#wh*re behavior <3

[calumsash]

just gonna do this real quick so i get my used up tags back there

[13as07]

Our #2

(Shikamaru Nara Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to anandaneeg]

Requested by: Myself

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Word Count: 3,438

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Spoiled, Brat, Lair, Good Girl, Sir

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Biting (like twice)

Soft Domination (aka Shika's inability to not be in control but being too lazy to be rough)

Burn Marks/Temperature Play (aka getting brunt by Shikamaru's cigarettes (again))

Spanking

Creampie

Orgasm Denial (slightly)

Humiliation/Degrading/Begging

Praising

Choking

Smoking/Smoke Play (again, cause it's hot)

Cockwarming

Part 3? Probably because I like this story line and I’m a wh*re

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The second the door of the banquet hall clicks shut, Shikamaru's arms wrap around me, tugging me against him. "Hello pretty girl," he murmurs against my skin, his lips brushing against my throat. I soak in the feeling of my boy-fiancé, finally getting him alone now that the last partygoer is gone.

"Hello," I breathe out, my own hands clinging to his wrists.

One of his hands snakes up to my collarbone, his fingers pressing into the sensitive skin again and causing the familiar mix of pain and pleasure to coat my nerves. Shika's other hand rubs lazy circles into my hips, hiking up my dress as he does so. "Today was such a drag."

"It wasn't that bad," I whisper, squirming once the pads of his fingers come into contact with my now bare skin. Shikamaru hums in agreement, his nose nuzzling the sleeve of my clothing out of the way so he can litter my shoulder in kisses. "Shika?"

He hums again, his other hand dropping down to hike the other side of my dress up as well.

"Knock it off," I whine, trying to tug my clothing back down as my face heats up.

"Why?" He asks, his teeth grazing my shoulder as his fingers play with the band of my underwear.

"Someone could walk in."

"And yet that seems to excite you," Shikamaru teases, his fingers dipping into my panties and sliding through my folds. I can feel the smirk on his face as he kisses back up my neck.

"No," I fight back, the word coming out as a whine.

"Aw, so you're a lair now?" Shika continues teasing me, gently pushing me forward until we come into contact with the door. "Hands up, pretty girl."

"Yes sir," I murmur, laying my hands flat against the wooden door. My good behavior is rewarded with a couple of light circles pressed against my clit. "I don't want to get caught, Shika. It's too soon for us to cause a scandal."

A soft chuckle bubbles from the new chief pressed up behind me. "I just want a quickie, pretty girl," I whine at his answer, not because of disapproval but because of disappointment and he knows it. "What a spoiled brat," Shika groans, his hands working at pulling my underwear down to my knees.

"I'm spoiled because of you," I huff back, my knees clicking shut at the sudden chilliness. Shika hums in agreement, his hands clinging to my knees to pull them open again.

Shikamaru rubs himself against my ass, his pants still separating my bare pussy from his hard-on. His teeth graze my skin again, but this time it's followed by the soft sinking of his teeth into my neck. "Pretty girl," he purrs against my ear once he parts himself from me.

"Shika?" A disapproving hum escapes him, making me rethink my words. "Sir?"

"Good girl," his answer comes, sending a shiver down my spine. Shikamaru moves again, one of his hands moving behind me and the other one going back to my clit. His fingers work at rubbing circles into me, his touch being faster and heavier this time.

The sound of his belt clinking open causes me to clench around nothing in anticipation. The thought of me not being anywhere close to wet enough let alone stretched causes me to clench again.

"Stay still," Shika orders as he moves my body where he pleases. He shifts my hands further down the door before pressing me up against it, my burn marks from earlier sizzling again from the rough texture. His hand presses into my back for the millionth time today, making my back arch down, my ass arches up, and my marks grind against the door.

A whine of pain spills from me as the wood rubs against my sensitive skin. "Pretty girl," Shikamaru groans, "making those sounds are going to test my stamina." His words are followed by him moving my dress up again, leaving it and my new clan cloak to rest against the arching of my spine.

"This is supposed to be a quickie, right?" I tease, shifting my hips backward.

The tip of Shika's dick taps against my thigh before I'm pushed back against the door. "It won't be much of a quickie if you can't behave," he warns, "Stop being a brat."

     Tap, tap, tap.

     His orders are followed by soft taps to my hip, his soft way of redirecting me.

I give into what he wants, readjusting myself into place. Despite my compliance, I make a mental note to play hard to get when we get home. After all, Shikamaru can't get everything he wants so easily.

Shikamaru falls forward, his hands pressing mine into the door and his tip gently pressed against my opening. "Be a good girl and don't complain, yes? I know you can take it all." I nod my head yes in response.

     Tap, tap, tap.

     This round of redirecting is a little harsher, but not enough to sting; just enough for my body to notice the increase. "Use your words, pretty girl."

"Yes sir," I murmur, the sparks from the half-assed spanking making me clench again. Another approving hum is released, unwillingly filling me with pride. I hate how quickly I submit to him and how soft and easy it is for him. I'm definitely going to give him a run for his money when we get home.

     Shikamaru tests the water, popping his head in and out of me a couple of times before sinking himself all the way in. A long, low groan is released, contracting the sudden stretch and slight burning from the lack of prep. "That's my good girl," he murmurs into my ear, his fingers lacing up with mine. "Who's my good girl?"

     I whine, pushing myself further into the door before falling back into place. "Apparently not you," he huffs, his hips thrusting forward to keep me pressed up against the door. "Why can't you just behave? Behave."

     "I'm sorry," I whimper, thrusting my hips backward again. "Please fuck me, sir."

     Shika twitches in me, causing a smug smirk to cross my face. "Fuck," he says, a hiss of a breath following the word. The nickname gets me what I want. Shikamaru pulls himself out of me before bottoming out again. He puts himself to work, paces fast, and thrusts shallow as he moves in me. My slick starts to build up from the movements, quickly making up for the lack of prep.

     The feeling of Shika's constant pace and his hands gripping mine like a lifeline fill my head with fog. "Pretty girl?" The words cut through the fog, pulling my attention back to him.

      "Shika?"

     Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

     His pace stutters as he taps my hip again, his hand moving fast with need but a lack of will to give into me. "Shikamaru?"

Tap. Tap. Tap.

     My skin stings after this round of redirection, Shikamaru's patience running thin. "Sir," I murmur, shifting my hips back to match his thrusts.

     "Yes," he breathes out, hands back to being wrapped up in mine. "I'm filling you up, pretty girl. Do you know how lucky that makes you?"

     "Shika."

     Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Tap, tap.

     The sound of his hand connecting to me echoes through the empty room. The skin under his touch stings even more, making memories of getting my burn marks bubble into my mind.

     "You should be thankful," he whispers into my ear, his tone lazy and harsh. "Tell me how thankful you are to be used by me."

     I hum out a no, pairing it with a head shake. Instantly, Shika stops his thrusts, his dick pushed as far into me as allowed in our position. "Shikamaru," I whine, shifting my hips backward.

     "No," he husks out, pushing me against the door with the whole of his body weight so I can't give myself any friction. "If you want to act like a fucking brat, I'll treat you like a brat. So, we will sit here until you do as you're told."

     "Shikamaru," I whine, trying to wiggle under him with little success. "You said you'd be quick so we wouldn't get caught." My walls clench at my statement, making me cuss under my breath.

     "Oh ya? You seem to like the idea of being caught. Is that what you want? To have someone walk in and see how easily you spread yourself for your Chief?"

     "You're being mean," I whisper, trying to squirm around to get any kind of friction, the need for it quickly becoming intolerable.

     "If you'd listen, I wouldn't have to be mean. Be a good girl for me, behave. Tell me how thankful you are."

     I whine and whimper under him for a couple of seconds, only being met with stillness. "Shika!"

     "Stop being a dumb little brat."

     More disappointing noises fall from me, getting me a soft bite on my shoulder. "Shika." I prepare for the new round of spanking but don't get it. I'm enjoying it too much and Shikamaru knows it. "Sir," I try again, getting rewarded with a soft kiss on my shoulder. "I'm thankful to be used by you, to be used in any way you see fit."

     Bingo. Shika's hip fall back into rhythm, this time with heavier thrusts. He tugs me back into position, my back aching from the constant arch. "Is it so hard for you to behave?" His breath is shaky as he pushes out the question, his climax crawling near as he tries to keep his composure.

     "No sir."

     "Than be a good girl," Shikamaru's words are sloppy, his thrusts matching the tone of his voice. His fingers cling to mine tighter, his ring digging into my hand as he holds on to me. "Be my pretty girl," the sentence is muffled by his head buried into my neck. As soon as the sentence is out, Shika stales in me, buried deep like before. It doesn't take long for warmth to fill my insides up, the promise of my walls being coated in his cum.

     Shikamaru's breathing is heavy and hot as it collides with my skin. Despite his tiredness, I still whine and squirm from under him. "Hey," I whimper, shifting my shoulder to move his head around. "I didn't get to finish. Why didn't you pull out? Shika!"

