#please don't judge me harshly

[m-bennet]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ — i committed mortal sins for you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ — oh here we go.

Classic from the tips of his hair to the tips of his nails. Unless only the Devil himself was now looking through his eyes, seducing him and plunging him into the very abyss, the center of all possible depravity that one could only imagine. And Tim would have to do it.

Handsome Devil. The biblical one had many names, but this one had only one. And he liked the way it sounded on Laughlin's lips.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

#fellow travelers #fellow travelers au #hawkins fuller #hawk x tim #tim x hawk #tim laughlin #text is from rp game inspired by supernatural & the exorcist something #not a native speaker so don't judge me harshly please! #matt bomer #jonathan bailey

[flightyalrighty]

🔫🔫 drop the playlist

The Playlist

^-- Everything before Zvvl is a character song. I won't say which song belongs to who. :3c

EDIT: The playlist was weirdly showing up as a 404 error on Tumblr so now it's a link. :/

#infested sonic comic #THE PLAYLIST #please don't judge me too harshly for my cringefail music

[cosmic-kaden]

Me? Roleplaying (in a sense) as I sleep? Uh yeah.. I may or may not (I do) have a few ASMR "in space" videos, just a deep consistent rumble as if on a space ship and it's playing super relaxing low instrumental music that feels more like ambiance than anything else with visuals of a room and large window outlook the vast space and twinkling stars as we gently glide past them...

Yes, I close my eyes and imagine I'm with ben, in our shared room on a ship, cuddled up together as we let the days stresses melt away as we fall asleep intertwined in each others loving embrace, whispering soft good night's and I love yous..

Is it weird? Probably to others but to me it's very comforting and makes me feel closer to Ben 💜 it makes me happy.

#please don't judge me too harshly 😭 ik its probably weird. sjsodnskd but hey it makes my stupid little heart so happy. #I feel more connected to Ben amd it makes me feel good. 🥰 #you had me under spell right from the start;

[hehevoldy]

Summary: The last scenes from XO Kitty, but from Min Ho’s perspective.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: XO Kitty (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kitty Song Covey/Min Ho Characters: Katherine "Kitty" Song-Covey, Min Ho Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Min Ho POV, Fluff, Confession

#fanfic #xo kitty #kitty x minho #min ho supremacy #i wrote this at like 1am so please don't judge me harshly #trying to get this brainrot out to continue writing my current WIP #kitty x min ho

[ghostshadowmx]

Mmm not particularly proud of this but it's not like. Burn in a fire and never look at it again level bad. So I'll live.

Have some Theatre Kid Duo. I didn't write this with Shadowpeach or Spicynoodles in mind but you're certainly welcome to take it that way if you get more enjoyment out of it that way.

I would refine this more but it was kinda meant to be a rough draft anyway so. Have. Lemme know if I should throw this on Ao3 as well.

Inspired by @pumpkinspice202's prompt. I kinda detoured from it a bit (whoops) but meh. Hope it still works.

   Red Son sat down in his “secret lair” with a huff of annoyance.  “That – little –!”

   “Kid beat ya again?” Macaque’s voice startled Red Son out of his seat with a yelp.

   “What the – what are you –?” Red Son cut himself off with a growl of annoyance and sat back down, resting his elbow on his desk and his chin in his hand.  “Unfortunately.”

   Red Son felt the uneasy prickle up his spine of Macaque’s eyes on him as he glared ahead.  The silence stretched out an uneasily long time, feeling physical enough Red Son felt like he could grab it and crush it in his hands.  Fire caught on the edges of his hair, emitting a small warmth that did not match the burning annoyance threatening to burst from his chest.

   Finally, Macaque broke the silence.  “Y’know, usually you’re not so glum after losing a fight.” Macaque rested his arm on Red Son’s shoulder, completely ignoring the glare Red Son sent his way.  “What happened?”

   Now, usually, Red Son was above dumping his issues on a stranger.  Usually, when the flames burst, they burst out in waves of bright hot fire in place of his hair, and irritated insults he could barely push past the thickness of anger in his throat.

