#hate to pit two icons against each other | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

There were a total of 171.5 billion posts on Tumblr in 2019.

#hate to pit two icons against each other

romansmartini · 1 year

Text

been thinking about changing my icon to roman but i just watched 2 episodes of twin peaks. recentered refocused in my lane thriving

#but if you think i should change my icon to roman comment down below #i just hate to pit two bad bitches against each other #jillian.txt

4 notes · View notes

partywithponies · 4 months

Text

Shoutout to iconic british kid's books that are framed like you're supposed to pick one of two siblings to side with and hate the other one, but when you read them as an adult you realise the parents are just horribly emotionally abusive and pitting the siblings against each other by making them into the golden child and the scapegoat, and they're both victims, and the parents just never get called out on this or face any consequences or learn the error of their ways at any point.

#horrid henry #francesca simon #the worst thing about my sister #jacqueline wilson #also the child that's treated as the worst naughtiest child ever is in hindsight just autistic coded and/or ADHD coded and punished for it

459 notes · View notes

ihavethedreamies · 1 month

Text

Cherry | Haechan

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan - NCT Dream)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.2k

Pairing: Haechan x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Couch Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: It all started with a cherry stem…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, but as you can see by the word count, that didn't happen.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

🍉 Mark 🍉

🍇 Renjun 🍇

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"Do cherries come from the same trees as the flowers?" Your boyfriend was holding one of the red fruits by the stem. It spun back and forth in the air with prompting from his finger tips, another one being chewed in his mouth. You could hear the pit clacking against his teeth as he sucked it clean.

"I don't think so…" You wondered what prompted the question, only briefly glancing up from your phone at him. You were sitting at your kitchen table to eat. You had been looking over the different delivery menus, spread across the surface and you were scrolling through your phone to see who was open. Not only was it past normal meal hours, which was normally not too much of an issue, it was some kind of political holiday that only old people cared about. The only problem was that most of the people that would make the food you wanted were said old people. It was also more of something for families, not young couples who did a lot of the baby-making practice but with not desired end product.

"Okay, this place is only open for fifteen more minutes so they're out." You took the noodle menu off the table, placing it on the discard stack.

"Anything else look good or do we need to go to the convenience store?" You asked and when he didn't reply, you slammed your hand down to get his attention. He startled and his wide eyes were really very cute, but you would never admit it out loud, even in private with just him. While you loved him to pieces, you were very reluctant to voice it. After trying to say he was annoying for so many years, you were loath to admit you didn't hate him. You never did, you were just in denial about how much you liked him despite your harsh words. He saw through it.

"Donghyuck!" You scolded and he blinked.

"What?" He emphasized the vowel, and you rolled your eyes. His shocked face softened to a smug grin as he watched you watch him put the next cherry in his mouth, the other pit still in his cheek. His tongue wrapped around the red orb as he took it between his lips, and you shook your head to pull your attention away. He huffed in amusement, you were such a tsundere.

"What are we having for supper? I only got snacks and stuff…" You poked the container holding the cherries. You had planned on eating out or getting delivery, but the stupid holiday interfered with your regular Saturday night plans.

"We could have each other." Donghyuck smirked, chewing the last bits of fruit off the pit before rolling the two around his open mouth playfully. He knew your eyes were not just on his face, but specifically his tongue. You swallowed hard and your eyebrows furrowed, mouth open to scold him again. He let the pits fall out of his mouth and onto the paper plate where the rest of them laid and his smug look turned bored.

"Idiot." You clicked your tongue, face pink, "I need actual food."

"Hm, you might, but I could just eat you?" He winked and your let out a disgusted grunt, getting up from the table and moving to leave the apartment and head down the street.

"(Y/N), wait!" He cooed at you, skipping to follow you. When you started to wiggle your foot to slip it into your sneaker, he kneeled down to tie his. You struggled to get the shoe on without untying it, so he leaned forward to help you get them on. The sweet gesture made your cheeks warm further, but you didn't say anything, so he helped you get the other on. He stood back up with a hop, still taller than you even though he was standing on the lowered part of the floor by the door.

"Ready, milady~?" He held his arm out for you to link with, but you just mumbled something and walked past him and out. Your boyfriend sighed dramatically but followed after you still. You always made up for your dismissive behavior after he railed you into the next morning, turning affectionate and playful. He continued to try and seduce you through the not subtle act of aegyo, and you kept shoving him away, especially as you walked down the road. Donghyuck held the door open for you as you entered the convenience store. The inside was just as dead as the streets, and it felt nearly surreal. You each shopped around a bit, and he got nearly twice as much food as you, and for some reason he felt the need to buy everything he could find that was cherry flavored.

"You know none of this stuff tastes like actual cherries, right?" you asked, watching him place the different candies and sweets down. The only thing you would actually consume was the cherry flavored cola he got as well.

"I know. That's what the actual cherries are for." He pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Not wanting to admit it even in your own head, the blank look he gave you was just as cute as everything else he did. It pissed you off a bit that he was so endearing. The tired cashier told you your price and your boyfriend had his card in the reader before you could even pull yours out. He took all of the bags as well and you opened the door for him that time.

"Did you need to buy all of that?" You grumbled, eyeing the five bags he was carrying.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Curiosity." He answered after donning a pondering look.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, not caring enough to delve further into that line of questioning.

"Did you get everything cherry flavored?"

"Not everything…"

"What did you leave behind, cough syrup?"

"The condoms." He stated simply and you halted for a beat, then jogged to catch up.

