#why arent we screaming more!!!

[billysgun]

jealously

billy the kid x cowgirl!reader |during a party for the house, you catch girls flirting with billy and can't stand it, little do you know, billy feels the same way when he finds you talking to one of the members|

you suck your gums once more as you rest the rim of the cup on your chin, swaying as you stare daggers at the girl who won't leave billy fucking alone

first, out of nowhere in the street, then at poker, and now at this stupid fucking party.

Mrs. Riley dared to doe her eyes and flutter her lashes as billy shifted uncomfortably

"you're very good-looking, billy..can we go somewhere?"

billys eyes drift to yours and you can't take it anymore as you turn down the hallway

you arent together, you aren't exclusive, and you've never talked about being something more..things just happened and clothes were forgotten about as mindless kissing turned into nightly fucking.

you downed another whiskey as the house chattered, dying to distract yourself as your gang drunkenly laughed by the make-shift bar and you decide to join them

as your head tilts back to slam more shots than you can count, you feel a hand rub your hip.

"now I think that's enough for you, cowgirl!" Jesse cheers, and you roll your eyes, hand swiping for the whiskey he stole from you while you stumble back, subconsciously hoping that was a different hand on your hip...

you drink and cheer with your gang as you sway deeper into the night deciding to forget about your troubles

"Y/n can I talk to you?" you barely hear his voice from the yelling around you, but you turn to see billy with a solemn expression

"you can talk right here" you tell him, reaching for another drink but billy softly grabs your hand

"nah, not right here..." he mumbles, you turn and he's about to lead you down the hallway when Jesse snatches your arm

"hey man, what's your issue?" Jesse questions, feeding you more liquor but billy slaps the glass away from you

"why don't you let go of her fuckin' arm?" he asks, protectively standing in front of you once Jesse lets his hand fall

"didn't know shit was like that, man" he says with his palms out, you suddenly sober up as the entire situation hit you and you're dragging billy to the nearest bathroom to fucking scream

you slam the door but it's barely audible from the music yelling outside, you turn to him as he stumbles toward you

"what the fuck was that?"

billy looks confused as you practically shake with anger

"those men out there just lost the little respect they had for me" you feel your insides boil as he starts to understand

"no one saw" he shakes his head and you push his chest

"what? no one has fuckin' mouths anymore? now I'm your little fuckin' thing to screw" your entire body is hot as you scream at him, he doesn't meet your eyes as he seems pissed himself

"then why you lettin' his hand roam all over you?" he spits you feel your chest cave in

"are you seriously gonna call me a whore for a hand on the hip? really billy?" you say through gritted teeth, he reaches for you but you move away

"no, no that's not what I meant" he quickly corrects himself but you're done with him, thinking maybe he saw you as something more than just a slut

you open the door but he shuts it before you can leave, you turn and see he's only a few inches away

"I'd never think that about you...ever" he whispers, sincerity all over his tongue as his eyes almost water with honesty and you take a lip in before you admit something yourself

"I thought it was you" you mumbled, you watched his brows furrow and you quickly added,

"I thought you were grabbin' on me...when I saw it was Jesse I backed up."

"shit...I'm sorry...that's all I saw until she pulled me away-"

you interrupt him with a scoff, knowing immediately that she was Irene

"I can't stand that woman, callin' you an outlaw like it's some sexy shit. fuckin' piece of work." you look up to see billy laughing at you

"what?" you feel your face glow as he cups one of your cheeks,

"are you jealous of her?" he asks, a cocky smile on his lips as you scoff once more

"you were jealous of a hand"

"hey, that hand didn't have a ring on it!" he quickly defends

"yeah, well after that outburst the whole town probably knows we're screwin'" you mumble

"maybe that's a good thing" billy adds, you stare up at him as he brushes your lower lip

"I want people to know you're mine and I'm yours" he whispers, you feel your heart quicken as the air around you stills

"...I want that too, billy" you barely mumble out as he dips down to kiss you softly

you can't stop smiling as his lips sweetly lap over yours, knowing that sneaking him into your room nightly wasn't just fucking, it was lovemaking.

an: ily guys so much! thank you thank you thank you for 400 followers!!! mwah!! <333

[joekeeryswife]

pedro pascal is so daddy like… i genuinely dont know why this man doesnt have kids yet but I VOLUNTEER 🙋‍♀️

anywayss, i cant help but think about the domesticity of being married and expecting with pedro like we all know that man is old and is already daddy status but just imagining him coming home to you and your swollen belly after a day running around the city… to kiss on you and hold you like!!! you cant tell me that wouldn’t be the cutest shit ever

then you got the early mornings and late nights of him and you talking, watching movies together, laying on the couch in your spacious new york apartment, looking over on the city!!! and i just know no matter what, that man would just adore you. would always want to have you around, inviting you to come out with him while he’s working, always wanting to take you on dates, and events. i mean just utterly infatuated with you (especially if youre having his baby!?! like that man wouldnt know what to do with himself)

he would just take the best care of you… when he wakes up making sure your vitamins are all set up for you to take (so cant say you forgot!) and maybe writing little love notes incase you arent awake to bid him away for the few hours he’ll be gone. and he’d shoot you just random texts and pictures whether that be on set, in a meeting, driving/walking around, anything to let you know that youre on his mind… and when he comes home, oh lord. i wholeheartedly believe, after an extremely long day, he’d always come home with a little treat for you…

you’d be in the kitchen, getting dinner ready for the night, anticipating his arrival, as you hear the door open, and a loud and cheesy, “honey, im home!” to which he walks into your shared kitchen with a small little bag, holding a pastry he picked up for you on his way home just because he knows how much you love that bakery. you’d welcome him into your warm embrace and as you continue cooking for the two of you, nothing would make more sense than for him to rub that belly of yours…whispering all the praise you’d been aching to hear. telling you how beautiful you look, how strong you are, how grateful he is to have you, to hold you… and then ofcourse you’d enjoy the dinner you had made for the two of you. ending the night with the pastry pedro had picked up for you and a glass of wine for him…

ahhh! i totally rambled so much but i love pedro like UGH

Baby- p.p

hello loves! when i tell you i screamed when i saw this i’m not even lying. i tried my best with this one and if i’m being honest i don’t think i like it at all😭! first pedro pascal imagine (btw dad! imagines are my fave to write) dms are always open if you wanna chat loves! i’m like nervous to post this idk why. anyways enjoy 🤍 ⚠️age gap couple!⚠️

taglist (add yourselves loves🤍)(if there is a line through your name i cannot tag you for some reason x) @1-john-4-19

"baby, im home" you heard Pedro voice echo through your New York apartment. you had moved in with Pedro two years ago after a year of dating and now you were pregnant with your first child together. you were in the kitchen making a sandwich which you had been craving for the past thirty minutes but you were too tired to even get up off the sofa to make it.

you were 7 months pregnant and even walking made you out of breath, it was like the baby was purposely kicking your rib cage just to make you more uncomfortable than you already were. you heard his footsteps walking toward the kitchen and smiled at him when he finally appeared.

he had been out in New York with Bella, doing random interviews which obviously didn't take long so they also went for lunch then here he was back home with you. he walked up to you and opened his arms wide for you to hug him. his left hand fell so he could gently place it on your stomach hoping that the baby would kick for him, which it almost always did.

a huge smile formed on his face when he held the strong kicks coming from the baby. he placed little kisses on your head as you cuddled yourself more into him. "how was your day sweetheart?" you snuggled into him further and sighed in contentment. "boring, couldn't move for ages because i was so tired. i was gonna start packing the hospital bag and do laundry but i couldn't get off the sofa"

"don't worry about the laundry baby, i'll do it later" he kissed your forehead again and tried to hold you as close as possible. "wanna go watch tv? i'll even let you pick" he said making you smile up at him. with a small nod of your head he lent in to kiss you for the first time that day he let go of you. you picked up the sandwich which had been forgotten on the kitchen counter and waddled your way back to the sofa.

after a few minutes of you scrolling through the different channels you felt the sofa dip beside you and Pedro's arm go around your shoulders pulling you carefully into his side. you felt his hand stroking your arms softly as you finally picked "Bridgerton" and finally let yourself relax in Pedro's hold, feeling the small pecks on your head throughout the show.

