#its called equality <3

[foxcassius]

when i go back to korea i am going to start making like way more money lol and i'm very excited to indulge in spoiling my boyfriend behavior for these 2 years that i'll be making more money than him. like i used my budget from the last time i was in korea and estimated high and worked in savings and i'll still have quite a bit left over every month so now i'm just like yaaaay in the summer i'm gonna take my sweet fruity little boyfriend to busan so we can drink iced coffee in cafes with an ocean view and maybe next fall we'll go to jeju <3

#we have this trade-off...when we first started dating he wasnt working so i paid for most of our dates #and then this summer yuucho bank fucked me over so i couldnt pay for like anything #and when i go back i'll take over as holder of the trophy spouse #and then when he starts working as a vet in 2025 i'll go back to being the arm candy sjrhdjjdjf #its called equality <3 #t

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Why has Barnaby made TWO hospital visits in one year??? What was the first one about??? [<-Talking about the Human AU]

no yeah the first one was Howdy's brief stint (a couple hours) for the whole smoke inhilation minor injuries from the fire thing.

the second one was for Wally's festive lil car crash where he comes very close to Fuckign Dying!!! and. well. technically there are many different visits for that one cause he's in the hospital for a hot sec, but yk. technically only two hospital-worthy events

#barnaby: oh man howdy being in the hospital was terrifying! #barnaby: i sure hope i never have to experience anything like this again! #and- whats that? WHY ITS WALLY DARLING WITH A STEEL CHAIR- #its a very distressing event for everyone!!! #a long night of a bunch of colorful Very Stressed friends in a waiting room followed by several weeks of equally stressed visits #its a Bad Accident #like a 'its a borderline miracle that wally survived' accident #the rest of the au is pretty feel-good and the angst is more mild & normal/expected #this is like. just the Big Dramatic Event that fucks everyone up ahaha #i needed to include at least one!!! #its very detailed in my mind... #from the call getting cut off to barnaby sobbing his heart out in the hospital parking garage to etc etc etc #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #its fun! for me. and anyone who enjoys this flavor of Fictional Drama #ive been going through reddit threads & articles & sites all morning researching medical stuff #as i am wont to do when thinking about characters getting injured <3 #usually its for stuff like stab wounds and disembowelment and hypothermia and lung collapse and- you get the picture #car crashes Surprisingly are rarely in my wheelhouse of angst! for some reason! theyre very juicy! #anyway i like to get everything as accurate as possible in my head #and then take Creative Liberties bc this is fiction #but! they're purposeful (mild) inaccuracies! if im gonna do something wrong im gonna do it Correctly! #do the. do the something wrong correctly. do the wrong thing Right! on purpose! #so that if people go 'well uhm acktually' i can say with my entire chest I Know! I Did This On Purpose! Thank You!

[godsfavoritescientist]

I will die on the hill that ford's paranoia is not a character flaw

#godsrambles #like would you call anxiety or depression a character flaw? maybe people out there are doing that too idk. but that would be equally false #one of these days i'll give in and make a list of his actual character flaws since its apparently so hard to figure out #obviously every character is open to interpretation and personal readings. but man #no wonder this guy didnt trust anyone. people take his every action in bad faith even in the real world </3 #no i will not say why this is on my mind right now. im simply having a moment #edit: I made a follow-up post with better phrasing since character flaw and moral failing are not actually interchangeable words lol

[arcaneyouth]

i havent seen a pansexual positivity post that doesn't focus on bisexuality in years.

#im really tired #negative #i miss when i wasnt bi lite. i miss existing in queer spaces. #ive seen posts about characters being PAN SPECIFICALLY PAN THEY ARE PAN and all the replies are like. bi king #i dont want to be bi. im not bi. i know theres functionally no difference but im NOT BI #i just saw a pan positivity post that ended with a bi flag and giving support to bi people #thanks. i feel so loved. and forgotten. #cant even find pan pride shit half the time when im out n about at queer shops #bi inclusionists will go We're equals with pan people i love pan people <3 #and still not fucking call us pan. #because we're just fucking bi i guess. #sorry got so pissed about this i started crying so its getting an angry tags rant post #vent post

[onthejadedjournal]

and no matter how many times i shift i still go back to steven somehow

#what magic!!!!!!! has been done on me!!!!!!!! #WIWIWIW i lov my man somcuh #so MUCHHCHH #hes my sweetheart and husband and LAALALALALALALLA sorry #now i dont like pointing at fos and saying that hes the number one of all but right now he's just. always making me happy <3 #MAI HUBBYYYY #this may sound crazy but i kinda see steven in such a family way like that's my husband AND father of our kid (rubebe) RAAGAHHEGAGSS #IT MAKES ME SOOOOO #HE HASMY SON AND I LOVEHIM SOMUUUCHH #broo i kid u not i was talking to someone and the fact that they bring up ruby because it “completes the family” LIKE BRUHHHHRHRBTHHR #WE ARE SOO UNITED. stone family <3 stone family #my beautiful and handsome husband and my gorgeous and handsome and cute bebe rubebeb #i went steven art hopping around and i get this. overwhelming happiness like WWOUUHHH HE'SSO... THAT'S... YM HUSBAND #u know whats so funny? i can't even find myself calling him boyfriend because No that's my marriedman wdym HDGBDHSJEJEJJS #OF COURSE IN LORE THEY GO THROUGH THE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND STAGE its just. putting the word boyfriend next ti steven feels so. #no... that's not boyfriend material... that's HUSBAND material for you..... #HEHEHEHEHHEEHEE #I LOV MY GUYSOOMUCHHH #its already a year and uhhhh two months YAYYYYY #seriously i think this is the longest ive gone for an fo #him and red are very special to me #do not fight about whos the better fo in this because I love them bothr EQUALLY THANK YOU

