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autisticjoys · 2 months

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Inside Out 2: Thoughts and Speculations (long post)

New Emotions: Why Them and Why Now?

While the trailer has only shown 1 of the 4 new emotions, the comments got me thinking about why these specific 4 were the ones added as Riley hits puberty.

Anxiety

I've seen a lot of comments after the first trailer asking about the difference between Fear and Anxiety and based on definitions from the internet, Fear is essentially a response to a perceived threat that is present at the moment, while Anxiety is a response to "What if?" type scenarios that may or may not happen or even be realistic.

When I gave that answer in the comments, many people told me that Fear functioned as both in the original film, and that brings me to the "Why Now" part. I think Anxiety appearing after puberty is meant to represent how, when we're younger, fears that might seem irrational or unrealistic to others (adults especially), feel real to us (if a kid believes monsters exist, the fear of a monster in their closet is very much rational in their mind). But, as we get older, we start to learn the difference between things we should be afraid of (or at the very least more aware of/careful about) and what are unlikely events that our minds simply obsess over, hence the appearance of Anxiety.

As for the other 3, tho we haven't seen them, based on the nature of the emotions, in my opinion it also makes sense why they specifically only appear after puberty hits.

Embarrassment, in my own definition, is the feeling one experiences when they think they've said or done something that makes them look "uncool" or "weird/odd" (this also applies to things others say/do that makes you or themselves seem "uncool" or "weird/odd"). While this can also happen to younger kids, I feel like it's more so teens that have very rigid definitions of what counts as cool or not, as well as being real jerks to anyone not meeting these rigid definitions (kids can be really mean too, but i think they're more flexible about what they consider cool), and therefore Embarrassment is much more likely to occur strongly in teenagers.

Envy, is also an emotion that, in some form, exists in younger kids, however the biggest difference is, I think, in the focus of the emotion. When we're kids and we see someone have something we don't have, but want, our focus is on the thing (which is almost always material), rather than the person ("I want to have X too!). However, as we get older, our focus shifts to the person who has that thing (which can be material or immaterial) we don't have, but want ("Why do they have X?). Notice how, in the first instance, our reaction is a desire to possess that thing (it's less about someone else having it and about us wanting it), and in the second, it is a questioning of why someone else gets to have that (it's more about why they are the ones who have it, than about us wanting that thing). The latter is what Envy is.

Ennui is a form of dissatisfaction with the way things are, that mixes boredom and tiredness. Children often live in a world that is full of fun, adventures and magic, however the world of school gradually loses these qualities and issues can pile up on top of each other. Riley turns 13 in the film, which is around the time (at least in my country) when kids enter high-school, which is progressively less about fun, even compared to earlier forms of school. This is also the period in many teens' lives where they start questioning why they need to do things and things such as existential crises or depression can come in, both of which can lead to things feeling pointless or meaningless, which coupled with burnout from expectations, can result in Ennui.

New and Old Emotion Pairings

Aside from Joy (who is the only positive emotion in the bunch), I think the 4 other old emotions could each pair well with one of the new ones.

Fear and Anxiety

As mentioned above, the two fulfill similar functions, and at Riley's age it's probably really hard to clearly distinguish between them. So I can easily imagine one of them freaking out, which freaks the other out and so on, so forth.

Disgust and Embarrassment

More so as opposites compared to the previous two. As mentioned in the first film, Disgust's role is keeping Riley from being poisoned (both physically, but more important to this point, socially), which includes keeping her from doing things that are seen as "uncool" (like when she wanted to tell Riley's mom that she shouldn't take her to school). And what exactly did I say Embarrassment is? The feeling we get when we have said or done something "uncool". Basically, I can imagine Embarrassment tailing Disgust, preemptively worrying about the outcome of any situation where Reily might say or do such a thing (especially if socialising or romance are going to be topics in the film, which I'd assume they'd at least partially be).

Anger and Envy

If you think about it, this combo makes a lot of sense too. Anger has been shown as the one who seeks justice and fairness. Envy (as per the definition I gave), includes a feeling of unfairness about someone else having something you want to have too and if you dislike that person or simply think you'd deserve that thing more because of y, it can easily lead to feeling "rightful" Anger (at that person, at your parents, at the world or even yourself). So I can see Envy riling Anger up at different things, both material (like a new phone) or immaterial (like popularity).

Sadness and Ennui

Sadness has been depicted as someone who likes to engage in deep thoughts. Due to the nature of Ennui (as I described above), it would make sense to me if they were deeply philosophical, after all, their existence is partially borne of a questioning of one's existence and purpose. So I can just imagine the two of them engaging in deep conversations, even about hard topics like death or the expectations and hardships of adulthood, maybe even gender, sexuality, discrimination and depression.

I don't want to make plot predictions, but I think the positive to negative emotion ratio will play a part, and tho I don't necessarily think Joy will go back to how she was in the first film, I can definitely see her treating the new emotions (Anxiety in particular) similar to how she treated Sadness, at least initially. I also think that Anxiety, who I think will kind of act like the leader of the new emotions, might get antagonised, perhaps even more so than the rest (just like how Sadness was in the first one). I also think that perhaps Joy will kind of get pushed out by the other emotions, as Riley might go through some of the rougher parts of teen life. I also think that after the initial shock, Sadness in particular would be the first to open up to the new emotions (she's been shown to be empathic in the first one with Bing-Bong).

#inside out 2 #disney #theory #disney theory #speculation #my thoughts #predictions #disney pixar #pixar inside out

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honoka-marierose · 29 days

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The latest photo from Disney and Pixar’s Inside Out 2 has confirmed the introduction of another new emotion that wasn’t seen in the previous trailers.

