#Some ppl don't get the answers they deserve

[masked-alien-lesbian]

*finished the last chapter of MAH*

..................Well fuck....that was hella fucking disappointing....

#And like yes #I know #Some ppl don't get the answers they deserve #But holy fuck dude... #There were so many clues in that one dialogue #Between Dita and Jeremy #That could have led somewhere #I don't fucking care #The town was in on it #Dita had some dirt on Jeremy's parents and the other rich families #And Officer Tate covered it up #And we just suppose to be ok #When there's way too many obvious suspects #Out there living their best lives #mah #murder at homecoming choices #choices #pixelberry #playchoices #choices vip #vip spoilers #I can't believe I'll never see Stevie's pretty face again #Cuz I can't handle the disappointment #Of that fucking ending #Tw for swearing #tw swearing

[notthestarwar]

God I'm legit screaming thinking about my reply to this comment again tho

Like. Such an interesting aspect of the clones is that they did have their childhoods taken from them. It isn't the same as a species that develops at double the speed of humans! Cause they ARE humans. Which absolutely does not mean that they are adult sized children. They are adults. They think like adults. They are developmentally, physically and psychologically adults: but they are not the people they would have been, people with a whole well adjusted childhood behind them.

Which I think is frankly a fascinating thing to explore. It's a great metaphor. When looking at things like: if anyone bothered to ask, could they have consented to their place in the army? Which. Yes. On an individual basis they absolutely could. They are adults, they deserve the autonomy to make that decision and have it accepted, even if the choice they make isn't necessarily the one that another sentient with a different childhood might have made in their position. They can consent. But is it informed consent? Well no. They've kinda been brainwashed. Ethically, you're on unsteady territory there in asking them to choose when you know what their answer is going to be. Does that mean you shouldn't ask? Hell no! Of course you should ask. Does that mean you shouldn't accept their decision? Of course not! They're adults and it's their life.

The only way to approach this ethically would be to give them all the information beforehand and hope that they're as informed as possible. But really. Whatever you do, it isn't really right. The ethical thing is for noone to be in this position in the first place. This isn't ethical unless the clones did have childhoods and were not programmed to WANT to die for the republic and you don't have to ask them under those circumstances, because you've conscripted your army in a normal way.

Anyway my comment (and the fic) kinda went about this in looking at things from a Jedi perspective. Mace is asking. What the fuck do you do in that circumstance? Army has been raised and created in a horrible way, you had no idea and couldn't stop it and now they're being delivered to you. How do you do right by them? You can't! Certainly not as Jedi. Theyre in a ethical trap. They can only try their best but whatever they do, they are promoting the fucked up system that put these men in that position in the first place. Even if they could walk away from the republic (highly debatable) You either leave them to fend for themselves knowing there will be a huge loss of life, or you go in to war alongside them, hoping that in doing so you can smooth the way for them. Hoping that you'll figure out how to free them soon. Hoping that you can save as many of their lives as possible.

Like wow. Terrible situation to be in for anyone. No way you're getting out of that one without betraying them in some way. But for the jedi? Who rely on a philosophy that promotes the importance of all sentient life, to stop them falling and pretty much losing themselves to a mystic power that's gonna do all it can to turn them in to a time bomb, destroying themselves and hurting as many ppl as possible on the way out. Like I can't think of a less conflicting ethical dilemma for them to find themselves in. The war destroys the Jedi. If Palpatine was patient he wouldn't have needed order 66. They were never getting out of that alive. The war broke them, it was in complete opposition to their philosophy and they were tearing themselves apart from the inside.

Anyway this is my comment:

"It is!!! I think this is such a key way that its really hard for anyone to do right by them and be fair. They are adults, it wouldn't be fair to force them in to the life of a child. Or to patronise them. But in the same hand, they shouldn't be adults, something was taken from them and it's not fair to just ignore the fact that their childhoods were stolen from them. They aren't the people they'd be if they got to live those childhoods, but they aren't children either. They think like adults, they feel like adults; but adults that grew in to adults without the learning potential that a proper childhood provides.

It's an extreme, but it's an extreme of an issue that's unfortunately common irl. As an adult whose childhood didn't give you what what you needed, you are innately aware that you lost something that you can never get back. You can make the most out of who you are now, but without a time machine, you'll never have the childhood you should have had. And that, I think is something that Jaster himself is very aware of. When Mace tells him this, he knows the weight of it and he immediately knows that for the clones, it's so much worse.

Like I don't think it should be understated that the whole situation with the clones and the Jedi being asked to lead them was like perfect Jedi torture. It's a complete moral quandary and every way betrays their philosophy. The clones were slaves. They were born to be soldiers, trained from birth, their entire lives built around this war they didn't choose. But it was all they knew. They were indoctrinated in to that life from birth. Had the Jedi found a way to free them, I honestly think the vast majority of the clones would have been offended. They had been raised to believe their life's meaning was to fight for the jedi. They wanted to. It may not have been an informed decision, but, they did want it.

And that's when you really come in to difficulty with, these are adults that should be children. Because it isn't fair to tell another adult that they are wrong to want what they want and that they only want that because they don't have the experience to realise its a bad option. You can't be like 'I know what's best for you'. They are just as much of an adult as you. They are just as capable of thinking things through as you are. But in the same hand, had the clones been born in to a different life, would they still want to be soldiers? Probably not! But they are already adults by this point, their brains are developed, they can't get that childhood back. So to say 'I know that's what you want but it's only because your lack of childhood made you incapable of seeing what's right for you' would be humongously fucked up. There really isn't a way for the Jedi on the council to approach them that doesn't betray at least a part of what the clones are and I think that's important to address."

I do think it's a really interesting thing to chew on and a lot of the debate I see around it in my eyes misses the point completely. There isn't a right answer. There was never going to be a right answer. This didn't happen accidentally. Palpatine set it up to cause as much damage as possible. The clones were born betrayed and the Jedi, were fated to play a part in that, whatever they did. There was no way out.

#about: clones

[homochadensistm]

I am not Israeli so maybe I understood wrong how this country works but... there are arabs living there who are Israeli, right? It is not a full jewish state and I guess that arab Israeli are equal to jewish Israeli? So, where does this idea come from that Israeli do not want to live with arabs when... some of them are part of their population? Also, another question that comes to my mind but what would the arab Israel become under the Hamas' rule? We know they want the jewish population all dead but aren't the arab Israeli traitors? Will not they be slaughtered too? Is that when the internet will understand that the Hamas is just a death group, when they will have slaughtered the "right" group in their books, or will the Hamas be supported as them killing traitors? I don't want to come as someone who is trying to say that some Israeli are more worthy than the others, it is just that I am wondering because on the internet, when they talk about Israeli it is always "The Jews" not the global population.

Arab-Israeli citizens constitute 20% of the population and are the largest minority in Israel, not counting other Arabic-speaking minorities like the Druze, Bedouins and Circassians. Israel is indeed a 'full Jewish state' in the sense that its anthem, official calendar, official language and official holidays are all centered around Judaism both as a religion and an ethnicity. Arabic is legally considered the 2nd national language (after Hebrew) and while Islamic/Christian/Druze/Circassian holidays/traditions are not legally enshrined individually, they are legally respected/accepted in workplace laws and in other relevant fields (like medicine for example). While that is all true, it is a known fact that Arab communities receive less public funding from the govt (for a myriad of reasons that could entirely fill another post, and especially the current govt) which affects the lvl of education they can offer and other public services. Taking that into account, Arab-Israelis still outrank their counterparts from neighboring countries (and the whole MidEast if were being honest) both financially and on a societal lvl, living in a liberal country.

To answer ur 2nd question - yes, theyd absolutely be murdered by Hamas. 20+ Arab-Israelis were mercilessly killed and kidnapped on October 7th, it didnt matter to Hamas at all that they spoke Arabic or that they werent even "fully Israeli" (like the guy from East Jerusalem who was murdered on cam). They indeed called them traitors, Jewish dogs and other fun names.

People also tend to forget that, when the war for independence broke out, Jews werent the only ones fighting the pan-Arabists. In fact, several Arab communities (e.g., Abu Gosh) joined the Jewish Yishuv, and the Druze made a wholeass bloodpact with the Jews. And...Israel also houses a bunch of Lebanese chads too.

Israel could do a whole lot better in how it treats its Arab population (for starters, getting rid of that disgusting Law of Nation), but to say that theyll fare better under the kind of Islamic theocracy Hamas offers or the pan-Arabist communist utopia the PA and PFLP are offering is absurd.

Israel is not "just Jews", youre right. Its primarily Jews, and its main function as a country is to be a homeland for Jews, but it has a wholelotta other ppl that deserve to keep living and thriving here as equal citizens, and inshallah us Normal People will continue pushing them more into the public spotlight and pressure this cunt of a govt (and its successors) into further improving their conditions.

#israel #palestine #free palestine #from hamas

[roxy-writes]

the comment i'm replying to: please consider a cool college au dabi who hates his dad but still spends his old mans money. he's a good boyfriend, very low key and yet he manages to garner plenty of female attention, mostly superficially but abundant none the less. reader has to deals with glances, whispers and jabs about shade regarding being partners with dabi. a non conventionally attractive reader (I'm chubby but this could be anything you want) once he finds out some intense body worship 🥺🥺

FIRST OF ALL OMG I LOVE THIS. i haven't written anything with chubby!reader in a while so i'm very excited. i hope you like this!

warnings: chubby!reader, ppl making negative comments about reader's body, body worship, facesitting, not proofread

you were always aware of the attention that dabi attracted. you know he's good looking, and so does everyone else. this could be...disheartening for you at times. attending the same college as him made you ever more conscious of just what kind of attention followed him. the kind that made you feel sort of sick to your stomach at the thought of how much prettier the people that attempted flirting with him were than you. you try not to let the whispers and scowls thrown your way get to you.

dabi also always made his attraction towards you clear. whether it be a hand set on your waist or lower back when you're out, or, in more private settings, eagerly groping at your chest and ass. this was sometimes inconvenient. it only seemed to make people stare at you harder whenever he'd attempt the slightest bit of PDA. he notices how your behavior seems to change when people see you in public, and he immediately assumes the worst. that you didn't like him, or want to be with him.

so he tries to fix it. using his father's credit card of course, he'd take you out shopping to buy whatever you like, take you out on fancy dates, whatever. when this doesn't work, he begins seeing the problem for what it really was. he finally started noticing how people behaved towards you, acting like you weren't even there, coming up and flirting with him like you were nothing.

he confronted you about it in his room one night. asking why you didn't tell him how you felt, begging you for answers. you don't know why, you say, you didn't know if he would understand.

"fuck, why the hell would you think that?"

"'cause y'know, there are all these people that make comments about me when we're seen together. it's never you they're talking about."

he closes the distance between you to wrap his arms around you.

"i'm sorry. i'll tell all of them to fuck off. you don't deserve anyone's shit," although vulgar, dabi's words are comforting, and you wrap your arms around him as well. you bury your face in his neck and he pulls you closer in response. but after a few seconds he pulls back and presses his lips to yours the same way he always did. gentle but rough at the same time.

you almost feel bad for being kinda horny during a sweet moment like this. not like you can help it. and based on the slight bulge you feel pressing against your thigh, neither can he. "heh, sorry babe. i think i've got a big problem," he whispers sultrily in your ear.

"i can help you fix it, if you want," you say, and he couldn't have been more eager. your clothes were pulled off of you as he lowers you onto his bed.