[faggotwalkwithme]

this is a jemaine clement appreciation blog

#incoming rant down here #I FUCKING LOVE TAIKA WAITITI RIGHT BUT LIKE FJEJEKKDJDNBBDHH #he gets all the FUCKING credit for wwdits fx WJEN JEMAINE DID E V E R Y T H I N G #ISTG HE PROBABLY LIKE DIRECTED A FEW EPISODES BUT JEMAINE DID EVERYTHING HE DID E V E R Y T H I N G #HE IS THE GENIUS AND MIND BEHIND THE TV SHOW #IF IT WAS THE MOVIE MAYBE ID BE MORE UNDERSTANDING CUZ THEY WERE PRETTY EQUAL THERE AND IMO VIAGO IS A BETTER CHARAFTER THAN VLADISLAV BUT #THIS IS THE FUCKING TB SHOW #ALSO NOW ALL OF A SUDDEN OFMD HAS MADE R H Y S D A R B Y A FUCKING STAR #I LOVE HIM DONT GET ME WRONG I WAS SO EXCITED AB OFMD BECAUSE I LOVE MURRAY #BUT ITS MAKING PEOPLE ACTUALLY WATCH FOTC AGAIN SOLEY FOR RHYS DARBY AND LIKE OK. FINE. #BUT ONCE A FUCKING GAIN TAIKA IS CREDITED MOST HERE FSR LIKE HE WROTE/DIRECTED MAYBE 3 EPISOFES #BRO THE SHOW IS LITERALLY CALLED FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS LET THE FLIGJT OF THE CONCHORDS GET SOME ATTENTION #s i g h s #i’m sorry i needed to blow off some steam #shut up mars

[kunikame]

Listeeeen...

Imagine matching these with natsume

OH EM GEE ARE THOSE CAT EAR RINGS ....... i need 7 of them

neway YES!!!!!!!

natsume would buy you guys a pair for your anniversary and when you ask why these specifically hell say some cryptic shit like no reason whatsoever or something but what he means is "bc i call you kitten" ☹☹☹ i love him sm im going to cry

#oh why i dont really know i just thought theyd suit your beautiful hand so well and if we matched everyone would know you- #- are mine and i am equally yours #no also because we started with me calling you kitten...... #<3 : mailbox #ㅡ! ♡ moots #♡ mikoto #IM CRYING THOSE R SO ADORABLE #natsume would buy those its canon im his necklace #hed b like #oh really is that the only reason?????? #EUEUEUEUEUUEUEUE i love u for this miko i adore u even #natsume sakasaki #natsume x reader #natsume sakasaki x reader #enstars

[lloth]

man............ playing through p*rsona 5 [royal] has me appreciating the dungeon crawling aspect of 3 and 4 more respectively.

although it was a purposeful hindrance of a mechanic, like having party members (as well as yourself) becoming sick from extended dungeon crawling (also just sick in general) was fun and impactful, regardless of your supplies on hand. a loving reminder not to overextend oneself and whatnot. and serves as a punishment, just forcing you to wait, watching the deadline approach ever so closer, before diving back in. AND how it makes you HAVE to swap out party members because of it if you are itching to go back in bc you don’t have it???? BIG sexy.

as opposed to being able to just run through an entire palace in a single go, especially if you have the items to sustain yourself, and if you aren’t forcibly kicked out for story reasons. like instead of doing as the game says of taking my time, bc there’s no real reason Not to do it, i’ve just been running through entire palaces in one go. same with like available floors in mementos.

wheres the sick status. where did it go. i miss it. bring it back.

#dont get me wrong tho i've been enjoying my time playing 5 for the first time ever #just finished futaba's palace while there was still 23 or 24 days left on the clock (including calling card following day) #so like the second you get full access to it #i'm just like dang. kinda miss the repercussions of mission status: Sick. #like i distinctly remember in 3p always having to swap out party members #bc someone was sick and it made me try to keep everyone equally leveled at all times in case that scenario happened #but with 5 so far it's like i have the 3 i enjoy and have just been using the backup xp gain to level everyone else up #though will say with mementos have not encountered the Reaper yet but even then its like??? when does it actually appear??? #what is considered 'been exploring for too long'???? #this has been fueled by my desire to play through 3/4 i think #requisition approved

[sokkalove]

always thinking about how material things + spending quality time with people are so important to sokka for reasons of protection and familiarity, both of which the war has seized from him before. as someone who had to protect his village alone and was left by both his parents (in different ways) the tangible nature of presence reassures and grounds him so he can direct his energy toward things he wants to do and pull himself out of survival mode

#sokka #get it . presence presents etc #oh god terrible puns im literally turning into him #anyway . yes he felt stifled by the swt yes he needs the physical reassurance of small constancies its called having adhd n trauma ! #terrible takes episode 2 folks tune in 6 hours later for an equally horrendous time <3 #atla

[omarwolaeth]

It's such a tiny innocuous thing that really doesn't matter, but I feel like calling duel monsters a children's card game (when it's fundamentally baked into everyday life, and your social existence is judged by what you play and how you play it so very intensely, for everyone in-universe) is an absolute injustice to what it is for that universe of people.

