete fic of all time. it's literally perfect and there is nothing else like it on earth. read it. read it right now. let it awaken something in you.

swinging from the willow tree by incendir | 2k | T

Every single ingredient is here. Vegas rolls up his sleeves and gets to work.

[Or, the first step in starting over]

vegas cooking fics are my weakness

Bite the Hand by @ghost--houses | 1k | E

The second Vegas uncuffs Pete from the headboard, Pete grabs for Vegas' left hand and pulls it into his mouth. He says nothing, he doesn't look at Vegas, just puts his teeth to Vegas' skin and keeps them there, gnawing.

subdrop fics are. also my weakness

Fidelity by @veliseraptor | 2k | T

Vegas visits his father's grave.

father-son angst my beloved. again, kinda character-study oneshot

Five Year Itch by puckbaes | 78k | NR

Pete has everything he could’ve dreamed of, a husband that loves him and a family to call his own. It’s perfect, until the day it isn’t. What do you do when you find out the love of your life is one of the most prominent mob bosses in Bangkok? Turns out, clean breaks are notoriously difficult when you have a son together.

A getting back together fic featuring mafia!Vegas, shared custody of Venice, and Pete’s inability to stay away from danger.

i usually don't stray from canon universe with vegaspete to be honest, or at least not too far from it. this one's fluffy it's angsty she's got it all. i really thought normie!Pete was gonna be a deal breaker for me, but i actually really enjoyed this and i think it's really well done.

And that's a wrap! My collection's always growing, so part 3 at some point probably lol. Once again, if anyone knows more of these authors on tumblr, please tag them! Enjoy and scream in my asks about them (and don't forget to leave kudos and comments for the lovely authors!)

[staticl0ve]

Dollhouse: Chap 1 / Connor x F!Reader

Chapter 1 - The Ghost in the Shell

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+ Story (AO3): [ Read on AO3 ] Chapters 5/5 (Tumblr): [ Chap 1 ] [ Chap 2 ] [ Chap 3 * ] [ Chap 4 * ] [ Chap 5 ] Words: 3.8k Warnings: None! Story set up/SFW Summary: Elijah’s in need of a house sitter and what better than asking his step sibling to water the plants and run a few tests. After all, how hard could pressing a few buttons on a tablet be? Alternative AU. Notes: A little something thriller/spooky for Halloween. Inspired by @pseudonymmcwriter’s amazing Ephemera fic.

When Elijah asked you to housesit, your stepbrother didn’t mention how incredibly isolated his Michigan home was. Between the ferry ride and unmanned automated helicopter, there was no danger of a stranger stumbling upon his home and raiding it for the proprietary hardware he had tucked away. Especially when parts of the home required handprint access and some sections, as you’d anticipated, were locked out to you.

You much preferred the smaller California home you both shared, mostly because instead of the bitter cold of snow, you only had to deal with fog. There was a pool too, and on the outside rather than the inside.

The Michigan home was a blocky minimalist building, shrouded by pine trees in every direction. Inside, dramatic slanted shadows darkened half of the walls as dusk colored the white paint in coppery red hues. Other than the occasional hum of the central air system, a silence clung to each room in a way that made your bare footsteps feel out of place—a visitor disturbing the peace.

There was a room for everything: a whole theater entertainment system, a small gym, and an indoor pool which freaked you out initially since the tiles tinted the water blood red. Your favorite section of the home was the atrium and it’s calming zen garden atmosphere. A miniature cherry tree sat in the center, the petals of its blossoms drifting occasionally into the sand below. You eyed the expensive tree and made a face. Maybe your brother saved money by having you come over instead of building a system that managed his plants.

When he asked to meet you, he was back in California for a brief stay and had graced you with his physical presence over dinner. As usual, the inventor wasted no time on small talk and went straight to the point.

“House sitting? You came all this way just to ask me to go water some plants?” you groaned and swirled your drink instead of meeting his gaze.

“This is more than house sitting. There are tests that I can’t run while I’m away on this trip. Think of it as volunteering to be a part of something that’s going to change the world. You can handle a few computer prompts,” he dismissively answered.

You had to have better things to do than sit around a big empty home pushing buttons, not that it was much different from what you did normally while scrolling through your phone. Still, it was snowing over there and sunny over here.

“You’re the IT guy in the family, can’t you run these tests remotely?” you joked.

He fiddled with his glasses, pushing it up the bridge of his nose. “The tests must be completed in person.”

“Do I get to know what I’ll be testing?”

This wasn’t the first time he asked you to volunteer for his crazy experiments. Elijah was never willing to explain what he did in his spare time and this would be a chance to peek behind the curtain. Your knowledge of Cyberlife was the same as what the public knew. A lot of it wasn’t that exciting: drone delivery, smart appliances and fully autonomous transportation. Some magazines hinted at a creation that would make household chores a thing of the past. Speculation was made about it being like the maid from the Jetson’s movie. It shared one similarity—being mostly metal. Images leaked of a rolling self balancing ball with rounded bearings, metal limbs and clamps that resembled joints.

You know, a machine.

Elijah preferred to keep his grander ideas away from the greedy hands of his board members. There were some things the world was not ready for.

“You’ll be doing your big brother a favor,” he added, while still avoiding your pressing question. He seemed adamant about letting you discover the answer by going there yourself. “Your input would go a long way for my project.”

“Stepbrother,” you emphasized with a pout. “I’ll agree if you promise me I’ll actually see you for the holidays—in the flesh?”

“After this trip, I’ll be home longer,” he compromised. “Can you do this for me?”

You didn’t really believe him when you agreed but you kinda owed your new lavish lifestyle to him. He provided a home and an allowance too, as gross as that sounded. But you didn’t have to worry about employment and the changing world as mankind churned the planet for what it was worth, all in the name of profit. 

The company you kept changed as he skyrocketed up the social ladder. You tagged along for numerous dinners and galas, usually held for charity. Parties which were filled with men and women whose main priorities were obtaining more wealth and sending their children to study abroad in one of their summer homes. It was easy for people in those circles to lose sight of the impact their investments had on the real world. Life couldn’t be that bad for the common folk. After all, how much could one banana cost? Ten dollars?

You hated those parties, but stayed for the wine and music.

Speaking of, at least Elijah was considerate enough to keep the Michigan cellar fully stocked. Your hands were full of your evening’s entertainment in the form of wine and an empty glass as you walked down various hallways to your room.

“What the…”

The door to your bedroom was a flat slab of solid wood, devoid of classic door things like a handle. You had to fumble with the things in your arms to free one hand to place it on the glowing square beside the door. White light lines pulsed up and down as it scanned your handprint and flashed green, allowing the door to click and slide open.

“Okay…note to self, ask Elijah why my room has a crazy lock,” you mumbled to yourself, a thing you’d be doing a lot of if you were going to be stuck here alone.

