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jaxypaxyhaxy · 6 months

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You said we don't want to hear your essay about the symbolism in this picture, and actually, I wanna hear it.

(Omg literally marry me 🥹 nobody ever cares or like wants to hear my symbolism rants🥹🫶)

After it wrote this: just letting yall know, I’m sorry, you asked for this, you’ve brought this on yourself. Much love, I apologize

Ok so I’m gunna break it down by the most obvious to least obvious (at least to me)

1) the “APPEAR”

Ok ok ok, so we all know this is something Tori does around Charlie often. Yk, “older sister magic”? Yeah so I think there could be like 2 things going on here. A) Micheal has been able to appear the whole time, Or B) Micheal has picked up this trait from Tori. If the former is true and Micheal has been able to appear the whole time, like how can you tell me they aren’t perfect for eachother. Not even necessarily romantically either but like they are soulmates. I think the original appear of Tori symbolizes how people don’t always notice when she enters a room. Like there are people who have all eyes on them, and then there’s Tori who you might not even know is there because of how she enters a room. Idk I just think it’s a good way to describe her, a silent entrance. BUT if the latter is true, and Micheal picked up this trait from Tori, hoo boy like I could literally talk abt this for an hour. Ok ok so I think I present a good argument abt how Tori and Micheal both kinda want what the other has (at least at the start) if that makes any sense. Like Tori is this “manically depressed psychopath” who doesn’t seem to give a single shit about what others think or feel or dislike about her ( granted it’s because she’s too busy struggling to keep herself alive and worrying about her siblings but still she just doesn’t seem to give a single flying fuck ). But as all my solitaire girlies know, Micheal gets extremely angry at times because of his performance on the ice and how he’s perceived by other people (like judges definitely). I think it almost seems like Micheal cares so much about how he’s perceived, and what others feel about him, or what other people have to say about him. I think (at least it feels a bit like this to me) that Micheal aspires to have Tori’s level of IDGAF and he kind of analyzes and watches her and how she is just herself. ( And like obviously we know Tori’s life is extremely fucked up and depressing and I think we can all agree we would just like to comfort her endlessly, so I’m not saying Micheal romanticizes her life and wants it and wishes it was his, but I think that’s part of what caught his eye abt her at the beginning. ) that took a really long time to get to my point but like yeah I think if he did pick it up from her is because he (not in a creepy way) watched her and how she moves through everyday life. Like HE PAYS ATTENTION! He pays attention to her and has continued to pay attention even more so after the events of the book because he cares about her and loves her.

2) the lines showing how he appears

Ok so we all know that Tori appears like this:

But Micheal is much more animated in his appearance, with longer lines and no asterisks. This is true and translates nicely into their individual personalities as well. 1 way is Tori appears like she wasn’t there but then she was, and Micheal appears like he popped up from the ground. I’m gunna break down my other point because it’s a lot.

Their emotions ( including breakdowns and general expression ): ok, so Tori often has an array of emotions and feelings and thoughts all spinning in her head at once (I could talk more abt this so just lmk if u want me to) and it makes it harder at least for me the reader to designer her feelings from time to time yk? But like Micheal, his emotions are intelligible in the book and you can usually put a name or two to what he’s feeling whether it’s hurt or anger yk? I kinda look at it like

Tori: small, silent symbol ( as she doesn’t often talk about her feelings with many ppl ) and many lines that represent her emotion soup. ( each line representing one emotion yk? )

Micheal: long, obvious, concise lines. ( he is emotionally intelligent enough to know what he’s feeling but not necessarily control or understand them ) like Tori each line represents one emotion but also Micheal’s are much larger and obvious. I believe live this can represent his struggle to control and maintain his feelings. I also just wanna say I believe the two long lines represent his anxiety about posing his question, and being angry or upset about the whether society puts on dating (as mentioned in he’s rant to Charlie’s gang) and I think the smaller lines are like part happy or excited almost because like hes at a super fun event with the girl he really likes, and people who are super nice to him; and the other small line I think is sadness because (as previously mentioned) Micheal doesn’t seem to handle rejection well but he also doesn’t have meant friends and he would be so so so sad if he messed it up with Tori the one girl who actually got him and cares about him yk? Idk that’s just my over analysis of the way he appeared.

3) his hair

His hair is scruffy and messy, and I’ve seen Alice draw hair like messier when someone is anxious or upset abt something so I just wanted to put that out there

4) Charlie and Tao

I WANAN FOCUS SPECIFICALLY ON TAO FOR A MINUTE THANK YOU VERY MUCH

Okay look at Taos face!! ( I know ur not gunna scroll all the way back up so I’ll help )

Alr anyways LOOK AT HIM. THE UTTER SKEPTICISM IN HIS EXPRESSION IS JUST SO AHHAHHAHAHHHHHHHH

(This is my head canons and over analyzing just kinda mushed into a pie abt why I think this has so much weight so bear with me) The reason I am absolutely feral about this is because Tao has known Charlie (and inevitably Tori) for years on years on years like he is THE childhood best friend and I have an array of pictures in my head what happened after solitaire. Charlie 100% had a panic attack, no question. I would too, I think anyone would if their older sister tried to kill themselves honestly. But anyways I think Nick helped but Tao helped much more in that certain scenario. I’m not sure exactly when Charlie talks to Tao after the events of solitaire but he definitely does and he blames himself for not noticing sooner she was depressed or suicidal. Tao kinda convinces him there’s not much you can do in those situations and sometimes we don’t recognize it in time if we recognize it at all. But basically long story short Tao knows about everything with Tori and Micheal on the roof. That’s what that was leading up to sry. Ok BUT where I’m going with this is that just like Tao was protective over Charlie with Nick, he is 1000% just as protective over Tori (bc she’s like his platonic older sister in law) so he will occasionally watch Micheal and make sure he’s being good like he did with Nick.