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"what do you think the baby is?" you asked as the comforting silence between the two of you filled the bedroom, the only thing that could be heard was the tv which you both weren't paying attention too. you had decided to keep the gender a secret until he/she was born and now you were growing closer and closer to them being here the nerves were growing and so was your curiosity.

Pedro looked down at you and smiled softly, he had thought about the baby every day and what it was going to look like, what the gender was, what it's first word would be, all the normal things a parent thought about. "i don't know but i hope it's a girl and i hope she looks exactly like you because you're beautiful" you smiled brightly and felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment.

"what if it's a boy?" you questioned, feeling Pedro's hand on your bump and the strong kicks coming from your baby who was still wide awake at this late hour for some reason. "then it's a boy, i'm still gonna love them whatever they are. but i do really hope that it's a girl. she'd be so cute. also all the names we have picked out are for girls so" you laughed, it was true, every single name you had were all girl names.

comfortable silence filled the room again and Pedro let his eyes fall onto the bed covers where your bump was. he just couldn't believe his baby was in there, growing beautifully. it was just the most perfect thing. "you are the most beautiful person i've ever seen." you looked up at him and saw him staring right at you, his eyes filled with adoration. your heart swelled as you listened to him.

"stop it" you said, turning your head so you could hide your blush which covered your cheeks. "i'm not kidding, you are so perfect. i love you" he said moving his head so he could place a few kisses on your cheek making you giggle as his beard tickled you. "can you come out with me tomorrow? want you to be at work with me. don't want you to be stuck in here all day by yourself" he let his head rest in your neck with his body just off to the side with his hand resting on your bump, again.

"i'll see how i am, they might keep me up all night and you know how i am when i'm tired" you kissed his head and felt kisses being placed on your neck. before you got pregnant you and tired just didn't mix well and it got even worse ever since you did get pregnant. you didn't mean to be mean but if you were tired you'd become snappy and annoyed very easily.

"god don't remind me" Pedro joked remembering how you snapped at him yesterday because he was just there, he didn't do anything wrong you were just tired and annoyed because the baby didn't let you sleep. "even though you snap at me i still love you so much. my favourite girl" he said, pulling his head out of your neck so he could kiss you. "yeah okay, i love you too" you said smiling at him.

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Pedro got up before you every single morning just so he knew you'd have your vitamins ready for when you did wake up. it was rare for him to be there when you woke up unless it was a quiet day and he didn't have to work until the afternoon which was when you'd usually go to work with him. it put his mind at ease when he knew you had all your parental vitamins next to you so you wouldn't forget to take them.

he would leave little love notes next to them just letting you know he loved you and that he was proud of you, even if you didn't do anything but sit around all day he was still proud, you were carrying a whole child inside of you and you were coping so well. if it took the stress of you remembering every morning and it made your life a little bit easier he would do it.

as well as love notes he'd send you messages throughout the day just checking in to see if you were alright and if you needed anything. he always made sure he wasn't too far away from the apartment just incase something did happen. today in particular you were in a lot of pain, your back was killing you and so was your legs, just walking around was hurting you.

you had decided to start packing the baby bag just in case something happened you'd be prepared. the baby was kicking constantly and you'd gotten hardly any sleep that night because of the kicking and you just wanted them to be here so you could have a somewhat decent sleep. Pedro always woke up if you shook him, he was the one who could sort of calm the baby down with his talking but sometimes nothing worked.

he would always help you get comfortable before he would rest his head just above your bump so he could whisper to the baby. "need to stop giving your mama a hard time, she needs sleep baby" he would leave little kisses on your bump which made his heart swell with love just because he knew his baby was in there 'responding' to him. "we love you angel but give your mama a break"

it wasn't very often he had to do that but the nights you'd be overly tired from the baby kicking you he would do anything to make you as comfortable as possible. carrying the baby was hard, it felt like you were lugging around a watermelon and it was sometimes so painful you couldn’t even get up to brush your hair. Pedro saw how difficult it was for you when he was home and when he wasn’t there he’d always send you texts saying ‘he was so proud of you’ and that ‘you were doing so well’, the messages, somehow, always made you feel better.

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it was late and Pedro was on his way home from filming. you were making dinner for the two of you and you were waiting for him to finally come home after a long day doing interviews. you had been craving your favourite pastry from the bakery which wasn’t too far away from your apartment all day. you had tried to get yourself ready but your feet were killing you and so was your back so getting there didn’t happen.

"y/n? i'm home love" you heard Pedro shout and then the door closing behind him. you turned to face the kitchen door and your heart melted once you saw the small bag with the bakery's logo on it. "i got this for you on the way home. i got there just in time, they were about to close" he said as he walked to you.

once he got to you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed a small kiss on his chest "how did you know i was craving something from there" you smiled, feeling his arms around you tighten slightly. "i guess i'm a psychic. i had a feeling" he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back before you pulled away, almost forgetting that you were cooking.

"how was today?" you said, your back facing Pedro as you focused on the food. "it was alright, wanted to be here with you though" he replied wrapping his arms around you from behind, making you smile and lean your head back against his shoulder.

"you look so beautiful, so so pretty" he whispered, kissing your cheek which was now a bright red shade. his hand was on your belly, rubbing it gently as your baby kicked. "you're so strong, carrying our baby. you're doing so well sweetheart. so perfect. i'm so lucky to have you" anytime Pedro saw you his heart swelled with love, you were carrying his baby and you looked so beautiful doing so. he couldn't wait for these last two months to pass because it meant he could finally meet your beautiful baby and he was so excited.

"you look so beautiful, so so pretty" he whispered, kissing your cheek which was now a bright red shade. his hand was on your belly, rubbing it gently as your baby kicked. "you're so strong, carrying our baby. you're doing so well sweetheart. so perfect. i'm so lucky to have you" anytime Pedro saw you his heart swelled with love, you were carrying his baby and you looked so beautiful doing so. he couldn't wait for these last two months to pass because it meant he could finally meet your beautiful baby and he was so excited.

"you look so beautiful, so so pretty" he whispered, kissing your cheek which was now a bright red shade. his hand was on your belly, rubbing it gently as your baby kicked. "you're so strong, carrying our baby. you're doing so well sweetheart. so perfect. i'm so lucky to have you" anytime Pedro saw you his heart swelled with love, you were carrying his baby and you looked so beautiful doing so. he couldn't wait for these last two months to pass because it meant he could finally meet your beautiful baby and he was so excited.

“y/n? i’m home love” you heard Pedro shout and then the door closing behind him. you turned to face the kitchen door and your heart melted once you saw the small bag with the bakery’s logo on it. “i got this for you on the way home. i got there just in time, they were about to close” he said as he walked to you.

once he got to you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed a small kiss on his chest “how did you know i was craving something from there” you smiled, feeling his arms around you tighten slightly. “i guess i’m a psychic. i had a feeling” he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back before you pulled away, almost forgetting that you were cooking.

“how was today?” you said, your back facing Pedro as you focused on the food. “it was alright, wanted to be here with you though” he replied wrapping his arms around you from behind, making you smile and lean your head back against his shoulder.

“you look so beautiful, so so pretty” he whispered, kissing your cheek which was now a bright red shade. his hand was on your belly, rubbing it gently as your baby kicked. “you’re so strong, carrying our baby. you’re doing so well sweetheart. so perfect. i’m so lucky to have you” anytime Pedro saw you his heart swelled with love, you were carrying his baby and you looked so beautiful doing so. he couldn’t wait for these last two months to pass because it meant he could finally meet your beautiful baby and he was so excited.

[spidergvven]

if i have to see one more pedantic fan analysis of the last of us that revolves entirely around the conviction that joel was 100% objectively right for saving ellie bc "the cure wasnt real" or "the fireflies didnt have the medical expertise to create a cure and would have killed ellie for nothing" or "there arent cures for fungal infections in the real world" im going to scream. why are all of you so allergic to genuinely morally complex stories. why do you have to compulsively strip away all conflict in a narrative so that your faves are always right and correct and good. your takes are boring. they make the story boring. its so much more vastly interesting if the cure is real and joel saves ellie anyway, dooming the world. its so much more interesting if we as the audience want joel to save ellie anyway, regardless of if it dooms the world. its so much more interesting to grapple with the moral and emotional conflict in the story and in ourselves instead of cowardly shying away from it.

