#wasnt thinking with spite in the moment

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

the thing i love about bill cipher is that even after i've learned all of this stuff about him, seen him at the most vulnerable he'll ever get, seen him at his most innocent, i still can't give a flying fuck about trying to justify his actions. yes he's traumatized, yes he was twisted into what we know today, and while it gives a semblance of context to why he did what he did, it doesn't matter. he still ruined ford's life. he still drove and baited multiple humans to suicide. he still tormented every human he saw as his ticket out of the consequences of his own actions. he still took delight in his actions. he was willing to commit genocide for fuck's sake!!! (freezing all of the humans into statues). trying to explain away what he did does not get rid of what he did, but it certainly puts it in perspective. you won't be catching me being a bill apologist any time soon <3

[nomairuins]

wtvr. i ate some crepes

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

pspspsps You know you want to talk about Logan and Thomas and gender.

i DO

through most of the story we've seen so far Logan was a man, but the most accurate descriptor of his gender was probably "brother." Logan didnt know what gender he might have been if he was raised fae, and his perception of himself was so very tied to being a reflection of thomas that it impacted his physical and mental development at every turn - how he looked and aged were directly tied to thomas.

by the end of thomas's life, he had started to separate himself enough to stop aging in lockstep, his hair turning red where thomas's turned gray and eventually stopping aging altogether. after thomas died, he actually slid backward to being younger than virgil again but at his core "thomas's brother" was still a major cornerstone of his identity

When she transitioned, Logan wasnt worried about thomas specifically not loving her - by the end of his life and definitely by that age, she was more assured of thomas's unconditional love for her than just about anything else. her worries with patton and roman stemmed from knowledge that in life they had been attracted exclusively to masc people, and that they might still care about her but not be able to love her the way they had before

So she doesnt have that particular problem thinking of thomas, but it still feels a little like a betrayal, especially as her body starts changing, because she loves her new body and is very comfortable in it but she's also hyperaware of the way every change makes her look less and less like thomas. at the peak of these cycles, she knows they still would look like siblings, but they definitely dont look like twins

and no matter how much she enjoys the changes, it still feels like losing pieces of him

but in the afterlife, this becomes less of a concern, because people arent physical in the same way. everyone is just soul-to-soul, looking familiar to those who know them but also being aware of a lot of other stuff that you cant perceive in a physical body

Roman knows Logan's a woman in the backyard the moment he sees her, in spite of Logan having been there a week already and most definitely not when they went to bed last night. she does look visually different, but that knowledge has nothing to do with her physical body, its that Roman can see the spirit of her and know she's different

all of which is to say that logan and thomas standing next to each other in the afterlife look not only like twins but like the most twinny twins to ever twins, regardless of what Logan looks like visually. she can finally relax in the knowledge that she gets to keep both, no matter what phase she's in, forever :)

[staenless]

STEDDIE LUNCHBOX FIC PART THREE

It was a week be

Sorry this took so long Ive been busy with beauty school and struggling with motivation tbh lol. Looking back at the previous two parts this needs a LOT of editing but honestly I don't think I can rn so you'll all have to suffer through unedited chapters for now, sorry! Anyway I'm very tired rn so I won't hold up with authors notes anymore, I hope you all enjoy this and please share your thoughts (they fueled this chapter tbh)

It was a week before Tommy passed his lunch on again. Eddie sat in his cubicle nose flaring at lunchtime everyday, a pavlovian response to the clunk-tick of the bento box popping open. He could smell meats, vegetables and fruits, cheesy pastas and salt-buttered rolls. Under it all he could smell that sugar sweet ginger and floral scent, Steve.

Eddie's own lunches were rare, and when he did lower himself to eat at the company café he always found it wanting. Nothing quite matched up to a meal made painstakingly by hand. He wondered if this was part of Tommy's cruel mockery, to hand him something he was unworthy of to let him taste heaven, then snatch it away and leave him stranded in a world of bland flavorless slop.

That wasn't to say the café food was bad. In actuality it was surprisingly good. The young woman who ran it had been part of a government program to teach underserved highschoolers skills, and her meals were wholesome and tasty. She had baked a cake for the company holiday party, and when she say Eddie savouring the bites she confided her secret: a third of the flour was substituted with corn flour to give it a texture. It was the best homemade cake Eddie had ever eaten, though he had very little to compare it to.

So no, the food at the café, the bar and the grocery store and - godforbid - Eddie's own kitchen wasnt bad. It was of a higher standard he was used to, and it was filling and tasty, and he ate what he liked instead of what his guardians decided he should eat. But none of it had the taste of Steve's hands on it, and so none of it could ever compare. He mindlessly shoved forkful after forkful into his mouth, chewed and chocked it all down. He missed Steve's food, after only tasting it once.

The day Tommy decided to grace Eddie's desk with the tin lunchbox again hadn't started out special. In fact as the clock slowly ticked into the luncheon hours Eddie had long resigned himself another cafe meal when Tommy's cackled echoed across the floor.

"Nah, he's going into heat soon so he's been extra bitchy... I've had to pull late night's just to get some damn peace"

Eddie's hackles rose. Omegas in preheat needed stability, reassurance. Spending hours away would just make their preheat anxiety worse, something Tommy was either too stupid to realise or too cruel to care.

"Aw c'mon man," one of the stuffy suited alphas beside him gave Tommy a heart shoulder clap, "heat is the whole point of marrying an omega, right? Man what I'd do to get to fuck one, is it true they can't think of anything other than cock?"

Tommy's low chuckling makes Eddie grit his teeth,that was basically conformation. He's out here discussing his omegas private, vulnerable moments like it's water cooler gossip. Barely containing a growl Eddie peaks over the cubicle and finally spots the group by the - oh for fucks sake - gathered around an honest to God watercooler.

"Yeah the fucking is great, he always bitches about wearing a collar but once he's in the heat of it," smattered giggles, "he forgets aaaalllll about it. Almost makes the week before worth it. Almost." The last line sounds almost spiteful, but his cronies don't seem to take note.

