#i thought it was the first steam but it wasnt then i thought it was on one of the train's podcasts but i only

[spacemilkbag]

did we all collectively imagine george saying he'd sleep on dream's bedroom floor or

#tbf it could have been dream talking about it #i saw susan asking about it and istg I've seen that clip i just dont know where #i thought it was the first steam but it wasnt then i thought it was on one of the train's podcasts but i only #remember sapnap trolling other people in the call by changing where he lives every time someone asked him about it #my last guesses are that one dsmp stream where george wanted a plane ticket to dreams house the cs:go stream and one of #the memes with dream streams but I dont have time to check it #like im really starting to think it's not real fdjdhsgdi

[thyln4gf]

Lets have some fun, shall we?

✞ This is a little different from what i usually do! This piece of work consists of some of my favourite F1 drivers as sexual gestures/things, and shortest, smallest blurbs ever about them (also a song for each). Its made based on purely my intuition and imagination, so just sit back and enjoy i guess.

✞ Word count - 1467

✞ Warnings - heavily sexual content.

✞ Drivers included - Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton, George Russel, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Alex Albon, Sebastian Vettel, Jenson Button.

✞ Authors note - requests open! Doesnt matter if you want more for a particular driver, or something completely new.

Charles Leclerc (closer to you - jungkook)

Drunk sex - He's definitely the type to underestimate his limits by a little, or maybe even a lot. Some people would say that those type of decisions are the worst ones that they have ever made. To him? Heaven on earth. Nothings more thrilling to him than the fuzzy feeling taking over his brain, the haze over his eyes - feeling like his body is operating on its own. You know what they say? If you take away one of your senses, the other gets stronger. So by taking away his ability to think properly, he's allowing himself to feel the pleasure even stronger than before. He finds solo sessions like that okay, but with you? Sheesh... He might as well have been a man who wasnt breathing, judging by the desperation he takes and eats you up.

Carlos Sainz (american teenager - ethel cain)

Morning sex - think of him being absolutely exhausted after a hard day at work, coming home to you - youre also exhausted, you were taking care of the kids, ran some errands, took a few calls. So you two cuddle up and fall asleep right away. Now lets take ourselves to the morning - its 7am, and the sun is already shining through the window. He wakes up to the feeling of your warm body, your bare skin against his. He might try to resist his urges at first, but then he'd inhale some of your scent - and he would immediately cave in. You cant resist his offer either, its tempting - being a parent, and having a husband who's always travelling... what could be a more perfect time to get going at it? The drowsiness after a good nights sleep still lingering and the rays of sunshine slipping through the window makes it much, much more addictive.

Max Verstappen (change (in the house of flies) - deftones)

Angry makeout sessions - now, lets be real. Did you expect anything else? This man has a lot of pent up anger. Not enough of that, he's a pretty angry man in general. He can be gentle, yes, and he has showed you exactly that multiple times. But one has to let off some steam and let the anger fade away. To him, making out with you is the perfect medicine. The softness of your lips and his aim to please you distracts his brain, and his senses get busy by letting his hands squeeze and caress your body anywhere he can reach. He seems to love your hips and your thighs - sometimes, he'd grip hard enough to leave some bruises. Not that you mind - it reminds you of the fact that he's yours, that he's desperate for you, and that he's not going anywhere. He needs you.

Daniel Ricciardo (teeth - 5SOS)

Getting handsy at the club/party - he doesn't even need those shots for the confidence, he already has enough. But something about the atmosphere gets him going. Is it the dim lighting? The smell of alcohol, sweat, and all those different perfumes mixed into one? Whatever it may be, he's definitely getting extra touchy. Rubbing your thigh while sitting in the booth, grabbing your waist to dance (not wrapping his hands around you, no - grabbing and squeezing it with his fingers), and all that jazz. Its almost like his hands have a mind of their own - he's far from the possessive type though. He just cant resist the inviting temptation to feel you with his hands.

Lewis Hamilton (renegade - aaryan shah)

Inappropriate thoughts during the wrongest moments - i dont have much explanation for this one, but it just makes sense. It does. Imagine listening to your boss talk about something incredibly boring. The conference is dragging on, on, and on. You can see someone napping, someone is doodling away in their notebook. Him? He's thinking about how he spent the night with you. He's thinking of how pretty your face looked, the tears smudging your mascara all over your cheeks, the pretty sounds you were making. And it was all for him. He quickly gets brought back to the earth as the boss calls his name. He's a lucky bastard though - he was always good at not letting his thoughts show on his face.

Lando Norris (monster - lady gaga)

Public fun - whatever the fun it might be. Anything ranging from caressing your waist in front of a group of people, to having sex in the most unconventional places ever. If there's even the smallest chance of getting away with it? He's doing it. And if the risk is even bigger? Even better. It excites him and turns him on like no other. The only thing thats more exciting about this is you, and the fact that he gets to do all those things to you, with you. Unlike Daniel - this little bitch is possessive as hell. He wont hesitate to give you hickeys where everyone can see them, while everyone can see.

Oscar Piastri (boyfriend - dove cameron)

Worshipping your partner - he's quiet, and he's kind of reserved. Doesnt mean that he's not as nasty as his teammate - just in a different way. He's more private. He'd enjoy being dominated by you, and only you, despite being a dom leaning switch himself. Youre his weakness, his royalty. You could be using him as a mere fucktoy, and he'd let you. He would also probably agree to a threesome with Lando - with the goal of being able to dominate and get dominated. He loved the idea of the whole focus going towards your pleasure - worshipping you.

George Russel (masterpiece - MIW)

The "face-off" - him sitting down on the edge of the bed, feet firmly on the ground, you straddling his lap. Youre grinding against each other, the room getting filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and more and more of his moans. Most importantly? Youre staring into each others eyes. You enjoy watching him turn into putty underneath your touch. You find the way his big eyes look up at you pretty - so you cant resist the urge to ride him until he's actually crying, and cant think of anything else but of getting more. He kisses you as a distraction - its one of the sloppiest makeout sessions that you guys have ever had. But, dont lie to yourself - its one of your favourites as well.

Alex Albon (whore - in this moment)

Using toys - he isnt scared of a little "help" in the bedroom. This man is far from insecure, and it shows. He doesnt see it as a sign of weakness, if anything - he thinks that they help to show his skills and abilities better. He's a giver - he often finishes from giving you the pleasure only. He's also willing to try whatever you want to try - he feels honoured and even flattered that you trust him enough to voice your deepest fantasies. And he will do anything in his power to fulfill them - he wants to hear just how good you moan for him. His pretty princess.

Sebastian Vettel (sonne - rammstein)

Smiling - this man smiles, grins, and smirks through anything, to the point it can make you uneasy sometimes. He's praising you? He's smiling. He's dirty-talking into your ear in front of people? He's smiling. He'll do that anytime, anywhere. But his favourite reason to smile is hearing the sounds you make - he thinks of the fact that they were brought out of your mouth by him, and a smile just slips. The only moment where you can see that smile falter is when he's on his third or fourth orgasm - he simply cant focus on anything else but you and the way your body feels. "Thats it schatz, just like that" - and thats how you know that this man is far gone already.

Jenson Button (diggin' my own grave - FFDP)

Neck kisses - it almost feels like your neck is the staple of his life. He can and will snuggle into it and kiss it any chance he gets. Its not even always sexual - he sometimes does it subconsciously - but its definitely one of his favourite aftercare activities. And you havent complained once. You enjoy the feeling of his warmth lingering on the skin of your neck, and the way it gently tickles whenever he decides to rapidly attack it with the kisses. Your scent and your warmth feels comforting and almost hypnotising to him. But sometimes it just cant help but have the opposite of the calming effect on him - and a second round happens.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fanart #formula one fanart #fanfiction #formula one fanfics #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #lewis hamilton #lando norris #oscar piastri #george russell #alex albon #sebastian vettel #jenson button

[bluecollarmcandtf]

The Family Business

The portrait of the Malik family still hangs over the fireplace. Even though they don't live in this mansion anymore, I like to look at it.