[traumatizeddfox]

we seriously need to change the language when it comes to abuse. narc abuse does not exist. abusers can have mental disorders, triggers, or traumas but that does not mean people with the same disorder is abusive.

when i first realized i was abused i fell down the narcissistic abuse tiktok trail, i started to believe the only reason my ex was abusive was because he had NPD (he is diagnosed) but then after more of my own research, and conversations with people who are diagnosed with NPD, I realized that abusers are just abusers, and that a lot of people with this disorder are the ones being abused, ostracized from society and not taken serious.

The thing about abusers is they all share the same brain cell, which is why you can list off 10 things most abusers do and a lot of victims will relate. I get countless anons of victims telling me things their abusers did, and I can usually 8/10 times relate on some kind of level, because abusers, again literally only share one brain cell.

The issue with this is abuse has been almost synonymous with the word "narcissist". The amount of shit you see with "Narc abuse", when it's really just abuse. People making countless posts about "how to spot a narcissist, how to fix the narc", etc and I can guarantee you that not all of these abusers have NPD.

BUT we live in such a world of "what about me", so when people try to break the stigma of NPD, victims assume you're telling them they weren't abused. They mention x y z thing that their abuser did, they bring up their mother who maybe was one and maybe their abuser does have NPD, but then these same people want to scream about mental health awareness. They want to say that "Your disorder is not your story", or that everyone with a disorder deserves love, respect, therapy and help but once anyone with a disorder that isn't socially acceptable, it's as if these people turn a blind eye to anyone with a disorder that isn’t classified as worthy. No one is telling you to respect or love the piece of shit who abused you, hurt you, bullied you. Fuck that, but we HAVE to stop associating abuse with npd. if we want to make a change to mental health and the stigma, we need to do with all disorders.

People make these videos, blogs, books, posts, etc on narcissists like they arent...human. The stigma has turned anyone with cluster B personality disorders into something hideous, when really, most of these people are born this way, or deep rooted trauma. BUT when people hear this, they think its giving an excuse. No one is telling you that you have to love ur abuser who might be a narcissist, or that mental disorders = pass. No. Your abuser can have NPD, OCD, depression, etc and be a completely terrible person, and no one is giving them a pass. (Maybe some might but thats a completely different story.) but to just assume NPD = abuser and abuser = npd, is incredibly ableist, but people aren't ready for that one.

The way people talk about people with NPD like they are monsters, and ghouls waiting in the dark corners of the street, waiting to snatch their next victim (who they always describe as being an empath because these people think having empathy = being a good person, when most people aren't even empaths.) They like to romanticize their abuse as well. Talking about how narcissists spot victims who are so "kind, loving, wonderful, special." They try to make it this thing that it's not. Abusers do not abuse you because you are special. they abuse you because they are abusers. Your abuser is a piece of shit who deserves to die because they are an abuser. not because they have a disorder.

period.

[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 1, Match 2 BRING IT ON vs. AFTER PAIN

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for BRING IT ON:

"Reasons why Bring it On should win:

- Just by starting the song, the instrumentals are BANGER. Like his more rock style is very cool, even better than After Pain’s more mellow style - Arthur’s voice (Futa’s va) had bills due because have you HEARD his singing?? His raspier voice fits Futa so well - It feels so explosive and like a call to action in a sense, which very much matches Futa’s mentality during trial 1. He also wasn’t playing victim like a CERTAIN girl… (jk, love you mu!) - SAA HAJIMEYOU USOTSUKI KARIDA - UNDEAD HEROOOI YES SLAY KING HIS HIGH NOTE HERE IS HEAVENLY - His scream at the end. Oh my god. HE LITERALLY ATE THIS NOTE. AFTER PAIN COULD NEVER. BRING IT ON FTW 🔥🔥🔥" - His range goes WAAAAAY higher than Mu. She would end up like PHG if she even tried hitting any of his high notes in the last chorus /j

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- The vocals are amazing, those growls are so well done - You’re able to get Fuuta’s crime and motive pretty succinctly, only based on the visuals - But it still leaves a lot up to interpretation, like how he only attacked once in the final fight scene. It lead to some cool theories. - On that note, the game aspects are so cool!! Especially when paired with him going after people online, just good synergy with awesome style! - Fuuta’s scared face after he realizes what he did. The great contrast of other foes simply being knocked out then being met with blood splatter. - The tempo of the song changing with his mood is a really good touch as well. Make the song more chaotic which highlights his character traits well

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"propaganda for bring it on: the music FUCKS it genuinely slaps so hard listening to it. song style is incredible its perfect for fuutas personality and gamer vibes. also the way the mv frames everything as a game? the only time real blood and real gore happens being when killcheroy dies? the little details of all the usernames, the different monster designs, the generally distorted feel of everything being too lighthearted?

okay i could go on about the mv for hours but lets not. aside from that: the FEEL of the song!!! the vocals!!!! it really feels like fuuta putting his whole heart into it, into this point of view that both blows problems out of proportion and minimises them, and DEEPLY fucking up. my darling little hypocrite gamer boy twitter user. he makes his witch hunt genuinely sound like something that could sweep people up into it. also the instruments goddddd. the guitar and synth the bass and the drums the DRUMS. im relistening to it to write this propaganda and it keeps making me headbang when i should be writing. if you arent headbanging to bring it on you are LYING.

the way the lyrics are written is wonderful too!!!! they feel so brash and brave and powerful and like. cocky about it. and it fits PERFECTLY. its gets someone swept up into it and it FUCKS. vote bring it on im serious. lets go!! a victory march!! dan da dan!!"

Propaganda for AFTER PAIN:

"so here is why people should vote for AFTER PAIN !!"

Muu's vocals. Need I say more?

The bridge to it is absolutely wonderfully done, the way she softens her vocals to an almost creepy point is incredible

during the final chorus you can hear the desperation in her voice and it’s very well portrayed

The coloring in this music video were phenomenal

The overlapping vocals at the end of the song just have a really really nice effect

Its just a pure banger

In some parts of the song there’s the sound of a clock ticking in the background used as a sort of beatline… GENIUS??

Its just a banger

even with what we found out about Muu in her second trial, After Pain on its own portrayed bullying in a very realisitc and artistic way (from someone who deals with it regularly)

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"After pain propoganda: She just girlbossed too close to the sun and happened to be holding a knife at the time"

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"Gosh everything about After Pain... How can you NOT like it? It's literally such a good song and is very singable. The instrumentation is absolutely amazing and I've listened to it on loop so much."

[stevie-petey]

I have a blurb idea!! When Jonathan, Nancy , Joyce and will get back from the cabin and the kids fill everyone in on what happened while they were gone. Dustin would absolutely reenact Steve and Billy fighting and bug and Billy fighting. You can't tell me Dustin and the kids would be kinda proud that bug held her own against Billy for the most part. Jonathan hearing about bug protecting Steve from Billy and Steve protecting bug in the tunnels. Would Jonathan feel a little upset that bug doesn't need him to protect her anymore, that is Steve's job now?

i absolutely love this one omg yes i adore doing scenes with just steve n jon their friendship makes me <333

enjoy !

"wheres bug?"

steve and the kids are sweeping the floors, quiet and tired as the events from tonight finally settle upon them. when they hear jonathans question, they all stop what theyre doing. a dark look passes over steves bloodied and bruise face, a sight that only makes the ice within jonathans throat constrict tighter.

will is asleep in jonathans arms, and when no one answers his question his panic overwhelms him and he feels his grip on will lessen. "steve, wheres y/n?"

steve steps forward, understanding jonathans fear more than anyone else in this room. "shes okay, i promise."

"but where is she?"

"in your room, asleep. she... shes had a rough night." steve looks away, ashamed that he couldnt protect you.

"she got her ass kicked." dustin says blunty.

jonathans head spins. "what?"

joyce and nancy now walk in and quickly notice your absence. their own worry begins to rise. when mike sees nancy, he runs up to her and starts rattling off question after question about el, will, if she wants to see him, dustin, and lucas reenact you and steve fighting billy.

"you guys fought billy?" nancy exclaims, now stepping towards steve as well. she misses the way jonathans hands shake as he struggles to hold his brother. hes terrified. if you fought billy, why arent you here right now to brag about how you won? did he hurt you? did jonathan send you back to the hospital again?

its joyce who sees her sons panic. she gently grabs will from her oldest and kisses his cheek. her voice is low so that no one else hears. while steve understands jonathans fear for your safety, joyce understands his love for you. "shes strong. she'll be okay."

they leave and dustin and the boys jump into their reenactment of the fight. mike pretends to be billy while dustin is you and lucas is steve. they jump on one another, scream and throw plates, and when dustin jumps onto mikes back as he has lucas on the ground, something in jonathans stomach twists.