There’s also the very real possibility I’m reading much to far into this and he’s just confused because Micheal appeared and bumped into him BUT STILL, I’m gunna choose to live in delusion

Charlie: Hes visibly confused and I just know in my bones it’s because he doesn’t know why Micheal is with them instead of hanging with Tori and Ollie. That’s it, that’s all I wanted to say abt Charlie bc I just find that rly fucking cute

That’s all I think… for now at least. Much love, hope you enjoyed 🫶🫶

#my insane ass picture analysis #I look like a sociopath #I’m so sorry #michaelholdenisbetterthanyou #micheal holden #alice oseman #tori spring #tpring #heartstopper update #heartstopper #tori and michael

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willows-woes · 1 year

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had an idea to draw tori under the broken lamppost in front of her home in the lashing rain at night shocked after michael called her a "manically depressed psychopath" but i remembered i can't draw people to save my life

#and I'd do this instead of my 3 missing art assignments

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lonely-girl-1612 · 8 months

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Tori and Jimmy are the perfect group of manically depressed psychopaths but thay Need a third member and i don‘t know who help

#i was born for this #osemanverse #solitaire #tori spring

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fearthefluff · 1 year

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Fantasy Romance Recommendations Pt.2

This is list number 2 and it will be focusing on Urban Fantasy and Contemporary romance with fantasy elements. For more traditional Fantasy recs, check list 1! Maybe it will help someone somewhere. XD ***Some of the books listed here are not Romance novels officially but all have romance and have HFN or HEA endings Urban Fantasy Romance (Paranormal Romance)

Hidden Legacy Series by Ilona Andrews 2 Trilogies Nevada Baylor is a Truthseeker; she is able to tell when people lie. When her family's detective agency is tasked with apprehending a powerful fire wielding psychopath, it puts them on the path of collision with the powerful magical elite who rules Houston. Guildcodex Series by Annette Marie 4 Series. Spellbound, Demonized, Unveiled and Wraped. When feisty redhead Tori landed a job at a sketchy pub, she had no idea she'd just joined a magic guild. And the three guys she drenched with a margarita during her first shift? Yeah, they were mages. She's about to get a crash course in the world of magic and mythics. Mercernary Librarians Trilogy by Kit Rocha Meet the Mercenary Librarians: a trio of information brokers who join forces with a squad of elite super-soldiers to use their knowledge to help the hopeless in a dystopian post-apocalyptic United States ruled by a corporate autocracy. Psy-Changeling Series by Nalini Singh A world shared by Changeling, a race of animal shifters , the Psy, a race of powerful psychic who live without emotions and Humans. Tension between the 3 races are rising. The Firebrand Series by Helen Harper Emma, an aspiring detective, is placed with the Supernatural Squad in London. Soon she is brutally murdered by an unknown assailant, wakes up twelve hours later in the morgue – and is very much alive. Contemporary Romance with Fantasy Elements The Dead Romantic by Ashley Poston Florence Day is the ghostwriter for one of the most prolific romance authors in the industry, and she has a problem... she no longer believes in love. Then her new editor shows up at her front door as a ghost. Romance is most certainly dead... but so is her new editor, and his unfinished business will have her second-guessing everything she’s ever known about love stories. The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna A warm and uplifting novel about an isolated witch whose opportunity to embrace a quirky new family--and a new love--changes the course of her life. A Stitch in Time by Kelley Armstrong Thorne Manor has always been haunted...and it has always haunted Bronwyn Dale. As a young girl, Bronwyn could pass through a time slip in her great-aunt’s house, where she visited William Thorne, a boy her own age, born two centuries earlier.

#Fantasy Romance Recommendations Pt.2 #fantasy romance #fantasy #romance #fantasy books #urban fantasy #paranormal romance #ilona andrews #annette marie #kit rocha #nalini singh #helen harper #ashley poston #sangu mandanna #kelley armstrong

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final-girl96 · 1 year

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Twenty-Nine

Authors Note: A/P/Y= Actor Playing You

Two Days Later

"Are you sure you should be out doing stuff?" Randy asked. I rolled my eyes and sighed. It's only been two days since the fucking killer tried to off me in the hospital. Yesterday Sidney saw him while she was at rehearsal. She said he was in with the people wearing the masks but then disappeared. She has detectives following her around now. I do too. But I made sure to tell them they better stay as far back as possible.

"I'll be fine, Ray. I'm literally going to be with you and Dewey. It's broad daylight, killers usually don't attack in the daytime," I told him. "Besides, I got things one and thing two following me around as well." I hitched a thumb over my shoulder and he turned around and waved. "They gonna follow you until he's caught?" Randy asked. I hummed as we walked into the cafeteria where we were to meet Dewey.

After getting milk shakes we sat down at a table away from anyone else. They had an interview with Tori Spelling and A/P/Y about them playing Sidney and I in Stab. "This is such shit!" I said. Gale made me look like I was aware that my boyfriend was a fucking psychopath. Randy and Dewey started to talk about potential suspects and rules for a sequel. I couldn't bring myself to even pay attention.

Not when a blond headed asshole caught my eye. I saw him across the room sitting in the very back corner. He had his glasses on again, black tee-shirt and jeans. I smiled spread across his face when he saw me looking at him. "Maybe it's Stu. Maybe he came back first yn."

That caught my attention and I looked at Dewey. "What?" I asked. "Have you gotten any calls or anything from Stu Macher? Or have you seen him at all?" He asked. I shook my head, "um…no. No, I haven't gotten anything from him. And if he is around I haven't seen him. He'd probably change his look wouldn't he?" I could feel the anxiety bubbling up inside of me. I look back over to where Stu was but he was gone.