"How'd you even bag him? I mean sure omegas aren't that rare but I hardly see any that aren't mated, especially a nice tame one that'd pack me lunch."

Something in the air turns sour, and when Eddie peaks over again in a bizaar mimic of an old whack-a-mole game, he can see Tommys face twist and turn in on itself. He seems torn between frustration and pride, like a dog showing off its gold plated collar.

"It was a family thing," he says, the vague answer telling just enough for his buddies to drop it while still answering their question. He glances down at the lunch box in his hand and his upper lip twitches in disgust, then his eyes rove over the office cubicles before locking onto Eddie. Shit, too late to duck down, and Tommy marches over, smarmy smile stretching over his too-white too-straight teeth.

"Munson!" THWACK. Ow. "You not having lunch?" Tommy leans down, weight on Eddie's shoulder where his fingers dig in just enough to make Eddie want to bite him. But the possibility of getting his paws on that lunch box, on Steve scented food, outweighs his instinct to fight the alpha trying to impose himself.

"Shit man," his grin is all teeth, "I hadn't even noticed the time! Guess I'll have to run down to the cafe and pick something up, huh?" It's fake. It's so fake and they both know this conversation is just a formality, the conclusion already known.

"I'll save you the trouble," Tommy should have persued an acting career, the script sounds so natural as he straightens up and clacks the lunch box onto Eddie's desk, "I'm heading out to lunch with the boys, you'd be doing me a favour." The last part doesn't sound like a lie, and if Eddie wasn't so desperate for the lunch he'd wonder why Tommy was so desperate to get rid of it.

"Thanks man," he spits out to Tommys retreating form. He mutters something - likely demeaning - to his cronies who titter, then leave together like a pack of cackling hyenas.

Eddie launches from his desk and flies to the rooftop, lunchbox clutched desperately in his hands, cigarettes forgotten. Once he reaches his usual spot his pops the lid, thrumming with excitement at the sight of another note. Ignoring the food over the sweet omegas words he plucks the folded yellow paper and gingerly unfolds it.

"please come home early"

His heart plummets. Right. Steve is in preheat, he obviously wants his alpha. But Tommy said he was avoiding Steve, and now the note confirms that. Please come home early, but no "I miss you" . No "love Steve". It seemed impersonal, something like an order, or begging, but without the hope either of those entail. He recalled Tommys other statement. It was a family thing.

Eddie was familiar, though distantly, with the idea. Arranged marriages were hardly a thing anymore. The star charts, the burnt herbs and entrails spread out beneath a crones trembling hands was far too gouche for modern metropolitans. The payments in silk and bovine too backwards and simple for their forward thinking ways.

Marriages were a more democratic affair for the rich and wealthy, planned out in wood panelled offices with huffing cigar breaths, Alpha to Alpha, the prospects of mergers and inheritance trumping starsigns and blood types. Arranged marriages was for backwards, superstitious folk, agreements were for the rich to keep the money in arms reach. Steve and Tommy were an agreement.

And by the looks of if; no mating bite, avoidance during preheat and the tone Tommy musters when discussing his spouse? Not a particularly blissful agreement. Still. Please come home early, Steve must find some comfort in Tommy's general existence if he wants him around over a trusted family member or close friend. Or pup. Tommy never mentioned a pup, but whether that was because he didn't have one or didn't care much to talk about it was somewhat up in the air.

Eddie brought the note to his lips, just toughing, and breathed deep. The ginger of Steve's scent was less sweet now, his preheat brining out the spice. Something like pepper ticked the back of his nose, pulled the air from his lungs and a final floral smell brought him back in, the sweet aftertaste of a spicy treat. The flowers smelt fresh, Eddie could recall the lily's at his mother's grave smelling the same. Somewhere in his mind he knew that comparison should scare him, but the memory of her grave after the funeral had always been rose tinted by Wayne's kind smile when he took his hand and gently lead him away. Eddie pulled the note away and his lips twitched up, that floral after taste was definitely lily's.

Eddie spared the food a glance, and as delicious as it look, he had something else on his mind. He looked down at the note in his hands, his hind brain sparking to attention at the scent of the omega, and the idea of him home alone in preheat. Eddie wanted to comfort him, to sooth his nerves and let him know he was safe and loved. He wanted to pace the door in front of their den, while Steve nested inside, to protect him from any intruders and serve him. To hold his hand, his waist, to pillow his head on Steve's chest and listen to his heart beat and bathe in his scent.

He couldn't. Steve was married, as much as Eddie's hind brain shouted "not mated" and Steve didn't even know Eddie, let alone allow the alpha into his nest. But Eddie couldn't help it as he pressed the note to his wrists and neck, mind whirling with ideas on how to comfort the omega. Somewhere between kissing Steves fingertips through fruit and the ginger of his scent burning Eddie's nose, the alphas heart had already pledged itself to the omega, already bared itself - pledged itself to his service. If all Eddie could offer was comfort, crossing lines of proprietary was no hurdle.

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[secretlilsis]

Big brother just functioned differently from her. She had often cut herself on that, emotionally, of course. But it was also what in her eyes, often made him years ahead of her - but what also endearingly made him completely blind on other areas, like he was fumbling in the dark.

No matter how often they talked, she felt there was a lot she didnt understand and possibly never would.

So when big brother told her that the obsession he felt to her, wasnt good for either of them, she played along - she played the role she was sure he wanted to see, she feigned a emotional maturity and logical understanding she did not posess. She agreed that it wasnt good, and admitted that maybe she was even a little bit uncomfortable with it.

But on the inside she felt confusion, why did he see it as something unhealthy for them? Why did he want to change how things were? When she thought about it, each time it had come up remotely, he had always been so apologetic about it, and that in spite of not truly being capable to feel any semblance of guilt

Sometimes she wondered whether that only was cause he assumed there was no way she could enjoy this or like it whatsoever, or whether like she knew - he had always shielded her of the darker aspects of this obsession, that she herself only enjoyed the throughly filtered, and consume-ready presented aspects of it he himself allowed her to see and experience.