"y/n totally saved steves ass!" dustin whoops as he rides around mikes back.

nancy and jonathan look over to steve, who has been quiet the entire time, and when he catches their eye he lets out a soft chuckle and shrugs. "she did. seems we cant stop saving each other."

jonathan frowns, about to ask what he means by that, but then mike starts choking dustin and dustin pretends to faint and once again his head spins.

"did billy..." nancy turns to steve, terrified as well. she places a hand against her own neck, stroking at the skin tenderly. she cant imagine what youve gone through tonight, and jonathan just shakes his head.

"he did." steves voice is hard.

dustin now pretends to stab mike, who crumples to the floor. "and then she stabbed the creep!"

"y/n held her own," mike admits, impressed.

"shes my hero," steve quips, though his heart isnt entirely in it. his heart is in the next room, where it lays besides you in jonathans bed as you sleep.

lucas, who is still on the floor as he pretends to be a knocked out steve, holds a finger up. "didnt you then save her in the tunnels?"

"you took her to the tunnels?" jonathan faces steve feels an anger that was once so familiar to him now rise. after everything you went through tonight, why would steve allow you to further push yourself?

the teen sighs. he understands jonathans anger, but theres so much that he will never understand when it comes to you and steve. the debt you owe one another, the trust that is there to always have each others back, no questions asked. "we both know theres no stopping her when shes made up her mind. all i could do was make sure she was safe."

"which he did." dustin adds, sending jonathan a pointed look.

he deflates, now suddenly embarrassed for his outburst. he knows steve is right. when it comes to the ones you love, theres no stopping you. sometimes hes afraid youll die protecting everyone else.

the thought is an unpleasant one, and jonathan castes it out of his head. what matters now is that youre only a room away from him, asleep and safe and alive. you will have new scars, new bruises and wounds to heal, but youre alive, and he'll be right next to you once more. jonathan may not have been there tonight, and he might not ever be the one to protect you again, but he knows he will always be by your side as you recover and heal and move on.

hes been by your side he was he twelve and the only thing that scared you was the creaking of floorboards.

now hes seventeen and you fear much more than shadows.

youre not jonathans anymore to protect, not really, but you will always be his to watch over. he'll always be there to walk you home, and he knows youll always do the same for him. youll always remind each other of who you are, where you belong. lines and strings and all.

"so, you really saved y/n's life again?" jonathan asks steve, silently extending this admission as a peace offering.

steve shrugs once more, his face flushed. he feels the shift again, he can see the olive branch that jonathan presents him, and steve never thought he would get here. to be worthy of this, to have your safety in his hands and jonathans acceptance. "i owed her."

jonathan laughs, and steve finally understands why the boy is your closest friend. jonathan byers is a lot of things, but hes loyal above all else, and steve knows that he he understands you better than anyone else with such few words.

nancy takes mike home, steve offers to drive dustin and lucas, and slowly the house empties. as steve exits the door, he lingers for a second, before he takes a deep breath. "hey, jonathan."

he turns. "yeah?"

"go see her, she could really use you right now... she'll always need you."

jonathan smiles. "thank you."

they both know that hes thanking steve for so much more than encouraging him to go to you.

neither of them acknowledge it again. they dont need to.

[braimrotting]

screaming crying phils stream today was so good.

i love death family with all my heart and the dynamics at play. the absolute soulread when i said that "hes like paranoid in the opposite way that bad is. bad prepares for every possibly situation and makes sure he has every item for it while phil just ensures he never faces bad situations." phil literally talked about this!!!!! he may not be the richest or strongest but he is the most cautious undeniably. AND its completely reasonable! my heart broke when he asked if he was a bad dad cause no!!!! u arent!!!!

phil takes care of 2 eggs practically single handedly and has full responsibility over them. it isnt like babysitting where at the end of the day theres another parent there. despiter this theres also the feeling of guilt that if either of them die he will be letting down missa/wil. so much pressure its no surprise hes so reclusive + hardcore experience makes him more careful than most too. above all he is a SURVIVALIST!

the little insight into chayannes character was so <3333 light of my life, baby boy, cutie patootie. hes soooo phils boy like, theres a thirst for adventure but danger is only so fun. theres a sense of security and stability which is so unique to this family which becomes more obvious when taken away from that environment. THIS IS NOT SAYING THAT THE OTHER FAMILYS ARE BAD! theres just different stability either from riches, preparation or simply more parents. thats THEIR safety net for danger.

the babies understand phils mindset bc they communicate!!!! god i love communication. they understand that they dont have the same freedom as say richas but they completely get it. longterm safety > momentary fun. it sounds bad saying it like that but the eggs dont really care bc they love! this paranoia kept them alive so far and they still have their slice of life moments. i think these 2 have their armour on the most out of any egg and while phil does sometimes remind them to put it on its so rare that they voluntarily take it off outside the bunker.

also! why tf did the code take pictures of phils base? my memory is kinda shit but i swear the code only took pictures of ninho and not peoples actual bases. should we be lookin into that or was it just supposed to lure phil out of his bunker (cause tbh you have to pry that guy away from the safety of his home). anyways if phils base was the only one that the code took pic of excluding ninho.... thats incredibly concerning. if i remember correctly phils base was the first one to be fully reinforced (i think it was actually illegal but the admins were like meh whatever) idk if it has something to do w that or maybe its because chay +lullah homes are more the bunker than ninho? idk youd think it would take pics of like bads base then too. just seemed strange to me

this was such a ramble i just adore family dynamics and phil is shoving them down my throat. i would love if he joined with the lore but his choice i just feel like hes seen a lot that could be relevant + has pretty good theories.

[yoursweetinoccentdreams]

Swollen |Tengen x wives x fem pregnant reader nsfw 18+|

Warnings!: Female Recieving, BDSM, maiesiophilia, (Pregnancy sex), Polygamorous, 5some, pet names, aftercare.

Pairings!: Tengen Uzui, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma, fem reader

"Suma! you arent cutting the green onion's right!" Makio screams at Suma "IM TRYING MY HARDEST! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME MAKING UDON!" Suma starts to sob. "WELL YOU AREN'T TRYING HARD ENOUGH!" Makio claps back as they start arguing Hinatsuru is trying her hardest to calm the two females down."Hey!, what are you two arguing about now? i asked you to do one simple job and you are arguing at 9 in the morning quiet down, Y/N needs alot of rest to prepare for this baby soon!" Tengen says peeking his head out the door of the shared bedroom. "...Sorry Lord Tengen" Makio apologizes glaring at Suma who is still quietly sobbing.

Y/N's Pov: I groan as i feel the baby kick harshly, i put my hand across my swollen tummy rubbing it in circles. Tengen climbs back in bed behind me putting his hand on top of mine. "How is he doing?" Tengen asks peckering kisses on my shoulder. "He's doing good i felt him kick a couple of times" I smile brightly at him. "Thats good, are those pain killers that shinobu gave you working?" I nod. "What smells so good in the kitchen?" I ask "Let's just say our wonderful wives are making you a flamboyant breakfast!" he says in empathy.

"Awe you guys didnt have too... I love you guys." I say, " You know.. ever since I got you pregnant not only has your stomach swollen but so are your tits too, do you think your lactating? he asks in question, "Hmm I don't know you usually lactate in your 2nd trimester in the first couple of weeks,im pretty sure im in my 1st. Tengen hums in conclusion only to look up at Makio Suma and Hinatsuru walking in the door with a bowl of perfectly made Udon.

"Goodmorning mama" Makio says setting the bowl of Udon infront of me with a breakfast in bed tray. "Hello my dears! what's this?" I ask tilting my head to the side slightly. It's for you! Tengen says with a beaming "flamboyant" smile, "Thank you my loves! You really didnt have too.." I say as i start to tear up. "HAH?! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!!!" All the girls yell hopping into bed beside me, "Im sorry it's just that i dont want to be a burden to you guys I-" "SAY NO MORE!" Tengen yells smiling at me reassuringly, He kisses me to get me to stop talking.

