#lost control of this one idk what it says

[vivwritesfics]

Idk if this is what you meant by supernatural au but what about a demon/king of hell Lando manipulating innocent reader into falling in love with him?

I took out the manipulation because i don't vibe with that but demon lando hell yeah

warnings: hints of smut

She'd seen him twice before she had the courage to approach him. But he was beautiful, and she couldn't help herself.

She tried to say 'hey', but didn't get the chance. He held out his hand, captivating eyes staring into her own as he pulled her onto the dance floor. His hands were on her hips as he moved her body against his own.

They were kissing before she knew his name. There was something about him that was just so captivating. He held her until the club closed and then held her hand as he walked her out of the doors.

She didn't even know his name and she was leading him back to her apartment. She didn't even know his name and she had her legs wrapped around his own as he ploughed her into her mattress, fucked her eight ways from Wednesday.

To Lando, she was supposed to be a one night stand. But as he laid laid, eyes moving over her back. If she was like him, there would have been wings there, black feathers like his own. They would have been beautiful, but she was human.

Lando didn't think he'd be coming back to her again. Usually he spent the night with one girl and moved on. Why the hell was he at her door again, this time with food in his hands, food that he couldn't eat.

She welcomed him back into the apartment, welcomed him back again. And again. And again. Before she knew it, Lando was a regular in her life. And she didn't want that to change.

She didn't know what he was, and Lando preferred it in that way. She was so sweet, she didn't need to know what he was. Not knowing what he was was going to keep her safe.

The longer Lando spent with her, the harder he found it to keep control. I mean, you can't really fault the king of hell for being paranoid over the safety of his human girlfriend. He laid awake with her, holding her against his chest, thinking up a thousand scenarios of the way he could have lost her.

He was gonna do anything it could to keep her safe.

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#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you #ln4 #ln4 imagine #ln4 x reader #lando norris smut #f1 #formula one #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #supernatural!au

[navstuffs]

Synesthesia

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Summary: "A condition in which stimulation of one sense generates a simultaneous sensation in another". Or aka the fic where Gojo Satoru fucks you inside his domain expansion.

Trigger Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!, SMUT, tiny squint of dubcon (reader goes mind blank inside the domain), creampie, multiple powerful orgasms, reader gender isn't mentioned

Author's Notes: probably the hardest smut i have ever written. idk how many times this has been done in the fandom (im sure tons) and one time i read this INSANELY good fic abt it and have never found it again. anyway, enjoy! credit on the images from this post right here.

other gojo fics

An average person will feel many sensations in this world, either physically and/or spiritually (if you believe in that type of stuff). Before meeting Gojo Satoru, your emotions were still there to remind you, hey, you are human: come and feel us; you can't stop us.

Everything changed after you met Satoru.

Gojo Satoru wasn't normal. Even in your first meeting, even without being a cursed user, you could tell something was off about him in the best way possible. The white hair, the ethereal blue eyes behind the sunglasses, or the fact that he consumed sweets as someone should be consuming water. Even your concerns about diabetes didn't feel necessary with this man. 

And then you started dating him. Yes, you, the average human being of this world, the single person in the million of eight billion or more. And he chose you, fell for you, for some crazy idea in his head. You became his new drug in the best way possible. Gojo Satoru could never have had enough of you. 

The kisses were intoxicating, and his neediness was that of someone who could not hear the word "no." Satoru would pout like a child, his head down enough that you could see his eyes shining through his sunglasses. And you would say "yes" as if only that vision persuaded you (it was your heart speaking).

Now, fucking Gojo Satoru, that was on a whole new level. At this point, you knew of the curses, the Jujutsu world, and the fact that somehow you are dating the strongest of that universe (?!). Fucking Gojo Satoru was not like fucking your other lovers. Satoru was entirely in during sex. As in head, soul, mind, the total package deal. And it was only fair you gave him the same. 

-x-

"What would happen to normal humans inside your domain expansion?" 

The question is met with curiosity by Gojo, who is wearing his black bandana today. He ponders for a moment, one finger toward his chin (because you said once he looked cute doing it, and he does it every time now). "They probably wouldn't be able to see it. Just feel it."

"Could it be considered safe?"

"Mhmmm, let me think. For some milliseconds. Why?"

"Nothing."

Oh, but Satoru had already perceived your interest. Your eyes did not meet his, and you tried to look away, embarrassed. His smile grew from his side lips until Satoru questioned, his voice low, " Is there anything I should know of?"

"You promise you won't laugh?"

-x- 

That's how you end up on top of him, his dick buried deep inside your body. It is already overwhelming, suffocating almost, the air being pulled from your lungs every time your hips meet his, and you weren't even inside his domain yet. Satoru insisted on starting slowly for your safety: 0.1, 0.2 seconds max, according to his estimation. 

"Now?"

"Are you close?" You shake your head impatiently, furrowing your brows. "Didn't think so."