She wondered if it was that she maybe really wouldnt enjoy it if his obsession became more overt, rather than the nicely, comfortingly filtered tailor-fitted version of it she knew, or whether maybe he was simply under the impression she could never like any aspect of it to start with and considered all of it a discomfort.

She bit down on her tongue, almost as an act of self-aggression. She didnt like the idea, that maybe - just maybe, if she told him the truth of how she felt - that she enjoyed it, that she loved how he looked at her - as if he wanted to own all of her, consume her entirely.. that she enjoyed it so much.. that maybe hed stop trying as hard?

She hated thinking and feeling it, because she felt maybe there was a great illoyality towards him within that, but she felt it anyways. If he stops thinking this is something to apologize for and understands how I truly feel, our dynamic will change once more, in a direction she could not control or foresee. She didnt like it.

She burried herself in his chest, his eyes mustering her steadily - then suddenly softening "What? Do you want something?" He teased. "You know what I want.." She whispered, their skin sticking to one another because of the heat around them. It was a hot summer day. She didnt want to think, she didnt want to feel confused, naive or guilty she mit feel - she wanted him all over her instead. "Of course I do, but it doesnt hurt to hear you say it, does it?" He grinned into her. He always looked so happy to know she wanted him back in that way. "I want you.. inside of me.. big brother.." She mumbled into his shoulder, half hiding her face from him. "Alright, ill give you what you want..." He started to play with her breasts, teasing her nipples and shed slowly let go of any doubt or unpleasant feeling she had - only feeling him, like he was the entire anchor point of the world, like without him shed simply slide off the world like gravity did not exist. His touch felt warm, known yet exciting. He always looked at her with that intensity when touching her, there was something so posessive about even the most gentle of sexual acts, as long as he was the one doing it. By the time his hands reached inside her panties she was already beyond wet, she could feel his grin widen. He loved knowing how much she enjoyed him. "Youre so good at this big brother.. It feels.. so.. so good." She whispered. "I love it so much.." her voice sounded mellow, lost in the heat of the moment. She felt that feeling all over her body, yet somehow still coming from that sunken place deep within her - this was good, this was what she needed, and yet it wasnt enough. She needed to feel him more. She wanted to make this moment last forever. Her voice echoing through the room, one moan after another. Until he finally put his member inside her, and she felt herself reaching even higher heights. She wondered what that was called, when you have everything you want right there, but you want it so badly, that you want it more than is possible. You feel so fullfilled, so good, so sexed out, so high on it - and yet its not enough. Never enough.

She wanted him like this more than anything, and she fully knew that whilst he could see the pleasure in her face, and he felt he was owning her in his own words - he didnt know, not even a tiny little bit how intense she herself felt. And she didnt understand why she couldnt tell him.

She loved him, she loved most of him in silence, most of it was never said out loud, even though they already were so close and shared so many secrets. "Fuck im close to cumming.." He whispered into her ear, her body tensed up in sheer arousal and anticipation.. "Me too.." She responded. He looked at her, all over her body - taking her in, and kissed her right then and there, "Of course you are, my perfect girl." They both climaxed, and their heavy, tired bodies hit the bed and seperated again after coming together so closely. He looked at her with vibrant and awake eyes, she looked at him too and wondered, why it was so much easier to do this over and over again, instead of expressing half of what she thought and felt.

His eyes were so full of affection in that moment, laced with a generous amount of posessiveness. She knew though that no matter how hard he looked at her, hed never be able to look into her just in that same way. Maybe it was better that way?

[moonshynecybin]

I know Marc is incredibly competitive just on his factory settings alone, but do you think vale saying he helped Jorge win because it would mean it was "easier to equal vale’s amount of championships" motivated him?

Idk I think after I had processed something like that I would think: I am going to win 10 come hell or high water.

you are correct! i agree i think he is so fucking baseline crazy he'd want to win no matter what. like valentino was right that marc wants to equal/surpass him i just dont think he was helping jorge in 2015 dajfkajh

but yeah. like i think because hes already so wrong in the head vis a vis winning we tend to ignore that marc DOES have a the sexiest quality a professional athlete at the top of their sport can have: the ability to convert hater energy into wins. injecting spite into his veins and stunting on them. blowing kisses to the stands in mugello level diva moments. like in sepang the reason he got kicked off of his bike (besides vale's category 5 ego crisis meltdown) was because he decided to be ANNOYING and ruin vale's day and race him 100% the entire way after that goddamn press conference :) like last season when pecco was pissed off bc he thought marc was getting a tow from him and marc wasnt! until he saw pecco was mad and then he followed him. and gave him a cunty little thumbs up. like he exclusively chooses people who are pissed off by it. often academy riders. because he thinks its funny. which i love <3 so yeah i'd say its extra motivation!

[dateamonster]

read the liar satsuki epiloque and ya know i wasnt sold on satsuki/komachi at first but im slowly coming around. i like the concept of both of them as adults continuing to learn how to navigate their respective abilities together, komachi letting satsuki know when someones death is approaching so she can scout for a phantom corpse, satsuki reminding komachi as many times as needed that she deserves to live in spite of her curse.

i feel like i mightve warmed up to komachi as a character sooner if we got to spend more time with her in this way, although obviously that wouldnt be possible in order to preserve the big twist. still its nice, and more importantly HAPPY ENDING FOR AKIRA! shes a chef!! she gets to keep hanging out with her friends!! i also really like the decision for her to sorta keep her mom more on the fringes of her life. like its nice theyre in contact and on decent terms but i think its a very strong very accurate character decision for akira to be insistent on living apart from her as soon as shes able, and its an equally strong choice to acknowledge that that doesnt sit entirely right with satsuki! even if she respects her decision, of course she wouldnt be able to empathize completely with her reasoning.

part of me does wish the beginning of satsuki and her dads reconciliation was more part of the main series rather than being relegated to the epilogue, but hey im also just glad its finally actually happening. i like getting a little of dads pov here too, and i Love the manga establishing that he doesnt actually still blame satsuki for her mothers death after all these years, in fact he actually fears that his blaming her initially is what set her on a path of "lying" and causing trouble. and in a way hes not wrong!

we also get to see how satsuki is a lot more like her dad than originally indicated; hes where she gets her rock solid and occasionally black and white sense of duty. we see that he blames himself so much when he fails to save a patient that he feels like he has no right to try and console the family, inadvertently making the situation worse, and through that interaction we start to understand the underpinnings of his and satsukis fractured relationship. he messed up and turned on his daughter in a moment of grief, and now he feels like he has no right to be in her life, completely missing the fact that she wants him there, that she does what she does not out of resentment towards him but out of guilt and grief and perhaps above all admiration for his dedication to the preservation of life!

when a father and daughter are simply both too autistic in the same way to communicate openly and healthily. i feel that.