#marwospeaking #The following tags are a rant. please skip if you are not interested in reading a whole rant #to be clear. actual real life ygo sure. you can call that a children's card game (even if card game is just easier anyway) #but. in universe you Would Not call it a children's card game. not even sure you'd call it a game at that point #ygo worldbuilding fascinates on different levels. and to be honest this thought came to be via the abridged Shun compilation video #because he does mention children's card game (paraphrased) often earlier on in reference to in-universe duel monsters #but. for some people it literally defines if you die or not (Shun Was/Is In A War). for others it's your ticket to not go to jail because #you're too powerful to not be let off the hook (survival of the fittest kinda stuff really) #if you even dare not show up to a match. with crowds Equal To A Football/Soccer Championship. your family is in social ruins (Yusho) #these cards house spirits. and can be used for so many varied things between ending the world. starting the world. and coldblooded murder #and treating all of that as though its below a character. not because they're untouchable. but because of an age demographic #I feel misses a point about Arc V that I'm not sure I can quite articulate without sounding fully manic #in other series too! Synchro causes the world to end because it attracts some giant anti-synchro bois (meklords) #Numbers can either possess or take the form of someone's personal desires and feelings (Titanic Moth and Hope Harbinger are the same card) #(just different monsters because two different people used the exact card) #The God cards. the sacred beasts. the whole of GX's dimensional shenanigans and most definitely Yubel and Winged Kuriboh #Even in Vrains. which is very mild compared to the previous 3 installments. its still baked in their society. Its just aggregated #into cyberspace. That's not mentioning the Tortures that revolved around duelling to train AIs on children's brains so you could have.. #.. cyber immortality. and then you choose to kill the AIs that you see as like children to you - mentioned directly to your biological son #ANYWAY. tldr. Having an in-universe character calling Duel Monsters a children's card game outside of DM specifically is a fundamental.. #.. misunderstanding of how important it socially is in-universe. and it'd be much more understandable for someone whose life isn't dictated #by how well he can play it to say anything along the lines of 'its beneath me!!' than fuckign Kurosaki Shun are you kidding me. #We won't make an actual point at how the social lives of people don't seem to be solved by talking as much as duelling. no. we'll say.. #.. its for children so we can point and laugh at how weird it is!! Buddy I Have Fallen Asleep. #in other news exploring the navigation of a world where talking out problems would be weird without a duel to communicate should be.. #.. done way more often. This world is as anti-talk no jutsu as much as it is very pro-punch no jutsu. #arc v #< because part of this was inspired off of some of Shun's abridged lines early on

[shodansbabygirl]

ive gotta make more playlists on my phone my shower was a fucking trial and a half today

#angie mcmahon attacking me with whistling and sadness and then here comes a special boy sending me into a fit #and then a bad the killers song disappointing me and then arctic monkeys being the same as a bad the killers song and then another----- #now you'll ask why do you have bad the killers songs and ill tell you its because sometimes i like the bad ones on purpose #it's an advanced tactic #called containing multitudes. #its just that with like 3 sleater-kinney albums you'd think they would have come up once in the like 20 songs i skipped while i was in ther #actually its 4 #i just. i have the killers and sleater-kinney in basically equal proportion so why did i get 15 the killers songs

[catiuskaa]

need you to [Lee] Know.

SUMMARY: minho loves you: to him, it’s as clear as water. Its only after he finds out that you’re starting to doubt it—he needs you to know just how much.

REQUESTED! here by an anonnie. I hope you like it, pookie, ‘cause I had fun doing this! <3

CW: slight hurt/comfort if you squint, but it’s just fluffy fluffy lino being really down bad and not knowing how to grasp it tbh which just gives me my serotonin dosis for the rest of the month lol

WC: 1.2k

A/N: also omfg kats posting two requests on the same day? that’s right baby, look at me go! 🤩🤩🤩

[🔅★🌼★🔅]

Minho was not the type to show his affection.

He comes off more like a shy kitten that slowly gets used to you, your sweet smell and how soft your touch feels, and then slowly opens up.

“But, uh… can I be real with you for a sec?”

It’s a feminine voice with a strong accent. He can hear it comming from your room, and the slight glitchiness of it makes it obvious that it’s a phone call set on speaker.

“Sure.” He can almost see you shrug, but he just closes the main door as soft as he can, pleading for the cats to stay silent for a little bit longer.

Minho can’t exactly place together why he’s overhearing your phone call. He knows who you’re calling, he can recognize Chan’s sister by her tone. But still, he keeps quiet, gently placing his bag down and silently taking his shoes off.

“I just— and don’t get me wrong, but, your boyfriend kinda seems… bored of you.”

What? Minho has to hold back a scoff, remaining as still as a statue next to the front door. He’s waiting for you to deny it.

“You think so?”

And then, he frowns, because you didn’t. Instead, your tone sounded hesitant. Dubious.

As if you weren’t sure if Minho loved you.

“You say he keeps cancelling your plans together. He has stopped making time for you. Like, girl, you can’t remember when was the last time he told you he loved you.”

Hannah pauses, and that only makes it worse, because it lets every word sink in.

“I uh, well. I ain’t gonna say that he should throw flowers at you every single second, but, uh, you know.”

He can only hear you groan loudly, almost picturing that cute motion you usually did when he meaningly teased you, taking your hair and covering your face with it.

