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bunnywabigheart · 3 months
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HASAN NSFW HEADCANNON PLS ANYTHING WORKS!!
ask and you SHALL receive
I’ve been a longtime hasanabi fan (established in 2021 🫡) and I’ve heard WAYYY too much into about this man’s sex life you’ve picked the right person lol
NSFW HASANABI HCS!!! ❤︎₊ ⊹
- you’ve known Hasan since 2020 but you two only started OFFICIALLY AND PUBLICLY dating in like march/april/may 2023
- and if you had KNOWN the dick would be THAT GOOD you DEFINITELY would’ve confessed ur feelings earlier
- you’ll be seeing sex through a WHOLE NEW LENSE
- from dating for maybe like three weeks you already know what makes Hasan “break”
- anytime yall are out with friends? teasing. IRL stream he can’t end abruptly just to fuck you? teasing. halloween? forget it you might as well just wear a bikini because we all know that costumes being ripped APART
- your lowkey obsessed with his hands oh mannn
- and bestie…if ur into cosplay better start running (I remember one time he might’ve said something abt being like addicted to roleplay??? BUT DON’T QUOTE ME ON IT)
- he is going to want to fuck u IN cosplay
- literally thinks you’re the most beautiful thing ever to exist
- tbh you blow all his ex’s AWAYYY (am I projecting…? okay fine I am a little bit lol)
- but fr you really do he looks at you like you created the universe
- and I’m not saying you’ll be “addicted” to his dick bc “addicted” is a strong word but idk
- during his streams you’ll be bursting in and being like “heyyy whatcha doing?”
- trying to watch and engage in whatever he’s watching, trying your best to tease him without getting a TOS violation or banned, etc., etc.
- him trying to shoo you away with a stunlock but then coming to see you during a “pee break”
- y’all spend at least ten minutes going at it
- chat going like “bro is taking a long ass piss 💀”
- comes back sweaty af, hair messy…yeah we all know what happened buddy you can’t fool us
A/N: I’m so sorry I couldn’t get more requests out I’ve been so busy with school and shit and haven’t been on tumblr or even watching many of Hasan’s streams lately :’( but here’s my present to u ily all see you soon!
xoxo,
bunny!
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funtimefloof · 1 year
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Helping (T)eddie Bear
Eddie Munson x plussize!fem!Reader
a/n: I'm currenly on my period and I wanna pass away, the last time it was this painful was 2020 :') I felt the need to write about Eddie taking care of reader during her menstruation. I needed some Eddie comfort. (I'll apologize if he seems a little oc, I tried my best) This is kinda self indulgent, that's why plussize :P
Warnings: tiny blood stain, menstruation, period cramps of agony, lots of fluff and maybe a little cheesy......I got carried away
Wc: 1.7k
!Not proofread!
Agony is one way to describe how I felt, the other way I'd describe it would be that Michael Myers went completely havoc in my uterus.
I shot up from my pillow, my eyes ripped open, before I squeezed them close again, feeling the dreadful feeling in my lower stomach.
That could only mean one thing. As fast as I could I stood up and hurried to the bathroom and just like expected; I got my period.
As sight of frustration left my dry lips. I cleaned myself up and went back to my bedroom, hoping the mess on my bed wouldn't be too serious. Thank fuck, it only was a little stain which would wash out easily.
So I pulled off the mattress cover, went to my bathroom to wash the stain first, before I threw it into the washing machine.
The second I got to my bedroom again, a harsh pain snapped through my lower body, causing me to almost fall as my knees felt like jelly.
Regaining my strength I made my way to the kitchen and went over to the telephone on the wall, before dialing the number. I was out of painkillers, so the only thing that came to mind, was to call him.
It rang and rang, but nobody picked up. Sighting, I hung up the telephone and was already on my way back to my room, before the clear ringing tone of the telephone caugh me off guard. I shuffled over, grabed it and immediately heard the groggy, sleepy voice of the person I adore the most.
"Hey, is everything alright, my love? You're usually not awake this late at night. " He sounded tired, which made me start to feel bad. "Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you...." My voice wavered a little as a small tear went down my cheek. He seemed to notice that my voice was off somehow "God, baby no, you didn't wake me, I already woke up a few minutes ago, to go take a piss."