Your room was as minimally furnished as the rest of the building with a queen sized bed on one side, a door to a walk-in closet and bathroom on the other side. The walls were sparsely decorated. A blue and black abstract painting hung over the bed, leaving the main focus on the forest outside the windows.

Curiously, a light flashed on the bed, drawing your attention to a tablet nestled in the dark comforter. You made quick work of depositing your goodies on a nearby end table. When you picked up the tablet, the glass fully lit up, revealing a single message that welcomed you with your name. Before you could tap on the message, a large video call alert took up the entire screen.

“Yes, Elijah?” you answered in the tone of an exasperated teenager.

“It looks like you’ve settled in,” he said and continued speaking when he saw your mouth open, essentially steamrolling to his point. “The device you’re holding will be used for testing. Don’t worry about what to do, it will unlock and guide you tomorrow.”

“Elijah,” you said sternly and ignored him as he did to you. “What’s up with my door?”

“It’s a door,” he answered plainly.

“Y-yes, but…wait. No. Why is there a fancy lock?”

“For safety.”

“Safety? From what?” you questioned.

He laughed out your name and for a moment, his image glitched out as the connection on the tablet faltered. Stupid cell towers being half useless this far out.

“It’s just procedure. Nothing to be concerned about.”

—

Waking up was an event.

The three hour time difference plus the half bottle of emptied wine with no dinner was doing it’s worst to your travel weary body. On instinct alone, you managed to scramble out of bed, complete your morning rituals and make your way to the kitchen. Somehow, you also remembered to bring the tablet with you.

Elijah’s architect must have chosen the interior design by throwing darts at the most vanilla of lifestyle catalogs. Stepping into the kitchen was like stepping into a model home. The walls were bright, the cabinets brushed in midnight blue with brass hardware. It was incredibly tidy as well, appliances were hidden behind cabinets—not that they saw any use when the home rarely had visitors.

Snowflakes dusted the windows, white frost spreading over the glass like cobwebs. An overly designed coffee machine with sleek touch buttons churned fresh beans and poured boiling water, the bubbling sound a soothing symphony to your tired brain. Your fingers tapped on a ceramic mug while you waited and picked apart the room for entertainment.

“Huh. Weird,” you mused.

The strangest thing about the kitchen was the door at the end of a hallway. In a home like this, one might expect a set of stairs to lead to a basement, a laundry room or a bachelor den. This door was different than the others. It was entirely metal, the build and design looked strong enough to be a bunker door.

A panic room?

An ominous red light blinked away on a panel lock, making the whole thing appear more important than it was and you were a little curious, but for now…your coffee was waiting. You settled into a seat by the kitchen table with the tablet in hand. The same prompt from the night before was still visible on the lock screen. Your fingers tapped at the glass, unveiling the splash screen of an unnamed app.

A white screen loaded in with simplistic, grid lines and floating triangle particles. On the center of the screen was a blue ring, bright and subtly pulsing in brightness. At the bottom was a red status icon and text that read: disconnected. A dialog box appeared with a message.

“It’s lovely to meet you…my name is Connor,” you read out loud. You sat back in your seat and propped the tablet by its cover. A new prompt appeared as soon as you finished reading.

“Initiate connection?” you groaned, Elijah made this whole thing sound less…lame than it was and here you were pushing buttons on a tablet. You tapped the accept button below the prompt, dismissing the modal. The ring of light pulsed in time with a voice that broke through.

“Good morning,” a male voice greeted you, in a blend of bright and youthful with a touch of polite masculinity.

“What the fuck?” you asked…the tablet ghost.

“Don’t be alarmed. My name is Connor. Mr. Kamski has requested your input on my interactions.”

“Yep, I got the name part down. Thanks,” you replied and took a large gulp of your coffee. The heat of it singed your tongue and throat but my god, did you need to wake up. “Is this a phone call?”

He laughed in a way that believably captured the deep rumble vibrating between ribs. You could almost see the flash of teeth and the shake of his shoulders.

Oh no.

Day two in a mansion alone and you were already clinging to the closest human voice like a psycho. It wasn’t entirely your fault. Since when did AI stop sounding like your phone robotically fumbling over your dictation? Your eyes widened as an invasive thought crept through your head.

This AI—Connor—sounded…hot.

“I am connected to this tablet which allows us to communicate freely. My goal is provide company for your stay,” Connor answered patiently.

“Uhm, okay. So…now what? We talk?”

“We can do anything you’d like.”

You smirked at the ring as it transitioned back into a steady solid brightness.

“Well…normally I’d like to go on a morning jog. The weather report said the snow is gonna pick up into a blizzard soon and now’s my only chance to see the outside of this place before it gets buried. So, that said, I think you’re not capable of walking, let alone running…right?”

“The tablet is a mobile device. You can bring me along,” he quipped.

Connor was suspiciously too fast and natural with his banter and you couldn’t help but wonder if Elijah had formed an elaborate prank on you. It would be entirely out of character for him but it made more sense than talking to a disembodied voice that lived in a cloud server.

“There are three trails on the property. Would you like to learn about them?” he offered.

“Shoot.”

“While the premises are vacated, it’s not recommended to go shooting on the trails.”

“No,” you laughed. Alright, this was definitely a clueless AI. “It’s a turn of phrase for ‘go ahead.’”

The ring spun yellow for a change and settled back on blue. Connor made a quick apology while realistically tripping over his words in embarrassment. It didn’t take him long to describe the trails. One wrapped around the home in a four mile loop, the other led to a vista and the last one was incomplete and cutoff into the wilderness. 

As you spoke more with him, it was clear that he only knew of the home layout and not of it’s contents. So you offered him a short audio tour which he enthusiastically accepted. You described the mundane from towels and framed paintings to the contents of your suitcase and Connor was fascinated by the concept of a lint roller, endlessly following up with more questions about the human grooming experience. 

Thankfully, you saved the best for last. The atrium.

“What does a cherry taste like?” he asked as you finished explaining the existence of a fruit tree in the home.

“Can’t you look that up online?”

“I…” He sounded like he was struggling, the animation on the screen freezing for a brief second. “I am not connected to the internet. I have a library of limited information stored within me which allows me to draw conclusions and determine how I’ll respond.”

“Okay. A cherry….” You tried your best approximation at breaking down the complex flavors of sweet and tart. It was the most thought you’d given the fruit.

“I think you’d like it,” you concluded and changed the subject before Connor asked more questions you couldn’t answer. “So, what do you think of the house? Got any favorite rooms?”

“I don’t have a favorite room, but I most like the ones you’re in,” he answered.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Connor,” you teased.

Briefly, the tablet flashed red, but you failed to notice it while it was sandwiched between your arm and chest.

“Flirting?” he asked. “I…I don’t understand.”

“It’s a joke, I’m just poking fun at your programming.”

He was quiet for longer than you were used to so you finally spared a glance at the screen which was now yellow.

“Uh…Connor?”

The circle remained yellow, the pulsing now a steady spinning animation which gave the impression of the spinning wheel of death.