Their name used to have influence. The wealth Mr. Malik (center) had amassed in his lifetime was only eclipsed by his influence. His firstborn son, Omar (left) eagerly followed in his father's steps, greedily awaiting his chance to replace the old man. The youngest son, Amir (right) occasionally went to board meetings when he wasnt travelling the world, going from one lavish party to the next.

Despite being on top of the world, each of the three men fell far from their pedestals.

They shouldn't have tried to swindle my restaurant. My place might've been going down the toilet, but it was priceless to me. The Maliks tried raising the pricetag, but they quickly resorted to thinly veiled threats.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of their smug faces and their pompous lifestyles. They didn't deserve that existence, and I was more than capable of taking it from them.

"You're gonna be my new fry cook, son," I explain to Amir, as he nervously shifts in his new uniform.

"Can I just wear something more dignified?"

"Heck, no!" I clap the youngest Malik on the head, "You are representing my business here, so you wear what I tell you to."

Amir's lip quivers, and he knows he's helpless to disobey. My mind controlling abilities have him and his family bending to my will. Their own wills have become irrelevant. It's been this way ever since I paid a visit to their mansion, walking away with the three men marching obediently behind me.

"Whatever," Amir relents disdainfully, grimacing at the humidity and oil in the air.

"I know it's not the fancy tailored suits you are used to, son, but there's a lot more pride in wearing the Grease Pit uniform.

"Really?" he scoffs sarcastically.

"Of course there is!" I remind him, "Don't you love it when you slide that yellow polo on, look in the mirror, and see a Grease Pit employee staring back at you?"

"No," Amir scoffs, but he doesn't sound convinced.

I can tell I'm finally winning over his thoughts.

"Are you sure?" I press, "Because that's not what you said to me."

"What'd I say?" he only looks confused now.

"You told me you couldn't wait to be a part of this: a down-to-earth, blue-collar life like this. That's why you applied. Remember?"

The former party boy paused, but a grin eventually stretched across his lips. It was the first time I'd ever seen his genuine smile. He was devilishly handsome when he smiled.

"You're right, sir," he sticks out his chest a little, "I'll wear the uniform with pride."

"Every day, right?"

"Yes, sir," he replies cheerily.

"Remember, the best Grease Pit employees always work with a smile!" I add.

Amir laughs respectfully at his boss's quip, turning the sticky stove on. Little does he know that it is no joke. His mind is under my control, and he's just been convinced that he's my little cook who's absolutely beaming with pride and joy in his work.

I give him a playful smack on his rear as I leave. His butt is basically mine to play, and he can only smile and shrug off my advances.

"How're the dishes, son?" I call to Omar, as he scrubs away in the back of the building.

"Screw you," the former executive mutters, "And I'm not your son."

"Oh I don't know if you want to take that tone with me, boy," I remind him, "Remember what happened last time you gave me lip?"

Omar's mouth seals tightly as he looks away.

"Go on," I command, "Remind me."

The oldest son growls, "You made me clean your boots," slamming a dirty dish beneath the steaming water with rage.

"More than that, I think," I continue, "Explain what else."

"You made me lick them!" he yells at me with bared teeth, "And when I wasn't doing that right, you made me slow down and drag my entire tongue across your goddamn shoe."

"That's right," I brush off his intimidation, "Isn't this work so much more enjoyable?"

"It's all terrible!" he growls, "Every second since you showed up has been terrible. This place is disgusting! There's mold in every corner, the place smells like rotten meat, and it's at least a hundred degrees back here!"

I chuckle at the sweat pouring down his shirt.

"Well, the AC hasn't worked for years, and the water always comes out piping hot," I explain, "But that's nothing to be upset about."

"Oh really?" he bellows in rage as he splashes more dirty dishes into the scalding water.

"Sure, don't you love some hard work?" I ask, knowing this man hasn't ever worked hard, "That's the only way you feel accomplished."

"What are you talking about?" he scoffs.

I already know he'll be easy to sway. Men as desperate for attention as he is usually are.

"I'm talking about how you love a good project. You are so hard-working. You need something to apply yourself to completely."

"Well, I do work hard," he reiterates.

"Exactly! That's why I hired you, son."

"I'm not your-"

"Right, your not my son. Im just proud of you, is all. You're my hardest worker here, and I hate seeing this place in such a sorry state."

Omar's eyes soften, and for the first time he doesn't look like he wants to murder me.

"Well, maybe I could see if I can't scrub off that mold later," he quietly suggests.

"You'd do that?" I feign gratitude, "Do you think you could fix the AC too, son?"

"I don't know how that works," he reasons.

"Oh," I give him a look of disappointment.

"But let me try," he calls, sounding slightly desperate, "I'm sure I'll figure it out."

"That's good, son," I say, patting him on the head. Omar can't help but relax as I do, happy he has earned my approval.

Both brothers are eating out of my hand. It's time to visit dad."

"Mr. Malik," I call, "How's the front?"

The mature executive doesn't even bother turning his head, stating, "No customers if that's what you mean. Can't imagine anyone coming into a piece of trash like this."

"You're in here," I remind him.

"Against my will," he reminds me steadily.

He is not going to be as easy to manipulate as his sons, but that's perfectly fine. I don't want to warp this man into the most respectful or dedicated employee. I just want him to watch as I do that to his charming boys.

"So who were you gonna give the company?"

He sighs, staring at the empty restaurant.

"Tell me!" I command.

"Amir," he frowns deeper as his voice betrays him, "Probably. If he ever grew up. Omar was too eager, but he was the backup."

"Which one wants it more, do you think?"

His lip curls warmly as he thinks about his sons, "They both want it more than anything. They just have different ways of showing it."

"Well, I doubt they care about it anymore."

His eyes finally dart to my own. I can tell the all-powerful Mr. Malik is finally scared. He has no idea what I've done to his boys.

"Hey, boys!" I yell, "Get your butts up front!"

I smirk at the petrified father as the stove simmers down and the sink turns off. Heavy feet race over as the duo reports to us. They don't mind their father. The brothers are waiting to hear what I have to say to them.

"Omar?"

"Yeah, boss?" the grown man can barely hide his desperation for my approval.

"I know you had a pretty good career before, son" I admit, winking at the stunned father, "I won't stop you if you want to go back."

"No," his voice cracks as he answers hastily. Casting a nervous glance to his dad, he continues, "I just like the work here. There's a lot to do, but I can help fix this place up."

"You can certainly try, son," I smile deviously.

"And Amir?" The boy straightens his back.

"I wouldn't dream of leaving the Grease Pit, sir," he beams. I reach around and give his rear a playful, squeeze as he smiles wider.

Mr. Malik's nostrils flair as he sees what I've turned them into, but the former tycoon can't do anything about it. I dismiss his sons to get back to work.

The man is helpless to stop his body from giving me everything I want. The mansion, the vacation homes, even ownership of their enterprises were all signed over to me.

"Keep up the good work!" I call cheerily as I leave the restaurant.

While I hop in a sports car and speed off, they stay open late into the night. A few people wander in during their graveyard shift.

When I finally arrive at the secluded mansion, they are finally closing up and cleaning for the night. Amir cleans the kitchen while his older brother mops the floors. Mr. Malik is stuck scrubbing the toilets.