“Can’t say anything for sure with him,” Hannah adds. “But, just by what you’re saying…”

Minho’s heart clenches tightly in his chest. He doesn’t want to keep hearing this... this nonsense. God, he loves you. And you… can’t see it? Frowning, he starts walking to your room, but his movements end in a halt, his hand just above the doorknob, threatening to grasp it and fully open the door.

“Girl, it’s gotta be late down there. Sorry this whole call was about me.” Your chuckle comes off slightly dry. “I’ll talk to you later, ‘kay? Go get some good sleep.” Your tone just screams how bad you’re feeling, and it just makes his chest swell with guilt that slowly creeps up his body.

Maybe he had been taking you for granted?

He opens the door as soon as you press the red button, sighing loudly after ending the call. When you see him, you jump in your place, startled by his presence, and you stand up awkwardly.

“Minho!” You say in a squirm. He can’t help but cringe slightly.

“No.” His tone sounds childish, like a petty toddler who didn’t want to eat the carrots in their lunch.

You frown slowly, the slightly wary grimace melting on your face, allowing a soft confusion to step in.

“No what?” You mutter.

He walks to you slowly, and grabs your hand, taking it to his chest, pressing it flat against his clothed skin, over his heart. You can feel his heartbeat, a not-too-slow rhythm: thump, thump, thump.

“Call me by a pet name. Any pet name.” He says, his tone equally firm and soft. “Call me by a pet name and say you love me.”

He’s serious, but god, so fucking nervous. His brain is slowly melting away because he’s so bad with words and he isn’t sure any action could be enough. He’s already blushing.

“I, huh… I love you, jagi.” You mumble, still confused.

And even if you don’t say it as fondly as always, or if your smile isn’t beaming like how it usually did, you can feel his heartbeat quickening.

“You can feel it, right?” His eyes are soft and worried.

Oh, God. You just know you’ve gotta be pouting. It’s hard to react with words, and the only thing you can fathom doing is linking your arms behind his nape and sinking your face on the crook of his neck.

“Min, I’m so sorry.”

“N-no, kitten.” He mumbles, hugging you tightly too. “I am the one who’s sorry.”

He breathes in, drowning in your soft fragrance. Home. It’s you, it’s warm, and he loves it.

He loves you.

So, he says it. He has to say it. He can’t not say it.

“I love you.”

And it feels so good to let it out that he chuckles. He has to say it again. “I love you.” And again. “God, I love you.” Just once more. “I love you so much.” He’s giggling like a fool, but he’s a fool in love, and that makes him blush even more. “I can’t not love you. Not loving you would turn everyday into Mondays. Like, I can get it tattoed if you want me to. I just. I love you so much that ‘I love you’ can’t even—.”

You move from his shoulder, now facing him, and you cradle his face, pulling him in a kiss that’s so sweet that threatens to give both of you type 1 diabetes.

“Y-you’re crying.” Minho mumbles, softly brushing the stray tears away with his thumb.

“It’s your fault, silly.” You sniff, giggling too. “How can you say stuff like that?”

Your heart is beating like crazy, the butterflies in your stomach are multiplying by seconds and in your cheeks glistens a bright and deep shade of pink.

You want to say it too. But in his own way.

So, you take his hand and settle it on your chest. Right above your heart.

It’s a rapid thump thump thump that Minho feels right away. He can’t help but smile widely.

“I super-mega-love you.” He teases, picking you up in between his arms.

You’re laughing, squirming in his hold.

“Lee Minho! Put me down!”

But he just grips your body tighter to his, and walking as if you weighted nothing, heading towards your bed, plopping you down there.

“Good girl.” He snickers, and you blush even further. Minho takes your chin tenderly and pecks your lips. For a moment, certain kind of idea flashes through his head, but he just kissed you again, following his previous thought.

He opens your closet with a toothy grin, and halfly eyes the window before picking up a random shirt, a grey hoodie that used to be his, a dark skirt and your thigh-high socks, going as far as to the suspenders for you.

He then turns to face you, his eyes glowing. He can’t wait to see you all dolled up. Minho feels like a teenager, and he loves it.

“You have twenty minutes.”

You blink at him, and you can’t help but smile, confused.

“I’m taking your cute ass to a date.”

It may not be an instant fix to the struggles to your relationship, but as you two walk down the beach, looking for colourful rocks that match each other’s eye colour, you know that he’s worth fighting for.

Regarding Minho, he happily hums to himself, eyes glued to your figure as you cackle and run in the beach, as you look behind you and giggle at the prints your boots leave in the humid sand.

He smiles, running towards you, tackling you and holding you in his arms.

He’s not letting go anytime soon.

~Kats, who always struggles to choose a picture for the fics because istg lino looks good in every single moment!!

#just look at him #awww what a lil cutie #skz lee minho #lee minho fluff #stray kids lee minho #lee minho #stray kids x reader #lee know fluff #lee know x you #lee minho headcanons #lee minho x reader #stray kids #lee know imagines #lee know fanfic #soft hours #lee know headcanons #stray kids scenarios #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz soft thoughts #minho fluff #stray kids minho #minho x you #stray kids imagine #skz x reader

[chososdiscordkitten]

Kento Nanami In Bed.