     "Whiney brats like you don't get to finish. Besides, I wouldn't want us getting caught," he teases, thrusting into me a few more times to push his cum deeper into me. "It was too much work to pull out. Your ungratefulness is a drag. I need to teach you to be grateful and less spoiled."

     A whine spills over as I try to tug Shika's hand down to my pussy. He pulls it away from me and instead uses it for another light punishment.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

     "Spoiled," he murmurs to himself, slowly sliding out of me. He rubs himself between my thighs, using me to clean the mess off his dick before tucking it away. "Spoiled, whiney, ungrateful brat." His degrading is followed by a hand being shoved into the roots of my hair. "Say it," Shikamaru orders, using his hold on my hair to tug my head backward, forcing me to look at him.

     "I'm a spoiled, whiney, ungrateful brat," I whisper back, tugging my dress back into place.

     "I can't hear you," he says, his grip tightening and shifting my head back further.

     "I'm a spoiled, whiney, ungrateful brat," I groan, my volume louder this time.

     My compliance is rewarded with a soft kiss and my hair being released. Once Shikamaru parts from me, I dip my hands down to pull my panties back up. "No," he murmurs, tugging my hand away. "Take them off."

     "Shika-"

     "Do not start with me again," he warns, "my patience are already thin. Keep acting up, I dare you." His warnings are paired with a sharp glare to solidify his words.

     "Yes sir," I murmur, tugging my panties off before tucking them into the pocket of my cloak.

     Once again I'm rewarded, this time with a string of kisses. "There's my good girl. You are so pretty when you behave." I can feel my headstrongness slip at his words. This is why I submit so easily, why I'm so eager to behave for him, all because of his stupid little praises.

     Shika smiles to himself, his arm wrapping around my waist as he tugs the door up. "Good girl," he repeats, hand sliding under my cloak to rub along my aching spine and gently push me along the sidewalk.

     "Shikamaru," I whine, clinging to his arm. I don't like the feeling of desperation that's causing my thighs to rub together as we walk. I don't like the chilled air stroking my pussy, highlighting my lack of finishing, the cum leaking out of me, and the wetness left between my legs.

     He does though. Shikamaru is beaming with smugness as he ushers me down the street. "You're fine, pretty girl. Be good when we get home and I'll be nice."

     Tap, tap, tap.

     His ring pressing into my hip solidifying his direction. "Be good," he repeats.

     The rest of the walk is filled with my whining and the feeling of Shika slowly leaking out of me, only emphasizing my neediness and his smugness.

     I clench around nothing when the sight of our front door falls into view; a symbol of my promised finish to come. I go to dart inside and happily spread myself out, settling on the need to cum outweighs my want for Shikamaru to work for it, but I get stopped on my path. "Hold on, pretty girl. I want a smoke."

     "Shika!"

     "Ten minutes, spoiled brat. You can wait." I let a pout sit on my face, a soft kiss from Shikamaru trying - but failing - to chase it away.

     I continue to pout, lip puffed out and arms crossed as he sits down on the porch. Watching his arms flex as he pulls out his pack and lights a cigarette doesn't help the burning need in my stomach. The sight of the grey smoke leaking from his mouth doesn't help either.

     "Come here, pretty girl. Stop pouting." I - mostly - do as I'm told. I sulk over to him, sliding myself between his knees. They lock around me, squeezing me a bit when I'm in place. "You are spoiled, you know that?" He asks, resting his smoke between his lips before messing with his belt.

     "I know," I whisper, a smile quickly replacing my previous pout. My hands slide over Shikamaru's hair, quickly finding the hair tie keeping it in place. I carefully work the elastic band off, his hair following down once it's let loose. He looks so pretty with his hair down, I wish he'd wear it loose more often.

     Once his pants are undone, warm hands collide with my waist, pulling me into his lap. "Be good and sit still, okay?"

     "What do I get if I do?" I ask, my fingers nimble as I pull him out of his boxers again.

     "Can't you behave because I asked?"

     "No," I answer back, the word coming out airy as I slide down onto him. My hands lace strands of his hair around my fingers before I shift myself into a comfortable spot. Once I'm comfortable, I settle down, making sure I do as I'm told. I can't survive being denied an orgasm again.

     Shika's eyes are closed and his jaw is shut tight. A mix of still present sensitivity and his will to fight slipping being the cause of it. "Just... be good, be my pretty girl." Shivers slide down my spine. I don't know how after all these years being called his pretty girl still gets to me.

     When his eyes snap open, they settle on me. Shikamaru's free hand wraps around my throat, squeezing it gently. My mouth parts, obeying my newest taught command. "At least you learn quickly," he murmurs, following his new routine. A long drag is inhaled from his cigarette before he exhales it into my mouth. "Hold it, pretty girl."

     I reluctantly do as I'm told, snapping my mouth shut to try and hold the smoke in my lungs better. This is a test, a lose-lose situation so Shikamaru has an excuse to continue being mean. The want to squirm builds up with my need for oxygen, and he knows it. He knows I'll either squirm or exhale before being allowed to. Shika won't admit it but he likes me bratting just as much as I like doing it. It's not stimulating enough for him when I behave.

     My lungs win out before my hips do, the smoke seeping out as I suck in a needy breath. "Why can't you just be good?"

     Tap, tap, tap.

     This time the redirection is emphasized by small sparks jumping from his cigarette, colliding with my dress before snuffing themselves out. This catches Shikamaru's attention, getting me a pushed-up dress with my thighs exposed. The spot of our connection catches in my view, tugging a soft moan from my throat.

     The promise of getting burned again today drains more arousal into my stomach, causing me to pulse around Shika. His hand squeezes my throat again, but I waiver in my submission. "This isn't a fair game, sir."

     "So? Whoever said I played fair? Don't squirm and don't exhale unless I say so. Just be a good girl." The smirk on his face makes me tingle more. This is the true punishment for being a brat earlier. I made him work to get off, so now he's going to be mean and unfair.

     Two soft squeezes dip into my skin, and again I'm reluctant, but my mouth does fall open. Two deep drags are sucked into Shika's lungs, a promise of an even harder task to keep a hold of. The smoke is pushed into my lungs again, burning the whole way down.

     A pout slides onto my face when I snap my mouth closed, but Shikamura doesn't care. He's going to win and we both know it. His fingers slide over my neck, tickling my skin to push my failure forward.

     When that doesn't work, an unneeded flick of his cigarette happens, nicking my thighs with small sparks; that does work. My thighs jerk, closing around Shika's torso before falling up.

Tap, tap. Tap, tap.

     The soft smacks cause more sparks to settle onto my skin, causing me to jerk again. The cycle repeats twice more before I'm given some relief. "Exhale, pretty girl." Once again I quickly push the smoke out and suck in a sharp breath.

     I force my pout out deeper, adding a soft whine to it. "Stop whining. Spoiled brats whine. If you were less spoiled you wouldn't be in this position."

     "It's your fault I'm spoiled," I huff, adding a soft tug to the strains of hair caught in my grasp.

     "I know," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "You still lost though," Shikamaru adds before taking a dying drag of his cigarette.

     "Because you're being mean," I answer, tugging on his hair again.

     "I know," he repeats, shoving the butt against the porch step before testing it against his finger. Once he's happy with the temperature, he pushes the dying stick into the side of my thigh, stamping small heated circles along my skin. The soft sizzling of my skin causes my leg to jerk away again.

Tap, tap.

     Despite my misbehavior, the circles making my skin raw are followed by light kisses being pressed into my neck. "Do you promise to be my pretty girl now? Are you going to be good?"

     "Yes sir," I answer, burying my head into the crook of his neck.

     "I don't believe you," Shika says, the almost dead heat now being pressed into my hip. "Make me believe you and I'll spend the rest of the night making you feel good."

     "Promise?"

     "I promise, pretty girl."

     "I'll be good, sir. I promise. I'll behave. I'll do everything you say."

     "I still don't believe you." Yes, he does. I know he does cause his arms wrap around my back, and hold me closer to his chest. He wants me to beg, he wants to hear my desperation.

     "Please Shikamaru? I want you to make me feel good. I need you to make me feel good. Pretty please?" He twitches in me, I win.

     "You're spoiled," he reminds me once again tonight. Shika lifts me, keeping himself buried in me as he carries me inside. I am spoiled.

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[maoam]

What is Kishi's reason for doing that, to make Sasuke this way (seductive portrayal or sexualization), Sasuke also went through a lot we don't know about in those 3 years with Orochimaru, so maybe even the perception of him and his body has changed and he hasn't talked about it. The way he talked to Naruto with his shirt open and whispered in his ear was very seducing. Had Sasuke done something like that to the other girls, the scene would have been hailed as the hottest scene in the manga/anime. In part 1 we saw Sasuke as an introverted person, but in part 2 everything changed...wearing a chest-revealing outfit that gives off a seductive vibe....and he got really close to Naruto and speaks next to his ear. After watching the reunion arc, I thought that the change in Sasuke's behavior was due to Orochimaru's influence. After a long time we see Sasuke and how he appeared in that scene was like a wh*re!