Differing from all the other nights, you sense Satoru's tension. He can't relax, not even without you moaning in his ear. It's not that Satoru believes he will hurt you; Satoru has to consider the slight possibility of what could happen if he lost control for a tiny second and ended up frying your brain on accident.

"'Toru. Focus on me." You demand, squeezing his nipple so he can come back to you.

Satoru reacts: he starts rubbing in between in the middle of your legs, stroking your sex in a way only he knew how to do, after weeks of studying your reactions every time you had sex. In less than two weeks, the prick had learned places you haven't even discovered yet. It had to be six eyes, giving your body away like that. Biting where the neck meets your shoulder together with a particular way of fucking you and hitting on the place that made you see stars could make you cum in minutes. You are thankful he is the strongest because Satoru had ruined you for any other person who existed. 

"Focus, honey."  His voice is steady, his chest heaving up and down.

If someone asked you how a mere mortal felt bringing God to his knees, you would know exactly how to explain. That's exactly how you felt fucking Satoru. Like now, with his hands on your hips, helping you sink inside further every time, your open palms resting on his chest for support. It feels powerful and mythical; his mouth parted away like that, licking his lips from time to time. Satoru is a proud moaner, loud and about - but for this time, his forehead is furrowed in concentration, and barely any noises are coming from him. If it were any other time, Satoru would have helped you or taken control when it had gotten too much for his small patience to handle, moving his hips until you were a blabbering mess.

But now, he has to be focused on not harming you. The situation is even more thrilling if you think like that. Bring a God to his knees because if you don't, he might kill you with his power.

"Satoru!" You moan, needy. A warning that you are getting close.

His white hands raise, and you watch (as always) fascinated as the bandana comes off, even forgetting about your looming orgasm. Gojo Satoru is the most attractive man you have ever seen in your entire life, and if you believe in reincarnation, about ten more lives. He has a smirk on his lips now, happy with the way he affects you. I mean, how couldn't he? 

"Domain expansion, Unlimited Void."

Everything stops. The air stops moving, and time stops. You are paralyzed, your eyes wide, feeling everything and nothing at the same time. Your mind goes blank in the total sense of that word; you can't form a single thought. You forget your name, can't remember your parents' names, or where you were born, what you do. 

At the same time, everything is being shown to you; your consciousness is there, floating lost in the sky, but you can't grasp it. The only thing you can feel is your orgasm, but even that feels like it has toned down, a small explosion the size of a jelly bean growing inside your stomach.

The next thing you know, you wake up in Satoru's arms, gasping for air, shaking, with tears coming down your eyes. You can't stop squirming, and you realize it is your orgasm, with so much energy that could light up an entire city, spreading in your veins and going back into your brain at a swift speed, amplifying your senses. Then you find yourself staring at Satoru's blue eyes, and your mind goes blank again, but not like when you were inside the Unlimited Void. No, now you can feel everything: Satoru's love, Satoru's shooting his cum inside of you, Satoru's hand gripping your hips, the scream coming out of your throat!

Satoru is murmuring something, praising you, saying he loves you, but you pass out again, and the entire world goes black. Satoru holds you, feeling your heartbeat, not placing his bandana on his eyes, your body twitching unconsciously. 

You return to him after a few minutes - if anyone asked Gojo, precisely two minutes, twenty seconds, two exact milliseconds, almost three. 

"'Toru?" Your voice sounds exhausted, grateful, and in disbelief all at the same time.

"I'm here, honey. I'm here. You are okay." He kisses your forehead, holding you tightly in his arms, still buried deep inside you.

Later, when you ask, Satoru will answer that he had felt your orgasm within you. He had never seen you so out of this world, literally dumbfucked. He won't confess he got worried for a second and ended up placing you inside his domain for ONLY one millisecond. You also won't confess yet that you wanted to try again, up to 0.3 seconds (normal humans wouldn't survive), but who cares? You want Satoru to fry your brain. Instead, you will roll your eyes at his answer, slapping his arm playfully, and he won't even turn infinite on because it is you. And who is he to ever deny you? You who finally made his life whole. 

You that had a God wrapped around your finger.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fanfic #satoru gojo fanfic #satoru smut

[muffinsin]

Hear me out…hear me out.. G!P donna x reader where Donna catches the (fem) touching themselves while holding a picture of her?

(Idk I’m touch deprived.)

Oh hell yeah! I’m pairing this one with another ask for Donna I’ve got🙌

Some more Donna appreciation on this blog? It’s more likely than you think! Let’s get into it!

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She stalks the dark hallway, down, down, a little more. She knows exactly what you’re up to. She felt, heard, saw and knew all at once when you began your naughty game.

What especially caught her off guard though, was the raw want for her displayed by her picture clutched in your shaking hand.

Too warped in the pleasure you experience, you didn’t and still don’t notice the heads of several dolls turned your way. You don’t yet know she is watching.

