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potentialguybodyswaps · 1 year

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Jockifacation

Being one of the smartest nerds in school sometimes had it perks, I mean sure most of the nerds got bullied and treated like shit by a lot of the school, especially the sports teams, but there were a few of us that were able to escape from the public humiliation that comes with being a nerd

Us top tier nerds, as I like to call us, we’re the ones that the Dean had picked to help tutor some of the more important students, like the ones who parents had made large Contributions, and the sports team, that all he really cared about, the people that really mattered.

As usual, the dean gave us nerds a heads up that a pop quiz was coming in some of the different classes we all shared with the assigned person that we’re in charge of making sure pass

The guy I was in charge of was one of the basketball players, his name was jake

He wasn’t the dumbest jock in the school, and thank god for that, I feel bad for the guy that had Brad, bro might have retard strength but also the intelligence of one.

atleast I can work with jake, might be annoying with his slow ability to grasp concepts and the constant side stories about the team, his latest conquest, how All this school work is pointless cause he’s gonna be a professional some day… etc

Jake was from a small red neck town and Texas and you could tell, he kinda stood out here in California with his accent and very little understanding of basic algebra, I guess they didn’t teach that were he’s from

it was probably around midnight when I finally got him to remember and be able to apply The Quadratic Formula, now Hopfully he can maintain it for 12 hours

“Aye bro thanks for helping me out with all this math shit, if you ever need anything partner just let me know” he said getting up to stretch

I got up to stretch too and crack my back

“I mean not unless you can make it so I don’t have to stay up late night tutoring members of the team because the dean demands it haha” i said laughing and smiling a sleepy smile at him

“Shiiiiit cuz, I got you just put this hat on” he said taking his hat off and handing it to me

“I mean thanks for the symbolic gesture but I don’t think a hat will do much” i said staring at it in my hands

“Just put it on bro, and you’ll be a part of the team” he said reaching over to guide it and place it on my head

“So is that it? Am I part of the team now haha?”

“Nah bruh, you gotta turn it backwards to start the uh, process”

“Start what process? some sort of initiati-“

I said as I felt it start

“Initiation? initially? Initials? No bro, initiation, god dam I had a brain fart for a minute there bruh haha…” I said stumbling on my words

“Bro? Bruh? What’s happening I don’t use those words!?” I thought to myself as my eyes started to glaze over

“There you go cuz, it’s starting, don’t worry, you should be a full fledged member in a few minutes, then you’ll never have to worry about tutoring again haha, the process kills quite a bit of brain cells” he said sitting back down smiling as he slowly closed his eyes

I tried to get up and take the hat off but I could barely move as I felt my mind weakening and my body was in too much pain as it reshaped it’s self to move

I could feel my thoughts get slower as my body changed more and more

“Mhmmmm b-b-bro h-help” I was able to mumble out, able to hear my voice getting lower

“Just let it take its course” Jake said not budging

My long shaggy hair got shorter and receded back into my scalp until it was short enough to fit inside the cap

My acne disappeared until my face was smooth and I could feel my face reorganizing itself, wholes appearing in my ears for some new giant fake earrings

Next was my sweatshirt I wore to hide my skinny frame dissolved into my skin as it looked like I gained 25 pounds of muscles as my arms became swole and my chest became hard with 6 pack abs from years of working out

“No that’s not right, I never spent years working out, going to the gym, I read books all the time and prepared for tests, played dnd with my nerd friends”

“Nerd friends? I don’t have those, I might skip leg day and not be on any teams but they always considered me a honorary member right?”

Next most of my jeans dissolved into my legs as my calf’s gain muscles from practicing in the gym and on the court with my fellow team mates

“Nah bruh, something about this isn’t right bro” I said standing up suddenly realizing I can move again

“But uh bruh I can’t remember what” I said taking the cap off to scratch my head

Jake looked over and jumped up looking concerned and walked over grabbing the cap

“It’s fine bro, we was just getting ready to go to a party, but the bitch hosting it sent out a text saying not to come for another hour, there was an issue getting the alcohol, we all know how much you like to drink cuz haha”

“Oh ok” I said setting down on the couch… some small part of me was screaming not to wear the cap but it was kinda stupid cause let’s be honest, I look hot wearing this cap

I put the cap back on and closed my eyes for a few seconds

I hadn’t noticed how weird I looked since my jeans weren’t exactly gone but were now Jean shorts

Didn’t matter tho cause my jeans morphed into some white shorts with a red strip to match my cap, right after that my underwear morphed into some tight American eagle pair as I felt my dick grow from 2 inches soft, to 4 soft.

“I can’t wait to go the party ima fuck so many bitches tonight” I thought to myself giggling like a dummy

Wait that isn’t right? I don’t get any bitches on my dick, no one wants to be with a small dick nerd, a 4 inch hard on is pathetic.

“Man what was that thought? I’m not a nerd! I’m a fucking jock bruh! And 4 inches being pathetic? Maybe hard, but that’s me just soft, I’m atleast 6 inches hard. never really cared to measure, chicks always seemed to love it when I fucked them, and if they think I’m small, their just fucking loose pussy bitches!” I thought to myself as I started getting hard pitching a tent

I opened my eyes to see Jake smiling at me

“Wtf you looking at bro? You gay or someshit? I mean that’s fine but just don’t try no shit with me bro” I said mean mugging him

“Nah bro, looks like you got some business to take care of, I’ll uh, be in the bathroom for a bit cuz” Jake said getting up to go to the bathroom

A small voice in my head was telling me something’s wrong, take the cap off, who wears hats inside?

But I decided there was something more pressing, and it’s in my pants

I pulled my shorts down to see my dick straining against my underwear, I pulled them down to let my dick flap out

I grabbed it to feel emence pleasure

I could feel something inside of me traveling down to my balls but I didn’t care, the pleasures were to much, felt like I’ve never jerked off before…

It only took me a few minutes for me to cum my brains out, figuratively and literally unbeknownst to my new jock brain, losing what little remains of my nerd personality, and 55 iq points, taking me down from 145 to 90.

“Fuck bro that felt great haha, i don’t know why I came so fast, must just be a fluke or something” I said to myself

Just then jake walked back outside

“Ya that happens to everyone at first when they go though the process of becoming a jock” he said smirking

“What you mean becoming a jock? I’ve always been one dude” I said a bit offended he didn’t think I’m a jock, I’ve hung out with jake for years now!

“Bro, we’re are we right now?!” Jake said throwing his hands up and looking around dramatically

“Uh my room” i said

“Ya and look at it, it’s a room for a nerd” he said looking at me with a look of annoyance on his face.

“Oh god, your right, I gotta change this shit bro, babes aren’t gonna find this attractive” i said looking horrified of my nerdy room

“Dam straight cuz, it’s ok, you just went from a nerd to a jock boy after all haha, it’s to be expected, especially with memory loss of your old life” he said with a smile on his face

“Now let’s go to a late night party” he said walking towards me throwing a arm around my shoulder and walking us towards the door

“Wait, so you’re saying I use to be a nerd? Ew what the fuck bro… is there anyway that I’m gonna turn back into a faggy ass nerd?” I said concerned

“Nah bruh, once you cum after the transformation it’s permanent, your one of us now dude, I hope you like it haha” he said laughing

“Ya I don’t really remember being a nerd but I bet that shit sucked ass compared to being a jock that can pull bitches haha, and good, I wouldn’t ever wanna go back despite what that voice in my head was crying about” i said laughing

“Oh that voice? Don’t worry about it, just like your chance to go back to your old life, it disappeared when you cummed” he said laughing smacking me on the back

#Bodyswap #transformation #permanent

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 18 days

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AITA for wanting to stay in an important team position?

(For reference: 🎮🎮🤖)

(Sorry for the long post and any bad grammar!!)

So i (16F) am in a robotics team at my school, we take part in a pretty big national and global competition called FIRST.

recently my team got through to national stages, which is a MASSIVE deal, not exactly an everyday occurrence.

Our robot requires two drivers, one for the main body, and one for the arm. The whole time we’ve had the robot working, i have been the arm driver (apart from a couple lunchtime sessions where other people tried it out briefly) and took part in the actual qualifying rounds. I’m also the CAD designer so i designed the claw part and know what i have to do to make it move in the correct fashion and not damage it. My friend Pen (not any real names ofc) is the main body driver and has spent so much time working on the robot no one is disputing her driving.

The problem comes in with two people - Plane and Bolt. I’ve never particularly gotten on with Plane, while ive been kind of neutral with Bolt. There’s no active hostile feelings with us at the moment, but they have been pretty aggressive to people in the past, gatekeeping roles and new people joining - they had a huge fight on the team group chat over it with my friend Keyboard. They also tried to stop Pen (who was originally doing software) and another person in our team (ill call her Remote) from being engineers, but im the end Plane and Bolt did none of the hard work, doing very easy things while Remote and Pen were left doing all the manual work on the body, while i attached the arm.

Both Plane and Bolt decided in the week before the qualifying event that they wanted to drive the arm, and that we should rotate at the event. Thankfully the supervising teacher got involved and told them no, i had put in the time, he guessed maybe they could try do some more practise before the national event. Me and Pen were drivers in that and are now in the top 19% of global drivers, which i am insanely happy about. Despite being ill the day of the event, Plane was the human player, which means you still get to be around the field while not directly touching the controllers or the robot, but can help.

The first session after the event, Plane comes up to me saying how badly she wanted to be the driver and she was going to put in the practise. I told her that I didn’t want to be mean, please don’t take this the wrong way, but it depends on what our teacher says, and really, it’s a matter of skill. Me and Pen have had the time practising together, it’s not a personal attack on you. The next event is only 8 weeks away (a lot of that is holiday) so im really sorry, but it’s not up to me. You’ll have to take it up with the teacher.

She was obviously not happy with this and walked out of the room without saying anything else. I’m panicking that I was too rude but she’s been far more aggressive to me before and I haven’t got super pissed at her for it?

The rest of the team apart from Plane and Bolt agree with me, and I really want to stay driver because honestly I enjoy it. It’s something im good enough at as well, and I don’t super enjoy just sitting in the audience feeling useless.

Tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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mephinomaly · 6 months

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[TL] BIOHAZARD/Prologue

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Season: Winter

Time: Early March in the first year of ES’s establishment

Location: In a underground livehouse, one of UNDEAD’s haunts

Keito: (What is that?)

(What the hell is happening…?)

Rei: 『♪~♪~♪』

Kaoru: 『♪♪♪♪♪』

Koga: 『H！E！L！L！』

Adonis: 『S！I！N！G！』

Koga + Adonis: 『We are 『HELLSING』 ...☆』

Keito: I have no idea what’s going on—

HELLSING…? No matter how I look at it, that’s UNDEAD!

Rei: 『♪~♪~♪』

Kaoru: 『♪♪♪♪♪』

Keito: Oi! Listen up!

I know this isn’t a great time but I need to ask you guys something!

Adonis: —Hey. Oogami, Oogami, Hasumi-senpai is in the stage wings making a racket.

I am not sure how our senpais will react to this, so I think we should deal with him before something bad happens.

Koga: Nah, if somethin’ was gonna happen, it woulda happened by now.

Actually, I don’t want this important live t’be interrupted. Guess we’ll have t’see what he wants.

Oi, shitty glasses— Whaddya want?

Can’t you see we’re in the middle of rehearsal?

Keito: Let me make this clear first of all - I have no intention of interrupting your activities. I’m no longer the vice-president of the Student Council so I have no reason to be supervising the activities of problem children like you.

Koga: God, you fuckin’ know how t’waffle on and on. So why are you here if it’s got nothin’ t’do with us? Random person who looks good in glasses, whaddya want, hmmmm?

Keito: Well I don’t see how that’s relevant. We once donned the same costumes and participated in the same activities, and now we share an agency.

And that is precisely why I, as a representative of RhythmLink, have gone out of my way to come ask you this.

Your recent “peculiar activity” has become troublesome for the agency.

Therefore, I’d like to know what’s happening, UNDEAD.

Firstly-, what is “HELLSING”?

Koga: ...

Keito: Why are you keeping quiet, Oogami?

Can’t you explain it to me? After all, as you quite rightly said, you and I are in different units and are complete strangers who–

Adonis: Please wait a moment, Hasumi-senpai. I don’t think Oogami will be able to explain this very well.

Truthfully, we don’t really know what’s going on ourselves—

Koga: Shut it, Adonis. Yer actin’ like a parent who’s watchin’ their kid run their first errand. Stop addin’ unnecessary shit to the conversation.

Adonis: But, Hasumi-senpai will probably be able to offer useful advice—

Koga: Shut up! He fuckin’ said it himself, he ain’t got nothin’ to do with us anymore!

Now you’re actin’ like your our parents and tryna stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong! Stupid shitty glasses.

Keito: That was never my intention… I’m really– no, I mean, I’m worried about you.