Pairing: Nanami x fem!reader Content: No plot, just filth. use of good girl, pretty girl, ect, oral (f&m), throat fucking, hand stuff overall just stuff I think of when I look at Nanami Word Count: 1.5k

(a.n) bum bum bum hammer time (＾▿＾）

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MDNI

When it came to prep, Nanami was always very attentive in that area. One of the few men who don't hesitate to make sure you finish a few times before even considering his own needs. He prefers using his fingers rather than his mouth. Nanami always greedily ate up your whines that spilled from your lips. Enjoying the way your lips vibrated against his whenever you'd let out a hearty moan. And even more so, he felt you even more when he used his fingers.

Being able to tell when you came, walls pulsing around his thick digits as he kissed you- precise movements with his tongue would go unnoticed by you. Too caught up in your own orgasm to notice. Only offering sloppy movements from your tongue and shivers that rumbled from your shoulders down to your hips as his thumb refused to falter its movements on your clit. 

Briefly pulling away from your puffy lips, only to look at your expression. “One more-” he huffed, making you let out a whine. Crashing your lips back to his as his fingers started pumping in and out of you again. When it came to pleasuring you- he always preferred to see your expression. Wanting to see you unravel bit by bit. Orgasm by orgasm. One thing about Nanami; he always liked seeing the honesty on your face your face offered after 3 orgasms from just his fingers. 

When you'd be good, of course he'd offer praise. Taking advantage that your ear was in close proximity- Nanami would trail his lips from yours, kissing softly on your cheeks to your ear, lips brushing against the shell as you stood on your tippy toes. Head pounding from how overworked he had you, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips before speaking. “My pretty girl-” he’d huff, fingers curling up to the spot he had been abusing for too long.

Causing you to let out a drawn out whine at the pet name he used, “Doing so good for me.” that smirk growing, knowing you're too caught up in trying to cum again for him to notice he was soaking in the sight of you struggling to stay up right on your own two feet. 

Knuckles turning white against the counter as he slowly inched you up higher on your toes. He'd only want to make you feel a tiny bit of pain when you didn't behave. Like the burning in your calves when you unwillingly stood on your tiptoes for however long he'd want you to. And when you'd be too eager- welcoming him home and almost immediately popping his fingers in your mouth. On occasion- and with your permission, he'd call you demeaning names. Knowing all too well you were uninterested in behaving just to hear them.

Nanami knew you'd work equally as hard for him to call you the filth that made you crack a smile. He liked pretending that with a few degrading names, one or two firm spanks to your bottom, and a stern hair pull you’d behave. But if Nanami was honest, he knew all those things would lead to you misbehaving once more, just for him to do it all over again. 

And when it came to pleasing him, Nanami was always overly grateful. Praise spilling from his lips as your hands massaged the tops of his thick thighs. He liked letting you set your own pace at first, letting you gently lick up his shaft and fondle his heavy balls in your hand. 

And when you finally wrap your pretty lips around his flushed cockhead, he’d throw his head back on his office chair, “There you go-” he'd drag out the words, eyes fluttering to the back of his head at your tongue swirling around his tip. “That's it-” he'd huff, feeling you start to lower your lips down his shaft, “Good girl.” he’d grunt, feeling his tip brush at the back of your throat.

When he'd feel your throat start to tire from his size- jaw growing tired from how thick he was in your mouth. Nanami never hesitated in grabbing the side of your head gently, hearing small whimpers vibrate onto his cock from him easing his member into your throat. Making sure to keep a gentle hand as he felt your throat contract around his tip. 

Nanami would be gentle, slowly forcing your head to bob up and down his cock and you’d happily let him. When he's near his orgasm, his gentle hands would press their touch firmly against your head, making you let out a small choke at him holding your lips closer to his base. Leaving you to breathe from your nose as his cock twitched inside your throat. Knowing he was a head pusher- you and him created a tell whenever you knew you wouldn't be able to take it- rare were the times you'd use it. 

The choice of where to cum when you blow him was always a difficult one for Nanami. Enjoying seeing your shocked expression whenever his cum would drip down your throat. But he equally enjoyed seeing his cum decor your face, that dilemma was always something he pondered the second you'd take the first kitten lick on his cock.

When Nanami would want to see your flushed face covered in his seed, he’d release the sides of your head and let you pull from him with a long gasp for air- Wasting no time in connecting his fist to his wet shaft, grunting as he worked himself over the edge. And you being the over welcoming lovely person you were- you'd open your mouth to get a taste. Tongue covering the bottom of your teeth as he grunted, teary eyes looking up at him. 

With one strangled huff, he worked his cock- ribbons of white came from his tip, batting your eyes closed knowing he wasn't aiming for anything but your face. Nanami always took a few seconds as he worked himself down, admiring the sight of his cum splayed on your skin. Not even needing to tell you- you'd swallow whatever landed on your tongue. Making sure to open your mouth again to show him your clean tongue. Earning his hand to hold the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your chin with a smile. “Good girl.”

Nanami is a classic man, he’s almost always the top, his favorite positions are the usual ones. Missionary, doggy- whatever. But, the one that always made his cock twitch with anticipation, was when your legs were pinned to the side of your ears- face burning from how much pressure he was applying. Fucking into you; deep. Almost shifting into a mating press- but not quite there. Your cunt swallowing him with loud shlops and squelches, on full display to his prying eyes. 

Feeling your nails dig crescent moons on his thighs as he thrusted himself as deep as he could. So deep your ears were ringing- eyes rolled to the back of your head when his uncaring fingers started rubbing rough circles on your clit. Using one hand to cuff your ankle to the bed, giving you a little more room to move the other one. 