Shared by Pixar Post on X, the newest Inside Out 2 photo provides fans with the first look at the Nostalgia emotion, who is expected to appear in the highly-anticipated sequel in the form of a sweet elderly lady. This might potentially be the mystery character, who will be voiced by Oscar nominee June Squibb, whose casting was revealed last January. In addition, Inside Out 2 is also officially getting its own art book, offering fans a behind-the-scenes look at the sequel’s production. The Art of Inside Out 2 will launch on May 7, a month before the highly-anticipated sequel’s theatrical debut.

Inside Out 2 is directed by Kelsey Mann in his feature-length directorial debut. In a previous interview, Mann promised fans that the sequel won’t definitely disappoint, as it will have "everything we love at Pixar ... It’s got heart. It’s got emotion. It’s got humor." The ensemble cast includes returning cast members Amy Poehler as Joy, Phyllis Smith as Sadness, and Lewis Black as Anger, Diane Lane as Mrs. Anderson and Kyle MacLachlan as Mr. Anderson. Joining them are franchise newcomers Tony Hale as Fear, Liza Lapira as Disgust, Maya Hawke as Anxiety, Ayo Edebiri as Envy, Adèle Exarchopoulos as Ennui, Paul Walter Hauser as Embarrassment, Kensington Tallman as Riley, Lilimar as Riley’s new friend Val and more.

Written by scribes Meg LeFauve, Dave Holstein and Jon Zack, the official synopsis for Inside Out 2 reads, "The sequel returns to the mind of newly minted teenager Riley just as headquarters is undergoing a sudden demolition to make room for something entirely unexpected: new Emotions! Joy, Sadness, Anger, Fear and Disgust, who’ve long been running a successful operation by all accounts, aren’t sure how to feel when Anxiety shows up. And it looks like she’s not alone."

Anxiety Takes Control of Riley’s Feelings

As seen in the official Inside Out 2 trailer, Hawke’s new character Anxiety will become the main antagonist for the sequel, as she sends Joy, Sadness, Anger, Fear and Disgust away from the Headquarters in order to take full control of Riley’s emotions. In a previous interview, Mann teased Anxiety’s significant role in the sequel’s story. "I’m especially excited about Anxiety …" he said. "There are a lot of different types of anxiety, but we’re really leaning into social anxiety, wanting to fit in and be part of a group. Wondering, 'Am I good enough?'"

Inside Out 2 arrives in theaters on June 14.

Source: X

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nervouswreck202-blog · 2 months

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Here's my poster of my official version of my version for my DisneyElseWorld's Pixar's...

INSIDE OUT 2!

I saw the new Inside Out 2 trailer, and they made Anxiety, Ennui, Embarrassment, and Envy bad by betraying the old emotions. Lots of crazy stuff is about to happen! We don't know what's going on, lots of details are there too. But what would the ElseWorld version be like?

SO!

For my idea. I have 6 new emotions, the OC emotions like, Courage, Surprise, Pride, Trust, Shame, and Frustration.

MAIN VILLAIN

I am using on of my oc's Ego de Spite, to be the main villain of the au second movie.

OTHER CHARACTERS

Characters like Zee, the assistant of Ego, she runs the business with him but she tries to avoid him to help others. Bud, Courage's blood cell buddy, he doesn't speak but he's sweet, nervous, cute and got some attitude. And Brain, the big boss of Riley's mind, and the emotions need his help to stop Ego. And Mother Esteem, sweet old mind lady but very big (Disclaimer: Not in the poster).

Returning Cast like...

Amy Poehler as Joy, Bill Hader as Fear (YES! I'm bringing Bill Hader back! He's so much funnier then I expected), Lewis Black as Anger, Phyllis Smith as Sadness, Kensington Tallman as Riley, Diane Lane as Mrs. Andersen, and Kyle MacLachlan as Mr. Andersen.

Recast Alert!

I actually like Liza Lapira playing Disgust. After what Mindy Kaling did in Velma, it wasn't enough for me. Because the show and her are piles of shit to me.

With All-Star Cast like...

Chris Pratt (The LEGO Movie 2) as the new outside leader emotion Courage, Sam Richardson (Hocus Pocus 2) as Surprise, Kate McKinnon (Ferdinand & Saturday Night Live) as Frustration,

Andrew Rannells (Trolls Band Together) as Trust, Randall Park (Ant-Man And The Wasp) as Pride, Jim Cummings (Winnie the Pooh) as Shame, Nicholas Hoult (the X-Men films & Underdogs) as the villainous and hilarious, Ego de Spite,

Aubrey Plaza (Monsters At Work) as Ego's sarcastic female assistant, Zee, Michael Cera (Barbie & Superbad) as Ego's nerd assistant, Yes Man, Peter Sohn (Ratatouille & Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse) as The emotions new blood cell buddy, Bud, Wanda Sykes (the Ice Age films) as Mother Esteem,

with David Wain (The Bob's Burgers Movie) as Chairman the Mind Councilman, Yvette Nicole Brown (Drake & Josh) as Riley's middle school P.E. coach, Ms. Roberts, Brady Noon (TMNT: Mutant Mayhem) as Jordan, Jack Bright (The Good Dinosaur) as Riley's bully, Francis, & Alfred Molina (Monsters University, Gravity Falls & the Spider-Man films) as the smart, wise cracking, and big-headed mind boss himself, Brain.

CREW

Written & Directed by Josh Cooley

Co-Directed by Bob Peterson and Angus MacLane

Produced by Mark Neilsen, p.g.a.