Tengen smiles at me, "Dont say that about yourself, you arent a burden to neither of us we love you and the child you are carrying, truly it's a blessing from god himself. " He kisses my cheek, "I love you all thank you so much i couldnt thank you enough." I say as tears are still falling from my rosy cheeks, i feel Suma patting my stomach to soothe me. "Still crying hm?" Tengen asks, "Do we have to show you how much we love you?" Tengen says looking at all of us. "Huh!?" I yelp as im lifted by 2 very strong arms.

"But Tengen the baby... "I say looking at Suma and Hinatsuru's hand rubbing my tummy. "Yknow.. I heard if you have sex during pregnancy it could help you be prepared for contractions and even during birth~." He coo's. "...Okay but be as gentle as you can for my sake and the baby's." Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru look at eachother smirking already knowing what to do. Tengen flips me on my back my legs at the edge of the bed, while Suma and Makio pin my arms back above my head, While Hinatsuru starts massaging my swollen tits through my shirt in a circular motion.

"Hina.. " I whimper wincing at the pain as it starts to fade away. Tengen and Hina work together to take my shirt and bra off. The cold air brushes up against my nipples making them harden, Tengen leans down to take my pjama pants and panties off. "I'll be gentle okay?, just let me know if it hurts too much mkay?" "Okay.." I say biting the tip of my finger nervously. Makio kisses me to distract me from seeing Tengen pull his boxers down. His cock springs up already hard from earliers actions, he aligns his cock with my entrance ready to push the tip in, "You ready baby? ill make sure im gentle princess." I nod breathing in and out slowly bracing my self for me to take his length, he pushes his cock into me slowly looking at my face for extreme discomfort.

"You're doing so good for us" Suma reassures me, as he pushes further in I grip Makio and Suma's arms to squeeze as i feel him stretching me open. "mmmm.. fuck" I whimper, "Good girl... taking me so well, i love to see you swollen with my seed my love." He grabs my tummy lightly pushing himself further into me, he groans due to the tightness of my heat. Hina whispers sweet nothings in my ear as she kisses my neck and shoulders to take my mind off the pain. Suma takes her panties off and climbs over me straddling my face as she gently sits on it. I grip her thighs as i flick her clit with my tongue roughly causing her to moan. "Y-y/n!" Suma whimpers, Makio still holding my hands as she kisses suma's neck. "Im gonna move okay?" Tengen says, "Okay.." I look at him deeply into his eyes as he kisses me to let me know i can trust him.

"F-fuck!.. so tight... gonna fill you with my seed.. and get you pregnant with even more of my flamboyant babies.." We both moan as i squeeze makio and Hinatsuru's hand more. "Tengen!.. S-shit!" I groan as i feel him throb inside of me. I continue licking and sucking on Suma's clit as she moans covering her mouth to keep herself from being loud.. considering Tanjiro and his squad are next door. Tengen thrusts upward into my walls as hes searching for my G-spot that will make me cum instantly. "Tengen!, Suma!" I scream as Suma arches her back reaching to rub my clit in circular motions quickly, Tegen repeatedly thrusts his cock in my walls as cum starts to form around the base of Tengen's cock continued with a loud squelching sound of my pussy being rammed into. "Ahh fuck!, im gonna cum!" I yell as Suma squirts all over my face and the sheet's "Y/N!!!!" Suma yells through her orgasm as she starts to cry in pleasure.

"FUCK Y/N! your gonna make me cum" Tengen warns as he starts to pound into me still making sure not to reach into my womb. "IM CUMMING!!" I yell as he thrusts 3 more times and a mix of cum and squirt fly everywhere due to Makio And Suma Rubbing my clit. "Good fucking girl, cum on me just like that, fuck im cumming~.." Tengen says as he cums inside of me.

I lay on the bed panting hard as Tengen carries me to our private onsen and runs hot water and puts us all in robes to soak in he puts bubbles in the filter, Suma Makio and Hina following not far behind coming to join me. We all lay in the shallow part of the onsen so i can sit down and rest. "Y/N! Shinobu is here for your daily checkup! Hina yells . "Hey mama! how are you How is sons name?" Shinobu comes in with open arms hugging me, "Im doing good and sons name is too! hes been kicking alot lately." "Great! that is a good sign, sounds like hes healthy but let me check to just make sure!" She says.

She takes my blood pressure and listens to me and the babies heart. "He sounds really healthy he has a strong pumping heart too!" "Great! and i think we all know where he gets that from" I look at Tengen as he chuckles lightly looking proudly back at me.

"Okay! thats all you guys! have fun!" She says before leaving. After a while we all get out and Tengen helps me put a nightgown on so i can be comfortable, Makio reheats all of our Udon as she brings it over to the couch to watch a movie as we all fall asleep on Tengen sleeping soundly. He carries all of us to the bed me and then the rest of the girls. As we all lay on him Suma snoring Makio all over Suma probably arguing at eachother in their dreams. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I finished this at 1:03 AM.. Pt:2?

[koszmarnybudyn]

Here's a long poem about the teens, and growing up and about a lot of things, its called "You have to kill god"

You and your besties need to kill god, maybe you were always destined to, fate is such a picky woman after all, you didnt ask for it, there should have been better options, maybe there were, older, stronger wiser, but there all useless now. You didn't want to kill god, not untill you were in highschool, not untill you saw the incocent die, not untill you saw the ones in power as corrupt, your kindegarden teacher smiled so wide as those kids grew up much faster than they should, oh so wide, you did too you think, the clothes from a few weeks ago dont fit anymore, the photos on the walls feel fake, you shouldnt look so young, it doesnt feel like you, but it is, youve changed, it hurts, and isnt that the thing that comes for us all, after all youve seen death, you know heaven and you know hell and you know they are both shells of what they told you, both run by incompetent assholes, so you have to kill god, there is no debate. The mayor died, i guess nurture failed after all, youve been destined to be what you are, and what you are is nothing, the blood you have has always dragged you here, the first hands to hold you were the ones to burn those marks into your soul, do you have a soul? You share one, so you must, but maybe you dont maybe you are as hollow as you feel, he didn't, do you even remember him? You never did. hes back, he is going to die, he said he loved you, you dont think he lied, but youve been wrong about many things. You know this one, you have to kill god, he never hugged you enough, he wasnt there enough, will you be the same? Will your hands also hurt more than they create, will the act of creation be something worse than that of destroying. Will your children ever forgive you, will you love them enough? You were never enough, they never liked you, you now know there is a diffrence. It hurts, it always hurts. You have to kill god, they were suppose to do it, they failed, they always fail, dont you always fail as well? You tried so so hard, you studied, you learned you listened, it wasnt enough, its stupid, its like soooo stupid, you shouldnt care, youre cool like that, you still care. You always cared, more than you should have. You have to kill god, hes stupid, he tried to be like you, well he pretended to be, you belived him, you freed him, he lied. They voted for him, he was beloved, your mom loves him, your dad loves him, you never got the hype, maybe you tried it, they spoke so highly of him, in his nice suit and with his firm handshake, with his perfect smile, he nearly got you and your friends arrested, he nearly got you killed, he made the public hate you, you were never safe, were you ever safe? Is anyone ever safe? You dont know, you wish you did, you wish for so many things. That's youth isnt it, being foolish and dumb and trusting people you shouldnt, maybe all adults suck, maybe they all want to see you fail so they can scream about your generation as you crawl up clifs they made by destroying bridges their parents built. Maybe all life is a battle, you were too young to know anything else, they were always fighting, they didnt rest they sacrificed everything, you should be greatful why arent you greatful!! You are so disrespectful!!

...Why dont we talk anymore? You used to be so small, and life was simple, and now with the strechmarks and the too short tshirts came the difficult, there came the power the independance, the knowledge, but you still know nothing, how can you be so dumb. You used to be soooo smart, maybe the world got dumber, the adults seem to, they dont get it, you have to kill god and then theres homework and the extracuricullums and well you gotta sleep sometime so no sorry can't hang out schedules pretty tight sorry guys maybe next month. You know they didnt require seatbellts in cars once? The world got safer, simpler, so why arent you? Why are you still fighting, you should be at the club, sonics maybe, sneaking alcohol into parties, trying vaping, dancing to shitty pop songs, but you arent, you maybe never will, will you even go back to highschool, its probablly ash now, rubble maybe, youve been absent for months, dad talkes about going to sleepovers, the one you did ended in a double kiddnapping. You dont know what youll do in the future, will you have a future? After you kill god maybe, youll go to school, collage, get a job act like everythings normal, carry on, smile, act like the scars you have are from fireworks or dumb accidents, not enemies and spells. You have to kill god, you dont know how, youll have to figure it out, yoy always do, they never gave instuctions for this stuff. You have to kill god, and maybe its not alright, and maybe it never will, but you are trying and you are here with your besties so maybe you can do it, this once.