I always end up imposing Oogami with heavy burdens that are my own responsibility.

Koga: Oi, don’t apologise! They told me to take it on, and you told me it was a lot anyway!

…Seriously man, don’t worry ‘bout it. HELLSING is just a different name we, UNDEAD, use on stage.

Recently, the hardcore rock image we use on stage versus the stupid silly image we use on like, variety shows is creatin’ a divert… divertent?

Adonis: A divergence?

Koga: Yeah, that! It’s creating a divergence in terms of how we present ourselves, so we thought that we could just use different names whether we’re on stage or doin’ our regular activities!

It’s like those mangas you fuckin’ love so much. They use different names dependin’ on what they’re doin’.

Keito: Umu… I suppose that’s true, as there are mangaka that operate under different pseudonyms based on if they are working on commercial materials or R-18 material.

Though generally, fans can tell from their art style that it is the same person.

Adonis: I don’t know much about manga but. Think of it as a parent company setting up subsidiaries, where each brand markets different things dependent on what activities they engage in.

Our, so to speak, immoral, radical activities will be handled by HELLSING, and our more friendly and palatable activities handled by UNDEAD.

Only what we do and the name has changed, the members remain the same. Me, Oogami, Sakuma-senpai, and Hakaze-senpai.

Keito: So what’s the point in doing all this…?

Koga: Shut uppp, there’s a ton of reasons. I get you’re a producer ‘n all but why’s it any of your business?

Keito: ...

Koga: …It’s whatever, alright?

This is what I wanted. To be honest, the fans are a little confused but everyone else is pretty happy with it.

I feel like I can actually breathe now I’m not bein’ forced t’do stupid varieties shows ‘n shit like that.

So that means it’s a good thing— all of it is.

I said it’s fine so everyone who says otherwise should shaddup!

『♪~♪~♪』

[ ☆ ]

Chapter 1

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #UNDEAD #rei sakuma #kaoru hakaze #adonis otogari #koga oogami #keito hasumi #flackback #wooo undead climax woooo

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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A plot

A/N: Do I have issues? Yes. Is one of those issues being shadowbanned? NOT ANYMORE, BABYYYY! I’m going to celebrate with some solid Bucky-stuff. Enjoy! Prompt: “Well, that was plan A and B. Now what?” “Have I told you about plan Z, yet?”

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit, and it would really help me out with my bills this month.

Remember, feedback feeds the soul (mine, in particular), and my requests and askbox are always open – there’s no limits because I am me and I have none.

MASTERLIST

SEBASTIAN STAN MASTERLIST

PROMPT-LIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairing: College!AU Bucky Barnes x female reader

Contains: language, Steve, Sam and Bucky being absolute NERDS, fluff, smut (MDNI), fingering, praise-kink, p in v, oral (f receiving), cream-pie, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Bucky being a vocal fucker, overstimulation, biting, mentions of drinking, Bucky being HOT

W.C.: 6.279 (whoops)

A plot

“Okay, but I’m just saying, hypothetically, would you murder someone for me?” You asked Steve with feigned seriousness. “What the hell kind of question is that?” “A very important one to our friendship, Steve.” “Okay, yes, I guess I would.” “Okay, again, hypothetically, could that someone be James?” He frowned and put his controller down. “Dude…” “I’m just saying, I gotta know where on the friendship-scale I am!” You held your hands up in defeat. “Actually, that’s a good question, that I would also like the answer to.” Bucky interjected, looking up from his phone. “I need to know if I have to sleep with one eye open.” Steve rolled his eyes. “You two are damn idiots.” “You love us.” You said with a grin. “Jamie, are you ever going to get off tinder?” “Nah, I haven’t reached the final boss.” “Pfht. Nerd.” “He’s not a nerd, he’s a whore.” Sam retorted without looking up from his book.

How you ended up in the same room as certified nerd, Steve Rogers, actual BirdwatcherTM Sam Wilson and notorious playboy James “Bucky” Barnes was beyond you. You knew Sam from years back, and when he introduced them to you, you were sure you’d just straight up hate each other. But no. They had accepted you so quickly, most people found it weird – not many people were granted the VIP access to the Sam/Bucky/Steve-experience, and you had heard several chatters around campus that you were sleeping your way through them. You scoffed at that. You knew you were fully in when you beat Steve massively in Call of Duty, although he vehemently denies it. Sam won’t let him live it down.

If you even thought about sleeping with Steve, bile rose in your throat. It would be just as weird as doing the devil’s tango with Sam – Bucky, though, was an entirely different story. Not that it mattered, because he was not interested in you, and you weren’t really one who had a lot of friends, so you refused to let your minor crush get in the way. Even though Bucky often reminded you of a shaggy rescue-dog from the pound. It might hurt just a little that he was on Tinder and doing his best to date literally anyone but you, but you tried not to let it get to you too much.

“Oh, shit. Can you guys go to the kitchen and grab me some of those cookies?” Steve asked through gritted teeth, tilting his controller and his eyes narrowed at the screen. You glanced at Bucky, who just shrugged. “Why would we need to be two to get you cookies?” Steve glanced at Sam, who was staring at Steve with an unreadable expression. “Oh, uh… Because I also would like a Gatorade.” Sam said. “You could just get off your lazy ass and get one.” You replied but stood anyway and gestured for Bucky to stay in the bed. “I got it, it’s fine.” “You sure? I’ll be more than happy to carry something, doll.” You smiled at him and winked. “I’m a big girl, I have two hands. I got it.” You missed the boys exchange a look – Bucky wasn’t aware either, because his eyes were trained on your ass when you left the room. You did however hear Steve grumble something suspiciously like idiots in love when you left the room, and something like a hard-back book hitting a face, followed by a disgruntled fuck you, punk. Life with the boys.

Two days later, you were sitting under a tree in the campus-garden, your head on Bucky’s legs and his fingers carding through your hair with his flesh hand, while his metal one kept a tight hold on the book, he was reading. You never asked about it, and he didn’t tell you – not that it mattered much to you, because Bucky was Bucky, and the metallic sheen that always followed him was a part of that. The sun was warming your body and when you looked at Bucky, you saw light freckles spread over his nose. It was cute. “Steve asked me something weird the other day.” He mumbled. You looked up at him. “You too?” Bucky frowned. “Wait, he was weird with you too?” You nodded and his fingers stilled in your hair. “Yup. I’m serious. I don’t know why he’s so invested in my love-life.” You replied. “God, right!? He’s been all up in my business lately, Buck, did you delete tinder? Bucky, have you considered that maybe what you’re looking for is right in front of you?” He imitated Steve’s voice. “He’s acting like I’m dying in a week.” “How weird. He asked me if I had ever considered dating someone from our friend group.” You felt the heat on your cheeks. “And I told him we’re like four people, Steve, and I’m one of them.” You both sat quietly for a moment. “Do you think Steve is trying to set me up with one of you?” You mused. Bucky shrugged. “I don’t know, honestly. Steve’s weird. That’s why he’s an art major.” You laughed and closed your eyes, when Bucky’s fingers began moving through your hair again. “He is weird, isn’t he?” “Just like you.” You scoffed. “I’m not weird.” He chuckled. “Liar. We literally had an hour-long conversation about if I would still love you if you were a sour gummy worm.” You nodded. “It was very important to know!” You laughed. “And if I recall, you were the one who told me I’d look great as a blue and pink gummy worm, and that you didn’t like sour gummy worms, so you were sure you wouldn’t eat me, but just keep me in your pocket at all times.” “And I stand by that.” He grinned at you. “Steve even agreed that you’d be a cute gummy worm.” “Steve is wise like that.” “Also, he’s very in love with Sam.” Bucky stated. “Oh, I’ve never seen anything like it.” You laughed. “He’s simping so hard, it actually hurts to look at.” “They’ll figure it out in their own time. Sometimes it takes a while to see that friendship isn’t all you want, you know?” You did. “Yeah.” It was quiet for a moment, before Bucky’s phone rang. “Yo, Steve, what’s up?” You could hear the muffled sound of Steve talking, and Bucky frowned and looked down at you. “Wait, seriously?” You frowned too and sat up. “No, I mean, sure, she can… I just… They literally just did that, right? Isn’t it weird that’s it’s already…” He sighed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll let her know.” He hung up and looked at you. “It looks like you have to stay at our place for a while.” “Wait, what?” you pouted. “It smells like ass in your place, no offense.” “Offense very much taken, I try to keep a clean house, I’ll have you know.” He sighed and tightened his bun, blowing a few strands of long hair out of his face. “Anyway, your roommate talked to Steve, for some reason, and your place is getting fumigated.” “Again?” You groaned. “I can��t deal. Literally. Bugs. Again?” He shrugged. “Steve said you’re welcome to stay at our place.” “Thanks. I’ll just call him, hang on.” You pulled your own phone out and saw a few messages from your roommate, telling you to stay very far away from the dorm, because it was nasty as hell and smelled like death. Great. You called Steve. “Hi, Y/N.” “Hey, uh… Thanks for letting me stay while my place gets fixed up.” “Yeah, no issue. I mean, we don’t have a spare room, so you probably have to bunk with Bucky.” You frowned and felt heat rise on your cheeks and neck. “Uh… You have a couch, Steve. I’m not stealing Bucky’s bed.” “Oh. I just thought that maybe…” He trailed off and you heard whispers in the background. “Yeah, cool. Uhm, I think you still have a few t-shirts here from last time, so… You guys just head on back when you’re ready.” You smiled. “Sure. Thanks, Steve. I’ll cook tonight as a thank you.” You hung up and immediately clutched your phone to your chest, when Bucky shouted happily. “YES!” You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What? I can’t eat Sam’s shitty Mac’N’Cheese again.” You laughed.

At the boys’ place, Steve and Sam was leaning over the rackety table in the kitchen, heads close together. “Are you even sure, that they’re into each other?” Sam asked carefully. “Yes! I’ve heard both Bucky and Y/N be like oh, but we’re just friends so nothing can happen. I’m telling you, they’re idiots in love.” Sam sighed. “Well, that was plan A and B. Now what?” Steve grinned wickedly. “Have I told you about plan Z yet?”

You happily cleaned the dishes from dinner, humming a song under your breath, while the boys were discussing softly in the background (“No, I’m not saying that Garfield two should have won an Oscar, I’m just saying…”) and you glanced back at them, catching Bucky’s eyes. He smiled softly and looked away; his cheeks tinted pink. “Okay, boys, while I love your discourse on movies that deserve an Oscar, but was rudely stripped, like Barbie and the Nutcracker, I need the couch. I’m dead-tired.” Sam nodded and stood, while Steve gasped. “BARBIE AND THE NUTCRACKER!? Take that back, we all know it should’ve been Barbie of Swan Lake, you heathen!” Bucky shook his head at Steve. “Come on, if we’re talking Barbie movies, you all know that Barbie as the princess and the pauper is superior. I will die on this hill.” You all groaned. “I’m not entertaining this discussion. Y/N, can I borrow you for a little bit before we go to bed? I just need your help.” Sam said, shooting Steve a very pointed glance. “Uh, sure…?” You followed Sam to Bucky’s room, where you shifted your weight a little from foot to foot, a little weird about being in here without Bucky. “Sam, what are we…?” “Oh, don’t worry, he just keeps the extra blankets and shit in here. It’s under the bed, can you get it? I’ll find the extra sheets, those are in Steve’s room.” You nodded, albeit a little confused. “Dude, your division of stuff is strange.” “It’s not my fault, I said we should’ve used the closet in the hallway, but those two assholes insisted on keeping their old roleplay-stuff in there. I have way too many hobbit-capes and swords in my closet for my liking.” He grinned. “Be right back.”

You got to your knees and started looking for the extra blankets but couldn’t find any. “Not that I’m complaining about the view, but uh, Whatcha doing in here, doll?” You yelped and jumped a little, knocking your head against the bedframe. “Shit, ouch!” You rubbed the spot, and Bucky hurried to your side. “Fuck, sorry, baby, I thought you heard me come in!” He gently helped you to your feet. “It’s fine, I… Sam said the extra blankets were in here.” Bucky frowned, his hands still on your arms. It made you feel warm. “Uh, no? The blankets are in the box in the living room, what the…” You both turned to the door, where Sam and Steve stood with wide grins on their faces. “Sorry, kiddos, but you two need to talk!” Steve said, laughing a little, before they shut the door and a suspicious scraping sounded from the other side. Bucky rushed to the door, but it was jammed from the outside and you both groaned. “Guys, seriously?” “We’re watching a movie downstairs, and we can’t hear anything! Call us if you need the bathroom or something like that!” Sam’s voice was muffled by the door. “You’re assholes!” You yelled back at them but didn’t get a reply. Bucky sighed and sat down on his bed, patting the spot between his legs. You obliged easily, sliding onto the bed and between his legs, leaning your back against his chest. “Do you know what they meant?” You asked after a few moments. “No, but I rarely understand what the hell Steve and Sam are scheming about. Do you remember last year, where they tried to be all sneaky and weird, and we didn’t understand that they were trying to make sure we both were here for the birthday party?” You laughed. “Yeah, they are pretty shit at doing whatever they’re trying to do.” Bucky wrapped his arms around you. “What do you think they meant by need to talk? We talk all the time.” You asked, but your phone buzzed before Bucky had a chance to answer. “Oh, it’s from Steve.” You read it out loud.