Umm seductive ≠ whore.

Kishi mentioned he wanted Sasuke to look "kakkoii" so he gave him that design with open shirt but he also mentioned he gave Sai open belly to make him "kakkoii"... so I guess kakkoii here is just a family friendly word for sexy. And he would do it just because it's attractive to him, like many other mangakas.

Sasuke is seductive because he likes Naruto, no other reason. He can't help himself but get close to him. There has been couple years since they last saw each other. His understanding has also no doubt evolved. Of course Sasuke also knows Naruto cares about him a lot. But he's taunting him. Look at you chasing after me, do you like me that much you'll waste your dream? It's funny. Even the build up to this scene is so intense with them, Kishi makes sure to put the focus on them staring at each other only. To make sure we understand who Sasuke also focuses on. And then we have Kurama tell Sasuke to not kill Naruto or he'll end up regretting it, and Sasuke staring at Naruto for so long Yamato uses it to his advantage. How embarrassing for Sasuke.

Even when they leave, Sasuke only looks at his boyfriend for the last time <3 Kishi is very clear with his visual language.

[goldenhallyu]

Why Sulli is one of my biggest inspirations

Hello i'd like to share some of the reasons why Sulli (aka Jinri) is one of my favorite people in the korean entertainment industry and why she is such an inspiring woman. I also provided links to several articles so you can read more in depth about certain amazing things she's done.

!Note that south korea is a highly conservative and misogynistic country. Especially in the idol industry, women are judged for every single little thing they do. Sulli however decided to lean against the standards set for female idols and always did as she pleased and what she thought was right. It's sad that only now after she passed netizens are being nice and supportive towards her. I'd like to share some of the reasons why she was such an inspirational woman and why she should never be forgotten!

1.Going Braless . Sulli didn't like wearing bras

and would often post pictures of herself while not wearing one. Of course this shouldn't be considered an issue at all but even western countries often still take offense to it fsm so obviously highly conservative korea was very unhappy about her decision and would send her lots of hate and call her vulgar names for it. She never stopped doing it though.

2. Abortion Rights

Sulli is pro choice! She celebrated South Korea changing their anti abortion laws which ofc was yet another reason for people to hate her.

3. Raised awareness on her public instagram about comofort women and showed her sympathy despite knowing she'll make her japanese fans upset by shedding light on it .

Japanese people often don't like to acknowlage their war crimes and felt very offended by Sulli for talking about it on her social media. Being the woman supporting feminist she is, she thought it was an important topic to discuss and posted about it regardless.

4. Openly shared her relationship

Dating is often completly banned for kpop idols altogether and only few dare to make their relationship public. Only in recent years have idols slowly starting sharing their relationship status. But back then idols tried their absolute hardest to hide that they're dating in fear of facing MASSIVE backlash, sometimes even receiving death threats. Yet Sulli openly posted photos of her and her now ex boyfriend on her instagram like any other normal person would.

5. Openly expressed her sexuality

making her own choices on when or how she decides to be sexy, taking all power from netizens sexualizing her against her will. This is a big issue in the idol industry, especially due to conservative views, a woman openly showing herself to be a self empowered sexual individual is looked down upon and seen as offensive. Netizens often called her mentally unstable, dirty, nasty and a wh*re for simply not wearing a bra or showing cleavage (which is quite scandalous in korea) or taking sexy photos as an adult woman! She talked about this and the double standards in depth in Persona:Sulli!

6. Defended herself

It's very rare for idols to stand up for themselves especially in such a blunt, forward way. Usually when idols have to apologize for the most mundane stuff, an official apology is issued through the agency but Sulli always took matters into her own hands.

7. Endured a massive amount of hate and ultimately left f(x) for the sake of protecting herself from hate and persuing her true artistic visions

She was constantly harrassed from her "attitude" to her looks, her views, her behavior and her talents.

8. Publicly discussed mental health, inlcuding her own struggles,

and based her solo debut around DiD. Mental Health was and still is very stigmatised in South Korea. While it's slowly changing, talking about such things back then was seen as highly controversial and people wouldn't be very understanding at all. Moreover netizens would think of idols to be ungrateful if they'd ever talked about their struggles.

9. Just overall always supported women and their rights. (girls supporting girls shirt, talked about being a feminist and wanting women to be equal on tv and defending fellow female idols).

Again, with Korea being a very conservative and sexist country, people sent her a massive amount of hate (mostly men) for speaking up about womens rights. This still happens to other female idols today when they declare themselves to be feminists.

10. Was unapoligeticly herself no matter what.

Always showing her personality and interests and voicing her opinions. She loved showing everyone how fun loving and free spirited she is . All she ever wanted was to be loved by others but she still didn't want to change her identity for others to do so.

11. Loved herself and her beauty

and would also voice it yet she was never arrogant or felt like she was better than anyone because she's pretty (Persona:Sulli)

12. She critizised the idol industry and the publics treatment towards idols (see Persona:Sulli)

13. Sent a low income student a feminine hygiene package for free

and planned to regulary send out packages to girls who couldn't afford to buy these products themselves. Unfortunatly she passed away before she had the chance to do so.

Theres so much more to Sulli. But these are some of the main points as to why I love her so much.

She endured the tremendous amount of hate for such a long time and despite feeling hurt she always remained true to herself. She struggled a lot but always continued doing what she thought was right and didn't apologize for simply living her life and being a feminist.

[romanticatheartt]

What do you think Rhys is referring to when he said Nesta is an Illyrian at heart in acofas? He says it’s a compliment but then he says that because of that, there is no excuse for her behavior. Is the behavior he is referring to how she treated Feyre? What would being an Illyrian at heart have to do with that?? It’s just something I was confused on while rereading acofas.

Note: I read these books more than 1.5 years ago and only reread the first book in February so I don't have enough evidence and what I'm saying is from what I remember. If anyone has a better answer to this I would love to hear it. My opinion is based on my own understanding so you don't have to agree<3

This is a very interesting question, one that I've never paid attention to before and it's the first time I noticed, because all this time I thought Rhysand meant she has a warrior soul, and later on, she got an Illyrian mate and now is warrior/Valkyrie. And it still can be interpreted as such but like I said I forgot in what context he said it, so I read that scene again:

And it reminded me of this scene:

People obviously got mad at this and told Mor to "get off her high horse" but they never bothered to stop and think why would she say it in the first place and what impression Nesta gave, for her to reach this conclusion.

The first time Mor and Nesta talk in acowar, Mor tries to be hospitable toward her and make friends with her. That's her personality, she did the same with Feyre as well.

But Nesta, instead of not saying anything at all if she's not in the mood for friendship, decides to question Mor's choice of dress. (in my vocabulary this is called sl*t shaming. Nesta was shaming Mor for her choice of dress) Now who also shamed Mor for her choice of lifestyle? Her father, Keir, who lives in the Court of Nightmare. She lived the first few years of her life there as well and she knows how those people are.

I also want to point to this scene at how CoN treat the women:

I know a while back people were "criticizing" Rhys for dressing Feyre like a "wh*re" (???) and asking why he got mad when Keir called her that... I'm not even gonna bother to prove how wrong and far from canon is but... I, personally, don't go around, looking people up and down and shaming them for the choice of their dress. A woman can be naked and I wouldn't call her *names* but ig that's just me... continuing:

Mor sees Nesta's behavior and the first thing she probably thinks of, is how her family treated her and still does. And from that stage of the book we don't see her being nice to Nesta at all. Nesta triggered something in her and that changed her opinion of her for the rest of the series.

Now Mor's reaction to Nesta is quite similar to Rhys'.

When Feyre asks why he's ok with Elain and not Nesta, he answers "Elain is Elain." Because she doesn't trigger anything for him. She just exists in his house and doesn't bother him or more importantly, his mate. On the other hand, he has witnessed how Nesta treats Feyre and his brother. How she's verbally abusing them.

And if you noticed Rhys was just like Mor when he met Nesta, He was polite. Because he had no reason not to be. But that changed the moment Nesta showed how she act towards Feyre.

I don't have any text evidence of this because I couldn't find it but I remember how Rhys said he was never respected among Illyrians. They're afraid of him and cowards, yes but he has heard the names they call him. They couldn't physically hurt him but they never stopped verbally expressing their feeling toward him. He was bullied by them. They called him "bastard" and "half-breed".

See, Nesta behaved toward both Rhys and Mor, the same way the people they hate so much and have bad memories of, did. Nesta reminds them of the people who gave them these traumas. Rhys hates Illyrians and Mor hates CoN citizens. I just realized both Rhys and Feyre have the same childhood trauma... God, they really are the same person lmao

So when Rhys says Nesta is an Illyrian and there's no excuse for her actions, it's because he sees Illyrians as hateful and full of rage creatures and there's no reason behind why they behave the way they do. And let's be honest that's how Nesta showed herself. I know some people will say he didn't understand and YES he didn't!! It's not his job to know what's wrong with her. The opposite can be said about her sisters and mate that they should've guessed but that's debatable. It's why later on we see how Nesta is full of anger and hatred and why she's the way she is because she explained it herself, we were in her pov and got to understand her.