When I finally sink into a massive sofa and enjoy the fire. They are turning out the lights in the back office. Mr. Malik and his youngest curl up on stuff cots while Omar stays up to take care of the mold problem. He is certainly willing to go the extra mile for me.

As I drift off, I chuckle at the portrait of the three men. It's a silly thing to have such a grand painting of three fast food workers.

#gay hypnosis #mind control #hypno story #male transformation

[1-800-c0sm1c]

Hey!! Sorry if I’m doing this wrong I am new to this kinda stuff but do u mind writing headcanons on how the p5 phantom thief boys would take care of the reader when they’re on their period? If not it’s fine!

꒰baby im yours !꒱

p5 boys when their s/o is on their period headcannons !

character x afab!reader

includes joker, ryuji, yusuke, and akechi !

warnings : mentions of periods, obviously lol

a/n : its shark week for yours truly so i thought now is the best time to write this :D i wasnt sure what gendered reader you wanted, so i just decided to leave it as afab, hope thats alright :))

JOKER // REN AMAMIYA

maybe this is biased, but i feel out of everyone on this list hes the most prepared.

like, hes not overbearing but he knows just enough to spare you both any awkward conversations.

he doesnt have any feminine products in his bathroom since its technically shared with leblanc customers and he doesnt want to embarrass you or anyone else, but you know theres always a few of whatever you need in his school bag or his dresser!

hes a very calm person, which can be very relieving, especially when you accidentally bleed on something.

you both were hanging out one day after school, and when you got up off of his bed to go make some food, you noticed a red spot on the sheets.

you were internally freaking out, trying to figure out what to do knowing how some guys tend to find it gross, while ren literally just comments "dont worry about it, i needed motivation to do laundry anyways." and asks if you need anything.

you feel like youve just been given whiplash, no way thats it, hes so cool with it?

he even gives you a pair of his boxers and sweatpants since you bled through your clothes, and when you come out of the bathroom hes got a steaming hot cup of coffee and some chocolates on the counter all ready for you. <3

SKULL // RYUJI SAKAMOTO

confused, embarrassed, and a little bit (a lot) dramatic. he tries to act like its not a big deal, but in reality he doesnt really know anything about periods, and hes convinced youre secretly in a lot of pain. (which i mean, you could be depending on cramps… but you get what i mean.)

hes horribly uneducated on this topic, and definitely the worst person to be stuck with when you start. 

hes calling ann asking her to explain what to do with the reddest face youve ever seen. 🧍

ryuji definitely thought it was a little gross at first too, but once he understood it was just a normal thing your body did he felt more okay about it.

hes trying super hard to be a good boyfriend, but hes stuttering over his questions. barely able to ask you if he needs to get you anything.

i swear his eyes almost popped out of his head when you said all you wanted was for him to shut up and cuddle with you. 💀💀

he tries to be there for you as much as possible, but if you tend to get more angry, just note that hell try to stay away a bit. 

he has issues keeping his temper under control, even when it comes to you, and he doesnt want to start any unnecessary arguments.

at the end of the day, communication is key when it comes to you guys relationship, he just wants whats best for both of you!

FOX // YUSUKE KITAGAWA

yusuke has probably never felt the touch of another human being before you so hes very… confused to say the least.

what do you mean youre bleeding? and its normal? this happens monthly? his mind is blown.

i dont see him being weird in the way he wants to use your period as inspiration for a painting, but weird in the way that hell track it.

maybe this just a personal thing who finds it weird when a guy wants to track when your on your cycle, but it seems right up yusukes alley 😭.

hes a little strange, and he just wants to help! but he also doesnt really know what hes doing, so his presence can be a bit overwhelming.

gets pouty when you end up snapping at him, but once you explain why hes a lot more aware of how much hes bothering you.

hes also willing to get you whatever you need, as long as youre buying.

one time you had asked him to get you pads/tampons, and he called you 30 minutes later saying that he didnt have any money…

however, unlike someone else on this list, hes not embarrassed about it. more so genuinely curious, as he loves learning about you and he thinks its important to know how your body works!

hell probably draw you something nice as well if it makes you feel better. :)

CROW // GORO AKECHI

oh boy, akechi sure is a character. and i think with him it depends.

usually though hes just a pretty average guy. hes not stupid, but he also isnt the best at understanding your emotions, or his own, for that matter.

youre in public, akechi talking to one of the tv hosts after hes finished appearing on a show, and you gently tug on his jacket to let him know you started your period, and need the restroom. 

hes conflicted, whats supposed to come first, you or his reputation? when it comes to him, he makes any simple situation way more complicated in his head.

he makes an eternal sacrifice to shoo away the people talking to him, and he quickly takes off his jacket to wrap it around your waist. you both find a bathroom nearby and he paitently waits for you outside.

when you walk out, he offers to pick up whatever you may need (including some food) and take you home.

at your front door, he kisses your cheek, but cant help but noticed the nervous expression on your face.

its only then when you mention that akechis jacket is, in fact, a light color, and is most definitely stained now with bright red blood. his face goes blank, and youre worried for a second he might be mad.

he only shrugs at that, same detective prince smile as always, and jokes that youre paying for his dry cleaning.

#✧;;↬ my work.❞┊🍓 #✧;;↬ baton pass.❞┊🪄 #✧;;↬ 1 more.❞┊🎭 #persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #shin megami tensai persona #persona #joker x reader #ryuji sakamoto x reader #joker x you #ryuji sakamoto x you #yusuke kitagawa x reader #yusuke kitagawa x you #goro akechi x reader #goro akechi x you #fox persona 5 #skull persona 5 #crow persona 5 #joker persona 5

[kasumikoujou]

You whine so fucking much about how people don't care about innovades aside from Tieria, but you yourself haven't drawn Grave, Beside, 874, 887, Leif, etc etc even once, lol.

ive not read 00F, N, I etc yet, hope that helps 😭

i did not read them because when i did look out to read them they were hard to find anywhere online (except for one of them, but i did not want to only read one that wasnt even at the start of it all), and i was also not that interested in them all that much either; i know some characters from them are in the sd gundam game that's also on steam (cross rays (?)), but with how much ive been drawing lately & other irl things, i didnt get around to get it. i wanted to first see the characters through that & then try more to find the mangas if i wind up interested in them (my very first exposure of gundam as a whole that even led me to 00 was dwg3) or in worst case scenario just read the entire wiki of what goes on in them. from some friends that have read bits of them or know about them, they didnt like it so i didnt get my hopes up is all. i did like 874 & 887s designs and i was thinking of drawing them at some point regardless

for majority of them though, they have such drastically different of designs from all 00 media we mainly have that its also hard for me to grasp them as fitting in this series (not to say the designs are bad in any way! when i first got here i thought they looked pretty cool, i just think they look a bit off with the rest of 00, at least for the anime) with the introduction of even more dna sequences for some of them afaik 😭 its why ive also abstained from drawing the blue haired innovade appearing in the 2nd season livestage, but i did not cross out the possibility to draw them.

if you so much wanted me to draw any or even all of them that appear in these side stories, you couldve also simply just asked; ive written several times i am always open to requests including innovades

my tldr is i was not interested in those side stories yet to know much about them & i like focusing on drawing those i already know of + i do want to also draw every single background innovade we are shown thruout the anime & movie, despite they've no names

#dude this is my first tumblr hatemail #wouldve never thought itd be over gundam 🙏🙏🙏 #the sumi rambles

[akgaereporter]

txt: soobin catching strays for *checks notes* watching an anime..

tldr: a pann article(?) was starting shit abt an anime soobin mentioned on a live from MONTHS AGO. the anime (made in abyss) has some disturbing/horror/gore themes. he said he thought it was boring and was hesitant to recomend it to moas in the live. but in another live he had with seungkwan, he said he watched it because woozi mentioned it and then said he recommended it to sk. moas started making it a real issue, saying "if u defend him for this block me" & implying he endorsed the themes in the anime. sigh..