"pretty," he mumbled softly as his eyes rake over your body. and in that moment, you felt pretty. he makes you feel pretty. his hands settle on your shoulders, slip down your chest and stomach until they're right where you need him.

his thumb presses your clit and rubs the bundle of nerves, causing you to jump slightly. he looks so turned on right then, you can see it in his face. and he can see the arousal in your face when he pulls you up towards him as he lays on the bed. all he seems to want is for you to ride his face as hard as you can, and why not give the boy what he wants?

"just, tap my thigh if you can't breathe." you tell him.

he plants both his hands on either one of your thighs and shoves his face into your pussy. you squeak at the sudden stimulation and unconsciously grind on his face. he moans and his eyes flit up and down your body, gaze landing on your chest. he watches it bounce as you squirm, his nose swiping your clit messily. you can feel his hot, wispy breath on your skin.

he's pressing you harder into him, getting his tongue deeper in you, his hips bucking into nothing. you start to get a little wobbly from the pleasure, so his hands lock onto you and his fingers dig into the fat of your hips that you hated until you realized how much he loved it.

you cum with a cry as he buries his face into your aching pussy. he lets you hump his face to drain every last bit of pleasure from your orgasm. you wait till the aftershocks wear off before lifting off him. "want me to return the favor?" you ask, but he shakes his head no. you're still sensitive and twitchy from cumming, and he gently massages your thighs to relax you.

one hand wraps around his cock to line himself up with your hole, and the other slithers up to your face to tilt your chin so you look directly at his face. "jus' focus on my face baby," he whispers, trying to distract you from the pain of the stretch when his tip breaches your entrance.

he fucks you like the world is ending tomorrow. fucks you like you're the only girl in the universe. he can't even think about himself when he's got you moaning on his dick and you look so good. his cock rubs against your g-spot and you see stars.

you cum before he does, and you swear he's pulling an even more lewd face than you are. he's so close, so fucking close, and what finally pushes him over the edge is the cry of his name you let out once the pleasure gets to be too much. he cums so hard he whimpers a little bit.

you think it's so cute the way he can't help but curl into himself at how good the couple seconds of pleasure feel. you both wish the feeling didn't end so quickly. he slowly pulls out. you bask in the afterglow for a while, dabi's body cuddled up next to you. you feel so much better. you know he'd never cheat on you, know he'd never hurt you or your feelings, know he's good for you. all it really took was realizing you were the hottest girl ever in his eyes.

#dabi x reader smut #dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi x chubby reader #bnha x reader #bnha x chubby reader #bnha smut #mha smut #mha x reader #mha x chubby reader smut #mha x chubby reader #mha x reader smut

[candiid-caniine]

Hey! Long time no see, i know i said id send you a fantasy i thought you'd like but now ive forgotten almost all of it, oop!

Life happened, and uh, i saw that you mentioned your libido being a bit low, which definitely is my case too (im recovering from depression, now that im okay id love to get my FULL libido back, or at least a good percentage of it) do you have any tips on that?

Also any recs of blogs writing in the same vibe as you? (same-ish kinks would be nice but im specifically looking for queer inclusive stuff!) it makes me 10x hornier than the regular video/photo porn!

Hope you're well, you pathetic little thing!

💫

hi friend!! ugh i feel you. sorry i haven't got any advice on regaining ur libido...we just let mine wax and wane as it will, though denial has been a big help in keeping it steady!

i've heard good things abt ginseng and some other herbs. obvs use at your own risk, mind that some herbal treatments can cross-interact with certain medications, remember that pre-packaged supplement pills are often unregulated and may contain toxins, and be aware that some herbal remedies work better on pw certain anatomy than others, and finally that many herbal remedies considered to increase libido are largely untested on trans folx!

finally, sorry it's taken so long to answer this ask...i'm autistic and have been cataloguing lol. i present to you a list of other blog recs under the cut, organized by general vibe! i've tried to primarily include blogs that do their own posts rather than those who primarily reblog :)

note that my headings may provide some context as to what to expect, but you read at your own risk and each blog will typically have its own trigger warnings addressed in the header/pinned. additionally, i've not tagged some of the ppl below because they prefer that "Men DNI" blogs not interact, and idk if "no cis men" qualifies ahah!

all blogs below are queer- and/or trans-inclusive, if not exclusive! there is no detrans/misgendering, at least I don't think - i don't tend to follow those blogs.

hard kinks (blood, knives, etc; includes primarily-cnc blogs):

@puppy-mommy , who also does general t4t kink content, but does state untagged hard kinks!

@visciousest is someone whose blog i scroll when i'm in a Certain Mood ahah,, i won't elaborate

@hell-hound-bites: just. fuck. would drool on his knife blade.

@snuff-fag: its username should give you fair warning as to how wild its content tends to get, so please browse responsibly.

@condor-bait is taking a break right now, and all my love is with him as he takes care of himself. he made me feel so valid and so fuckable as a young trans person learning to love myself in a new way, and i've always been too shy to tell him how much his content meant to me one-on-one (yes, despite its often-extreme themes!), and he deserves as much time as he needs to heal!

@unwillingfvckpuppy for mostly cnc and medical kinks! if you like his style, but not so much their harder content, he also has a more-tame main blog--i just mainly follow/scroll this one!

@vampvictim: top-tier cnc/intox stuff, plus some great knife/bloodplay :)

@cryptidtid is wonderful and holy shit i follow a lot of hard kink blogs lol. incredible

@cnc-pet: i have been following her for a long ass fucking time lol. they post a lot of really good cnc and stories, but you'll also find a lot of aftercare tips and advice on her blog! i really admire blogs who try to balance horny content with best practices

@dollobotomy

general kinky content:

@excessively-queer . just plain old good shit :) there's a good amt of edging and degradation.

@clouded-king was honestly one of my earlier introductions to the queer/t4t kink community on here and how fucking euphoric it can be :) he posts some hard kinks, but generally it's a balance of a lot of different kinks so read his pinned at your leisure!

@ / cottontailx : just good kinky nsft posts :)

@ / digitalpenetration: often specifically t4t which i love!!

@femmelovefemme can step on me :)

@bigothteddies: could not build this section w/o mentioning him :) they had a big influence on my fantasies for a long time!

@hazelj-xoxo: bigtime want her to cuck me. have followed her across multiple blog deletions lol

@transpidered is forever an icon!

@subspaceemo

@writefinch for great stories and text posts

edging and denial, specifically:

@6irlpet is 1 of my go-to hands-down-pants scroll sessions :)

@droolkink is my inspiration!

@flustersluts does exactly what the name implies lol. a good helping of other kink content too :)

@puppycvnt is a 10/10!

@barkwoofbarkwoofbark: we r denial friends imo!!

@strawbrrysub

@blyssful-abyss

@urhighnessbitch is a big fav <3

non-detrans genderplay:

@butchviolence does amazing butch supremacy stuff and i,,, fucking hell. even just seeing their username puts me in a Particular state of mind ahah. they also post hard kinks so be aware as you proceed!

@mtfdomme: i literally just reblogged from her today lol. tbh i want to be their little stupid pupthing. it's not all transfem supremacy undertones/overtones, but that's what i mainly follow her for, plus just general t4t goodness! also, their general personality? and the way she shuts down people who disrespect their boundaries? huge inspiration for me!

@cuntboydestroyer: take me to the animal shelter and neuter me. good lord.

@the-kind-of-dame is the main inspiration for my recent genderplay post lol

@terfbreaking-tgirl (be warned of dykebreaking if that's an issue for you)

@barbarian-lesbian is my other inspiration for the recent genderplay post

@superiorineveryway

weird asf (/complimentary; my favorite type of shit. robots, ND-focused posts, etc):

@specksizedgoddess has introduced me to things i didn't know, like...existed, and that's saying a lot as one of my special interests is kink! never knew how down bad i was to be a tiny buggirl, nor how much i wanted to be someone's stupid little robot... BIG tw tho: there is snuff and gore content here, so proceed with caution if you don't wanna see that!

@sapphling fucked me up real good with some bird!sub bondage posts awhile back lol

@nobelisha: found them through their ghost cnc post so that's why they're in this category ahah! they don't have a pinned so proceed w awareness :)

@devout-cleric: hierophilia/religion kink, and i'm something of an acolyte of hers :) if you've read this far down you may as well know i'm her Little Lamb anon lol

piss/omo:

@latenightomo

@pissheartmybeloved - their URL makes me crack up every time, plus good content!

@hold-it-a-little-longer - good scenarios/imagines!

@ohmyrashi - (i think) my original intro to omo!

monsterfucking/terato:

@septimus-moonlight was my first real introduction to trans-positive terato and i've never settled for half-fun cis-oriented terato ever since :) mind tags!

@eggedbellies as well!

@bredpun doesn't appear to be active lately but still good for a scroll!

@steamandcream

@of-mutts-and-men

#t4t nsft #asks #gen #denial #h/d #advice #💫 anon

[seospicybin]

Hi hello I hope you're doing great

I don't know if you take requests or not but I can't stop thinking about Reader worshiping Chan like my man thinks he's not that attractive and doesn't understand when ppl say he's one of the sexiest man. So Reader does that somewhat cliché thing of dragging him in front of a mirror for him to say what he doesn't like about himself and then the reader shows him every details they find extremely sexy all that followed by a sweet passionate love making session. My man needs to receive some love and deserve to be worshipped.

Anyway I'd write that myself but I have no talent whatsoever and you're my favourite author on this entire site I only trust you to put this idea into words if you accept it of course.

But I'll also totally understand if you say no as you probably have a lot to do already. Either way I wish you a great summer and I hope both sides of your pillow are always cold.

Much love,

🦝

Hi, hello for sending ideas to my inbox and apology for taking this long to replying to your request. And do not worry about cliche, I live for that and we need a little cliche in our lives.

The only problem is I'm not good with drabbles so I hope this fits what you have in mind and don't ever say you're not talented, say that again and I'll come to knock some sense into you! Have a great day and enjoy this fluffy, sexy drabble x

ADMIRE. (s,f)

Bangchan x reader. 2,7k words

It's not just the way he sits at the end of the bed with his shoulders sagged. The absence of smiles on his face and the sighs he constantly lets out are enough signs that Chan is having a bad day.

As a girlfriend, you take it as your duty to make sure that he's alright first, and from there, you can find a way to make him feel better.

It's always best to approach him in the way you usually do, with a bright smile and warm hug. Climbing onto the bed and sitting behind him on the bed.

"Hi, beautiful man," you greet him as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, planting your chin on his shoulder.

He looks over and flashes you a weak smile, "Hi," he greets back.

You press a kiss on his lips, then on his neck next, catching the smell of his natural scent that you like so much.

"Hmm..." you delightfully hum.

"I like how you smell when you come home at night," you shamelessly admit with your nose still planted in his neck.

That is enough to elicit a soft laugh out of him, "of my sweat?"

You take another whiff of his scent and hum again, "Of you."

"Huh?" He turns his head at you with a questioning look on his face.

"Of everything nice and comfortable and safe and..." You get shy the more you list the things his natural scent offers.

He smiles at you with a kiss pressed on your hand, "I like coming home to you," he says.

You glide your hands down his arms and then slip them under his arms, resting your hands on his stomach, feeling the toned muscles against the sleeveless top he's wearing.

"But you don't seem like it," you tell him.

He clasps his hands with yours in front of him, "Yeah?"