[safety-writes-noms]

Major Miguel enthusiast here - love your ATSV headcanons/predcanons!

Since you requested spidervores asks - thoughts on Miguel using his enhanced senses to track down and nom a tiny anomaly?

YES OFC

THIS IS NOT NSFW AT ALL!!! KINK BLOGS AND NSFW BLOGS DNI

vore underneath cut!!!

He can’t help himself when he comes in contact with anomalies on the smaller side. It’s like a simmering under his skin, an urge to hunt and he gladly indulges with only a vague sense of shame. After all, this is an anomaly and tiny ones are usually very difficult to catch. So surely no one will bat an eye if he has to use unorthodox methods to contain them, right?

He has no problems searching for the anomaly in the dark, even if it’s pitch black. He has very light sensitive eyes that were made to be able to see in even the darkest conditions. Enhanced eyesight is really convenient for when he needs it — just not for the person he’s hunting down.

The thrill of the hunt itself sets his subconscious alight. It’s not that he’s not usually determined to catch anomalies, he’s anything but unmotivated to do so, but something about tiny ones just make his instincts rise up from the back of his head like wildfire. He blames being 50% spider and the innate desire to catch small creatures.

He’s like a well oiled machine when he’s in sync with his instincts although the trade off is that he doesn’t think as logically as he would normally.

He’s also abnormally good at scent tracking. Even though he thinks it’s a little animalistic he admits that it’s a useful skill and that it gets the job done. Miguel is a whole lot more likely to swallow an anomaly with a more sugary taste/scent, and especially so if they’re tiny.

The longer the chase is, the more his frustration and determination grows. As well as the desire to nom the anomaly out of vague spite and instinct. If they’re particularly troublesome it’s practically guaranteed he’ll swallow them as soon as he manages to catch them. He sees it like a tiny reward for his efforts. Especially if they’re feisty. He doesnt mind having them tire themselves out on the plush lining of his stomach.

Miguel will not be gentle. Especially if catching the anomaly took longer than he wanted. He might even draw it out if he’s that pissed. He won’t bother to tell them that they’re safe either just to feel them squirm and fight since it feels nice for him. Like a massage, but on the inside. He’ll scoop them up and with no warning, stuff them in his mouth. Drench them in saliva so that they’ll go down easier and swallow, sending them down to their temporary warm and slimy prison.

— (bonus bc I'm bored rn)

“There you are,” the words are quiet, but spoken with a hint of a snarl. It makes your blood run cold and you freeze, finding yourself tucked into a dead end.

Fuck.

You had tried your best to escape. Seriously. Using what weapons you had on you to your advantage, ducking behind obstacles and darting through tiny openings. In your humble opinion you had at least given this gigantic man a run for his money. This gigantic terrifying man.

You hadn't even known what was happening, getting sucked out of your dimension and so rudely dumped out in this random place. You think it’s an abandoned warehouse…except so much larger in size. Courtesy of the tear in the multiverse that spat you out here like a discarded piece of gum. Or something equally gross.

Not to mention the very disturbing glitching your body was going underway every few moments. If it wasnt for the excruciating pain that burned through your body in tandem to the glitches, you would have assumed it to be a nightmare. You’re vaguely sure you saw your lungs outside of your body for a fraction of a second while you glitched.

Those aren’t even your most pressing problems at the moment. You hear a quiet thump as the — man-creature-spider (?) drops down from the ceiling gracefully. You’re not even sure how something so large could be so quiet.

Your neck aches as you have to crane your head just to get a good look at him as he stalks closer. Eerily reminiscent of a predator. He looks a bit like Spider-Man in your home dimension, if Spider-Man wore a mainly blue suit and looked like a monster out of the deepest depths of the abyss.

Maybe that wasn’t fair. You hadn’t seen his face after all. Honestly, you’re not even sure you want to anymore.

Although you had trouble seeing in the dim light here you had still manage to stretch out the hunt for longer than he had been anticipating and at least piss him off. Hiding among the gigantic shelves, tossing everything and anything you could find at his head. You had found out very quickly that this guy, as much as he looked like Spider-Man, did not have that insane sixth sense.

What he did have, however, were apparent talons and a determination that burned above all else to catch you. And kill you. Or eat you. You’re still not sure what he wants.

You spin around, your back pressing forebodingly against the cold walls. There’s no escape route now. Terror and adrenaline rush through your veins like fire, your breaths coming in unsteady puffs.

Maybe you can try and dart around him. Go under and try to find the exit to this place.

He lunges before you can even act on your plan. Or blink. A tight fist big enough to completely curl around your entire body closes in on you. It feels like your stomach’s dropped as he brings you up to his face with a low growl. Still though, just because you’ve been caught doesn’t mean you’ll make this any easier. You squirm and his grip only tightens warningly.

“You are so annoying,” He hisses. “I’m trying to shocking help you and you’re — “ Doesn’t feel like helping you think to yourself dryly and double down on your efforts. You almost manage to slip out of his hand, but are promptly caught with another one. The Spider-Man monster dude is not happy with you in the slightest.

He mumbles something in Spanish, probably a curse judging by the hissing undertones and glare he sends your way.

“Just — stop moving,” He says agitatedly as you continue trying to escape. You can practically feel his blood pressure rising. Talons prick at your back and you squirm away from them.

He scrutinizes you silently, narrowed lenses of his mask boring into you. You seriously don't like that look.