when ur in a meat eating competition and ur opponents are soobin antis who call themselves moas😱😱😱😱😱 yall are annoying as fuck all shade.. leave him ALONE abeg

tonight soobins name is trending on twt dot com for something other than the seunghan live or pannchoa making shit up about him😓 apparently (because i couldnt find it) a REAL kr pann article, not flopchoa, was made resurfacing an old live of him talking about animes he's watched. one of them was made in abyss, a psychological horror anime that is meant to be disturbing.

in this live he says that its not something he wants to recommend to moas because of the themes in it. after the clip started making rounds on twt however, people brought up the fact that he'd mentioned it before and said he enjoyed it.

now lets not jump to conclusions like SOME lewsers and realize here that the anime version of made in abyss that's available in korea is highly censored. it reduced the s3xual/problematic scenes that were in the manga, and had a lot of stuff cut out of it that made it bad.

but even if this wasnt the case, its so silly to suggest that u endorse every piece of media u watch☠️ are u a vehicle if i watch cars 2?? are u a murderer if u watch true crime?? are u gay if u watch heartstopper? well yes but lets please use some critical thinking here friends

the first two screenshots from his live alone should be the end of this discussion because thats obviously how he really feels. but noooo user28247943 on twt.com always has to create some thinkpiece for other no brain having ass kpop stans to like and rt and make blockchains abt.. exhibit a:

like what the hell r these people yapping about. me when im trying SOOOO HARD im PISSING and CRAPPING MYSELF to make this grown man from south korea who has no idea i am look like a bad person☠️

yeonternet was the person who started all this bs tho. idk if theyre the one who brought the pann article to twt but their tweets abt it are so braindead lord.. this person had over 1k follows trying to police what an adult man watches & saying it makes her uncomfortable that he does.. girl dont watch what he watches then?? and after shitting out that steaming load of crap shawty deactivated without clarification cause she couldnt take the heat ! ikdr never come back

++apparently the author of made in abyss admitted that they used the show to portray their s3xual fantasies abt children but even hardcore watchers of the show didnt know that like..

also when he initially said all this in the live the response was fawking normal as it should be..

bc it isnt just gore and horror and nasty scenes, it has worldbuilding elements, characters, plot, etc that people enjoy it for. its rated highly and its so fucking ridiculous that people were genuinely throwing around the word PEDO for stupid shit like this. when actual pedos show up yall wont even be able to recognize them through the serious justice warrior twitter brainrot thats spreading rn..

but the bottom line here is that its pretty clear people are trying to start a smear campaign on soobin. the pann article itself was just nasty akgaes and antis adding onto the hate train hes been getting since the sh live thing. and it's just so nasty and horrible to see self proclaimed moas jumping on that the first chance they got like damn bitch ur just a LOSER who never liked sb in the first place. need all of these mfs ran off the app immediately like its concerning to see how many of them have large followings

uarmyeonjun went priv but she had almost 2.5K FOLLOWS before those twts. genuinely be careful who u call oomf like these people are real hybrids all it takes is an alt/priv and a dream for a normal person to turn into a complete FREAK ASS😓 hell is real and its called moaville

a story in 3 parts:

maybe 4

1.3k follows are we not SCARED?

here’s a link to a thread of the clowns in HD ! point and laugh❤️

https://x.com/beomjzns/status/1726102040848527854?s=61

anyways stay safe in these streets trust nobody stay strapped at all times. kpoptwt gets uglier everyday bye

#kpoptwt #moas #soobin #txt #twitter #kpop

[bunnyb34r]

So RC and I caught the rest of the team up with BaldBastard's stupid ass shit yesterday and I was getting "excited" (loud) adding on to things RC forgot like the fucking tote, and they lost it agsgsgdgd they were like "god he's so lucky I wasnt there when he said that. What a joke"

And they thought it was so funny how I was all fired up bc usually I'm very calm and quiet. Which was funny bc I wasnt even mad, I was annoyed. Like stop telling me how to do my job when YOU can't even do yours right. Which reminded me of how BratBoy was afraid of me bc the only times he would hear me talk outside of greetings/goodbyes, was when I was pissed enough to bitch to him (like when we all started bitching ab how NewLady works and he was like :0 that's the first time I actually heard you talk (and you're yelling at me 😢) and he was like why are you all yelling at me??? And RC was like oh Mar isnt yelling, this is just her being irritated. You haven't seen her yelling.) Anyway I went to do my job like nothing happened agsgdgdgdg like that's just me blowing off steam.

Then! We get an email (printed out and handed to us by RC) from the regional manager on clothing expectations. Again, don't fucking tell me how to do my job when you can't do yours right. (Managing BaldBastard into being an actually decent store manager)

AND!!!! the fucking example pictures WERE WRONG. All the shit BaldBastard fucking yelled at us for, suddenly is the RIGHT way to do things. Almost like we FUCKING KNEW WHAT WE WERE DOING THE WHOLE TIME. But the packaged clothes being flipped every other one, IS wrong and looks bad, so I'm gonna keep doing it the right way, bc I KNOW I'm right. But for the hard to stack shit I will alternate and be like well the pictures shooow....

Anyway days like these make me miss BratBoy bc he knew to respect the clothing team (after we "yelled" at him) sgdgdggdgd fucker learned his place then

#marquilla #work talk

[the-terukane-archives]

i feel like interacting with other anons is some secret (and illegal) art idk here we go coffeeshop au- TERU IS THE BARISTA NOW MEHEHEHEHEHE

roughly 7 am in the morning, a down-trodden looking young man drags himself into a store called "coffee or else" the man in question is akane aoi. having stayed up until the unholy hours doing work have made him crave caffeine to keep him going. he took but a brief shower, not wanting to make the employees chase him out.

the blonde guy at the front didnt seem too worried about his order of four shots of espresso, only wordlessly surveying akane's appearance with a piercing blue gaze before handing akane the receipt. his nametag says "minamoto teru" (he files away that information with his other important thoughts). it has quite a plethora of stickers on it, looking as if placed haphazardly by an overenthusiastic 4-year-old.

the earlier checking out would have bothered a more lucid akane, but zombie akane was having none of it. so what if his eyebags were enough to fit a suburban mom's whole grocery list? its not his problem. zombie akane stumbled into a clean-enough-looking bean bag in the corner, not noticing the blahaj with a particular white, blue, and pink flag stitched upon it that he immediately took into his hands.

if akane knew the only other person in the store was eyeing this particular plush of choice, he didnt show it. the coffee arrived without consequence in a container (their hands DID brush though), but wait! it seems something has been scribbled upon it besides his name!

"come back soon :) and maybe with pants that arent stained with previous coffee runs. i dont appreciate that you fool around with other coffee shops :,( " he's already a few steps out the door at this point, but he turns around so quickly that he almost gives himself whiplash. in the glass window, the barista from earlier only gives him a cheerful little wave.

steaming and pretending as if he wasnt almost redder than a tomato, he stomped away swearing never to return.

(he inevitably returns in a day.)

like akane i do not trust my own lucidity so its bedtime for me, byeas!

-princess carry anon (btw cc anon, how long does it take for you to clothe your asks?)

first of all i love your word choice, second of all to be honest my reaction to you & colour-coding anon is like “oh the kids are getting along! good for them”, third of all i wish i could clock out so bad but i’ve got a chemistry project to finish 😭😭😭

#tbhk #terukane #from remy

[bridgyrose]

Fallenpetals mood you say?

How about a young Cinder and Ruby meeting in detention. Cinder is there because she is a troublemaker and Ruby wound there by accident. Despite the rumors surrounding Cinder, Ruby decided that it's as good time as any to make her first friend.