Nanami always enjoyed the sight of your face flushed from the overstimulation, the unfiltered groans from your trembling lips as he unknowingly bullied your sore cunt. So much so, that oftentimes you'd end another orgasm he'd pull from you, slack jawed and eyes shut tight as he praised you for taking him so well. Knowing he wouldn't be handing out those hard earned praises unless he believed you deserved it. 

Cunt pulsing around him causing the hold on your ankle to weaken, clenching around him as you came. Only for him to release your ankle with a loud groan, feeling him pump one final firm thrust into you before he filled you. Making your crack your eyes open and engulf the sight before you, damp forehead and pinched eyebrows, low eyes glued to the ring of white forming at the base of his cock. 

Definitely not the type to enjoy cock warming. Taking only a few seconds after he drove himself down from his high- enjoying the way your cunt hugged him perfectly in that moment. And so warm too- trust. Nanami always struggled with pulling himself out of you. But he would, making sure to press gentle kisses to your face as you let out small pants. “You okay darlin’?” he'd murmur against your skin, making you close your eyes and let a smile form on your lips. 

“Mhmm-” you'd hum feeling his gentle hands hold onto your sides as he rubbed soothing circles to your skin, “I’m alright-” you exhaled with a smile, cracking your eyes and looking at him hazily. Your cunt threatening to push his hardworking cum out of you with every small convulsion. “Let's get you into a bath, hm?” his deep voice would ring through your ears in a way only heard in dreams. Tired eyes blinking shut as you nodded your head softly.

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sum short to post while I finish a chosito piece xoxo

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[nomercyanywhere]

mr. gojo and his cute but dumb little student (non-con ish + mentioned pregnancy :3)

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its already dark outside, the ac buzzing is the only thing filling in the silence right now. that, and his shoes tapping on the wooden floor waiting for you to finish answering the extra activities he had given you.

"tell me if you need any help okay?" he's sat on his desk, reading and checking paper. you had been failing his subject and he's got no other choice than to give you extra lessons., you nod at him, looking back down om your paper, you're so certain that most of your answers are wrong. you called him three times already.. oh, how desperately you wanted his help with this question, but you can't help but feel guilty! he's already explained the topic and methods or techniques you could use, countless of times.. if only the piling papers on his desk would just disappear so all of his focus would be on you!

its been an hour, already seven at night, almost all the school staff has left. mr. gojo was sure that only you two were the only ones left in school.

"uhm.. sir? aren't you tired?" you let go of the pen, and wiped your sweaty hands on your uniform. you prayed to the gods that he'll make you go home. you waited for his response.. he looked at the clock, and sighed "are you done? if so then hand me your paper and you can go home." oh god, you could tell he was exhausted, the circles under his eyes were already very dark, not the mention the amount of times he laid his head on the desk.. you gulped "i.. have only seven more questions left sir..." you embarrassingly admitted. he stood up, causing the legs of his chair to loudly drag the floor, startling you a bit. the buzzing from the ac was no match to how loud your heart was pounding.

when he got your desk, he wrapped his left arm around your chair and bent down next to you, scanning your unfinished paper. you felt the heat from his face, could even hear his breathing.

"c'mon, i taught you this already.." you heard the tired and annoyed in his voice. how humiliating, "what the- how did you even get that?" he stood straight, rubbing his face with both his hands before dragging another chair and setting it down next to you. "c'mon, could you tell me how you got your answer? hm? how did this equal to that." you were scared, the pressure in the atmosphere made your tummy churn. "i.. i- i dont know.." your throat was dry. you couldn't think. couldn't even hold the pen properly.

the more he asked you questions, the more the noticed how nervous you grew. satoru heard the shake in your voice whenever you answered him. he couldn't help but feel bad for you, so cute and handsome yet so dumb.

he sighed, getting up and walking to his desk again. "come here.. and bring your paper" he beckoned you, so, not wanting to agitate him even more, you quickly grabbed your paper and pen. on the outside, you were as pale as a banshee, while in the inside, a small bit of you jumped in relief and exciting because he'll finally let you go home. if only you knew, how wrong you were.

toru checked the time, 9:58pm, if he were at his house around this time, he'd be resting by now, but no, who would've thought he'd have the schools dunce sitting on his lap, squirming and moaning.

"tch... last fucking question, c'mon." he fucked your sensitive cunt while watching you dirty your own paper with drool, sweat or cum and what not. you had dropped the pen an hour ago, but you were too fucked silly to pick it up. "no offense, but were you dropped on the head as a baby? even elementary schoolers could answer this." you only respond with small whines and mews.., at this point, you've already lost count of how many times you've squirted on him and on yourself. clit pulsating so much and your poor sweet spot getting abused by his ridiculously long, thick fingers. "fuck me... what's the prime number before nineteen? do you fucking know the answer or not?" you shook your head, "mnoo.. sir i dont knooow.." you held his hand, which were way bigger than yours, in place as to stop him from finger fucking you.

he yanked your hair back, forcing you to take a good look at the scowl he's wearing. how'd you even get in college being this stupid?

"It's seventeen, it's fucking seventeen, say it.," he had a tight grip on your jaw "s-seventeen... nnhh..", "good fucking boy, now, y'know what else is seventeen? hm?" he had on a smug smirk, "w-what..?" he pulled out his hot dick and splayed it in between your soft thighs. "the amount of times you're gonne be cummin' on this fuckin' cock~" ah- is that even a normal size for a human? he was too big! too long and too fat! how could you possibly take all of him?!