After we talked and finished our milkshakes we met up with Gale and her cameraman, Joel. Gale's phone kept ringing and she kept hanging up on the person calling. When I rang again Randy picked it up, pissed that whoever kept calling couldn't take a hint. But then he stopped and pulled the phone down. "It's him."

"Who?" I asked. "The killer." The four of us looked at each other and then decided we split up. Gale went with Dewey and I went with Randy while he kept talking to the killer. It was hard to tell who was on the other end when everyone sitting around seemed to be on the phone. The killer said something that pissed Randy off then he went off on a rant about them being a copycat before trashing Billy and Stu.

We were near Gales news van when the sliding door opened and someone yanked Randy inside. "No! Randy!" I tried the door but it was locked. "Fucker!" I yelled and reached through the open window on the passenger side only to have my arm cut. "Fuck!" I jumped when Randy was pushed so hard against the sliding door that the window shattered but didn't completely break. I yanked the door open, crawling over the seat and into the back.

I wrapped my arm around the killer's neck from behind to try and get them off of Randy. He let go of him and pushed back so I was slammed against the door making the window shatter completely. I lost my grip on him and he quickly hopped over the seat and took off. I groaned in pain and crawled over to Randy, putting pressure on the knife wound close to his neck.

"You're going to be fine. You're going to be fine. I let go and pulled my jacket off to use as a compression, putting his hand there and telling him to put pressure on it. I opened the sliding door and yelled. "Dewey! Dewey!" I turned back around replacing my hand with Randy's. He had been stabbed multiple times but I was more worried about the wound I was putting pressure on. It was awfully close to the main artery in his neck.

"Dewey!" I screamed. Randy's blood hand wrapped around my wrist as he tried to speak. "Shh. Don't talk. Don't talk, okay. You're going to be fine, Ray." I heard footsteps running towards us and turned my head to see Dewey, Gale, and Joel. Gale screamed and Joel passed out. "Call 911! Hurry!" I yelled. Dewey nodded and quickly went to grab some random person's phone.

After spending hours in the hospital with Randy the detectives assigned to me took me back to my dorm. "We'll be here if you need anything." I thanked them and walked up to my room. When I got inside I locked the door and let out a heavy sigh. My hands and clothes were still covered in blood and a white bandage covered my arm. I rested my forehead against the door and took a couple deep breaths.

"And where have you been? I've been waiting for fucking hours." I jumped and spun around. My heart was pounding out of my chest. "Jesus. What the fuck happened?!" Stu rushed over to me, grabbing me by the shoulders and looking me over. "Baby, what happened?" I shook my head and pushed him away. "Did you…was it you?"

"Was what me?" He asked. "Did you…did you try to kill Randy?" His face fell into confusion and he slowly shook his head. "No. Baby, what happened?" Tears started to stream down my face and he pulled me into his chest. "How about you go take a shower. Then we can watch a movie or just lay in bed." I sniffled and nodded my head. What I couldn't see was the smirk he had on his face.

I moved away from him, grabbed my shower stuff and left for the showers. When I got back Stu was sitting on the couch, arms stretched across the back, head tilted back, and eyes closed. I softly closed the door and locked it. My mind started to race with thoughts and I fought with myself for a few minutes before I let my towel drop to the floor.

His eyes flew open when I settled myself on his lap, hands going to grip my hips. "What do you need, baby? Hmm?" I pulled at the bottom of his shirt and he got the hint, pulling it open up over his head and throwing it beside him. His thumb came in contact with my clit and I gasped. "I'm going to make you feel good, baby. That what you want?" I nodded my head and pressed my lips to his. My hands blindly reaching for the button of his pants.

"In a rush, sweetheart?" He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down, kicking them off. His hard cock laid against his stomach before he wrapped his hand around it and positioned me over him. He teased me with the tip of his cock, running it between my wet slit before pushing inside of me. I sank down on him, the both of us moaning at the feeling.

I knew I shouldn't have been doing this. I could have told Dewey the truth. I could have told him Stu was here and that I've seen him several times. But no, I'm fucking him after my best friend was just almost killed. But it felt too good. Having Stu take care of me like this. Having him fucking me in a way only he could. There will be no other guy in this world that will make me feel the way he does.

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cassedyevihtt · 8 months

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Study of Alice Oseman's writing style

I just finished reading and listening through Solitaire. I have read and seen heartstopper too many times to count.

The book was funny and serious and pessimistic. One can see that she focuses on being relatable and down to earth. Like micheal holden and tori arent just lovers bc of their genders or some bullshit lik some hollywood movies operates.

Qoute from book: page 163

He's annoying me now. A lot. "Jesus fucking christ! I know I'm a stupid twattish pessimist, but stop acting like I'm some kind of manically depressed psycopath!"

And then suddenly - like a wind change or a bump in the road or the moment that makes you scream in a horrorfilm - suddenly he's an entirely different person. His smile dies and the blue and green of his eyes darken. He clenches his fist and he snarls. He actually SNARLS at me. "Mayb you ARE a MANICALLY DEPRESSED PSYCHOPATH." I freeze, stunned, wanting to be sick.

Commentary

She uses alotta words like dead and died and dies. I think that makes it funny because of how typical it is for Tori the character to do that. What do you guys think?

I will tag peanuts cuz i ate that while writing this post.

#heartstopper #solitaire #solitaire book #solitaire alice oseman #alice oseman #book qoute #book review #book #peanuts #tori spring #micheal holden #charlie spring #review #book analysis #book analyse

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autisticheadcanons · 6 months

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Victoria "Tori" Spring and Michael Holden from Solitaire are autistic.

