#this... spiraled out of control so quickly

[naw-naw-honeyimgood]

i don't really want to enter into any sort of dialogue with Kaitlyn defenders. The one time someone from that side commented on a post of mine it was all "go touch grass" and all the fun stuff that's not conducive to anything (i blocked them).

But I saw this post that someone put in the anti caitvi tag specifically to address some anti caitvi stuff and it's kind of tired me out. The worst part about it was that both the person posting it AND the anti caitvi they were addressing made points I disagreed with, to the point that you can't comment w/o sounding like "yeah that person was wrong, but you're also not right" which sounds stupid enough not to bother.

So in all I kinda just want to summarize what my issue with Caitvi defenders are:

Say you have a friend. She's kind, loving, forgiving, and dare I say can be very gentle. She protects the people she cares about, but she never got to have a real childhood and never seems to prioritize herself. She's from a demographic that's been targeted by the police for as long as you both can remember.

Then one day she and her significant other get in an argument, and they hit her. She crumples to the ground, sobbing, and they barely look back before leaving her there.

And they don't reach out for months. Your friend is spiraling, deep in depression and self-harm, and never once do you or she hear a peep from them. You hear through the grape vine that they started seeing someone else.

She's barely managed to scrape together her pieces when they run into each other again. Complete coincidence- they weren't looking for her, were taken completely by surprise upon seeing her. In fact, before she even saw them, they attacked her before realizing who she was. They don't mention or address the separation at all.

They get in another argument and the SO throws something across the room out of angry frustration. Then, not because of the SO, she gets locked in a cell, and she's clearly not okay due to trauma and fear of isolation. SO comes down and seems very smug as they tell her she's "become predictable" while she appears to be actively having a panic attack. She initiates intimacy, and the only way they seem to protest this is by admitting they saw someone while she was spiraling- not even apologizing because she quickly says she doesn't care. They have sex.

Now she lives with them. She doesn't really have any support network- no friends, no family. You sit her down and you ask, "Did they apologize for hitting you?" She says, "they touched my wound and seemed regretful when we were getting into the sex." You say, "If they were really regretful they would've apologized" and she shrugs and says "that's just how they are." You frown, "Did they apologize for leaving you?" She shakes her head. "Did they apologize for attacking you, before they knew who you were?" Another head shake. Annoyed, you ask, "Are they incapable of apologizing?" And she says, "No, they said 'I was wrong to spring the badge on you'" And you say "First, if that was an apology, they wouldn't've let you take the badge immediately after saying that. Second, that's not an apology in the first place because they immediately follow it with a justification. So let me summarize: they hurt you, physically, mentally, AND emotionally, have not apologized for any of these actions once, and now they have total control of your life?" "I could walk away at any time. They're not keeping me hostage or anything." "Where would you go?" She stays silent.

SO I ask YOU, dear reader, this question: would you REALLY want this friend to stay where they are with their significant other??? Personally if I had a friend who was hit ONCE I'd tell them to ditch that abusive fuck. Hell I'd've told her to ditch them the second they pulled the "I thought you were on our side" card in regards to joining the system that ruined her life. And the physical abuse wasn't a one-time thing because Kaitlyn proved that she reacts violently when challenged/provoked by throwing that ship.

I'm not even going to touch on the issues of compromised morality. Kaitlyn has simply proven that she is capable of physically attacking her significant other, emotionally manipulating them "if you don't take the badge, either I or your [monster of a] sister will die(. So you not taking the badge makes it seem like you want me dead)," and is fully incapable of apologizing for anything.

Even if you want to say that she can apologize, that the whole "I was wrong to spring the badge on you" is a suitable apology, that's WORSE! Because that means that she CAN apologize, is capable of it, and doesn't see the need to apologize to Vi for anything she did! That touch in the cell? I will reiterate a statement I made in an earlier post: feeling regret for a second means nothing if you don't act on it!