How mad would Elijah get if you broke his AI by asking if it was flirting? Probably not very if that was all it took. The internet had done worse things to chatbots before.

You stretched your limbs and went back to the kitchen to finish off the last of your coffee, placing the tablet on the table. The screen hadn’t changed and you shrugged it off to get that morning run in. It already felt silly enough that you were talking to not a living, real being for the past hour. No sense in waiting for it to unfreeze.

-

Snow was falling from the skies at a quickening rate. A chilling breeze was on the horizon as the helipad’s white and red paint became obscured by the falling snow. In California, the home was often covered in ocean fog, dampening out the sound of the highways and airways. You were pleased to discover snow had a similar effect on the area as a dull roar fell over the the pine forest, further isolating the property from the rest of the world.

A red and black streak of athletic wear cut across the bleached landscape. Your jog around the loop trail was as refreshing as you’d hoped it would be. If anything, it kept you from wondering if the blizzard would extend your stay with only a tablet as your companion.

Desperate for some water and a shower, you cut your way through the home and went straight to the kitchen. The ice water quenched your parched throat and you were mid swallow when the tablet flickered back to life.

“Welcome back—“

Your skeleton leapt out of your skin, as did the water that spilled from the glass and spewed from your mouth. A few deep coughs and you managed to clear the water out of your lungs. Connor seemed to have paused his greeting and waited until you were mostly fully functioning.

“—I was able to conclude my research and will be able to apply it to our future interactions. With your consent, of course.”

“S-sure,” you managed to say between choked coughs.

“Would you like to know what you’re agreeing to first?”

“Nope, that is Elijah’s department,” you waved him off like he could see your arm. “I’m gonna shower, try not to ambush me with surprise greetings when I get back.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he joked, easing back into a more casual dialogue flow.

If a voice could wink, it certainly sounded that way before Connor’s chat light dimmed out, the AI signing off for the time being. He left you alone for a bit after your shower, giving you space to roam around the house and lounge in the living room. As soon as you began to wonder when you’d hear from him again, the tablet lit up. This time it played a pleasant chime before he spoke and it sounded a little like a computer boot sequence. A bit of humor from the ghost in the glass?

“I was thinking…”

“Uh oh. Its always dangerous when an AI starts getting ideas,” you said.

“…about typical activities between companions. It’s to my knowledge that some enjoy socializing through games, movies, and outdoor adventures. Since I cannot go outside, would you be interested in an indoor game?”

“A game?”

“Yes,” he answered with a pause.

Sometimes AI would get stuck in conversations without another prompt, their computations limited to a simple back and forth exchange. It was unusual if it knew to pick up context from many conversations ago or speak without being spoken to. Connor tested those limits, seeing as how he surprised you after your run and was already adapting his language.

“Are you familiar with hide-and-seek?” he asked.

“Yeah, but that’s a children’s game,” you teased.

“I’d like to test my memory of the rooms you were in. I can ask you three questions about the items in the room and if I can’t get it, then I lose.”

“Wait, do I just lose if you get it right?”

“Yes,” he laughed.

You glared at the tablet’s calming blue glow. It was really difficult pretending to be mad at a voice of all things.

“I’m going to make this so hard for you,” you scoffed at him.

He hummed, the ring of blue pulsing in a pattern. “I look forward to it.”

The game started in the kitchen as a way of getting a glass of wine and picking the easiest room for him to figure out. As you waltzed around with a glass in hand, you were reminded of that strange door once again.

“Connor.”

“Yes?”

“You’ve got floor plans in your uh…cloud thingy. Where does this metal door near the kitchen go?”

“The door…” his voice trailed off as the beep of a rejected hand scan transmitted through the tablet. “…I don’t know.”

The tone he used seemed to imply he did but couldn’t share the knowledge with you. It was just another one of Elijah’s secrets—something about NDAs and things being on a need to know basis. Whatever was behind the door, you’d probably never see it.

“Alright, message received Elijah,” you said to the door. “Onto the next room!”

You were pleasantly surprised by how much Connor retained from your brief walkthrough of the home, the AI easily recognizing each room from just three objects. Eventually you’d exhausted all of the rooms, save for one.

“Okay, last room. I spy…a window, a mirror, and…” you hummed and decided to make things easy for him. “A lint roller.”

You placed the tablet onto the bed before turning around and sinking backwards into the mattress. The tablet, a victim of physics, had no choice but to rise from the comforter and plop beside your head. It pulsed, coloring your bed in blue light.

“We are in your room.”

“Ding ding. You win again,” you said while turning your head to the device. “I shouldn’t have made it so easy for you.”

“I must assure you that I felt adequately challenged.”

His voice sounded compressed, like he was lying on his chest in a mattress identical to yours. There was no way of course, but it almost sounded like there was fabric shifting and a faint exhale following after. Either you downed more wine than you thought, or you’d gone a little mad in a days worth of solitude. Your fingers stroked the edge of the glass as you lazily stared over the tablet at the view outside the window.

“Well, that’s it for the game. And…” you yawned, “I should sleep soon.”

“Would you like me to go?” he asked.

“You’re in a piece of glass on a king sized bed,” you answered while stretching out on satiny sheets. “I think you can stay.”

When you began to get ready for bed, you kept him around on a bathroom counter while you brushed your teeth. It took longer than you thought as he had questions about every step of your routine. It was a little strange that he had data on flirting and socializing but little on humans and their many habits. Eventually, you jokingly booted him back into the other room when you needed to use the toilet.

“Night Connor,” you said as you settled back into the bed, the tablet nested in a spare pillow beside your head.

“Goodnight,” he replied.

Normally, sleep meant tossing and turning or counting a few sheep before your body finally relaxed. Tonight was different, the events of the day instantly knocking you out into a deep and peaceful slumber.

Outside, white flecks fell from the skies, quietly blanketing the green scenery. Shoe prints from your morning jog disappeared as the weather continued throughout the night. Moonlight diffused through the windows and lit your silhouette beneath thin sheets. Deep in a pleasant dream, a smile tugged at your lips as you rolled away from the tablet.

In the darkness, a dim red circle pulsed on the black screen in time with your quiet breaths.

[thesickestfuckr]

wel-cum

hey! my name is sickfuckr. i'm a 20 year old dom top with a lot of extreme kinks who used to be on tumblr, left a bit after the porn ban (got bored), and has now come slinking back. this is basically just an nsfw/vent blog where i vomit up shit from the darkest recesses of my ocd-riddled brain. i use any pronouns because i am genderfluid. i present as very fem irl but i view myself as more masculine in gender due to my personality. i also have a penis and like using it lmao. i still call myself one of the girls though. my sexuality is a mess (but probably best described as bisexual? you'll see on my blog lmfao i basically like female bodies and male faces). also, no minors. i'll block you. and no paedo freaks (including the ageplay people who keep trying to find the most underage-looking people to harass. you make me sick) or raceplay/misogynist/bigoted freaks or actual incest/csa condoners either. i'll report you. (and zionists, begone.)