She watches, like a predator might watch its prey. Though, her eyes are loving, if a little stern and dark. Possessiveness and arousal seems to flood her whole being, so much so she feels the pheromones coming off the plants in the house.

Perhaps, she is close to warping your mind a little in this state. She is dangerously close to doing so, certainly.

Donna watches quietly as she hears your thoughts, the naughtiness, the desperation, the arousal, the pleasure.

And even as she steps closer, past the hall, in the doorway, she is still one with the shadows. She stands quiet, entirely still, save for her twitching fingers and flexing thighs.

Her dark eye glances over your form on the bed.

Beautiful, bare naked, your smooth skin stretched out on the warm brown sheets. Your hair strands, sprawled out around you, creating a pattern she wishes to trace.

She sees your spread legs, shaking slightly, more the harder your fingers push into your sopping wet pussy. She smells your aroma in the air.

Subtly, she inhales and groans quietly to herself.

You’re a naughty girl today, it seems, believing you could take what is rightfully hers.

Your moans, breathy, loud, fill the room quickly. Donna grows more tense the more she hears, and feels herself become harder the more sounds escape your lips.

She feels it between her legs already, the large cock that causes the rather obvious tent in her dark dress. She feels the wetness against her boxers, the precum leaking from her already.

Then, a single sound leaves your lips that has her snap.

“A-Ahh, Mommy”~

You moan, a curl of your fingers in the right spot enough to lure this particular petname from you.

She moves fast, less moves, even. She rather appears on top of you, her fingers closing around your wrists tight, nearly like shackles.

Her gaze is hungry, her eye even darker than normal.

“What did you say?”, she rasps out, her voice rough and unpracticed. You shiver and gasp in surprise. It’s rare for her to actually talk, rather than use other means of communication.

Her voice immediately sends a jolt of pleasure from your chest to your very core. If your wrists were not restrained, maybe you’d raise them to her shoulders or hips.

Her gaze only hardens for a moment. Your eyes widen, as though reminded of the question asked. She’s close, her beautiful lips parted. Moments pass, you feel as though lost in her eye. She pulls you in, quite literally, but also your mind feels pulled in. You feel as though the pheromones of her plants dig right into your skull, yet, you are not in pain. You feel soothed, warmer, more flustered. You feel slightly less in control of yourself, and light, as though you are a puppet to the dollmaker. And really, would that be so bad?

You nearly forgot your fingers have been pulled from you; yet, the warmth inside of you barely has you notice the emptiness yet. That is, until you grow more aware of the tent in her dress, the hardness pressing up between your warm, upper thigh.

She clears her throat, the sound oddly loud in the quiet room. You feel as though torn from a clouded, quiet world.

At last, you speak.

“Mo-Mommy”, you repeat, your voice a mere whisper. Your pussy clenches at the mere words and her presence. Of course, she is always with you. You merely don’t always know.

A smile spreads on her lips, happy, pleased, hungry.

Your wrists are released, yet you are dominated enough by her mere presence to stay still unless instructed otherwise.

“My lady…”, you whisper breathlessly.

You watch, mouth watering, as smooth, black fabric comes off her body. First her dress, then her bra. Full breasts and light, dusty pink nipples that are already hard greet you. Her smooth skin glistens in the dim light of the room. Her hair is let down next, and you feel your body reacting yet again as a wave of her scent hits you. Your holes tighten automatically, a fresh layer of wetness dripping out of you. Your nipples harden instantly, your back arches slightly as you feel shivers run up and down your spine.

She’s beautiful, a goddess in your eyes.

Little do you know, you are the very same to her.

She cups your cheek softly and you no longer jump when you hear her familiar voice invading hour mind.

“Take them off”

No more instructions are needed, so that your hands immediately shoot forwards, your fingertips gently hooking into the waistband of her bulged boxers.

You pull them down slowly, each inch revealing more of her creamy skin.

Your thighs clench together at the sight of her thick crimson tip. The head is big, leaking, and sensitive. You moan lowly under your breath at the mere sight.

When her boxers are pulled down entirely, her large cock slips completely free. Slightly curved, large in size, and dripping, it slaps against your thigh. You moan, her eye still set on you even when your hand wanders to her cock.

Your eyes widen in surprise when she moves quickly again. One moment she is straddling your hips, in the other your face serves as a seat for the length of her cock. You feel it pressed up against your cheek and forehead, warm, wet, leaking precum onto your skin.

“Open up for Mommy, my most beautiful doll”, comes her voice in your head again.

You don’t even think of denying her.

As your fingers clasp the picture of her tighter, your lips part and your mouth stretches open.

And Donna wastes no time at all. She slides herself deep down your throat, her curved dick making you gag within moments. Her hips thrust slowly, but deep and precise. You feel your wrists be released in favor of her wandering hands finding and caressing other parts of your body. You feel strong, but delicate fingertips push into your hips, feel the featherlight touch of them against your bulged throat.