   But this time, he couldn’t sputter out an insult or relatively empty threats, because his annoyance was from the Noodle Boy, and the Noodle Boy wasn’t there.

   “It’s so dumb!” Red Son snapped as he slammed his fists down on the table with a small thump and the click clacks of a couple plastic bottles vibrating against each other.  “He’s just so –“ Red Son hesitated as his fingers curled, struggling for words.  “S-stupid!”

   “Stupid, huh?” Macaque asked with a grin. 

   “You’re enjoying this too much.” Red Son muttered flatly as more annoyance bubbled in his chest.  “Yes, stupid!” He clenched his jaw and groaned softly.  “He runs right into danger, and he still wins!  Does he even know what impulse control is?”

   Macaque laughed softly.  “Sounds like someone I used to know.” He sighed and shook his head.  “Thought everything would be fine, as long as we were together.”

   “But he doesn’t understand that it’s not fine!” Red Son groaned.  “These things take planning, and time!”

   “But he thought he didn’t need to, because –“

   “’I’m the Monkie Kid!’, ugh!” Red Son growled.  “I hate his endless optimism.” He grumbled as he shoved his face into his hands.   “It’s going to get him killed.”

   “I hated how carefree he was.  I knew it would get us in trouble.”

   “I hate how he kids around mid-fight.  Like he’s never taking these things seriously.”

   “I hated how light he always kept things.  Like he never cared about danger.”

   “I hate how he’s always ready to run into fire to help his friends.  He never thinks about the danger!”

   “I hated how far he would go to protect the ones he cared about.”

   “I hate how he refuses to give up on anyone even if they’re beyond gone.”

   “I hated how stubborn he was.  How he’d never give up, no matter who he was against.”

   “I hate how he lights up the room just by being there.”

   “I hated how he always knew how to lift us up.”

   “I hate his stupid laugh.”

   “Dumb smile.”

   “The way he jumps around when he’s figured something out.”

   “The flip he does when the first firework goes off.”

   “The doodles he does.”

   “The paintings he did on the walls.”

   “His grin when I agree to hang out.”

   “How he lights up when I handed him the last peach.”

   “How his face softens when he’s really relaxed.”

   “The warmth in a genuine smile.”

   Red Son smiled.  The burning annoyance in his chest melted away to a softer warmth.  A warmth that came with seeing the Noodle Boy’s eyes glow when Red Son stayed a little longer.  A warmth that came with watched Noodle Boy hum contently as he doodled his family.  A warmth that came with seeing the soft smile, the joyful smile, the determined grin, every angle of every little type of real smile MK gave.

   And Red Son couldn’t help but find even the parts that annoyed him a bit endearing, too.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lmk fanfiction #lmk macaque #lmk red son #lmk theatre kid duo #I guess it's tolerable enough to tag #don't judge it too harshly please brain hates me today so I'm more doing this to distract than actually make anything good

[lenteur]

TOP 10 SONGS OF 2022 (insp.)

tagged by @xuseokgyu (thank you belle ♡)

in chronological order (crossing fingers): bamboleo - red velvet / better than gold & replay - nct dream / glitch - kwon eunbi / hijack - woodz / oscar - apink chobom / cyberpunk - ateez / moon prism - rocket punch / anywhere but home - seulgi / antifragile - le sserafim / halazia - ateez 

tagging no one because it’s too late now

#mycreations #mygfx #forbelleseyes #isaishi #mostlyfate #userhev #userjoanna #usermolly #usersha #usershinaryu #useryeonjuins #wabisarah #this looks... like something... idk what though #please don't judge me too harshly this is my first time trying something like this #the dates are not wrong it's just the french way to do it (day/month/year)

[psychewritesbs]

why would anyone think I have an obsession? how annoying.

anyways here’s that one panel of Sukuna/Megumi looking like Megumi/Sukuna that I cleaned up so that I could use it as my profile pic because I have absolutely nothing better to do... in case anyone is totally not obsessed like me.