1:13am, your feet off the ground, the papers now torn, crumpled and scattered on the floor. your tongue hung out while saliva seeped from the corner of your mouth and tears spread all over the other students papers, loud moans along with grunting now drowned out the annoying buzz from the ac.

"ah fuck, holy shit if this keeps up m'gonne get cha fuckin' pregnant hehee~" he's already came inside you five times, and you've wet yourself ten times! you felt like you were gonna die! by god, you knew you were gonna pass out if you came one more time. "ya feelin' the smart yet? im fuckin' the stupid outta ya y'know? five more loads then you'll outshine the top student of the school~!"

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a/n: woah, i kinda went ham on this one i think

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[mitsuristoleme]

cw: poly!satosugu x gn!reader, implied sorcerer!reader, just fluff, the kids and satoru don’t want reader to leave, megumi calls reader mom once, absolutely no proofreading

part 2 here

a/n: i wrote this at midnight so it might be shit but oh well

“Don’t go pleaaaaaseeeee” the children clinging on your leg begged. Well, 3 children and one of the 6 foot tall menaces you called your boyfriend. Gojo Satoru was no less than a child at moments you were leaving the house.

Suguru stood next to Megumi, both of them staring at the scene in front of them with equal parts disgust and amusement.

Gently bending down to unlatch Nanako, Mimiko and Tsumiki from your legs, you kissed their foreheads. “I promise ill be back before you guys know it. Its just a small little mission.”

Tsumiki nodded sadly, heading over to Suguru and slumping into him. He smiled at her and gave her a kiss on her head.

Nanako peered at you through her blonde bangs, glancing unsurely at Satoru, before turning to you to ask, “You’ll be back in time for our girls day out, right?”

“Oh honey, of course I will!!”

Nanako and Mimiko shared a look before they dashed off yelling something about choosing cute outfits. You looked at them with a fond smile, before turning to the menace still firmly holding onto your leg.

“Satoru. Stop being a drama queen,” you chided.

He shook his head petulantly, looking so adorable with his hair still rumpled, you had to fight the urge to call Yaga and tell him you weren’t going on the mission. “Not being a drama queen,” he insisted, “jus’ wanna cuddle wi’ you.”

Heaving a sigh, Suguru decided to step in. “Alright, Satoru love, come on lets get you back to bed hmm?” He gently pried him off his leg, scooping his boyfriend into his arms bridal style. Satoru melted against him, already falling asleep. “Mhmm,” he mumbled into Suguru’s shoulder.

You smiled softly at both your loves. Pressing a kiss to Satoru’s cheek, you kissed Suguru and grabbed your bag. “Alright Sugu, I’ll be back soon. See ya soon Megs.” You waved goodbye to Megumi, not expecting much of a response from the boy.

“Bye mom,” he said sleepily, heading back towards his room.

“Later, sweetheart,” Suguru said with a yawn.

“Go to sleep,” you chuckled, “I’ll be back before you guys are awake.”

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[corvidcall]

None Of You Know What Haiku Are

I'm going to preface this by saying that i am not an expert in ANY form of poetry, just an enthusiast. Also, this post is... really long. Too long? Definitely too long. Whoops! I love poetry.

If you ask most English-speaking people (or haiku-bot) what a haiku is, they would probably say that it's a form of poetry that has 3 lines, with 5, and then 7, and then 5 syllables in them. That's certainly what I was taught in school when we did our scant poetry unit, but since... idk elementary school when I learned that, I've learned that that's actually a pretty inaccurate definition of haiku. And I think that inaccurate definition is a big part of why most people (myself included until relatively recently!) think that haiku are kind of... dumb? unimpressive? simple and boring? I mean, if you can just put any words with the right number of syllables into 3 lines, what makes it special?

Well, let me get into why the 5-7-5 understanding of haiku is wrong, and also what makes haiku so special (with examples)!

First of all, Japanese doesn't have syllables! There's a few different names for what phonetic units actually make up the language- In Japanese, they're called "On" (音), which translates to "sound", although English-language linguists often call it a "mora" (μ), which (quoting from Wikipedia here) "is a basic timing unit in the phonology of some spoken languages, equal to or shorter than a syllable." (x) "Oh" is one syllable, and also one mora, whereas "Oi" has one syllable, but two moras. "Ba" has one mora, "Baa" has two moras, etc. In English, we would say that a haiku is made up of three lines, with 5-7-5 syllables in them, 17 syllables total. In Japanese, that would be 17 sounds.

For an example of the difference, the word "haiku", in English, has 2 syllables (hai-ku), but in Japanese, はいく has 3 sounds (ha-i-ku). "Christmas" has 2 syllables, but in Japanese, "クリスマス" (ku-ri-su-ma-su) is 5 sounds! that's a while line on its own! Sometimes the syllables are the same as the sounds ("sushi" is two syllables, and すし is two sounds), but sometimes they're very different.

In addition, words in Japanese are frequently longer than their English equivalents. For example, the word "cuckoo" in Japanese is "ほととぎす" (hototogisu).

Now, I'm sure you're all very impressed at how I can use an English to Japanese dictionary (thank you, my mother is proud), but what does any of this matter? So two languages are different. How does that impact our understanding of haiku?