Tears come to your eyes from the constant gagging on her cock. You can, by now, fit her inside your mouth rather comfortably, though you doubt you will ever be able to do so without gagging and clenching around her. You can barely breathe with your spit in the way, instead feel her cock throb in your mouth from the messy and sloppy blowjob she is given.

And Donna? She thrives off it.

Her hips shake a little, her thighs and muscles are tense. She’s close, you know, but you also know your lover can hold herself right at the edge for long.

Precum leaks down your throat, feeding you her sweet cum bit by bit.

Almost offended, she slaps your hand away when you attempt to touch yourself.

“Little doll, you know I can do better”

The use of her voice catches you off guard. For a moment, you gasp, then choke, then gag, then drool some more. A low, deep chuckle is heard from her. She eases up a little, merely enough for you to breathe despite the spit smeared against your lips and her cock.

You groan and moan when her fingers push into you instead, having slid down from your throat. Of course, the dollmaker is exceptionally skilled with them. Of course, the knows this.

Curling and turning, thrusting and grinding, she brings you closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes flicker between your eyes, your throat, your body, and the picture of her held tightly between your fingertips.

You nearly whine when she plucks it from you, but even if you tried, the cock in your mouth would barely allow sound to pass. As such, she rests it on the nightstand and clasps your hand in hers, intertwining your fingers.

Your legs tremble soon, the light, overwhelming feeling rising in your stomach. You feel it, your orgasm, approaching faster and faster.

Her knuckles slide into you, until her fingers are buried deep in you and she’s palming your pussy with each stroke into you.

Her thumb rises to rub against your clit. Small circles at first, featherlight, then harder. Your body jerks on the bed as you’re stimulated.

“Would you like to cum, beautiful doll of mine?”

You shiver at her words. And while words can’t escape your lips, you plead with your eyes as best as they allow you to. You whimper, whine, moan, widen your eyes and try to nod. Your pussy clenches around her fingers, your clit grows even warmer, your nipples harden painfully.

A smirk.

“Cum”

A command, not an offer. A command from her, but also from your very body, it seems. Whether her touch or the pheromones surrounding the two of you, you feel pushed over the edge the second the words leave her dark-painted lips.

Your back arches and you groan around her cock as you cum, your vision blurry for a mere moment as you choke again and tears run down your cheeks.

Yet, you taste the delicious liquid that is her as it is shot down your throat in ropes of cum. She’s moaning lowly, her cheeks flushed slightly, her balls throbbing, her tip overly sensitive in your mouth.

When she pulls out, to your surprise, you see a string of cum and spit connect you to the tip.

Alas, she is far from done with you yet.

Giving neither of you time to truly recover from this ecstasy, you feel her fingers slide out of you and join her other hand in grabbing your hips.

“Ti stai divertendo, non è vero?”, she hums, a playful smile on her lips. “Let me join in on your little game then, my darling doll”

A scream, a breathless “Mommy…!” slips past your lips when first her huge tip, then the rest of her slides into you.

You’re settled against her, her balls pressed flush against your ass cheeks for a moment. Then, the woman begins to thrust, though. Or rather; rut. She feels feral from the name alone, this much is clear by now. You feel her loving touch, her hands kneading and savouring the touch of your skin. A sharp contrast to her hard and deep thrusts, her cock working your pussy sore and stretching it out.

Your head is thrown back, a string of moans and gasps leaving you.

“Mommy!”

“Yes! Yes yes!”

“Please, my lady! Yes! YE-YES!”

You feel sensitive, warm, and utterly loved. Kisses are trailed over your chest and neck, hands explore your body lovingly. Her curved cock hits all the sensitive spots deep inside your body, none any other could ever each.

As your eyes struggle to stay open, you feel the light feeling rise and bubble up in you again. You’re lightheaded, almost, high on the pleasure.

Your lover seems to have a similar feeling. Donna’s grip tightens on you, her thrusts become faster, more desperate.

You beg, “please, mommy, please, my lady, let me cum again..!”

And your darling lover, how could she ever refuse you?

She cums with you, her low groans and moans of pleasure a contrast to your loud, breathless moans and screams. You feel her cum in you, warm, thick, enough for you to feel it wholly in you.

When she attempts to move out, your legs swiftly hook around her and whines fall from your lips. How could she, if she is keeping you so very warm and comfortable?

A soft smile crosses her lips, and you join in on it when she merely pushes herself back inside wholly and leans down on the bed with you. She’s rested on top of you, her hair tickling your neck slightly.

Your hand finds her brown hair, her hands cup your cheek. As you share a kiss, you smile. You know, she will take care of you.

#donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader

[wildpeachfarm]

Ok anyone else reading this who doesn't know me as well as Moku; all of this is the opinion of someone who's been watching Jacksepticeye and Markiplier since 2012/2013, and is also incredibly loud themselves. We're talking ultra stan, I've been to both of their youtuber liveshows and have signed merch.