Tori:

-She's very quiet and deadpan/monotone, and she doesn't really see the purpose of being social. Her (only) friend even jokingly congratulates her on being able to hold a conversation with someone.

-Safe food is diet lemonade. It's like the only thing she consumes in the entire book.

-One of the main themes of Solitaire is Tori herself, and this is shown through her past hyperfixations. The most notable is Star Wars, but there's also music and other things (she mentions how she becomes super fixated on a song and it's the only thing she listens to until she gets tired of it).

-She doesn't understand other people, much less herself, and is constantly questioning why they are the way they are.

-She has extreme black and white thinking and is constantly putting people into boxes. She's very observant of their behavior and actions, though she can't quite comprehend them.

-Despite her black and white thinking, Tori is constantly seeing things from different perspectives than other people (ex: her essays on Pride and Prejudice)

-She's blunt and is acutely aware of what's socially acceptable for people her age, as if she's had to learn it.

-She despises talking on the phone because it takes away her ability to just sit and say nothing while the other person says whatever they need to.

-She feels different than everyone she encounters, and the first person she truly connects with on a level where she sort of sees herself in him is Michael.

-She's always thinking about how her social life would be if she wasn't so awkward and pessimistic all of the time.

Michael:

-His special interest is definitely speed skating, but he also really enjoys literature, reading all of the books that Tori has but refuses to read.

-He loses control of his emotions sometimes, and says things he doesn't mean, such as calling Tori a "manically depressed psychopath." He has a meltdown when he places second in a race and fails to qualify for the next round.

-He's always pondering the most abstract things and asking random questions that nobody else really thinks of, always seeing things from multiple standpoints.

-He was a bit of an outcast at his old school, and a lot of people openly find him weird and are put off by his personality.

-Safe food is tea. Like Tori has diet lemonade, he's always got a cup of tea.

-He becomes extremely set on becoming Tori's friend even if it kills her, and he doesn't understand why she seems so blatantly bothered by the idea of it.

-He indirectly talks about masking to Tori by saying that "normal" is something that they both have to actively try to bring out for other people.

-He doesn't do well in school despite how smart he actually is. He says he doesn't understand test-taking and believes skating is what's going to get him places in life, not school. His grades aren't reflective of his perceptive, observant, and analytical nature.

-He doesn't have any friends, but Tori is the first person he really connected with on a personal level, and he's constantly looking at how she sees the world and challenging those views.

#submission #victoria spring #micheal holden #solitaire #actuallyautistic #autistic headcanon

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tottentz · 1 year

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* THE ENORMITY OF MY DESIRE

a thoma of hoyoverse's genshin impact & female reader by tori !

sometimes, thoma feels that your husband may hate him. he was okay, and he didn't care to obligued, especially since you praise him so sweetly it leaves him out of breath, especially after he saw you naked one morning.

WARNINGS ¡! modern ! au, infidelity, mild choking, unprotected sex + creampie, kinda humiliation w/ praising, sub ! thoma & dom ! reader, dry humping, hand job, light breeding, lil dumbification, thoma refers to reader as milady.*

mature content present ! + there will be no further warning, so you must read at your own discretion

at times, thoma feels that your husband may hate him.

it's more of a hunch than anything less (── really. ), because then there's you.

you treath him, like, well. you eat breakfast, grateful and praising him for how good it is and then you drink coffee and talk to him for a while. and then the sun rises and you are off to shower and get dressed. then you come back presentable── dressed up and sugary, sweet, and full of delight.

the scent is refreshing, he can taste your perfume against the roof of his mouth and promptly discern a distinct serge of tart that has his heart fluttering and stomach reeling in boisterous waves of ecstasy because he never gets over how pretty you are. he has a bento for you and everythings ready for you and you smile to him again / even if your husband rudely remarks about his broccoli.

it is okay── thoma was okay. he doesn't really question the sincerity of your marriage, and so he didn't care to obligued.

maybe it's because you reward thoma so much. you never make him feel unappreciated and he likes that. you notice every little detail in his careful crafts, in the food he cooks, in everything and you praise him so sweetly it leaves him out of breath and thoma hates himself for getting so comfortable with you but he can't help himself.

he realised it especially after he saw you half naked one morning.

it was an accident / trust him / no one is usually home at that time, you and your husband are at work, so it cought him off guard when he stepped on your room.

you were barely clothed (not really── no at all, not in that moment. he already knows. ), with just a underwear as rivulets of shower water drip down your back. thoma was feverish; burning from the tips of his toes to his reddened ears. his cheeks were blushed. a deep salmon hue prettily flared his face and accentuates his emerald optics which were blown, widened with awe, as if devouring something delectable; heavenly and too saintly for his sinful hands.

was he even witnessing anything, or was he stuck inside of an alarmingly realistic feverish dream? even when all he could see was your back, your hair was slightly damp and reflected the light provided by one of the many lamps overhead, adding to the impression that thoma was unintentionally attending an advertisement in real life. it didn't take a lot of persuasion, though. thoma would buy whatever product made him want to run his hands through your hair this badly without a second thought. he even wanted to tug at the strands and rub them between his fingers like a psychopath.

he had to use all his willpower to not let go of the laundry basket once you turned back and face him, moving his neck away.

"my... my apologies, milady── i should have know you were here," thoma gulped away his nervousness, optics dancing around the room to locate a suitable distraction.