Executive Produced by Pete Docter, Dan Scanlon, and Jonas Rivera

Story by Josh Cooley and Pete Docter

Edited by Kevin Nolting

Cinematography by Patrick Lin and Kim White

Production Designer Craig Foster

Story Supervisor Peter Sohn

Visual Effects Supervisor Bob Pauley

Supervising Animators Jerome Ranft and Doug Sweetland

Music by Michael Giacchino

Score Cordinator Andrea Datzman

Casting by Kevin Reher & Natalie Lyon

#inside out fandom #inside out fear #inside out disgust #inside out anger #inside out #disear #inside out joy #inside out sadness #inside out courage #inside out ego de spite

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dejadoodles-101 · 3 months

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✨INTRODUCTORY POST✨

Hey yall! I’m gonna go ahead and finally introduce myself on here since a lot of you don’t really know who I am. So allow me to introduce myself! 💕

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🪷My real name is Rhiannon, but that’s not a very good name so just call me Deja :)) (I have other nicknames too such as Rhi, Rhia, Jade and etc)

🪐I am an Aries ♈️ My bday is March 27 and I’m currently 22 years young but turning 23 soon!

🍄My pronouns are she/her/hers

❤️My sexuality is heterosexual (straight) as of for right now. Having some thoughts about becoming bisexual

🪻Introvert (INFJ-T)

🎨I am an artist. I sketch, digitally draw and paint on canvases sometimes.

🇺🇸 I live somewhere in America.

☘️ I’m also Irish-American.

💜 My favorite color is purple, but I also love blue, green, pink, black, red, gold and silver. And other variants of those colors

🖤I am considered as a goth, emo, and scene person. I’m also an aesthetic kind of person. (I’m into a lot of things lmao)

🧁 I really like sweets~ <3 (and other foods too)

🌴 I love the warm weather

😎 I guess I’m also considered to be cool lol

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What I’ll mostly be posting on here is art, memes, fanfics, incorrect quotes and etc. The fandoms I’m in are The Owl House, Amphibia, Helluva Boss, Inside Out, Futurama, Big Hero 6 and etc. Expect a ton of TOH and IO art cuz that’s what I’m really into right now lmao 😂

Here’s a list of other things I’m also into:

•Goth/emo/scene stuff

•Cosmology/astronomy

•Nature

•Plants

•Jewelry/crystals/rocks/gems and such

•Dream/weird core

•Witchy stuff

•Rock music as well as pop, heavy metal, punk, dubstep and etc

•Creepy things

•Aesthetic stuff

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-Do I do art requests, commissions, trades or whatever? All of those are currently closed. I DO NOT do art commissions because I don’t have access to do any of that. I probably will open art requests at some point as well as trades, but I’m just SUPER busy with art that I still need to get done.

-Am I LGBTQ+ friendly? HELL YEAH 🏳️‍🌈⚧️🏳️‍⚧️ I am an ally and I don’t care if you’re bisexual, pan, lesbian, gay or whatever! Just be yourself and don’t give a shit abt what anyone else says!

-Can minors interact with me? That really depends on the age. I am an adult and still a stranger here so I think I really prefer if ppl around 16+ can talk to me. I’m just kinda uncomfortable with the fact that there are 13-14 year olds on here and I’m like 10 years over those ages. If you are under 16 and wanna be my friend, I guess I’m okay with that but please just remember that I am an adult and just please be careful :) I am a nice person though!

-Other socials? I have 2 Instagram accounts. One of them is MissBigHero6 (my private account; the username will be changing soon tho) and the other is DejaDoodles101 (my art account). I have a DeviantArt (DejaDoodles101). I also have a discord account and that is under the name of Ariezthetic.

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-I am obsessed with a ton of characters such as Emperor Belos and The Collector (TOH), Loona and Verosika Mayday (Helluva Boss), Anxiety and Envy (Inside Out), and many more lmao. Btw I’m a HUGE Belos simp 🤭

-My favorite ships are Lumity, Raeda, Huntlow, Gustholomule, Veesha and Belrin (my OC Erin x Belos, (TOH) Joy x Sadness, Disgust x Anger and Anxiety x Ennui (Inside Out) Millie x Moxxie (Helluva Boss)

-I have a ton of OCs and I can’t wait for you guys to meet them! Both original characters and from shows and movies I watch!

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Kinda running low on other things to say abt myself so I’ll probably just stop here for now. I’ll try to add more at some point!

Go ahead and follow me if you’d like! Def need more followers and friends on here cuz I’m such a loner lmao 😅 Also looking forward to meeting you all! 🩷

#intro post #self introduction #the owl house #inside out #helluva boss #amphibia

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betinh3 · 4 months

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New ships that I liked for no reason

Embarrassment x Disgust Anxiety x Joy Ennui x Fear Embarrasment x Ennui

The only one who managed to find a reason is anxiety and joy, because they are both leaders lol

#inside out #inside out 2 #inside out fandom #disney pixar #inside out meme #inside out ships

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a-bucket-of-trash · 1 year

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The Good Boy – Kelvin x Neutral Reader – One shot

Prompt: Good boys deserve a “prize”

Tags: Long af Smut af +18 +25 naughty nsfw i’m so sorry * Hide in shame inside The Cube *

Your time on that strange island was spent mostly surviving, gathering resources, and trying not to die of ennui before you were killed by cannibals. Luckily the very task of trying to understand Kelvin already took enough time for you to get bored, plus he, in his way, was entertaining to watch. The soldier was a mix of a dogsbody, with a silent alarm, a lap dog, and a deaf guy. But he was endearing enough for you to really care for him and to warm to him quickly.