And him saying "it's a compliment" can means that he can see some good in them, like his brothers. His mother and sister. He just hates their culture, their mindset that he's been trying to change for centuries and I think Nesta reminded him so much of them. That's why what he said is contrary of each other.

Anyway I think this is the only explanation because I don't see any other conclusion as to why he said that. But like I said if you have other things to add or disagree I would love to hear your thoughts. Sorry if I got carried away with Mor, I wanted to show the similarity in these two situations and have an example to explain better :D

Thank you anon for trusting me to answer your question lol I tried to answer as best as I could, I hope it helped with the confusion<33

[sylvieeee5]

IT. IS. MBS TIME

AAAAAAAAA

HI!!! Don’t know if you know me, but I’m Sylv! I do liveblogs of MBS (I’ve been a fan since fifth grade haha) that are QUESTIONABLY readable and cat-picture heavy!! Speaking of… a little kitty update!!

If you’ve been reading my LBs for a while, you may remember this adorable bean:

Well, I’m delighted to announce that Sonic has found his forever home- with my grandparents! Congrats on winning them over, little man- can’t wait to see how much you’ve grown when they come to visit next week!

okay i actually have to watch it now hhhhh

fear. and excitement

alright.

MBS Season 2, Episode 1: A Perilous Journey.

Let’s go.

!Warning!! Book/show spoilers ahead!

0:32

Welp, she said it! Roll credits on the whole production, boys. (actually no don’t habsgshdhssh)

0:44

SQ SIGHTING SQ SIGHTINF

ahem.

1:53

DR GARRISON SIGHTING

GIRLBOSSSS

okay we haven’t even made it past the RECAP yet, come on sylv-

2:39

OH NO

MADGE HOW COULD YOU

rip mouse 😭😭😭

3:09

WETHERALL FARMMMMMM

3:14

boomerang????????

3:24

hey king cmoN IT WAS COOL

3:29

baby!!! also we have her name said for the first time!!!

3:56

yes.... yes you are 4:12

IT’S NIGHT NOW

NEW INTRO?????????????

4:20 (ayy)

THE GOLF CART

THE A L PA C A HUH??????

also “not identical”  👀

4:30

dog man...?

4:50

i amn... intrigued

4:59

THANK YOU KINGS!!!!

5:21

smug... fishing for compliments... yep this is the loser we all know and... love?

5:27

Ah Connie girl- trying to use your newly-discovered psychic abilities to kill him through the screen?  I don’t blame you tbh

5:36

OH SHOOT

who’s he blaming for this one???

5:37

OH YOU B I TC H

NO

HOW D A RE YOU DO MY GIRL LIKE THAT

6:15

Heavily used in the trailers... might I be detecting a bit of double meaning?

“I can”- make anyone happy... and control what they’re saying.

6:19

ugh.

6:25

YES QUEEN GO OFF

7:43

NO

the only sane one-

7:13

JHWGKASYHADAKDUHDKAWAIWAJWSUAIHDIUWDHiuldawhawd

DO IT GIRL

7:18

rhonda: completely unbothered

...how many times has constance tried to do this sshkj

7:28

🙄 babies.

7:49

awwwww

okay, i know they’re not legally sisters in this ‘verse, but... sisters

8:13

THAT’S THE SCREAM

HJSFJKSDAUSHDASUSHSDIA

mission failed. we’ll get ‘em next time

9:23

very reassuring.

9:44

girl what????

are you forgetting the tried-to-take-over-the-world part???

10:28

well crap

10:54

THE SOUND I JUST MADE

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

milligannnnnnnnn

11:00

It’s been a year, but Kate’s still struggling with healthy independence vs. shutting people out,,,

And their relationship... It’s still new, to both of them. It’s a struggle to go back to... being father and daughter.

man

11:07

katie-cat,,,

11:30

gsajagjdgjj

parents expressing interest in your fandoms be like-

12:09

12:41

“We know each other.”

12:48

such a good ammaaaaaaaa i’m going to cry

ms perumal i love you

13:51

excellent icebreaker queen

13:57

the SMILESSSSSS

14:17

US TOO STICKY

US. TOO.

14:59

dogman?

16:37

a firm no

16:54

okay i know that was a trick but...

hug

17:28

girl what

17:41

fyueawkiWHQdiquhlJHSDKKADSUKI hey. don’t diss the sweater vest.

17:57

the well.

18:41

Everyone’s a critic

19:46

she really said  👀

20:13

TRUEEEEEEEEEE

also WHAT

21:09

o-hoh no

reynie

22:15

22:59

constance he IS your father and you CARE him

23:06

they play chess

24:00

AYKUEYUAD SHE DID THE REYNIE FACE

24:19

sibling behavior

24:24

constance behavior

24:37

“A book in a book... Bookception.”

that was. remarkably stupid

25:08

the journal that... isn’t a journal and is just a nonsense book.

 huh?

25:46

AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHASDJJAHKDUSHADW

26:12

sdjkdhkhkskdw

26:45

what’s that got to do with it constance

27:14

Everybody knows that, Kate.

27:52

STICKYYYYYYY

brave boy arc :)

28:33

WATER POLO ALERT

29:49

That’s not a verb, sir

30:18

kate i adore you

30:41

local fish population decimated. sugar prices skyrocketing. great job guys

30:54

oh my god

31:48

wh

what have i just witnessed.

32:04

his stupid gOLF CART

they’re coming right on THROUGH with the curtain loser energy

32:35

this ain’t a pyramid scheme king(derogatory)

32:58

WUH-OH

33:40

AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

WELL

I’m so stoked for this season!!!!! So far, apart from the Curtain stuff (which I, still have not fully processed,,) it seems pretty 1-1 with the book... but as we know, things will certainly diverge...

wait

WAIT

NO ROLL CREDITS MOMENT?????? THAT’S THE STAPLE OF THE SERIES

OKAY I’M MAD NOW

I give 201: A Perilous Journey a 9/10! A lovely little bite of what’s to come- only prevented from a perfect score by the laCK OF A TITLE DROPPPPPPPP

I am. so upset about that.

See you later today for episode 2!

[28-5-1]

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Social Media Insights: Each platform offers its own analytics tools to measure the success of your posts and ads. Use this data to refine your strategy.

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[todayisafridaynight]

OKOKOK EP TWO AND THREE CLEARED. Keisuke is unbeatable I Am Positive I kept fucking pausing to GIF this and that and I swear I've never had this many GIFs on the hard drive 😭😭I need to hunt him for sport [AFFECTIONATE] Pleeeease drop the Cutest Tsutsumi Characters list... I must know...

DON'T REMIND ME OF TSUTSUMI'S POSSIBLE RETIREMENT I'LL MISS HIM SO BAD 😭😭😭😭😭that aside :] he's a nice man I respect him :] To Say The Least... OH BUT he did some dialect work in Kagerou Touge [only as the transgender chicken he plays not his actual character], Bali Big Brother, Tonbi, First Penguin, and uhhhh Jo's Singular Line LMAO [not all Kansai exactly IIRC but more Kansai-adjacent than Kanto]. Kagerou and First Penguin are my faves though methinks

DEFINITELY CHECKING OUT THE MOVIE WHEN I GET THE CHANCE... very intrigued about how it does things differently and of course the Snap Seal Of Approval means a great deal to me...

Kase is SUCH a bitch in the anime and manga perhaps especially Because he did have potential as a voice of reason but he's just being a hypocrite and abusing his knowledge of the situation; he's able to justify it only because he's Not Forty-Five Which Would Be Creepy But Twenty-One Is Fine Dude Trust Me which... is pretty real NGL guys like that do exist... in the same vein, on one hand I do want him to face some sort of consequence, but on the other hand I guess it's also pretty real for him to be able to get away with it. I Guess.

If nothing else I do really appreciate that episode for the contrasts between how Kase and Kondo act on [basically] the same "date," and how Akira reacts. Like OBVIOUS what the message of the ep is given Akira's thing with the pamphlets but let me cook... 'Cause Kase is conventionally attractive, he's not [as far] out of her age range [although he's still DECIDEDLY out of it], and a lot of girls who don't know any better would be thrilled to be pursued by a "cool mature guy" like him, but Akira cannot stand any of it. But with Kondo, the complete opposite, who is totally unattainable, she feels safe and comfortable.

Even so, she re-enacts Kase's behaviors on her "date" with Kondo, because that's what she knows and kids mimic the adults in their lives whether they know it or not, and it's largely by her own self-restraint that she doesn't go in for that kiss at the end and things don't end as badly as they could... MANY thoughts... head full...