"oh, my bad." you said instead, a soft laugh escaping you as you viewed the dumbfounded expression on his face. "good afternoon, by the way" and you closed the door in his face, with a cocky grin cracked upon your lips, slanted and filled with an undying self-confidence and proudness at the display before him.

focus was much too hard to obtain. he could feel you lingering even with your bedroom door closed. heavy pheromone pooled amongst the expanse, flooding the bedroom with a candied perfume that drugged thoma's conscience by drowning his sense with a sweet nectar that nearly tipped him towards an intoxicated state as if he were a drunkard.

he bite his lips a little too hard── no, no, he can't think of you like that. you are his boss, you pay him. and there was another, blunt but nonetheless nagging thought gnawing at the back of his thoughts, becoming louder and louder until it practically screeched: why is his cock throbbing at the image of your body?

you are so pretty. your skin was practically glowing underneath the illumination too, dotted with a few moles he wanted to count for some incomprehensible reason. something in his brain short-circuited at that, throwing him for another loop, because he did not know how to deal with the current situation in the most favorable manner.

he wonder if you noticed the change in atmosphere since then, the way he avoid coming close to you, and if you did, you don't bring the topic ( he doubts this has any effect on you )

but, god, the effect it has on him. thoma who is ceaselessly tranced and subject to enchantment is perpetually perceived as infatuated; bewitched. subject to time, he is spellbound; consumed with imagery that fuels his crave for a singular desire.

thoma couldn't help himself / again / his stare descends with a determined will, falling over every rounding and arched feature your facial adorns. he has to etch any blemishes and discoloration into memory. every asset is an additional detail solely unique to your character. he's compelled, driven, to stall for a moment more and appreciate the mere sight.

he has been swooned, he can't seem to think of anything else that he probably had missed most of whatever your husband was rambling on about that morning and felt a bit guilty for ignoring him like this, hoping he wasn't the cause of your husband's decision to be absent for the rest of the night nor taken any offense in his behavior, but no matter how many times he forcedly turned his head away, no matter how hard he buried his nails into the supple skin of his palm: his focus kept slipping back to the half-naked you that had invaded his mind, sticking to you without leaving him any choice at all. it was positively maddening.

"oh, you're still here" there you are. the sly grin that tugged the crinkled corners of your lips split into a smile whenever discerning visage of thoma's nearing stature. "it's late, i thought you were heading home."

you say, voice soft - the moment seems to demand it, yes, with how strange and gentle this is / how strange and gentle you are, a small gasp escape his lips.

"yes. i was just finishing cleaning the studio" he takes a second to momentarily discern the mellow gaze you gift his visual. "sorry for the intromission. "

you don't even take a second to respond, your laughter charmingly ringing out into the room."what a sweet boy you are, dear. what do you need from me?"

the praise has him weak at the knees, but he steels himself, biting his tongue with enough force that he fear it may bleed. terms shouldn't have resulted in consequence such as this. "it's part of my job, milady, you don't need──"

"you've been thinking about me," you say truthfully, and the way you hold is hand / it's warm, softer than he imagined / shouldn't have been able to make thoma feel as warm as it did. you are pulling him close, almost too close. you collide with his chest, neck craning upwards to look at him. "it's cute that you think you can lie to me."

"i-" he feels like everything suddenly stops. he is doused in cold, cold water and burning at the same time as his stomach suddenly twisted in knots. "milady, i just──"

"i know, thoma." your silken lashes flutter at your movement and sealed into a closed-eyed smile while your arms surround his torso. he can leave, but he felt so powerless to even try. "i'm not that innocent."

the rest of his words die off like a burning candle in the last runs of its waxy life. "i──"

"tell me what do you want, thoma"

he didn't mean to be reckless, but he saw your lips painted in gloss and he lose it; because suddenly he leans to taste it; you, the one whose presence still persists on his lips as candied residue. thomas cupidbow lips are soft, mendable, and doughy when pressed against your own. he chases after your touch with low dips of his nape, peppering chaste butterfly kisses to your skin before he loses himself to something guttural; feral.

you're diving towards his parted lips as his hands fervently claw at your hips, tongue swiping at his bottom lip when you falter, candy catching your tongue and washing your senses with a gratifying syrup that has you repeating the action once more until he is falling apart to even notice that you are leading him to your bedroom.

to your bed, to your husbands bed. if he felt guilty he can't remember, you are climbing into his lap anyways, your dress hitching up as you got comfortable.

with one of your hands buried in his soft golden hair, he holds your shoulder from the back and tugged you down, you moan under your breath. with your whole weight on him now, you can basically feel how much he's been holding himself back.

"god, we really shouldn't be doing this," he whispers, it was all but wondering. seems his logical thinking is slowly coming back.

you relax against him, burying your face on the crook of his neck.

"you gonna pretend you aren't into this when you are this hard?..." you press your waist and forcibly slot your pelvis where thoma ushers you atop his lap, bunching your dress in his fidgety palms as you delectably initiate a merciless roll of your hips that had his cock straining against the crotch of his jeans and his own hips eagerly bucking upwards.

he gasped, "wait── oh... fuck." his voice faded into breaths of delight to small pathetic whimpers. his head lolled back, mouth slack and eyes closed.

"i barely moved and you're already falling apart" you hissed through your teeth, breaking away from his lips to speckle rosy contortions into his olive skin.

thoma lost his mind. completely. everything's hazy and blurry with your blatant desire, he can't deny it anymore. the way your hips rocked back and forth against him felt too good, impatiently rocks his hips as if a mutt graveling in his heat, stiffening cock occasionally bumping your clit before the imprint would card through your soiled panties, gliding trough the dampened fabric with a friction that could kindle fire.

hell, thoma wasn't even inside you yet. he's so sensitive, it's almost embarrassing.

"look at you," yout fingers brush the underside of his chin, a few of your fingers cupping the base of his neck as to lift his head from you peripheral and bring it to your forefront visual. "grinding against everything. you're quite the needy thing, aren't you?" tilting his head as if examining a newfound discovery, his hips erratically jerk, and the breathless pants from his mouth divulged his own craving.

he’s just as far off as you. ruby red and temple coated with sweat, thoma is flush and trembling under your hold.