Besides, he was helpful, inordinately helpful. If he wasn't logging, he was building, gathering things, clearing the ground, looking for water, food, or hiding in that mini spot you had built in the tree near the base of him, where he could look around, in silence.

But he was almost always around you, following you around, waiting for orders as if he didn't have the ability to make his own decisions, which you knew wasn't true, he was still quite capable, even after such brain damage. Although the first month had been rough, somehow it seemed to get better with each passing day.

Even so, he kept following you, waiting for you to tell him what to do, almost running back once he finished to confirm that he had done it, giving you a thumbs up, waiting for your answer with the same gesture. But now it was added that he was acting relatively different. He seemed to momentarily lose himself in thoughts every time you gave him a thumbs up and sometimes he'd smile to himself when he'd stop for a second to rest, in the middle of homework. You were worried that perhaps his brain was getting worse again, but as soon as you suggested him to take it easy, he refused, even returning to the task with more enthusiasm.

He would sometimes disappear for several minutes, coming back, asking you, with signs, to give him more orders, which was already starting to get too weird. And when there weren't many chores to do, he would just sit near you, waiting.

Even so, every time you asked him if he was okay, he would say “ok”, smiling. In fact, he didn't look bad, he looked healthy, after all. His eyes reacted well, he no longer moved like a cat after being sterilized, so by all accounts, he was physically fine. You just didn't understand his behavior.

To that was added that, despite the fact that he did not hear anything, sometimes words or noises came out of his mouth, without realizing it. Generally they were words referring to something that he asked or did, sometimes they were a "yes" or an "aha", sometimes they were babbling, as if he were thinking aloud, and sometimes they were grunts.

You were making arrows by the fire one afternoon when Kelvin appeared from the woods after a while away, and he sat down next to you, showing you a cloth bag with a dozen fresh peaches in it. You stood still, trying to mentally process the map of the area, trying to remember where there was a peach tree, but you couldn't remember. Obviously he does.

You loved peaches, they were your favorite fruit, and he could tell by the abrupt joy on your face. You quickly put down the arrows to pick up a peach and look at him, saying a quiet, slow, but exaggeratedly gesticulated "Good Boy."

Kelvin smiled, grunting audibly, as he watched you take out your clean knife and start cutting a peach in half. You noticed him resting his head on your shoulder, watching you, studying what you were doing. It didn't bother you, he was quite close and seemed to be very calm when he was in contact with you, so you continued with it, cutting a piece, tasting the fruit. Juicy, luscious, and it was obvious to him how much you liked it, studying your reaction.

You heard him growl again, so assuming he wanted a piece, you cut another and offered it to him. He didn't try to take it, more like he just opened his mouth. You shook your head softly, feeding him, watching him eat, content. And he stood there, strangely enough, mostly watching you eat.

His attitude kept getting "worse", now he growled whenever you gave him a thumbs up. And he still didn't want to explain anything.

Until one day you understood something. You had given him a thumbs up, as always, watching him growl. You saw him immediately continue with another task, trying to finish a stone oven that you had started, taking advantage of the fact that you were going to go get water and wash some things in the river. But you had returned immediately, being that you had forgotten some things. It was when you saw him against the half-baked oven, still, his hands holding a beam, rubbing the bulging crotch of his army pants against the oven wall.

At first you didn't understand what the hell he was doing, and you would have moved closer if you hadn't heard him moan like he did. He couldn't hear himself, but half the island, you and your tomato red face, did hear him. It was weird, it was absurd, but at the same time it was so simple.

You decided to let it go, so you backed away, trying to ignore him. You weren't going to blame him, those things could happen in a place like this, but for him to do it with his pants in the middle and against a stone wall was a bit strange.

Since then you paid special attention to it and discovered a pattern. Every time he did something, you gave him a thumbs up. He always growled when that happened. And you were sure his pants never lay flat after that. Opting to confirm your theory, you eventually held his cheeks firmly, causing him to read the “Good Boy” from your lips. You saw him tremble slightly, growling in response. You nimbly lowered your gaze to a certain point, confirming everything. And from the way he'd stood still, eyes wide, it was obvious that he knew he'd been found out. For a few weeks after that, Kelvin seemed to try to behave as he should, but he soon returned to reacting with growls.

Eventually you wrote him a “Confess. Do you like taking orders?

Kelvin read, giving a slight jump, blushing to the max and looking away a little, nodding.

“Aha…” You smiled to yourself “That was…”

You saw him shakily take the notebook and hesitantly write "I like to please" while he averted his eyes in embarrassment.

Now everything made the total sense of the world. Kelvin got horny doing what you asked, he was turned on by following orders. Which, being a soldier, gave you another idea of himself. Maybe he even had gone on the force just to take orders 24/7. You shook your head softly, sighing, gently patting his head.

Knowing that you were aware of what was happening to him seemed to make him even more horny. You could tell he was waiting for your thumbs up like a drug, and sometimes he was too close, especially at bedtime. Also, he sometimes looked at you in a way that didn't need written or verbal words.

His eagerness to please had reached quite a fever pitch. A couple of cannibals had closed to your base and instead of waiting for you to annihilate them and staying out of the way as usual, Kelvin took on a rather sadistic look, grabbing the heaviest ax you had and running towards them, slashing them half to pieces with a single swing of the axe, as if chopping torsos were butter compared to trees. The "good boy" now looked like a serial killer, looking at the four hunks of cannibals, the ax resting sensually on his shoulder. His eyes turned pure and tender as he turned to look at you, pointing proudly at the bodies as if to say “Look what I did”.