#god I love jujutsu kaisen #I love him your honor #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #also my photoshop skills are subpar #please don't judge me too harshly

[misspoetree]

Give me mirrors and I give you analysis

I feel like nearly every single one of us has already lost their mind over the last ~6 minutes of episode 7 and written an in-depth analysis about it, pointing out some ridiculously clever, insane, beautiful, kinky detail. And I love that for us. 

But still: let me add my own thoughts to the burning madness and talk about the mirrors for a bit. Because using them in the scene like that was just a stroke of genius - on multiple levels.

Years ago, I went to a lecture about "Jekyll and Hyde", focusing on the representation of inner struggle in media. Regarding movies and TV-shows, the first thing the professor told us was this: "Look for the mirrors, look for the reflections. Organically doubling a character on screen like that, breaking them up into two (or more) versions of themselves - it's the oldest trick in the book, the easiest way to make inner struggle accessible to the audience."

It's very obvious in a way and yet it stuck with me - because once you realise the meaning behind the movie-usage of mirrors, you can’t ignore them. Because they are EVERYWHERE.

But back to KinnPorsche and the scene in question. Let’s start with Vegas. We as the audience know that every single one of his moves, every single one of his decisions is laced with bad intentions, with ulterior motives. He’s the most two-faced of all of them, especially with Porsche who still doesn’t know half of it. It would have been an obvious (and sensible) choice to use that old “mirror trick” with him, an easy way to drive the fact that he’s two-faced home. And yet they refuse to do it that way.

We only catch a glimpse of their reflection together as they enter the bathroom. Maybe a fleeting glimpse into another life, a fleeting what-if. Their reflection is never the focus though. Vegas is not the focus.

The camera only shifts after Kinn shows up, after he sends all the others away.

Because now it’s getting REALLY interesting. Because now we get to the part that’s about choices, about roles, about violence and love, about control and trust.

So, we get to see both them and their reflections at once, get to see the two sides of their personalities, the two sides of their relationship beautifully represented like that.

And still, they keep the mirrors and reflections so interesting, so dynamic.

Because let’s look at Porsche for example: we don’t see their reflections when Kinn is towering over him, making him small and vulnerable, but as soon as Porsche starts to push back, as soon as he stands up for himself, we get to see his reflection - and only HIS reflection. [It’s so brilliant I want to cry.]

Later, Kinn pushes Porsche against the mirror - and we don’t know what he will do until he finally apologises (thank God!).

But at this point, they’re both facing the mirror. Face to face with themselves, with the two sides of their personalities. Forced to self-reflect for a moment, forced to face the two sides of their relationship. To make a choice, to fix or break.

And then: light.

The mind-blowingly beautiful utilization of light when they finally face each other, reaching a deeper understanding of themselves and each other, an acceptance of an apology given.

No need to “explain” the kinkiness of the mirror in the things that follow or how aesthetically pleasing everything is.

But let me ask this: how did a BL show manage to reach THIS level of arthouse artistry?

Because I will certainly never be the same after this.   

#please don't judge my mistakes to harshly #english isn't my first language #and I'm only used to writing analysis in German lol #whoever directed this scene please date me #kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #kinnporsche ep7 #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche scene analysis #arthouse who I only know KinnPorsche #I love taking about mirrors #thai bl

[twilightarcade]

Im going to preface this next post by saying that my fried rice was indeed really good despite being clumpy

#wordstag #oh man. #this one is bordering on. Never ever seeing the light of day. But alas I said I would. Answer the question #just don't judge me to too harshly for it ok? do try to understand where I'm coming from #I'm not some. Heartless guy who would kill a clone of myself just because they happen to be a clone and therefore worthless in some respect #If you want to sound like. A dick #I don't think they're worthless #I think they're all as deserving as a fine of a life as myself #maybe even finer #but I just! Can't live with a clone #do understand that please

[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

Living with Paul: Mornings

Hi Team! 