"you── fuck... gods" thoma appears as if all would be lost if the climax he'd been chasing mischievously slipped through his quivering fingertips.

"want me so bad you can barely speak, yeah?," clenching his teeth, he swallows, the sound loud in the stillness of the room."use your words, thoma."

a badgering ache numbed his rational thought, swallowing the sensible and only rational portion of his conscious in a sudden pit of longing.

and he loses it.

"fuck me, please" he says / beg / euphoria peaked above its horizon, singeing his goosed skin with excited jolts. "please, want you, wanna feel you──”

humming into the feral abundance of the rough brush of his lips, you couldn't help but arch against your lover as the hand placed above your hip pulled you close until you are pushing him against the sheets and leaning over him, unbuttoning and unzips his pants, and he’s thrust fully back into reality when you pull out his cock.

“somebody’s made a mess,” you laugh, gathering his pre come and spreading over his oversensitive cock with a firm stroke.

how dirty it is— the sticky wet feeling of his own release against his shaft, the obscene image of how his erection looks wrapped in your hand— it wrenches a moan out of him, it has him thrusting up into your hand.

you remove your hand immediately, scolding him. “behave.”

“i will,” he says breathlessly. with one deep inhale, he urges himself to relax against mattress. “i will, i promise.”

wild pulsations rendered his brain to mush and melted his forefront conscious into a haze of silver lining. splotches of white dotted his vision, the colorless patches occasionally fading to reveal roads of gravel that endlessly stretched for miles.

"keep it together now," devouring him with a magnetic gape, your hues inundated, drinking in his flustered disposition. "it would be a pity if someone listened to us."

“a pity,” thoma repeats stupidly. in his defense, he feels as if his brain is melting.

you smile as one of your hands goes to hold his cock once more in a loose grip. it takes thoma a lot of strength to not buck up into your fist, but he manages.

you brush a tumb over thoma's lips, and he opens his mouth out of surprise, mostly. you take it, pressing two digits instead into his mouth while at the same time touching his cock again.

he whimpers at sensations, letting you fuck his mouth with the digits, pressing gently on his tongue and the back of his throat. you felt the vibrations of his suppressed cries so well, your teasing strokes setting his nerves alight. he can’t help but suck at it, wanting savor whatever the hell is this.

the sight of it makes your cunt ache, makes you tighten your grip, makes him nearly black out from it all.

"always so good for me," thoma moans against your fingers, sweaty locks falling over his eyes as he nods his head “that's why you're still here.”

you rub a thumb at its leaked head, thoma nearly sobbing around your fingers,"mmhm, f'you, jus'f'you."

you pull the fingers from his mouth— he opens his eyes just in time to see the string of saliva from the skin connecting to his lips, just in time to see it break. you wip them around thoma's cock, still pumping slow and that immediately makes him whimper and writhe against the sheets and begs for “more, please, more.”

you giggle and lean down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. it’s amazing how this simple action has him melting, pliant against the sheets. with thoma suitably calmed, you traddle his hips.

“that deserves a reward.” you sigh in pleasure when you grind down on thoma's wet cock, dragging your folds against his hardness.

“please, please, please,” thoma is trying, he’s trying so much to be good and behave but the feeling of you── your heat, your slick── it’s wearing at his control. “need──”

“i’ve got you.” and you're starting to dip into that hazy place as well, your eyes fogging up with only desire. you reach down to hold thoma's cock, to tease the head against your entrance.

in one fluid motion, you sink down onto his length and he throws his head back, moaning loud and drawn out along with your own satisfied whine.

you press a hand to his chest to steady yourself, and begin to bounce on his lap.

he moaned loudly in response, clearly surprised by your sudden fury. you barely gave him a chance to breathe, forcing yourself up and down the length of him as hard as you could.

“oh── fuck── fuck!” he cried out, head tossing and turning, hair an absolute disaster, spewed out around his head and over the cushions in a wispy mess.

you reach forward to run your hand down thoma's stomach, under his shirt, your touch soft enough to have thoma brokenly stuttering. you may as well admire his form: the way his whole neck was flushed red and the vein on his throat was throbbing dramatically.

groans and moans from low in his throat sob past his lips, drawn out lewdly while thoma thinks you are a vision like this.

like an angel smiling down at him, like a devil he’s completely consumed by. you are still clad in a dress, moving up body up and down, fucking yourself on thoma's cock as if he’s nothing but a beloved toy.

"you feel so good, you know that?," you whisper between staggered breaths. "how does it feels?." you demand in a harsh whisper, realizing that you are panting as bad as he is.

the loud, wet slapping sounds of your union wasn’t just due to your momentum; you were unbelievably wet, and it resulted in a sticky mess over his lower abdomen and your inner thighs. it made the glide amazing. he might not have had you moaning in that moment, but if that sound didn’t tell plenty of your enjoyment.

“how does it feels fucking a married woman?” you repeat, because he looks like he has no idea where he is, and you just so happens to be a little cruel, so you lick a stripe up the shell of thoma's ear, and squeezes thoma's throat hard enough to momentarily cut off his air, forcing his eyes to roll back.

thoma can barely get enough air to moan.

“what was that? do you know it’s me fucking you? or are you too dumb to notice?.” you purred.

thoma lifts up his hips to meet your thrusts with a hard swallow and nod, sobbing an affirmation."too good... your pussy feels too good, can't—"

"yeah? is this what you wanted? someone who take care of you? didn't expect you to be such a whore, thoma" your hands reach for his wrists, placing his hands on your thighs. he holds onto you like you are a treasure. he holds onto you like you are the only thing keeping him from drifting off to sea.