"Why not?" You finally relented to ask. He tossed you a coy look, "they didn't have the right size." You halted a step but conceded his point and jogged to catch back up. When you finally got back to the apartment, he put the bags on the coffee table, and you grabbed your meal to heat it up in the microwave. As you plugged in the numbers, Hyuck came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"What?" you asked flatly, and he whined pathetically, resting his cheek on the side of your head.

"Can't I hug my girlfriend?" You didn't reply to his question, so he took that as the go ahead to continue. As he smelled your food as it got done, he realized how famished he was and hurried to make his own. Some random variety show played on the TV while you both ate, he devoured twice as much food as you did in nearly half the time. Once you were both done and everything was cleaned up, he laid out all the cherry candies and snacks, as well as some real ones.

"We shall judge them for quality." He motioned broadly and you sat next to him at the coffee table. Hyuck was a bit surprised at how close you willingly sat, pressed to his side. You were warming up. You started to sort through them, pushing the ones you refused to try to the side.

"You need to have the full picture to make an informed decision." He told you with false condescension. He sniffed and picked up the first packet to rip it open. The fake cherry scent hit your nose and you sneered, reaching over the table to grab a real one. As you chewed, he started in on the candy and his face twisted, putting the bag down and grabbing a fruit himself. You pulled the pit from your mouth and set it on your napkin from supper and he did the same.

"Can you tie a knot with your tongue?" He held up one of the stems and you hummed.

"I don't know, I haven't tried." You took it from him, and he plucked another one off a cherry for himself.

"Let's see who can do it faster." He decided and you nodded in agreement and you both watched the other as you took the stems into your mouths. You focused hard, trying to maneuver the little piece with your tongue into the right configuration, but it was no use. When you almost choked on it, you pulled it out, nose crinkled.

"Nope." You turned to look at him and he stuck his tongue out at you, the tied stem resting on the surface

"How the heck!?" You grabbed the little stem from where it laid, looking it over.

"Want me to show you?" His tone had deepened, but you were too confused to register it.

"Yeah!" You turned to watch, not expecting his mouth to connect to yours. Your shocked inhalation allowed his tongue entry and you wanted to fight, but you also really didn't. Hyuck smirked into the kiss as you let out a tiny mewl, expertly twisting his tongue around yours. You moaned when he led you to straddle his lap, pushing the coffee table away with his foot. When you settled, his hands on your hips pushed you down, grinding your covered cunt over his hard cock. You whined, trying to pull back, but he held you still, sucking on your tongue so you couldn't easily pull back. He had a hard time not laughing when your entire body shuddered. Finally, he let you go, you leaned back, panting hard.

"Fucking hell-" Your fingers were clenching the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"I can do more than that~" He hummed playfully, and you blinked, "huh?" Your noise of question was followed by a yelp as he lifted you, setting you on the couch behind him, turning to he faced you. Another tug brought your butt to the edge of the cushion, and he took advantage of your surprise to yank your shorts and panties off without hinderance.

"H-Hyuck~!" You whimpered when he instantly brought his skillful tongue to your cunt, wriggling it inside, nose hitting your clit. You sighed shakily, legs twitching when he hummed, the vibration ringing through him to you.

"Wait-" You tried to get him to stop, extremely embarrassed at your position and feeling weird about how fast he was bringing you to climax. You shuddered again as his tongue left your core, stroking up through your folds to flick your clit. Your eyes were closed, so you didn't see his stupid grin right before he sucked on your clit hard. Hyuck's hands flew to your hips to hold them down as you came, helping you ride it out.

"Too bad I can't pop your cherry…" He mumbled, a little embarrassed at his stupid pun. You huffed in disbelief, having heard him perfectly fine even though he kind of hid it.

"Doesn't fucking matter, get inside me-" he had never heard you so impatient, but he was more than willing to abide. He removed your top as you helped him get rid of his own clothes, and your back barely hit the couch cushions before he was pressing into you. Even if you hadn't just came on his tongue, you were soaking wet, your gummy walls clenching desperately to his cock.

"Aw~ sweet girl~" He huffed in delight as your cunt quivered, getting used to the stretch and before you were fully acclimated, he started to move.

"Wait, Hyuck!" Your hands grabbed his shoulders. When he leaned over you move, he took your hands from him, holding them above your head with one of his. His lips hovered over yours, hips rolling slowly but hard, fat cock battering your back wall. You practically cried when he kissed you again, tongue reentering your mouth to capture yours. You were helpless under him, sanity quickly leaving between his cock in your cunt and his tongue down your throat. When air was getting a bit low, he finally removed his mouth from yours, moving it to your jaw and down the column of your throat. You whimpered with each thrust, getting steadily faster and harder as he sucked your skin. His goal was to make the hickeys are red as the cherries you both had been eating earlier.

"Hyuck, I~" You couldn't get the rest of your sentence out. His hand had let go of your wrists, both of them going to your waist so he could shift positions. He sat back up move, hiking your hips up to arch your back and after an extremely practiced and hard thrust, he chuckled as you came again. He groaned at the tight flutter of your walls and couldn't help but fall over the edge himself. You whimpered when he finally let your legs and hips relax, not pulling out of you yet. With a tired gaze, you watched him reach and grab a bottle you hadn't noticed before from the coffee table, barely within reach. He popped the cap on the red container, an equally red substance spilling out and dripping over your skin. You shivered at the cold, and he licked his lips.