You nuzzle your nose in his neck again and hum, "You've been so quiet, baby. Is something bothering you?"

He shakes his head and draws a breath, "Nothing it's just... I don't feel good about myself lately."

You frown at his answer while turning your head his way, "But why?"

He shakes his head again and refuses to answer you.

The way he reluctantly tells you the details makes you sadder and that only means he's not comfortable enough to share it with you. You can't help but feel that maybe you took part in making him feel this way.

"Do I make you feel that way?" You meekly ask.

"No, no, no," he hastily replies, and knowing that it's not enough to convince you, he brings your hand close to his mouth, then kisses it.

"It's not you, baby," he says again.

The more he tries to convince you, the more you feel uneasy about yourself.

"Then please tell me who or what made you feel this way?" You plead, giving him the puppy eyes that you know he can't resist.

He smiles with eyes closed and lets out a long breath, "it's me. I don't feel confident about myself," he finally answers.

You look at him and pout, "Channie!"

"What?" He awkwardly laughs.

"How are you not confident?" Your eyes widened in disbelief.

If there's one word to describe Chan, that word would be perfect. He has everything that a girl like you could've asked for, a great personality, intelligence, a decent human being, and all of that wrapped in an attractive package.

Hearing him say that he doesn't feel confident about himself baffled you so much. It doesn't feel real at all that you get speechless and can only blink your eyes while trying to process his words.

"Are you joking me, babe?" You ask again just in case he was being playful.

His head drops and keeps looking down at his lap, "it's nothing really, I just—"

"How are you not confident about yourself?" You're aware of how rude you are for cutting him off midsentence.

"Because I'm not that good. I'm not... beautiful," he sounds so little when he said that and you hated it to hear it.

There's nothing wrong to feel so insecure about oneself but to say that he's not beautiful when he is the most beautiful in your eyes.

Your hands loosen around him and he thinks you're disappointed in him that he holds on to you not to let him go, "don't go, stay," he says.

You pat the space on the bed, gesture him to scoot there, "Come and sit here!"

Not sure what you're trying to do but he obeys without a word, scoots a little to the right.

You kneel behind him and put your hands on his shoulders, "Now, look ahead!" You order him.

Slowly, he glances up and surprises to see the reflection of himself in the mirror with you in front of him.

"You see that? That's you and me," you tell him, looking at him through the mirror.

"And all I see is a man who's smart, hardworking, passionate, thoughtful, kind, and warm," you're speaking with a soft smile on your face.

"He can be a little reckless, a little hot-headed, a whole lot indecisive but that's because you're a libra," you playfully remark.

Then you tilt his head until his eyes meet yours, "despite all of that, you are beautiful to me," you murmur and lower your lips on his, locked in a rapturous kiss with one hand wrapped around his neck.

"Thank you," he mutters his gratitude with a sweet smile.

"And I'm not done yet," you tell him with a sly grin.

You sit down on the bed, hugging him from behind with your legs on each side of him, your arms crisscrossing around him.

"Time to talk about this sexy exterior," you announce with your hand softly rubbing his chest.

"Oh, no, please, I'm not sexy," he denies and gets embarrassed when you haven't even started yet.

"Shh!" You hushed him by covering his mouth with your hand.

Seeing his dimpled smile only encourages you to keep going because he's cute and hot when he's shy, still have no idea how he makes that possible.

"Should we start with this body?"

You lower your hand to his abdomen and pull the hem of his top to reveal his abs, "My goodness!" You hiss close to his ear.

You slip your hand under his top and feel his toned muscles with your fingertips while lowly whimpering into his ear.

"I want to have a bite of this white chocolate," you tell him, knowing that it's cheesy enough to amuse him.

"Can I? Can I have a bite, Channie?" You seductively ask.

He can't answer as he keeps giggling but keeping your hand inside his clothes.

"Let's take this off, mmh?" You ask into his ear.

He nods and raises his hands to let you take it off him, tosses it aside after. His pale skin glows even under the dim light and you like seeing your hands touching it while you're looking through the mirror.

"How do you not feel good about this body, baby?" You lowly ask.

"Because—"

You turn his head and hastily capture him in a kiss, not giving him a chance to answer or deny your words. You keep kissing him, parting your mouth open to let his tongue invade your mouth.

Your hands are freely roaming around his body, touching, feeling, and teasing the sensitive parts of his body with fluttering touches.

When you let go of his kiss, you continue by making a long trail of kisses from his neck. He lowly moans feeling your soft lips on his warm skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his shoulder.

He turns his head and your eyes meet, you smile at him as you lean in for another kiss, and a hand slips in his soft curls. You playfully nibble on his lips and gently tug at them, "mmh... these lips..." you hum.

You brush your lips over him back and forth and give him a long peck after.

"So full, so plump, so... kissable," you say with a dreamy sigh.

You place kisses all over his face while muttering little compliments at him with every few kisses.

"You're so gorgeous."

"So stunning!"

"Hella sexy!"

"One delicious man," you playfully remark and sloppily kiss him, "with a pair of juicy lips!"

Chan giggles again with his dimples sunken deep in his cheeks and you hold him close to absorb his happiness, doubling it back to him as you giggle along with him.

He puts his hand on your hand slung across his shoulder and squeezes it, "Thank you, baby."

"I'm not finished yet," you grumble at him.

Now his turn to be baffled, "You have something else to say to me?"

You nod with a sly grin plastered on your face, "I haven't haven't talked about this beautiful, big nose yet."

He holds in his laughter and leers at you, "Oh?"

"It's so perfect," you compliment right into his ear in a sultry voice.

Chan seems to disagree with it and silently scoffed at it, "Perfect, huh?"

As a punishment for not trusting your words, you gently bite his nose, then hurriedly kiss it to soothe the pain.

"So perfect," you assure once more.

"Got me thinking what it would be like sitting on this pretty nose," you purr into his ear.

That sends him giggling again and plants his face in his hands, flustered by what you said, his ears reddening as the proof of it.

"Don't be shy, Channie baby," you tease.

You hold his body close as it's shaking with laughter and you feel good that he's slowly forgetting about the things that bothered his mind earlier.

"It's your fault for being so hot, can't help but think of lewd things with you," you shamelessly admit and playfully bite on his ear shell.

He puts his hands on your legs, rubbing them up and down your thighs as he kisses you again in a passionate kiss that escalates things further.

"If words aren't enough to convince you, baby," you say against his lips.

You keep his head turned your way with your hand holding his chin, with a deep gaze into his eyes, you say, "I can show you."

The long moan you let out as you lower yourself on him is echoing in the room. With your eyes closed, enhancing the other senses to be more receptive to the pleasure you're feeling as his cock buried to the hilt inside you.

"Oh... my... goodness," you lowly moan.

After a moment of adjusting yourself, you look down and open your eyes to see him looking at you, eyes wide and heavy with lust.

"Can't get enough of this big cock, baby," you tell him while rubbing his chest with both hands.

"You're so perfect inside me," you sigh again and feel his cock twitches inside you.

"Mmh, yeah, you are perfect," you tell him, leaning down to kiss his open mouth.

You take his hands and put them up, resting them on each side of his head, clasping your hands together as you kiss him again, taking your time with him.

"Keep them here," you tell him.

"Just lay back and let me take care of you, okay?" You trail his lower lip with your thumb before kissing it.

He nods when he finally registered your request and keeps his hands thrown around him.

You start by rolling your hips in circular motions, slowly as to feel his whole length inside you. You're doing it with your eyes fixated on his face, his jaws clenched and unclenched depending on the pleasure you brought on him.

"Feel that, baby? How your cock fill me whole?"

"Yeah..." he breathlessly answers then swallows air.

For this one night, you put your need aside and focus on how to make him feel good, you want to show him how much you like him, adore him, and admire him because he deserves to know.

You start pulsating your hips against him at a steady pace and moaning at how good it makes you feel, kissing him once in a while.

To give him more pleasure, you plant your feet against the mattress and drop your hands on his thighs as support, bouncing yourself up and down on his engorging cock, providing him more depth into you.

That seems to work to bring him close to his high, you change your pace and back to straddling him, "You're going to cum for me, right?"

He seems to be intoxicated in pleasure to be able to respond to you.

You grab his chin and ask him again, "You're going to cum for me, right, baby?"

He nods with his eyes clouded in lust and you keep going, keep moving to bring him closer to his high. With how good he feels inside you, it's not hard to get yourself close to your climax as well.

"That's right, baby," you coo.

"You're going to cum and fill me full with your love, yes?"

He grunts as you intensely clenched around him, "yes, yes," he hastily replies.

You pick up the pace and use all of your strength to keep moving, from his ragged breath and how his body is flushing red, you can tell he's on so close, on the brink of...

His hands gripping each side of your waist with his nails dug into the flesh, trying to slow you down when you know he wants you to keep going.

You slowly ride past his high while taking his hands and using them to touch you all over. He's grunting while you feel his hands all over you, using his hands to cup your breasts and kneading on them together with you.

His cock is twitching inside you and you stay still, taking all of him inside you.

A moment passed and you see him slowly gathering his senses. You decide to hover above him by propping a hand against the mattress and look at him, his half-shut eyes looking back at you.

You place a brief kiss on his lips then caress his cheek, "look at you..."

You land another quick kiss the continue speaking, "Letting me take care of you."

He pulls you into a hug with a long kiss on your temple, "oh, you made me feel so good," he murmurs.

You smile at him and land another soft caress on his face, "That's how much I adore you, baby."

He puts his arms around you and pulls you even closer.

"You're so beautiful to me," you whisper into his ear.

"Mmh..." he hums in response.

Not taking that as an answer, you look at him and stare into his eyes, "Want me to show you once again how much I meant my words?"

He laughs at your question and kisses you deeply, "I need time for that."

Chan puts all of your hair to the side and kisses you again, slowly, turning over on the bed to have you underneath him. You can see the glints in his eyes have returned as he gazes into you like your eyes hold the whole galaxy in them.

"I'm beautiful, I know," you confidently say.

He lets out a laugh and softly kisses you, "You are beautiful."

"And you are beautiful," you say back to him with your hands around his neck.

"And I love you," he says with a warm smile on his face that melts your insides in a second.

Not only that he's beautiful inside out, Chan always makes you feel beautiful even with the simplest gesture of tenderly caressing your cheek with his knuckle.

"And I love you too."

Because how can you not say those words back at him?

#spicy mail #stray kids smut #skz smut #bangchan smut #seospicy drabbles

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

The Ice casting decision reeks of misogyny. It's doubly disappointing as a Japanese ice show considering just how good/deep their women's field is. Kaori not only being reigning world champion, but having made history with it just so recently, rubs salt even further into the wound. Makes me wonder if they're falling into the same thing I keep seeing posted on various platforms of the women's field being "not interesting" anymore - various arguments around this statement.

No matter the reasoning, it's extremely disappointing. Especially with just how they openly stated it to, though I guess it doesn't leave anyone wondering just how intentional it was to have them all left out.

Thank you for your thoughts! This probably serves as an answer for my poll. I am still using this to comment on some of your thoughts under the cut and share some additional points from my view.

The decision of an all male cast is strange and uncalled for especially considering their deep field of women. I really wonder what lead to that final decision. I totally get the disappointment and anger even if I like most skaters that are announced for the show. But tbh from my point of view Japan has a lot of mysoginistics way of thinking instilled in their culture, so internalized mysoginy may have played a part, even if probably or hopefully nobody went like "we hate women, so we don't want them". From the reaction by Japanese fans I came across the criticism wasn't as negative as the reaction from the English fandom. In the end the Japanese fans buy the tickets.