BUT YEAH. NO. YEAH. The last couple eps go SO hard and for WHATTTTT 😭😭😭😭😭Haruka and Akira got me so fucked up... Haruka winning that black cat for her coinciding with Akira starting to back off from Kondo and rekindle things with Haruka instead... the rumor WAS real... uuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhh

And CHIHIRO MY FRIEND CHIHIRO good god spending the whole fucking show thinking Kondo was just reminded of his wife or some girl-who-got-away by Akira... and then he picks up the book and It's No Help because Chihiro is a gender neutral name... AND THEN TURNS OUT IT'S HIS BOY BEST FRIEND REPRESENTING HIS YOUTH AND HIS PASSIONS AND IT'S ALL IN PARALLEL TO HARUKA AND AKIRA UUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OK that is enough for now I promise I will actually send in something RGG-related at <3 Some Point <3 SORRY to anyone having to scroll past these last couple of asks lmao

THATS WHAT IM SAYING literally my number one selling point for this show at this point is Keisuke Is The Cutest Old Man In Media Ever Please Witness Him. on the subject of Cute Men though the Cute Tsutsumi Chara list is relatively small since most of his roles evidently has him p serious or. Heinous. so like. top five's like:

1.) Keisuke (Tsuma, Shogakusei ni Naru) 2.) Saenai (Super Salaryman) 3.) Nobata (Not Quite Dead Yet) 4.) Ikegami (Why Don't You Play in Hell) 5.) Tsugaru (Hero SP)

a very hard list for me to make considering i think he has plenty of cute roles (if not just cute moments) in one way or another but..... thems the ones that had me going (´◡`ʃ♡ƪ) the most..

BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAAAN NOT TO REMIND YOU YOU TOLD ME ABOUT IT FIRST (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) an important thing to remember anyhow.. maybe in the future he can direct movies that feature other cute middle-aged men (❁´◡`❁) greatly doubt any others will ever compete with The Paragon Of Middle-Aged Dudes but they can try...

you had me at Trnsgender Chicken huh. OH BUT YEAH i figured hiroshi was kansai-esque with his mannerisms/speech. bali big brother was one of the movies on my To-Watch list so i know what to look into this week now (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

OH BUT I THOUGHT YOU SAW THE MOVIE i watched it ahead of time because of that ☠️☠️ BUT i look forward to you checkin it out !! again its p different tonally in some parts, esp with the vibe to haruka and tachibana's relationship (tho of course the underlying issue of their rocky friendship still exists, its just not as evident as it was in the anime).

AH BUT YEAH i appreciate kase for what he does as a narrative device and as a character in THAT regard i really like him: serving as a cautionary reality for people like tachibana who could be taken advantage of if around the wrong people while he simultaneously acts as though he knows what's best for her (and again, he has a point in her and kondo's age difference being egregious, but he's not exactly sailing on smooth waters either). with that in mind i appreciate that aspect of him didn't overstay it's welcome (for multiple reasons of course LMAO)

NOOO BUT HARUKA AND TACHIBANA'S RELATIONSHIP MENDING BY THE END THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING TOO especially when they showed off haruka had her lil cat bro hanging on her bag.. and it was that hot-pink color to balance out the black one tachibana had (very kuromi/melody core if you ask me).... it really was super sweet that kondo and haruka got to mend their past relationships by the end of the anime like AAA it was SOOO good the build up and execution and eveything.. and i LOVE how the anime ends with the implication kondo and tachibana will start to really work on their aspirations- i always like those endings more than the ones where we see them already succeeding (❁´◡`❁)

AND YEYEYE THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT THE BUSINESS WITH CHIHIRO WAS GONNA BE TOO !!!!! IT WAS DEFINITELY INTENTIONAL ME THINKS LIKE ugh... AtR is masterful as all hell for everything it does i truly loved it a lot...

[nectar-cellar]

i always wanted to give amir a slick undercut but couldn’t find one that looked just right.

this is imamiii’s anto joseph scaled down and moved slightly.

i think i’ll do a flipped version as well :3

i have a few other undercuts saved to resize/edit but i think this one is my fave.

i tend to make my sims’ heads and faces (especially male sims) really narrow and most hairs end up looking too big in proportion to their dainty little faces :(

[aemondtragaryen-archived]

what scene are you giffing bucky of?

i literally dont even know just one where he clenches his jaw that i can color without wanting to throw my computer away

[bookish-whore]

Night Terrors

Azriel x Reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: depictions of child abuse, discussions of past trauma, unintentional injury, some steamy behavior, fluff

A/N: Based on this request! Thanks for the idea, I absolutely loved writing this and it gave me ACOMAF vibes and made me want to move up my series re-read. If you’ve sent a request just know it is on my radar and as always, my requests are open <3

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It had been weeks since the bond snapped into place. It had happened in training of all places.

Azriel had me pinned under him, demonstrating a holding maneuver for the new Valkyries when I felt it a tug in my chest and this radiant string seemed to appear tethering me to the shadowsinger. My heart felt like it leapt out of my chest, like my soul had found its equal, this calming sense that I was home washed over me.

But when I looked into those glorious hazel eyes, I realized he didn’t feel it. I quickly regained my composure, returning my attention to training and tried to ignore the pain in my chest.

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It had been sporadic at first, happening once, then once a fortnight, then once a week, until it became a nightly occurrence. I would get these random images of people, places, and flashes of conversations and in the weeks since the bond snapped, I had been regularly woken up by these dreams, or night terrors rather, the strange images like I was watching a film of someone else’s life. Only I knew that these were unintentional, slipping through my one-sided connection with the Shadowsinger.

Feyre had told me that when emotions were running high the mating bond would project what was happening to the other even if the bond hadn’t snapped for one of the partners. She told me how before she knew Rhys was her mate, she would have what she thought were dreams when Rhys was forced to pleasure Amarantha under the mountain. She didn’t realize until later that the dreams were real and had happened. I assumed that because the dreams seemed to be more like memories that Azriel simply couldn’t control his emotions and they bled through the bond into me.

But tonight seemed different. As I drifted deeper into sleep, A dark room materialized. I recognized is as the dark cell where so many horrible things had taken place, and my heart ached for the child that I knew endured them. The child who only wanted to be loved and instead was treated as no more than a pet, an inconvenience. The child who was tortured for years, the child that grew up to be my mate. The events began to play, and all I could do was watch,

I felt trapped, the panic slowly rising as I looked around. Everywhere I looked it was dark the only light being what seeped under the door at the top of the stairs. I saw the boy curled in the corner, shackles on his wrists. Dressed only in pants that were clearly much too big for his tiny frame. My heart cracked further in my chest; he was so small. The skin on his body clinging to his ribs, a clear sign he had been malnourished for years. His delicate wings sagging behind him without the muscle or training to keep them upright. I suddenly heard laughter, as the cell door opened. Young Az put his arm up as he recoiled from the brightness that flooded in. two older boys entered the cell and a thrum of panic went through the bond. “wh-what are you doing in here?” Younger Azriel said, his little voice shaky but firm “Just some research, half-breed” one of the boys sneered These must be his stepbrothers, I realized as the two boys moved closer. “Yeah, we learned in school that Illyrians have superior healing capabilities, since you are one of them, we wanted to try something out” the two shared a look and laughed. Before Azriel could react one of them grabbed the shackles, pulling him to the ground with his arms outstretched. His wings flopped on top of him as he couldn’t control them. I felt sick, I wanted to scream. One of the boys put his foot into Azriel’s back holding him in place, while the other produced a canteen and poured a foreign liquid on Azriel’s hands, I could smell what it was from my position. Oil. They laughed. One of them striking a match and holding it up, Azriel’s delicate features went white at the realization of what they were doing. What they had planned. “NO! PLEASE…HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE” Azriel screamed, trying to wriggle away. The foot in his back applied more pressure keeping him steady. The boy dropped the match. And the room lit up. I would never forget the screams, how Azriel’s little body writhed in pain as his hands were set on fire. I could smell the burning flesh, see the way his hands practically melted as he screamed in pain.

I shot up in bed. taking deep gasping breaths, I looked down to find my nightgown clinging tightly to my sweaty body as I threw the sheets off me. I stood pacing the room as I attempted to steady my breathing but no matter what I tried I couldn’t shake the fear, the panic, the terror, and the pain. It was like I was still trapped in the nightmare.

Suddenly dark shadows seeped under my door making their way across the room until they were swirling frantically around me, tugging on my hands in an attempt to lead me somewhere. I hastily threw on a pair of slippers that were on the floor next to my bed and let them lead me out of my room and down the hall. It took me a moment to realize the shadows were leading me to Azriel’s bedroom.

When I reached his door, I didn’t bother knocking. My hand slowly turning the ornate knob before softly stepping into the room closing the door behind me as I turned to face him. my mate.

The room was cast in soft moonlight that was streaming through the window. The light reflected off his body, which was covered in a thin sheen of sweat his brows furrowed in distress as he twisted fitfully in his sleep. I noticed then his hands, his white knuckles indication that he was tightly fisting the sheets. The tear tracks on his cheeks a clear sign that he was in distress. I made my way to the side of the bed hesitantly placing my hand to his forehead, he was so warm, like he was burning up at the memory of what had been done to him. as if his body couldn’t tell that he was having a nightmare and he wasn’t really in danger.