Interpret (or don't) however if suits you XD

Cinder watched as Ruby walked into the detention hall, head hung low as she looked almost embarrassed to be seen here. Granted, what she had heard happened wasnt entirely Ruby’s fault: the girl had wanted to be a hero and had punched a kid to stop him from bullying one of the faunus students. And while that should’ve made her feel a bit better, it still didnt help the uneasy feeling in the pit of her own stomach as she watched the girl sit down next to her. “First time?” 

“It wasnt even my fault…” Ruby said in a half whine, half defeated tone as she dropped her head to her desk and let out a heavy sigh. “I… just wanted to help…” 

“From the sounds of it, you seemed to help out quite a bit. Heard the kid you dropped had to be sent to get stitches for his nose.” 

A high pitched whine left Ruby at the thought of what she had done. 

Cinder winced and put a hand on Ruby’s back, pulling back quickly as a bit of steam and smoke started to rise from the back of the girl’s shirt. “You’ll… you’ll get used to it. Being punished for things that arent completely your fault. You know what they say: no good deed ever goes unpunished.” 

Ruby paused for a moment and looked over at Cinder. “D-didnt you burn a few students the other day?”

“Like I keep telling everyone, that wasnt my fault.” Cinder looked at her hands and slowly put her gloves back on once she saw steam rise in the cold air. “Someone… had to teach them… a lesson anyway.” 

Ruby nodded and sat up a bit as she looked the girl over once more. Rumor around the school was that the girl had been abandoned by her family and picked up by a huntsman paid to teach her. Since then, she’s been dragged from school to school because of a few mysterious accidents that followed her around. “Well… maybe… you need a friend.” 

“I dont do friends. People get close to me, get hurt… well, you know the stories. You should stay clear of me.” 

“Maybe that’s why you need a friend. So that way you know someone will have your back and be able to get to know you.” 

Cinder gently put a hand on her arm and took a few breaths to calm herself as she felt her hands start to burn and the air around her shift as a flame tried to sprout from her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest and she found herself moving her chair a little further away from Ruby as she spoke, still not sure why the wrong words came out of her mouth. “Fine, but dont say I didnt try to warn you.” 

Ruby grinned and pulled Cinder into a hug. “Then we’ll be best friends!” 

Cinder froze in the girl’s grip as her heart started to slow and her nerves calmed a bit, though the gloves she wore still felt warm to the touch. She had wanted to tell her no, to tell her to buzz off, but instead, she found herself completely unable to say any of that. “Best friends…. Maybe… that can work.”

#ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #cinder fall #fallen petals #cinder x ruby #rwby #drabbles #Once upon a detention #once upon a detention au #I have lots of thoughts for this one #young maiden!cinder anyone? #the distrust of not being able to control those powers #the way ruin follows her

[magioffire]

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

salty mun questions ; accepting

oh boy LOL i have sadly had quite a few very mild to medium level of annoying stuff happen over my many many years of rping on this site. feel like i gotta cover one of the big annoying experiences!! if we are going with highest amount of annoyance caused....i would have to say it was my experience with an rp partner that was a liiiiittle bit obsessed with me, or perhaps more accurately, obsessed with vali. its a little bit of a wild ride so BUCKLE UP:

at first it started off as a completely normal rp partnership -- in fact, the two of us hit it off quite well and immediately started rping regularly. i enjoyed myself for a while, oblivious to what was gonna unfold. things happened in my life and i slowed down on my activity on this site. i was very open to them about what was going on and explained i just would not be able to be as active or engaged. but they just did. not. let. up. at first it started slow, and i wasnt bothered at all to get regular asks and lots of messages, i love that!i really do! but this...this was another ball game...

but it began to get to a point where the asks got more frequent, and then more insistent, and they and their characters got increasingly more desperate in an attempt to keep my and vali's attention i think??? and they started to get...vaguely passive aggressive about me being slow with responses and i could tell sometmes they were jealous when i replied to/was more invested in other threads.

i liked our characters dynamic and i liked rping with them, but the weirder it got ooc, the less my muse was invested in their characters, the less i was invested in a ship dynamic, because it felt very forced. and i also felt like they were kinda obsessed with the idea of shipping their characters with vali, and yet after a while after agreeing to ship ...only wanting very surface level interactions where vali spent most of his time protecting and defending their character. and like im sorry, but if your character has literally no spine then vali is gonna steam roll right over them and leave them in the dust just because hes such an intense character. he needs someone just as willful as him to play off of effectively. i didnt realize that yet at the time and thought it was the growing pains a new underdeveloped ship, and that it would change. it didnt.

just kept getting A LOT of borderline obsessive behavior towards me and my muse. they also would very transparently take ideas i had and try to apply them to their own characters. and like, i wasnt mad about that, i dont actually own the basic concepts themselves, but the ripping off of headcanon ideas, and posting similar headcanons right after me, got so prevalent that others started to notice and mention it. i really disliked that because i dont like people fighting my battles for me but. sigh another cherry on the annoying pie i guess.....

told them multiple times that they need to slow their roll and be patient. then it got even weirder. i eventually started branching back out and finding new rp partners, as well a rekindling old rp partnerships after being very low activity for so long. and i hit it off quite well with some new rp partners i still interact with to this day, started some ships. and well...that's when it ...well, they acted very strange and jealously, like they were following me around to whoever i was interacting. which usually isnt an issue, i WANT my rp partners to meet eachother and interact. but i very quickly got the feeling based on their behavior, they werent following my rp partners cuz they actually wanted to rp with them, but because they wanted to keep 'tabs' on what i was doing with my rp partner. i know now they were likely very jealous about the sort of romantic chemistry my rp partners and i were creating between our muses.

and then i started getting anons that were very obviously written by them complaining about how they tried to become friends with my rp partners, but got rejected blah blah blah. and that. that kinda was the last straw. i dont play games like that. you can pull ALL that shit on me and i'll give you second, third, fourth chances if i think youre worth it, but the minute you start dragging my friends in and putting strain on my other friendships.....NAH!!!

i told them off again, told them exactly how i felt, how i knew it was them sending the anons to me, and that they needed to stop. and then gave us some space, cuz i knew we needed to cool off and have time away from eachother. one day i woke up to find that they had deleted me off discord, and then tried to re-add me, likely as a ploy to get my attention. took my chance, said im done interacting with you, and ran like the wind!!!!! freedom!!!!!! maybe not the most tactful way i could have dealt with it...but i tolerated their shit for so long and i was just. tired and wanted out of this weird dynamic i had going on with this person before it went from 'annoying' to 'creepy' to straight up toxic.

moral of the story: sometimes people are so annoying they veer way outside the lines of 'annoying' and go straight into 'creepy'. i should have known that this just wasnt a healthy rp relationship when the first red flags showed up but alas….i try to see the good worthwhile side of everyone i interact with.... until they utterly prove me wrong. but their immature way of dealing with things was really driving me up a goddamn wall more than anything. i dont regretting getting the fuck out of dodge lol

#ooc. #ask. #thr27percent #real ones know #under a read more cuz its kinda long #this happened a long time ago now but lord. the annoyance is still so FRESH in my damn mind.... #at least now i know what red flags to look out for to avoid clingy immature rp partners in the future

[missmouse25]

This is maybe really weird one, but I have Crohn disease and sometimes I would just like someone (Max F) to take care of me, like prepare meals I can eat, rub my tummy, massage my back during bad days…

Hey Anon ✨ I hope you're feeling ok. Thank you for the promt, it wasnt weird at all ❤️

Patience - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 645 words // tw for feeling ill (duh...)