How many times would you let your friend be hurt by their significant other like Vi's been by Kaitlyn before you realize that that SO isn't worth the dirt on her shoe?

[trixy812]

013 - Ride.

The mission ends without a hitch.

You’re not surprised—Nanami has that almost irritating ability to keep everything under control. With him, nothing spirals. You know where to stand, what to do, when to move. You can shut your brain off, let his orders guide you, and for a while, stop carrying the weight of decisions that could get you—or someone else—killed.

Once the area is secure, you find a quiet corner in the old gym of the abandoned school. It’s dusty, forgotten papers scattered across the floor, but the bathroom still works. You head in with your backpack and quickly change out of your mission gear—baggy, practical, shapeless—into something that instantly makes you smile. A short skirt. A light blouse. A brutal contrast to what you just did… but that’s the point.

To feel like yourself again. Pretty. Normal.

He’s waiting a few meters away, leaning casually against a crumbling wall, checking his phone. The posture looks relaxed, but his whole presence feels meticulously contained. As always.

“What are your plans now?” he asks, voice low but clear.

“Meeting a friend,” you say as you adjust your backpack. “We’re trying out a new bar near Nakano.”

He nods, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“No car today.”

“Did you take it to the shop again?”

“Yeah. Had to.”

He hesitates for half a second.

“Mind if I walk you to the station? We’re on the same line for a few stops, then I can transfer and head home.”

You shrug with a small smile. It’s not like him to say it so plainly. But it feels good.

“I don’t mind. Let’s go.”

He doesn’t mean it with double intent. He’s Nanami. He never does.

But the way he looks at you—just one second longer than usual—tells you he noticed. The change of clothes. The skirt. That something extra you put on today.

He doesn’t say it out loud. He doesn’t have to.

You board the train unhurriedly. The silence between you is easy, one of the rare kinds that doesn’t need filling. You settle near the door, your body humming with that sweet fatigue that follows a job well done. With your backpack hanging off one shoulder, you glance at him. He’s standing right in front of you, one hand gripping the overhead bar. The motion pulls his sleeves up slightly—veins, tendons, his long fingers. That composure of his that never cracks.

You let yourself look for a second longer than necessary.

And for once, you let the thought bloom, unfiltered:

Nanami looks ridiculously good like this. Serious. Comfortable. In control.

But just one stop later, the world crashes into the train. A swarm of bodies pushes in without care, no space left to breathe. You’re crushed from every angle. Your backpack turns into an instant obstacle between you and him. You shift your arms, slip it off, and drop it gently at your feet. It’s a small gesture, almost nothing—except now, nothing separates you from him.

You’re facing Nanami. So close, you could count his lashes.

He’s taller, solid, so… him.

His gaze drops for the briefest second to your neckline. Then back to your face.

Like nothing happened. But it did.

Another jolt. The train brakes hard. You stumble into him.

His arm moves behind you instantly, a protective brace between you and the crowd.

And there—amid the noise and heat and chaotic breath of strangers—you feel it.

His erection, thick and unmistakable, pressing into you.

Your breath hitches. He notices.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, barely a whisper. But he doesn’t move.

You don’t feel sorry. Not even a little.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline still clinging to your blood. Or maybe it’s just that you know him. Deeply. You know he won’t cross a line unless you do.

So you make a choice.

You turn.

Your back now pressed to his chest. Your hips just shy of his erection.

You know exactly what you’re doing.

So does he.

The train shakes again. A perfect excuse.

You push back into him. Once. Twice. Just enough.

Just so he feels it.

Your ass against the growing heat of him.

He exhales sharply through his nose. His hands hover at your hips, unsure—whether from caution or restraint, you’re not sure. But you’re already touching him. Already inviting.

He says your name like he just realized it sounds different when whispered like that.

There are no more apologies. No pulling away.

His fingers, broad and warm, settle discreetly at your waist as you move with the rhythm of the train. There’s no space between your bodies. And you don’t want any.