We can't tell if the producers buy into the "women skating is not interesting anymore" or if they have other reasons. There is not any justifiable reasons to exclude women single skaters imo! One thought appeared on my mind though: from my outside observation the Japanese single women skaters do not have the same "superstar" status as the male skaters in Japan and maybe that plays a part why they are deemed by producers as "not a selling point"???After Mao Asada no other female Japanese skater got as much attention. It's a shame especially as Kaori has three world titles now! She deserves so much better. All of the Japanese ladies deserve better in general! (Though the women discipline is popular with tv ratings in Japan yet I don't see the same hype around the women skaters as male skaters in the fandom and fans will attend shows not casual tv watchers. Again just an outsiders observation of the Japanese fandom, so by no means any sort of factbased.)

I also think it's maybe in Japan but to me it doesn't feel like a Japanese ice show, bc besides Kao and Shoma and Satoko if you can even count her as she isn't perfoming apparently (that's the wildest point imo to have Satoko and not have her skate 💀) there are not many Japanese skaters announced and I mean the men field in Japan is deep too. So when all male, where are they? Where is Sota, Yuma, Kazuki, Koshiro??? I mean Nika Egadze a stronger selling point than any of them? 🙃

Many things are worth criticizing but the transparancy of the "concept" is not a negative point for me. Transparancy is always good, even if it's not transparent about the reasons for an all male cast. It's better to sell tickets when ppl know what to expect than to let ppl buy tickets blindly expecting certain skaters that then would not fit their concept. They did try to sell tickets last year before anyone was announced and that seemed to have sparked criticism inside Japan, maybe a reason why there is a complete annoucement about their casting decisions, even if it wasn't a decision anyone asked for.

Maybe this decision for an all male cast is also just a promotion stunt. Whether we like it or not, it was a "hot topic" today in the fandom and trended on Jpn Twt.

Whatever lead to that decision I feel like one thing is clear looking at SOI (a show that has the same producer) that new concepts for ice shows are needed. As much as I hate the "empty seats" discussion, shows don't sell as strongly as they used to, not even in Japan (unless it's Yuzu's show but then it's also focused on a male skater and on one skater only). They need new concepts and I am not against having a new concept, but the big question is whether that new concept had to EXCLUDE women single skaters performing???? Absolutely not.

Only time will tell if their "concept" will get ppl interested to buy tickets or turned off. We'll find out in July. And frankly in the end our view doesn't matter much as the majority of us won't be the target audience for this show.

#the ice 2024 #figure skating #ice show #it has been a wild ride since the annoucement #replies

[uselessheretic]

u bring up an interesting point re: the events of 1x10, bc I think izzy suffered very disproportionate consequences but at the same time still want him to apologize. I don’t necessarily think consequences factor into whether ed deserves an apology. would be interested to hear ur thoughts (like does it factor in this case bc the consequences came directly from ed) but don’t feel like u have to answer if u don’t care or don’t want do

most likely, izzy's going to end up apologizing in some form. izzy may have plenty of flaws, but refusal to acknowledge when he fucked up and apologize for it isn't one of them. he apologizes in s1e4, admits that he deserved that punch in s1e9, even at the end of s1e9 when he'd being thrown overboard he yells that he's open to suggestions, and now in s2e3 he fully tells stede, someone he absolutely hates, that they did this to ed. he didn't need to do that! he could've placed all the blame on stede and he would never know any better.

izzy's never been to proud to own up to his shit!

i don't think izzy has to apologize in the same way that ed absolutely needs to. ed's level of fuck ups did severe damage to people who cared for him and cost people their lives. for ed to move forward and be the better person he wants to be, he has to apologize for that, even if it's possible not everyone will extend their forgiveness. ed's need to apologize isn't just for the sake of others, but for himself too.

with izzy it's a bit more blurry. if izzy wants to apologize then he can go ahead and do so. if he wants to maintain a relationship with ed in some manner than an apology would be necessary. not just for yelling at him in the cabin which i truly and honestly think ppl are blowing out of proportion, but just? for all of it? their relationship was already toxic and izzy contributed to that as well along with ed.

so it's like? not that he would need to apologize for calling ed a namby-pamby, but just sorry that things got so bad. when ed wanted to leave izzy, he didn't let that happen and did everything he could to try and get stede out of the way. it wasn't for purely selfish reasons—i think he did fr think stede was gonna fuck ed up and tbf he was right—and ed has culpability in it too, but ya know. shit happens. sometimes you fuck up.

but if izzy doesn't wanna maintain a relationship with ed after all of this then i don't think he's obligated to apologize at all tbh. i don't think it's owed, not after all the shit ed put him through, and i don't think he should be judged if he decided to not. it's just that if he doesn't apologize to ed, or at least acknowledge the ways he fucked up too, they can't continue a relationship.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers

[gigidragonbbxxx]

Okay so I'll try to make it as simple and short as possible, for me the most logical way to manifest is REPETITION by repeating any affirmations over and over again it has no option but to manifest either a thought or a visual representation of your manifestation. So I've been repeating this one scenario in my head for around 2 years like the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep this specific scenario has been looping in my mind non stop even when I gave up on manifestation I quite all technique and everything I still used to loop this visuals (video) where I've everything I want like rn I'm thinking as if, I don't do this to get something I genuinely love doing this (acting as if/ visualizing) because obviously that gives me happiness my question here is why my subconscious is not reprogrammed yet when every second evey hour there is only scene in my head I don't get this and now finally I'm so hopeless and actually want a answer. Whether you believe it or not repetition is the key if you repeat something over and over and over and over and over again our brain creates new neural pathway and then it will show up in our reality. Then what the fuck is wrong with me

I REALLY WANT TO DIE NOWW

Everything will be okay. To whoever sent this, no you do not want to die. You want your new reality very badly and that's understandable.

So please bear with me and know I'm saying all of this with kindness:

from what I'm reading, you've been looping this scenario in your head for 2 years and are still looking for it. you already seemingly have read and taken the advice of repetition, acting as it, etc.

I'll be honest, I'm worried for you so I'm gonna go back to basics.

Are you viewing this reality as "It's mine now" or do you view it as something you're chasing?

Steps to Take:

take a break. seriously. take a break.

take stock of what has happened in your life within the 2 yrs you've been manifesting it - have there been small changes? have you been experiencing at the minimum, some of your desired reality?

take time to refocus on YOU. sit down, make a mind map of who YOU are and then make a separate one for your dream reality and see if they're truly different

treat yourself the same way the version of you in that reality would, just to jolt yourself in the feeling of living in the end and not just imagination, sometimes ppl need a lil 3D encouragement. for example, if the version of you always gets what they want, go into a store and buy your favorite snack just because. practice feeling good about your life.

even if you know what to do, going back and reading Neville Goddard or listening to edward art on youtube is helpful.

Final Piece of Advice

Suggested Affirmations

No matter what I feel, no matter how frustrated I am, nothing messes up the fact that my manifestations are coming in for me.

I know I am worthy of my dream reality.

I always do everything right.

I release any blockages or resistance that hinder me from experiencing my desired life

You know you deserve it. Treat yourself with love.

See you in your desired timeline, xx, gigi

#gigianswers #gigiwrites #law of assumption blog #affirm and persist #affirmations #law of assumption #loass #loassumption #neville goddard #manifestation #self concept #manifesting #loassblog #law of manifestation #edward art

[rpfisfine]

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literally the maddest ive ever been in my entire life i just got bullied on the bus by these 5 loud as fuck cocky teenage cunts who kept opening the window right above my fucking head and spraying passing cars with a water bottle no matter how many times i slammed it shut and told them to stop and then when i finally turned around and said could you please stop i'm literally just trying to get home in peace this one fucking loser asked "ummmm why" so i was like "because it's annoying and everybody would tell you the same thing" and he was like "well if you don't like it you can always leave, there's the door" and i was so genuinely shell-shocked and speechless at the audacity plus i already have a stutter and always get so unbelievably angry during these kinds of interactions that it's literally like life-threatening to me almost so i couldn't even comprehend what he had just said to me but i did manage to humiliate him by being like "how old are you?" (no answer) "how old are you?" (no answer) "fifteen?" and he literally was too visibly embarrassed to say anything and wouldn't give me any other number he just made fun of how "adult" i was but in my stressed out fucking state i kind of forgot to tell him that i literally am an adult bc i didn't want to just compare ages like some kind of cringe idiot so they might live with the assumption that i was either the same age as them or ever so slightly older than them for the rest of their lives bc i do look 16 at most irl which i'm trying to come to terms with currently but anyway i literally just kept my focus on this one asshole right behind me and confronted him in genuinely the most firm but polite manner i could and then immediately as soon as i turn back around the guy sitting next to him goes "uhhhhhh i couldn't understand One single word she said so it's time to continue boys 🤪" and then they started laughing at me + screaming 10 times louder than before + blowing raspberries at me like fucking 3 year olds so i waited for the next stop then got up and sat beside someone else even though i was so happy to get a window seat for the first time in legitimate months and im still so unimaginably fucking angry abt the whole thing i know it doesn't seem like that big of a deal but when ppl make fun of the way i speak or mock me or say they can't understand me it literally makes me want to claw their eyes out and on top of everything else that had happened during the interaction it was just slightly too much for me to handle i didn't want to stoop to their level by cursing them out or being legitimately mean even though they deserved it but i regret not telling them to die as i was walking past them i hope a horrible horrible future awaits their loser hypebeast bully friendgroup i hope they never get girlfriends or accepted into college and i hope someone with less patience than me beats them up for their behavior one day

#this sounds extreme but i speak from experience when i say that nothing in the world is more pathetic or evil to me than teenage boys #mp

[notjennyfromtheblocked]

Im deliberately sending this off anon so you can see that you arent being 'attacked' by 'Anne', and the fact youre even discussing it that way is ableist as fuck. Im going to start this by making it clear, I have BPD, Im also trans and you will not be knowing my AGAB. You are the asshole in this situation.

We're going to start off simple, you are not an expert on BPD, google and tiktok is full of misinformation and harmful stereotypes about Borderline pplo. BPD is not an 'abusive person' disorder, there is no such thing as a condition that makes you an abusive person. BPD does cause intense, deep emotions that can shift quickly and be hard to control; often this includes having intense feelings for people around them and being scared of losing them/them not being who you thought they were. Because this condition comes from trauma (usually from family/relationships) there are often amplified feelings around abanonment and betrayals of trust especially from ppl you thought were your friends. It is in fact common for some of our nost intense lifelong interests start bc of stupid reasons, but starting bc of a stupid reason doesnt mean the interest isn't genuine. Have you never done something bc your friend wanted you too and you ended it up loving it? Why is it any different bc it was a crush not a friend? BPD doesnt make you a manipulative person, nor does it make you gaslight ppl and seeing as 'anne' has a psychiatric degree Im sure he understands his condition better than you do.

Secondly, 'Anne' is allowed to be trans in whatever way he wants too, she doesnt have to bind, or pack, or change his appearance for anyone. I have a beard, long hair, wear any kind of clothes I want, have tits, have bulge, am hairy and wear a full face of makeup. Some of those things are part of my agab, some of them a part of my transition. And its not a single iota of your goddamn business whether youre friends or not. Gender is a performance and you get to choose the outfit and 'Anne' is deciding what she want his to look like.