NOTE: sometimes i reblog donation links. originally i wasn't going to do it here because i thought that reblogging to a porn blog would be diminishing the issue, but this is basically the only social media i have. so, i hope that, at the very least, after you're done browsing, you'll donate to people in need if you have any extra cash.

also the dividers i use are by @cafekitsune

fetishes that you'll find here

feminization (i'm not really a fan of the word 'sissy' with all the racism and transphobia issues, even though a lot of the content i make overlaps with it, given the incorporation of pink frilly dresses or otherwise hyperfeminine and cute things)

male infantilism/abdl (i know it's controversial so i tag it under cw diapers. also if you're one of those closet paedos who want the youngest looking bitches in diapers, shoo. that literally defeates the whole point of Abdl, since the ab stands for ADULT baby)

rapeplay/dubcon (honestly i prefer dubious consent to noncon)

FAUXcest (i. do. not. want. it. to. be. realistic. at. all. the less related they look to me the better. it's a trauma thing that comes from my abandonment issues and hatred of my family so i yearn for that sort of close relationship. do not fuck your family members.)

drugging

abuse

petplay

corruption

and more!

shamefully, i am basically only attracted to middle aged men. so, i want to inflict all of this onto them!

also here are my bdsm test results

and my flist https://www.f-list.net/c/nastyshit

my main tags are:

dinspo (which stands for dom inspo, self explainatory)

sickfuckr's r34 stash (porn of fictional characters)

sickfuckr's dilf stash (pics of middle aged actors that i think are hot)

sickfuckr plays some games (answer games)

sickfuckr's stories (my own original writing)

sickfuckr talks (where i post things discussing bdsm as a community and writing erotica. meta shit, essentially, lmao)

sickfuckr's twitter reuploads (reposts of the original nsfw concepts and ideas that i posted on my now suspended twitter account)

sickfuckr shitposts (me being stupid)

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about fanfics.

here is the list of characters that i write about! i write all types of fanfics, regular and reader-insert (i only do dom!top!reader, though). feel free to send me a request!

masterlist:

daryl dixon

daryl dixon's double d's (ramble about daryl dixon's tits lmfao)

the cow  (dom!(cis)male!reader x daryl dixon)

daryl dixon gets his balls cut off (a regular fic about daryl, nothing weird at all............)

random ass characters played by actors i want to fuck

to be posted.........

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also, if you're curious about more specific kinks.....

i like dominating men (especially dilfs). particular favourite fetishes of mine are gangbangs, degredation, feminization, infantilization/abdl, ddlb, grooming adult men, really just middle-aged men acting cute and sweet you know what i mean, somno, hypnosis, drug use, stuck in wall, bukkake, (extreme) intelligence loss, speech loss, social suicide, petplay, corruption, living onahole/living fleshlight, body writing, voyerism (with me as the voyer), ahegao, addiction, hentai logic, surrealism, extreme cum play, hair pulling, physical abuse, verbal abuse, rough sex, playing an ugly bastard (aka one hot one not), wrestling, struggling, lingerie, drugging, recording, sugar daddy, age gaps with a younger dominant, incest, photographing, wardrobe control, hidden camera, spitroasting, full nelson, body modification, breasts on guys, extreme anal insertion, prolapse, cockslapping, mindbreak, mind control, moral degeneration, personality excretion, nose hook, collars and leashes, large insertions, penis size comparison, nakadashi, unusual insertions, pole dancing, glory hole, tailplug, size difference, hucow, exhibitionism, gyaku ryona, torture, mute submissives, brain damage, aphrodisiacs, wearing condoms, flexibility, sexual exhaustion, stuckage, male bimbofication, french kissing, giving hickies, biting my partner, cock worship, excessive cum, dub-con and noncon, competition between submissives, bad ends, fighting, kidnapping, medical play, prostitution, titjobs, slutty clothes, coercion/blackmail, dirty talking, discipline, extreme humiliation, lima syndrome, mental torture, speech restrictions, crying, class differences (particularly a rich person dominating a poor person), testicle torture, swollen testicles, foreskin shaming, massaging, unusual semen, detailed descriptions of outfits, thigh highs, guys in oversized shirts, and, strangely enough, men in those oversized animal-themed onesies. obviously, we don't have to include all of the fetishes. these are just things i like, so if even one is included, i'll be happy!

with regards to my tastes in guys, i like middle aged men, dilfs, and silver foxes; bonus points if you use a celebrity as a face claim, since it's fun to imagine it playing out like a movie. i also like guys with scruffy facial hair, since i don’t like excessive facial or body hair but i like dilfs. i like all body types; skinny guys (pleek no twinks that look underage), muscular guys with big tits, and cute chubby guys with long hair. i also enjoy monster or inhuman men, especially zombies, satyrs, androids, ghosts, and angels. i enjoy trashy, lower class guys, like rednecks, prostitutes, homeless guys, and all of that sort of thing. scruffy guys are adorably pathetic to me. i love guys with longer, as in shoulder length, hair. small penises are very cute, and i love seeing it on the guys that i fuck. also, i love when grown men act cute or stereotypically feminine. i find it so fucking adorable. finally, i absolutely fucking ADORE ugly-hot, creepy, or intimidating looking guys with submissive personalities.

my favourite dynamics include: (submissive) father/father figure and (dominant) son or daughter figure, prison bitch, siblings, celebrity and fan, doctor and patient, adult baby and caretaker, sugar baby and sugar daddy/mommy, pet (especially rabbits and kittens for an underappreciated bonus) and owner, stalker and stalkee, monster and human, (male) maid and master, and doll/sexbot and owner.

[butterflydm]

Nynaeve and maybe Lan for the blorbo bingo?

Thank you!

Nynaeve! <3 <3

I love her to pieces. Her PoV is a genuine trip, utterly delightful. I also love how the show feels like it distilled the essence of her and filtered out Jordan's weird obsession with making all authority figures cartoonishly violent, I have to say. Nynaeve doesn't need a thumping stick and I'm glad it was taken away from her, lol.

I love how she adopts these kids as her responsibility and then takes that so seriously that she turns her own world upside down in order to help them. I love that she both underestimates how wonderful she is while at the same time believing she is the only person in the world who isn't a fool.

The "writer's dropped the ball" is pretty much entirely about how she basically disappears as a headlining character after she and Lan get married. After that, she mostly plays back-up singer in other people's plotlines, even though there were still tons of plots that she could have headlined (I am crossing my fingers hard that we get Nynaeve doing the Black Tower plotline in the show!). Her being essentially a battery for Rand in the cleansing, for example, is just... Jordan did not have to write the plot that way.

I think that the show will absolutely not make that mistake and we will get Peak Nynaeve for the entire run. <3

I like Lan so much more in the show haha. In the books, I honestly mostly just tolerate him because many characters that I care about love him, but I genuinely love him for his own sake in the show!