You laughed slightly, denying, approaching him and gently took his cheeks, squeezing him affectionately. You knew he was expecting the compliment from him, so you gave him the clear “Good Boy” which made him grunt contently. But what he had done was more than just doing a good job, and you weren't made of stone, you had acquired more feelings for him than you wanted to admit, so you firmly kissed his lips and grabbed his vest, pulling him, who, stupefied and half paralyzed, was half dragged towards the building.

You pushed him in slightly, turning away from him and resting your ass firmly against his pelvis as you half-pinned yourself to a wooden column. The exclamation that came out of Kelvin's mouth was an indication that his brain wasn't damaged enough not to understand that.

He didn't take too long. He hurriedly lowered your pants and desperately lowered his own, decisively entering inside of you, giving a slight giggle that indicated that he had been wanting that for a long time.

Kelvin didn't take it lightly, he wanted to please you in every possible way, especially like this, so his hands clung to your waist, moving eagerly and firmly, moaning like crazy, which made you roll your eyes. The "nice boy" who normally acted with a certain submissiveness while waiting for your orders, carried with a dominant vigor in that situation, which, added to the fact that he was well gifted, made you realize that perhaps you had awakened a beast to which you could not deny anything.

But you loved it, it was making you moan from the center of your soul and you couldn't think of anything else, just him, how he moaned deliciously, how he kept that firm and deep rhythm, how delicious it felt.

And while he was walking you on the brink of ecstasy, he realized that he was hearing something. He smiled wider, paying attention, detecting your moaning voice and calling him over and over again. Although it sounded like he was underwater, it was in itself millions of times better than being completely deaf, and that the first sounds he heard in months, were his name between desperate moans, made him as happy as extra horny. He enjoyed it even more than he planned to enjoy, listening to you explode in satisfaction under his hands.

You were still a little lost in the clouds of hormones, tired, when you noticed him, already more relaxed, getting closer to you, holding you, hugging you from behind, to kiss your ear and neck for a long time, agitated but tender.

"God..." You half laughed to yourself, patting the arms around you, "I'm going to have to use this Good Boy more often... I love this..."

“And I love you…” Kelvin purred, kissing more of your neck.

"Eh?" You jumped, half surprised by the confession, half because he had answered you, turning to face him “What? Can you hear something? Kelvin?"

"Yeah…" He gently tugged at you, looking into your eyes, pulling you closer to the bed "Later… we'll talk… I want more"

You smiled, happy to know that he was recovering, and hugged his neck to kiss him deeply, feeling his mouth and body respond to you as if he belonged to you.

Not only did you spend almost the whole day doing it, but from then on, every time he did something very good, you felt obliged to pay him back, allowing him to take you, wherever you were.

#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest #sotf #one shot

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manuinout · 1 month

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I WANTED TO DO THIS FOR A WHILE AAAAAHHHH (I'd make this a little longer, but I've spent enough time on this video already)

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envyxquincydog · 2 months

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it’s too late :(

They died and envy is still alive

#inside out 2 #inside out anxiety #inside out ennui #inside out envy #inside out joy #inside out fandom #anxiety x ennui #inside out

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mushkhushshu · 7 months

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A Tentative Glance

this is one of the pictures from the plus-x that i developed on wednesday. my scanning setup is the most terrible barebones thing, so it doesn't look incredible. i can assure you that the negative has a lot more detail that this. anyway, onto the picture

The Picture

this is a picture i took when i was checking out an abandoned house with my friend. this is not the house in question, but rather a different, probably abandoned house. i took it with the pentax and the 28mm on kodak plus-x 125. i LOVE abandoned things so damn much. they make me think about the lives led there, and thereby more closely about my own.

i saw a bunch of old home movies the other day and they kinda struck me. not only because i was seeing my older relatives in a state i had never seen them, but also because of the sheer energy in them. there was an electricity in those videos - a certain indescribable "vibe" that just permeated the whole experience. i got to thinking about how my life doesn't have that same electricity, that same sense of wonderment. then i kinda realized that their lives didn't have that either. they lived totally normal lives filled with boring and inelegant moments. the beauty in that ennui, however, comes through the videos; the lens provides a convenient narrator in those select moments. a totally average life moment will become beautiful and meaningful simply by the action of recording it, for in that recording, you have validated the moment and given it new life as an undying piece of history. it is this infinite prospect of "history" which fills me with joy and dread. i feel the sudden lifting of the burdens of present day from my shoulders - and in their stead, the unending expanse of the future stretching out before me. it's terrifying.

that same terror consumed me vicariously through the land and property - pretty much a neighborhood of abandoned and dilapidated houses and yards. i looked around and realized that people grew up here. there were people, some certainly still living, who remember this place, who were here before it sank into dilapidation and squalor. and again that electricity showed itself to me.

i had been in the house we went in once before, but on this particular visit, i learned so much about the occupants - a family, or at least a parent and a kid: their photo albums, clothes, sports illustrated swimsuit edition '93(?), a ledger, a vhs tape labelled "x-rated pornography in new york full" - they all were exposed to the prying eyes of those who went past barely standing borders into rooms with furniture indistinguishable from the floors. i could deduce so much, but i ultimately could learn so little.

their kid's name was scott.

anyway, i'll be back with more bad scans and maybe that 4x5 - if i ever develop it

#analog #photography #analog photography #overly sentimental #WAY overly sentimental #abandoned #lost places #35mm

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meowczafhaye · 2 months

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Inside out x Poppy Playtime AU

Riley Anderson and Joy as player/ex-employee and huggy wuggy

for this AU, when riley got a vhs tape and a letter that said to find a flower, as she watches the tape and reading the letter, she began to return to the abandoned toy factory and find a flower, riley found a grabpack and used to open doors and power up the generator, but she wasn't alone as she realized that a tall figured toy was standing in place and later disappears when she began to hunt her prey

also, for the other inside out characters, I don't know what poppy playtime characters will be for them in this AU

inside out characters as poppy playtime characters:

- Riley Anderson (player/ex-employee)

- joy (huggy wuggy)

- sadness (???)