Golden retriever: topics for conversation: gaming. Y/N gaming in buckys red henley. buckys lack of tinder. Why there’s a lack of Tinder. If you are in love. Who you are in love with. Kinks. You sighed as another message ticked in, this time from Sam. Bird-lover: PS: We’ll turn the tv up a LOT so don’t worry we won’t hear anything. Promise. Bucky huffed. “They’ve got some nerve.” You flipped through an appropriate meme to respond with. Female God:

Bird-lover: Love you too Y/N. One day, youll thank me.

You sighed and threw your phone at the end of the bed, before sitting up and turning to face Bucky with a feigned serious expression. “Jamie. This is very important.” He cleared his throat and his face fell into the same, feigned seriousness as yours had. “Yes, Y/N?” “What are your kinks? And if it has anything to do with bodily fluids, I’ll jump out of the window.” He laughed. “Uh, I mean, I like…” He blushed. “No, fuck you, I can’t. I need beer for that conversation, Y/N.” He jumped off the bed and quickly grabbed two beers from the mini fridge, twisting the caps off; you swallowed thickly at the sight of his arm tensing. He handed you one and sat back down. “I think we should start with something easier.” He said quickly. “Oh?” “Yeah.” You took a sip. “Like… We could talk about you in my red Henley.” “I wore it once, there isn’t much to talk about, Jamie.” “Once was more than enough. It’s yours, now. You need to stop calling me that, by the way.” He said with a smirk. “Why?” You asked, slightly confused. You’d always called him Jamie. He shrugged. “It makes me feel all… gahj.” “Gahj?” “Yup.” You laughed. “Dully noted.” He took a sip from his beer, before his blue eyes found yours. “I’m not going to stop, though, I’ll just be more aware of your face, Jamie.” And sure enough, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he flushed. “You’re an ass.” “You love me.” “Yes, you are my little gummy worm.” You both laughed at that, and conversation flowed easily from there.

When you had emptied the fridge for beers, and even dipped into some weirdly thick vanilla-liquor Bucky had standing in a shelf, the conversation turned. You were feeling warm and tingly, when you laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Seriously, you never answered my question.” He laid down next to you. “Which one? I refuse to answer the question of whether Steve is a top or a bottom, I’m not scarring myself with those mental images.” You chuckled. “No, about your kinks. You blushed, and now I’m curious. And a little drunk.” He chuckled. “Man, that’s… You really want that conversation?” You nodded and turned on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him. “Seriously! I want to know what makes you tick. Or tack. I don’t know what way you swing.” “I swing the personality-way.” You frowned. “Wait, are you pan?” You asked with a surprised smile. “Yup. I mean, my sexuality is like a faulty revolving door. I go all the ways.” You roared with laughter. “Jesus, alright, good for you.” He grinned. “I thought you knew, actually.” “No, but I’m not surprised.” You answered with a shrug. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “What? Really? Most people see me as straight as an arrow.” You laughed at that – Bucky was many things, but straight wasn’t one of them. “There’s no way in hell I’d ever call you straight. Dude, you know the entire soundtrack of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I would be surprised if you were straight.” “Okay, everybody should know the entire soundtrack of that one!” He said with a huff, but then a soft smile fell on his lips. “Seriously, you’re not like… Weirded out by it?” “James. No, why would I be? Sexuality isn’t a one size fits all.” You smiled at him. “I like you for you.” You smiled at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “I also know you’re trying to deter the conversation, and I’m not having it.” He groaned and turned himself, so you were face to face. “Okay, fine. But it’s something for something, just as an FYI. If I have to tell, you do to.” You nodded. “Fair enough. You tell me one, I’ll tell you one.” “Cool. Do I have to start, though?” You rolled your eyes. “No, I can start, you wimp.” You drew a deep breath. “Okay, I like… praise.” He frowned. “Like… Good girl?” You bit your lip and tried your best to ignore the little, horny goblin somewhere in the back of your brain, that began dancing the macarena as soon as Bucky said those two words. “Yup. Among others.” “Like what?” You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nope, that’s not fair. You need to tell me something now.” He sighed. “Fine. Okay, judgement-free zone, right?” You nodded. “So… I, uh… I like breath-play.” Your clit throbbed. Shit. This might’ve been a bad idea. “Like… Receiving or giving?” He gave you a devilish smirk. “Oh, giving, 100 precent.” “Oh.” “Your turn.” “No judgment?” He shook his head. “I like the whole… Like, primal thing? You know, biting, marking?” He smirked. And that’s how the conversation went, until you were nearing dangerous territory – you were wet just from talking about it with Bucky, and you had somehow drifted closer to each other, and the kinks had shifted to general (Bucky was apparently a pleasure-dom, which both didn’t surprise and surprise you) to something that was very specific. Like Bucky had a kink for your hair color. “Okay, I like long hair on men. I don’t know if it’s a kink, really, but it really gets me going, you know?” You whispered and couldn’t hold back your hand, when it went to tug on his bun. He groaned a little and it shot heat straight to your core. “Uhm… I, uh… I have a very specific kink.” He whispered. “Mhm?” He drew a deep breath. “You.” You stopped breathing. What? “I’m sorry?” “Yeah. I have a Y/N-kink. Why do you think I haven’t been on Tinder?” “I thought… I don’t know.” “Is it okay? That I have a Y/N-kink?” he asked softly, his hand slowly sliding up to cup your face. “If it’s okay that I have a Bucky-kink.” You answered just as softly.

His lips touched yours hesitantly, slowly, and almost as if he was scared; you sighed into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of his lips on yours, and he smiled into the kiss, pressing his lips a little harder against yours. You lost control. You mewled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss – Bucky understood you better than you had imagined, and his tongue slid over your lip while he shifted to be on top of you, your legs wrapping around his hips. You kissed as if it was what you needed to breathe. His lips were soft, but slightly chapped, and he kissed you like his life depended on it; it was eager and curious, and you could practically feel the restrain in him. You pulled away for a brief second to find his eyes, your fingers twirling strands of his hair. “I’m not going to break, James.” He growled and kissed you ferociously, teeth dragging against your lips. “Say it again. My name.” “James.” You whined breathlessly, as his hand traveled between the two of you, unbuttoning your pants. “Mhmm… Again.” He whispered and you moaned his name again, arching your back, as his fingers slid against your soaked panties. “Shit, baby, all that just for me, huh?” you preened and moaned something akin to yes fucking yes, it is. He chuckled darkly, moving your panties a little to the side, but stopping before he actually touched you. “Shit, hold on, can you just… Get these off, please.” He mumbled, placing wet kisses on your neck. “Yeah, get off, then. And get naked yourself.” You mumbled back. You had never seen anyone move as fast as he did, and he was standing at the same time as he took his shirt off. You were breathless at the sight of his chiseled body, and you saw the blush on his face. “I, uh… Just… the scars are really bad, you know? Just don’t…” He said, his sleeve still resting against his shoulder of his metal arm. “James. It’s you, there’s nothing bad about you.” You said breathlessly, inching your pants down. His eyes darkened when he saw your soaked panties, and apparently thought screw it, because his shirt flew off, revealing his scars and the full arm. You could understand why he thought they were bad, but mostly, you found them intriguing. Angry, red and pink lines ran all the way around his shoulder, where the metal met the skin, and it reminded you of lightning; it was rough, but there was a beauty in it. You sat up and removed your shirt, leaving you in only your panties. “Come over here.” He obeyed quickly, crawling over you again, pressing his lips to your exposed skin. “Fucking hell, doll, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled against your heated skin, letting his fingers find their way back to your soaked core. This time, he didn’t let the panties get in his way, and simply slid under them, a finger rubbing small circles on your clit. “F-fuck, James…” You moaned, your toes curling. “So good for me, doll… Can you take my fingers?” You nodded furiously, desperate to feel him. He chuckled and kissed and licked the side of your neck, drawing small moans and whimpers from you. “Good girl…” He sucked in a sharp breath as he let two fingers enter you. “Fuck, you feel good around my fingers, baby…” You were practically delirious at this point. He curled his fingers up and began moving, drawing deep sighs and moans from your lips. It felt incredible; his metal hand cool on your exposed skin, while his flesh fingers moved languidly in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me already, doll… You want to cum for me?” He whispered, his lips grazing your collarbone. “Buck…” You moaned his name and rolled your hips to meet his fingers. He chuckled and with his metal hand, he held your face, moving you to face him. “Eyes on me, doll.” Your eyes snapped open, and your pussy fluttered around his fingers. He smirked and began kissing down your breasts and stomach, leaving wet trails on your skin. “You’re going to watch, doll.” You nodded and when his face settled between your legs, he winked at you once, before his mouth descended on you, his tongue flattening against your clit, while his fingers picked up pace. You gasped loudly and your toes curled. Bucky ate you out like a man starved; the sounds were fucking sinful, and the fact that his eyes were on you all the time made you want to die. It was too much, too good, and when his fingers hit the right spot in you, you screamed his name and your hand flew to his hair, holding his head in place as you grinded up against his face. “Good girl… Holy shit, you want to cum, doll? Want to cum for me?” He whispered in between his licks. “Yes, Bucky… Pl-please, please, I want to…” You mumbled, heat licking your veins. It felt like thunder was rumbling through your entire body, your legs shaking and your head a muddled mess from his tongue and fingers, and when he sped up, you lost it completely. You came with a whimper, wetness gushing out from you as he lapped up everything you gave him – you arched up, as pleasure coursed through you, fire licking your insides as you came, and Bucky didn’t let up, until you had to physically pull him away from you. He grinned mischievously and wiped his face, before he climbed on top of you and kissed you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue, and it made you wetter than before – you were rolling your hips up to meet him, and he growled, when your inner thigh came into contact with his hard cock. “Baby…” He kissed you again. “Baby, stop, hang on…” You were delirious. “What, James?” You asked breathlessly and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again. “Condom.” He mumbled against your lips. “I don’t…” He groaned when you tugged on his lip with your teeth. “It’s fine. I’m protected.” You whispered, peppering kisses around his mouth. “I, uh… oh, don’t…” You rolled your hips against him. “Are you sure?” He pulled back slightly and looked you in the eyes. “Yeah, I just want you.” He growled. “Okay, just… Fuck…” He kissed you deeply, his metal hand cupping your face as he lined himself up. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Y/N…” He mumbled and slid inside you. Both of you moaned. “Shit, you feel so fucking good around me…” He grunted as he bottomed out, and his name was like a chant on your lips. He stilled, when he was fully seated in you and exhaled a shaky breath, letting you adjust to him. He was big. He twitched in you, and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling – his head was nudging your cervix and the stretch was unimaginable. You had never in your life felt so damn full, and you were well aware that he would ruin you for any other person. “Please, move.” You whispered, rolling your hips experimentally when the slight burn had stopped. He kissed you deeply, his tongue swiping over yours as he pulled out and slammed back in. “Oh, my God…” You moaned and let yourself be taken completely by him. He rutted into you, burying his thick cock in you over and over, dragging against your walls, and you were shaking at the feeling of him. “Baby, you’re taking me so fucking well… Fuck, it feels so good…” He mumbled, speeding up slightly. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you, baby?” He sped up again, and you felt yourself pulse around him. “Are you going to cum for me again, baby? Want to make a mess out of me, huh?” His Brooklyn accent became thicker, and you nearly lost your damn head at it. “Cum for me, doll, atta girl…” You yelled his name and your nails dug into his shoulders as you came around him, your pussy holding him in a vice-grip. He grunted as you gushed over him, chuckling happily. “Oh, such a fucking good girl, look at you…” He moaned as you clenched around him again. “Fuck, turn around.” He pulled out of you slowly, helping you turn to your stomach – you began propping yourself up on unsteady hands and knees, but he kissed your shoulder and pressed you down on your stomach. “No, baby, just lay here…” Oh. He slid inside of you again and you mewled when he bottomed out; the new position was deeper and harder than before, and you felt him twitch inside of you again. “You should see how you’re just swallowin’ me up, baby girl…” He moaned your name. “Can I be rougher with you, doll?” You nodded and moaned. He kissed your shoulder and began fucking you again, driving his cock deeply inside of you. “Good, ‘cause I want to fucking mark you…” You whimpered and clenched around him at that. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Bein’ marked up by me, letting everyone see who you belong to, huh?” “Y-yes, Buck…” “Say my name.” He whispered, his teeth grazing your shoulder. “James!” You shrieked when he angled his hips and drove himself as deeply as he could, picking up the pace. “That’s my girl.” You could feel his smile on your skin, before his lips found your neck and bit down, while he fucked you furiously, clearly aiming to fucking kill you. You screamed and clamped down on him, your third orgasm rolling over you as a tidal wave, your entire body tensing as you came; it was too much, and you felt the wetness pool under you. “Oh, there she is… Shit, doll, fuck…” you barely heard his words at this point, bliss running rampant through your body. He gasped and moaned, placing both hands on your lower back and propped himself up, holding you with bruising force as he fucked you roughly, skin slapping against skin in a symphony with your collective moans. “Come on, baby, you have one more in you…” “I c-can’t, please…” “You can, baby, I got you…” He slowly slid to the side, bringing you with him, and spooned you, still rutting into you – his hand slid between your legs and found your throbbing clit. You gasped and your entire body twitched, while he chuckled and sped up, his rhythm faltering slightly. “There you go, baby…” He mumbled, leaving love-bites on your skin. You were overheating at this point, your entire body shaking. “Fuck, I’m gonna… Oh, fuck!” A broken scream ripped through your throat as you came hard, soaking his cock and the sheets underneath you. He roared and came a second after you, his hands holding you tightly to his body. You almost came again from the feeling of his hot cum filling you. “You’re awfully squirmy for someone, who just came, doll…” He whispered in your ear, his lips kissing the shell of your ear. Your eyes flew open, when he began rubbing small circles on your clit, still fucking into you lazily. “No, I can’t, Jamie…” You moaned, and somewhere deep inside your brain, you knew he wasn’t going to stop unless you came again. And maybe a time again after that. “You’re going to cum for me, baby? Want me to be in you, keeping all my cum in you while you cum?” He mumbled, rubbing your clit faster. You mewled and your pussy fluttered around his still-hard cock, so close it hurt. “There you go, baby…” He bit down on the juncture between your shoulder and neck at the same time as he pressed against your clit and snapped his hips into you.