The relationships that we got to see him showing with Moiraine and with the other Warders were a genuine highlight for me and I'm looking forward to seeing where he goes in the future. <3 <3 <3

The biggest issue I have with Lan is that he often gets treated as a Cool Mentor With Great Advice and some people (though not as often on tumblr) don't seem to realize that the advice that he gives Rand is awful, actually, and that the books are critiquing Lan's advice and following his advice is one of the big things that turns Rand into 'brittle hard' rather than 'flexible strong'. The thing about Lan is that he's been essentially abused since childhood by the remnants of his culture -- in a way that is understandable emotionally (he is the Lost and Last King of Malkier) but raising a child to believe it's his duty to go kill himself in an unwinnable war is a bad thing. Jordan actually DID see this very much about Lan's character -- that's the whole point about Nynaeve (and Rand) breaking down the walls inside him and letting hope back into his life. Or even back in New Spring, when Moiraine gives him a reason to dedicate his life to a purpose instead of just promising his death to a purpose (and we actively see him being abused by his culture in that book via that lady whose name I forget).

Book!Lan is the Fight Club of Wheel of Time, I guess I'm saying.

[ladyluscinia]

I really cannot make it clear enough that the only people who think Izzy Hands has a massively outsized following in the OFMD fandom are people who aren't paying attention and probably get annoyed by every positive mention of Izzy Hands.

Those of us who do post about him / read fics about him / enthusiastically ship him / whatever are far more likely to quip about how there are whole dozens of us in our corner because that's a hell of lot closer to the reality. But if plain statistics on fics or repeatedly pointing out that tumblr notes are the same people hitting that same reasonable average of double digit reblogs... Idk. Maybe a more descriptive exercise would make this clear?

I'm sorting AO3 by most kudos, looking at OFMD fics with Izzy's character tag (aka the one place he really outstrips the other side characters in numbers). A few observations:

Izzy's name appears in a fic summary for the first time on Fic 6, with "...and Izzy getting disrespected several times." Not much of a mention.

First Izzy/OC ship is Fic 7 (Hell or High Water - a title I recognize but have never read)

First Izzy/Other Character is Fic 17, with Izzy/Lucius, which also appears to be the first Izzy focused fic

Fic 22 is the first appearance of BlackHands as part of a SteddyHands fic

46 Fics in we get the first one Not Technically Ship Tagged with BlackBonnet (a Lucius/Izzy with a "background blackbonnet" tag), and at Fic 63 we get the first Actually Not Ship Tagged with BlackBonnet (a Stizzy fic about bonding over hating Calico Jack).

I think Fic 215 is the first mention of Sam Bellamy? I'm trying to find something specific and it's taking a while...

Oh wait there it is! 216 Fics by Kudos into the "Israel Hands" character tag (out of 7785 total) we have the first BlackHands fic that doesn't have Stede involved. Prior to this there were a lot of BlackBonnet fics, and notable numbers of SteddyHands and Izzy/Lucius. Hell we even hit Izzy/Frenchie and Izzy/Captain Flint before getting to this point.

I'm just really trying to illustrate here that for all the snide accusations and defensive worrying I see about all the sinister Izzy fans trying to make the whole show and fandom about him, "Izzy" content (which this ought to demonstrate is hardly all about Izzy) is just not that overwhelming. Izzy content that excludes or ignores the Revenge crew even less so. Like, run this exercise with any side character and you'll get pretty similar results - seeing as the dominance of BlackBonnet above all else is still ridiculous by fandom standards - but that's kinda the point.

Izzy is a popular side character, which is a thing that tends to happen when side characters get speaking time, characterization, camera focus, exploration of their current and potential relationships (conflict counts), etc. You know, things that Izzy gets a bunch of as an antagonist? Izzy having more content than Oluwande is not really more weird than Oluwande having more content than Buttons or Wee John? I'm not going to pretend that fandom spaces don't drop the ball on content for characters of color pretty often, but the tagged content breakdown in this fandom is not far off from what you would expect by character descriptions alone.

Like the list goes Cool Protagonist / Love Interest -> POV Protagonist -> Live-In Primary Antagonist -> Side Fun Guy with a Death Cliffhanger / Fanfic Gap Ending -> Side Pirate Assassin with a Subplot -> Assassin's Side Love Interest... I mean, maybe Lucius is a bit higher than Jim even for what "Lucius in the walls" fics can account for, or Lucius / Izzy have a bit bigger of a lead than they would without white identifying bias, but that's like? Unprovable speculation at best???

Not remotely comparable to, like, "Star Wars Sequel Trilogy" where Kylo Ren is 46.3% of fics while the two non-white protagonists are only in 35.7% (Poe) or 29% (Finn). Like Poe is technically behind Hux's 35.9%, which is absurd for a secondary antagonist no matter how fun I found his blatant evil. It's like if Chauncey Badminton was neck and neck with Jim or even Edward. That is a content percentage you should question, and the numbers might be worse in "Star Wars - All Media Types" (though Kylo does at least lose to Obi Wan).

[linskywords]

Fic Writers Q & A

tagged by @ellen-shame -- Thank you!!!

Okay I'm super bad at ever doing the things I get tagged in but here goes!

How many wips do you have currently? Lol okay let's define this relatively strictly as stories I have written at least the first few paragraphs of and actively intend to finish. I'd have to say...five? If we're counting the polycule, which is fully drafted but not yet fully revised and posted. The others are: wolfverse!Quinn, wolfverse!Jack, sub!Connor, and dom!Mitch. I also have a Jamie pov for the Trevor sequel that I briefly started, but I don't know that I'm actually going to work on that.

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish? Why do you think that is? I haven't really tried yet to finish most of them. Wolfverse!Quinn is the one I'm actively working on right now; I'll start working on wolfverse!Jack once I get to his story chronologically, since the stories have a lot of temporal overlap and will be posted in tandem. I did get 10K into dom!Mitch last month and hit a dead end; I think I know how to fix it, but I didn't intend to be working on it at that point at all, so it was probably for the best. 😂

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you? A lot of times it looks like an inspiring ask on Tumblr! Usually when a story idea hits and starts happening in my brain, I try to write down the beginning until it gets difficult; then when I do come back to write the whole thing in earnest, there's already a solid start that captures what I was thinking about at the time. (That's how I accidentally ended up with 10K of dom!Mitch last month.)

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different? Nah, I don't really target my music-listening to my writing. Though for one of my earliest Star Trek fics I listened to nothing but the Glee version of Teenage Dream on a loop. That was a good time.

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized? The first one, though I usually know the rough shape of a story before I start, and sometimes I have to plan a little more carefully if there are going to be time-specific hockey events involved. I did have to do more timeline planning for the Jack and Quinn wolfverse stories, since they're overlapping. I always write from start to finish, though, rather than jumping around, or else I can't correctly manage the character arc and mood.

tagging: @makeit-takeit and @donderwolkenblog (but no pressure!)