- fear (???)

- disgust (???)

- anger (???)

- anxiety (???)

- ennui (???)

- envy (???)

- embarrassed (???)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #inside out #inside out joy #inside out riley #inside out au #au

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real-jane · 2 years

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Books and Plans

Part 9 (the end) of Relentless, a series (masterlist)

(Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy)

summary: hermione and draco have graduated from hogwarts, but she's not so sure what's in store for them. draco, on the other hand, has very specific ideas. a book store date, the romance of snow, and the spontaneity of making plans.

warnings: fluff levels at maximum.

a/n: this series is cross-posted on ao3 HERE. series is complete, enjoy!

He trailed after her busy brown hair, which was piled on top of her head into a clump. It bobbed as she popped her hips. She wasn’t annoyed with him… that he was aware of... but she had been oddly quiet the whole day. Usually she wouldn’t shut up, and he loved that about her. It didn’t give him time to get lost in his own thoughts. His brain was still a dangerous place. Hermione often chattered away about any number of things, and doubled-down on it when she sensed he was drowning in ennui, asking his opinion but never quite giving him a moment to answer--except today, when she was bereft of little opinions .

Through Zonko’s. Through Durvish and Bange’s. Through Scrivenshaft’s, where she had the gall to ask the owner to explain the difference between split-nub quills and single-pot, even after he insisted she didn’t want split-nub, that they break so much easier, that with the way she scribbles as if the quill is going to disapparate. She just nodded, not looking at him, and purchased the split-nub anyhow.

Books and Tomes was where his anxiety hit a fever-pitch. She barely glanced around the veritable museum to her primal joys. She was ‘browsing.’ Hermione didn’t browse book shops. She devoured them. Something was wrong. Her fingertips paused over a blue leather book with worn corners. She glanced back at him.

Her eyes were full of unspent tears.

Before she could take one more step, he tugged on her elbow. Both Hermione and the blue book came to his chest, and her sweet little face found his shoulder. His heart lurched. Her breath caught.

“What’s gotten into you?” he whispered. A man attempted to sidle down the aisle behind them and Draco repelled him with a pointed glare. He sat on a pile of books. Were Hermione in her right mind, she would’ve admonished him for doing so, but she just covered her face and sobbed quietly. He pried the blue book which had set off the water-works from her death grip. Fundamentals of Potions by Albert Strauss-Findley. Ah. Draco slipped his hands beneath her light jacket and hugged her close.

She had been distinctly quiet (since he had applied for Potions apprenticeships) about what comes next. Hermione planned things in her sleep, she looked to the future like challenges to organize, but whenever the subject of ‘what do we do now that we’ve graduated?’ came up, she just… didn’t want to make plans. Every time he brought up her own applications, she insisted it wasn’t the right time to apply for a healing internship, that it was too expensive to attend a Muggle university, that she was too busy helping Potter with research for his cases. All possibilities were binned. She was still renting her flat on a month-to-month basis. She went to the market daily just so she didn’t have to waste refrigerator space. Fear had never taken a sweeter form than his little Gryffindor. He knew she didn’t want to pressure him or influence his choice of apprenticeships, but also refused to talk about what was next for them.

Draco wasn’t satisfied. That witch was the brightest of hers or any age. Like any good concerned boyfriend, he had spent the last few weeks writing inquiries. He fully intended to give her a long list of potential programs which were worthy of her at dinner, as a surprise. He wasn’t sure they’d make it if she didn’t stop crying.

She sniffled into his neck.

“Darling, I won’t have it. This is supposed to be a happy day!” Draco rubbed her back. “Whatever it is will pass.”

“I know,” she sniffled. “I’m sorry. We’re celebrating. I’m just--”

“Let’s cheer you up.”

“How…?”

“Pick out five books. Anything you want.”

Hermione pulled back and blinked. “Five?”

“You can talk me into ten, but no more.” He brushed her chin. “Uh-uh. No protestations, I won’t hear them. Go on. Then we’re going to kick this foul mood. Alright?”

The wrinkle between her eyebrows smoothed away. She nodded. “I’ve been meaning to pick up a copy of--”

“Don’t tell me. I don’t want to influence your decisions.” He grinned and kissed her cheek. Hermione sighed. Her pupils danced from side to side, taking in his gaze with a hunger she saved just for him. She scrubbed the tearful trails from her cheeks. Her eyebrow crept upwards.

“Anything? You’re serious.”

“Any. But this one--” he held up the blue book-- “is mine, so.”

A flush crept up her cheeks and she whirled around. Both hands raised, miming whatever decision she was making in her head--fiction or nonfiction? Spellwork or theory? Vintage or new works? She set her shoulders and strode for the next aisle. Draco watched her skirt flip, revealing an expanse of knit-clad legs, and disappear. He sighed.

One year.