Thirdly, you do not seem to understand that part of the reason you very clearly show yourself to be the asshole is the way you speak about others. Describing being an introvert as being more sophisticated or above extroverts is just ridiculous, you are not superior bc you dont go out to parties. I don't either, I find them uncomfortable and loud, but that doesnt make me sophisticated. You talk about 'Mike' as if he cannot be the arbiter of his own interests or relationship, that hes just stupid and couldnt piece it together if 'Anne' was 'faking'. You talk about 'Anne' like she's some master manipulator but you did everything that happened to yourself, you went to the GC and convinced them that something was wrong, you took a group of ppl who didnt know 'Mike' to 'Anne's' house to confront him, you made a callout post about 'Anne' on facebook, you tried to immediately go running to 'Mike' for damage control when your 'intervention' didnt work and you are the person that blasted it all over facebook and now tumblr. And now you are the one losing friends and family, and you deserve it, because the ppl you convinced to attack 'Anne' realised wtf they'd just done and how fucking horrendous that is. You have no evidence of any manipulation, or that 'Anne' is faking, or that 'Mike' isnt happy, you just presented your prejudice. 'Mike' and 'Anne' realise what youve done and they have enough proof to convince a judge or they wouldnt have gotten that restraining order. You are the person behaving manipulative here and everyone can see it except you.

I've tried writing a response to this so many times but I end up deleting it because when I try to explain myself it just sounds like I'm going in circles. There are tons of other asks I've tried answering and rewritten like seven times each before giving up. I've been writing over and over trying to explain like how while yeah technically Mike never told me word for word that he was T4T, when he told me I wasn't his type and then like two days later came out as trans it felt very, very much like he was coming out specifically to let me know that's why I wasn't his type. Or how I was trying to explain how look I know it might be controversial but the constant "main character syndrome" of extroverts just gets on my nerves and is supremely selfish in general and also the truth is you're just GOING to be more intellectual if you spend your free time actually expanding your mind instead of smoking pot and grinding against strangers and how someone like Mike who prefers the same free time activities as I do is just not going to work with someone who would rather party and get wasted than pick up a book, or how Anne is pretending to be trans and I know this because she isn't changing ANYTHING, and I was going to explain that the group chat was full of people she didn't know because it initially was a fandom ship discord from a show she doesn't watch but eventually when I started getting concerned yes it kinda became my "complain about Anne" vent place because nobody there really knew her well enough to go tell her what I was saying and it was a safe place for me to vent and explain why I thought she was abusive and cheating and they would actually listen instead of tell me to knock it off like others, and obviously OBVIOUSLY I thought her and I were close enough as friends she wouldn't mind me using her spare key which she kept under the doormat so it's not like I searched hard. I've written all of that so many times to so many different asks I can't even count and then i just end up deleting it because it feels pointless to even try because I know people will just keep sending asks so why bother so I never wrote it til just now unless I deleted it.

Im gonna be totally fully honest here I woke up and I saw the 99+ notifications in my inbox and I haven't been able to stop shaking because I'm so fucking angry because nobody is on my side, I literally scrolled hoping to find at least one person who was agreeing with me and nobody was and honestly I was so mad I couldn't even see and then I finally found a couple of nice asks and they were signed and I was so excited someone finally agreed with me and when I checked on their blogs they were all fucking terfs. All of the people who were taking my side were fucking terfs. And like I'll be honest with you I have two very close family members who are trans and honestly they've both blocked me recently and even though I tried to contact them they didn't respond and I seriously hate hate HATE terfs because they've been so cruel to my two family members. And I'm so angry. But then I found your ask and at first I was so angry and I tried to reply but I just deleted it because I was getting angry. But then I found more terfs in my ask and then even more hateful anons from non terfs.

But then I kept thinking about how conservatives will literally LITERALLY have Nazis agreeing with them and dig their hills in and in like wtaf how are you not seeing that NAZIS are agreeing with you? But literally the only people agreeing with me are terfs. And honestly that's the last shit I want, I luterally hate terfs. I'm not even exaggerating when I say this is the nicest ask that WASN'T from a terf so I've just. I dunno. I am freaking out because this did not go the way I planned. I knew some people wouldn't agree with me but I thought it would be more split, like some YTA but mostly JAH and NTA. And then when I saw the poll for a hot minute I thought maybe it might veer ESH but obviously that isn't the case. It's just like have you ever really cares about someone, really really cared about someone, and he says oh please don't hug me and pulls away, and then other people hug him so you think I better tell these other people "don't hug him, he doesn't like hugs" and then he says its fine and then starts hugging other people but not you? And you realize at no point did he ever say he didn't like hugging, he just asked you, specifically you, not to hug him? Well imagine that but with Mike, and he stopped wanting to hang out with me and told me not to touch him but whenever I'd remind Anne not to touch him he'd say it was fine and I guess when he came out as trans it was just easier to believe he didn't date cis people than he didn't want to date me. And there were times I thought man I wish I were a trans person so Mike would notice me, and then it seemed like Anne was doing just that because of COURSE it crossed my mind to pretend just for a little while, because if he just gave me a chance he'd realize that we are compatible. Honestly I'm just freaking out because I made this blog a month ago after sent the ask to the aita blog but then it didn't get answered so I started the blog to get all this off my chest. And bam suddenly I was bombarded a month later and it took me a minute to realize the aita hadn't deleted it. Honestly none of this went according to plan and nobody except people I fucking hate want to hear my side. And I dunno. I just don't know. Bur if the only people agreeing me with me all day are terfs then obviously I need to think things through.

#terfs dni #asks

[manjirot]

Please write about Sanzu making a rude comment about the readers size (more on the chubby size) and she doesn't want to say anything to Mikey because she doesn't want to upset him. But Mikey starts to notice she's eating less/redistricting what she eats, is more down on herself and suddenly starts to talk about loosing weight. Mikey talks to her about what's going on after he finds her crying in there bedroom infront of the mirror and ends up loosing it on all the bonten execs regarding the reader. They don't know until then that she's Miley's girlfriend.

I know not all chubby girls feel the need to be skinny but I've been feeling like garbage lately and need a Mikey pick-me-up ❤️

Love your work 🥰

omggg as a chubby girl myself this rlly hits home </3 probably two months ago, i went to the doctor bc i have autoimmune disease and his exact words as soon as he entered the room was “your problem is that your too fat.. think about losing weight alright.” so after that i basically started starving myself.. I would go a whole day w/o eating and if I did eat something it was small like crackers or something.. now I’m slowly trying to get back to eating correctly but I’m still having a hard time w it.. ppl don’t realize words actually hurt and hurt deep. anyways lemme start this story for you love and I hope it makes you feel better <3

“Fat bitch.” Sanzu mumbled as he walked by behind you. Though it was loud enough for you to hear, “every time you see her she’s sticking food in her mouth.”

There you were, sitting at the bar in a beautiful red dress that Mikey bought you for this event. You sat at the bar, trying out desserts while Mikey was upstairs in a meeting. You loved cheesecake and Mikey made it clear for the waiter to serve you your favorite dessert without question.

You never considered yourself as a obese woman.. yeah, you had a tummy, a fat ass and huge thighs that drove your boyfriend, Mikey, insane. He loved every part of your body but every since he introduced you to his subordinates, you couldn’t help but feel disgusted with yourself especially when Sanzu looked at you like you were a disgusting slob.

He’d make some type of remark every chance he got and you pretended not to hear any of it but it did hurt, it hurted bad.

“Sanzu, please, that’s not nice.. she could’ve heard you.” Kakucho said following behind Sanzu.

“hmph, I don’t care if she heard me. Her eating habits are embarrassing and if I was Mikey I would put her ass on a slim fast.” Sanzu snapped.

You heard him say that and you placed the fork down on the counter and quickly got up, quickly walking out of the event.

“You damn idiot… see what you done?” Kakucho then ran after you.

“Y/N! Hey, Y/N!!” Kakucho called out until he finally caught up to you outside, “hey, are you alright? Don’t let him ruin your night alright?”

You turned around to face the scarred man and he saw tears falling, completely messing up your makeup. His stomach was in knots seeing you like this, you’re so kind and sweet to all of them and didn’t deserve any type of badmouthing. If he felt sick just seeing you cry he knew Mikey would feel ten times worse seeing his woman so upset.

You quickly wiped your face and gave Kakucho a smile, “I’m fine. I just needed to let that out.” You begin trying to get the attention of your driver.

“Are you leaving?” Kakucho asked.

You nodded, “I can’t let Mikey see me like this.. if he asks, just tell him I started having stomach cramps” just then the car drove up and parked beside you and Kakucho. You opened the back door and just before getting in you turned back at Kakucho, “Kaku?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Please don’t tell Mikey what happened.. I don’t want him giving Haruchiyo a hard time because of me.” You said.

“But—” Kakucho words were cut off.

“Please, Kaku.” You said looking directly at him, “it’s fine, really. Please don’t let this get back to Mikey.”

Kakucho frowned and sighed, “alright. I won’t say anything.”

You smiled softly, “thanks Kaku, you’re the best.” and you finally got in the back seat and Kakucho closing the door for you.

Kakucho watched the car drive off and decided to go back into the event. As soon as he walked back in he see a panicked looking Mikey searching for you. He sighed… he knew he had to tell Mikey what you said but it was all lies. He wanted so bad to tell the real reason why you left so abruptly but he promised you he wouldn’t say anything.

The white haired man approached him quickly, “have you seen Y/N?” Mikey asked.

Kakucho swallowed, “she just left.”

Mikey frowned to his answer, “left? Why?? Did something happen?”

“No, she said she was having cramps and left because she didn’t wanna ruin the night for you.” Kakucho said.

Mikey looked up at Kakucho and looked away mumbling, “is that why she really left?”

“Yes..”

Mikey hummed, “alright.. I’m going out to call her.”

Kakucho nodded and let his boss pass him on the way outside. Kakucho then went to go find Sanzu who had two girls on each side of his lap in the V.I.P section. Kakucho glared down at Sanzu which scared the ladies

“May I help you?” Sanzu asked sarcastically.

“You’re really a piece of shit, you know that?” Kakucho said.

Sanzu chuckled, “wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t.”

“Y/N saved your ass from Mikey’s wrath tonight.. you should be grateful to her on the countless times she’s done that!” Kakucho snapped.

“BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Did you come over here just to tell me that? If so, you can take your uptight ass somewhere else!” Sanzu yelled. He was high and there’s no talking to him when he’s that way.

Kakucho grumbled and turned around to walk away, “junkie…” he mumbled.

“Hey, baby” Mikey said into the phone, “are you alright?”

“Uh huh, yeah I’m fine.” You responded, “I just caught some really bad cramps.”

Mikey hummed, “you sound different.. you sound like you been crying.”

You tighten your grip on your cellphone. Of course he could tell when you been crying, you guys been dating since teenage years. He knew you more than you knew yourself. “Hahaha,” you tried laughing it off, “I do?”

Mikey didn’t say a word nor did he find anything funny. You could tell his silence meant he was dead serious, “baby?” You said.

“Y/N, what’s really the matter? Did something happen while I was in the meeting?” Mikey asked.

“No no! Like I said, I caught some cramps!” You answered, “I promise nothing else happened!”

Mikey sighed, “alright fine.. but I’m coming home to rub your tummy, just the way you like it alright?”

“Mikey, no! This is your event! You can’t just leave because of something for small and irrelevant!” You said.