"Hmm… cherry flavored (Y/N)~"

🍉 Mark 🍉

🍇 Renjun 🍇

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

Masterlist

212 notes · View notes

dejaonline · 4 months

Text

same space | shuriri x spoiled!black!fem!reader

Summary: you and shuri have a unique romantic history—the two of you have been bonded by an “arrangement”, but it’s been a good while since you’ve seen each other last. What happens when a routine drunk call + rescue reveals that it is no longer just the two of you.

Content includes: mentions of drugs and alcohol, swearing, semi-offensive insults.

Translations:

nkosazana- princess

umhle nkosazana yam- you look beautiful, my princess

Author’s note: ahh! Baby’s first fic! I am extremely nervous posting this, but i’m equally just as excited. I wanna say thank you to my baby boo @prettymrswright for all of her help and encouragement throughout the process. my tummy is achinggg (anxious girlies stand up!) but i cannot wait to hear what you guys think! thank ya’ll in advance for reading <3

Tagging some of my favsss: @prettymrswright @sapphicvqmpires @kisskourt @inmyheadimobsessed @pvnks0ul @vampzxi @quintessencewrites

Shuri took a deep breath, bracing herself for the chaos awaiting her just behind the heavy doors of the mansion. She could feel the music up through her arm as she pushed through the barrier.

She stepped inside and took in her surroundings. Glitter covered the marble floors, shimmering beneath the beams of light coming from one of the many disco balls hanging down from the high ceilings. A neon ‘Studio 54’ sign was mounted on the wall surrounded by vintage photographs and abstract art pieces.

To the left was a dimly-lit lounge with large, plush earth-toned couches and loveseats. People dressed in rhinestone covered jumpsuits and bell bottoms were socializing throughout the space, some smoking or sitting at the bar with decorated martini glasses.

The young royal ventured down a dark hallway to the right of her, following the sound of music emitting from the commodious ballroom. Colorful rays of light bounced off the walls and beneath Siri’s black boots, multi-colored tiles danced around to the beat.

The queen stood out amongst the sea of metallic gogo boots and fringe. Her slender frame was concealed beneath a black, oversized blazer and perfectly tailored pants to match. Her wandering eyes hid behind her favorite pair of black shades.

Shuri did her best to avoid getting sandwiched between a couple of inebriated bodies thrashing around her. She swiveled her head, attempting to locate you amongst the crowd until finally spotting you.

You were tucked away in a roped off section, attention focused on someone sitting dangerously close to you in the conversation pit. In the center sat a glass table, littered with empty liquor bottles, ashtrays, and assorted sizes of plastic bags. Your smooth, rich skin was covered in a sheer, floor length gown. Diamonds cascaded in detailed patterns across the fabric and tufts of feathers decorated the sleeves and hem, sweeping the silver open-toed platform heels on your feet. Your fresh braids lay parted down the center, hanging down to your lower back. You looked opulent and sexy in the iconic gown. The shimmer on your eyelids and glossy lips catching the light.

You sat with your legs crossed, one arm stretched out beside you and the other resting on your thigh while you sat back engaged in a conversation with a girl in a beaded mini dress. You watched her lips as she chatted about..stuff.

Your liquor induced arousal was immediately redirected once you caught sight of the slim figure looming behind the stranger.

“I hate to cut you off baby, but my ride is here.”

You eyed Shuri from head to toe, lingering on the bit of exposed chest behind her blazer. You leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on the girl's left cheek before standing to take Shuri’s awaiting hand.

She pressed her palm against the small of your back, steadying you.

“You okay to walk, nkosazana?”

You looked to Shuri with big, pleading eyes and she took the hint. She wrapped one of your arms around the back of her neck and scooped you up into her arms bridal style.

The two of you made your way back to the entrance. You were highly intoxicated and giggling in Shuri’s hold, your head pressed against her chest. You caught a whiff of her signature scent, the mix of sweetness and musk that you recognized as Tom Ford Vanille Fatale. You bought it for her a while back and it had been her favorite ever since.

Meanwhile, Shuri was playing it cool, trying not to make it obvious how happy she was to have you this close again. She cracked a smile at how easily tickled you became at her praise.

Although the noise level had significantly quieted down, Shuri whispered into you again.

“You look beautiful, my love.”

Another giggle escaped you and it was music to Shuri’s ears.

“Thank you, shuri bear”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, y/n” Shuri huffed before letting you down, her still wrapped around you until the swaying ceased.

“Oh, by the way, this is Riri.”

Shuri softly tapped on the tinted window, prompting the stranger to roll it down.

Riri sat stone-faced and unamused. Her sharp jaw clenched in annoyance before she threw an uninterested two finger wave your way. She still had not looked in your direction, but your gaze locked in on her. She sat slouched in the front seat of Shuri’s Maserati Quattroporte, wearing a baggy denim jacket over a tight fitting white crop top with matching baggy jeans.

Your attention focused on the neat star design braided into the side of her head and the joint tucked behind her ear.

Even drunk, you could sense that she didn’t like you. Or at least she didn’t care much for you. She didn’t even know you, how could she not like you?

“You good, Cher?”

Riri’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts and you tightened up immediately, flipping your braids back and straightening out your dress. You wouldn’t let her see you sweat, but can admit you were impressed she caught the reference. You threw on a fake smile before bending down to reach her level.

‘You’re in my seat, Riri—“

Before she could respond Shuri snatched you away from the window.

“Hey watch the dress!” You shouted.