Jack lost a little bit of relevancy. It's (mostly) not his fault, as time passes some youtubers fade or quit and while it's sad (thumps fist against chest then raises it to sky, Matpat Game Theory) it's the cycle of life, and the life of youtube is not something that can be kept up forever. Jack is not pulling the same views he used to- and to be fair to him he's not the only one, Mark also sometimes doesn't pull the same views, its the cycle of life. Not all of it is Jack's fault.

HOWEVER.

Jack did also shoot himself in the foot a little bit. He started doing less collabs, something that always helps with combating less relevancy. For comparison, Mark still does collabs all the time (tbf with the same two/three people, bob wade and ethan, but he still does them). Jack also started changing his content a few years back. Instead of just gaming videos, what he's always done, he started adding in react andy content- meme time reddit reactions, tiktok compliations, cringe comps, epic fails, that kind of thing. There's no harm necessarily in reaching out to try new content but it always does come with risk.

He also changed how he posts videos. Idk about yall but 30min to 1hr is my golden zone for videos. 1.5hrs max (or 3hrs max for a vod). He was/is uploading full games as 1 video. 4hrs plus. Saw one even that was 12 hours. Clickbait titles. Or titles that are just "(game name)- full game". For me this was a personal turnoff. I don't have the attention span for content that long.

He also, and this is the potentially upsetting part to people as I know my comments will butt heads with Irish culture and stereotypes, but like, he didn't "get with the times". The way he yells and overreacts in videos is very 2010 youtube era. Yes some of his volume control is due to being Irish, I get that, I also have volume control issues, but sometimes it's reminiscent of like. Jake Paul videos. Ricegum videos. Even with a nostalgia bias it's hard to swallow sometimes and I'll click back off a video.

For comparison, Mark still does (although limited) collabs, and interacts with other youtubers in the community. Mark has stuck to similar/the same content he's been known to make, and although he does branch out (A Heist, In Space, Iron Lung, sponsered videos, or other video game genres) he usually still sticks to what he's known for- horror video games, and has stuck to the same video lengths with only a few variations for reasons that are usually extremely understandable. And this is less of a fair comparison because Mark was never "loud" to begin with, so while he did tone himself down he did not have to tone himself down as much as Jack in theory would.

My speculation is that Jack is taking the "lost a little bit of relevancy" a little bit too hard, a little bit too personal, RSD style (we know for a fact he has ADHD). Whereas Mark (and again I'm trying to make this as fair a comparison as possible, Mark is also ADHD) hasn't taken it personally because he seems to recognize any loss in viewership is not his fault but rather just a fact of times changing and people growing older. While I can't recall if Jack has ever said anything on the same lines, I can recall Mark on multiple occasions saying he could never quit youtube or making videos, because even if he's "only making one single person happy with his videos, that's still one person he's making their day better". Less of a views thing for Mark, and more of how Dream sees videos and content creation- trying to bring joy and happiness to people. Idk if Jack has ever said anything like that, or if he has it's not something I can currently recall so it was likely a once-off, whereas I remember Mark and Dream saying those things because they've both talked about it multiple times.

Essay Andy Echo out.

This is so interesting, thank you Echo 🫶

#ask #I like essay Andy-ing

[cortexreaver]

sorry im aggro because my vyvanse is almost gone and i kept.meaning to check and see if it was gonna get refilled and forgetting because im a dumbass and also when it wasnt fucked up every month it would happen when i only had a few days left because teehee controlled substance we cant let your life be too easy you little fiend so i kept being like okay i wont be able to tell until last minute. so i check today and the pharmacys like yeah your doctor needs to write a new prescription and im like otay :( and i email her like hey can you do this and i send it and then im like wait she probably cant do shit unless i reschedule my appointment because its schedule II idk maybe last months appointment was recent enough? idk. this shit is so fucking stupid i hate it she hates it i dont understand who the fuck it benefits. also turns out even though the vyvanse patents expired in february takeda still has market exclusivity til august. thank you fda you little shitcunts you never miss

tl;dr i ❤️ my legal/socially acceptable amphetamine dependence that i willingly sought out it was a really good idea it spices up my life. im realizing i didnt get to my point anywhere in here my point is that im gonna be off my med until im sure i have a refill which i do not enjoy doing lol

#lost control of this one idk what it says

[extra-somethin-somethin]

hey so do you think wtv keiko had to deal with growing up with yusuke could be considered a type of parentification