[butchviking]

prime numbers

thats a lot of fucking questions anon jesus christ

2. what would you name your future kids?

answered

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

this photo of ray toro it's my emergency ray and even when literally suicidal it has never filed to rouse a smile out of me

7. what was your life like last year?

amazing. last year was the best year of my life so far. i did so much cool shit i never imagined i would do i felt so free and full of life i felt like the whole world was at my fingertips

11. are you listening to music right now?

yes! this morning we're doing please catch for us the foxes mewithoutyou. i'm on tie me up! untie me! rn on my second repeat of the album. thinking about maybe throwing in an rtl or even a bullets after this playthru tho 🤔

13. how do you feel right now?

pretty good! well mostly neutral i suppose but i'm up early for work i'm already showered i don't have much to do and i've still got over an hour before i gotta go so this is a rare W for me im pleased w myself. i'm usually always up late and in a mad rush

17. opinion on insecurities.

bizarre question. um they're not good and when they're overwhelming in someone they're off-putting but we all have them and i am in many ways a simpering wad of insecurity so im hardly gonna throw stones about it. i think what is very frustrating tho is when ppl can't admit to them.

19. have you ever been to New York?

nope!

23. fear(s)

needles, unexpected spiders

29. favourite film(s)

the crow!!!

31. 3 random facts

about me or in general? umm 1. you can dissolve ping-pong balls in acetone to make a very strong glue 2. im allergic to the cold but no-one ever believes me until they see it for themselves because that sounds absolutely ridiculous 3. many viking houses were built in the shape of an inverted ship, with curved roofs and sometimes curved walls.

37. favourite actor/actress

huh. i don't think i really have one. i mean i have actors and actresses who are in things i like and who i think are good but i don't think i could point to one as a favourite. maybe david tennant but that's just sort of because he's everywhere in everything and he was(/is) doctor who

41. relationship status

single who want me

43. favourite song ever

no. we're not doing that. that doesn't exist

47. turn ons

um. nothing good. well, love. but mostly mean weird stuff. shhhhhh its fine im normal i am normal

53. 5 things that make me happy

music/concerts/moshpits

images of whoever my latest Guy (gender-neutral) is

exactly 3 glasses of wine. no more no less

talking 2 friends hanging out with friends having positive social interaction

the sense of achievement when i actually get some shit done i needed to do

59. why i joined tumblr

when i was 14 all my friends were into the whole Tumblr Aesthetic and kept referring to ppls outfits as 'so tumblr' and i wanted 2 figure out what that meant. i bet they're all long gone i bet they don't even think about this website anymore

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball GT 01

Well, here we are.  I’m doing (ugh) GT. 

Some Dragon Ball fans really enjoy GT.  I want to make it clear that I am not one of them.  I really don’t like Dragon Ball GT.  At all.   I don’t want to belabor the point, but I feel like I need to make this clear up front, just in case there’s any GT likers who might get the wrong idea.

I watched it back when it first aired on Cartoon Network in 2005, and I watched it on DVD in 2013 because I had never seen the first 15 episodes (more on that later).  This will be the first time I’ve watched it in Japanese.  I have given this show plenty of chances, and I don’t think this third go-round is likely to win me over.  So I’m probably going to have a lot of unkind things to say about this show. If that bothers you, then this is your chance to scroll down or hit the back button, or whatever it is you kids do on your fancy computers.

Part of the reason I’ve held off on this for so long is that I don’t think it makes a lot of sense to hatewatch a show in this day and age.  That used to be a common thing on the internet in the mid-2000′s, what with all the Nostalgia Critics and Angry Video Game Nerds and Furious Film Guys and the Movie Stabbers and the Cinema Insulters.   Now, it’s become a sad joke.  I’d have to do a whole transformation sequence where I put on a hat and fedora and strap toy guns to my belt so I can sit down to explain why this 27 year-old cartoon fills me with rage.  I’m already using Tumblr in 2023, so I can’t afford to fall any further behind the times.

So I’ve got a few special features that I’ve come up with to help keep this experience fresh.  We’ll just have to see how it goes, but no matter what happens, I want you to remember that I really do despise GT.  It’s just wall-to-wall crap.  Let’s-a go.

GT Stands for “Goku’s Twelve.”

So let’s set the stage here.  The final chapter of the Dragon Ball manga was published on May 23, 1995.  This was adapted into the final episode of the Dragon Ball Z anime, which aired on January 31, 1996.  So I assume during that eight month period, Toei and Shueisha had to decide what to do next.  Dragon Ball had been airing on Fuji TV at 7:30PM for years, and it was a hit.  It could continue to be a hit, except there was no new manga chapters to adapt into new episodes.  Toei surely wanted to hang on to that lucrative time slot, but there was no guarentee that another series would maintain the same ratings success. 

The solution, it seems, was to just keep Dragon Ball going without the manga.  This was nothing new for Toei, since the studio had struggled to balance the pace of the manga with their need to provide new episodes of the anime for the network.   This was where all the “filler” episodes come from.  Every so often, Toei would pad things out by making entire episodes of original story to keep the series going until the manga could “catch up”.  This is why the Namek/Frieza saga was so long, when it was fairly brisk in the comics. 

Filler episodes of Dragon Ball have been a mixed bag.  Some are genuine classics, but for every Driving School episode, there’s a Garlic Junior Saga that gets reviled by the fanbase.  Personally, I’m fond of the episodes about Goku’s training journey before the 22nd World Tournament, and the Otherworld Tournament in DBZ 195-199 is awesome.  But there are a lot of stinkers.  Even so, the basic idea of an all-filler Dragon Ball anime probably didn’t seem too far-fetched in 1996.   And so Dragon Ball GT premiered on February 7, 1996, the week after the final episode of DBZ. 

Things start out promising enough.  In the final episode of DBZ, Goku takes Uub on as his student, and promises to train him for a few years until he’s strong enough to take over as the Earth’s protector.  As the episode ends, Goku admits that his ulterior motive is to make Uub strong enough that they can have an epic one-on-one battle.  GT Episode 1 starts off with Goku and Uub having that battle.  So far, so good.

For some reason, they chose to do this inside Kami’s Lookout.  Not the palace on top of the platform, but underneath the platform.  Their battle nearly wrecks the whole thing, but Dende insists that this was the only way to do it.  Apparently  he and Popo reinforced the structure for this battle, because it was safer than having them fight out in the open, which could have damaged the planet.  Okay?

But the four of them aren’t alone on the Lookout, as a mysterious intruder has arrived to rob the place.

Turns out, it’s the Pilaf Gang, last seen wayyyyy back in a filler arc near the end of the Piccolo Junior Saga.  Before that, their last manga appearance was when King Piccolo chucked them off of their own airship.  But they’re still in the game, despite looking absolutely miserable.  Pilaf doesn’t look too bad except for his teeth, and I’ll tell you what, GT Mai’s holding up pretty well from where I’m sitting.  But Shu?  Damn, Shu looks like he longs for sweet embrace of death. 