His lips graze your ear—not even sure if he meant to, or if the movement just placed him perfectly there.

“If you keep moving like that…” he breathes, voice low, strained, “I’m not going to make it home.”

Your entire body tightens.

Like someone flipped a switch under your skin.

Your cheeks burn. And so does the heat pooling low in your belly.

The next station announcement barely registers. It’s a blur.

But you hear him.

His voice right at your ear, steady but dark with hunger.

“Get off with me.”

You fumble for your phone without even looking at the screen.

Text your best friend:

“Running late. I’m so sorry hahahahaha”

Surprise, Bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me!

I am back!! I had this story on my mind for a long time and @sicksorrows actually gave me the idea MONTHS ago! She wrote it on a prompt. unfortunately, i was not able to find the post.

[razberrypuck]

I think it's really funny that queen joined the riptide pirates because a strange fish man was moved to tears by her singing and was like "hey me and my friends going to a battle of the bands next month you should come" (failing to mention that "me and my friends" are the most wanted pirates in the world) and then they just. didn't do that.

like they were ambushed by the navy before they even fucking LEFT all-port; and then they got high and were attacked by a fucking minor deity of the undersea; and then the captain that invited queen is like slowly dying from exhaustion but that's not important right now; and then they're on and island for a little bit and that part was fine until they're ambushed by the navy AGAIN on their way back to all-port; and THEN they decide now is a good time to go into the hell ocean made of evil gunk and dead people that no one is allowed to go in, and queen almost dies SEVERAL TIMES and is forced to confront someone from their past that he doesn't quite remember but is HORRIFIED of. and her consolation prize is a crown which, admittedly, was lovingly made by his captains in an attempt to cheer them up, but like. jesus christ. I think they missed battle of the bands.

[wispurring-moss]

i am so normal about him I Am So Normal About Him I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM—!!!!!!;;;;;;;;;;;;;

[toothpuulp]

i need a copy of blood meridian double spaced and with margins ten inches wide so that i have space for all the little notes i wanna write 😵‍💫

[cottoncandylesbo]

Huge fan of fuckpigempire.com 2.0 I like the gleebnar puzzle and the delightful reviews 👍

thank you! more updates to come 👍

[velvetjune]

Spoilers for Alan Wake/Control games and DLCs: one of the things I really like in Alan Wake 2 is the confirmation that, no, Alan can’t create something out of nothing. There were implications in-story that supported that, but it was good to have that be a big part in the sequel. The AWE control dlc easily made it seem like Alan himself had a role in the events of the game and the formation of the FBC, and, personally, seeing it through that lens cheapened a lot of the game and Jesse’s story. Instead, having his writing influence the Hiss and try to manipulate (even out of desperation) Jesse/the FBC to end Hartman and get help, fit right into plot and conflicts of Alan Wake 2, with Alan being sympathetic, but also an asshole for trying to change and control people’s lives in his writing.

[clowndensation]

watching this video about the wasted potential of jjk is making me feel so bad for this guy 😭 like oh noooo you had hopes and dreams...

[theharuspex7]

the hart hunt

[eileennatural]

by faaarrrr the best part of hxh chimera ant arc is killua's storyline/emotional arc. havent finished it yet but. really hope he takes some kind of vacation after this there is So Much he needs to Unpack

[justlisalisa]

Plot??? In my Porn?

Eh. I guess. It happened.

[immunetoneurotoxin]

Just wanna drip by and say Incendiary has made itself a permanent resident in my brain.

Your writing is absolutely amazing, every scene got me gripping my seat in excitement. Seeing someone write a Pyro-focused long fic, let alone texas toast is so so so rare, I think I've only read 3 (including incendiary) that I've liked so far.

I love this little fire guy with all my heart, and I absolutely adore how you didn't make him too much like a child like how many mischaracterize him. There's the childlike wonder in him but he is capable when push comes to shove and I like that a lot! Every single characterizations in this fic is wonderful, I would love to give Engie a little kiss on his bald head.. he's so adorable.