“Azriel” I whispered; my voice shaking as I placed my hands on his shoulders, gently shaking him. He was unresponsive, his face contorting as though he was in pain.

“Az, its just a nightmare” I said shaking him again

“Wake up Az” I repeated

He let out a bloodcurdling scream and bolted upright. I barely registered what happened next.

His hands grabbed me, flipping me onto the bed beside him, my back pressed into the soft mattress as his knees rested on either side of me restricting my movement. His body towered over me as he held truth teller to my throat, the sharp edge biting into the soft flesh on my neck.

“Az it’s okay, its me!” I screamed, feeling the small trickle of blood as truth teller nicked my skin.

His hazel eyes went wide with recognition as he withdrew the knife “y/n?”

He practically leapt off me, dropping the knife to the ground “I-” he choked out “y/n, I-I’m sorry” he shook his head as backed towards the window, putting space between us.

“It’s okay Az” I assured him, slowly sitting up in his bed and bringing my hand to my throat, wiping away the blood “I’m okay”

“Why are you? how did you?” he began to ask, his sentences fragmented as he processed my presence.

A thrum of panic shot through me as I debated what to tell him “Oh, I couldn’t sleep and was going to- head down to the kitchen… when your shadows they caught my attention and practically dragged me here. You looked distressed and I- I just wanted to help”

He ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes slowly raked across my body, taking in my appearance. I suddenly felt very exposed under his heated gaze.

“My shadows?” he asked, I nodded in assurance that he had heard correctly

“I’m sorry y/n” Azriel said making his way across the room and sitting on the edge of the bed, he turned to face me “May I?” he asked motioning to my neck. I nodded using my hands to smooth my hair out of the way. He grasped my chin with his thumb and forefinger slowly turning it to look at the damage to my neck.

“It’s really nothing Az” I said, my voice just above a whisper “barely a scratch”

“I can’t believe I did this” Az said releasing my chin, bringing his head to rest between his knees as he took deep steadying breaths.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, “you were having a nightmare, right?”  

A moment of silence passed between us.

Azriel raised his head, turning to look at me “It was- it was like I was back there again.”

I tentatively moved closer to him, tucking my legs under me as I sat next to him turning my body towards him so that we were now facing each other on the bed. Only a few inches seperated us.

“It was when this happened” he raised his hands, his gaze focused on the scars that marred the delicate flesh “when my stepbrothers set my hands on fire in some kind of sick science experiment” my chest tightened; remembering the screams of the child he had been, what he must have endured in that dark cell all those years.

I knew how he felt about his hands but after seeing for myself what had happened, I felt the overwhelming need to comfort him. I reached out my hands to clasp his and was surprised when he didn’t pull away.

His eyes drifted up until they met mine and I couldn’t deny what he did to me, his hungry gaze sending a rush of heat straight to my core. Feeling a surge of confidence, I lifted his scarred hands to my lips, placing soft kisses on them, I wanted to show him that I wasn’t afraid, that I accepted all of him even the parts he was ashamed of.

“y/n…” he said his voice low and rough, my name like a prayer on his lips.

I said his name, my voice pleading. I needed to be close to him. He must have felt the same, an unspoken agreement passing between us as he pulled me into his lap, my legs moving to straddle him as I rested my arms around his neck. My nightgown bunched at the top of my thighs, but I didn’t care as our mouths met in a desperate kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues as he took control.

His hands moved down my body to cup my backside, grinding me against him, his arousal thick and hard, straining through the fabric of his linen pants. The thin material of my panties did nothing to hide the wetness pooling at his actions.

He abruptly broke the kiss bringing his forehead to rest against mine “make me forget…please” he practically begged

“Az…” I practically moaned his name, bringing my hands to cup his face as I leaned in, pressing my lips against his in a much more sensual kiss. this kiss was much different from the first, I wanted to take my time, and savor the taste of him.

Time seemed to slow down, as my hands moved to grasp his hair, twirling the messy locks in my fingers as we explored each other. His own hands pulling me tight against his chest. I was so lost in my emotions that I gently tugged on that golden thread between us, needing to be closer to him.

He broke the kiss and I practically whined at the loss, opening my eyes to find him looking intensely at me. I couldn’t help but think that I wanted to drown myself in those endless pools of hazel as my entire world shifted, as that ribbon between us roared to life, glowing brighter and brighter as it connected us together, our very souls merging into one. The bond, he had felt it.

“You’re- you’re” he stuttered his eyes lining with silver at the realization, one that I had known for weeks.

I smiled, nodding profusely feeling a tidal wave of emotions flow down the bond.

“I’m your mate” I said softly. He brought his head to rest on my shoulder, placing a delicate kiss to it.

“You’re my mate” he repeated needing to say the words himself. “that’s how you really knew about the nightmare right?”

I nodded “I’m so sorry Az” I whispered “seeing what- what they did to you” a stray tear fell from the corner of my eye “I could feel everything, it was awful”

He brought his hands to frame my face, his thumbs wiping away the tears “It’s alright, it happened so long ago but the nightmares, they can be overwhelming, but I wouldn’t change it, all of it brought me here. All the pain and suffering eventually led me to you…my mate” the last two words were so full of love and wonder I buried my face into his chest breathing him in.

We sat like that for a while, just simply holding each other until a yawn escaped his lips.

“Maybe we should go back to sleep” I proposed

“Will you stay?” he asked rubbing small comforting circles on my back

“As long as you want me to”

He pulled us further onto the bed, his chest pressing against my back, his arm coming to rest across my stomach pulling me flush against him. I had never felt so safe or secure being held like this. His arms were where I wanted to be, where I would happily reside for the rest of my days. And from now on, I would always be there to chase his nightmares away.

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[calumsash]

someone lock this man up.

[brokenfavouriterecords]

I want to talk about the blatant misogyny and racism, at least coming from cis-straight greek men, towards the women of Ukraine ESPECIALLY during these trying times. I don't know what the situation is like in other countries, but immigrant women from the ex soviet union were treated with the least respect possible AND STILL ARE. They look at them like some kind of wh*res coming here looking for a husband, as if all of these men in greece are handsome and rich and they can get any tall, blonde, exotic (i want to vomit as i write this) model they want. Even now, as the Ukrainian people are living through hell, the women are the butt of the joke. I will use a screenshot of facebook posts here and translate a few parts (screenshot taken from instagram @/womenlikeyou_, generally not a big fan of them but this post was valid).

"Ukranian women getting ready for mass immigration. We will finally see a white day, with all the African-Asian that have gathered. Do not dare put them in immigrant welcoming centers. Each one will take one home. Celibates on the other hand will get two."

"Mr Zelenski i am ready to welcome as immigrants of war 3 Ukrainian women of 25 years old as to support you in your drama."

"Has anyone seen how many Ukrainian women we are allowed per house?"

"I condemn my wife for racism, fascism, and xenophobia: she doesn't want to accomodate 2 twenty year old Ukrainian souls"

SO YOU AGREE. You agree that women are led to immigration and possible prostitution due to war, as an only way to live, because this is the only way you will accept them into your country.

Greece is a country that has lived poverty, has lived war, has lived immigration (greek imigrants leaving the country and also the country welcoming immigrants from other countries), yet people forget willingly. Humanity is going to shit and social media has an outlet for any degenerate to spread their twisted opinions. If you see war and distraction and what you expect is hot women to come on your dick, you are deeply out of reality. And dangerous too. I am not saying these statements represent the majority of greek people, but it is really concerning to see these behaviors in the year 2022.

If you have examples from other European countries too, please add them here. And please please please help any way you can in order to stand next to these people in need.

[undermattsun-archive]

hq skate rats as the toxic things gamers have said to me on cod <3

this is literally the worst i’m so sorry, it’s too toxic n this is me just sharing my traumatic experiences on main at this point,,,,

tw toxic behavior, BAD language, uncensored insults (wh*re, sl*t, b*tch, etc)

“get off cod, go back to the kitchen and make me my sandwich”: osamu, kunimi, terushima

“come choke on my cock, stupid slut”: mattsun, semi, suna

“you’re 1 and 6 shut up you fucking stupid bitch”: kenma, akaashi, atsumu

“whore, whore, you’re a dumb whore! suck my dick!”: makki, tendou, goshiki (learned this toxicity straight from tendou)

[twomoonstwosuns]

right the wrongs.

back to you [series masterlist]

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warnings: swearing, angst/pining, age gap (reader over 18)

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i wanted to incorporate a little Poe POV, so hopefully this turned out ok! feedback is welcome and very much appreciated (thank you to all who have given me feedback so far, it truly makes me happy to know you’re enjoying this story).

i get to go to work thursday-saturday to prep a store for re-opening, so if you don’t see an update in my normal 3-4 days after this update, that’s why! 