“Fine,” he snaps. “If you want difficult, I’ll show you difficult,”

Before you can even wonder what he means by that, his mask dissipates with a gleam of some sort of technology that you wont bother to try to figure out.

The first thing you note are burning red irises, fixated on you hungrily. The second are the bared fangs, long and dangerous. His maw opens, revealing a large plush tongue and a dark cavern leading down to what you assume to be a rather painful death.

No way. No way this dude is actually going to eat me, you think to yourself, horror surging up inside of you. No fucking way.

Apparently yes fucking way, as you’re stuffed into his mouth rather unceremoniously. It’s hot and wet and everything keeps moving, keeping you disoriented above all else. The light filtering in behind you disappears as he shuts his mouth with a quiet click of finality.

Saliva soaks into your clothes and his tongue curls around you lightly, leaving a thick sheen of spit over your body as well. Pearly white teeth surround your body, glinting in the low light.

the spider-monster-man person hums pleasedly -- is he enjoying this??

Renewed vigor surges through you and you grimly slot the bottom of you feet at the roof of his mouth and pushing. He grunts muffledly and to your elated success, you manage to open his maw slightly.

Fuck him and his stupid fangs. And his stupid "help".

He hisses quietly and the "ground" underneath you shifts, causing you to yelp panickedly. It's stupidly slippery here and you kick against his teeth angrily. He pays you no mind and nudges you toward the back of his pulsating throat.

Maybe if you just try a bit harder... you lunge forward, trying desperately to grab at anything before you're swallowed. you just barely manage to snatch... nothing. It slips from your grip.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK --

You feel your legs get dragged into that yawning abyss of warmth. it's like fighting against the river current -- utterly impossible. a loud swallow tugs you down to your hips, firmly rendering you stuck.

frantically you scrabble at anything before you're tugged down fully with another gulp. it's uncomfortably tight here, not to mention warm and slimy. well fuck him. if you're going to die you might as well choke him as well.

he makes a quiet sound of annoyance as you cling onto the back of his tongue for dear life. a foreign pressure makes you lose your grip, pushing you down further. he must have used his finger from the outside, that cheater.

you slide down his crushing gullet, aided by the slick slide of saliva soaked into your clothes. after what seems like forever you finally pool into a more spacious area.

it's oddly soft and warm here and you push against the cushy walls experimentally. the walls tighten around you, smothering you in warmth.

Miguel heaves a satisfied sigh, resting a hand over his stomach. He can feel frustrated squirming and he smirks. He'd been aggravated to no end since it had been so hard to catch the anomaly in the first place. he pats his gut, feeling a burst of movement.

managing to finally grab them was almost like a relief. he opens the portal back to HQ and reserves to keep them inside for while longer. he can explain that they're fine once he's in his office. for now though, he'll just let them tire themselves out against the lining of his stomach.

[sidebaxolotl]

If this isn't too personal, how did you come to Christ?

If this comes off disjointed or rambly im sorry lol.

Uhh when me and Sibling were really young we did go to church. Did not understand anything that was going on but I do recall wanting to know more and wanting to know God. I understood the concept of sin and being a sinner and i know i didn't want to be that. I considered myself Christian at that time but I probably wasn't tbh. I did pray a lot tho.

Up until high school i was basically living that same nominally Christian life--i was aware of my bible, didn't read it. Family stopped going to church years ago. I was hanging around a lot of athiests and it was that cringe ahh era of anti-sjw youtube which had a lot of athiests as well. Didn't really agree with the anti Christian things they were saying but i was very bothered by the fact that i couldnt refute any of it. No one i knew irl could answer my questions and i couldn't find anything. It was extremely distressing for me. Like if God was real then it should be able to be demonstrated and proven. Theology should be able to be defended.

Became agnostic for like. 10 minutes. It just felt so wrong and bad like in my body that i was like Nope Not Doing that. Basically stayed Christian out of spite during this period of my life but desperately begged God to show me proof that He was real.

Skip to college: I joined a really solid college ministry and discovered based Christian tumblr. My mentor and a bunch of tumblr Christians were able to answer all my questions and teach me about the faith. I was serving in that church and consistently reading my bible and hearing the gospel. I wanted to believe so bad but I wasn't sure I did. Not bc i believed that Christianity wasnt true, but because I doubted my own belief in the truth.

I remember the moment I really believed though. I was chilling in my freshman dorm on my laptop, reading about apologetics. And i think id found like a list of arguments for the existence of God. I read them and like. Something clicked in my head. Like my whole world shifted. I ran outside and was just staring at everything like God made that!! And that!! And me!! Like the full weight that nothing could exist without God hit me with full force and I couldnt go back to thinking or even existing the way I had before. I also remember calling my parents and excitedly trying to explain everything I'd learned to them and also just repeating God is real over and over. I probably sounded crazy and they definitely did not understand what i was saying but they seemed happy for me. I knew if God was real then the gospel and Christianity had to be true. No other religion compared.

Not too long after that, the head pastor at the time called me and asked if I wanted to be baptized and join the church. I was still a little doubtful of my own belief--what i didnt realize was that I was putting my trust in God to be who He said he was and do what He said He said he would do despite my unbelief, which is what true faith entails--but I said yes. I met with my mentor and pastor. They shared the gospel with me again, and I was baptized.

I didnt realize i was gay until like a couple years after that but yeah thats the story :)

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Lady stood there for a moment after witnessing the death of Calamity, or at least she assumed the spirit was dead thanks to it fading away. Her gaze returned to the fox, thinking quietly to herself as she didn't move an inch away from Silas, seemingly staring into the emotionless mask.