You came hard, clamping down on him and let the pleasure run over your body let rays of sun warming your skin. It was incredible.

What felt like hours later, he pulled out of you, kissing your skin as much as he could, before he went to his closet and found a small towel to clean you with. You laid back and let him, watching him through hooded eyes. His hair had come out of the bun and framed his beautiful face, a small smile lingering on his lips. He threw the towel to the ground, and climbed back into bed with you, letting you settle with your head on his chest, his arms clutching you tightly. “So…” You said in a hoarse voice. “That was…” “Yeah.” He kissed you softly on your forehead. “I, uh… You might have a few bruises here and there.” He chuckled. “Oh, you think I mind?” You laughed. “I don’t mind at all. Unless you mind…?” You asked slowly, biting your lip. “What? No, not at all!” He lifted your head with two fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “Seriously, I meant it when I said I’ve been waiting for a while to do this.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Steve and Sam have been bugging me about it for months, but I never really worked up the nerve to say anything.” You grinned. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I’ve been the same way. Steve has been a right dick trying to get me to talk to you about it.” You frowned. “Oh my god… They’ve been trying to set us up.” Bucky gasped. “Holy shit, that’s why he wanted us both to go to the kitchen the other day!” “And I’m sure that if I texted my roommate to tell her I was coming over to get clothes, she’d refuse me entrance. I think they’ve been conspiring for a while.” You laughed. “God, we’re actual idiots.” “Yeah. Hey, so… You know how Steve gave us conversation topics?” You nodded. “Well… Uhm, to take one of them… I am in love.” He whispered. “Oh, really?” You grinned, drawing lazy circles on his chest with your finger. “Mhm. Actually have been for a while. Remember the other day, where you asked if I was on Tinder?” You nodded. “I wasn’t. I haven’t dated for… Maybe six months, now? I don’t know. I, uh… Well, you came along and somewhere along the line, I kind of fell in love with you.” “Kind of?” You asked with a smirk. He rolled his eyes. “I fell in love with you, you pedantic whore.” He laughed. “I think it happened when you tried to help Steve move that awful couch into the living room. You scrunched your nose up. “Yeah, that pink travesty was really something.” He nodded. “I just remember looking at you and you looked at me with this like… Almost secretive smile, as if I knew exactly what you were thinking, even though I’ve never been able to keep up with you, really.” He kissed your forehead again. “And something just clicked for me. I can’t really say what. It just did. Maybe I always had a thing for you, but it was just in that moment, it really… Solidified.” “I know when I fell in love with you. I mean, I didn’t fall as much as willing walked right into it, but I remember when.” “You’re in love with me?” He asked with a boyish grin on his lips. “Yes, you idiot.” You stretched and kissed him softly. “I was a complete sucker for you from the beginning. I just… Fell in love in the same moment, as you lend me your hoodie, the one no one wears, at the bonfire. You just shrugged and put some of my hair behind my ear after I put it on and told me it never looked better.” “Oh, yeah, I remember that night. Honestly, I haven’t worn it since. It’s yours now.” You smiled. “Good.” “You’re mine too, you know, right?” He asked. You laughed. “I know.” A moment of silence fell between you and you couldn’t help yourself from letting your hand travel down to his cock. It seemed unfair that he had a chance to taste you, feel you, but you didn’t have a chance to do the same to him. He hissed when you made contact with it and wrapped your hand around it, slowly stroking it. “Fuck…” he moaned. “As much as I like feeling myself get hard in your hand, we should, oh…” You grinned at him. “Fuck, you’re good with your hands…” He placed a hand over yours and forced you to stop moving. “Baby, we should get some water. And food. Definitely food.” You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only if food entails Chinese, or I’m breaking up with you.” He laughed. “We haven’t even said that we’re dating yet, and you’re already trying to break up with me?” You both got out of the bed and began getting dressed. “Well… Are we?” You asked. He walked to you, wrapping his arms around you and leaned his forehead against yours. “Baby, do you want to be my girl?” You kissed him deeply, your heart fluttering at the feeling of his lips against yours. You could do this forever, if you got the chance.

“If you get me Chinese.” He roared with laughter. “Deal. I’ll just… We need the boys to open the door.” You pulled your phone from the bed, and typed a message in the group-chat. ASSHOLE PATROL

The female god: You can open the door, we talked Metal detector: Actually, we talked with our bodies Bird-lover: gross Golden retriever: ew but ill unlock the door but only because Y/N asked Bird-lover: literally cant be assed with bucko The female god: fair and valid point I am the best and we all know it Metal detector: you guys are assholes and im hungry

The door opened a few seconds later to a smiling Steve, who cocked an eyebrow. “It smells like love and vanilla liquor in here.” “You smell like not telling your crush you’re in love with him.” Bucky deadpanned, grabbing your hand and led you to the kitchen, handing you a flyer from the Chinese place closest to their house. Steve came down the stairs with wide eyes, and you grinned deviously at him. “Steve, either you tell him…” You exchanged a look with Bucky, who grinned widely. “Or payback is a bitch.” He finished.

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shinneth · 8 months

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I really shouldn't be so afraid to post this, but this one post has bothered me enough to the point where I just had to rant about it. I won't be surprised if this post results in a lot of followers dumping my ass. There's another controversial rant post I'm gonna make soon, so I guess this is a good enough warm-up.

It does take a lot of mental gymnastics to make "Rules for thee, not for me" sound justifiable.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

Also, I don't think that equity is working out very well right now with the race-bent Snow White.

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Side-note: Snow White's fucking name comes from the in-story explanation: "skin as white as snow". But that's not something we should respect right!

Just imagine the number of hopeful girls who would've been honored to have been chosen for the role of Disney's first-ever princess and would have shown so much more respect for the role and the story than this. I'd hope the social brownie points were worth it, but most people are actually seeing this lady for what she truly is.

Hell, the bigger problem nowadays is how most Disney Princesses are being given the same feminist story beats, being strong independent women who don't need no man and are also total girl bosses. Sure, just gut out the story in the name of "progression". And slowly make the Disney Princesses a "progressive" hive mind.

Also, there's the whole Nani controversy that really shows how skewed the priorities are of everyone who advocates for blackwashing established white characters.

Nani being dark-skinned isn't crucial to the story, though. Her actress is still a native Hawaiian, which is objectively the more important representative aspect of casting in a movie set in Hawaii with Hawaiian culture being heavily featured.

Look, personally I'd advocate for casting people who actually look like the characters they're portraying if these live-action remakes must be a thing.

But clearly the Hollywood execs don't agree. So this casting doesn't bother me. If anything, I find it hilarious - especially after seeing everyone throw a hissy fit over this. It showcases their hypocrisy, as these are the same people who were all "CHANGING ARIEL'S SKIN COLOR DOESN'T MATTER YOU BIGOTS". On top of that, these people are actually wishing harm on this actress, solely over her skin color.

Let me guess, though. It isn't really racism if colored people oppress and threaten and harm white people, right? By this logic, it's just a matter of ~equity~ that fair-skinned folk are subjected to the same prejudice. For fuck's sake.

Nah, let's just normalize the concept that no one can relate to a character unless said character looks just like them. Let's encourage kids to embrace narcissism and refuse to find commonalities in characters that don't physically resemble them in any way.

Because apparently it doesn't matter that I can't see myself and my mother in Tiana, even though her driven, workaholic underdog story resonates with us. But because we're not black, we're not allowed to feel a kinship. It's inconceivable for a little girl to feel that she, for what she is on the inside, can relate to a Disney Princess that she shares no physical traits with.

Maybe I'm just crazy for believing we should focus more on who we are than what we are. Maybe I'm a monster for discouraging indulgence in narcissistic behavior. Am I a bigot for rolling my eyes every time I hear a cry for "MUH REPRESENTATION"?

I like to think I'm not. But society is so heavily fucked in so many ways these days. So much that I'm actually afraid to post this publicly.

But I shouldn't be afraid to speak my mind when I see bullshit being glorified. So I'm gonna give my piece, come what may.

#I don't even think the live action remakes should exist #I am against them as a concept #and there's not a single one I enjoy #they're symptomatic of disney's creative bankruptcy #not a single one of them add anything to the legacy of their counterparts #but I can't make them not happen so #at the very least I just feel the need to point out the hypocrisy #halle bailey to her credit was much more respectful of the movie she was starring in the remake of #even called ariel her 'absolutely' favorite disney princess #but then proceeded to celebrate all these changes to her character #but like #ariel still had fascinations of the human world in the og #she had that long before she met eric #she didn't just give up her legs for a man goddammit #her father fucking traumatized her by destroying her special place #she felt like she couldn't go back home #cuz she's like 16 y'know and teens be dumb like that #that scene in the og of triton blasting all of ariel's things was legit scary for me as a kid #I totally understand ariel being stupid enough to trust ursula because she felt she had no place to go #that's what I hate about these remakes #the actors/actresses totally muddle the message of the source material #anyway sorry if this offends any of you following me #I'm just sick of the hypocrisy and it being glorified #Youtube

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So I was looking over the rules for the "name 100 women" challenge because I thought it would be silly to do it on stream and I noticed something...

"No family, friends, or ex girlfriend or neighbors or any of that shit they have to be googleable women / public figures"

...Fuck that.

No seriously, fuck that.

You want to test if people know women yea? It's supposed to be like, for women's month or whatever. Alright, let me build up and mention women who matter in my life, let me mention my friends; let me name people who I know who may not be public figures or famous people but who are still important people.

Are you trying to say they're lesser? That they don't matter, that they don't count? Why the fuck not? Because you can't confirm their existence?

Okay here's another thing yea? What do you mean "they have to be googleable women" guess what fucker EVERYONE IS GOOGLEABLE. That doesn't mean shit, my mom is googleable if you know her name. Almost everyone has a fucking facebook, tumblr, twitter; whatever. That means you can google them!

Half the musical/visual artists or otherwise creative people I know are women, but can I list them? Apparently not because the very popular streamer lady says they don't count?

Fuck that.

You also can't have rules like "Can be Streamers + Can be any version of their name" and then pair that with "BUT I HAVE TO BE ABLE TO FIND THEM ON GOOGLE!"

Nah man fuck that, because here's the other big thing, The version of their name I'm familiar with could be from back in the day, there's even a "can be dead women" rule. So what if I name a dead woman, by a name she used back when I knew of her; but that name isn't very well known? Well it doesn't count because it's not googleable uwu.

Fuck that.

You want me to name 100 women? Sure I'll happily name 100 women. You want me to name 100 women you can find on the internet? Sure that's fine.

...You want to limit it to exclusively the popular women? No.

Fuck that.

Limiting it to exclusively popular well known women is so lame, let me name the people who are important to me, the music artists who make the shit that connects with me; not just "Taylor swift" because she's "googleable" that shit doesn't matter to me, her music doesn't matter to me; she doesn't matter to me. You know who IS a woman who has had a big impact on my life? Tamika, the happy hardcore singer who likes to remain fairly anonymous and goes by Tamika for the sake of being credited in songs she sings for. She was responsible for the vocals in a ton of HH songs I heard at clubs growing up and her daughter Kayliana, another woman; has followed in her footsteps to bless my ears with even more lyrical goodness.