Long time no talk! I haven’t written (or posted anything I’ve written) in a while! Life got crazy, then depression hit, and now I’m starting to get back to something I love. My current hyperfixation is Paul Bullion, so please enjoy this poorly written head cannon about mornings with this 6′3″ hunk of ginger joy.

Waking Up

-he's up before the sun

-first breakfast is the same: porridge with some kind of fruit and black coffee

-before you’ve even had a chance to roll over, he’s out the door and in the gym

-unlike you, Paul works out in the mornings. That’s his time for self-reflection and self-care

-after the gym, it’s back home to get started with the rest of his day

-he’s careful not to wake you up while he's in the washroom, but his constant need to hum to himself wakes you up - not that you mind

-it’s one of your favorite things about living with him

Music; all the music

-most mornings it’s a YouTube playlist on the telly, but today it’s a vinyl record from your collection

-(your wall of records was a non-negotiable when the two of you moved in together. Paul’s orders, not yours)

-on some slower mornings, you’ll wake up to him strumming on the guitar, singing a Paulo Nutini song

Dancing

-Paul wants to be as close to you as possible at all times

-because he doesn’t want to crawl back in bed, he lures you out with the sweet smell of coffee

-the moment your feet hit the floor, it’s over

-Paul has snatched you into his arms and is spinning you around the flat

-okay, you’re mostly swaying since your brain hasn’t completely caught up with your body, but that’s okay

-Paul doesn’t need a Dancing Queen, he just needs you, half smiling, half grumbling as he holds you close

Breakfast

-official (second) breakfast time is a team effort

-you make eggs while Paul makes pancakes (Remember, this is his second. He’s basically a very tall hobbit)

-once everything is ready, sitting down to eat is a quiet affair

-but there’s nothing awkward about it; it’s like sitting comfortably with your best friend

Touch

-Paul needs to be touching you in some capacity when you are together

-every chance he gets, he finds a reason to touch you

-a hand at the small of your back; gentle caresses down your arms; a light, playful smack of your bum

-his hand on your knee under the table while y’all are eating

-he’s not possessive, he just wants to know that you’re close and vice versa

No Technology

-Paul is known for sharing a good deal of his life online

-but when he’s with you, he makes a point to leave the phone behind

-in fact, there’s a rule in your household: no technology during meal times

-you love your uninhibited, uninterrupted time with him

-it’s especially important when he’s filming

-Paul’s job can have him pulled in 80 different directions, so it’s nice to have even 30 minutes with just him

Saying Goodbye

-this is the hardest part of the day for you both

-without fail, Paul finds every reason to stay holding you close to him

-if he could, he’d stay at home, holding you, running his fingers through your hair

-but you both have work

-Paul rides off on his bike and you immediately feel the loss of his presence

-it’s not just cold without him, but it’s quiet - too quiet

-there was a time when you valued the silence, but now it feels wrong; like an essential piece of you is missing

-before you’ve even had a chance to fully miss him, though, Paul has sent you a silly video or photo of his commute

-that’s one thing you can count on: no matter how far away he is, your ginger will always find a way back to you

#paul bullion #paul bullion head cannon #paul bullion fanfic #paul bullion fan fiction #fanfic #fanfic writing #writing #kasdeya writes #please don't judge me too harshly #this is the first thing i've confidently written in weeks

[pleaseignoretheseposts]

poorly formatted/edited zine of "landscape with the fall of icarus" by william carlos williams (i am unwell)

here's the og poem

here's the og painting that the poem is based on

#landscape with the fall of icarus #william carlos williams #poetry #zine #please don't judge me too harshly i am unwell #i'm also not a visual artist

[villainessbian]

A stupid poem: think of the consequences

I know it's great, there's lots to see When you tune on the old BBC,

But people start to fear and balk As soon as they hear the way you talk.

The Archers, Doctor Who, brilliant! But careful... 'cause you'll catch the accent.

One more episode and - Blimey! I sound like a limey!