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Poe sat at the desk in his office, twirling the pen in his hand as he rocked back in his chair. His office door was locked, any knocks by students and staff met by complete silence. There was work to be done, papers to grade, lesson plans to arrange, and an interview to prepare for. The hope was that he’d be able to get some work done, but it wasn’t effective. He had tried working at home and that didn’t work either.  

All he could see when he looked around his apartment was the fight you two had.

Poe was a little surprised to see you in class. He wouldn’t have blamed you for skipping; he didn’t feel like going to class that day either. It took every ounce of strength he had not to look at you during class. He naturally glanced around the room as he taught to make sure his students were paying attention, so he did have to look in your direction a few times. He was glad to see that you were avoiding looking at him. Poe didn’t think he’d be able to bear seeing the anguish on your face. It probably matched his, though he had to do a better job of hiding it.

Truth was, he was miserable being in a fight with you.

This was one of the cons of being in a relationship with you that he dreaded. Besides the fact that it was veryagainst the rules, if there wasany animosity between you, it couldn’t exist in public. Couples fought, it was natural, but you had to fake it. And it was much easier said than done.

Poe knew you didn’t mean what you said, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less. He wasn’t proud about his behavior either; of the comments he made towards you out of jealousy and frustration. You had been honest about your ex and he really appreciated that, yet he couldn’t help but get jealous. Was it the fact that you could be seen in public with him and have it not be a big deal or the idea that another guy could think of you the way he did that made him jealous? Poe didn’t know.

The only thing he did know was how quickly the evening had turned into a disaster. He had been excited to see you. He should’ve kept his jealous feelings to himself and let you show him the surprise you had underneath your dress. If Poe hadn’t said anything, you wouldn’t have said anything and neither one of you would be miserable. But the fact was, words weresaid and there was no way to take them back. He was stubborn; he wanted to see you so badly, but he also wanted you to be the first one to apologize.

There was something to be said that even though he was upset with you and had been hurt by you, all he wanted to do was see you, make up with you, and hold you.

He missed you. Plain and simple.

》 》 》

“Hey, it’s Jannah, leave a message after the beep!”

“You’ve reached Rose Tico. I can’t come to the phone right now but if you leave your name and number, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks!”

“Damn it,” you whispered, tossing your phone onto the counter. You’d never felt more alone than you did at that very moment. Karé was out of town for the weekend, you were barely speaking to Jessika, and neither of your best friends from high school was answering their phones.

You really needed someone to talk to.

It had been two days since you left Poe’s apartment and you didn’t know whether or not you’d get to go back. You almost didn’t go to class because you felt too cowardly to face him. But you did go and you could barely focus. You kept your head down the entire time, only looking up if you had to take note of something. At the same time, all you wanted to do was go up and hug him and not let go. You felt ashamed, hurt by the things you both said and even more hurt when he seemed to ditch his office hours after class. You could only assume it was because he wanted to avoid you.

You couldn’t stop thinking about what you said, how wrong it was for you to say.  Of course you didn’t mean it; you could never mean it. Except you did say it and now there was nothing you could do now but apologize.

But you couldn’t bear the thought of Poe looking at you with disappointment again.

That image of Poe was stuck in your brain, taking away your sleep and your sanity. A dull throb beat against your forehead from the crying and lack of sleep.

So you tried to distract yourself with baking.

The smell of chocolate chip cookies filled the kitchen. You’d been at this for hours, making batch after batch. There was something so satisfying about mixing ingredients together, pent up frustration coming out with each twist of your kitchen utensils. When you talked to Poe, whenever that might be, you planned to bring a batch as part of your apology, or to use as an icebreaker for what you knew would be a very tense and uncomfortable conversation.

A knock on your door brought you out of your reeling thoughts. Part of you wished it was Poe, but deep in your mind you knew he wouldn’t risk coming into an apartment building full of students. You opened the door and saw the last person you’d expect on the other side.

“Ben! Wh—what are you doing here?”

Ben, all tall and broad, leaned against the doorframe and smiled down at you. “I stopped by to see my mom and thought I’d take a chance and see if you were out of class.”

“How’d you know where I live?”

“I kind of asked your mom.”

You shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Ben was nice. Ben was a friend. However, this was a little weird. His eyes wandered around behind you.

“Um, I’d invite you in but my roommate isn’t feeling well and she’s sleeping so I don’t want to disturb her.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Jessika had skipped her classes and stayed home with the beginnings of a migraine. With Ben showing up and saying these things, you weren’t comfortable letting him into your home.

“Would you want to go get coffee then?”

The idea did sound enticing. It would provide a distraction from Poe, if only temporary. And with all of your friends gone or not available, you could use a friend right about now.

“Sure, but I’m in the middle of baking right now. Could I meet you somewhere in like an hour?”

“If you don’t mind driving, there’s a coffee and tea bar about thirty minutes away that’s supposedly really good. My mom goes there all the time, I guess.”

You nodded. “Sounds good, text me the address.”

You bid him goodbye and shut the door, walking back into the kitchen and taking the cookies out of the oven just as the timer went off. You turned the oven off and leaned forward against the counter.

“Everything ok?”

Jessika emerged from her bedroom, hair still disheveled from lying in bed.

“Everything’s fine,” you answered, your tone colder than you intended. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

If Jessika did notice your attitude towards her, she didn’t mention it, instead shaking her head and standing directly across from you. She glanced behind you at the cookies. “You usually only bake when it’s a holiday or you’re trying to distract yourself.”

There was no answer from you, but it wasn’t a silence that told her to back off.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Poe and I had a fight.”

You blurted it out before you even processed the thought, the need to talk about it becoming so overwhelming. But you weren’t going into all of the details, the trust between you and your roommate still very fragile.

“We fought about my ex and then I said something terrible.” You took a deep breath, the exhale shaking a little more than you anticipated. “I’m a terrible person.”

“You’re not a terrible person,” Jessika immediately interjected, nearly cutting you off. “I don’t know what you said and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but people say things they don’t mean in the heat of the moment. That doesn’t mean they’re terrible people. We’re human and we make mistakes.”

Glancing up at Jessika, you noticed her looking back at you, the first significant eye contact you’d made with her in weeks. The double meaning didn’t go unnoticed by you and you gave her a half smile.

“Thank you,” you said softly, earning a small smile back from Jessika. “I picked you up some ginger ale and crackers when I was at the store. And help yourself to cookies.”

Jessika gave you a grateful smile before grabbing a glass of water and retreating back to her room.

It was dim, but a little bright light was peaking into your dark cloud. Maybe there was some hope for the both of you.

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The café that Ben found was a family-owned, hole in the wall place with a cozy atmosphere. You always imagined these kinds of café’s in small towns across the different countries of Europe, which may have been why Ben had been drawn to it.

It was the kind of place you’d wish you could take Poe to.

Ben bought a cup of tea for you. You teased how much space he took up as he sat down across from you. Ben had always towered over you, even when you first met him in middle school. It wasn’t until high school when you became friends and became comfortable enough to make light-hearted fun of him for it.

You picked up where you left off at the restaurant, having Ben elaborate more on his travels since you had gotten through all of the reminiscing and catching up. As hard as you tried to stay engaged in the conversation, it got increasingly harder. You felt bad, enjoying yourself while you were supposed to be feeling guilty about the things you said. You kept glancing at your phone, having sent a text before you sat down telling Poe you missed him and wanting to know if you could talk.

You started to regret leaving your apartment. It was so much easier to wallow in self-pity when you were curled up in a blanket in the comfort of your own home.

“Earth to Y/N!” Ben snapped his fingers in front of your face and snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry.”

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah.” Ben tilted his head in concern, the look on his face saying he didn’t believe you one bit. “Really, everything’s fine. I’m just tired. And a little stressed.”

“Do you want to get dinner tonight? Talk about it?”

Shaking your head, you gave him a sympathetic half smile. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“That’s ok, maybe another time,” Ben said. He eyed you cautiously. “Do you…ever think about what went wrong between us?”

You were waiting for this topic to come up. Truth be told, though you anticipated this conversation being a little on the uncomfortable side, you were happy it was brought up between the two of you and not when you were at dinner with your families. Your tongue pressed against the back your teeth.

“I don’t think anything went really wrong,” you answered after careful consideration, your fingers drumming against the side of your cup. “We didn’t fight, there wasn’t cheating…we were kids with our whole future ahead of us. We’d only been dating four months, whatever ‘dating’ meant as a couple of teenagers. And the marriage thing…”

“Yeah, not my greatest moment.”

You gave a light laugh, glad that there were no hard feelings between the two of you over your breakup. Ben suddenly placed his hand over the one that was wrapped around your cup of tea. You felt your whole body freeze.

“I want to try again,” he said softly, holding your gaze. “Us.”

You gulped as your smile fell. “Ben…”

“I’ve been thinking about it since I got back.” The pad of this thumb gently ran over the back of your hand. “We were good together.”