Shuri pulled you around to the driver’s side pushing you up against the side of the car. You yanked your arm out of her grip.

“The fuck was that for?”

Shuri stepped closer to you, the front of her body touching yours.

“Riri is my girlfriend, she’s not riding in the back.”

You stared blankly at Shuri as your thoughts began to race again.

Girlfriend? When did this happen? How did this happen?

It seemed Shuri could read your mind.

“We can talk about this later. Just sit in the back and be good for me, please? Riri likes to fight.”

Shuri opened the back door, helping you inside. She was about to close the door, but stopped to pop her head back inside the vehicle, taking your chin between her thumb and index finger.

“Play nice” she whispered

Your eyes followed Shuri as she hopped back into the front seat. The engine purred to life and the three of you were off.

You stared out the window at the star lit sky, watching the lavish residence disappear from view, thinking back to the last time you had seen Shuri.

Four months ago the two of you were inseparable. Showing up to parties together, showering each other with gifts, sneaking away to private islands. It may have seemed extravagant to others, but it was a lifestyle the two of you were accustomed to.

You enjoyed your time together, but both parties especially enjoyed the freedom that came with not committing.

It was no secret that you and Shuri had undeniable chemistry. She would do anything for you, go anywhere with you.

The reason you weren’t in Riri’s position was because you didn’t need to be. Girlfriend or not, Shuri was never really out of reach. Your history ran deep and you had been through a lot together. Somewhere down the line, friends became more and things became romantic.

You both saw other people, nothing serious. Shuri usually had a few girls on rotation. It didn’t really bother you because she would abandon whomever she was using to occupy her time with to be with you.

It was one of the things you loved most about her. She was kind and attentive, kept you in check, never let you get lazy or unfocused.

On top of that she really knew how to f—

“-uck is she back there daydreaming about?” Riri snapped.

“She does that a lot” Shuri laughed.

“You wanna hit this or not? Don’t got all night.”

Riri held the lit joint between her fingers, pointing it in your direction.

“Thanks.” You replied dryly

You took it from her, then began to examine the bubblegum pink rolling paper.

“You roll this, Riri?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

You didn’t miss the small smirk that crept upon her face as she awaited your response.

“You used my rolling papers.” You stated matter-of-factly.

Your voice came out more shrill than you intended.

Shuri cut her eyes to you through the rear view mirror. It was a look you had come to learn was a silent warning.

“You left them behind the last time you were over, nkosazana”

You looked back over to Riri, who had now cracked a full blown smile. She watched in amusement as you took a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs.

You blew a path directly at her with the remaining smoke, letting it drift around her chiseled face and creating the illusion of her sitting among the clouds.

Her gaze had yet to leave yours. She was studying you: the way your nose scrunched up in annoyance, how your plump lips seemed to always sit in a permanent pout, and fixating on the way your chest increasingly rose and fell.

Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the fact that Riri was stunning. Her eyes were intense as they bore into you, it made you nervous. It also made you extremely horny.

The car finally rolled into Shuri’s garage. And although you felt a suffocating heaviness in the vehicle, neither you nor Riri moved. You both knew better than to touch your own door handle.

Shuri went for your door first. You stepped out and pushed right past her, leaving no room for conversation. The clicking of your heels echoed throughout the vast garage as you stormed off, hips swaying beneath your dress.

The couple silently watched your figure stride past the rows of parked vehicles and vanish behind the door, making your way inside the house.

Shuri sighed deeply, carefully contemplating her next move. She grabbed Riri’s hands and kissed her knuckles before guiding her inside.

Inside, you made a b-line straight for the kitchen. You swung open one of the cabinets just above your head, snatching a wine glass from inside before slamming it shut.

Shuri was leaned up against the wall, right next to the small space that housed her impressive wine collection. Her eyes traveled down to the glass in your hand and she rolled her eyes, turning to grab the handle.

She disappeared inside, a look of contemplation on her face as she scanned the rows of bottles. Finally, she reached for a 1973 Chateau Montelena Chardonnay. She sauntered toward you, sending you a cryptic smile before heading right for the same cabinet you were just abusing.

In her hand she held two more wine glasses.

“I taught you better than that, y/n.” She teased.

Shuri made her way into the living room and you followed behind.

Riri sat alone on one of the couches, her hand rested over her face.

Shuri stood before you two, looking as beautiful as ever, oozing with charm and sex appeal. She set two of the glasses down, prompting you to add yours to the mix. You jumped at the ‘pop’ of the cork, anxious to have the glass back in your grasp.

“I think we should play a game, get to know each other a little better.” Her accent was thick, but it was no match for the tension in the air.

“And why would we do that?” You questioned.

The last thing you were interested in doing was learning anything about Riri. You felt you had gathered enough information about her from the ride to Shuri’s place: her name and the fact that she has a nasty attitude. Which is rich coming from you.

“Because, princess,” Shuri paused as she filled each glass. “If I’m going to keep both of you in my life, I want you two to bond, learn to get along.” She passed one to Riri, then you, before picking up the last for herself.

Before she could take a sip, her kimoyo beads hummed to life, signaling that someone was trying to contact her.

“I’ll be right back” was all she said before rushing out of the room.

Silence once again fell upon the house. You sipping from your glass, Riri staring you down from across the room. She was the first to speak up.

“So, what escort service did she find your ass from?”

You choked on your drink, appalled at the accusation.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, Keebler elf?”

You were trying to keep your voices down, afraid Shuri would hear from wherever she ran off to.