"May she rest in most beautiful garden ever..." She almost bowed her down in respect keeping her hand up to her chest closely as she once more returned gaze to the fox in fact not intimidated by the threats. "You think I am going to squirm and scream too?" She asked bluntly before tilting her head to the other side - she has dealt with enough in her life to answer Silas in face too as she pointed to him back with her small finger a joy in voice escaping her - she moved her hands behind her back to appear more innocent by body language

"Trust me - I ALSO have taken down bigger foxes than you, pup." She said the nickname out of spite - her words we're dripping like venom almost from the fake sweet tone

"You reek of someone who really wants to be loved - something like a rose... Who is so beautiful and wants to be loved by everyone yet you prick anyone that picks you up just to keep yourself safe..."She scoffed, tilting her head to the side now. "And look how that got you here—killed another who tried to help you out and reedem themselves in your eyes..." she stopped the vine from moving any further just making the thorns dig into the foxes skin

"Its funny how creatures like you think that if you will kill the questions - it'll go away like nothing every happened almost like it got…erased…" she said in a fake thoughtful voice tapping her chin for the added act "but yet you get oh so angry when they come in even higher numbers asking same questions - like all the heavy duty job you did before didn't even matter huh?" she said now letting out a sigh dropping the act she simply opened her hands in a shrug as the vines in same beat let go of the fox

Dropping Silas on the ground now as Lady stood now looking down on him instead as she ironically ducked down now tilting her head to the side as a toothly grin manifested back on her face

"You still want to arrange stuff? Time and place? Because I didnt even ask you the question in first place but you killed the spirit who had to answer it." She said mockingly hearing no answer from him the flower sighed as she looked to him "But I dont mind having a little... talk with you ~ " "Well... sadly...I'll take that as my leave-" she finally got up now almost her whole act dropped as she didnt actualy want to bother anymore as her eyes still wandered for moment to Calamity as she let out a sad sigh So much death followed her even if it wasnt her universe

Silas has made a impression of Lady Ombre

[megamind2010]

11 and 17… I have only passively observed caseybug but what I have seen fascinates me I need to know more

they fascinate me as well im glad other people have this experience too

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

in the words of some of the people around her

dad: she's so smart and talented and strong but relies on herself too much. theres a tangible distance between us... but maybe thats how she wants it

alex: way too well-adjusted for all the shit we went through (and that i put him through). big fucking nerd but the hardest worker i know. above all... reliable

seb: literally the smartest person in the world so cool so awesome i miss when she used to pick me up and help me pretend to be superman even though i know she thinks superheroes are stupid

ted: insanely smart, talented, cool under pressure, determined to a fault. if they have one flaw it would have to be their severely underdeveloped funnybone!

michelle: craaazy talented and smart... but for some reason he hangs out with casey. so there must be a pretty big blind spot in that intelligence... I'M KIDDING!! DON'T TELL EITHER OF THEM I SAID THAT

booster: i don't get her :( she's so different to ted, i seriously don't understand how they get along so well?? obviously a competent hero and whatever but seems to have it out for me for some reason

coworkers: bishop... yeah... he's certainly got the brains for this job, and the old boss seemed to really take a shine to him. not one for after-work drinks though. pretty frosty in general. not that he's unprofessional! just clearly not interested in mixing work and personal life

other heroes: standoffish, prefers to work alone, sometimes pretty abrasive, but she's got ted's approval, so... ladybug's clearly one of the good ones

strangers: this guy on the train didn't even look at me when i said hello. what a bitch

and of course who could forget... casey: she's a bitch and so mean to me and a total embarrassment when it comes to PR and rude and spiteful and judgemental and ugly and stupid and pisses me off and tall and strong and lets me live in her apartment without paying rent and always saves me when i need her and... and... idk. i dont like her

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

her mother dying for sure... nell was at home with alex and a babysitter when it happened so its not like she witnessed it or anything but it was definitely like. the moment her life trajectory changed

again another death that she didnt personally witness but found out about after the fact... ted dying. not so much of a material impact on her circumstances like with her mom but emotionally. Big stuff

hrmmm i could say "sending the first letter to casey" because that really was the first domino in a life changing sequence of events but it wasnt really impactful in and of itself... and casey in general is more of like. a slow acting poison or gradual mold growth than "one moment"... maybe casey leaving or making the decision to go and save casey after they broke up bc if he hadnt done that then caseybug would have simply ended forever and it was a big moment for Nell Emotional Awareness And Communication

honourable mentions: becoming ladybug, ted coming back to life, dying (felt like a cheat answer)

[melrosing]

Do you think Jaime could carry out the Riverrun threat if Edmure wasnt complying or called him on his bluf even? (based on Jaime's insecurity, impulsiveness and spite that made him want to get in combat with blackfish the moment he provoked him) usually people aproach this issue from the angle that Jaime isnt like tywin and wants to prevent the bloodshed and uphold his vows, which I agree, but could some of his other shortcomings trigger him to do something this stupid and unnessesary to prove himself, while in turn forgetting about his long term goals (like the blackfish example)?

If Edmure had called Jaime's bluff I imagine he would have taken arms against Tullys. As much as I agree team Lannister is plainly in the wrong on this one, they still have a lot to lose - and that's what Jaime is constantly wrestling with. The good people of the Riverlands would probably still happily put his son's head on a spike if Jaime were to hand them the war, so he can't. He's essentially entered a lose/lose situation in the Riverlands, where either he hands power back to the Tullys and invites violence upon his own family, or he abandons his own moral code and enacts violence on the Tullys.

Except Jaime opts for a secret third thing, which is the rhetoric of violence - and I think he's deluded about how far that was ever going to get him in terms of ending the war, but again, Tywin botched it all and then fucked off to hell. There was never going to be a way for House Lannister to salvage this situation, peaceful or otherwise.

So I do think Jaime would've ended up storming Riverrun if it came to it, but as I always say, I think we're meant to sincerely doubt the extent of his threats. When Jaime launches into his own Rains of Castamere monologue, it's when he knows he has Edmure - the threat has been implicit, but Edmure wants him to say it to make it real. So Jaime dials it up to eleven because that is really what Edmure's asking to hear - I think he and Jaime both know that if it were anything less than that, Edmure might choke on his pride and hold out.

So again, yeah, if Edmure had declined to surrender there'd have been violence, but the rabid extent of Jaime's threats only come when they both know the deal's as good as done - it's hardly even a bluff, it's more Jaime writing the signature for both of them on the terms of surrender.