But of course if you look up either of them they're not googleable because they wish to remain somewhat secret, they're only ever credited by first names and asking the DJs they have worked with will get you an answer of "they would like to keep their identity vague" so what am I not supposed to highlight these two genuinely skilled individuals who have brought me years of great musical vocals?! Just because they're not Googleable?! I thought this was "Name 100 women" not "name 100 popular famous women" or whatever.

Fuck that.

Look I get it, you want to verify this shit; you don't want some guy going "uuuh martha, sandra, stacey, debra" whatever. I understand that, but also at what point does someone become a public figure?

Am I a public figure if you can look me up on google? Is that all it takes? My tumblr has a substantial following people know of me, do I count? (I guess not really since I'm NB and all but hopefully you see what I mean).

If I can list streamers, but not friends; does that mean my streamer friends don't count?

Fuck that.

How are we determining what "Googleable" means? Is it just front page? Is it just googling their name? What?

I could find more information for half the people on my list by looking through odd subreddits or deep-diving into tumblr posts, does that qualify?

You can't be like "lol men can't name 100 women" and then staple on 200 regulations.

I think it's totally fair to say things like, no repeats, no fictional women, no descriptions they need to be names.

Sure that's totally fine, that makes sense even. If I could repeat a woman 100 times that's not 100 women. If it's a fictional woman that's not a woman; if I could describe "the lady who ran the window at the Maccas" that's not NAMING a woman!

But I'm really hung up on this "no family, friends, etc." rule because it's bullshit. You can't ask me to name 100 women and then tell me I can't name any of the women I happen to know personally because you can't verify they're real.

Fuck that.

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I’ve likely flooded your inbox by now. Tell me about Medvedev?

-R, (Rodka).

Hi hi hello Rodka! Hell yeah, let's get into that mf-- man. I mean man.

He's the author of The Truth about Chernobyl aka Chernobyl Notebook and No Breathing Room (it takes a masochist to read that, which I am not. It's in the Drive regardless, just in case someone out there is). The general consensus goes that he was more or less a mouthpiece for the government, spreading their narrative further. The book, being one of the first ones about the disaster, was meant to ensure that the general public blames all the convenient people, overlooking the ones that truly mattered and were to blame in this story.

In the preface of very own his book, one S. Zalygin (I don't know who you are and do not care to find out) describes him as such:

The author is a nuclear power specialist who worked for a time at the Chernobyl AES and knows it well, just as he is personally acquainted with all the principal participants in the events. By virtue of his official position, he has attended many of the crucial conferences concerning nuclear power plant construction.

Worked for a time at Chernobyl AES is one way to put it. I mean... sure, he did. According to Steinberg at least, he even was the first Deputy Chief Engineer. For 6 months. In 1973. According to Dyatlov, Medvedev was in Chernobyl from 1972 until 1974 - whichever the case may be, that's either 5 or 3 years before the launch of the first unit. Now, time for a little conspiracy theory... Guess when Dyatlov, who was very well known for tolerating nothing but absolute professionalism and discipline, started working in Chernobyl? In 1973. And guess who the first author (if I'm not mistaken) to spread the narrative about Dyatlov basically being The Devil and so much more was? Medvedev. Listen, I'm not saying these two things are related... HOWEVER...

Nah, I'm kidding. If that was the case, A.S. Dyatlov would have mentioned so in How It Was, in which he does talk in length about Medvedev and his book, mainly in chapter 9. He is mean to him in the best, most professional way possible. Example being this bit:

“I arrived at the construction site of the nuclear power plant in the village of Pripyat directly from the Moscow clinic, where I was treated for radiation sickness. I still felt bad, but I could walk and decided that, working, I would get back to normal faster.”

I don’t know how he felt - bad or good, but according to the 6th hospital (A.K. Guskova and A.F. Shamardin), G. Medvedev did not have radiation sickness and the dose was minimal.

He really said I went to the idiot village (got the most important staff from the hospital in Moscow on record) and everybody there knew you (they said you were fine, you fucking liar).

I'm not too sure where I heard this (maybe from Kupnyi?), but the general opinion of the people in the nuclear field, people from ChNPP of Medvedev is that... well... they don't see him as a professional at all, really. He was deemed untrustworthy, a liar and first and foremost - someone lacking the technical knowledge he always presented himself as being in possession of.

Additionally, this is what Nikolai Steinberg - one of the people on the INSAG-7 commission, a ChNPP worker (a book of his is on the Drive, too, by the way) - had this to say about him in this incredibly long interview with not only him but quite a few other interesting people... like the one and only, Stolyarchuk: bless whoever clipped it so that I don't have to look for the right part in a 3 hour long video! (Yes, there are subtitles! And there's also part two) Safe to say - nobody in the professional field likes Medvedev :)

#file: special interest: chernobyl #my hatred towards anyone slandering the NPP staff is absurd (i will never stop)#file: ask!#asker: rodka #Chernobyl

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ellena-asg · 2 years

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Tell me why you hate Thor's tattoo in Love and Thunder. Pls. You called it a mocking tattoo. Just curious.

Hi 🙂

Indeed, for me it's just awful and yeah, mocking. Let's look at it (ugh, why am I doing this 😱😫):

Ok, not all is visible but I think we all know what is there on his back.

What's wrong?

• RIP Loki - RIP is a Christian thing. Asgardians aren't Christians. Just... no way.

• Rest in mischief - Seriously? It sounds like one big joke. It sounds like "Loki=mischief". Ok, it's a part of the truth. But Loki is more, always was more than that "god" of mischief. Loki was also noble and wise and loving brother, he did good things, he was brave etc. Thor deep down loved him so much. But nah, that fucking "mischief" is always first ;/ Mischief and picture of Loki as "mwahahahah surprise!" boy. Picture of fucking annoying little Grinch (with Joker's laughter). And that's very Taika's style. For him Loki is just that: annoying younger (ah no, pardon, Taika thinks that Odinsons are the same age) brother. Do you remember that awful interview with Taika? Oh, and that fragment about Loki being little emo goth? That tattoo is indeed a bit goth-like. And it's ok, you know. I mean: it isn't going about goth culture. I only mean that for Taika Loki is an emo goth (and that those Taika's words sounded very pejorative) and that Taika had to, just had to, show his disrespect for this character, for Loki. That rose. That moon... (btw - why the moon? ok, Loki said once about shadow but it's Thor's back, Thor's feelings and... gosh, am I the only one who thinks that for Thor Loki was rather like a sun of his life? "Loki, come back to me", "Loki, go with me", "Loki, don't die, don't leave me, noooo", "it's not about Jane, father").

• In general: that tattoo looks just like Midgardian tattoo. Thor isn't Midgardian, the hell. Ugh. Taika really tries to turn Asgardians into another Midgardians (Midgardian clothes, Midgardian way of speaking, New Assgard as Midgardian attraction/Disneyland O_o, Midgardian music and that Midgardian tattoo...).

• All is so Midgardian and well, full of joking: that tombstone, broken heart, even that "brothers". I'm sorry, in my eyes that's a one big mockery. In my eyes Taika is mocking Odinsons' love. He is mocking even his "dearest" Thor, mocking Thor's devotion and all that Branagh's "Odinsons are like yin and yang".

• The scroll. Mother. Father. Heimdall. Loki. Tony. Natasha. I don't like that scroll but ok, it doesn't matter. Just... Tony and Natasha, aha. Ok. But what about even dearer friends than Avengers? What about Warriors Three? Ah, yes, Taika doesn't care about them again. And let me guess... They were never important in Thor's life?

• Oh wow how BIG! 🙄 - Taika enjoys big things. It's always "more, more, more". More gags, more jokes, more tattoos. It's not big because Thor's love for Loki is big. It's just big like all that mockery. And really? Thor and such a tattoo? Such big "READ ME EVERYBODY" tattoo? I always thought that Thor's not that kind of boy. And I think that his sadness, his love and respect for brother, would never look like that, like that big, cheesy, almost noisy tattoo.

And maybe it's just me but... why on the back? Why like "behind the heart"? Why not on torso, near the heart? Or on the arm? (on the hand, that hand who often touched Loki's neck).

Please, just let me hate that tattoo, ok? Let me hate that parody. And that clown with axe and naked dick who really thinks that he's Thor.

#Marvel #Disney negativity #anti thor love and thunder #Thor #Loki #I should say Thor and Loki vs Ted and Larry Goofysons #Taika Waititi negativity #it's just my opinion ok?#please don't kill me just because I'm not fan of Taika's ideas

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Even having left the second season happy, you are quite right. The Valtor thing was cheap fan service. If they really wanted Valtor, they would have brought him with all the consequences. I think they feared that Valtor's presence would overshadow Bloom and Sky (who were boring and lacking chemistry in my opinion).

At least I liked the mention of Marion and that she had the Dragon Flame. They took the name, but not its legend.

We can only guess at their reasoning, but those are good points. No matter what you ship, Valtor's focus on Bloom and her obsession in return were defining character features, and an important plot point to make season 3 as captivating and intense as it is. I do think they put a lot of effort into Bloom/Sky this season (probably to try and combat the mansplain/how-fucking-broken-I-am dialogues in s1), but. Idk their horse riding date to WILDEST DREAMS of all songs, in the middle of a very pressing moment in the plot when they SHOULD work to find answers… the placement just made it feel like filler. I skipped through almost the entire thing to get to the actual plot part, and I missed out on nothing.

The mention of Marion was another one of those “is it now? Is it HAPPENING?” moments I had. They introduced her in a top secret, very important Rosalind lecture, so perhaps NOW is the time we get some info on the Dragonflame. But worldbuilding? In this show? Nah. They dropped her name and completely ignored it from then on, good job everyone, time for lunch break.

I never really got into Rivuse myself, but everyone knows it’s one of the longest surviving parts of the fandom, and easily the most popular one. Like even if you don’t like Rivuse, you gotta admit that it’s fans are incredibly engaged and very active, not matter how long it’s been.

And all you Rivusa people deserve a written formal apology and a kiss on the mouth, because damn, you got done dirty. Not as dirty as could have been possible, but still.

Like, congratulations on Riven and all the interactions between them! You got a lot of food this season! But even with Riven being the most bearable character currently in this entire show, now their blossoming relationship ultimately has their foundation in Musa hating an intrinsic part of herself. Though I will admit, I really liked the part were Riven told her off when she decided to just become a specialist, and how he lectured her about the dangers and commitments that come with it. A genuinely a+ character moment, take the win with pride.

While it may still be the ship with the most development in it, it doesn’t live up to OG Winx club in my opinion, where Riven first had to overcome his self hatred and Musa had to overcome her erratic and unrealistic expectations of him. Here they get together somehow, but they don’t really have an arc of their own that goes anywhere. Musa has the whole magic hating bit, but it doesn’t go anywhere.

I Hope The Fuck Not.

I am tired.

#listen unless he's long haired sexy and immortal I want nothing to do with the dad #but thank you so much for your asks I’m always happy to see new takes #anti fate the winx saga #winx club #netwinx #asks

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fishy-xp · 2 years

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ranking my favourite tomorrow (2022) plotlines

we interrupt my usual thaibl ramblings for a little self indulgent kdrama review. i'm not a big kdrama watcher, i watch like one kdrama a year and usually it's the same one (i remember you/hello monster, park bogum <3333) but i finally got around to watching tomorrow because the premise of it was interesting and i am a fantasy so i gotta support the homies yknow. the drama was really good and i cried a lot so this ranking is based on how much i was invested in the storyline and how hard i cried :)

spoilers! + trigger warnings for suicide

No 11 - Ryu Cho-Hui/Suicide Broker

the only thing important about cho-hui is that she was formerly gop-dan, other than that, her plotline was very boring.

same for the suicide broker, the only thing that mattered was the fact that ju-woong had to come to terms with the fact that they had to save anyone no matter what. but it didn't make sense because he was going to hell anyways? so like why bother saving him when he was going to die anyways and end up in hell???????

No 10 - Kim Woojing

I liked this one because the love story between them was beautiful

No 9 - Namgoong Jae-Su

So did the dad survive? Did they change time???? I'm so confused by this episode, ALSO DID HE END UP PASSING THE POLICE EXAM???

No 8 - Shin Yena

I feel like this could have been better if they didn't figure out who it was so quickly and we were constantly guessing who the red light person could have been. for a brief second, i thought it was the boss and that was the big twist lmfao

No 7 - Twins Siblings

Ryeon as a prosecutor? Joongil setting the rapist on fire? Excellent.