I could hear right through his lie, but decided to not question it any further, cause I didn't want it to end up in a discussion.
He broke the silence again, noticing that I stayed quiet as he just heard almost inaudible sniffs coming from the other line "What's wrong, love? Are you alright?" the concern in his voice was evident, so I quickly replied "Can you please come over? I need you right now."
Hearing the desperation in my trembling voice, he replied without hesitation "I'll be there in 3, love." As fast as he answered, the loud beep on the other line, singalised that he hung up right after, so I did the same.
Leaning against the wall next to it, I took a sharp intake of air, before small whimpers and cries left my throat as tiny tears went past my eyes. The pain was so uncomfortable and highly unnecessary at this time of night, I thought.
Not even 3 minutes passed and a few rushed knocks were heard at the front door of my trailer. Leaving my spot on the wall, I went over and opened the door, meeting the eyes of my favourite person.
As soon as he saw my tear stained face his gaze softened a little. He stepped into the trailer, closed the door behind him and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him.
"It hurts so bad, Eds." my voice was muffled due to me being snuggled tightly in Eddie's embrace. Softly stoking my head he let out a small humm, before backing away a tiny bit and leaving a loving kiss on my forehead.
Having already figured out the cause of my pain, he let his hands start to wander and before he had to chance to try and lift me, I stopped him in his tracks "Don't."
"Why, what's the matter?" The stroking motions of his hands on my arms made me melt down into his embrace once again as the cold metal on his fingers gave me a weird but calming feeling. What did I do to deserve this man? He's always such an angel to me.
"I'm to heavy...." As soon as those words left my mouth, he cupped my cheeks with his ring adorned hands and looked deep into my glassy eyes. His expression showed confusion, but at the same time his beautiful brown button like eyes radiated warmth, comfort and reassurance.
"My love-" He took a deep breath, while caressing my face, wiping the new coming tears away "I don't want to hear you talk down on yourself, ever again." He started to leave butterfly kisses on every inch of my face "You, my love, are the most precious creature I've ever laid my eyes on. The only things supposed to leave those pretty lips of yours are, only positive things about yourself and the sounds of pleasure that I get out of you, alright?"
I suppose he tried to brighten my mood with the last statement, which he definitely succeeded with as a quiet giggle left me right after. Sneaky Fox.
Without a warning he picked me up bridal style, which caused me to squeak as I felt my feet lift up from the floor, before he carried me towards my bedroom.
Gently he eased me onto the bed, quickly threw off his leather jacket and his shoes, before climbing in next to me.
My arms sneaked around his torso, while I slowly tried to hook one of my legs around his, trying not to put too much weight on him at once, but he just grabbed my thigh like it was nothing and hiked it up. Once again I snuggled my head into his chest and took a whiff of his scent. My quiet humming vibrated against his chest, while he was lovingly stroking my head again.
I could still feel my insides being ripped apart, but I tried to keep my emotions down, because I wanted to enjoy this moment with him, being held in his arms. We stayed like this for a little while, just existing in this moment together as two people who were so undoubtedly in love with each other.
Sooner or later the pain has gotten to a point where I just couldn't keep quiet anymore, so I just hoped that Eddie couldn't hear my silent whimpers of agony. Despite my fragile attempts, he noticed "Baby, if there's anything you need, just talk to me. I'm right here. Let me know if there is anything you want me to help with."
I silently started crying again, before I broke the silence "Christ, I'm such a sensitive bitch, crying over the littlest things. And you? You're such an angel, so calm and reassuring. Do you have any idea how much my heart hurts just knowing you're the most perfect human that I could've ever asked for in my life?" before I could continue with my rant he interrupted me with a small kiss.
"Love, as much as I love you throwing compliments at me, periods make you sappy. You know, I'm far from perfect. You on the other side? The best and most perfect person." His comment made me look at him with puppy dog eyes before I tightened my arms around him and started to cuddle the hell out of him.
"You are my personal Teddie bear, you know that?" He just chuckled at my statement, before slowly removing his arms around me and smirking down at me.