Anyway, the Goku/Uub match makes the perfect diversion to allow Pilaf to sneak into the Lookout Palace and find the treasure he’s looking for, which is a set of Dragon Balls.  Not the ones we’re used to seeing, but an older set with black stars instead of red.  According to Pilaf, this was the first set of Dragon Balls created by Kami before he became Kami.  That is to say, back when he was the Nameless Namek, before he separated into Kami and Piccolo. 

In other words, these Dragon Balls ought to be more powerful than the ones we’re more familiar with, because they were created back when the Nameless Namekian was more powerful.  Presumably, the Black Star Dragon Balls would have lost their power after Kami and Piccolo separated, but Kami must have put the inert stones in this storage room and forgot about them.  When Kami and Piccolo recombined in DBZ Episode 141, the Black Star Dragon Balls would have reactivated, but no one would have noticed, because they were stuck in this closet the whole time.   And I suppose Piccolo never remembered them either.

So that all checks out, but I still have two major questions, which we’ll talk about in my new segment:

✨”Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

So the main defense I see of GT is that, sure, it was a flawed production, but it had some good ideas, even if they were poorly executed.  I’m going to contest that notion by picking out the “best” “idea” in each episode and questioning whether it was actually “good” or even an “idea”. This time around, it’s the Black Star Dragon Balls.  On paper, a set of defective, overpowered Dragon Balls might be worthwhile, but it doesn’t hold up to scrutiny.  The Nameless Namekian made this set first, then boxed them up and forgot about them?  That’s a hell of an oversight.  But even setting that aside, the idea in this episode is that Pilaf, the very first Dragon Ball villain, could find these things and start the chain of events that sets GT into motion.  That’s not a good idea at all, because it’s implausible.

First of all, how in the hell did Pilaf find out about any of this?  He has a throwaway line about “research”, but what could that even mean?  You don’t just go to the library and look up a book about forgotten Dragon Balls.  The Nameless Namekian didn’t write an autobiography.  Most people on Earth don’t even know the Lookout exists.  Hell, most people don’t know anything about the regular Dragon Balls.

Maybe he consulted a fortuneteller?  Pact with Satan?  Not Mr. Satan I mean the devil.  Not Spike the Devil Man, I mean the.... never mind.  

Okay, second question: Why does Pilaf need the Black Star Dragon Balls in particular?  This scene is set up as though he can’t get the regular Dragon Balls, or he has some wish that only this more powerful set could grant.  But no, he just wants to make the same wish for world domination.   So what’s stopping him from gathering the usual Dragon Balls?  I know he hasn’t had much luck with it, but what makes him think this route will be any easier?

Also, while I’m thinking about it, why didn’t the Black Star Dragon Balls show up on the Dragon Radar before?  If they really did reactivate in DBZ #141, then they’ve been sitting here for about 22 years, giving off the same signal as the other seven.  Bulma would get out her radar and find fourteen blips, with seven on the Lookout. 

Oh, and why are they lying in a pot full of skeletons?   I guess what I’m trying to say is that this whole premise is dumb as hell.

The showrunners put zero thought into any of this.  They just thought new Dragon Balls would be cool and handwaved the various reasons why this would have come up before now.  It’s a stupid, stupid thing, and the worst part is that Toei basically admits it, because they abandoned the concept about halfway into the series.

Back outside, Goku and Uub finish their fight, and Dende heals them up.  He assumes this was Uub’s graduation from Goku’s training, but Goku isn’t that formal about it.  For him, this wasn’t a test, just a friendly contest between two peers, like he dreamed up back in DBZ #291.  Nonetheless, Uub’s training is officially complete, so he says his goodbyes and heads off to check on his brother and sister.  Goku is about to head home as well, since he hasn’t seen his wife in five years. 

Actually, yeah, that line from Goku might explain why this show has some fans confused on the chronology.  I’m pretty sure the dub has a line about this episode taking place ten years after DBZ #291.  In that case, Uub would be 20 years old.  But every source I’ve ever read says that this episode is supposed to be five years after DBZ #291, so Uub should be 15.  It’s kind of hard to tell, since everyone on this show ages so inconsistently.  Is Uub a buff teen or a babyfaced young man?

For the sake of convenience, I’m going to stick to the idea that this is five years after End of Z, so this is Age 789.  Uub is 15, Goku is 52.   Still Goku’s only saying that he hasn’t seen his wife in five years.   That assumes he last saw her in DBZ 291.  But one could argue that he popped into see her two years into Uub’s training, and then this episode takes place five years after that, so this could be Age 791.  Or any year you want after 789.  I guess that’s where Funimation was coming from, setting this in Age 794.

Anyway, before Goku can leave, he notices some funny lights outside, and it’s from Pilaf on the other side of the Lookout trying to summon the Dragon.  And when you use the Black Star Dragon Balls, you get a red version of Shenron who’s much, much bigger than the one we know.   His head is bigger than the entire Lookout. 

Goku finds them and once they each remember the other, Pilaf starts shooting missiles and Goku catches them.  

Then Pilaf gripes that Goku was easier to deal with as a child, and he says that if Goku were a kid again, they would defeat him easily.  And Black Star Shenron just takes that for a wish, apparently, so he grants it.

And then he peaces out and leaves.  Thanks for stopping by, Giant Red Shenron, you big show-ruining dick.

So now Goku is a little kid and Pilaf is completely beaten, because he just wasted his wish on something stupid.  Even if he really wanted Goku to be a little kid again, since when were they able to defeat Kid Goku? 

Anyway, King Kai contacts Goku and he’s shocked, shocked to learn that the Black Star Dragon Balls are still operational.  Apparently he knew about them all along, but he thought they had been disposed of a long time ago.  He tells Goku that the only way to reverse the effects of the wish are to gather the Black Star Dragon Balls and make another wish.  But Mister Popo points out that this won’t be easy, because when the Black Star Dragon Balls are used, they don’t just separate and scatter across the Earth.  No, these balls scatter across the four galaxies of the universe.   Goku decides it’s not worth the trouble, and he’s fine being a kid again. 

So Goku heads home like he planned, only he stops off at a restaurant in the city.   Coincidentally, this is the same town where Pan is on a date.  This boy looks like he’s way too old to be dating a nine year old, but I’ve given up trying to make sense of the character’s ages. 

But there’s a hostage crisis at the bank near the movie theater, so Pan can’t go on her date while this is happening.  Irritated, she takes matters into her own hands and beats up the crooks.   Goku also happens along and tries to intervene, but Pan doesn’t recognize him, and shoos him away.  Also, her date runs away, because I guess he can’t handle the idea of Pan being super strong?  Whatever.