No 6 - Lim Yu-Hwa

Whilst the reincarnated plotline wasn't my favourite because i'm not a fan of children and i'm not a mother, when ryung-gu gave yu-hwa her memories and they had that talk, i think that was when i bawled the hardest T_T

No 5 - Koo Ryeon's Past Life

This was one of the most angsty love stories ever and it was beautifully done. I didn't expect the conflict to be that she was a 'returned woman' and i thought for a brief second it was that joongil cheated on her with gopdan lmfao. but everything that led up to her suicide just made me so mad. especially that fucking mother, did she forget that ryeon literally saved her ass? and now she's like nah divorce? man fuck her. also the commoners really think it's okay to publicly talk shit and THROW STONES at a noblewoman? nah i fully agree with joseon joongil, death to all them idc idc

No 4 - Kim Kong

This one only made it this far because of N and the fact the main character was about a dog, nepotism is alive and well my dudes.

No 3 - Noh Eunbi

I think the memory thing was super cool and trippy. also because it was the first plotline it was really well fleshed out. the actor who played eunbi did an amazing job and i'm very happy the bully got what she deserved

No 2 - Yoo Bok-hee

This one was so traumatic and the twist at the end of Yun-i being the grim reaper, JDIGJARLGSJTGLTGLKRTSJGLRJSGFLSERF amazing

No 1 - Lee Young-cheon

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, EVERYONE COMING TOGETHER TO GIVE HIM THE RESPECT HE DESERVED. OLD PEOPLE ALWAYS MAKE ME SO EXISTENTIAL AND GTGNJRTSKGLRTGNNGNGNNGNGNGNGN

#tomorrow kdrama #mbc tomorrow #rowoon #koo ryeon #park joong gil #lim ryung gu #choi joon woong

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maximumcheese · 2 years

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226. Smile

Hiiro: ......? What were you and Aira talking about, Nii-san?

Sorry. The cheers were so loud, I couldn't hear you very well. Was it something important?

Rinne: —Nah. He just cursed at me sayin’, “You’re wrong,” like everyone else does.

Hiiro: Hm. That’s harsh. I'm sorry, Aira sometimes doesn't care enough about what I say or do.

But it's probably not out of ill will, and once you get used to it, it somehow looks kinda cute—I hope you'll forgive him.

Rinne: Ahaha. It’s not something that can be forgiven or not, he just said something par for the course. It’s more like, I'm sorry I made him feel like he had to say it.

Hiiro: .........?

Rinne: Fine. I got it, I got it. I was wrong. This ain’t the place to get demotivated, this ain’t the place to sulk, give up and go home anymore—

I've got better things to do.

There’s something I want to do.

Hiiro: —The thing you want to do, what is it?

Rinne: That's what I want to hear. What's the matter with you guys, Alkaloid—Can't you stick your nose outta other people’s business?

If you keep on fooling around, you'll turn the whole audience into Crazy:B fans, you know?

Hiiro: Yes. That’s no problem. Being a fan of Crazy:B and being a fan of Alkaloid go hand in hand.

Not everyone can just love one thing, and idol activities shouldn’t be a war between the fans…I think.

Maybe it's idealistic. Everyone should be able to love what they want to love, genuinely, with a smile on their face.

A future where no one has any complaints, where there is no anguish, where we can love and be loved by each other and be happy—

There is always a path to it somewhere in the world, no matter how narrow and hard it is to find.

We will pull that future here. We will walk that path together with everyone.

And if anyone interferes with that, even Nii-san—

Rinne: —You’ll destroy me, huh? Is that the kind of adult you wanted to be?

Hiiro: ? No? I still can't answer that question Nii-san asked me so long ago.

I'm an idiot who doesn’t know anything, so I don’t even know what kind of person I am right now.

Rinne: Is that right. Well, your Onii-chan will give you a hint—Just like when you were a little kid.

You’re going to become an idol.

I guess we're brothers after all, we're alike in that way. You know, for me, I al—ways wanted to become ‘that’.

Hiiro: Yes. I know, because I’m Nii-san’s little brother, after all.

But. For me, can I really become an idol? Even if I still don’t really get what an idol really is?

Rinne: Yeah. After all, look. You’re smiling, you know.

When I see you smiling, for some reason, it always makes me smile, too.

If you can make even one person smile, what else is that, other than being an idol?

Hiiro: Yes, that’s good to know. It's harder to make someone laugh than to destroy them, but I think it’s certainly more meaningful and worthwhile.

That’s why! I’ll laugh, Nii-san! Not to destroy, but to sing and dance and laugh!

And then! For the people who come to see me, I hope I can make those people laugh, even just a little!

If the people who do such things are called idols, then just like you, Nii-san—I want to become that! I want to become an idol!

As of now, that’s all I know! All those difficult things, I’ll just have to think about them after this performance!

“♪～♪～♪”

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#enstars #ensemble stars #english translation #hiiro amagi #rinne amagi #main story

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I'm not gonna invite ppl already on that post to come crucify me, & it's a quote already, so.

[“A secret about lesbian sex that I don’t think I have ever seen written about before is that lesbians appreciate different things about the vulva and vagina than do straight men. If popular culture and the rise of vaginal tightening and rejuvenation procedures are any indication, straight men value a “tight” vagina. But this is incomprehensible to me as a dyke. If I only had a nickel for every time I have heard queer people brag about being size queens with capacious vaginas and/or anuses that welcome fists and giant dildos, I’d be a rich woman! In queer space, what makes an orifice “good” is not how it feels to the person going inside it (for whom it might make sense for the emphasis to be on tightness) but how the orifice feels about itself: what it wants, what it can do, what it can enjoy. For many humans, the capacity to take something very large into one’s body is extremely pleasurable, and this is much more difficult when one has been told that the goal is to keep all orifices small and tight. It is fine, of course, if size is not one’s thing, but the point here is that it makes queer people—like my comrades quoted above—quite sad that in straight culture, a vagina is evaluated according to its capacity to please men and not its capacity to experience pleasure.”]

-- Jane Ward, The Tragedy of Heterosexuality

...That... is also incomprehensible to me? I guess, marry a man who's written by a woman?

& despite anything else I write or reblog, Hunny is straight, deadset against anything anal for him, & super masculine. Picture bodybuilder-dadbod, absolutely covered in hair.

Just a few hours ago, we had basically non-penetrative sex. His idea, even. Both came sooo hard.

We finally had one of our only two nights a week together, so when I seemed restless...

"What's the matter?"

"I'm horny..."

I'm still on my period, so I still have my cup in. Well, he wasn't about to let that stop him. He wasn't even horny himself, yet, lol. He pulled me into spooning me & fingered me til I came. It didn't take much, but it also simply wasn't a wild one I had brewing. Ah, sated enough to sleep, & not enough energy to do anything else. Sleepy. 🥰

But he wasn't happy with how not-crazy my orgasm was. 😈 He had other suggestions.

"Nah... I am sleepy now... It's okay."

"Can I rub my dick on your clit?" 😈

😳 "YES."

He wasn't even hard yet so not like he was trying to deal with taking care of that. Just missed me. Just in missionary, just spit-wetted dick between labia, just the pressure between us. (And a couple of his other tricks. 😏) But, clinically, no ~vaginal penetration. I have no idea how many times I came even, since he just never stopped, til I literally had to push him away & ride out my own freak out, practically crying (good) & almost screaming (good). 🤤

I finished sucking him off - as he fingered me again. No mercy. 😫 Made me go so wild on him. Back thigh pulling, ball squeezing, back-of-throat, moaning -- He came sooo hard, & twice as long as usual.

So, no, I don't know what it's like, to ever have a guy even come close to ignoring my pleasure.

True, I've only had full-on sex with 2 other guys besides Hunny. Both also straight to the best of my knowledge. But 1 had an oral fixation. The other 1 was only a few times, but also wonderful.

Yeah, "tight" pressure feels good to them. That's not bad in & of itself? How the... That's like saying you shouldn't care about getting pressure on your clit. 🙄

There's still wetness to take into account even. And, speaking of "size queens" or whatever, anyone even- we like to feel filled! Girth is more important than length! We like the other side of that pressure, hello???

She's just complaining about her partners ignoring what feels good to her. That may be a very widespread, mainstream, common problem, but that's not *because* the guy is straight. 🙄 What decent guy doesn't care about the girl feeling good? That's a requirement.

And, maybe she doesn't know this from never getting this far, but ever see a guy's reaction to your vagina climaxing and orgasming all around his dick? 🤨

#hunny #...yeeeah where you think I get my writing from #it's a wonderful cycle #he's like a man written by a woman so i write men like him 🥰🥰

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Fandom: Shaman King

Characters: Manta, Yoh, Anna

Word Count: 867

Prompt: Haunted Sleepover

Finding out he could see ghosts was not an easy thing to accept, but Manta likes to think he handled it pretty well. He definitely didn't scream or have a break down. Nope. Not at all.

He was calm and cool when Amidamaru appeared and he continued to be calm and collected as all the ghosts in the cemetery appeared and Yoh continued to go back to it day after day.

Totally cool as the one drunk ghost who died fighting a bear told Manta he was no bigger than a cub that he swore he totally didn't try to fight either. Manta's pretty sure he got what was coming to him even if Amidamrau told him the “bear” could have been anything in the ghosts drunken haze.

What's not so easy to accept after a few months is finding out that Yoh lives in a haunted burned down inn filled with ghosts. Also, he has a fiancée and she's a holy terror but Manta's not going to think on that right now.

“Relax, Manta, Anna said you can stay,” Yoh calls from where he's setting up the futons.

“I'm not scared of her.” A lie. He didn't see Yoh or Anna all summer, but he definitely didn't spend it thinking nice things about her. He also didn't try to track Yoh down with his father's money for fear of his life. Part of that was also self preservation because he knew his parents wouldn't like Yoh's family history.

“Is this your first sleepover?” Yoh asks, eyes wide like a puppy. It isn't for Manta but he doesn't like the feeling he's getting that this is a first for Yoh.

“They won't leave,” Manta mutters softly, waving his hand in the general direction of all the ghosts floating lazily in the room.

Yoh blinks, the realization coming to him slowly before his eyes scan the whole room.

“I can tell them to leave,” Yoh states, already making a shooing motion.

Manta sighs, “They'll just come back.”

“They won't,” Yoh answers, but his voice holds uncertainty as his eyes shift to Amidamaru debating telling him to keep watch.

“Go home if you're scared,” Anna's voice comes from nowhere as she slides the door open staring down at Manta.

“Can you knock?” Manta yells, jumping up, “What if we were changing?”

“You weren't,” Anna answers like it doesn't excuse anything that just happened.

“Come on,” Yoh sighs, “Be nice. This is all still new.”

“It's been four months.”

Yoh gives her a look.

“Fine,” Anna relents, “I'll keep all the ghosts out of the room for the baby.”

“I'm not a baby, and this haunted sleepover doesn't scare me,” Manta retorts, a fire in his eyes.

Anna smirks at him and that's when Manta realizes he played right into her hands.

“How do you do it, Yoh?” Manta asks flopping onto the futon and bedding, “She got me to do exactly what she wanted in two minutes flat. I want to strangle her and yet you still look at her with moons in your eyes as you complain about her in the same breath.”

“Anna's...complicated,” Yoh settles for scratching his cheek. “but everything she does it because she cares. It's just kinda hard to see.”

“You know she did this for you right? She could care less about me.”

“That's not true. It's very important that you feel comfortable especially since I probably accidentally awakened your shamanic sight.”

“I do feel comfortable,” Manta argues.

“One day you're going to travel somewhere and you might wake up with a ghost in the room because someone was murdered there and the hotel just kept quiet because what someone doesn't know won't hurt them. What will you do then?”

“Are you talking form experience?” Manta asks, suddenly creeped out.

“Nah. I hardly ever traveled, and Grandma's inn doesn't count because she's a shaman and most of the dead spirits were on the mountain anyway.”

“But for your information, I'd ask for another room. Money talks. I can't soothe an angry spirit like you can. There's no way I'm staying in that room no matter how used to this I am.”

“Then I guess Anna's special training was for nothing,” Yoh comments casually before his eyes widened in realization.

“Manta,” Yoh whispers, “We finally beat her at something. I finally got a win.”

Manta smacks his pillow in Yoh's face.

“This is my win. You have to keep working for your own. And we aren't telling her because I value my life.”

“Good point,” Yoh agrees, settling into his own futon after turning out the light.

“Hey, Manta?” Yoh whispers as the insects buzz outside, “Thanks for staying.”

“You're the one that told me to get used to your weird ghost life,” Manta answers, with no heat behind his words.

Yoh chuckles, “I guess I did. But I'm still glad we're friends.”

“Me too.”

This is the best thing that had ever happened to Manta. The world is so much brighter and colorful now.

#shaman king #yoh asakura #manta oyamada #anna kyouyama #on my read through i realized i randomly switched to past tense at the very end #i think i fixed it but if I missed anything that's why #this was initially going to be for a different project #but it didn't work out #and maybe i wrote this while also cursing people in my head

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25.