“But you’re not small nor irrelevant, baby. I rather be home with you anyway. I miss you already.” Mikey said. That made you smile.. but you can’t allow him to see how puffy your eyes were from crying.

“I miss you too but it’s fine.. I’m just gonna take some pills and go to sleep. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m always worried about you…” Mikey said.

You sighed, “please Mikey.. I’m fine, it’s really no big deal, okay? I’m gonna go to sleep.. I’ll talk to you later. Love you, bye.” click. you hung up the phone.

Mikey stared at his phone. He knew something wasn’t right.. he could tell it in your voice.

“Boss.” Kakucho called out from behind, “did you get in touch with her?”

“…yeah” Mikey answered, “but she sounded off.. I know she been crying but she wont tell me why, then she hung up on me.”

Kakucho frowned.

“I’m gonna go home to check on her. You and Haru wrap things up here.” Mikey said as he waved for a driver.

Kakucho nodded.

When Mikey made it home, you were already in bed bundled up. Mikey took off his slippers and climbed into bed beside you. He moved your hair out of your face and kissed your cheek then he wrapped his arms around you. His hands roaming your body until he touched your stomach and squeezed it.

“So chubby,” he mumbled in the crook of your neck.

He thought you were sound asleep but you weren’t.. you were wide awake. And your eyes began to swell up with water. Did Mikey think you were too big also? Why would he say that?

You suddenly pushed Mikey off of you, “give me some space.” You said in a snappy tone. Mikey was concerned, that’s how you guys always slept.. so why now you needed space? “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Mikey asked. No response. “Y/N?”

“Geez, Mikey! I’m trying to sleep!! I don’t feel like talking right now!” Your voice was cracking and Mikey could hear it clearly now.

“Baby, why are you crying?” Mikey asked.

You didn’t answer him..

He got closer to whisper in your ear, “I love you, ya know that? So whenever you’re ready to talk I’ll be here. I won’t pressure you into telling me what’s going on… but don’t shut me out.. isn’t that what you always told me?”

His words made you silently cry harder. You really wanted to be in his arms and tell him everything but it’ll just caused trouble for the others and you didn’t want that.

“I- I’m fine, really..” you said in a low crackly voice.

You’re crying only made his chest ache. He couldn’t take it so he forcibly turned you on your back and pinned you arms back, “I hate it when you lie and I hate it more when you cry.” He said, “please tell me, what’s going on! If it’s something I can do, I’ll do it just tell me! Please don’t push me away when I know you’re hurting.”

Suddenly you burst into tears beneath him. Mikey let go of your arms and you immediately covered your face, “I’m sorry! hiccup I’m so sorry— I lied about the cramps because I didn’t want to cause trouble for anyone!” You cried.

Mikey removed your hands, “cause trouble? What are you talking about?” You turned away from his gaze but he gently turned your face back to him, “please tell me what happened.”

You deeply sighed, “ Haruchiyo.. he said some things about me and I got a little emotional about it. It’s not a big—”

Mikey cut you off, “what did he say?”

“He, um called me a fat bitch and said if he was you he’d put me on a slim fast..” you said lowly.

“So that’s why you left? Because you think your fat?” Mikey asked looking down at you.

You nodded. “I am.. even you think I am.”

He chuckled, “the only thing that’s fat on you is your pussy but in all seriousness, I don’t think your too big. You’re perfect in my eyes.”

He leaned forward to kiss you, “I love your curves. I love your thighs. I love your ass, oh and I love your tits.. they’re my personal pillows.” He said in between kisses.

He then leaned up to remove his shirt, “I’m gonna show you how much I love you and your beautiful body. I’m gonna show you I don’t need anyone but you.”

You wanted him. You needed him at this point. He then ripped your thin night gown, revealing your round firm tits, “I’ll get you a new one.”

You laughed, “you’re gonna go broke constantly buying me clothes because you be ripping perfectly fine clothes.”

“If I go broke for you then I’ll be content because you’re worth every penny.” He said as he sucked on your nipple. The sensation of his warm tongue caused you to moan, rubbing your fingers through his platinum hair. He finished it off by making a loud pop sound. He removed his pants and boxers, revealing his hard dick with precum leaking from the tip.

You leaned up to begin sucking it but Mikey stopped you, “remember I said I’m gonna show you.. it means that tonight is all about you. I want you to lay back and let me satisfy you.”

And he did just that.. all night until the sun was shining he showed you just how much he loved your body. He didn’t disappoint at all.

Through all the love making, Mikey didn’t forget about Sanzu… oh he was livid and was gonna make sure that Sanzu’s punishment was a reminder to the other executives to think twice before making his angel cry.

Come to find out Sanzu just had a huge crush on you… though that didn’t stop Mikey from breaking his nose and suspending all his access to his drugs.

Sanzu was a crying mess apologizing to you, “Y/NNN- I’m sowwy, I didn’t mean any of it! I just like you and I didn’t want the guys finding out about it!! My nose hurt so badddd- I’m so ughhh, I’m so sorry! Plwease forgive me! Mikey took away all my plugggs!!”

You forgive him without much thought.. though you fussed at Mikey for breaking his nose and all Mikey did was pout and asked if he could lay his head in between your tits.

Kakucho sure got a good laugh off of Sanzu’s misery. “Serve you right..”

sadly this doesn’t have a title but it’s for all my curvy girls and especially @thisbicc <3 I’m so so sorry for the wait love but as I said before, I hope this makes you feel better!! You’re beautiful no matter what <3 always remember that lovely <33

#tokyo revengers #tokrev smut #anime #mikey sano #tokrev fic #mikey x female reader #tokrev sanzu #tokrev kakucho #manjiro sano #fem reader #tokrev fluff #bonten mikey #bonten x y/n

[1eoness]

hi! could i request something fluffy? maybe leon spoiling reader with some meal, or cuddles? thanks! ❤️

mentioning meals I AM THE REMINDER TO GO GET A SNACK AND REJUVENATE

and yes ofc i love writing fluffy fluffy hehehehe (im kind of uncreative rn so sorry). btw i'm writing this in the same format as the other one but if you want it to be more structured and narrative just uh tell me LOL

content : fluffy leon kennedy x gender neutral!reader (it's written in second person though). pet names lol

synopsis : leon wants to spoil you so he's feeding you and providing you with an army's ware of cuddles >:)

-food is fuel and leon is a fucking engine

-tbh i hc that leon has a big appetite for sweet stuff,,,, i'm sure a big collective of ppl agree bc he's so squishy squishy [what the fuck am i saying idk]

-anyway enough about me gushing on leon.

-YOU. when will you ever take the time to let him spoil you? are you trying to avoid him?:((

-leon is part kidding. he's not mad ofc but sometimes he can't help but get a tiny bit worried about you sometimes.

-see, leon is a firm believer that a person cannot come to their best senses unless their basic/psychological needs are fulfilled. that includes things like eating, or affection—because when your body senses that you're lacking in something, it will use your brain power to signal you that you need to eat or be smothered with affection! hence you can end up feeling burnt out if u dont pay attention to ur love vitals!! >:(

-leon's mindset will always be applied on you because you're his second heart, you're his tough rock and you need to be taken care of!!

-HE KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE THINKING "affection? that's absurd people can still learn attentively and work efficiently without having to be coddled >:(" while yes in a sense its true—but sometimes you just don't realize that what you need is some time to be vulnerable and intimate, which can explain why your emotions feel a lot more heightened recently than usual (which he notices by the way). you've been tense for a while, and leon reasons that you can't just 'move on' from being overwhelmed with work stress and whatnot—you have to relieve it! but enough about theory.

-your hunger for food or affection is like a 7th sense to leon to be honest. while it's not an accurate intuition everytime, he's bound to think of you once every like two minutes.

-leon actually has very clear and high critical thinking skills. this means he is able to remember a lot of things about you even if he only notices them or you mention it once: this includes your comfort drink, where you like to be touched, hell maybe even the MBTI of your favorite character. and he ESPECIALLY knows what food you like. pad thai, sushi, oxtail, jerk chicken, cake, boba, YOU NAME IT HE KNOWS IF YOU LOVE IT OR NOT

-so when it actually came to asking you what you wanted, he'd send a text saying he's downtown and asking you 'what would you like, baby?'. he's careful with his words and doesn't say "do you want me to get you something on the way?" because it means he's giving you a choice >:( when the whole point is to spoil you because you deserve it.

-and if you answer with something vague like 'anything' HE DOESN'T MAKE YOU SPEAK FURTHER he'll just buy what he knows u like and keep the rest in the fridge if you dont wanna eat it :3 well that's what they're for, right?

"oh, my sweet.." his voice was quaint at the sight of you. leon tried his best to be silent when he entered the room, not wanting to sound like he was pitying you, but seeing you half-covered with comforters, mildly upset and your mind in a frazzle has his heart dropping a bit. you were probably thinking about so many things: meeting some deadlines, picking up this and that from the store, computing this... but you just couldn't organize your thoughts. but that's why leon was here.

your head moved to swivel his direction. "leon.." you smile at him weakly.

it was cold in the city tonight. leon places a hefty white plastic bag of your favorite on the nearby surface before he sits down in front of you from the edge of your bed. he takes the brief second of studying his lover's face before he pulls you into a comforting and warm hug. he can't help but pat the back of his sweet baby's head down, and you feel his lips barely nuzzle onto your ear as he mutters. "y're so good to me, baby. you know that?" leon reminds you before kissing the side of your head shortly. you tried to reciprocate it by giving him a nimble kiss on his cheek, which he gratefully accepts with an eager beam on his lips.

his hands slide down your arms in a soft stroke as he lets go of you gently. the rustling of the bed's layers being heard as leon moves a bit to reach for the hefty boxes of food, which he opens for you once he gives you take your utensil/s. leon's happy seeing you eat. it's a form of reassurance to him personally witnessing you getting the fill you deserve after a whole few days of being so busy and rushing everywhere. it's a calming sense to him as you both soak in comfortable silence while he watches you eat. he was caring less that it's 2 in the morning and caring more about the way the color on your face slowly vibrates back onto your features. you seem less tired, just by a tad percentage. it makes him smile to himself knowing he was able to take care of you. " 'm finished." you mumbled with a hum, feeling a little full and having to lie down. fullness makes you sleepy (and leon knows that!) so he has a subtle, cheeky little grin as he leans over and collects your legs with one arm, pulling you to make you lie on your back. he crawls over to lie down next to you, once again pulling you close to him while he wraps his arms around you— one patting and planted gently on your back while the other cradles your head close to his heart. just where you belong... "you tired, baby?" leon asked shortly and your little nod sufficed. his cheek gently rests against the side of the crown of your head. his touch is soft, it's sweet as he rubs and scratches down your back gently. he gently scruffles at your scalp with his other hand's fingertips, and the motions will send you to a hopefully revitalizing sleep ♡. he places a kiss on the top of your head, like a ribbon keeping its gift from falling apart :( he knows at this moment maybe you're thinking you don't deserve him. but that's so far from the truth.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re2remake leon #re4remake leon #leon x reader #leon x reader fluff #this is also super bad n rash im sorry ill try to edit it later on

[flwersgarden]

ˏ୭̥ ilomilo 𔖩ܻ⃯۫࣪꙳ ᡃ.

pairings : yandere!austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : elvis realizes having you is not going to be as easy as he thought it would be so he has to take dramatic measures.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, use of power status as a form of manipulation).

author's note : IM SO EXCITED OMG seeing how ppl liked it made me feel so happy since it was my first time writing elvis and bleh, just a bunch of corny stuff i'll keep for later. oh! by the way, if you want to be part of this series taglist, pls let me know! you can comment or send me an ask and i'll add you<3 okay, here y'all have part 3!!

part one. part two. part four. part five.