Riri stood up from her seat, coming face to face with you.

“There’s no way someone would be desperate enough to cling onto someone with a whole ass girlfriend the way that you do without getting paid for it.”

You stood your ground, pushing your upper body up to meet Riri halfway, mere inches away from her face.

“And you’d have to be one dumb bitch to think that title has any meaning.”

“Y/N!”

Before you could register the end of that exchange, Shuri grabbed you up for the second time that night, dragging you down the corridor and into a guest room. She slammed the door behind her, shoulders raising and dropping as she breathed heavily.

Stupidly, you opened your mouth to defend yourself.

“Shuri, that’s not fair, she was being awful to me—“

“I do not care! That is my partner, you do not speak to her like that. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. You’re lucky she even allowed you to step foot in our home!”

Our home. Your throat tightened at the sound. You were starting to feel sick.

“I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry.”

Shuri kneeled in front of you, taking your hands into hers.

“I met Riri a while back, when I went on that trip to Massachusetts.”

“That was six months ago.” You were trying to keep up with the timeline of events that Shuri was explaining to you.

“Yes. We kept in touch, nothing serious.” She peered up at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Go on.”

She cleared her throat before continuing.

“Of course you know, I got this place here in New York to be closer to you. But then I had to return home for a while.”

Things were starting to add up. You remembered having to say goodbye to Shuri, how much you had missed her over the last 4 months.

“Riri came to help me in the lab and we grew to enjoy each other's company. Not in the way that I’m used to, this was real. We made things official and when all the chaos settled, I asked her to return to the city with me.”

You were speechless for a moment, taking in Shuri’s words. You didn’t find yourself being angry, you had no right. The two of you were never exclusive and until a few weeks ago, you didn’t even entertain the thought of it. It had never bothered you that Shuri preferred an open relationship, but hearing that she was serious about Riri struck you to your core.

“Does she know?” You whispered.

“About us?” You nodded in response.

“Yes, I told her up front. My love for you never ceases. No matter who I am with, no matter where I go. You may not have chosen me, my love, but I will always choose you.”

Classic Shuri, girl always had a way with words.

“So how does this work?”

“Riri doesn't care for monogamy, that is how this even works in the first place. We’ll have to set some boundaries, of course, but I believe that we can figure this out. You just have to trust me, okay?”

It was a lot to consider. To say that you and Riri were at odds was an understatement, and establishing mutual tolerance would take some work. But you saw how much this meant to Shuri.

“I missed you, Shuri” you said honestly. Fatigue began to overcome you, and Shuri knew she didn’t have much longer to converse with you.

You laid back onto the bed while Shuri removed your heels. She covered you with a blanket and bent down towards your face. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second.

“We’ll talk some more in the morning. Get some rest now. Did I already tell you how beautiful you look?”

“Yeah, but you can tell me again.”

A big smile broke across Shuri’s face. She placed soft kisses on your cheeks, one after another, and lingered as she made contact with your forehead.

“umhle nkosazana yam”

It was the last thing you heard before sleep carried you off.

#shuri x reader #shuri x riri #shuriri x reader #shuriri #shuri x you #shuri x y/n

254 notes · View notes

sgiandubh · 7 months

Note

I feel like there is so much hatred in this fandom whether it’s against Sam or against Cait, pitting them against each other, one is better than the other, they hate each other to just name a few.

What do you love about Sam and Cait as a couple and what do you hope to see from them as a couple in the future?

I apologize if you may have answered this question already but do you have a top receipt from the last year or two that you would love to share for fun?

Thank you for answering!

Dear Receipt Anon,

I just came home (TGIF) and before I am done with a couple indispensable chores, I gladly take the time to answer your polite ask.

Isn't it uncanny that the fandom of a time travel fairytale, doubled by what probably will remain as one of the most iconic off-screen love stories in the history of television, has become such a dark pit of hatred and - let's call a cat a cat, pun totally intended - hysteria? I am sometimes baffled by the alarming estrogen level of this place and regularly ask Upstairs for more sanity (but it seems He is busy with all the real troubles under the sun).

I have no problem with people not shipping them, as long as they keep things civilized and stay in their lane. I have a BIG problem, however, with socially unrewarded egos that find here a boulevard for all their frustrations to blossom. And I sometimes wish these people would channel all that energy towards a soup kitchen or a refugee camp. Seriously.

I think what I love most about These Two is the Life imitating Art side of it. The idea that the underdog, the shy one, that boy who waited for hours in front of that Burger King at 15 finally got The Girl: poetic justice. And I also simply cannot imagine These Two separated - I mean, I should (we all know why), but seriously: it's sad.

As for hopes, let's be rational. I set the bar very low on purpose. So much so, in fact, that anything positive is a welcome boon. I readily welcome whatever they carefully choose to share (by now, there are no slippages anymore) and I keep my fingers crossed.

Off the top of my head, I cannot think of a bigger receipt than their joint reaction at the chemistry test revisited by Josh, for this year's promo.

I hope this answers your questions. Thank you for dropping by!

#Anon

96 notes · View notes

hereforthelizardsex · 3 months

Text

Brannon Braga has said much about hating Threshold. Eric Kripke has said much about hating Bugs. It is time to pit these two Bad Episodes from these two iconic shows against each other to decide the best worst episode.