Anyway as ever I know there are a lot of people who take Jaime if not literally then at least semi-literally with these threats, but I just don't think it makes sense to do so - hence this incomplete essay which I swear I haven't abandoned lol but fr I really want to write conclusively what I mean it's just gonna take a lot of words

[emmieblueeyes]

Let me introduce you to my inner voice. She is one serious bitch! She's cruel, violent and she hates me.

At my worst moments of failure and personal recognition of lameness, she is there to cast a shadow over me. She tells me that I am disgusting. She tells me that I am a mistake. That I am ugly and that no one would miss me. She twists harmless comments made by the people in my life into cruel proof that if I was to die today, people would move on. She tells me I am a coward. She tells me everybody, especially me would be better off if I wasn't here.

She makes me cry. She also makes sense to me. I know her, she's been around for a long time and I secretly believe she's right.

Positive mental health has been made into a morbidly obese happiness eater. People are applauded and heralded as positive role models when they tell you on various media platforms how to keep smiling, how to chase your goals, how to be happy in spite of your traumas, and road rage at traffic. Most of all, these welfare and mental health gurus tell you various steps on how to have a positive or solution focused mindset that will eradicate the toxic inner voice.

I am going to a funeral tomorrow. For a client that I cared about and I want to honour them. I work in social work. I bought a dress. My boyfriend asked to see pictures that he could look at from across a different time zone. The evening descended into chaos. Seven months ago I was 24 stone. I am now 17 stone. I wasnt always big. Five years ago, I had a wonderful body that I wasn't grateful for and judged. I used to wear dresses everyday. Now I rarely wear them because my big belly and tree trunk calves cause me to wince and so I wear clothes that are strategic in what they highlight and hide. I go to the gym every day. I have cut out wheat, sugar and I live in calorie deficit. It works. Week on week, I lose pounds, small and great. But when I wear the dress, there is still mounds of fat everywhere. I can't send any photos to my boyfriend. He's not going to be turned on by my morbidly obese backside and bouncy castle physique. I am not turned on by it. I have another 7 stone to lose to be at my target. I look terrible in the dress. I look terrible full stop. I look as large as I did at 24 stone. I don't look normal, I look like an eye sore.

That's when the bitch serves me her best hits. She unleashes such torment that I want to die. I truly want to close my eyes and not wake up. I don't think I would really be missed for long. I am a blimp. Remembered and then forgotten. Not truly needed by anyone that couldn't replace me. I am temporarily suicidal. Seriously and not.

I say this as someone who not only works in mental health but as a trainee therapist about to qualify this year.

Good mental health is not the absence of toxic thoughts or never having a desire to die or to hurt yourself. It is the ability to know how to make sure that you around tomorrow and the day after. To continue even with a bitch throwing shade. To try again, even when you believe her. Good mental health is being able to hold a state of hope and hopelessness - waiting for the choas to quieten and move towards a kinder reasoning.

I want media platforms to talk more about the bitch. Maybe if we talked more honest about her and her long-term stay in our own lives, more suicidal thoughts would stay temporary, and we wouldn't hide this bully so effectively. We could help each other wait it out. Like strangers at the bus stop during a storm. We talk, and we joke because together, it feels a little less shit and the bus seems to get there quicker.

[thekingofwinterblog]

You have the most based takes on the Soul Eater series ever dude. The catharsis I felt when someone described exactly why I was irked with the ending, Maka's characterization later down the line, and several other plot points was amazing.

Ever since you mentioned how compelling the theme of bravery and fear is in the anime ending I've been thinking about it nonstop. I feel like bravery could also tie in with Maka's characterization in the manga with Soul and Spirit, in which she gains the courage to put trust in them (Soul in not abandoning her no matter what and Spirit in wielding him as a weapon confidently despite her grievances with him). Additionally, I feel it would've been an amazing payoff if she also INSPIRES courage to others, especially Crona.

Black*Star wanted to transcend the gods, so what bars Crona from having the courage to want a better life and free themself in the manga ending? Of course, they will face consequences, but that shouldn't stop them from wanting to be happy.

Going from your point in your previous post of how the climax of the story doesn't hinge on Soul much: Perhaps by Maka inspiring courage in Soul with his issues, he will in turn help her in inspiring courage in Crona to fight back. Hell, why not get the others to join in? While kinda corny, it ties into how friendship and camaraderie can help get someone out of a dark place (I'm kinda imagining it like the Homulily fight in Madoka Magica rebellion).

Whilst I'm here, could I ask for your thoughts on Maka's mom? Personally, I think she was very underutilized as a character but I'm curious as to your thoughts on her.

Also, do you think the phrase "A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body" that's constantly repeated in the anime ties into any major revelations? I think it would've been a perfect callback for the anime but I don't recall having an "aha!" moment about it.

Anyways, sorry for rambling a lot and for taking up your inbox, but I was very inspired by your analysis hehe. Have a great day!

Having characters who never appear and yet define other characters is a very tricky business, and frankly i think Maka's mom is not handled well in the manga, but the anime staff gave it a shot of making something worthwhile out of her, and the similiarities and contrast between her and maka. It wasnt perfect, but at least it's something.

In regards to Maka's mom, i think the best course with her would be to confront the fact she'a probably not coming back head on sometime after the sand pit with crona, maybe have her and crona have a chat between doors, and the topic come up, and go from there.

Im actually going to have a post sorta going over this later, but the gist of it is that the postcard and the meaning behind it(that for all their differences and the fact maka does not understand her) Maka still loved her mom, and was able to draw strength from it, and their connection in spite of everything.

This moment could have been so much more impactful though, if you inserted Maka having some harsh truth realization about her mom... And then still have her send that card, and so have Maka's agonising over what it means be much more impactful and full of drama, and the realisation of the fact that even if she is never gonna see her again(and that maka sorta resents her for it), she still loves her mom. Having her accept the fact that she does not understand the message, and her mom's thoughts with it, but that in the end, it didnt matter, because what matters, was what maka took away from it.

That would have made it being framed so importantly in the ending credits worth it, and subsequently have Maka's mom be a much better character by fully exploring the broken aftermath of her and spirits divorce.

