how odd, to watch the creative writing exercises of angry men in the comments of instagram. you noticed it first in the comments of conventionally attractive women - but then it started appearing everywhere else, too.
a young man talks about what lunch he's packing his wife. there is a little story under it, with 300 likes, fabricated from nothing. "this is pointless. if you treat her like this, she will take the lunch to her office and fuck her boss and divorce him and take all his money."
you scroll. a young woman talks about what lunch she's packing for her husband. it is always uglier when the subject of the video is a woman, you've noticed. "you sit on camera and you smile and you are cheating with the neighbor and then you're going to lie about being sexually assaulted by your husband and -"
you stop reading. it has 567 likes.
where did this even become a thing? people making up stories in their head, disgusting long-winded assumptions about intention and sexual disgrace. the evil twin of fanfiction.
like - it's just a lie. it's a lie that they are telling, baldfaced and assumptive. the undercurrent is of course misogyny, but the trouble is that they're so fucking certain. that's what makes the hairs on the back of your neck rise. there is this pervasive, inventive desire for them to be right. that they must be right. all women are cheating, lying, gold-digging bitches. no exceptions.
in the reverse, when women say i'd rather meet a bear in the woods than a strange man - men funnel in from the sides. they defend each other with a vibrance and capacity for empathy you wish applied to like, the other half of the population. a man could be saying i absolutely did kill her and these creatures in the comments would rise up with king shit. she made it happen. they love each other to the point of this sick strange self-gaslighting, a fervent and unhinged cognitive distortion. all men are good, wonderful people. all women are terrible, conniving, seditious, annoying.
and when did it become okay to just, like... say that kind of a thing? at one point, you find yourself typing out a witty and snappy retort. why are you spending so much time fantasizing about other people babe. but as you stare at the screen, some part of you pictures this man in public, saying these things to your face. his soapbox, high and mighty. his mirrored sunglasses and his empty life: tired and lonely.
what a sad and horrible loop he's locked in. he is terrible to women, so women don't talk to him, which he uses as an excuse to act more terribly. he blames this "failure" on women, rather than on his behavior. it cannot be that he is the problem (that the solution is to just put his ego down and accept women as equals) - he begins to invent a sculpture to replace the flesh frame of each person he sees.
it isn't just a woman posing on the beach. it is now a slut with a desperate need for each person to crave her body. it isn't just a woman yelping with surprise during something upsetting. it is a hysterical, unhelpful cretin who will probably make things worse instead of better. it isn't a person.
someone's very sweet wedding vows get moderate attention on instagram. in the comments, a man says good fucking luck you'll waste your life providing while behind your back she's absolutely fucking the best man. this will be so cringe in 2 months when she walks out on you.
you think - is that what you need to be true? is that what you need to happen, for the world to make sense to you?
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Hey do you guys remember how long it took for Essek to show his natural awkwardness around the Nein? Do you remember how they were friends with him for three months before he even tried making jokes around them? Do you remember the long slow process of him letting down the Shadowhand mask and openly showing how much he enjoyed their antics?
Did you see Essek just being himself around Bell's Hells, this bunch of weirdos he'd never met, even as he pretended to be someone else? Did you see him cracking that dumb joke about his pretend mother being able to stop time with enough ale, and laughing with them? Did you see him watching them for all of five minutes and going, 'This has been a very interesting first impression. I'm excited to see how strange this gets!'
Do you realise how much easier and freer with people he is now? How despite dropping the Shadowhand sleekness and showing his awkward side, he somehow seems more confident? Do you realise that despite the situation right now, Essek seems happy?
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can't wait for eddie to come clean to buck about everything in the diaz kitchen in the dead of night and it's a tough conversation, a little ugly, and the lights are low and eddie can barely look at buck and buck can't look away because how did he miss this. he's always so wrapped up in a relationship when eddie needs him the most and he always ends up missing eddie's declines until he's already at rock bottom. but this isn't about him. this is about eddie. and eddie's tearing up and he's chasing his dead wife who he can't ever get back and he's drowning in guilt and he doesn't know what to do and buck doesn't know what to do either. but he remembers the knot in his stomach and the way it didn't untangle itself until eddie hugged him. so he moves round the island and wraps eddie in his arms and eddie breaks and buck holds him through it all.
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if there’s one thing i know, it’s that rafayel is a tallkkeerrrrr in bed, if his fiery undercurrent audio was anything to go by, that man is a tease
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he would hold your thighs around his shoulders as he laid between your legs, sucking on your clit. his soft lips wrapping around the little bud as his tongue flicks it and rubs it in circles
his eyes never once leave yours as he eats you out, your hands tangled in his hair, fingers curling against his scalp and making him groan into your cunt. he would pull back for a moment and place a soft kiss on your clit before looking up at your disheveled appearance, already fucked out from just a couple flicks of his tongue
“you’re twitching so much,” he coos, “i can feel your clit throbbing on my tongue, do you like it that much?” before he even gives you a chance to answer his lips are back on you again, sucking your clit into his mouth as his tongue laps at your cunt, greedily drinking up your juices
he would pull back one of his hands and slide it under you before pushing a long, slender finger into your sopping cunt and curling up, finding your sweet spot with easy, making you buck your hips against his face.
he pulls off again with a smirk and continues abusing your sweet spot, watching with bated breath and an achy dick as your face contorted into pleasured expressions, your nails scratching his scalp, “you’re sucking me in right here so tight, doesn’t it get tiring being so greedy?” he teased, pulling his finger out before reinserting it with another one
you adjusted to the stretch quickly, bucking your hips into his hand as he pounded his long fingers against your g-spot, “does that feel good? is this your spot? feels so good when i rub you right here, huh?” rafayell was unable to stop his hips from grinding into the bed, reliving himself as he sported such a raging hard on, pre cum soaking his boxers
“yes- fuck-“ you cry out, wishing he would shut his loud mouth, it was turning you on too much, everything was too much to handle. “you look like you’re gunna squirt, your pussy is tightening a lot, it’s hard to move.” he spoke, his voice soft and full of lust
you were only able to nod and whine as your body shook with pleasure. raphael continued to pound his fingers into your cunt, loud squelches emitting from between your legs, only spurring him on even more. “c-cumming, raph i’m gonna-“ the man between your legs nodded and quickened his pace before he leaned down and took your clit back into his mouth, sucking hard on the little bud
your thighs squeezed around his head, making him groan, vibrating your clit as you came with a loud cry. a gush of wetness squirted from your cunt, drenching his face and the sheets below you, but that didn’t stop him from eating you out and finger fucking you like a man starved
your back arched off the bed as your cunt was assaulted with pleasure, your body wracked with tremors. only when you pushed hard on his head and whined his name did he pull off, his mouth and chin dripping with your wetness. “i knew you were gonna squirt, you liked my fingers that much? i’m honored. tasted so good.” he praised, pressing a soft kiss against your inner thighs, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they opened again and looked deeply into yours,
“think you can squirt again for me, pretty?”
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