"wanted you..." his words are slurred as if withdrawn to a state of intoxication."'m better── deserve better than him." thoma doesn't know what he is saying, because all he can do is cry, sob, as he splits your little pussy in half.

"oh. so you wanna replace him?" your name echoes from his kiss swollen lips as you fuck him harder into the mattress. "fuck a baby into me?"

his brain is in shambles; cluttered and screwed as if he had lost reasoning, but he was aware of himself; aware of his present endeavor. he was going to breed you, the desire had been clear.

"yes, yes, yes," his voice was airy, soft and light, as if he could hardly believe his spoken acclamation. "fill your pretty cunt."

"then do it." you coo while pressing a sloppy kiss to his jaw, breathing against his skin as he repeated himself a few more times before concluding, “make me a mommy.”

and he follows.

with one last thrust and a punched out moan, he fucks up into your cunt and comes inside of you, his release hot and wet. you clench around him, prolonging the high as you grind his cock into you deeper, and he can't help but whimper; mewl as if language were unknown to him.

he mumbles incessant nonsense, phrases befalling his lips as breathless chants. you weren’t certain if his mantra were rhetoric; if he were directly speaking to you or rambling to himself.

but you do know that he looks pretty like this: dark, murky and shroud pupils with animalistic intent. his cheeks are ruby, scarlet and preening a rose hue that flares along the lobe of his ears.

you may as well get your shit together, but the way you see it now, you can just enjoy his wrecked smile and his wramth.

#thoma x y/n #thoma x you #genshin thoma #thoma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #female reader

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High School Sweethearts

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#v: psychopathic; don't be so dramatic; we had magic; but you made it tragic #High school sweethearts; line up; they're trying to waste my time (💔Tory💔)#Youtube

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what’s your favorite solitaire scene?

MY TOP 3

when tori and michael are watching beauty and the beast and they talk.

when they hang out on that sat and sunday after what happed to charlie (NOT THE ‘mentally depressed psychopath’!)

and when they play in the snow together and in the computer room the day before higgs burns down

🥹🥹🥹

#michael holden #tori spring #alice oseman #sprolden #solitaire #GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #asks #answered

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Always remember this part:

I want y’all(yes every single last one of you, heck even the aliens if they exist among us) to realize Tory had the opportunity to take a plea deal and serve damn there no time.

Megan lied to police to protect Tory immediately after he shot her, he slandered her in the blogs and so she decided to tell the truth to law enforcement.

The courts offered a plea deal, Tory threw it back in their face and dragged this out for years to keep the lie going and burned up his own money on legal fees and taxpayer dollars on a trial. The courts gave bail, Tory used that time to torment and harass Megan which only hurt his case and was a key factor in his heavy sentencing when the day came.

At every single turn the goodwill of the universe/God offered this man an opportunity to save himself — and he laughed at it and sabotaged it.

He could have owned up to his actions.

INSTEAD, he was so arrogant in the process bc he thought painting Megan as a liar on social media would hold up on trial. It backfired in the worst way possible.

The Tory fans, his family, even Tory himself may never publicly admit it — but he completely allowed his dangerous ego to land him in a cage for the rest of his 30s. One day he’ll have to face that.

He is the maker of his own self destruction, the creator of his own downfall, the artist of his own shortcoming, pride and ego led to where he is now.

and that’s why I don’t feel sorry for him, it’s not thoughts and prayers is sorrows sorrows prayers. It’s not prayers up but prayers down for him. He had an opportunity to not be CHARGED at ALL cuz she was willing to PROTECT his buck tooth hammer head toddler built bitch ass. She lied to protect that ungrateful piece of work, trying to prevent him from being another name , another hashtag, another life taken by the cops, another black man getting shot to death by the police or having his life choked out in a illegal chokehold as he’s screaming, “I can’t breathe!” , another black man screaming “ mother!”, another Trayvon, Sandra, tamir, Ahmaud, tyre, Mike, Eric, Breonna, George, Jacob, Elijah, and other black lives either taken away or forever traumatized and he repays her by being so cruel, and mean towards her having people hurt her for no good reason but to gas him up, and you expect me to feel some level of sympathy because he said that he had a difficult childhood, losing his mom at a young age and an alcohol addiction? yeah I don’t think so.

Fuck him. I don’t feel sorry for him. He deserves every bit of those 10 years . He should’ve been taken accountability for his actions, but no , he gone too big for his britches, and he chose to be a full blown psychopath and a sociopath .

Now look at this Canadian Bitch.

Ashy

Lace front looking like something out of the dollar store struggling to hold on to his head Down to the wig glue damn. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Broke because his lawyers he got from craigslist Or Amazon or education connection

gonna be ****d by bubba in the showers or spreading wide for poptarts and ramen noodles soup

All because he can’t control his big ego in his small body of his and his violent tendencies

Oh well, maybe he should have just took a plea deal or better yet shut the heck up or here’s an even better idea 💡: never shot at her!

Meg cut him deep wit that “The only reason why your popular at the moment is because you are in a feature with Jack Harlow “comment and he with his violent tendencies and toxic masculinity couldn’t take it.

That munchkin is thinking what does he got that I don’t?

I don’t know, perhaps good looks, talent, a full set of hair, charm, attractive personality, and him not in a jail cell for the next ten years and possible deportation

That troll had the nerve , the audacity , to be talking about no weapons formed against him shall prosper, when shot a black woman who was walking away from him and then lied and gaslit her, slut shamed her, made up a misogynistic lie that another woman shot her out of jealousy, violated a restraining order, and antagonized her and her boyfriend through his music and you wonder why I don’t feel any ounce of sympathy towards him and others like him.