Propaganda:

Insects vs salamanders

Real bees that didn’t work vs won an Emmy for makeup

Daddy issues vs daddy issues

Vaguely comments on the colonialism underlying the show vs releases a new species into the ecosystem and never mentions this again

#threshold day #star trek #voyager #star trek voyager #threshold #supernatural #spn #bugs

33 notes · View notes

red-black-aesthetic-bout · 1 year

Text

Round 1: Match 59

Ranma Saotome (Ranma ½) vs. Valerie Gray (Danny Phantom)

Ranma Saotome

- ranma saotome is the OG trans swag anime/manga protagonist. thanks to a cursed spring, cold water turns him into a girl and hot water turns him back to a boy. he starts out hating this change but only makes half hearted attempts to reverse the curse, and eventually becomes quite comfortable with his female half, acknowledging it was always a part of him. he's a martial artist, he's a stupid teenager, he's rude and prideful but he can also be really sweet and thoughtful, literally everyone is either in love with at least one version of him or they want to kill him, sometimes both. his signature red chinese style outfits and his black hair, dark pants and other black accessories already make him a perfect fit for this tournament, but the real kicker is that in the anime, his hair even changes from black to red when he turns into a girl. although a good chunk of the source material didn't age well, he means a lot to many trans people who watched/read ranma 1/2 at a young age, including myself. anyway if this was a martial arts tournament he would win <3

Valerie Gray

- Possibly the best character in the show ngl. Also I'm specifically submitting the version of her suit which is mainly black, has a red triangle on her chest, and you can see her face through the helmet

mod notes: didn't mean to pit two icons of our youth against each other like this. my bad

#ranma 1/2 #ranma #ranma saotome #valerie gray #danny phantom #round 1 #redblack tournament

38 notes · View notes

super-hero-confessions · 8 months

Photo

to those not aware of what hayley atwell did to influence fandom and how she treated her costars? that's fine. i don't blame people for not being fully aware of something. we can't know answers unless we ask questions.

i only ask that people do a little research and investigation beyond the positive framing of all the hurtful and messed up things she has said in hollywood, completely unchecked. not just about sharon carter. and maybe don't take what randos say as gospel when it is clear they want to ignore it and shut down the conversations around it so the information doesn't spread.

it is not justifiable that her costar, who was nothing but nice to her, ended up relentlessly bullied and getting insane hate because hayley was fueling a toxic dumpster fire in fandom.

it is unreasonable that this woman would say she wants to play sharon carter, and then go on to denounce the character as soon as another actress is cast for the role.

peggy carter could have been great. she was supposed to be a good feminist icon that would have supported her niece and other women, and never tried to pit two women against each other for some dick she barely knew. let alone two women who were family and supposed to be extremely close and precious to one another.

instead, she reimagined peggy in every interview, every chance she got, as some horribly petty, spiteful, and toxicly misogynistic slut shamer who only cared about some dick she barely knew. and could not care less about any of the other women in her life, supporting no one but herself and making everyone uncomfortable. while people laughed at the person, real life person not just fictional character, she has spent nearly a decade quietly bullying and then saying 'i'm just joking.'

it's not a joke. and you shouldn't put blinders on or be listening to the people who refuse to research the truth or listen.

peggy should have loved sharon. end of story. and the fact that we never saw that and got nothing but hate from hayley about the character? that's not what a good person does. maybe at least try to investigate instead of ignoring or denying the truth for blissful ignorance.

sharon, peggy, and even steve. all deserved so much better.

#confession #Peggy Carter #Sharon Carter #steve rogers

10 notes · View notes

evolution-ofa-geek · 7 months

Text

31 Days of Horror

Day 2 - Favorite Slasher Movie

Freddy vs Jason (2003)

Starring:

Robert Englund

Ken Kirzinger

Kelly Rowland

Monica Keena

Jason Ritter

Katherine Isabella

Brendan Fletcher

Synopsis: "It's been nearly ten years since Freddy Krueger terrorized people in the dreams, and the towns folk want to keep him erased from their memory. Freddy still has one more plan on getting back to Elm Street. He resurrects Jason Voorhees and sends him off to kill. The more bodies which fall to the ground, the stronger in which Freddy becomes. This is until, Freddy realizes that Jason isn't going to step aside easily, and must be taken down himself"

When it came down to my favorite slasher movie of all time it had to include my favorite slasher of all time. Unfortunately I couldn’t decide between a lot of them so I chose the movie that had two of them against each other.

As many of you know, at the end of Jason Goes to Hell, Jason’s mask is ripped off and lands on a pile of dirt. The camera zooms in on it and we as the audience think there’s going to be one last scare. Instead we get the treat of Freddy’s hand glove reaching for the mask and bringing it back down with him.

Ten years later we get treated to Freddy vs Jason.. I have to include this movie on this list considering I watched it three times when it came out and now own it and even watch it on basic cable when its shown. Its a cant miss. Either you hate it because of the story and the acting and the actors they chose or you love it because its Freddy vs Jason. Two horror icons pitted against each other.

Years later there were rumors of a second movie, including one with Michael Myers and theres even a comic book which includes Ash from Evil Dead joining in on the fight. Hands down, my favorite slashers and slasher movie.

Freddy vs Jason Kill Count: 35 according to Dead Meat on Youtube

Favorite Kill Scene: Jason stabbing the douche high school boy 8 times in his bed and then bending the bed in half.

What was your favorite slasher movie? DM or Tag me in your post and i'll include it on the podcast.