[lemon-wedges]

Seeing your recent work made me curious as to how you pick your colors? I always feel like mine are too flat.

oh man, COLORS. my angel.....and my devil......

ok im going to try and figure out how to break down my thinking process

i guess the first question is. what do you want your art to feel like? i dont say "look like" cause sometimes i fall into the trap of obsessing over a painting being one for one PERFECT while "feel like" helps me think about atmosphere

heres a some paintings with a few of the inpso color palletes i wanted them to "feel" like

Heres an example of how i would give myself a jumping off point.

In this homumiko painting i started off by thinking about how i wanted something that feels like a Jules Chéret poster.

Now the next question is. What are the rules to these set of paintings?

the use of pure primary colors, blue tends to be in the bg while yellow and red are the focal point

for this i wanted only the red dress to be the focal point with yellows being a less saturated and blue still being the bg. this means since herlock is the focal point mikotoba has to be muted. but i wanted to tie him and herlock together so made the flower in his hair the same color as the dress

Meanwhile my lastest otacon is a bit more complicated cause now we're dealing with lighting but again,

what are the rules to this set of nature paintings?

shadow areas are bluer

places where light hits the main figure will be an intense yellow

skin will be redder with darker areas being saturated red/brown and areas closer to the light source start skewing towards yellow

this is when we start getting into color theory and THAT is a whole nother can of worms. but its extremely helpful when trying to figure out how to add colors that arent in the inspo you picked out or figuring out what the FUCK is happing in pieces like this

those patches of purples in this are just a very specific type of red/orange grey tones matched in a way to make it feel like its blue. IT MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM

i actually tried to attempt to figure it out while working on my pin up ryuu piece......

anyways.....i think im off track now....

i hope that helped a little? I tend to stick to late 1800s/early 1900s art cause thats just my personal preference. so the colors im gonna pick are gonna limited a very specific way (if ur into history its really fun breaking down why certain colors appear in certain time periods and how styles evolved as more paints became readily available. or painting for portraits vs painting for mass printing vs painting for animated movies affects an artists pallete. or maybe u dont give a shit? in that case...ignore this....)

[f4y3w00d5]

Vent post

About my mother mainly, but what did you expect, honestly? Its nearly always her.

So i was out at a sleepover last night and coincidentally didnt get much sleep. When i dont get much sleep im irritable and mum yells about that. On top of this, i had ideas for my story, so i went and wrote that for a bit. Mum went out so i stopped to look after Rose. Then i had a nap. She said i had been online 'all day'. 2 hours is nowhere near all day. Then she proceeds to scream at me for not spending time with her when we both fucking know thatd end with me being irritable and her yelling at me more. Then she proceeds to try and guilt me into spending more time with her. Like what the fuck, woman??? Thats emotional manipulation, and a form of psychological abuse!!! Anyways, i was forced off the laptop. And then right after yelling at me she was all like 'why dont you come out here with us?' and its like because im overstimulated and itll end with more yelling??? And shes about to go out anyway. Then she yelled more anyway!!! Said Dad would be home soon and id spend time with him - i wouldnt have said anything more than i said to her (basically what we did at the sleepover) - and its like what???

Anyways, because i was severely overstimulated and close to tears and shed taken away my coping mechanism (writing my story or my plant shit, both on the laptop) i asked to do the other thing i do to calm down, cheer up (go for a walk) and she was like 'no!!! Im about to go out!!!' and me being sleep deprived and overstimulated had forgotten that. Anyways i retreat back to my room and she follows me to be like 'Oh and when youre not spending enough time with us you want to go out?!? Spend LESS time with us?' and its like 'YEAH YOURE YELLING AT ME AND OVERSTIMULATING ME AND WONT LET ME CLOSE MY DOOR WHEN ITS LOUD WHICH MAKES IT WORSE' except of course i didnt say that cos she woulda screamed at me more and then she got angry at me for going on top of my bed which is my safe space and im nearly fucking crying becayse ITS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT I CANT COPE WITH THIS SHIT!!! SHE SAYS SHE UNDERSTANDS BUT SHE DOESNT!!!

And then fucking on top of this ive already had such an emotional day!!! Its so draining!!! Friends nearly dying and then i started falling into a panic attack and spiralling and all the stuff where i barely eat and oh fucking gods im a failure arent i?

[jacaerysgf]

Hi can you do a Chad request? You can pick the plot!

Summary | You suffer from terrible nightmares and there's only one guy who can make you feel better.

Warnings | ex’s to lovers, fluff, comfort, short fic, not proofread

You had been suffering from terrible nightmares for a long time. Whenever you had one chad would stay up with you and hold you whispering comforting words until you fell asleep. Eventually whenever you would sleep next to Chad the nightmares had stopped completely, you finding complete comfort in him.

You and Chad had broken up about two weeks ago due to your own insecurity, he deserved somebody better, somebody that wasn't you. When you broke it off over text he spammed you and called you begging to talk to you but you never answered, opting to block him.

The nightmares had returned since you hadn't been sleeping with Chad and it sucked so bad but you couldn't admit that to him.

You avoided him in the halls when he looked at you and you cut contact from mindy, his sister, who was more than eager to question you in his stead. You had told anika to ignore him when he would come knocking on the door only for her to give you a sad look and shoo him away.

Its now the middle of the night, you're currently having a nightmare. It's awful the worst one you've had since before chad. You rush awake out of breath and screaming, seeing a figure sitting on the bed only makes it worse as you try to rush away hands grab your arms. You try to shake away before you hear his voice, “It's me, its chad its me baby its me.”

Your body unconsciously settles at the sound of his voice but you still cant seem to calm down, thrashing about and trying to shake him away.

“its me look at me baby its me.” he grabs your face and looks you dead in the eyes. Your face softens seeing him. You feel a rush of emotions as you stare into his kind eyes ones you havent seen in awhile.

He’s basically straddling you, attempting to bring you back down the way he always did, looking you dead in the eyes and placing one of your hands on his heart so you could feel it beat.

“its me.”

You finally settle down after a couple moments, “thank you…..” Your voice is hoarse and you look down awkwardly. A voice in your head reminds you that you two arent together anymore and you lean back away from him, well you cant really since he is basically sitting on you.

he frowns, “are you alright?”

You nod and dont look up at him.

“what are you doing here?”

He shifts slightly almost awkwardly, “anika called. She told me that you were having a really bad nightmare. She actually mentioned you had been having nightmares for awhile….” that traitor. “why didn't you mention it to me?”

“why wouldnt i? we arent together……”

You trail off not wanting to say it. he sighs, you can almost feel him frown.

“i know…. but i care about you. i- i dont want you to suffer alone. i told you i would always help you with these things.”

His comforting words lead your eyes to fill with tears. This was the guy you fell in love with and still loved.

you sob and he immediately wraps his arms around you bringing your head into his neck, “its okay, im here.” he rubs you back and you move closer to him. “ive missed you.”

He wrpas his arms tighter, you can feel his breath on your ear, “so have i. so much.”

he holds you for a couple more moments before he speaks again.

“can i ask you something? you never told me why we broke up, not that i need an explanation but did i do something wrong? if i did let me apologize i wanted, no i want us to work.”

“you deserve someone better than me-” too quickly he pulls back and looks you in the eyes. you suddenly feel embarrassed and attempt to hide your face but he doesn't let you, “what?”

“chad-” “you cant be serious right now.” you groan, “chad look i-” “nope im not accepting this, do you still love me?” “chad-” “do. you. still. love. me.”

you dont answer him and he sighs, “baby, you are the most beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, smart, funny and amazing person in the world. Theres no one better than you for me and ill spent forever proving it to you.”

He wipes the tears falling from your eyes and you nod, “i do im sorry im sorry i love you.”

he shushes you as he kisses your tears away, “its okay baby i love you more.”

he leans you down and gets you comfortable on the bed and cuddles you, “we’ll talk about it more in the morning, right now you need to sleep.”

as you drift off you fear you'll have a nightmare but with chad by your side you fall asleep soundly for the first time in weeks.