It’s one thing for a man to harm a woman because she rejected or criticized him and his work that makes him a coward but when that same man torments her even though she was generous and kind enough to not press charges against him then he is no different than the sadists who take pleasure from causing others pain

If anything he is the weapon and it was, and is prospering against him ! He didn’t deserve 1/10000000th of the consideration she gave him that night. She was too kind to him. People can really take other peoples kindness for weakness and you wonder why TV shows like snapped is on TV and it’s been around for like 33 seasons as of this year.

I’m not sorry that he’s suffering now. sorrows, sorrows prayers

#This whole case had me changing my opinions and views(at least for the moment)#celebrating the police and the system #being xenophobic towards Canadian people #posting stories with reader plus white celebrities with fluffy or smutty material #nearly being racist towards black men #saying that some of them nigcels deserved to be another hashtag #and backing the death penalty.#megan thee stallion #i’m not sad for her #i’m outraged #i’m just glad she’s in a better place now #those people can speak for themselves they know who they are #and they can go straight to hell #they will pay for their crimes #for sucking that abusers meat #Instagram #As always a loud and sincere fuck you to everyone who has doubted her and supported that Canadian cuntery who must not be named #She went through unnecessary trauma for two years #That’s unforgivable #Next level fuckery #That that type of ish that would lead to an episode of snapped or deadly women #once again #🖕🏿daystar Peterson #annnnn boom #just like that #may all who come against black women rot #Don’t fuck with black women #If you can’t love them then at least don’t harm them #can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on August 7th.#can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on august 7th

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🖤chronic pessimist🖤

"tori" says becky "you look a little bit like you want kill yourself"

"it’s funny because it’s true"

it’ my favorit manically depressed psychopath on the aroace spectrum girl

[this drawing is basically a christmas present for my friend elle (@frog-worm-spring) she gave me permission to post it here]

#alice oseman #solitaire by alice oseman #solitaire alice oseman #solitaire book #solitaire #osemanverse #tori spring #victoria spring #nick and charlie #charlie spring #heartstopper #heartstopper fanart #tori spring fanart #fanart

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I know that I said this before over a billion times but I’ll just say it again since this has been a year since the trial I want y’all(yes every single last one of you, heck even the aliens if they exist among us) to realize Tory had the opportunity to take a plea deal and serve no time. Megan lied to police to protect Tory immediately after he shot her, he slandered her in the blogs and so she decided to tell the truth to law enforcement.

The courts offered a plea deal, Tory threw it back in their face and dragged this out for years to keep the lie going and burned up his own money on legal fees and taxpayer dollars on a trial.

The courts gave bail, Tory used that time to torment and harass Megan which only hurt his case and was a key factor in his heavy sentencing when the day came.

At every single turn the goodwill of the universe/God offered this man an opportunity to save himself — and he laughed at it and sabotaged it. He could have owned up to his actions.

INSTEAD, he was so arrogant in the process bc he thought painting Megan as a liar on social media would hold up on trial. It backfired in the worst way possible.

He tormented her for three years and all that did in the end was made him look like a complete and total sociopath and narcissist who deserved every single day of those ten years in prison.

If you don’t believe that words matter and they don’t hurt then remember that his own words are the reason why he’s where he is and deserves to be

Words can hurt more than any weapon could and I don’t want to hear anything about words not mattering nor sticks and stones may break bones but words will never hurt me again

And because of things like this 👇I also don’t want to hear anything about women being too emotional while these men are being violent for no good reason ever again.

*Meg cut him deep wit that “The only reason why your popular at the moment is because you are in a feature with Jack Harlow “comment and he with his violent tendencies and toxic masculinity couldn’t take it.(Ironically enough because of you hoteps and pick mes in the black community slutting out being such hoaux for an abuser to dehumanize a black woman I might as well be falling for someone like jack Harlow anyways. More ironically them black bastards being so slutty towards an abuser that deserves the old fashioned death penalty is why he got ten years in prison so thanks for making him potential targets for shankings you hellbound heathens!)

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And don’t forget about this too. Who does he think he is, a male Karen? Getting all loud, belligerent , violent and acting outraged over the smallest things? Next I supposed he’ll be wearing a short bob demanding to speak to the manager

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Clearly this man a menace to society and America. If he can’t handle someone not shaking his hand or someone criticizing his music without resorting to violence, then he shouldn’t be among us

Canada, in ten years from now when he is deported back to his home country, you’ll need to stay out of his way because apparently he is a violent psychopath and/or sociopath and when there’s people like him amongst us then something has got to give

He could be the neighborhood grocer, he could be the next-door neighbor, heck he could be the Gardener . Who knows?

Just don’t let him become a politician, your friend, your husband, your boyfriend, or any member of a social Circle of yours

#This whole case had me changing my opinions and views(at least for the moment)#celebrating the police and the system #being xenophobic towards Canadian people #posting stories with reader plus white celebrities with fluffy or smutty material #nearly being racist towards black men #saying that some of them nigcels deserved to be another hashtag #and backing the death penalty.#megan thee stallion #i’m not sad for her #i’m outraged #i’m just glad she’s in a better place now #those people can speak for themselves they know who they are #and they can go straight to hell #they will pay for their crimes #for sucking that abusers meat #Instagram #As always a loud and sincere fuck you to everyone who has doubted her and supported that Canadian cuntery who must not be named #She went through unnecessary trauma for two years #That’s unforgivable #Next level fuckery #That that type of ish that would lead to an episode of snapped or deadly women #once again #🖕🏿daystar Peterson #just like that #annnnn boom #may all who come against black women rot #Don’t fuck with black women #If you can’t love them then at least don’t harm them #can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on August 7th.#can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on august 7th

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