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When the going gets tough… Sometimes you just need someone else to take care of you for a bit. To notice what’s wrong and do something without you having to ask. Someone that will take care of you.

And so, the universe very kindly sent me Max. He was kind and patient. He had listened to me when I’d told him about my ailment and learnt more on his own time. He then took it upon himself to do anything he could to make me feel better. And words could not describe how much I appreciated him.

I watched as Max pottered around the kitchen. He had been busy for most of the day yet he had been insistent on cooking supper for us tonight. His phone lay on the counter open to a recipe site. Max had a few different ones saved; ones that he knew I’d be able to stomach and that he’d be able to cook. That last part was a big factor.

“Oh, I got a message from my mom earlier,” Max told me as he carefully measured ingredients. “She says that you and her need to spend a day together again. She really enjoyed the last time.”

“I’ll call her tomorrow and plan something,” I said.

“Sometimes I think that she only talks to me to find out how you are,” he confessed.

I laughed because although it wasn’t true, she did ask after me a fair bit.

Max continued cooking and I admired him from my seat. He was precise with the amounts and times when he cooked, a trait I was sure was a hangover from his time racing. I watched as his glasses fogged up with steam as he stood over the stove and the way he scrunched his nose in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to...” I began.

The words fell away as I felt a pain in my abdomen. I closed my eyes as I leant forward, resting my head on the countertop.

“Babe, are you…?” I heard Max’s voice.

A pair of hands came to rest on my shoulders and I felt a kiss being planted on my head.

“Not feeling good?” He asked, even though he knew what the answer would be.

“It just flared up.”

Max ran his hands down my arms and gently pulled me up till I was resting against him as he stood. His hands rested softly on my stomach under my shirt before he gently started to rub my skin.

“I’m sorry, babe.” He sounded dejected for me. “Anything I can do?”

“This is good, thank you. I love you.”

After we’d eaten supper and showered, I lay with Max in our bed. After the long day, my body felt tired. I was looking forward to a nice, long sleep.

Max had his around my shoulders as I snuggled up to his side, head on his chest.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A bit better.”

I listened to the sound of his breathing. It was so constant – like waves lapping against the sand on a beach.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

The fact that he still asked even after a full evening of cooking for me, making sure I’d taken my meds and just being a wonderful boyfriend, it made my heart melt like butter.

“And don’t say no if there is something, babe.” Max put his cheek on the top of my head. “Tell me. I want to help.”

I thought about declining his offer but there wasn’t any harm in humouring him.

“Could you maybe just massage my back?”

“Of course, babe,” Max said.

I could hear the smile in his voice and I knew, that he’d always stay with me. That I was fortunate that I had fallen in love with someone so caring. And that he’d fallen in love with me too.

#i havent proofread this properly so please forgive any mistakes #i hope you like it anon! #max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe

[jessaerys]

finally finished the jeffrey dahmer show and honestly it was so baffling to me. it wasnt bad television per se, in terms of technical skill -- there were even some parts i really liked (ep 1 was really tight and i thought it was a subversive twist to start in the pov of the victim that did get away so his survival by the end of the episode is a relief and effective/cathartic tension/release, ep 6 where we get to see the tony character's whole life before he meets dahmer was also truly compelling) but ultimately the whole time it just felt like the usual seedy filthy true-crime morbid voyeurism was gift-wrapped in woke paper and the "humanizing the victims" factor was there as a chore so that the rest of the show (the dahmer backstory + three dimensional portrait) could be justified in the first place. AND like... i don't even object to dahmer being humanized; i think art/storytelling that forces you to empathize with people who commit truly heinous crimes has so much value, but like... i didn't ACTUALLY understand dahmer, other than "well he was lonely and awkward and he had a weird fetish and the circumstances to not be stopped" like him and 304219012309 other white boys, so that's nothing new.

i think if the project was mostly the same BUT it was written/directed/ran by someone else other than ryan murphy (a black gay man, or someone in the victims' family) it would change the entire context and put the series in a different light but unfortunately we know ryan murphy loves to woobify the attrocities of attractive white men so mostly i think dahmer got the "he was misunderstood !!!!" treatment

(+ also the carceral system being portrayed as a place of healing through run of the mill christianity... girl what asdsadksajks. the guy who beat him to death being framed as an Angel of Justice was almost, almost really fucking cool, if, we had not spent the rest of the episode watching dahmer convert to christianity and finally find some sort of fullfilment in life it seems, so that in that context his death at the hands of someone who believes in a "god of vengeance" (a black man with psychotic episodes) rather than a god of forgiveness (a neuroatypical "misunderstood "white man) comes across almost as tragic/unfair. like what were we supposed to get out of that dichotomy? if it was "there's some crimes not even god can forgive" then they did a shit job at portraying that intention.)

(also john wayne gacy making a secondary character appearance in the last episode and being a full on cartoon evil murderer to Contrast Against Dahmer... on the one hand i can see how that could have been done well in the hands of a more skilled and socially nuanced writer but GOD IT WAS SO.... KINDERGARDEN MORALITY)

and i ran out of steam so i cant even get into the hypocricy of trying to have a "true crime hurts victims" moral while being a true crime that did indeed hurt victims by not contacting them or getting their approval to be made

this got longer than intended. anyway dont recommend it

#dahmer 2022

[sirrsfunkylilbitches]

No proof reading done here this is lazy

Tullius could still hear the water running when he came back from running errands, which was odd. He stood in the doorway for a moment, eyes glued to the bathroom door at his right. He held his paper bag  a bit tighter to his chest with a sigh.

« Gaillard, are you really still in there? I left two hours ago. » He spoke loud enough for his companion to hear as he stepped into the small motel room they had rented, putting the bag of groceries down onto the wobbly dinning table he wasn't really looking forward to sit at.

No response as he put the fresh produce away, worry slowly growing in him. He turned his head to stare back at the bathroom door, still feeling uneasy. He knew that Gaillard was there, and it wasnt like him to play dead unless he was troubled by something.

Quiet steps towards the door and a gentle knock, then came Tullius' voice once more.

« Gaillard you're wasting water. »

Gaillard sighed, frustrated

« I'm not done. »

« Not done? You got in before I left. I know you are sitting in the bath, get up. »

He gave the door another gentle knock, letting him know that he was considering getting in. He could pratically see him through the door, Gaillard's behavior had become very predictable to him.

« I'm not. » Gaillard replied as he was, indeed, sitting in the bath, shower head spraying warm water directly onto his back. He rested his chin onto his knees as he held his legs close to his body, gaze lost into nothingness.

Tullius let out a small frustrated groan and finally turned the doorhandle, hit with a wave of warmth as he stepped in. The room was full of steam, and smelled strongly of cheap bath products. His nose picked up on another, much more sublte scent, which he very easily recognized. In the middle of the room were Gaillard's discared clothes, Tullius bending down with a sigh as he picked up his friends pants and undergarnment. Without any questions asked, he took them to the sink for a rince, the awfully familliar, iron like scent tickling at his nose as he scrubbed the fabric under cold water.

Gaillard had tensed up, knowing very well what his guardian had tasked himself with. He slowly rocked back and forth, holding his head in his hands. Both stayed in silence for a moment, Tullius the first to break the ice

« I thought you said that you had packed everything you needed. »

« I thought I did. I got mixed up. »

Mixed up he sure was, he was convinced that he still had a few injection vials left, but didn't. He completely forgot about his injections as a whole until his body betrayed him this very morning. Gaillard had spent over a millenia without hormone therapy, he was used to periods, but having lived even a short moment without them had been enough to completely change his view on them. This now affected him more than it had ever before and it was utterly humiliating.

« I suppose our plans for this afternoon are changing, then? I will look for a pharmacy, small and easy one to…borrow from. » Tullius suggested.