#I had a thought #please don't judge me too harshly #this would not get out of my head

[project-catgirlpillar]

im so sorry for being like this, but im pretty sure 2100 years ago is 77 BC not 923 BC b/c 2023 – 2100 = -77

Hang on 2000-2100=-100+23=-77 you are absolutely correct and embarrassingly enough i had actually gotten it right before correcting myself in the wrong direction

#the ninehundred comes from me mixing up 100 and a thousand i guess #i swear i'm usually better at maths than this ok i'm decent at maths please don't judge me too harshly #idk man #wait shit nvm i think i actually fucked up the 900 by subtracting from 1000 instead of zero for some reason #literally why would i do that how do you even make a mistake like that #i really am just a fucking idiot huh

[avengers-rule103]

*sigh* i've been tempted to share this since i started it but the fear of people judging my music tastes has held me back 😅 so here it is, my stancy playlist. 🤷‍♀️

#stranger things #stancy #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #i'm nervous skgnsknfkdgjsk #don't judge me too harshly please #if ya don't like it you don't have to listen to it #that's fine #Spotify

[heartofspells]

Don't threaten me with a good time.

Can I have some Lily outtakes from healing edge? Either her going full Lily Evans Murder Mode or Sirius Needs Love And James Can't Shit His Bloody Trap??? (Or watching Sirius tippy tap more and more and being the proud Mom Friend)

I love your Lily so so so much

So, I had a second one planned (that's right, I was going to give you two, one for each scenario), but this one actually managed to take care of both? It also fried my brain just a little because it's heavier than I intended it to be. But I might still do the second one, and if I do, I will tag you. (that one with be lighter than this one, and it will take place after the main story)

Lily also turned out...not as murdery mode as I set out for? But she did her own thing here, which we've talk about before. I love it when the characters take things into their own hands. I'll never tire of it, so I let her do as she pleased.

Another outtake from At the Healing Edge of Broken, taking place during chapter 12, directly after Sirius' and James' phone conversation.

Cw: references made to rape

Lily clicks the screen of her phone off after texting Sirius and then stares at the black glass for a long, silent time, trying to sort out her thoughts and rapidly swelling emotions. She finally allows her hand to drop to her side as she looks up, eyes settling on her husband bent over his thighs on the sofa, head held in his hands.

"Why did you say that?" she asks quietly, voice far calmer than how she's currently feeling. James looks up at her, brows pinching, not comprehending. "About Gideon. Why did you have to bring that up to him, now of all times? Why, James?"

James sighs, looking and sounding exhausted, beaten down, sunken in on himself. But Lily doesn’t care, not right now, not about him. James is tired and a little wrecked, emotionally spent, but he's also fine. He's sitting in front of her. She can plainly see him. That isn't the case for Sirius. He'd left her yesterday a mess of himself, been gone all night, barely had any contact with them since. Lily had no longer been worried about him at the beginning of the conversation, taking James' side and words and slotting the pieces together quickly, but now, James has just shattered whatever peace Sirius had managed to find for himself, and Lily is wrathful.

"He needed to hear it, Lily," comes James' weary response. "He had to."

"Did he?" bites out Lily. "Right now? At this very moment? Because I don't think he did. I think you let your fear decide that for you instead of using your head."

James' hands fall away from his face, his mouth gaping open at her. He shakes his head a little. "He ignored us all night! Anything could have happened to him! Do you know where he is, Lily? Where he spent his entire night? With Remus!" he nearly shouts. "He ran to him yesterday and he's been with him since. And they – they've – " James stutters and falters, something devastating flashing through his eyes.

Lily clamps down on her initial response. "I thought as much," is all she says, and James looks furious and so very confused.

"You thought as much?" he parrots back, rising to his feet. "Sirius ran. He turned his phone off and then they slept together. He was hurting and vulnerable, and he let Remus use him, Lily!"

"Remus isn't using him," protests Lily heatedly.

"How do you know?" launches James back at her, like a whip cracking.