#god chapters where barely anything happens except a character's realization about things can be hard ... #im writing another keiko pov chapter and it's hard because well!! #keiko was never really a main focus in the series and as time goes on she gets even less of a focus so i have to fill in these spots #in her personality and views that aren't really explored. im taking a lot of liberties lets say #and idek if it's gonna read as in character cos of that #anyway im tryna say that like. pre series keiko was basically this presence in yusuke's life and he saw her as a pain but he cared #she was there to scold him and cajole him into going to his classes and she was his only friend #now we know atsuko was negligent and idk how involved the yukimuras were in his life but i feel like keiko #whether directly or indirectly was given this duty like you have to keep him outta trouble #you're smart you're mature he needs someone like you. this responsibility just kind of put on her before she can understand the weight of i #and she can't really comprehend that weight until it's abruptly taken from her. yusuke dies and there's no one to shepherd #i feel like keiko should get to be mad about this. this realization of the nature of their dynamic. keiko planning things around yusuke #who's never done that in his life. not because he's purposely being thoughtless but bc he was never the one to have to plan #to think about what their future looks like. he just kinda drifted along and keiko tried to do damage control. it wasn't fair #yusuke is keeping secrets from her she is scared of high school and that he'll die again without her knowing why and it's unfair #so she should get to be mad also because girls getting to be mad is one of my favorite things 👍🏼 #the realization that yusuke won't be lost without her so she shouldn't hinge her life on the expectation that he will be #she worries about yusuke a lot i think. especially after he comes back from the dead. and i think kuwa's presence would help ease that #dread in her heart. it doesn't have to be just me. there's someone who can be there with him always and it doesn't have to be me #the guilty relief of not having to be the sacrifice. but kuwa doesn't mind so maybe it's okay this way #idk just rambles about my fic while i puzzle out how to word it #character analysis #yukimura keiko #yu yu hakusho

[amrv-5]

survived Badly (argh) but going to work on fic for as long as I continue to enjoy doing so then switch over -- see if I can find somewhere to watch The 400 Blows and probably cry forever and dehydrate and feel soooo sad and then feel better after. Thank you French New Wave

#boooo whatever saying nonsense nothing matters delete later #somebody should invent a proximity to your parents that doesn't immediately make you so emotionally weird forever #overdramatic. Im feeling fine im eating some crackers and lying around chilling. Just. Weird. Off Balance.. #Mild Disturbance in my Year of Exceptional Emotional/Mental Chill #not gonna let it break my 2024 streak of feeling generally Pretty Freakin Good and mostly Recovered From The Lost Year #Which btw. can I say... have i said...? Genuinely having one of the nicest years of my life so far... feeling really pretty good #mfw having more control over your life + surroundings + choices + living circumstances means you can genuinely #meaningfully improve ur day-to-day lived experiences and find what works for u to keep u happy + healthy + excited about life... magic #anyway. brief Huh I Feel Kind Of Bad And Sad In A Deeper Way Kicked Off By But Unrelated To Events Of The Day moment earlier #really made me realize how exceptionally good I've had it so far this year... i think... it's possible... things Do Get Better #anyway. ok done Tag Blogging now. just hope everyone enjoys a nice treat or something. get good sleep enjoy ur time change if it applies #watch a movie or something. idk have fun guys have a good night

[moodr1ng]

literally 1 review on etsy lowering my entire average from 5 stars to 4.9 and it like. shouldnt be there imo so im mad abt it

#97 #like i cant do shit about it but. #someone left me a 1 star review bc their envelope got lost in the mail instead of contacting me #when i have a policy that i refund or replace lost orders #and then refused to have it refunded or replaced when i reached out?? #so why are you giving me 1 star for someting out of my control that you dont even want me to fix #its soooo petty of me to fixate on but its. ONE review. #out ot 600+ which are nearly all 5 star 😭 #and that singular 1 bad review changed my entire score. i had 5 stars up until getting it #(etsy has this 'star seller thing' where if you reply fast to messages send orders on time and get good reviews u get a badge) #(and like i have the badge dgmw but.) #(i have 100% fast replies 100% on-time shipping and im literally just 0.1 points from also having a perfect review score) #(and its this ONE SINGLE ONLY unwarranted bad review keeping me from it) #(what can i say im a completionist i wanna get perfect scores :( ) #(++ idk how many more 5 star reviews im gonna need for it to balance my score back to perfect?) #(i think i may need to get several hundred perfect reviews to balance out one bad review) #i also get some 4 star reviews sometimes and im kinda sad that theres never a comment so idk what was wrong w it? #like if im perfectly satisfied w an order id leave 5 stars so i have to assume theres smthing missing but they never say #but yknow. 4 stars is still good

[maddy-ferguson]

would love for people who don't even care about feminism to stop using the word bioessentialism to critique it lmao