Three-hundred and sixty-five days of the witch who smelled like purple flowers--every day memorizing the things about her nobody else was privy to. Dreaming about a life with her. Making her cry on accident--making her laugh on purpose. Pissing her off. Making her come. That one was new. He never tried to be with her intimately while they were still students. For one thing, the Room of Requirement was so far from their respective common rooms as to be an obvious choice for a tryst, and also it was drafty, and also Draco had a very keen fear that being intimate with him would change her mind. He didn’t care when she cried, because she reached for him in comfort every time, but the day she had reached for him with a devotion deeper than skin and mapped in goosebumps, he had been taught how to touch and be touched with a sweetness which made him misty-eyed. She protected his skin with her lips and breath. Hermione asked for what she wanted. All he ever wanted to do, until they shuffled off the mortal coil, was give her an ounce of safety back. They had navigated the first steps of a deeper intimacy from his bed in the Malfoy family flat in London, which he would soon be required to vacate. He didn’t mind. He wanted her to put her touches on his future home, even if it meant tchotchkes. Draco dreamed of shelves full of figurines, which served no purpose at all.

It didn’t take a full year to realize how much she mattered. The length of a kiss in a deserted street a year ago was enough.

The day she went from The Swot to MY swot, he thought, smiling down at his hands, which cradled the potions book she had clearly plucked from the shelf with him in mind.

He had pondered gifts for her in the past, but his ideas had fallen flat. Giving her free reign of his family’s account wasn’t altruistic in the least; he would be cut off from the family vaults at the stroke of midnight on January the first, and he was inclined to make Lucius Malfoy feel even a fraction of the hurt he had caused. He fully intended to have the itemized invoice owled to his father. He had already set aside twelve copies of House Elf Liberation by Marina Sandringham, in which he would forge his father’s signature and a personal note, and donate them in their entirety to the most verbal supporters of ‘Dobby’s Law’, Potter’s very first successful bit of legislation since being elected to the Wizengamot. Because when one tells one’s father to rot in hell, one really ought to say it with one’s whole chest.

That he would still be receiving a small, secret allowance from his mother was irrelevant.

Draco waited for Hermione at the counter, and when she came up with an armful of books which numbered a handful more than ten, and flushed cheeks, he heaped a few extra tomes on top. He charged the books to the Malfoy account, and requested the receipt in triplicate. The purchase was shipped via floo to a location Draco passed on a small piece of paper. Hermione was banished to the street in front of the shop so she’d stop pestering him about it, with his coat for good measure--the temperature had dropped a good ten degrees since the snow began falling, and that girl was made of springtime. Her thin anorak wasn’t enough. Winter never did agree with her skin. Plus, she took a lot of joy out of swimming in his jacket.

He took one book under his arm. Something special. He bid the cashier a good night.

Through the window in the front door of the shop, he watched her for a moment. Beneath the street light, his sweet Hermione shook her hair out of the top knot, threading her fingers through her curls so the tresses fluttered down her back. She sighed and her shoulders pulled forward. Her white jumper glowed in the golden lamplight, as did every snowflake which found purchase in her hair. One lone curl circled her cheekbone. She was lost, vision trained on an empty blanket of white.

The bell tinkled to signal his exit from the shop and she glanced up. She had peachy cheeks from the cold. Black wool hung from her shoulders like a cape. Sadness pulled at the corners of her eyes, but she truly was the most radiant woman he had ever seen.

From the coal-grey sky, a thought struck him deep, lodged between his ribs, and bloomed: I can’t wait to marry her. It stole his breath. He clutched his chest. She frowned and hurried to his elbow.

“You alright?”

"Mm. Fine, fine."

She pulled him towards a bench beneath the streetlight and they sat together. He watched her lips form words which his ears couldn’t comprehend, so he met them with his, right there on the street corner, where several people passed by in the pre-supper hustle. What they saw was a blond man kissing a brunette woman like he’d been the sole passenger on a stranded submarine for six months, but what he felt was a tremendous sense of the tides shifting. He wanted to drag her along with him--not under, not so she drowned in expectations. Shared goals. Fortunes which weren’t measured in coin.

She kissed his cheek, his jaw, and sat back as far as he would allow; his hands were curled in the coat’s lapel. Her eyes were still glassy.

“What’s wrong, love?” Asking her first meant she wouldn’t badger him about suddenly being dumb-struck by the idea that he might actually ask her to hitch her cart to his for the long-haul (and not the M-word, oh gods, just thinking about the word again made him want to pass out).

“I’m… I’m fine,” she managed. “Just been thinking.”

“What about?”

“You.”

Draco snorted. “What have I done to provoke such a thing?”

“You have worked so hard... for the chance of a career, and I know I have been insufferable forcing you to study for entrance exams--”

“Putting it mildly.” She smacked his shoulder and he chuckled.

“And I just… whichever apprenticeship you accept, I’m so proud of you.” Her voice broke on the last few words. “Please promise me you won’t hold yourself back. For me.”

Draco sighed. His chest hurt.

“Hermione Granger.” He shook his head. “You have terrifically awful timing. It would be impressive if it wasn’t so infuriating.” Draco held out the sole book he had kept from their stash. “I have a bone to pick with you, if I may.”

“Draco--is this--”

“It’s not a first edition--” (it was, of a Miranda Goshawk title, no less) “--I know you wouldn’t take it if it were, and I also know you’ll want to actually read it, so it’s not sensible. It’s still older than you by a fair amount.”

“It’s too much!” She fanned open the pages and the illustrated title card of The Wilds in Me drew her attention. The novel was about a woman whose magic was base and untethered, and the more she gave in to it’s seduction, the more powerful she became. Draco had read one chapter on a prior visit to the shop and lost five years off his life within the deep purple language, but he knew she’d eat it up.

“Do you like it?”