#horror movies #freddy vs jason #friday the 13th #nightmare on elm street #freddy krueger #jason voorhies #31 days of horror #podcast #podcaster #podcastblr #streamer #october challenge #from under the apron

8 notes · View notes

wingshowdown · 1 year

Text

Regarding the current hiatus…

Hey guys! Thank you for the support that I’ve gotten during this difficult situation. I’ve gotten a lot of anons in the time since I last updated and, rather than answer a billion asks in a row, I decided I’d just make this post instead.

First of all, there’s been a weird amount of Barbie hate in my inbox, which is making me a little wary. Like people saying that there’s no way that Barbie characters could have even gotten this far fairly and I should just disqualify them and that they never should have been included and things like that. And it’s a LOT of messages.

Guys.

GUYS.

My icon is literally the wings of two Barbie characters. When submissions were open, the characters who were submitted by multiple people were: Brietta, Elina, Mariposa, Hue, Raphaella, Aziraphale, Crowley, Dark Pit, Aisha, Medli, Meta Knight, Rainbow Dash, Ryuk, Sephiroth, Spamton NEO, and Toothless. Of those, the characters to get more than two votes were Brietta (3), Elina (4), Mariposa (5), Sephiroth (3), and Spamton NEO (3). My most consistent rebloggers have been Barbie and Precure blogs. This blog was practically built on the backs of the Barbie fandom.

I was also told that the polls were shared on a Barbie discord server and that that’s where a lot of the attention came from. And I’ll believe that after the way that those guys from Ninjago beat the MARIO BROTHERS in the Red and Green bracket from people sending it to Discord servers. But I’d still like to err on the side of caution, so I’ve tried to come up with the most fair compromise possible after reading the suggestions I was given.

So here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to redo the left side of the bracket with Mariposa against Brietta in one poll and Howl and Pikario against each other in the other. Then I’m going to mix up the bracket a little bit to put the winning Barbie character up against either Sephiroth or the winner of the Howl/Pikario poll, depending on whoever ultimately got the most votes (Sephiroth got 305 votes, so if either Howl or Pikario gets more than that, then they will go up against the winning Barbie character). I’ll figure out how exactly to rearrange it based on the participation next round. I think it’ll also give me a better idea of how many Barbie fans are in my audience to see how many people vote in a Barbie vs. Barbie competition.

I’m still worried that this problem might persist, but this was the best I could do after taking everyone’s comments and suggestions into account. Thank you again, everyone. And remember, this is ultimately supposed to be FUN. Please don’t try to ruin it for everyone else through cheating or any other dishonest means.

Polls will begin again at 3pm EST.

#wingshowdown #wing showdown

21 notes · View notes

russilton · 8 months

Note

5, 8, 24 (other than dantteri)

You should have seen the response I wrote you last night at 3am when I was over emotional and overheated, but tumblr told me to get fucked and deleted it rather than posting, so here we go again

8. Valewis or Britcedes

*looks at blog name, icon, banner, ao3, art posts, reblogs, pinned* idk I don’t like either anon

All jokes aside I don’t hate valewis, I get it a lot, hell I work platonic valewis into every fic it’ll work in. I love all three of them interacting and chase it with an intensity best described as “dog smelling cheese”

But Britcedes is… it’s hero worship yes but it’s hero worship that becomes rock solid partnership. From seeing someone as your unshakeable hero to meeting them and loving them more as your equal than ever before. It’s about George meeting Lewis not only with immovable loyalty but also the confidence to push back and press Lewis, provide him with a challenge that Lewis will admit he loves. George doesn’t just fall over himself to let Lewis lead, he challenges him, makes Lewis think, makes him feel younger and more ready for the challenge of the track than ever.

It’s about Lewis having to face being loved by his teammate while competing, and the mortifying ideal of being known by someone even with the vulnerability that they may use it against him, because George would rather throw himself in front of the bus than Lewis under it. It’s love found in an unexpected place and George reigniting a fire in him he worried was beginning to die out.

It’s also Lewis being the only person George trusts when he tells George to loosen the noose of expectation he tied around his own neck- because lewis can’t pull the stool under his feet if he does. Lewis walked that road and knows it well- he’s the one that can tell George “you have time, and you need to exist off the track” and George listens with a desperation of an elastic band stretches to breaking.

They meet one another at a time both of them are trying to be the best versions of themselves, as everyone tries to pit them against each other. It works because they make it work.

Platonic valewis is amazing and wonderful and great- but it’s just not them

5. Charlos or Piarles

Piarles by a wide margin. I’m not like, a diehard lover of it, but I’m meh on pierre while actively disliking sainz so…

Plus I love the “gay or European” vibes Pierre and Charles have going on. Pierre looks like he says no homo unironically and Charles two brain cells are too busy fighting for dominance to consider if blowjobs make you gay

24. Underrated ship you like?

I answered Albutton for another ask so for this one I’m gonna bend the rules and go for my favourite f2 ship- Jack Doohan/Frederik Vesti. The barely interact except on the podiums they share but the fact they’ve shared SEVERAL and Jack always stares at Fred with a look best described as “that oh moment” is all the fuel I need. I’m a sucker for himbo jock and shy one, made all the funnier by Fred being an inch taller. This boat only has like 5 people but two of them are Kyle and I shouting at the top of our lungs so it works

Ask me F1 silly asks

#asks #anonymous #mark talks Britcedes #mark talks ships #ask games

7 notes · View notes

johntayjinf · 1 year

Text

they're talking about the console wars

p.s. it's been ages since i've done any traditional coloring, so i apologize for the shoddy coloring work here lol, i'm mainly just a silly chiptune artist and visual art's just a hobby that i have little time for nowadays

Both Famiko (on the left) and Mega (on the right) have some extent of hate for the console wars, but they often discuss it and talk about why it's stupid, and crack jokes with each other quite often. They have a tremendous amount of respect for each other despite being pit against as "competitors" for their respective companies.