Well, if you think about the fact that Japanese words are frequently longer than English words, AND that Japanese counts sounds and not syllables, you can see how, "based purely on a 17-syllable counting method, a poet writing in English could easily slip in enough words for two haiku in Japanese” (quote from Grit, Grace, and Gold: Haiku Celebrating the Sports of Summer by Kit Pancoast Nagamura). If you're writing a poem using 17 English syllables, you are writing significantly more content than is in an authentic Japanese haiku.

(Also not all Japanese haiku are 17 sounds at all. It's really more of a guideline.)

Focusing on the 5-7-5 form leads to ignoring other strategies/common conventions of haiku, which personally, I think are more interesting! Two of the big ones are kigo, a season word, and kireji, a cutting word.

Kigo are words/phrases/images associated with a particular season, like snow for winter, or cherry blossoms for spring. In Japan, they actually publish reference books of kigo called saijiki, which is basically like a dictionary or almanac of kigo, describing the meaning, providing a list of related words, and some haiku that use that kigo. Using a a particular kigo both grounds the haiku in a particular time, but also alludes to other haiku that have used the same one.

Kireji is a thing that doesn't easily translate to English, but it's almost like a spoken piece of punctuation, separating the haiku into two parts/images that resonate with and add depth to each other. Some examples of kireji would be "ya", "keri", and "kana." Here's kireji in action in one of the most famous haiku:

古池や　蛙飛び込む　水の音 (Furu ike ya　kawazu tobikomu　mizu no oto) (The old pond — A frog jumps in The sound of the water.)

You can see the kireji at the end of the first line- 古池や literally translates to "old pond ya". The "ya" doesn't have linguistic meaning, but it denotes the separation between the two focuses of the haiku. First, we are picturing a pond. It's old, mature. The water is still. And then there's a frog! It's spring and he's fresh and new to the world! He jumps into the pond and goes "splash"! Wowie! When I say "cutting word", instead of say, a knife cutting, I like to imagine a film cut. The camera shows the pond, and then it cuts to the frog who jumps in.

English doesn't really have a version of this, at least not one that's spoken, but in English language haiku, people will frequently use a dash or an ellipses to fill the same role.

Format aside, there are also some conventions of the actual content, too. They frequently focus on nature, and are generally use direct language without metaphor. They use concrete images without judgement or analysis, inviting the reader to step into their shoes and imagine how they'd feel in the situation. It's not about describing how you feel, so much as it's about describing what made you feel.

Now, let's put it all together, looking at a haiku written Yosa Buson around 1760 (translated by Harold G. Henderson)

The piercing chill I feel: my dead wife's comb, in our bedroom, under my heel

We've got our kigo with "the piercing chill." We read that, and we imagine it's probably winter. It's cold, and the kind of cold wind that cuts through you. There's our kireji- this translation uses a colon to differentiate our two images: the piercing chill, and the poet stepping on his dead wife's comb. There's no descriptions of what the poet is feeling, but you can imagine stepping into his shoes. You can imagine the pain he's experiencing in that moment on your own.

"But tumblr user corvidcall!" I hear you say, "All the examples you've used so far are Japanese haiku that have been translated! Are you implying that it's impossible for a good haiku to be written in English?" NO!!!!! I love English haiku! Here's a good example, which won first place in the 2000 Henderson haiku contest, sponsored by the Haiku Society of America:

meteor shower . . . a gentle wave wets our sandals

When you read this one, can you imagine being in the poet's place? Do you feel the surprise as the tide comes in? Do you feel the summer-ness of the moment? Haiku are about describing things with the senses, and how you take in the world around you. In a way, it's like the poet is only setting a scene, which you inhabit and fill with meaning based on your own experiences. You and I are imagining different beaches, different waves, different people that make up the "our" it mentioned.

"Do I HAVE to include all these things when I write haiku? If I include all these things, does that mean my haiku will be good?" I mean, I don't know. What colors make up a good painting? What scenes make up a good play? It's a creative medium, and nobody can really tell you you can't experiment with form. Certainly not me! But I think it's important to know what the conventions of the form are, so you can appreciate good examples of it, and so you can know what you're actually experimenting with. And I mean... I'm not the poetry cops. But if you're not interested in engaging with the actual conventions and limitations of the form, then why are you even using that form?

I'll leave you with one more English language haiku, which is probably my favorite haiku ever. It was written by Tom Bierovic, and won first place at the 2021 Haiku Society of America Haiku Awards

a year at most . . . we pretend to watch the hummingbirds

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Further reading:

Forms in English Haiku by Keiko Imaoka Haiku: A Whole Lot More Than 5-7-5 by Jack How to Write a Bad Haiku by KrisL Haiku Are Not a Joke: A Plea from a Poet Who Has Had It Up to Here by Sandra Simpson Haiku Checklist by Katherine Raine

#poetry #haiku #writing #literature #anime life #long post #i want to apologize but i had to get something off my chest #and the thing was. i love haiku #and when i see posts on here about haiku. i get so angy. #well ok i really get more disappointed bc nobody is really engaging with the form on its own terms #anyway i hope you enjoy some of my favorite haiku because theyre in there!!!!! #i didnt really get into the history of haiku. and i also did not get into why i got really into it #but i will say that i was really inspired by Jacob Geller's video A Thousand Ways of Seeing a Forest #which is a lot about translation #(which i mean. as an interpreter AND a poetry-enjoyer. really appealed to me lol)