"Because I know him, and so do you." Lily tries to tame her voice back, tamper her tone down into something more level and calm. "I've watched Remus with Sirius. We've both seen how they interact with one another. You're not that blind, James. Remus cares about him. I think…I think he may even love him. That look he gets in his eyes whenever he looks at Sirius is filled with it. He's not using him. If anything, he's helping him. You know that as well as I do."

James digs his fingers into his hair, looking frustrated, groaning a little. "But that makes no sense!" And he's shouting again, spiking Lily's own anger back to the surface, her eyes blazing as they rest on him. "How can Sirius even do that? He can't even talk about, can't make jokes like he used to. He can't even watch the telly half the time, for fuck's sake! And that seems right, it seems normal from what I've heard and seen. Not wanting touch, shying away from sex and everything to do with it, including the act itself!"

Lily can't help it, she laughs, a little manically. "Are you mental?" she cries before she can stop herself. "It's not that cut and dry!"

She sees the look of hurt wash over her husband's face, and Lily instantly sobers, her rage and disbelief draining away. She stares at James and suddenly realizes that he's doing the best he can, working with the information he has, and that they've still not really talked about any of this they way they probably should have from the very beginning. Lily steps forward until she's standing in front of him, hand coming up to rest over his jaw.

"James, sweetheart," she says, tone gentle now, soft but firm, leaving no room for argument or interpretation, "it's not that easy, and none of this is that simple. It never will be. Everyone is different. Every situation is processed on varying levels and with a range of emotions. One thing that works for a person may not work for the next. Some people…they're never the same. They can never get back to themselves enough to ever talk or joke or even hear about it again, let alone act on it. But others, they process it in completely alternative ways. Some dive straight back in headfirst. They push themselves through it, whether it's healthy or not.

"And then there are the ones like Sirius." Lily pauses, James staring at her, absorbing her words as she swipes her thumb over his cheek lovingly. "They struggle, bounce back and forth, hide it away more than they should. But eventually, they find that person they can trust enough to…to let it all go again, to give up that control they've been holding so tightly. They find someone they feel safe with, who they know without any doubt won't hurt them as they've been hurt before, who they don't have to be scared with. Sirius isn't vulnerable, James. He's strong; he knows what's safe and what's not, especially now."

Lily inhales a deep breath, slotting her other hand over James' face as well. "I know you were terrified, love," she murmurs. "And I understand why. I also understand why you needed him to hear you about Gideon and what happened but believe me when I say he already knows. He shouldn't have turned his phone off, I do agree with you on that, but I also know he did it because in his heart, he knew he'd be fine and wouldn't need it. Sirius won't ever willingly put himself in that situation again. Not ever.

"But bringing it back up to him, all these things he knows, when he's finally allowed himself to let go enough to feel a small amount like himself again…James, that's not helping anything, darling," says Lily as gently as she can. James wilts a little in her hold, and she soothes him with her fingertips. "I know you mean well. I know you love him and just want him to be safe and happy. So do I. But you have to give him the chance to find that again, and not rip it away from him when he does."

James nods silently, his stoic expression beginning to crack and break. Then he's gathering her into his arms, pressing his face into the curve of her neck, his breathing a little ragged, jolting and shaking his chest against her own.

"I can't do it again, Lils," he says, his words muffled over her skin. "I can't see him like that ever again. He won't survive it and I don't think I will either."

Lily runs one hand over his back comfortingly, the other pushing into the hair at the back of his head. "I know, sweetheart. I know," she murmurs to him. There's nothing more she can say about it, can't promise that it never will, can't say they'll keep him safe, because those aren't promises anyone can rightfully make and hold to with solid, unbreakable grips. So she holds him instead, lets James stutter all his fears and woes into her flesh, her bones, her heart, feeling them as much as he does.

#at the healing edge of broken #wolfstar #lily evans potter #james potter #sirius x remus #sirius/remus #unedited please don't judge harshly #ask #answer #outtake #send me your burning desires #my writing #holli writes