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

“ what ya' think, baby? ”

you blinked, waking up from your usual daydream moment to look at elvis; who was up in a stage, crouching down, while the colonel was in front of him looking at you with that usual mean look he had whenever elvis asked for your opinion (which was always).

you looked around, watching the size of the stage, and when you were about to speak, the colonel beat you to it.

“ oh! and for you, my dear. ” he pointed at you, walking to a part of the audience seats, one where it looked fancy. “ the best seat in the house. ”

elvis chuckled, standing up in the middle of the stage, while you just rolled your eyes when you knew neither of them were looking at you.

“ what she deserves. ” the colonel mutters.

elvis looked at you, again, looking for your approval.

“ it sounds good. ” you softly said, giving a smile just so elvis doesn't question you later.

the colonel laughed happily.

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you and elvis were in the suite that the hotel, so kindly, gave you.

doubt was clouding your mind, as always, while you removed your makeup for the night. your eyes catching the sight of some bottle pills next to your bag of makeup.

“ honey, you comin'? ” elvis asked from outside the bathroom door, knocking once.

“ yeah! ” you answered, throwing the used paper full of your makeup to the trash, turning off the lights. getting out of the bathroom, closing the door behind you, watching elvis sitting on the bed with a smile.

“ y' look beautiful. ” he softly said, patting the side next to him.

as you got comfortable under the covers, elvis looked at you, turning off some lights, leaving just the curtains open with the city lights slightly brightening up the room.

“ i wanted to tell you something. ”

everytime he said that, your body starts to tremble, your hands start shaking and your mouth keeps shut.

“ 'm going to leave her. ”

and that was enough for you to stand up from bed.

“ n-no, baby- listen to me, come back to bed. ”

you knew, you knew it.

he told you months ago that priscilla and him were done since you told him you didn't wanted to get between anything, that you hated to feel like the cause of someone's sadness and the worst part of it all was that he told you she didn't love him and he didn't love her, that he was just with her because of his father and that nothing happened between them.

“ i swear there is nothing between me and her! ” he screamed at you.

you were sitting on the floor, holding your head in your hands. you were sure you were in the brink of madness. he drove you crazy.

“ don't be jealous, y'know you' the only one for me. ” he whispered. the way his tone changed so easily scared you more than anything else.

you couldn't even manage to say that you weren't jealous of anything and the mere fact of him thinking that way made you even more angry. your emotions clashing with each other made you feel a rollercoaster of emotions, you felt like you couldn't breathe. he was crouching down to your level so he could 'hug' you, your head in his chest and his chin in the crown of your head.

“ you have a daughter with her.. ” you whispered back, tears flowing in your cheeks without no sound of sobbing. your body was numb, you are sure of it.

“ i will take care of it. ”

you walked quickly into the bathroom, a room you got to know as a safe place, locking yourself in.

you heard a sigh on the other side of the door, a soft knock made you start sobbing, your eyes hurted from how much you've cried since you met him.

“ baby, listen. i know i lied b-but i-. ” he scoffed, probably running his fingers through his hair. “ i couldn't leave just like that, i'm not that type of man. i needed to give her an explanation. ”

you listened with tears in your eyes, hand in your mouth so elvis couldn't hear the way your whole sadness washed away at once.

“ she cried, yes, but it would've been worse if she sued me- you! about anything. can you imagine? ”

you just shook your head, sitting in the toilet with a chilling wind passing through your body, ignoring how he so blatantly tried to make priscilla the villain of the fairytale he wanted to live with you.

“ please, darling, come out. ” a few sobs were heard. “ let me fix this. ”

you opened your door, your eyes quite red from all the crying you did.

“ you will never fix this. you never fix anything. ” you were tired of ignoring what he always did, the way he said he was going to take care of it and then just ignore the problem. “ i don't even want to be here, i want to go with my family back home, i want to go back and just forget that i ever met you. ” you pushed him aside, moving to the drawers that contained your clothes.

“ baby, stop. ”

“ 'm not your baby. ” you talked back, your hand moving to grab a dress.

when suddenly, your arm was yanked back, your chest colliding with his figure, your eyes widening as you took in how angry he looked.

“ you are my baby. ” that tone that scared you to death could be heard in his voice. but you were too angry to see it.

“ i'm. not. ” you tried to walk out but elvis tightened his grip.

“ d'you want me to make your ol' folks life a miserable hell? ” he threatened.

he used that old play move.

he said that to you when after the special he still wanted for you to move to Graceland.

he said that to you when you tried to call your daddy for him to help you out.

he said that to you after you met priscilla and tried to leave him.

and he said that to you now.

“ do you want that? you want to see your daddy begging on the streets? your momma crying to sleep in a cardboard box? ”

your tears started flowing again.

“ remember. it's because of me that your folks have some goddamn money in their names. i'm the reason why your folks have respect and are not being shamed in the street because of what your momma did. ”

you closed your eyes, believing you were still stuck in a nightmare.

when your 'relationship' with elvis became public, everyone went to your parents house. some girls trying to see if elvis was there, some boys trying to catch some glimpses of you and everyone else trying to see if there was something about the both of you that the press could give them money for.

your mother went hysterical, opening up the door and threatening everyone if they didn't left her home. everyone was scared, seeing your dad's shotgun in the middle of the living room.

it got to the newspaper, you, worried as hell, left yourself vulnerable to elvis manipulation.

telling you he would take care of it and, sadly for the future you, he did.

he paid the press a lot of money to say that it was fake news, that your mother was not crazy and that you weren't home. that you were with elvis traveling with him and that the y/l/n house must be free of stalkers and crazy fans.

“ if i was you, ” elvis continued. “ i would be grateful. and the way that i want you to be grateful is for you to be with me. to stick with me. ” his grasp in your arm was non existent in that moment but you didn't noticed, too focused in how he sweet talked his way to you again.

“ 'm not even asking for money. y'know how many people would've taken advantage of you in that moment? they could've asked you for your house, your car- everything you own! ” he moved his hands as he exclaimed. “ but not me, baby. because i love you. ” he softly said.

you were trapped.

but you decided to stay put. for your parents' sake, at least.

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after last night you couldn't risk anything, the way that elvis wins everytime is astounding.

you couldn't remember a single time that one of those fights ended with you winning.

now dressing up in some clothes elvis bought you, you could feel your body about to collapse. it was exhausting living with him and fighting everytime you didn't do something he wanted.

you entered the bathroom, leaving the door opened, searching for your lip gloss when a bottle full of pills caught your attention. grabbing it with your manicured hand, you read the paper on it.

' for exhaustion, take two of these. '

you raised your eyebrows, probably elvis' doctor gave him these.

you looked at the door, trying to hear if someone was coming near you before opening the bottle and taking three pills out — one more, just in case as you reached for a cup to fill it water, you started to convince yourself this was good.

just this time. you were tired and you needed it.

drinking the water after putting the pills in your mouth, you swallowed. closing your eyes as the bitter taste of the pills stayed in your tongue for a bit.

“ mrs y/l/n? ” you turned your head to the side while opening your eyes, nodding to some bodyguard elvis hired for you that was standing in the middle of the room; he was probably worried you ran away or something like that.

you just nodded, letting him escort you to the stage room.

they took you to the exact seat the colonel showed you and elvis before but when you sat, you realized you couldn't see almost anything. the people in front of you blocked your sight. the colonel was smart for this.

he told you days ago that you distract elvis, he no longer made eye contact with his fans, he only looked at you. he got close only in the area you were standing in. and that made some fans feel jealous, that in the colonel's book is a lose money situation.

you just sighed and asked for a drink, your pink purse that matched your outfit in the seat next to you while some memphis mafia person sat opposite to you; giving you an apologetic look which you just smiled kindly.

the show went on, with you asking for some soda and food before the bodyguard in charge of your security asked you to accompany him backstage. probably because elvis was about to finish.

as you arrived backstage you saw elvis in the same position in which he said goodbye to the audience but instead of the smile he always has performing, a frown was in his face while he was breathing heavily. he was angry.

some musicians kept saying his praises to him, some of them clapping before leaving only you, some members of the memphis mafia, elvis and the colonel.

“ jerry, take them. ” elvis said, pointing at the rest of the people who weren't you and the colonel. and in the moment where they left, elvis stood up, throwing his towel at the colonel.

“ I COULDN'T SEE HER! ” he screamed with all he had, still breathing heavily from the performance.

the colonel just kept quiet.

“ i couldn't see her. ” his fists were closed. “ and you know that makes me feel like the performance is no good. ”

“ it was good! i think she saw a lot of- ”

“ i don't give a damn what you think. ”

elvis turned around, meeting your eyes, his expression softening.

“ baby, could you see a thing? ”

now you were in a debate.

lie to elvis and say you saw all the show, making the colonel happy that you stood by his side and that would stop him from making you his target... or say the truth and see how elvis tears the colonel down.

“ no. ” you said. “ i couldn't see anything. you can ask jerry. ”

the colonel expression shifted, he was no longer confident and elvis anger was now something you could feel.

he turned to the colonel again.

“ you're fired. ” he grabbed a microphone stand from the stage and threw it to the colonel, barely missing him, making you and colonel parker scared.

“ YOU'RE FIRED, YOU SON OF A BITCH. DON'T EVER COME NEAR HER EVER AGAIN. ”

elvis screamed, now ignoring the colonel pleas to listen to his side, now walking to you; his grasp surprisingly soft when he grabbed your hand.

“ come on, darling. ” and the both of you left the stage.

while walking to the suite you both stayed in, elvis just kept apologizing as if you not seeing the show could kill you.

you could just think in how you chose to tell the truth just because you wanted to see how elvis treated the colonel. just cruel-.

“ will you ever forgive me? ”

“ elvis, it's fine, really. next time you perform i'll see it. ”

“ of course you'll see it, i'll be the one to give you the next seat. ”

he just entered the room, starting to take off his suit, which meant that the conversation was over. you took your cue and started undressing as well to get ready for the night.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️⌗‹ 🌼 ¯ ೫₊˚✧୨⌗‹ ¯ ೫₊˚✧⌗‹ ¯ ೫₊˚✧୨⌗‹ 🌼¯ ೫₊˚✧୨

elvis was in the process to ending the contract with the colonel, hiring this good lawyer steve binder recommended, threatening to make public the way he made him work countless times and how he took half of his money. the colonel was smart enough to not fight so much about it.

steve binder started working for him, with some other people that elvis trusted, now guaranteeing elvis a good way to keep his career safe.

he had to make a final show in the international hotel, just because of his fans.

you were now sitting in the seat the colonel and the manager of the hotel were sitting just a few days ago, smiling unconsciously at elvis performing. he had a place in some part of your heart, you sadly recognized.

when he was about to wrap up he suddenly asked for the crowd to keep quiet, everyone obeying.

“ thank you, thank you. ” he said between breaths, a hand in his hip while the other one was holding the microphone. “ i just wanted to- i have a surprise. ”

everyone cheered at that, you frowned; looking at jerry who just smiled.