He had no interest in standing witness to yet another one of Gaillard's crimes but Gai needed it, both for materials and as a way to cheer up.

« …I want to go home. »

Gaillard's voice was low, quiet like a whisper, yet filled with such a strong sorrow that it made Tullius' heart sink.

Both of them knew there was no such place as ‘home' for Gai. He did have a lair, but it was more of a storage space and hideout than an actual home.

Tullius let the fabric slip out of his hands as he turned the water off with a sigh.

« Get out, you need rest. »

Knowing Gai's boundaries well, he did not hesitate to pull the hideous shower curtain out of his way to cut the water off from the shower as well.

Gaillard swore under his breath, getting up with shaky legs, feeling a bit numb from sitting for so long. He clung onto one of Tullius' arms as he stood out of the bath, puddle forming at his feet.

He did not look his friend in the eye once, instead walking straight to the clean clothes he had hung near the door. He did not take time to dry himself off properlly either, simply shaking his body a little before slidding himself into clean pijamas.

Pijamas. Yeah. That told Tullius everything he needed to know about Gai's current mood.

Gaillard stepped out of the bathroom without a word, throwing himself onto one of the beds with a loud thud. Tullius stood there for a moment before he decided to grab a towel to clean the mess of blood and water on the floor. He did not get time to do much tho, as Gai's voice called for him soon enough.

« You can clean up later, come here these sheets are cold as fuck. »

Gaillard never asked for comfort, not directly at least. But Tullius had gotten more than enough time to learn to read through the lines when it came to some of Gai's requests. He had studied him like a book, not like it was much of a choice but it came in handy.

He let the wet towel drop onto the edge of the sink with a flop and followed Gai's footsteps, making it to one of the small beds in the crowded room. He laid by Gai's side, Gaillard quickly turning to wrap an arm around him, resting his head on Tullius' chest. He still avoided looking him in the face and was awfully quiet, which was quite a rare occurrence.

« Do you still want to go back to the lair? » Tullius asked, slowly rubbing Gai's back.

They were not even on the right continent, but they had went on bigger trips on a more sudden thought before. Tullius would be ready to leave at any time that Gaillard decided.

« No I- I don't know. We'll see. »

Gaillard closed his eyes and Tullius could feel him relax slightly, his smaller body melting against his.

The silence was heavy, he knew that Gai was unwell but there was not much he could do. Gaillard had a very, very thick shell.

« I will make dumplings for dinner. »

Distractions were usually the way to go, and it seemed to work its charm now as well as he felt Gai giggle by his side.

« Damn, you should have said that right away, I would have thrown myself out of that shower. »

« I'm not letting you eat the ingredients before I get to finish. Get rest, I'll cook while you sleep. »

Tullius gave his companion's head a gentle rub, pulling a small hum out of Gai.

« Fine, do it the boring way. » He replied with a small smile. « Not letting you go just yet tho, just push me off when I start snoring. »

« I figured. » Tullius closed his eyes to let himself rest as well, listening to his friends breath slow down as he drifted into slumber, letting go of his worries even if it was just for a short time.

#sirrsmindfuckery #gaillard #tullius

[flockofdoves]

made so much japanese curry udon. was gonna make half the box of the curry roux but then doubted myself and was like w/e i’ll do the whole thing since thats more efficient i’m tired this week and itll be nice to have leftovers

but i kinda regret that. i thought it seemed like there were slightly too many onions in following the box recipe (it was hot vermont apple and honey curry) but it was a perfect amount of onions for the size and i maybe could love even more in it. but there was just not nearly enough room in the pan for the amount of onions. even though i planned it out and did a bunch of batches (making it take way longer than it couldve been if they fit better) it still was overcrowded after they cooked down to where i wanted them, so the chicken thigh pieces i put in didnt brown barely at all just kinda steamed

i didnt feel like there were enough potatoes following the box instructions and even after adding an extra potato i still thought there could be more

didnt have fresh carrots so after all that was done sauteeing i just put in frozen mixed vegetables but instead of even vaguely trying to sautee those i should have put them in towards the end of it simmering bc the broccoli and cauliflower got a bit too mushy

used two types of mixed frozen vegetables and i usually love peas but the peas in the peas and carrots bag i put in just tasted really weird im worried they werent frozen properly either at the store or from me taking a while before getting home after grocery shopping. i noticed they were barely frozen by the time i got home yesterday. so like i guess worried about food poisoning maybe but i just made so much and was so tired after cooking so long that i just picked them all out i’ll hope for the best lol :(

the curry roux itself was good in its consistency, none of the weird waxiness or graininess of some shittier ones ive had before, the flavor was decent but even though it was “hot” it literally just wasnt spicy in the slightest so i added a bunch of gochugaru and shichimi togarashi and italian red pepper flakes and ginger powder and some curry powder to make it a bit spicier and more complex but even then since there was just So Much Curry even with dumping a bunch of spices in it barely made a dent in the flavor and i kinda gave up

i put in slightly more than the 1.1 pounds of meat it called for and it still was not enough

it wouldve maybe also benefited from some hard boiled eggs and more vegetables in general despite how much i felt like i put in

i think my conclusion in the future is that i’ll make half as much from now on and use my widest pot, i would follow the proportions for onions in halving it but keep the same amount of potatoes and meat as the original and would try to actually have fresh carrots. i was worried about overcooking the meat but if there werent as many onions then maybe i’d just brown the meat first thing and add the onions right after. if i had broccoli or something id put it in way towards the end.

#cpost #food blogging

[lepoppeta]

How about your Atlas and Jack for *whispers* alllll the questionnnns!! >:3c

*wheeze*

i hope you dont mind but i ended up taking some of the questions/answers out simply because they were my answers were boring/irrelevent (and i was really starting to lose steam at the end there). i answered the rest of them with as much detail as i could, though.

what is each members love language?

atlas love language is definitely "physical touch", which is interesting because he comes across as extremely charismatic when he wants to be. i think, while he understands how useful words can be, he doesnt put much stock into them himself; ive said this before but hes very much a 'punch first, ask questions later' kind of guy. atlas is usually the one to initiate any sort of physical contact between him and anyone else.

jacks a little trickier, but id probably peg him as either "acts of service" or "quality time". if he likes a person, he makes a point to make himself useful to them. that, or he just… hangs around them and attempts to make conversation. how well that works depends on where his attention lies.

what would they describe as a perfect date?

neither of them are difficult to please. jacks standards for romance are rock-bottom; hes able to be swept away by just about anything. however, he doesnt care much for fancy dinners or anything expensive (in fact he considers that kind of thing to be rather thoughtless, and who can blame him?).

atlas is a little more specific but just as low-key. a glass of whiskey; a roll in the hay. he isnt particularly fussy.

i will say that neither of them (and this is more-so me projecting) are that into the idea of dating. they go about their daily lives, stealing kisses and loving fiercely, and thats more than enough for them both.

who made the first move?

atlas, and with dishonest intention. jack wasnt meant to be anything more than a pawn in raptures inevitable civil war; atlas was planning on buttering him up enough so that the common man would have at least one high-class idiot on their side. the fact that said high-class idiot just so happened to be "the prince of rapture" was just icing on the cake.

atlas took advantage of jacks listlessness and apathy and ended up falling for him like an absolute lovestruck moron. jack knows this, of course, but he doesnt blame atlas. after all, he might have done the same if it meant the possibility of a better future.

who is more sentimental?

initially i would say both, but ultimately i think atlas may be the bigger sap, if only for the immense guilt he carries.

jack, after regaining his memories and thinking atlas dead, resolved to finally find his sense of self as a savior and caretaker for his newly-adopted daughters, and had purpose to help him through his (unwarranted) grief. he has learnt how to persevere despite adversity and to not dwell too much on things he cannot change.