#if it's bioessentialist to say men rape women than women rape men (very objective truth. not niche or radical. you'll think i'm #exaggerating but i'm not) or to be like this person who's a man is more likely to rape me than this person who's a woman #then like yeah literally any feminist or sane person is heavily into bioessentialism. because it's literally statistics #the other day someone made a video about testosterone that i didn't watch and people were like acting like testosterone is what makes men #violent to women or whatever is ❌ and i was like yeah thats dumb and bioessentialist but then someone said its not testosterone and its not #how they're raised either and i was like well now you've lost me. like if it's not natural and not cultural what is it😭 the person who #said that ALSO made a video so maybe they explained what they meant but i didn't want to watch it because. i literally never watch videos. #youtube videos it was a youtube video. unless it's by one of the like two youtubers i've been watching for years #but yeah idk what they said because i would agree that it's not all about how they're RAISED because like you can raise a boy with like #feminist values but he'll still get constant messaging from like every corner of society that women are inferior you can't control #everything we all internalize things.same with raising a girl obviously it's just that learning that you're inferior is a little different #from learning that you're superior and it has different consequences lol #but like yeah i've seen so many people be like um you can't assume that men hurt women more than #women hurt men that's lowkey bioessentialism... #and it's supposed to be PROGRESSIVE like girl you just took away the foundations of feminism #very unserious #and like i say: brf slt

[bingobongobonko]

methinks i should make a ramble jar and start putting money in it bc. i lost like two hours of time rambling about something and now im in the aftermath like. dude..

#sigh. i do this every time #im not mad just disappointed #i am a little bit insecure about it but this too will pass #i guess it seems like a good thing to be passionate abt what you like but yk #two hrs..? #kinda just wish i were normal #yk #30 mins at most #it just sucks. i feel odd and weird #i dont mind the lost time persay #just kind of perception of me ig #i swear i have more interests than just the one #its just i really care about this one thing right now and i need to say it but also its kinda like mannnnnnnnnnnnnnn #talk about the weather! #idk! #i dont find it charmin about myself i find it insufferable #this too will pass.. #im just being negative. and i cant exactly control it #once i start talking its gonna take shoving to get me to stop #and no one did #so maybe that means they dont mind or maybe they were being polite #idk but i shouldnt ruminate on it #if ppl found me annoying they'd stop talking to me right #i cant assume anything

[honeymaki]

Update 1 : am now an overwatch girlie sorry for the absence it’s a new fixation I’m a slay support

Update 2 : can feel another personality crisis on the rise so stay tuned

#I have no concept of self #it’s extremely difficult for me to view myself outside of me #like me nd my sister will look at aesthetic type vids and she’ll be immediate to recognise her own vibe and self #and I’ll be lost cause idk who I am or what I look like or eminate #there’s nothing particularly unique about me #I know a lot of people say it’s more about personality but lately I feel as though I just don’t have one #ANWAYS I PLAY MOIRA IM SO SLAY I ALSO LIKE KIRIKO BUT IM NOT THAT GOOD #I PLAY ON SWITCH W MY PINK CONTROLLER ITS BEEN NON STOP #🌱.chats

[pallas-cat]

..

too long for tags so vent under cut lmfao

idk how people can understand how daunting it is to like

sit on the verge of a more and more plausible serious mental illness diagnosis

one that at least a few professionals mentioned without ever like officially saying it and not knowing what to do in the meantime bar be terrified of what it does because cluster Bs in general get downright demonized and god knows me feeling any single emotion is either

1. an exaggeration of my fault and smth i should learn to manage rightfully (which is obv understandable and i try to take accountability)

2. me being fucking normal and daring to be negative and angry in a normal way but having an entire fucking repressed entourage of people (my family <3)

and the thing is i'm still not too great at knowing when it's one or the other

and like it's not just the adhd it's not just the anxiety it's a more sinister aspect of what i am and i want to get rid of it so bad lest it hurts people

like the worst it has done so far is me snapping at people at times

but what if all the harm i do to myself bubbles up even further i just don't like what i'm doing and i don't like how i lost control of that!

i swear im not throwing a pity party im just like reflecting a lot because i just hate being so wired wrong despite things objectively going alright after me doing a somewhat non-consequential fuck-up

[wereh0gz]

The metal virus arc really does get worse when the zeti are introduced huh.

#ramblings #eggman didn't make a cure or vaccine and that's so dumb. he should've made one #starline wouldn't have gone asking the zeti for help if eggman did at least that #they already had the virus mutating and resisting his control #the stakes for him would be brought up if it mutates to resist the vaccine #and the only definitive cure would be like. idk chaos energy or something #ALSO later on sonic says that when he goes super he gets unlimited power but can't just do anything with it???? huh?????? #and silver says chaos control is only capable of moving things a certain distance???? #as if chaos control wasn't used for fucking TIME TRAVEL #messing with time combined with messing with space with the warp topaz #could've essentially reversed time on anything that got infected #turning them back to normal and separating them from the virus #instead of. idk what happened they like just pulled it off as if it was just a coating of metal?? #and not basically fused with anything organic it came into contact with??? #idk they didn't do a good job explaining what sonic and silver actually did so it feels weird #ANYWAY. if eggman had just made a vaccine the zeti wouldn't have been brought into the story #they could've stayed in lost hex like they should've #and the story would've gone in a different and more interesting direction i think #with eggman using the restoration's findings to make a definitive cure for himself and fucking the others over #he could also still 'fire' starline to take the warp topaz for himself seeing how it can be used in his favor #and because he gets sick of starline questioning his decisions #in the end it would've been what little remains of the restoration vs eggman and his army of zombots #instead of that anticlimactic battle with zavok #y'all still believe i like this arc right because i do #i love the concept i love the angst and the horror it's just the end that sucks #and eggman being dumb too #i gonna rewrite like the entire part where the deadly six get introduced btw that's why i've been re-reading this arc #anyway's i think that's enough talking about this arc for now lmao