YOUR JOB/CAREER

Firstly, who do you work for?

An SEO & content marketing agency, plus a few media houses and one publishing house. These other two jobs are freelance, though, so I'll focus on the first thing.

What is your position?

Content writer.

What are your responsibilities?

Writing content for clients' websites.

Do you enjoy your job?

I do, I love writing. I mean, I'd prefer to write my own stuff, but this right now is a pretty good gig and the topics are generally in the domain I find interesting.

Do you work with other people, or solo?

I mostly work solo, as in, I work from home and write articles on my own. However, I regularly communicate with my manager and editor.

What are your co-workers like?

Pretty cool, actually. We just met for the first time a week or so ago for a little team building event. I ended up enjoying it more than I thought I would, though I was so anxious leading up to it.

What is/are your boss(es) like?

So far, they seem okay. My manager works very hard and seems to really care about the writers' satisfaction and well-being, since she fought to lower our daily expected word count to something more manageable.

As for my CEO, he's not a bad guy either, but I can't decide what I think about him exactly. I think he's the work hard, play hard type of person, and that's usually a little intense for me.

Do you wear a uniform?

Nah, I work from home.

Are you usually very busy, or is it slack?

Pretty busy most of the time, but that's my own fault for juggling 5 projects at the same time.

Do you get paid minimum wage, or above?

Above minimum for my country.

What time of day do you usually work?

I can work whenever I want, so it really depends on when I get random spurts of inspiration. Usually it happens at night and I often work from 10 PM to like 4 AM or so.

How many hours a week do you get?

Oh I don't know. Word count matters more than work hours in my job. So as long as I meet it, I can clock in fewer hours.

Would you like to keep this job your whole life?

Hmmm, I'm not sure I can commit to anything for my whole life. I wouldn't mind being some type of content writer forever, but I don't know where I will be working.

Why are you working this job right now?

I mean, I need the money. Plus, it's in my field, I enjoy it, and I love the flexibility and freedom that come with it.

Are you saving or spending most of your money?

So-so. I'm trying to save, but I usually only do so to splurge on trips abroad.

Do you deal with customers or clients?

Nah, other people in my company are in charge of that.

Are they generally agreeable?

I have no clue.

How do you react when they are not agreeable?

Refer to above.

What are some things that you absolutely CANNOT do at your job?

Use AI writing tools for our articles. Recently a writer got fired for that.

Are there any risks involved in your job? What are they?

I mean, no? I guess sedentary lifestyle is kind of bad for health, but almost every job is like that.

Have you ever forgotten to do something important? What happened?

Hmm, no, we track all our tasks in a sheet and report how much we've done and what we have to do every day. Even if I forget something, my editor or manager will remind me.

Are you allowed to read/watch TV/play video games on the job?

Lol sure, I can do whatever. Only I won't do much writing if I watch TV or read when I sit down to work.

What are your breaks like?

I can take them whenever I like. Sometimes I get super motivated and work non-stop for like 8 hours, and sometimes it's just not going well so I take frequent breaks.

Do you ever get really bored at your job?

Well, not really. If I do, I can just stop and continue later.

How do you keep yourself entertained?

I don't need to??

Is your workplace clean? Who cleans it?

>.> my flat is mostly clean

Is your job physically demanding?

Nah, but it is pretty mentally challenging.

What would happen if a robbery took place?

Me and my sister would probably call the police.

What are your customers/clients’ biggest complaints?

No idea, I don't work with clients directly.

What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever seen happen at your job?

Hmm, nothing really that strange so far.

Tell us about the time you were most upset at work.

I never really was. But I've only been there for like 3 months.

If you’re upset, do you act any differently towards customers?

I don't work with customeeeeers. But I believe I wouldn't, I'm pretty good at bottling up my emotions :')

The phone rings, and you have to answer it. HOW do you answer?

"Hello?"

Is there a duty you really despise doing?

Hmm, I don't particularly enjoy implementing edits. I mean, I'm used to it, but it sometimes is a bit nerve-wracking to see corrections and comments on your writing.

That said, I improved a lot and now I don't need to do that as often.

Is there a duty you love doing?

Just writing.

Is there anything you are scared of at your job?

I don't want to mess up so bad that I lose it. I hated the two weeks I spent jobless in the summer, my mental health was not doing well.

Are there many things to laugh at?

Well sure, we send memes to each other in the group chat. I'm still too shy to do it myself, but I'm having quiet fun.

What are the bathrooms there like?

Our bathroom's pretty nice.

How long do you plan to keep working there? Why?

I don't really have any plans. For as long as this job suits me, I'll stay.

Has anyone ever screamed at your job? Why?

Nope.

Do you ever need to mentally prepare yourself for work?

Hmm, a little bit, like, to get in the zone.

How do you wind down after a hard day’s work?

Well, I usually just go to bed since I finish so late lol

Is your job stressful?

Not really. I mean, deadlines can be stressful, I guess, but I work well under pressure and I've always had jobs with deadlines. So I actually like that side of things.

Who would you recommend your job to?

Whoever enjoys writing and wants a super flexible schedule. That said, you also have to be responsible and know how to manage yourself.

#personal #surveys

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the power of the doctor commentary

a wise man once said ‘it could have been a lot better, it could have been slightly better written’

where was the qurunx being transported to? and why via train? oh well im sure it doesn’t matter.

‘the cybermen have a blocking fielding in action’ i mean i would presume you reason you can’t land is because they train is moving very fast?? but sure why not add in some pointless exposition.

why is the qurunx in a box/ cage? is it a prisoner? what are these people’s relationship to the qurunx?

dan’s train driver announcement is very cute.

what was the doctor’s plan for the cyber masters? just to say ‘stop right there!’ and they would say ‘ah sorry my bad’ and just stop?

‘i have reinforcements’ where? and also they still have weapons and regenerating healing powers, i don’t think you have the high ground here.

also the fact that both the master and the cyber masters escaped gallifrey meaning it was blown up and ko sharmus died for nothing, oops.

ch*bnall said this episode had the longest cold open in doctor who and it’s only 6:50, eve of dalek has a cold open of over 9 minutes so this like isn’t true.

why do sophie and janet have to share a title card?? we know this title sequence can accommodate for 5 people as seen in revolution of the daleks.

i am very curious to know how tegan and ace met but i guess that’s not important.

tegan’s line about not seeing the doctor is relevant but ace’s reply of of ‘alright show off just cos it’s only three decades for me’ is completely irrelevant??? literally just exposition. a brick to the face would be more subtle than chris ch*bnall’s dialogue.

also why would that be showing off??? she’s had to wait longer the doctor? this makes no sense.

also the doll thing is a bit weird, like did the master know that tegan would conveniently end up at unit? like she’s not working for them, they say she’s freelance. and it’s ace’s suggestion ‘they go in’ to which i presume she’s talking about unit. did the master know all this would happen? that tegan would call ace about it and then she would suggest they go into unit? you know never mind.

so they’ve in the middle of investigating a kidnapped child and dan was all like ‘but me date!’ dan’s priorities is getting laid first 😂

have we ever had a companion leave 10 minutes into the story? it’s so weird. why didn’t he leave at the end of legend of the sea devils? what was the point of dan as a companion at all?? because we needed to fill the quota of straight white men on the tardis??

dan story’s is so depressing. like it was partly the doctor’s fault that dan’s house got shrunk because she was chasing karvanista and she’s doesnt do anything to help or rectify this. like the doctor gives donna a lottery ticket and amy and rory a house and car for no reason other than wanting to provide for them, but nah fuck dan you can stay homeless. remember the ch*bnall era is about hope and friendship!

we’ve never had a doctor so mardy about companions leaving, which is so strange because it’s not like she has any emotional attachment to any of them. make it make sense.

‘not one for goodbyes’ don’t we fucking know it!! we just don’t them anymore in the ch*bnall era.

also even eleven ‘doesn’t like endings’ still said goodbye to amy (and rory) (think of end of the god complex).

‘a dalek invades my tardis with a message offering to destroy its own species’ JUST IN CASE YOU DIDNT UNDERSTAND IT THE FIRST TIME ROUND. yeah ch*bnall i got it the first time you didn’t need the doctor to repeat it immediately, how fucking dumb does he think his audience is. condescending ch*bnall dialogue i will NOT miss you.

‘that’s a new one’. it literally isn’t, have you seen doctor who chris i feel like i shouldn’t have to ask this.

i hate the close up shots, will not miss them. so glad to have rachel talalay back who knows what they’ve doing.

the doctor doesn’t tell yaz about the dalek because…?

i’m pretty sure that if there was a ‘second moon/ planet’ orbiting in earth’s atmosphere, that would severely fuck up earth’s gravitational pull?? that’s like basic science no??

i honestly believe they didn’t need to give sacha blue contacts… smells like whitewashing to me. like even if rasputin had blue eyes, this is fiction, literally no narrative reason for this.

don’t understand the point of the rasputin/ russia plotline. literally just tells the royals to fuck off so the master can have the place to themselves… like what?? this specific time setting has no bearing on the plot, we could anywhere and anytime and it literally just wouldn’t change the plot in any way shape or form, it’s so frustrating when so many parts of the story are just pointless!!

i am glad they have brought up the master’s hypnosis and im glad they said the thing (although i would have preferred sacha to say it because he has said he wanted to) but this is never brought up again!! what! is! the! point?!

this era insists on making the master’s tardis look ugly 😭 im so sorry baby.

‘your master awaits doctor. doctor what does it mean by that?’ are we all just fucking stupid or something? like aside from it’s fucking obvious, the doctor literally just reminded us that the cyber masters were created by the master like a minute ago.

in the trailer i said these were dalek shots, oh well i’ll take that L.

why didn’t you close the fucking tardis door when the cyberman were shooting?!?!?!

have you any idea what’s going on in outer space in 1916 right now? strangely enough no’ lol this was great.

‘new freelancers, don’t be cross’ that’s the only heads up you’re going to give her?

omg who knew it would be so easy to see the doctor again that all ace and tegan had to do was go to unit and say ‘hey can you call up the doctor’ and they would be like ‘yeah sure of course we can’.

i don’t know why only tegan gets to off with the doctor, as ace has plenty of reason too but sure whatever.

yaz’s awkwardness is so great for this scene. honestly a perfect reaction to meeting past companions.

(i mean i still find it weird the retconning of a 2 year old book where 13 and yaz already meet ace but okay. i feel so bad for sophie 😔. and also they just miss out any of the emotional depth or moment with ace and 13 and yaz but who needs emotional beats in a ch*bnall story).

would tegan like to bring up the russian doll cyberman to the doctor? no okay…

also the fact that one of the first things the doctor does after reuniting with ace and tegan, both of whom have somewhat misgrudges with them, is to non consensually put a hologram ai into their bodies is fucking wild!! why couldn’t she tell them she was doing that? OR ASK???

i love all of mandip’s facial expressions at ace and tegan in this scene, it’s just a shame the script never follows up on it. points to mandip for trying, chris ch*bnall sure isn’t.

would love to listen to full lecture with sacha’s voice 😏

‘now do i win a prize if i guess how this all fits together or are you just going to tell me why you’re grandstanding’ i really like the playfulness of this interaction, sort of goes back to how this is all a game for the master and the doctor, but it’s like dropped immediately so… okay.

‘you killed all these people for what?’ im sorry it’s hard to take yaz seriously because she hardly ever takes command in front of the doctor and she’s barely interacted with the master.

‘i know, a bit of a conversation stopper awkward right yaz?’ this line is so unnecessary, is it suppose to be funny…? okay boomer. thank god this is the only cringe line they give sacha this episode.

‘i hope i’m going to unit’ this is like bright flashing lights ‘this is a trap’. no one questions how easy it is to capture the master?? of course because our characters are fucking stupid!!

they don’t even takes the master’s tce off him?? and like he must have it on him, he shrunk the seismologists.

‘give her a gun’ this makes no sense and is like literally never followed up on, not even a chekhov’s gun but whatever i guess.

‘clear up the tiny bodies and inform the loved ones for me would you?’ this was so camp i loved it.

‘you’re not going to shoot me, not in her tardis’ where was the ‘state of temporal grace’ reference?

i wish they had leaned more into the master playing mind games with the companions angle but i guess that would require the companions to be actual in depth characters so :/

why do we mention the cyberium when it literally never gets followed up on??

‘unit will keep you under armed guarded’ yeah because that’s always worked hasn’t it doctor??

vinder is now also here for… reasons. idk maybe jacob was still under contract who can say??

and vinder is investigating the missing qurunx because…?

why is vinder monologuing everything the audience already knows? what’s the point?

‘anyone want to join me? bunk up in the bunker?’ i would 😏

‘your dad was an idiot’ out of all the jibes from the master this is the most random one, ch*bnall couldn’t come up with anything better?

‘you’ll all feel safe then with me in the building’ im sorry but again he is literally telling you this is a trap, i… im done.