atlas, on the other hand, was stuck in persephone for a long while with nothing but his own thoughts for company, and thus had plenty of time to accumulate the biggest guilty conscious known to man. he knows that, had things not gone the way they did, both of them would probably be long dead, but he cant help but sometimes imagine what might have been if rapture wasnt as cruel as it was.

which one calls the other to kill the spiders?

these two have faced down super-powered zombies on crack. spiders are nothing.

who falls asleep first?

whoever couldnt sleep the night before.

who wakes up first?

whoever gets sick of their own thoughts the fastest, so atlas (usually).

who is more relaxed/carefree?

jack is generally a lot more chill (not necessarily forgiving); atlas has a much shorter fuse.

what is one way their personalities compliment each other (is it opposites attract or are they pretty similar)?

atlas is loud and aggressive and viscous while jack is cool and collected and frosty. jack is probably the only person on the planet that could insult atlas and have the latter take it seriously, because he knows how honest to a fault his boy is and much he means every word he says.

jack is so used to fending for his own emotional and physical satisfaction that it was initially overwhelming that someone wanted to provide, for once.

who is always cold?

they both run pretty warm! (summer with no ac is an actual sodding nightmare for these two).

which member is always trying to bring home stray animals and which member always has to say no?

this really isnt answering the question directly, but i can provide something similar -- jack is actually the "bad cop" parent. atlas is way easier for the girls to manipulate.

who worries more?

they both worry immensely about each other and their daughters and the future but since they dont want the other to worry even more than they already are (and because neither of them are great at communication) a lot of things get left unsaid out of consideration.

what are some non-sexual activities they do together?

sleep. they love sleeping together. after being so violently separated and after experiencing so much intense pain and grief, the only thing they can do to force themselves to remember the other and their surroundings are real is via physical touch. at this point its almost impossible for one to comfortably fall asleep without the other.

who would be able to talk their way out of a speeding ticket?

jack, probably. atlas would probably just get really pissed off and possibly get a second ticket for verbally berating an officer of the law.

who is the better cook?

theyre probably about the same, which is "passable, if youre close to starvation".

what are some things they dont agree on?

whos fault it was (newsflash: it was no-ones fault). they talk in circles about taking blame, and then as soon as they think theyve reached a conclusion the argument will start anew.

which member is more physically affectionate?

atlas!

which member is more verbally affectionate?

theyre probably about the same.

how does each member feel about pda?

i mean this is the 1960s, so… theyve simply gotten used to saving that stuff for when theyre away from prying eyes.

whos the safer driver?

jack!

whats each members flirting style?

their styles violently switch between "shut up" / "make me" and approaching each other in an extremely gentle and genuine way. they know how to read a room well enough to figure out if its going to be one or the other.

which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

uhhh atlas has probably stolen a couple of jacks sweaters once or twice, but i dont think its something they make a habit out of.

are they an introverted or an extroverted couple?

introverted by a huge margin.

who is the big/little spoon?

they take turns, although usually it ends up looking more like a crazy straw or a pretzel situation.

who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

despite his short temper, atlas isnt stupid by any means. theyre both pretty well thought-out and reasonable in the grand scheme of things.

who is more likely to get jealous?

oh, atlas. 100%. and you can see it too, clear as day (hes very bad at hiding strong emotions). hell cross his arms and glare and and sulk while he struggles not to interrupt whatever conversation jack has going on and whisk him away to inevitably drive him up against a wall and make himself feel better.

what was the most surprising thing they found out about each other when they started seeing each more seriously?

atlas often forgets that jack was born into a much higher socio-economic class than he was. jack has a "rich boy" switch he very seldom uses (atlas saw it for the first time when they joined forces with sinclair and delta); he becomes cold and calulating and downright dangerous. atlas is both frightened and turned on a little by this.

jack was intrigued by just how soft atlas could get in comparison. atlas is a man made up of emotions, and compassion is absolutely one of them.

who stays up way too late and who drags them to bed?

atlas is the worse sleeper of the two.

whos messier?

honestly theyre both pretty untidy but jacks a bit better if he actually maks an effort to be. atlas just does not care.

who wanted / would want kids first?

given the events of the au that i use, neither of them had much of a choice concerning that. it wasnt like jack was going to leave the sisters behind, and atlas understood almost immediately that jack and the girls were now a packge deal.

who fell in love first?

jack did. jack fell hard, because he was so lonely. if he was going to spend the rest of his days living in someones shadow, then hed rather do so with someone who loved him back (or at least pretended to) than with someone who didnt care at all.

atlas was quick to follow though. he was unintentionally wooed by jacks earnest honesty and just by the fact that he loved him and loved him so deeply. atlas just couldnt help himself; how could he say no to that face?

#ask game #answered ask #bioshock #jack ryan #atlas mulligan #jatlas #alternate universe #musicalshock

[pinkseas]

Dad may not be here but there's a bag of chocolate chips in the cabinet, there's milk in the fridge and cinnamon on the island. You can still melt it all together sitting on the kitchen counter, your favorite mug set beside you as you stir.

You take your time mixing in the chocolate, almost forgetting to add the cinnamon altogether, and though the process is slow and sluggish it feels like no time has passed at all once it's done.

Thin wisps of steam waft up as you sip at it, both hands wrapped around your mug, ignoring the burn.

It tastes almost exactly the way it did when dad used to make it. Just by watching him all those years you've managed to get it right.

Stupidly, selfishly, you wish that you'd screwed it up instead. You wish that you'd burnt it, or made it far too sweet or too bitter, or that you'd dropped the pot and ruined the whole thing.

But you didn't mess it up. It's practically perfect. It tastes just like home.

You make sure to set your mug aside before you start to cry.

RENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN you are far too fucking good to me i swear.

i actually wasnt initially sure whether i wanted her to make it well or COMPLETELY screw it up. i figured itd be one of the two, either near perfect or absolutely horrible, it was just a matter of what would hit harder. i think my first thought WAS that it would go badly, and she'd be frustrated to have screwed it up and not have even a single reminder of home? but i figured the reminder would actually be worse. she already feels very disconnected from home, shes already isolated, she already feels like shes screwed up enough. more of that wouldnt change very much at all. but to finally get something right? to have a direct connection to home, a reminder of a time where she felt safe and confident and loved, only to feel like she can never reach that point again? its her first time making it alone. its the first good thing shes had in months and she has no one to share it with, no real comfort to take from it. it feels so hopeless. which is why i decided that she'd get it right instead of fucking it up.

the whole thing with her WISHING she'd fucked it up was part of that- shes used to disappointment and failure and things going wrong, itd be so easy to add another thing to the list. she makes it perfectly and immediately regrets it because its a reminder of everything shes lost.

this is also honestly a LOT of projection on my part, because while it was actually a very important friend who ended up showing me how to make hot chocolate like that, i LOVE hot chocolate and i love my dad and it was just. easiest to use those things to give her a connection to something outside of the dsmp, because i could draw from my own love to make it more impactful. i could TRY to go into the reason i wanted to give her an important outside connection in the first place but honestly i dont know enough about my own reasoning to describe why it felt so important ajhfgjksdg. something to miss? something to lose? Something.

I WISH I COULD GIVE MORE COMMENTARY i dont remember most of why i wrote what i wrote tbh. it just kind of spawned in my brain and i went haha cool that works! smile. i think this was one of the middle scenes in terms of me figuring out what i wanted to write? i didnt have it in mind at the beginning, but fairly early on i decided i wanted her to have something to miss.

#TAHNK YOU RENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN #ive been writing this for like 20 minutes trying to Think and Remember akjhfjfjksdg