She nodded. Her kiss of thanks lingered. “You’re just… a dream.” She grazed his cheek. She couldn’t voice more.

Draco smiled. “This is not what I dreamed about at all. No--” he kissed her silent. “That’s not a slight to you. I just didn’t think I’d survive long enough to have someone. Or that there would be any single person alive willing to put up with all this . Who knew you’d be the one?” He said it with a nuance of Slytherin smarm. She elbowed him.

“How dare you!”

He kissed her nose. “Better?”

“Can we just… sit here. For a while?”

He nodded. Hermione leaned against him. They’d miss their reservation. It wasn’t so important. Not with snowflakes the size of galleons hanging in the air. Not with a sweet worrying woman tucked into his side.

He needed to drown out her fears. Especially on their anniversary.

The words started tumbling out of him. Softly. Sort of stream-of-consciousness.

“This is the spot,” he murmured, “THE SPOT--where my world cracked open one year ago. You changed the trajectory of my entire life, you saved me, you warmed me. I will never forget this day. If I get old and start feeling like my mind is going, I’ll buy twenty calendars and write down this day so I never forget it. You deserve a stack of books to the moon.

“I lose a lot of sleep planning out things we could do… we don’t live in the same castle anymore, it requires effort to spend time together, and even though I couldn’t be happier just wiling away a Sunday on my sofa listening to you reenact every voice in Beedle the Bard, there are more… things. For us to do. Some together, some individually.”

“What… what are you talking about?” She pulled the jacked closed around her neck and shivered. Draco pushed up his sleeves. He was radiating with nervous warmth.

“I know you’ve been avoiding making any sort of plans.” He pried his coat from her grip and reached for the inside pocket, proffering a folded scrap of paper beneath her nose. Once she took it, his hand remained under the wool coat, because he desperately needed to feel the way her torso imbued the garment with comfort. Draco memorized the cables of her jumper. She opened his note. Her eyes bugged.

“What have you done?”

“That,” he said, nodding, “is a list of schools interested in training new healers. All of them would require apparition or portkey, but it’s not unheard of. And if you flip the paper over, that is a list of people who have written a personal letter of recommendation in your favor, which I have gathered in a file. Notice Minerva McGonagall wrote two. And this--” he felt in his trouser pocket for the slim metal-- “is a key. To a flat, for which the rent has already been paid for the year. It’s down the street from a family market, they stock pomegranates all year ‘round (I checked), and there’s a pub which specializes in martinis two doors down, and they allow feline residents. And also, I will live there. I have recently come to terms with the idea of another kitten in my life other than you. Plus… I know you love my bed--”

“Mmmm. I do.” She smiled bashfully.

He rubbed her thigh. “Then… what if it was yours, too?”

Hermione’s jaw opened and shut several times before she settled on a pained frown. “This is too much, Draco.”

“Is it? Love… these are all gifts you can give to yourself, but you have to know you deserve them all.”

“What if you get sick of me? I’ll put a wrench in your plans.”

Draco pressed the key into her palm and folded her fingers around it. “Darling, I… you gave me back to myself. You are my plans. But…” Draco reached for the envelope in his back pocket, the final piece of his news for the love of his gods-forsaken life. He held it up but snatched it back before she could touch it.

“This is an offer for a program, which I have accepted. I will commute via floo.”

“You have?” She worried her bottom lip.

“This morning.”

“Where--with whom will you be apprenticing?”

Draco let the envelope fall into her outstretched hand. The signature on the offer letter had him reeling when he had received it a few days prior. “See for yourself.”

Pure astonishment filled her face. “Nicholas Flamel?” she breathed. He nodded once. “Oh my gods. Draco!” Hermione wound her arms around his neck.

“Oof!” Draco laughed. “What do you say? I’m several steps ahead, you’ll have to catch up--mmph!” She kissed him and kissed him and kissed him, again.

“I did… I did wonder if all things would end, once we graduated,” she whispered.

“You didn’t even ask me.”

“I know, but I’ve sort of… run out of utility.”

“Excuse me for contradicting you, but you’re not a ruddy cauldron.” Draco nosed her cheek. Hermione took solace against his side and they remained quiet for a while, both staring out at the new blanket of show, which filled every purposeful footprint. “I won’t let this end, Hermione. I’d like this conversation to be ongoing,” he said softly. “Pick this up same time next year?”

She beamed at him with tears and smiles in equal measure. He coaxed her to the Three Broomsticks (after a violent shiver on his part) and into a corner booth. Her first-edition Miranda Goshawk took precedence beside her plate. When they had toasted to one year of choosing one another every day, and eaten their fill of pub food, Hermione started to warm up to the idea of plans.

She’d apply to every program on his list, to field potential offers right away. Whatever program she heard back from first which offered her a paid position would go to the top of the list. No offers would be accepted in haste. If no offers came, she would seek a second course.

Draco was allowed to pay for however many books he deemed appropriate for her happiness, as long as he didn’t neglect himself in the process. If his potions books didn’t rival her spellwork theory, she��d show him!

They’d use his furniture, except her rolltop desk.

They’d get a kitten.

They’d start a potions business for healing magical maladies.

They’d wear matching monochromatic outfits and grace the pages of Witch Weekly.

Draco could grow a beard.

Her ideas came out of her mouth like she intended to manifest such silly projections, but that was the thing: Hermione Granger could do anything she set her wand to. Her mind would obliterate any obstacle, as long as she kept it level.

And someday, when they both had careers, and when she made peace with the unknown, he’d ask her to marry him, on that bench in Hogsmeade, outside Books and Tomes, and if he took care of her… she might say yes.

Part 8

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