[haet-sal]

Imagine juyeon being your control freak boyfriend who feels like he needs to have a control of everything you do.

So when you be a brat and don’t listen to him:

You guys were going to go out for dinner and he told you to wear a short black dress to wear which was really really pretty but you were not in the mood to wear a dress so you came out wearing a pastel colour top with a cardigan on top and ripped jeans.

Seeing what you were wearing Juyeon got pissed and told you to go and wear the dress but you did not listen to him and you both started arguing.

Getting enough of what you were doing Juyeon dragged you inside your bedroom and fucked you till you passed out of exhaustion-

Very controlling capricorn man. Smut under the cut

Spanking + cl*t play + blowjob implied

Juyeon was already thinking of you, anyway, all that pretty skin. In the little dress he'd picked out for you, your pretty lithe little thighs would be on display. He was waiting for everyone to stare, knowing they could never have you, and then coming back home to suck hickeys everywhere on every soft wielding surface while you moaned your heart out. Juyeon~

When he'd bought the dress for you, he'd been so jittery, shaking his leg as you tried it on. "Give me a twirl." It was a command, not a request. You ended up on my lap, the back of your thighs feeling up his growing erection, at the end of it. He wasn't ripping the dress off you though—it wasnt time yet.

For the dinner he wanted you to wear it again. His pretty baby, the girlfriend he would show off—it was the celebration of a friend of a friend, he wasnt really well acquainted, and you didn’t even know them. All you had to do was show up in the little black dress and then everytime his hands snaked around your torso, hands rubbing your nipples through the fabric, shrouded in candlelight shadows, all you had to do was be quiet.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, short and curt. "it’s a evening-dress thing."

You frowned. "Hey, it’s cute to dress down—don’t tell me you’re a fashion cop now."

“Not. Jeans. To a dinner,” he says.

You sighed. You knew Juyeon was expensive, high maintenance, the kind of guy you please to keep, but this was just too controlling. Hes too set in his ways; any other boyfriend would just say you look cute. You deserved that much, didn’t you?

“I think I’m wearing this,” you say decisively.

“You're doing this to piss me off, arent you?” He cupped your face in one hand, his own close to your ears. “You wanna get punished that badly?”

You open your mouth to retort that no, you really didn’t care about what he thinks all that much-but Juyeon takes your open mouth into a fierce kiss, tongue in your mouth so violently invasive.

“Ju—”

He pushed you back by the shoulders back into the bedroom, holding you bent over the bed. "you’re going to change," he says, although you both know you wouldn't. "Fine."

You thought he would just fuck you from behind, bent over the bed, but once the jeans are around your ankles, the flat palm of his giant hands meet your ass in a loud sound, and a sharp pain. You don’t scream, you moan in surprise.

That's the perfect sound, and Juyeon brings his palm to your ass again, going a few more until he goes: “we werent counting. We go from one. Until 20, understand?”

“this is why I liked that little dress better,” he says, hands and tone almost too calm. “your ass is perfect to reach in them.” You kick the last off your jeans off and away from you, almost too receptive to punishment.

Juyeon pulls your panties just so the fabric catches on your clit and you moan. "Juyeon~" that's exactly what he wanted to hear. His finger toyed with your hot little button, almost like he was tickling you, until his thumb catches exactly where it is, and rubs it. You bury your head into the mattress and moan. "Ah, don’t stop-Ah!"

Juyeon spanked you finally again, and you’re dumbfounded for a bit.

"didn’t I tell you to count? We'll go again."

The next time his hand meets your ass, you scream, "one!" And "two!" But your clit feels so needy, his thumb was just there and then it wasn't. You try to rub against the bed to get off, which annoys him endlessly.

"Stop fucking squirming," he commands. When you do it again, just trying to cuddle into the soft mattress, he pulls you back by the shoulders, making you kneel on the floor. "Obviously you aren't a very good girl, are you?"

Already wet, the sound of his leather belt sliding through the loops coming off makes your cunt drip. You just stare up at him open-mouthed. "Yeah, you were always a little blow queen, dumb slut." He sighs as he takes his cock out of his underwear, half considerate of his expensive dress-shirt that he did not want to get stained. But he didn’t really care anymore—this was the best outcome this night could have, although he wouldnt readily admit it.

"If you can’t be a good girl, you should be a good little toy," he says, patting your head. You inch closer to his crotch, where he was holding himself, giant fingers rubbing over the head. "You ready to learn?"

[ceasarslegion]

Ive made my stance on oppenheimer discourse very clear but one detail of it that really bothers me is the "movies about sad white men are always bad" attitude, and i didnt really know why until i was able to sit down and parse it out.

Here's the thing. I have a film degree, I've spent more time in movie theaters than I have sleeping and I've easily seen more films and shows than all of my peers combined. Which isn't a flex btw, I'm a little hermit who prefers the warm embrace of a cinema seat to human connection and is the most annoying mfer imaginable during family movie night; don't be like me.

But I know hollywood, I know cinema history, and I know the legitimate frustration this attitude comes from. Hollywood doesn't like to take risks, they have to historically be dragged kicking and screaming into any territory that isn't a guaranteed profit, which usually means that we get periods of stagnation where every film is the same goddamn formula over and over again until audiences get sick of it and stop buying tickets en masse. Hollywood also tends to reflect the dominant culture and the sociopolitical issues of the time, but not SOOO much that you'd rock the boat. As an exec, you wanna hit that sweet spot where audiences relate to your films without them being so blatant that they'd cause them to question things that weren't acceptable to question. Noir was a picture-perfect example of that.

And in the modern day, that DOES tend to translate into the weird genre of Sad White Man Who Regrets Killing Foreigners movies. Like American Sniper. But I've seen American Sniper, so I can speak on how lowkey disturbing I found it, and the history it's based in and the goals it had as an art piece were to make you sympathize with a system of corruption. And here's my unpopular opinion: if done RIGHT, those films still have a place within the cinematic sphere of influence, like if you made a film exploring the psyche and experiences of what leads a man to willingly participate in a system like that, but that's not really what it was.

Now let's move onto Oppenheimer and other films like it. I don't think these films are at ALL equivalent to films like American Sniper, even if they follow a sad white man who regrets killing foreigners. You are looking at the bare bones surface level of it and assuming its contents both real world and dramatized and judging it based on that instead of the, well, actual film.

One of the biggest differences here is that Oppenheimer WAS an important historical figure just, objectively. Even removing all western racial influence from the equation, you can not look me in the eyes and tell me that the man who invented the atomic bomb in the middle of the largest world war of modern history was not an important historical figure. If you try to make THAT argument just based on the sad white man-ness of him, I'm sorry but your point is already moot, because it's not based in historical fact anymore but your own personal subjective feelings. He IS an important historical figure, he's not soldier number 648 in the middle of a massive battlefield who followed other peoples orders.

And also to be completely honest, you are a huge fucking liar if you try to claim that people like Dr. Oppenheimer are not interesting. Flawed people who make flawed decisions with complicated variables are what make for good fiction, so when one exists in the historical record, of course they are going to interest people. They are going to be studied and interviewed if they're still alive and have their entire lives and every word they said picked apart and analyzed because they are interesting. You are straight up lying if you try to act like these people arent interesting enough on their own to have media made about them, regardless of what identity they had that fits into the opposing side of the 21st centure culture wars. This attitude reminds me a lot of the people who claim that the only reason anybody could find true crime interesting is because they MUST want to fuck jeffrey dahmer or whatever. The argument just doesnt hold up because all it takes is one person going "thats not what i find interesting about them" to collapse that entire absolutist argument.

So yes, hollywood absolutely has a racism and war glorification issue. But I take issue when these accusations are just made blindly against any historical dramatization based on nothing but the poster. If you're going to talk about hollywoods sad white men issue, at least make sure the films youre citing actually fit that bill AND that you actually understand whats WRONG with those sad white men movies, because its not just the presence of a sad white male protagonist, its a conglomerate of various sociopolitical issues that must be present within those characters and what they represent.