“ so, as i said before, my beautiful girl is here. ” he pointed at where you sat, the same anxious feeling returning to your body which you covered with a 'shy' smile hearing how some people clapped while others whistled. elvis chuckled. “ yeah, a beauty, am i right? ”

you mouthed a thank you, blowing a kiss which he caught with his fist, a smile decorating his features, keeping his fist close to his heart. he loved how tame you were.

suddenly he jumped out of the stage, people gasping around you as he got closer to where you were.

“ darling, i've been wanting to ask you this for a long time. ”

you frowned for a few seconds, tilting your head to the side.

elvis just smiled wider, kneeling in one knee. “ will you marry me? ” you gasped, standing up, and the crowd too, both of you surprised at how he asked it.

you didn't expected this. what the fuck is going on.

“ elvis... ” you whispered, your hands started shaking, hoping for earth to swallow you whole.

chants of 'say yes!' were invading your ears, suddenly feeling everything so close that it made you breath heavily as if yourself did a performance.

“ give 'em what they want. ”

this man had the impudence to say that close to the microphone, making everyone cheer. when you and him knew this was what he wanted.

“ please... don't make me do this. ” you said back, closing your eyes for a few seconds, trying not to cry so people didn't got the wrong impression — you crying would be because you hated this not because you loved it.

elvis just smiled.

as if it was a movie, your life flashed right in front of your eyes.

how you went to school with the hopes of being the better worker at your dream job.

how you started working as a waitress to keep your family out of poverty.

how you befriended the girl who took you to his show.

how you were one of the many people who were hypnotized by elvis presley.

how you smiled and encouraged him at his obsessive ways to get you.

how you obeyed what he ordered you to do because of fear.

and now this.

“ y-yes. ” you shakily said into the mic he shoved in your face.

what happened after was a blur.

#yandere austin!elvis x reader #yandere austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #yandere!elvis x reader #austin!elvis fic #elvis 2022

[simplepotatofarmer]

Hi! Sorry if this is a bit deep and ramble-y but it’s just something that’s been on my mind. Have you ever doubted defending dream?

Sometimes I feel like I’m wrong for feeling bad for him. I feel like I get where some ppl are coming from when they say why they hate him but then am horrified by what they do with that hatred.

I keep telling myself that it’s normal to feel empathy for someone that you could see was facing a lot of shit. I felt bad for him in April, but also felt bad for feeling bad because everyone was saying how he was a horrible person who deserved horrible things. Looking back, and reading some ppls reflections on it, it’s much more obvious how April specifically was just an obscene hate campaign, but even then I have moments of doubt just because of how universal the idea of dream always being in the wrong seems to be, especially in this community.

Even with the most recent incident, where I did step away for a while, I felt bad for him and his friends for the things their fans were doing. But then I also felt bad for feeling bad because so many ppl on here say that the extreme means are necessary.

Even though I am more of a causal fan, I don’t want to live in an echo chamber and I think the ppl in the fandom who I do follow (like you) are pretty rational about everything. I’ve tried following other ppl but there’s just this everpresent hatred of him that I don’t like seeing everyday on my dash. But I again feel wrong for feeling that way. It’s all just frustrating.

i was going to sleep but this is actually a really important ask, in my humble opinion.

the short answer is no.

the long answer is absolutely not, i've never regretted defending him over the things i have defended him over because even if he was a terrible person and not like, a dude none of us know personally who is not perfect and makes mistakes and is sometimes a fucking idiot, those would still be things i would defend him for.

defending someone against absolutely vile queerphobia is never something i'd regret because it's quite simply just the right thing to do. erasing someone's identity because you don't like them is wrong, point blank. blair white or caitlynn jenner are no less deserving of respect as trans women than any other woman.

defending dream against ableism is always gonna be the right thing because you don't have to be a good person to deserve not to be treated awfully due to your neurodivergence.

and like, there's been things i've defended dream on where i don't completely agree with him. i think he's been a little baby sometimes when it comes to mcc but when people were saying shit like he was '''manipulating''' us and noxcrew because he said he didn't want to play in mcc if he had to play buildmart, yeah i'm going to point out that's a batshit take. someone venting and being frustrated isn't manipulation, he was just throwing a tantrum. touch grass yada yada.

and when it comes to my belief that people can be racist in the past and change, that still applies! i still think dream actively tried to be better! he grew up in a bigoted environment, is open about his racist past (and fucking uses the word racist/bigoted, thank god) and is actively working to be better.

that's always going to be true and frankly, i think it's not only weird but extremely telling that a LOT of white people who had formerly defended him suddenly switched up. it just shows that it was never about the harm done and poc but whether or not you liked some white boy.

but i digress.

the thing is, anon, i get why you feel this way. this fandom and online culture as a whole lately is wrought with the belief that consumption of media is a reflection of your morals. that consuming the right media and being a fan of the right sort of person is akin to activism.

it's not. it doesn't fucking matter. there's no righteousness in hating dream. you can certainly be valid in hating him! there's a lot of reasons to dislike him or hate him or feel he shouldn't have a platform. i might not agree with it all but i can see it.

the problem is.... i see why you feel like this and that is genuinely so sad and messed up because how did we get to the point where queerphobia or ableism or body shaming is totally okay as long as it's a certain group and to where people doubt themselves when they think it's wrong! it is wrong but i completely understand why anyone would second guess themselves.

as it stands right now, i don't regret it because i feel it's right. i'm always going to feel it's right.

if something comes out tomorrow and it turns out that it really is more than some instagram dms and the questionable choice of giving out his private snapchat, then i won't be defending him.

but i still wouldn't regret any of my past defense because my defense isn't conditional, my belief that people can grow isn't conditional, and my opinion on things like fandom's queerphobia and misuse of terms like 'grooming' would still stand.

#loyal answers things #dreamwastaken #long post #anon if you feel anger in my words please know it's not directed at you #it's directed at everyone who has made you second guess yourself #anyway. i love you <3 <3 if you need anything else let me know

[magicalmanhattanproject]

hey y'all remember soul eater? i just randomly remembered soul eater existed and then my brain got taken over by cubitos about it. if you don't remember soul eater, the important thing to know is that some people can shapeshift into magical weapons wielded by partners called meisters. technically anyone can become a meister, but it is a thing you do have to train to do while being a weapon is something you're born with. anyway, this first post is just characters' first impressions of each other and i'll make another post with more secrets and truths if ppl are interested (i was gonna make it this one but this post is getting Long)

First Residents

FitMC and Spreen

Spreen is a cocky and extremely well trained meister who is used to working with his brother Missa or his Good Pal Roier who are both relatively laid back and used to his shenanigans. He absolutely deserves to be cocky given how absurdly skilled he is, but he clashes badly with fiercely independent, reserved, and paranoid grenade launcher Fit of 2b2t. Fit sees Spreen as an entitled brat and they simply do not vibe with each other well enough for Spreen to wield him.

Fit will let Ramón wield him fairly freely because it's important for kids to learn these things early, but prefers to handle any situation where Ramón might actually be in danger by himself.

Quackity Luzu and Wilbur

Quackity is a single chainsaw in search of a meister. Luzu and Wilbur are both meisters not in search of weapons. Luzu has his own shit going on with an AI taking over his body sometimes so he's mostly out of the picture. Wilbur was trained as a meister by his father but isn't all that interested in the job and just wants to play music. Besides, he has skinny little noodle arms and chainsaws are heavy and hard to wield.

Neither Tilín and Talluluh have ever received any formal meister training.

Philza and Missa

Phil is an old and skilled meister in need of a new weapon. Missa is a macuahuitl of pretty middling experience. He's certainly not incompetent and he and Phil are capable of working together well enough, but it's hard to get to know each other well enough to truly bond when Missa isn't around very often. Still, they probably have the most effective combat record out of any of the Federation assigned partnerships.

Chayanne is also a macuahuitl and the only weapon among the eggs. He is far more eager to learn the craft than either of his parents are for him to learn.

Slime and Mariana

Slime and Mariana are probably the Least effective duo in combat. They're both weapons, for one thing. Mariana is an extraordinarily powerful gauntlet and Slime is a 9mm glock. Mariana has at least a bare minimum of meister training, but neither of them are actually like. Any good at it. Or very good at being weapons for that matter. Or in tune with each others' wavelengths enough to wield each other. At least they're trying.

Juanaflippa could dual wield her papas on the rare occasions she could get them to both show up for her.

Roier and Jaiden

These two are another weapon4weapon pair but much stabler than Slime and Mariana. Jaiden is a scythe but she's always had an interest in learning how to be a meister. Roier has learned a trick or two from Spreen that he's willing to pass along and he's got enough experience as a weapon on his own to cover for her if she messes up. He's a backsword and he's learned how to wield himself and gotten pretty good at it, especially since Spreen betrayed him.

Bobby preferred his guns to wielding either of his parents and never got any formal meister training either.

DanTDM and Maximus

Maxo knows that he's a meister and that SOFIA isn't a weapon. That's all he can say for sure. He never knew Dan or Trump well enough to say.

BadBoyHalo

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Whatever he knows, he won't give a straight answer about it. Everyone is pretty sure his counterpart is probably Skeppy.

Dapper has been seen to wield an array of different red and black or cyan colored weapons when Bad isn't around, but so far Bad has always had an alibi and there's no solid proof Skeppy even exists.

Foolish and Vegetta

A pair of outliers. Foolish is an ex-meister long since turned pacifist and Vegetta exclusively wields weapons that don't shapeshift into humans. He says it's because he has no time for weapon drama <- the most dramatic bitch on the island.

Leo is very skilled with many weapons, but again, not the kind that shapeshift into people.

The Brazilians

Mike and Pac

One of the strongest partnerships on the island, these two have been fighting together forever. Pac is Mike's egg, but also his trusty rifle. Mike is a decent sniper, but mostly Pac just gets waved in peoples' faces when Mike is mad about something. Pac can reload himself absurdly fast, but also will frequently just jam himself and refuse to fire if Mike is making decisions he doesn't agree with.

Cellbit Forever and Felps

Felps is the rare meister who will dual wield weapons who don't come paired already. He spent years with Cellbit, a main gauche dagger, and the pair of them got along fine. A lot of what he did was keep Cellbit's bloodlust in check, but it worked. Then they added Forever, a rapier, to their little trio and Cellbit found his comfortable place as a parrying dagger defending Felps with Forever on the offensive.

Richarlyson

A baby meister in training, Richas is learning the most from Felps since Mike has been keeping his distance since the bull incident. At least he was before Felps went missing.

The French

Kameto

Kameto is a self wielding guillotine perfectly capable of handling himself, so wherever he's gotten himself off to, he's probably fine.

Antoine and Baghera

Antoine and Baghera are easily the least experienced pair on the island, but they make up for that with their sharp intelligence and the fact that they have excellent mentors. Antoine is a poleaxe with Baghera as his meister.

Etoiles and Aypierre

Etoiles and Aypierre aren't the most experienced pair on the island, but they're close to the most experienced working with each other and definitely the most dangerous. They were mentoring Antoine and Baghera when the plane crashed. Etoiles is a bec de corbin so he has a lot of relevant experience for Antoine. He is also extremely independent and capable of wielding himself to the point where he sometimes gets mistaken for a shapeshifting weapon. Between that and Pierre using non-magic weapons like Vegetta, they both spend more time apart than together.

Pomme

Pomme is going to be a meister someday, but for now, Etoiles is just teaching her how to the individual weapons that make up him and Antoine since he can defend her better on her own than by trying to have her wield him.

#sorrelposting #qsmp #qsmp soul eater