One particular of note is the contrast between both designs, Famiko and Mega, which was one thing that I had in mind designing Famiko, but I didn't expect it to turn out this well.

My design direction for both Famiko and Mega were that I base their designs mainly off of the console and controller's appearances. Any add-ons or references could be implemented in their designs if possible. Since I'm more of a Sega guy, Mega has more effort put into references and little tidbits than Famiko does.

Mega was designed first by me about a year ago. He looks like he's seen better days, and is a bit out of fashion, especially with the leather jacket and jeans (not visible in the picture). He has a circular face, which is taken from the round base area of a Mega Drive Model 1 where you insert a cartridge. His color accents and jester hat also look kinda random and unecessary. He also looks a little clunky and chunky.

I gave him the '90s look' that fit surprisingly well with the vibe of an actual Sega Mega Drive, which was partially inspired by the fact of how Sega Genesis advertisements were presented in North America, and partially inspired off of that one Sonic 1 origin story featuring a wife and her pilot husband, who owned an aviator's jacket with Sonic and his iconic emblem to the back of it, and Sonic The Hedgehog was a major part of the Mega Drive (or well, the Genesis)'s fame.

Famiko was a design that I came up with just two days ago, and got a hefty amount of love everywhere, it seems.

Famiko has a much more sleeker, more modern looking yet modest design; not overdone but not too simplistic either. She wears a long sleeved polo with both sleeves rolled upwards, black pants and snazzy sneakers (again not visible in the picture). I gave her weird magnetic floating hands because I ran out of ideas. She mostly has the same charming traits of the appearance of a Super Famicom.

As far as I'm aware, a lot of Japanese Super Famicom(-related) advertisements are more down-to-earth and have less bombastic presentation, so I made her look as such. Hell, she looks like she could even advertise a Super Famicom game to you. She looks a little more modern since the Super Famicom was built a little later after the Sega Mega Drive released, so Nintendo had reference material and could improve upon the design (and hardware, though the Super Famicom was indeed less powerful than the Mega Drive) before release. Famiko's outfit is loosely based off of Mariya Takeuchi on her infamous single's cover art, Plastic Love.

#sega #nintendo #sega mega drive #super famicom #mom john tay lore posted on tumblr dot com #i doubt that you'd actually want to read this

21 notes · View notes

georgiapeach30513 · 6 months

Note

Jen, I love you and your blog but you have such arrogant and disgusting anons that are ruining all the fun on here. I love both Chris and Seb. Both Chris and Seb are liked at the same level (trust me), that one anon claiming his Seb iS mOrE LiKeD sounds like a 6 years old kid firstly and secondly she doesn't even know how many CE blogs are present on every SM platform (not just Tumblr) also the one making AI about Seb is always the same person lol

Do you even know, dear anon, that most Chris' fans don't like all that AI fakeness? we have such iconic characters of him why using AI. I am a Chris' fan and I hate AI tbh but I respect who likes it but most of us don't that's why you cannot find CE AI, next time get your facts straight before claiming such awful thing, dear anon.

Ehh, I don’t read too much into it. I love both men. And they both have very different career paths, and that’s okay. They’re two different actors. I think Sebastian wants to be one of the greats, and he’s getting there. He is lining up his projects to get awards. That’s what HE wants. And he will get it. Chris has never struck me as an actor that wants to get the awards. Not that I don’t think he could, because I do. And both are okay.

I think that anon is specifically a Sebastian fan. And that is okay. Like I said, I love both men. They’re both attractive and talented. There’s space for both of them. And here, we love both of them. I don’t pit them against each other because why? Why choose one or the other when you can love both? We’re all about the love here.

#Jen.ask

2 notes · View notes

acalculatedfuture · 9 months

Text

Week 9

(here y'all go again pitting two bad bitches against each other)

Grushey Laduca sees Verris trying to steal his minichallenge-winning gimmick and he will not let that happen

But he can't bring that same fire to the challenge which is honestly fair because giving Grusha a dance challenge themed after the olympics is kinda mean spirited

We have a solid top 5 though so the runway will most likely decide the winner

And Verris EATS EVERYONE UP he might have this in the bag

Except somehow he's the one that doesn't make the cut?

I'm intrigued about how the simulator handles runways to determine wins because apparently the runway was not enough

But you know who DID do well enough? Koko who gets his third win in a row and becomes the frontrunner of the entire competition

Jasmine also gets the win and earns her second star which finally means that she's no longer stuck in last place these two are getting their redemption

Kim places high yet again which is kind of insane and Vlad actually gets his first high placement despite already having 2 wins

youtube

It's Rosalía hours and we get an interesting song to lipsync to because her lyrics are in another language and even in Spanish they're kinda gibberish so can they serve

SOURCES SAY YES

Jasmine snags the win with her greater focus on musicality compared to Koko's use of gags and she blocks Kim yet again because Kim's kind of a beast right now

She's MAD about it though we will get the Jasmine/Kim rivalry

Meanwhile we get a whole lot of content on Untucked with Emmet and Lysandre hating on Jasmine while Vlad is apparently the most interesting man on earth