[emptyrabbithole]

thinking about having two older siblings, a sister and a brother. i come out to them as trans at a young age and they fully accept and love me. years go by and they start getting closer and closer, and more protective over me. every time i get into a relationship, they get a little more possessive, always having something to say about it. over time as they get consumed with jealousy, and fear that i may lose my virginity, they start to create a plan. a day or two later, i announce im going to meet my partner in just a week! they appear to be so excited for me, which caught me off guard. they usually never like hearing about my partners. but i soon find out why they were so excited. and just one night after this announcement, they decided to put their plan into action. and it couldnt be more perfect, our mom and dad had gone out of town for a concert and wouldnt be back until sometime in the early morning, so there wouldnt be much of a risk for the two to take advantage of me. my siblings slowly sneak into my room around 1 in the morning, using their phones to light the way. at this point im fast asleep, my back turned to the door so i wouldn't even see it. they each get on either side of my surprisingly large bed and start climbing into. my sister takes the side facing me, and my brother climbs in behind. it almost immediately wakes me up and im greeted by my sisters smiling face. "good morning, ozzie" her soft voice follows, resting her hand on my face.

my brother then pushes himself up against me, wrapping his hands around my body and immediately starts groping me. i let out a gasp, and start trying to get up but am unsuccessful, he grips me tighter and shoves his hands in my shorts. "shhhhh, no, no, stay here, baby boy" my sister hums, pushing my shoulder down. at this point im slowly waking up and realizing whats happening. "what are you doing-? get off me-!" i try once again, pushing my siblings away. but instead this just angers my brother. in my struggle, he ends up dragging me to the floor, slamming me down under him and starts ripping my clothes off. my sister hushes him from making any more concerning slams since there are still neighbors as she gets off the bed to go close and lock my door.

at this point ive began crying and screaming for them to get off me, my brother does his best to keep me quiet, but on top of keep me on the floor and removing my clothes he was having a hard time. my sister then moves over, shoving her underwear in my mouth and decides to sit in front of me. my brother aggressively flips me on my back, and hands my arms to my sister, she grabs them and holds them up over my head so my brother can get to work.

"calm down little man" he huffs, out of breath from my struggle. "we're doing this because we care about you" he adds, sliding my shorts and underwear off, then flipping my shirt above my chest to show my tits.

"mhmmm, we love you so much, my pretty boy" my sister nods. " and we couldnt stand the thought of someone getting to touch you before us.."

while my sister is talking, ny britherhas my legs above his shoulders, licking my pussy and tongue fucking me. but not for too long, noticing how already so wet i am. he glides his fingers over my pussy to show my sister how aroused ive gotten. they both laugh at me, teasing me about how disgusting i am for enjoying my siblings raping me. my brother wastes absolutely no time, he gets up and positions himself in front of my dripping wet pussy, rubbing himself agasint me. feeling this, i began crying harder, jerking my limbs around and trying to break free. my brother slaps me, immediately leaving a red mark. "knock it off, man, youre gonna make this worse for yourself. we arent trying to hurt you, we're just trying to help" he growls, gripping my shaky body.

"just stop talking to him, i got it, you do your thing" my sister dismisses the older brother as she regrips my arms.

he shakes his head, pushing his throbbing hard dick into my virgin pussy. he was fairly slow and careful but also so full of adrenaline that he was still a little rough for it being my first time. i yelp through my sisters thong still crammed in my mouth. "ooohh i know, i know, the worst part is almost over" she smiles, looking down at my tear soaked face. " see, isnt it much nicer? losing your virginity to you loving siblings?" she coos, letting go from one of my arms to then grope my chest.

as shes doing this, my brother forces himself all the way in, as far as his dick will go. he shivered in pleasure at how tight i was. "oh f-fuck" he gripped my thighs as he slowly picked up the pace.

my sister then moves herself, sliding onto my chest, taking the underwear from my mouth and hovering her pussy over my face. she looks down at me as she begins to play with herself, digging her fingers into her own pussy right over my face. she moans while using her other hand to play with her tit.

"you should eat your big sisters pussy, ozzie. look at how hot she is right now" my brother coos from behind her.

And in that very moment, my sister drops down onto the lower half of my face, grinding down while continuing to play with herself. My siblings would end up fucking me for the whole night, even after our parents had gotten home. And when they were done, they curled up with me in bed,. Squishing me in the middle. My womb, belly, and mouth so full of cum. “We love you so much” my sister says as they both hold me closer.

“… I love you too…” I hold onto them back tightly.

[cycle-hit]

kotoko, the child eaters, and her family

and lucky. strap in man its gonna be a wild ride (watch out for the discussions of cannibalism below the keep reading line if youre uncomfortable with that sort of thing)

JACQUES ROULET

the countrymen came upon the corpse of a boy of 15 (whom roulet had smothered and eaten). two wolves, one later identified as roulet's brother (this'll be important) and the other as Roulet's cousin, were also found eating the boy's corpse. roulet admitted that his parents were the ones who gave him the salve to turn into a wolf, yet the court found his parents to be "respectable, pious" people.

roulet's parents who had given him the means to devour? to smother with the paws he gains upon transformation? the parents who offered no home to a roulet living in poverty? if roulet's brother and cousin had found him so easily, surely his parents could have to? roulet's parents, who's only statement in court is evidence that roulet's brother and cousin should not be held at fault like roulet is because they were "engaged at a distance", and dont come to defend roulet at all? LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD i have less to say here, mostly just to do with WHO the wolf devours. it is the grandmother the wolf devours by pretending to be little red riding hood, the grandmother who the wolf impersonates to devour little red riding hood whole. SATURN/CRONOS (credit to @viewingthevoid for pointing out kotokos possible relation to saturn, check their post out !) cronos, upon receiving the prophecy that his sired children would overthrow him, proceeded to devour them all in an attempt to stop it. what is it that they say about the sins of the father, again...? LUCKY this one's where it starts to be a bit of a stretch. and relies on other theories that arent necessarily confirmed to be true. lucky and the kidnapper appear to be physically similar- both of them have the same pattern of freckles, both wear an outfit in black and white.

if lucky and her kidnapper really were related- her kidnapper would've had to be her brother. i think this also makes sense as to why we never see or hear of lucky's family- because they're the ones kotoko was going after. they're the ones who could've easily made lucky retract her statement, because the kidnapper's father, trying so hard to defend him, is HER father too. now we go to another theory: the girl in pink in harrow is a younger kotoko.

interestingly, we still see "lucky's brother" here, as a shadow standing over kotoko yet not an actual physical appearance of him like every other shot. and surely he couldnt look EXACTLY the same in the past as he does in harrow, right? what if it isn't "lucky's brother", but rather a stand in for kotoko's brother? what if the reason why kotoko's first murder was lucky's brother is because kotoko saw what happened to herself in him, in lucky? in what would happen to lucky. jacques roulet's parents completely leave him in the dust, but the murdered boy's father is the first to hear his screams. cronos, a father, devours his own children. if kotoko's indirect "victim" really was lucky, if someone ELSE killed lucky after kotoko left her on that street (to protect, out of false anger from lack of understanding?)- would it have not been her father? desperate to stop the company's name from being smeared anymore? knowing he can cover it all up if he just wraps up loose ends? if he "devours" his own child, he can stop her from "overthrowing" him. KOTOKO oh, hey kotoko! whats that? oh cool, an interrogation question about your fami-

OH. HAHA. YOUR GRANDMOTHER? LIKE...LIKE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD? YOUR. YOUR FATHER? YOUR...OLDER BROTHER? haha. wow kotoko. that sure was a strict and direct to the point description of your family too. y'know, all of the other prisoners indulge way more details about their families, and you're the only one who doesnt! in fact, this is the only information kotoko has ever given us about her family! wow! that's strange. I...WONDER...WHY. (did her parents, her family, leave her in the dust like jacques roulet, too? did they "give" her the ability to become a wolf, to devour? was her grandmother consumed by the "wolf" before devouring her too? what did her father do to her after what her older brother could've done? did her mother go along with it all?) (kotoko oh my god watch out! the sins of the father! dont leave lucky behind! THE. THE CYCLE. KOTOKO. KOTOKO!!!!) (theres another post i want to make one day, about how roulet's parents were "pious" people, about how roulet was sentenced to a "madhouse" because he had "forgotten god", about how cronos was apart of greek religion, about how kotoko's second voice drama is called "YONAH", how she speaks of "sinners" so much, how she calls what she does "karmic retribution", how she mirrors AMANE so much...about how amane looks like lucky too, about the sins of the father, about how her reaching to the sky in deep cover can represent both her reaching for lucky and "reaching for the heavens"...religious trauma kotoko is REAL and CAN hurt you)