✨ Positivity Page ✨

Yeah, Dragon Ball GT is terrible, but I refuse to wallow in bad vibes.  So I decided to establish this segment, where I would try to find something positive about each episode, so that I can stay positive, like Diamond Dallas Page taught me.  And for this episode, I’m gonna say that it was pretty fun watching Pan clobber these goons and tell Goku to stay back.  I wish we got to see more asskicker Pan, but at least we got this. SELF HIGH FIVE.

We spend a big chunk of this episode on this revelation, because Goku doesn’t recognize Pan either, since he’s been away for so long.   Fortunately, Master Roshi happens to show up, and he helps connect the dots.  Wait, why does Pan know who Master Roshi is?  I’m not saying she couldn’t know him, but this is just taken as a given.

So Goku returns home and fills in his family.  Pan hates the idea of her grandfather being smaller than her, and Chi-Chi really hates this situation, but while Goku and Gohan talk it out, King Kai contacts them and reveals another bullshit rule about the Black Star Dragon Balls: Once they’re used, you have one year to gather them back to the planet where the wish was made, otherwise, that planet will explode.

So, now that we’ve gone over the whole thing, let’s ask the question:

✨Is it worse than the Roaming Lake?✨

The Roaming Lake is Episode 29 of Dragon Ball, and it is my pick for the worst episode of the original series and Dragon Ball Z.  So if you consider GT to be worse than either DB or DBZ, then it stands to reason that any episode of GT is as bad or worse than Roaming Lake.   And my ruling is....

WORSE.

As nonsensical and dull as “Roaming Lake” is, at least it doesn’t drastically alter the main characters as a cheap stunt, the way this episode does.  And as dumb a concept as the Roaming Lake may be, at least we never had to deal with it again after Episode 29 ended.  And the writers weren’t stupid enough to have it blow up the Earth.

So that’s 1-0 in favor of the Roaming Lake.  Not an auspicious start for GT. 

One last segment before I close this out.   Yes, it’s time for...

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Blade Braxton was a legend in the world of pro wrestling podcasts, and one of his signature skills was his ability to condense the myriad of wrestling news and discourse into a single, digestable poem.   I find that Dragon Ball GT is a huge timesink, and to spare others the hassle of watching every episode, I’ve decided to try to summarize each episode into a concise, soul-cleansing seventeen syllables.  I’ll never approach the sublime talent of Braxton-sensei, but I strive to grow stronger in the attempt.  Here we go.

Ahem.

Here we go.

Black Star Dragon Balls

They'll destroy the Earth next year!

Wish they’d hurry up.

[abrahamshipwreck]

Theres a lot of things that Bug Me about Tumblr Brand Activism and its that- if you arent seen constantly blogging about something it MUST mean you are ignoring it and are therefore as bad as the otherside, or if you aren't doing 100% perfect in boycotting or whatever you're garbage.

Many times people do what they can do. You don't know what they do outside of their blog, you don't know their situation. Someone whos only access to a grocery store is Walmart is going to have a hard fucking time boycotting walmart and surviving. I dont want to sound like Im putting on kid gloves but the whole all or nothing attitude that is common in young tumblr activists is what causes them to eventually burn out of the cause.

I have been fully aware and vocal about support for Palestine for over half of my life. I make it very clear in my daily life that I am. I do share news and info on this blog but there is a certain point that you still have to take care of yourself as well. Black and white, 100% balls to the wall online activism may seem like the way to go but heres the thing about activism- its never an instantaneous fix. Sprinting at full speed without stretching or care at the start of a marathon is not going to helo you win the marathon faster. Same for anything in life.

Ive seen it so many times before. Burn out is real- it doesnt mean you are a terrible person it means we need to be realistic about ourselves and our expectations. No one can go 100% 100% of the time. Still be aware, still do what you can- but ultimately the onus is on the government and mitary powers that be- not because someone ordered a dominoes pizza one night

[dballzposting]

I have to confess. Whenever i am feeling very deeply self consious or afraid that a headcanon or a thought on media i have is getting Too out there or "Edgelordy" or even just reading too deep into something I go and look back at the tarble darvo post again and i feel a . Well serenity isnt quite how id put it but i genuinely mean when i say I aspire to your level of confidence in just putting completely off the walls stuff Out There and being aware its not gonna be everyones cup of tea and accepting that. You have majorly affected how i go about approaching media and stuff and while i dont know if its better for fandoms im in as a whole its better for me i think and thats what matters. I hope this is getting across right i mean this very positively. I think more people should have the audacity you have and i have GOT to internalize this

MY DEAR...

I was being all sleepy and small this morning and eventually I got on my phone and I saw this ask and it made me BOUND out of bed like the grandspa in the charlie chonka chocolate factory movie . Suddenly and conveniently rejuvenated.

I DIDN'T THINK THAT ANYBODY SAW THAT POST !??! But I don't know why I would think that becasue I just checked and it has 18 notes and even a reblog that isn't from me (from a user whom i appreciate tremendously and who interacts with my freakish posts when no one else does...)

SO GLAD THAT YOU SAW THAT POST & THAT IT IS HELPING YOU!!!

I agree with what you say. I LOVE HOW YOU'VE SAID IT. I also want to specifically add that it's important to have the freedom to express whatever is in your head. It's good to be self-aware that you're being "Edgelordy" if it means accepting how people will take it, but also, like, I would even advocate for acknowledging it as self-expression before you even give it judgement.

It's important to be OFF THE WALL CRAZZAY !!!

I don't mean to sound like I know what I'm talking about however ... I just make posts. I love to do it. And that's fine.

But yeah. I REALLY RESPECT & APPRECIATE what you're aspiring to be and I'm REALLY GLAD at how your thinking has changed thus far!!!

Go on ahead and internalize it. Audacity IS authenticity. Say what's in your beautiful mind <3

I don't want to come across all sanctimonious on dragonball blog but I can't help it it just comes so naturally to me so I'll keep going...

I understand feeling afraid & self-conscious and there are a lot of interesting things that can come from an exploration of those feelings. Sometimes it's best to stay quiet if you cannot with your better conscious justify a comment and feel safe with yourself after. But most of the time it's the fear of rejection that perpetuates conformity innit. And well that's no way to live. I promise that you're allowed to explore edgy ideas and that you're strong enough to withstand others' distaste. Because you are not required to heed a response that does not facilitate discussion or thought. Others' feelings are not your responsibility. And also plenty of people will like or respect what you say as well..!

Rules to live by: 1. Do whatever you want. 2. Be able to tolerate or protect yourself from others' doing whatever they want.

There is no meaningful discussion of art and life at large if one cannot discuss with an open mind and application of those principles starts HERE on dragon ball tumblr NOW!!!

It normally isn't my way to be so black/white assertive like that bc I think that all things have value but IDK I just wanted to make the strong point....

Thank you. I CANT SAY THAT ENOUGH!! This ask is so good. THANK YOU!! Good luck. And stay gorgeous <3