[klonoadoortophantomile]

keep wanting to replay mother 1 so badly its actually driving me crazy

#I CANT THOUGH LIKE.. ITLL BE SUCH A WASTE OF TIME #i barely ever enjoy replaying rpgs ill feel so bad if i try to replay it nd its just Boring #ALSO I HAVE SO MANY OTHER GAMES IM PLAYING THRU RN THAT I ALSO WANNA PLAY LOLLL #like it doesnt matter i should play whatever i want whnever i want…but like.. #i feel like id rather play more of smthn new than replay smthn i already know so much abt #idk #uhhhmmhmm i was gonna say smthn else what was it #OH YEAH #i keep thinking abt how goofy the way i played mother 1 was when i step back nd think abt it #the be brief i was playing with an arcade styled controller on a standing desk so i had to stand up yhe entire time while playing #technically i COULD have gotten a stool or lowered the desk but i was too lazy to #honestly the standing didnt bother me too much especially since i was usually playing while chatting with my sister or one of my friends #and also the way things were setup w the emulator was super cryptic so i didnt even dare to touch any of the savestate type stuff so i #played like completely cold turkey. one time i accidentally closed the emulator (one of the buttons on the controller was mapped to escape #nd my arm hit it by accident) so i lost like. 20 minutes of gameplay #i cant remmeber where it was it was really funny though #inqusitivewaltz.txt #i love this game so much it genuinely makes me feel ill sometimes #ahhhhhgghhhhhhgggghghjjjhhghhhhj

[dashiellqvverty]

wings of fire taking a sharp turn into horror at the end of the 3rd to last book… crazy stuff

#im like halfway through book 15 now im soooo mixed on the breath of evil stuff #it’s soooo compelling and freaky and done well BUT #however i feel like it detracts a bit from the plot that actually hooked me on the arc #like the lost continent (the book) was prob my favorite book in the series bc of how blown away i was by the themes #i’m not super invested in the characters compared to other books but i was like woah a story about how someone is becoming radicalized #and tbh the mind control stuff also felt like it detracted a bit from SOME of that for me bc like are we saying no one would be complicit #in oppression without mind control??? #which. i am putting my faith in the author based on how good everything has been so far #that no actually when this gets resolved there will still be dragons who want to uphold the system bc it benefits them and stuff #bc otherwise it would feel like a copout idk #but the breath of evil stuff is like. i don’t think it takes AWAY from that in the same way #but it does feel like a distraction. what happened to the original plot of the movie you know #r.txt

[deancasbisexual]

things I wouldn't believe happened if I hadn't seen them with my own two eyes:

cain implying cas is dean's collette

dean breaking cas out of naomi's mind control

cas' entire confession

dean's s13 widower arc

"I left, but you didn't stop me."

"he was your boyfriend first."

"the stench of that impala is all over your overcoat" or whatever he said

"don't make me lose you too."

dean turning aaron down not because he "doesn't swing that way" but because he's on a "federal investigation."

in fact, dean's entire reaction to aaron hitting on him

dean's disappointment when he found out aaron wasn't actually into him.

dean's siren being a dude and sam not questioning it despite still being under the impression that sirens infect people through sex

destiel divorce arc

dean completely giving up on life whenever cas dies

dean staying in purgatory for an entire year even though he could have left at anytime simply because he didn't want to leave without cas

dean seeing cas everywhere after purgatory just like how sam saw jess everywhere after she died

dean rewriting his memories of purgatory because he couldn't handle the fact that cas willingly chose to leave him and it was easier to believe that he failed cas instead

dean telling cas he's not going to let him die a virgin

"he's in love...with humanity."

cas putting donatello into a coma because he hurt dean

the handprint parallel (and that being jensen's idea)

"you have me confused with the other angel. you know, the one in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you?"

"sorry but i'd rather have you, cursed or not."

destiel dressed up as cowboys

"are you going to look at more anime or are strictly into dick now?"

"and how is it that you lost dean? I thought you two were joined at the, you know...everything."

the look on dean's face when he realized jack broke cas out of the empty (and the look bobby gave him in return)

"you're hoping castiel will return to you."

dean canonically being cas' human weakness

dean dropping to his knees and praying to cas while sobbing because he was scared of losing him

dean and crowley having orgies together

the mixtape

dean flirting with a guy through charlie

just the general way dean and cas look at each other and interact with each other like idk what else to say lmao

#your honor they are in love #your honor they are gay #deancas #destiel #supernatural #dean winchester #cas novak #castiel #spn