‘you’re not staying doctor, you’re not gonna leave them alone are you?’ this is a great line/ jibe about the doctor abandoning their companions. shame it’s literally never followed up on!

‘professor where are you going? she really doesn’t want us back in there’ why is the doctor being such a twat to ace and tegan, i mean she’s like to this to everyone so i guess it’s in character. doesn’t me i understand any of it though.

‘darling’ giggling, twirling my hair, kicking my legs etc.

‘doctor stop for a second, i can’t keep doing this you, running from one place to the next never explaining’ oh look an actual valid reasoning for leaving! yaz realising the doctor is not gonna change or open up and is unhappy with being treated this way! shame this is never brought up again!

‘sorry no time’ aka shut the fuck up yaz, how dare you question me and want agency in your own actions.

‘sorry i am really staticky today’ why is she lying about this!??? i don’t understand!! i’m banging my head against the wall.

‘has it never occurred to you that it could be a trap? of course it has’… that’s why im going in without any back up plan whatsoever! why is the doctor so happy with meeting the dalek on its terms, rather than like neutral ground? you know what never mind.

how are they not boiling alive inside a volcano?? you know what never mind.

‘no they’re already there, seismology, volcanoes, daleks and the master, no this is not good news’ why does she say this all out loud??

‘i really thought i’d seen the last of him’ weird line for ace seeing as she only met him once (onscreen) and didn’t even interact with him that much???

‘knowing what you would do with it, you’d keep it so close to you because you have nothing else’ i don’t really see how this matches up with tegan’s character, tell me if i’m missing something here, why would she care about not having memorabilia from travelling with the doctor.

the cloned ashad is completely pointless why is he here???

also how does ace know about the hidden compartments in the floor? she’s doesn’t work for unit she’s freelance. either kate gave them a very thorough run down of the building or she’s been here before?

at least unit tables can withstand cyberman weaponary that’s convenient i guess.

and the master hid this teleport when…? also is this suppose to be the tce?? im very confused. you know what i’ve got to stop asking questions.

i presume this master then goes onto the pretend to be rasputin?? or he is jumping between 1916 and 2022?? this isn’t clear, like with the painting and such.

‘i can do this i can do this’ i would understand the panicking and reassuring the self if this was a like a first season companion, but not like a third season companion.

‘why am i talking to you?’ does yaz not know the tardis is telepathic/ sentient?? like if she can fly the tardis surely she would know? and she’s seen the doctor talk to tardis before.

‘got to dress for the occasion’ tv movie stans represent ✌️

‘forced regeneration’ ah lads not again.

is the doctor suppose to be this passive here, i don’t feel like she really resists?? she doesn’t struggle, she doesn’t try to escape, she doesn’t try to reason with the master, she barely speaks, she just sits there?? does she not care? does she just accept death? ‘ah fuck it just kill me i’ve had enough of this shite’.

i can’t tell how much i love ‘the master’s dalek plan’ line, it’s not even that funny but i just find it hilarious.

the boney m rasputin scene is great because its like the only scene that doesn’t take itself seriously and doctor who is missing this (good) cheesy campiness.

i wish they had done a straight up body swap that would have been so fun… oh well 😔

‘i still need a companion to ask and bask in my brilliance’ i would be your companion 😏

also funny that marketing for this era refuses to call them companions and instead ‘the doctor’s friends’ when they still use the term in show so like what was the point? lol.

‘i stashed some of my stuff in here early’ because of course you did.

‘i am the doctor and you will obey me’ nice 😏

‘change back. can’t be done’ unless you force me back into the machine and put a lot of regen energy into it 👍

‘while i tarnish the name of the doctor, im going to make the doctor a byword for fear, pain, and destruction so when people hear that name in future they quake in fear’ this was already a thing in the m*ffat era??? with 11 in a good man goes to war. honestly i straight up believe ch*bnall didn’t watch the m*ffat era.

yaz really just stood there whilst the master got changed i… okay.

these two planets at war and the master claiming to be the doctor and have done this, is like so inconsequential to plot like what’s the point?? i am suppose to care about these two unnamed planets full of unknown species??

‘no one to stop me now’ unless someone like points a gun at me then that’ll definitely stop me.

wow yaz actually does something! well done!

also how quickly the plot of the master!doctor (however we are catergorising this) is like dropped is like so frustrating cos again what! is! the point! what’s the point if we don’t see the consequences of this.

‘guardians of the edge’ you just made that up ,this actually isn’t a dig, i’m completely fine with this as a concept i like it. i think this is the best way to include past doctors without having the doctors physically in the story.

‘i have been working on this literally forever’ that’s why this literally the first time we’ve heard about.

‘under the gravest of circumstances like if i’m no longer around’ so is this like personal grave circumstances like if they’re in distress or in a literal sense in that the doctor isn’t around. I’m thinking about this too hard, it’s literally a plot convient device because we need the doctor her because god fucking forbid anyone else is given a chance to save the day.

‘you could have told us you’d done that’ yeah but then you might actually have some agency in your character yaz and we can’t have that.

also the way that this is never presented as a learning moment for the doctor… like wow what a great message about consent for children(!)

‘whoa the emotional receptors on the ai are a bit oversensitive. apparently you’re annoyed with me? apparently i should apologise for something?’ you mean putting body modifications into your friends’ bodies without their consent that something doctor? and then getting mad when someone dares tries to question you? 13th doctor i hate you. literally! villian! behaviour!

at this point i would advocate for yaz to straight up punch her in the face.

the fact the literally no other nuwho companion would ever put up being treated with way.

‘only one chance i’ve seen it in extreme circumstances, it’s incredibly dangerous, anything could happen’ like it honestly just makes sense for this to be the reason why fourteen looks like ten, that it’s a result of the forced degeneration, like idk if russell will follow up on this or if the cause of fourteen is the toymaker, we’ll have to wait and see.

also curious to know what the dangerous part of this was? i’m guessing that it could not work properly and the doctor could die? i don’t know they never specific.

this whole exposition dump of what tegan has been up to is so weird, when did we ask for your life story tegan?

i don’t understand why she would need to specify her son is adopted?? is that what she calls him to his face ‘adopted son’? you would just say son, no??? wtf??? it’s so unnatural to speak like this. ch*bnall doesn’t understand that people don’t speak in the exposition dumps.

like the whole speech could have been reduced to something along the line of ‘don’t worry i can handle myself’ or just the air hostess joke i guess. never mind there’s more chance of pigs flying than ch*bnall ever writing a second draft for his scripts.

‘i used to be good with heights’ sorry to be a fake fan but what is in this reference to? i can’t remember.

where does the parachute go? it literally disappears out of the shot in the tardis.

ace doesn’t ask where the doctor is??? …okay.

does the master really just assume yaz hasn’t been up to anything or planning something whilst she went off??? …okay.

‘you think you left and i never thought of you again, i never forget any of you, i remember everything.’ wow ch*bnall how to actually write the doctor. i wish there had been literally any more emotional moments in the ch*bnall era.

‘what am i thinking seeing all these cybermen? adric’ 😢

‘i missed you. missed you too, now please don’t get killed’ this scene between five and tegan is perfect, i wish literally any of the ch*bnall era had been done with this level of writing!!!

and we go straight back to typical ch*bnall! why the fuck does ace have to apologise?? wtf?? yeah because the doctor is in never in wrong (!) fuck off 😡😡😡 i hate this so much!!

‘i didn’t understand the burden you carried’ because ace was sixteen years old!! what the fuck is this line i…

what was graham gonna do about all the daleks???

‘i’m ace’ turns around to show the back of her jacket which has ace sewn on the back ‘yes you are’ this was very funny.

you know the last time kate faced the cybermen she threw a dismembered cyber head at them, now she’s quaking behind a table… okay.

do the cybermen and daleks know that their plans clash??? or are they all just very stupid?

tegan falling down that how many foot long shaft without getting scratch, now that’s what i call plot armour.

‘i think they make much better companions than you’ so fucking true bestie!!

jo martin my beloved

‘If you’re a friend of the doctor’s you aren’t going to use that’ i mean the master is aware of jack and like all of unit, so he does know that this isn’t a concrete rule with the doctor’s friends, but yknow we wouldn’t have a story unless everyone was fucking stupid.

do i think saying ‘not my doctor’ to a brown man is distasteful… yes.

when does yaz get given the sonic???

also im not even gonna ask how any of this logistically works.

like i would have accepted ‘reverse the polarity’ into explaining how they can do this. like literally the one time i want them to say reverse the polarity and they don’t!!

they just leave the master there!!! why?? he is going to escape you idiots!!

‘we used to be friends him and me’ she brings this up because...?

the complete whiplash of this doctor never knowing what’s going on to miraculously knowing how to solve everything and save the day in an instant (this thought process is never shown on screen).

the building collapses around them, they stand 5ft away from it and there’s not a single scratch on them… okay.

‘she’s still not explaining anything then?’ like it seems chibnall is self-aware of this but then never develops so like… what?

‘i’ll never understand it’ me talking about chris ch*bnall’s writing.

i don’t understand what the damage to the master’s body is suppose to be??? like the doctor is one who’s body have been through the most trauma this episode.

like i’m pretty sure yaz isn’t the only person to care enough about the doctor to run out to her, it’s just insulting to other companions imo.

wow yaz is buff as hell to be able to carry an unconscious doctor.

i don’t know this regeneration is so meaningless and so tacked on. like the doctor doesn’t sacrifice themselves to save the life of others, she just gets shot by big space laser because *checks notes* we need to regenerate by the end of the episode. like as with all ch*bnall writing there’s no emotional weight to any of it.

and i still think it should be the force regeneration that causes the inevitable regeneration that just makes a lot more sense to me. and then it would also be an actual consequence of the story and not just tacked on for the sake of it.

literally no goodbyes!! again!! i hate it here 😠

the cloister bells aren’t suppose to ring when the doctor is regenerating?? it’s for end of the world situations.

im sorry when the doctor says ‘i want more time’ it just sounds like a tantrum, like it comes across as so infantilising. like this isn’t anything like the ‘i could do so much more’ speech. idk sorry to compare.

‘i don’t want this to end’ that’s why i’m going to leave immediately as soon as you ask.

‘a wise person once said to me goodbyes only hurt because what came before was so special’ sorry to be a fake fan again, who said this???

i know the ‘no one else got to live our days’ is the second doctor, is it all from second doctor??

‘i think i need to do this next bit alone’ …but why???

not even a hug… oof.

‘how is she? how was she?’ don’t ask how yaz is feeling then.

JO! MEL! QUEENIES!!

big W for william russell.

‘are you okay? is she okay?’ why is yaz never allowed to talk about her own emotions!!! she is such a passive character it hurts!! why do we ever only care about the doctor.

like i think i’m in the minority but i don’t like the thirteen’s ‘tag you’re it’ line. like it’s really childish and just continues to infantilising this doctor. why does the female doctor have to be treated like a child all the time it’s really fucking weird and never sits well me.

final thoughts: so this post is long enough so i’ll try not to repeat myself too much. mixed reaction. i feel like the anniversary ep clashes with the regen episode. while i like the anniversary part of this ep, i loved the references and the fan service feel good and natural and not forced, so points for that. although the regen side of the ep let’s it down. there’s little emotional build up to the actual regen, lack of emotional moments period. having a good story means having good characters and good emotional depth and ch*bnall severely suffers on these fronts. because of any lack of emotional depth, the characters just seem to exist moving from set piece to set piece without any satisfying emotional journeys. i find it very annoying that tegan and ace (aside from their convos with their respective doctors) don’t really get any reconciliation with 13 and so i ask what’s the point. their inclusion in this story is not to progress their character’s stories and arcs, rather they simply exist for obligatory anniversary cameo which whilst is nice, is shallow and lacking substance. whilst yaz is actually active this story in saving the doctor, she is of course helped by the doctor, who is doing all the brain work, and so takes away from yaz who still appears like a sidekick. also yaz’s exit is the most passive companion exit i’ve ever seen, did ch*bnall forget to write this, who knows?? i don’t understand yaz’s exit at all and i’m sure i’m not the only one. sacha dhawan is great as always and this is his best performance so far! his dialogue is significantly better this episode too which is great. i love his earlier scenes in the lecture theatre (i know it’s not a lecture theatre i don’t know how else to describe it) and going into unit, i think he plays the camp perfectly. i only wished we’d (a.) had a proper body swap between the master and the doctor, dhawan!doctor my beloved or b.)) had much more focus on the master’s plan especially the emotional depth to it, it’s gets very convoluted very quickly. the master!doctor seemingly has very little consequences and is undone very quickly for my liking. i also hated how passive the doctor seemed this episode, she barely reacts to the force regen situation and doesn’t even try to fight again it???? anyway i feel like i’ve talk a lot now, thanks for reading if you made this far!

#yeah this is a long one lads #dw salt commentary #dw commentary #<<< making a new tag to compile all my commentaries

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