I actually think the motto is bunk, and thematically speaking, its this kind of thinking that created asura. "A sound soul resides in a sound mind in a sound body" is a motto that demands perfection, and if there is something Soul eater makes clear, its that perfection is mot aomething to strive for.

Chasing excelence in spite of flaws that often cannot be overcome is at the core of soul eater's themes. Maka, Soul, Liz, Patty, black star , are certainly not people who fit all these 3 catagories all at once.

In fact both of Maka's quotes to Asura at the end is about the opposite. The world is not perfect, and thats okay... So long as we have courage, we'll live in it despite all our flaws anyeay.

It does absolutely seem like something Shinigami-Sama would teach at his school though, cause this is asbolutely something that the personification of order would have as a motto.

[thesherrinfordfacility]

how in the world do you do it? i sent that ask yesterday and i'm still making my way through your masterpost kind of reeling- almost every moment i paused the show (s2 especially) and thought, that's weird, but couldn't put my finger on why, you've talked about, and expanded on, and it's all so well put. you're slowly curing the countless little ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ bouncing around in my head. it's so satisfying, too, to see all those asks with LWA disagreeing with popular fanon. i'd been thinking it was only me.

i'm curious about your interpretation of the bullet catch, specifically aziraphale's motives. i scrolled through a few of your tags and didn't find much about it, but i might have missed something.

i've seen people say it was retaliation for the holy water request (ooc?), or some deliberate test of crowley's willingness to go through with it (and so go through with their relationship, in spite of the danger, or something). then, of course, there's the generally accepted afaik "elaborate trust fall, general aziraphalean ridiculousness" version, but convincing somebody to nearly shoot you seems like a lot (understatement), even then.

it comes across to me as a bit cruel, if that makes sense. this isn't reliant on crowley not wanting to shoot him, or just doing well under pressure. if he's never even shot a gun before, this is almost entirely luck, and i don't buy that the only thing at stake is paperwork, however much they repeat it to themselves. crowley's hands wouldn't have been shaking so badly. if he messes up, he's gonna hurt aziraphale, or have to watch his human body die. it's so fucked.

maybe it could be said that, without their miracles working, they knew they were being watched, and had to continue, but i don't buy that either. aziraphale didn't act like he felt threatened afterwards until furfur showed up- was doing the complete opposite.

that's all i've got for now, but yeah. this blog is awesome and i'm so here for your sideburn theories. have a nice day pls

oh anon✨ you're so sweet!!! i really dk about all that, i just like chatting shit and trying to spot patterns/contradictory stuff/things that don't make sense beyond the script (if that makes sense), so whilst you all might not get Smart out of me you will at least get Passionate🤌

(also YES for LWA appreciation, they deserve it 💕 - still dont know why they do it but im just happy to be involved)

ooooh okay bullet catch. couple of thoughts from me:

aziraphale was happy to go on stage and try to ameliorate the situation between crowley and mrs h (my beloved), but reticent to scope out any Showy-Offy tricks from goldstones shop

crowley hyped aziraphale up enough to go into the shop and find a new trick to perform; hes the angel who fooled nefertiti and is performing on the West End Stage, after all!!!

aziraphale is taken in by the bullet catch trick upon seeing it, but was previously happy to consider another trick. he also, presumably, wasnt aware of the element of trusting a stooge until it was told to him

aziraphale persuades crowley to perform it, even when crowley is obviously uncomfortable, and crowley isn't truthful with him re: firearms experience

crowley agreed, providing that they make use of their miracles if it goes tits up

aziraphale doesnt inform crowley on any of the plan; crowley is notably caught unawares when called out in the audience

miracles don't work, neither of them stop the performance. crowley once again still very uncomfortable, literally shaking on stage, and yet seems to calm at aziraphale ploughing on ahead.

so okay, yeah, ive basically just recited the scene - but a few conclusions:

aziraphale doesn't want to let crowley down or embarrass him by backing out of the act, or indeed by messing it up

i think there's probably some element of aziraphale doing it for himself (self-esteem), but in a way that, post-Realisation, he is showing off a bit... it strikes me that crowley wasn't fully cognizant of this little hobby of his, and aziraphale is taking a moment to do something that (bless him, he thinks) he's good at, and wow crowley as a result

i don't think the holy water request came into his motivations at all, for the same reasons you said. however, it is an appropriate mirror to the holy water request narratively; i think it will come back up in s3, and i think the bullet catch will at least emotionally inform aziraphale on whether to give crowley the water or not

as for crowley's motivations in going along with it; i think to some extent he's paying back the favour, but mainly that it's truly just to make aziraphale happy. a step beyond that; to him, aziraphale is in need of something, and that is something aziraphale is only trusting crowley to deliver. crowley of course assumes miracles will be their safety net, so agrees to be aziraphale's knight in shining armour (*cough* playing hero)

when the miracles fail, aziraphale still has trust in crowley to do it properly. crowley however is left to trust in aziraphale's trust in kind. he still wants to do this for him, but the stakes are a bit higher in that he could shoot his best friend (?) in the face and not see him again on earth for any number of years (imo, it's never, ever been about the paperwork). but aziraphale isn't backing down; is crowley about to disappoint him? of course not.

tl;dr: they're both arseholes for their respective lacks of transparency with each other, deliberately put themselves in harm's way, and it was by sheer luck that they pulled it off. but it is a huge seismic shift in how they see each other, and i don't think we've been shown/suggested the full implications of the whole thing just yet.

thank you so much for your kind words, they honestly make my day!!! hope you have a lovely day too!!!✨💕

[sideshowmelsucks]

this episode made my dumbass realize krustybob is far beyond krustymel or melbob i should draw them more

i only started liking krustymel because i knew there wasnt gonna be a lot of krustybob moments but holy shit i think krustymel suffers more than krustybob i barely see any moments between them other than the one scene when they hugged and shit

melbob is just crack i like it because they are kinda smart and worked for krusty. spiteful exes of krusty that get together yknow

but krustybob is far better. they have history together, they have tension, it’s toxic, and there’s a sense of lust and hatred when theyre together. it’s so obvious they fucked brah

im horrible at wording my bullshit i wish i could explain it better but i cant.. english is my enemy