I'm probably rambling but I just love this fic so much. I'm dealing with semester's midterms, stressed as all hell and this fic has been keeping me going. I practically cheered when I saw chapter 10 update in my inbox lmao. I would love to maybe make some fanart when I have the time, should I just tag you on this site?

Thank you so much for writing Incendiary dude, no kidding when I say it changed my life. I can't wait for the story to unfold! Please take care of yourself and rest well. Good luck on the job hunting as well!!

Omg stranger whoever you are, I just about teared up seeing this in my Inbox -

This is the most grandest, heartfelt comment I think I've ever received in my entire writing career and my heart is GUSHING rn!!!! I was literally out running errands when I saw this and I couldn't stop thinking about it -

When I joined the TF2 fandom in like... oh god, 2014 I think, I was really shocked to see throughout the years that there weren't many Pyro-centered stories out there, which blew my mind. Like how could there not be a deluge of fanfic for Pyro, who is this extremely mysterious, multi-faceted character with so much room for interpretation?! When I first watched Meet the Pyro, I KNEW I had to write a novel about Pyro. Who they are, where they came from, and what happened to them before the events of the gravel war. Massively inspired, of course. But still nonetheless, an origin story that could very well be canon if squinted at, hehe.

This rings true for texas toast content, too!! There isn't a whole lot of it out there and it makes me so sad - I love their dynamic so much! When Incendiary is finished, I do plan on writing some more texas toast oneshots on my AO3 to fill that void. <3 One of the plans is to write a short story about their relationship during the gravel wars as well, that takes place after the events of Incendiary. (plus, Incendiary has only just started to crack the surface tension of the slow burn, and it's only a matter of 1-2 chapters away from when the texas toast really starts showing through so there is that to look forward too as well. (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ ))

also I literally hollered when I read your comment about Pyro's characterization in this story especially, because THAT is THE ONE THING I have been working so incredibly hard towards holy shit - when I tell you the amount of stories I've read that writes them off as this danger-child that needs supervision - which don't get me wrong is not an entirely bad thing!! they do have this massive childlike side to them, but there is also so much more to them than how the fandom perceives them, not taking into much consideration how they typically canonically act in the comics/in-game, and taking into LARGE consideration Meet the Pyro. I was reeling when I realized that a lot of people seemed to completely forget about that interview. I could go on a whole rant about this sdfghjkl but yes, Pyro is definitely more than capable when push comes to shove! they are in a war, after all ;)

and engineer, oh man. I love that soft Texan so much. :') I could talk your ear off about him too!

man I am definitely rambling now, but I literally cannot even express how genuinely happy I am receiving this message, it means the actual world to me. and FANART?!?! oh my god YES - you can definitely tag me here if you do make fanart for Incendiary!! I would be BEYOND honored omg

Thank you so so much for brightening my entire year with this feedback literally - I'm so honored to have you here as a reader and a fan. <3 And I'm sending you all of the luck with your midterms!! You've got this!!

[serendipitous-mage]

op this shit was VIVID (trigger warning: op's post contents - some gore/blood and blurry/implied animal bodies)

(other than the bright reds and the white in the last panel, everything was color picked from my dash with how i saw the post, greens/browns/low contrast reds were all from op's avatar :3 was trying to keep As Much of the vibe as possible)

Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.

[nednickerson]

i went to oktoberfest a few years ago and got absolutely wasted and my friend wanted to leave and i was super drunk so i told him it was fine to leave me and he did and then i ended up losing my phone and getting picked up by the women's rescue ladies and when we got my phone back they called my friend and were like "wtf why did you leave her" and i was like "i'm fine i can get back on my own" lmao okay

[sunflowersand-bees]

tumblr pls create a mass block button for us poor souls who got attacked by bots and submitted reports and nothing ever got done

this is gonna take so long

[wiltinglycoris]

Shinzou, a stickman/stickfigure OC