You pulled your hand back quickly. This was the last thing you needed to hear, your mentality already delicate between all the fights you had in your life right now.  

“Ben, I have a boyfriend.”

Ben sat back in his seat, studying you carefully.

“You didn’t say that at dinner,” he finally said after a few seconds.

“It’s still new. I didn’t want to share it quite yet.”

“You haven’t posted it on social media.”

“Stalking my social media now?” What was meant to be said in a joking manner instead came out irritated. “I’m not obligated to post my relationship status online.”

“No pictures either.” You knew Ben was testing you and you felt exasperation bubbling inside you at having to defend every statement you made.

“He’s a private person.”

“He a student?”

“No, he’s graduated already.” You crossed your arms defensively, leaning back in your chair. “Why the interrogation?”

“I’m starting to think this boyfriend doesn’t exist.”

“Well, he does.”

“What’s his name?” You kept your mouth shut. He could coax this information out of you, but you weren’t giving him anything else. “You’re not going to tell me his name?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s my business.”

“He doesn’t exist.”

“Yes he does.”

“Then why won’t you tell me his name?”

“Because it’s my business, Ben!” You repeated, voice growing louder. A couple of other patrons turned to look at the sudden outburst. “You don’t need to know everything about my life. We are completely different people now.”

“Why’d you agree to this coffee date then?”

“I thought I was just getting coffee with a friend. Usually when two people are on a date, they both know it.” You stood up, quickly putting your coat on. “I think it’s best if you stop texting me.”

“Why? You’re boyfriend going to get jealous?” Ben was irritated. You were irritated. And you were done.

“He doesn’t control who I talk to,” you explained. “It’s because I’ve told you I have a boyfriend that I want to keep private and you don’t respect that.”

You stepped away from the table, but decided to turn back with one last thing to say. Ben had been watching you.

“You can believe he’s real or not, I don’t really care. But even if he wasn’t, the answer would still be no.”

With that, you walked out the door, the care you were taking to not slip on the slippery sidewalks preventing you from storming to your car like you wanted. As your car warmed up, you looked at the previous message you sent to Poe an hour earlier, telling him you missed him and asking if you could talk. It had been delivered, but not read. You texted him again, telling him you were coming over before tossing the phone into your purse and pulling out of the parking lot.

The wintry roads made you drive slowly, which gave you plenty of time to think of what you were going to say when you got to Poe’s. He had been right. There was no way he could’ve known, but he was right. And you were angry that he was right.

Had you led Ben on? You went over the conversations you had with him, trying to pinpoint where you might’ve been a little too flirty or accidentally touched him a little too friendly. And meeting up for coffee – you were practically on a date with your ex while you were fighting with your boyfriend.

You felt guilty, even though you were pretty sure you didn’t have to.

You were going to tell Poe everything. Honesty didn’t get you very far the last time you decided to tell the truth, but you didn’t know how much more you could keep bottled up. As messed up as it was, even if you got in another fight with him, at least you were in the same room as him.

Being upset was exhausting and distracting. You barely registered the music coming from the radio. You were only aware of other cars on the road when their lights blinded you as they drove in the opposite direction as you. You were consumed by your thoughts, consumed by guilt, and consumed by heartache.

It wasn’t until you slammed on the brakes and your car started spinning out of control that you realized how distracted you truly were.  

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[galahadwilder]

Okay I’m a bit curious now. If you had the opportunity to rewrite the ML show, how would you do it and what would you do?

So I got this ask a little over a month ago, right before I had my mental breakdown when Loveater/Hearthunter came out. Given how angry I was at the time, and how irrational I was acting, I didn’t trust myself to answer this question objectively. I think I do now.

The hardest moment in this show for me to reconcile is the moment in Reverser where Nathaniel tore Marc’s notebook in half, and then was never shown apologizing for it. That moment is, I believe, indicative of a larger problem with the writing of this show. If I were to write it, here are some of the things I would change.

1: Hire Female Writers. And also more Chinese and Biracial ones.

This is a show with a female biracial main character of Chinese descent, and all of their female writers vanished after Season 1. Which is exactly when a significant chunk of the old fandom began to have complaints about the show. As far as I can tell, they never even had any Chinese writers to begin with. Honestly this should be a no-brainer.

2: Stop visiting disproportionate retribution on Marinette, and stop punishing her for doing the right thing.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is fairly unambiguously implied throughout the show to have some kind of anxiety disorder, which is, I think, a brilliant piece of writing. It nearly explains her primary character flaws—those being her impulsivety and her tendency to overthink, while also being shown in positive aspects as her quick-thinking and resolve. However, whenever Marinette makes a mistake, the narrative goes out of its way to treat her like a monster, and even when it’s someone else’s mistake, she is the one expected to apologize and “be the bigger person.” (In fact, she’s expected to be the “biggest person” in the show, which, given that there are adults around, is kind of a horrifying message to send.) Whenever anyone attacks her, even if that person is Lila, or worse, her own friends, she is expected to just roll over and is punished for standing up for herself. That may be how the real world works sometimes, but as Astruc is so fond of reiterating, this is a kids’ show. This is not a good message to send.

Additionally, the show continually treats Marinette’s anxiety as a subject of derision instead of treating it with sympathy. Marinette is continually mocked by the narrative for maladaptive thinking that is out of her control. The writing is, in a roundabout way, mocking a significant fraction of its own fanbase.

So step two is to stop punishing Marinette for doing the right thing, and let her occasionally be shown to be in the right.

3: Let Adrien grow.

Adrien is a good and kind person in an extremely shitty situation, and as a result has ended up picking up a number of unintentionally abusive behaviors from literally every other person in his life, as well as some extremely harmful coping mechanisms. This is, once again, a brilliant premise for a character that I feel has been entirely wasted. Adrien’s character is static; he never gets called out on his harmful behavior, and thus doesn’t realize it’s harming anyone simply because he doesn’t know how to tell. The narrative refuses to confront him with the consequences of his actions; in fact, it continually rewards him for being the perfect victim, the perfect abuse target. Giving Adrien someone in his life who can teach him better behaviors and coping mechanisms would go a long way to resolving my issues with this show, especially because it would make him more supportive toward Marinette.

4: Let Fu be wrong.

In a twist of the typical “wise old master” trope, Wang Fu is presented as a traumatized and paranoid orphan/war veteran, whose decisions aren’t necessarily based on rational forethought, but on paranoia. Many of his decisions are not the best ones available, simply the best that he knows how to make. The problem is that most of this is subtext: in the text, Fu is presented as a man of endless wisdom and his rules inviolate, even when they do more harm than good. The narrative frequently shows how wrong he is, but I’m not completely sure the writers are actually aware of that, because once again that’s only in subtext. If he’d been shown learning lessons or being like “I misjudged the situation” and changing his mind or even just changing his reasoning but keeping the same decisions, that might make a huge difference. Make his fear a key point in some of his dumber decisions, and now instead of an out-of-touch old man who makes terrible decisions just because, you’ve got a rounded character who can actually be part of the story.

5: Caline Bustier.

Most of the adults in this show are not particularly competent, and in most cases—André Bourgeois, Principal Damocles, Roger Raincomprix—they’re explicitly STATED to be incompetent, or just… generally not entirely there. The only competent non-evil adults in the show are Marinette’s parents and Nadja Chamack.

Which brings us to Caline Bustier. She’s supposed to be—and unlike the others, is presented as—a kind, warm, nurturing, and supportive presence in Marinette’s life; instead she punishes Marinette (and, in Origins, Ivan) for being bullied and lets the bullies get away scot free. She reinforces Adrien’s worst behavior, punishes Marinette for standing up for herself and her classmates, and rewards bullies, and is always presented as being in the right, almost saintly… in fact, she’s presented as the Madonna in a Madonna-Wh*re complex.*

Yes, I went there.

If we look at the writing of the non-evil adults, it’s got all the hallmarks of sexism. All of the men except Tom are dumb and/or under the thumb of powerful, “shrewish” female figures. Meanwhile, among the non-evil adult women (of which there are few) we have Sabine (excellent), the harsh and unforgiving spinster-archetype Madame Mendeleiev, and the kind and saintly Caline Bustier. Both of them are dehumanized and treated more like props than like people.

So my thing there would be: make at least one competent male authority figure, and—since Madame Bustier is such an important figure in Adrien and Marinette’s lives—stop letting her reward bullying and instead have her be the person who helps both of them grow and be comfortable in themselves. Have her teach Adrien to stand up for himself, have her show Marinette it’s okay to be angry, to be emotional, to make mistakes. And, most importantly, round her out a little. Show her making mistakes occasionally too—but if she leads by example, she could admit to them and correct them.

6: Better friend interactions

Let’s face it: the friendship we see in the show isn’t particularly healthy, while the friendship in the Instagram accounts is quite a bit better. Let’s see some Alya and Nino being more supportive of their friends instead of pushing them into things they’re not ready for.

* Censored because tumblr, not because I think it’s a bad word. This website is stupid.