With a last peck to my cheek he shot out of bed and left the room. Since it was just getting comfortable I was confused for a second, till he returned some minutes later with a cup of chocky milk (cause chocky milk makes pain go away, yk?) and a glass of water.
After he set the things on the bedside table, he crawled onto the bed again, but this time instead of taking his place next to me, he placed himself at the bottom part of the bed, before slowly starting to lift my legs. I was curious about his actions, so I let him continue. He then shimmied closer, with his knees on the mattress, before he laid my thighs on top of his.
With eyes full of love and adoration Eddie glanced at me, his hands on my hips, as if he was asking for permission to continue. I couldn't deny his sweet face, so I gave in.
He started lifting up the v neck sweater I was wearing, but stopped halfway. The soft touch of his hands ghosted over my belly, while the cold metal of his rings gave me slight shivers.
Not even a minute later, he was using a little more pressure as his hands went a tiny bit lower. In return of his actions he got to hear a relieved sigh. Suddenly his hands switched positions from my torso to my thighs. He kept on kneading them in nice circular motions, before he switched back to massage my lower stomach.
From time to time he switched between those two areas, sometimes leaning over and leaving soft butterfly kisses on my collarbones and my cleavage.
During the time he was handling my body with utmost care I was able to drink my choky milk. Sometimes I'd hiss if he went a little to deep, but as soon as he'd notice he would go softer again.
In the middle of the procedure he began to hum along to my favourite song which, along with the massage I was getting from him, made me really sleepy.
The only thing I could remember before falling asleep is Eddie leaving a loving kiss on my lips "Good night, baby. I love you"
I don't know how much time passed, when I opened my eyes again, but it was still dark outside. Eddie laid next to me, snoring slightly with the moon illuminating his face and I couldn't help but to admire him. I lightly touched the side of his face, hoping he wouldn't wake up "I love you too"
A small smile graced my features before I cuddled myself into him and fell asleep with the help of his breath's calm movement. Two hearts beating as one.
(small nsfw extra)
Imagine Eddie massaging your thighs and your tummy, while fucking into you with a nice rhythm, during your period, because he heard somewhere, that it helps with period cramps ;) (Steve told him)
(not @ me finishing this, on the last day of my period lol. writing takes forever).
Please if you noticed any mistakes, make sure to let me know, so I can change it. ^^
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raincoffeeandfandoms · 8 months
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The Wandering Jew (Modern!Alfie Solomons)
Part 1: Winners and losers.
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Masterlist.
Summary: March 2020. The world is living another pandemic and London isn't the exception. The owner of “The Wandering Jew”, a bed and breakfast Inn, lives there. When the government finally decide to start a quarantine, he's forced to close his Inn. Inside there's no one but Alfie and his dog, Cyril. And a woman who couldn't return home.
Warnings: Covid–19. Mentions of harassment. || Other than that, none.
Words: 2.2k
A/N: There's a flashforward, necessary for the plot. I included a real person here. I regret nothing 😌. The rest is March 2020.
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May, 2020. Twelve weeks since the beginning of the lockdown.
Alfie was standing there, in front of the glass door looking at the man in front of him. The blond, well-known man, was looking at him furious. The same dumb expression the people used to mock about him. But angry. How dare he, that jew, rip him off?
"Ten millions pounds, Solomons" said the man, sending the money to Alfie's bank account. Then, he put his cellphone back again in his pocket.
Ten fucking millions pounds in one night.
The bank knows. The blond man talked to them that same morning. No questions. Just, please, ignore the unusual transaction. They obeyed, of course. It's not the first time either.
Alfie knows how to deal with rich, greed men. But this one is special.
His new girlfriend, appereared behing him when just when the blond man turned away. Yet, she recognised the figure. She gasped.
"Was that...?"
Alfie nodded.
That was Boris Johnson, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. The fucking Prime Minister. The previous night, playing illegal poker online, Alfie won ten millons pounds because his cards were better than Johnson's cards. And because he was clearly smarter than the PM.
"Do you think he will take revenge?" she asked.
"How?"
"Extendening the quarantine?"
"Fuck..."
Great Britain was in crisis because his PM was an useless man and because he was pissed off with Alfie Solomons.
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March 20th. Three days before the lockdown.
"Yes, mom..." the plane had landed twenty minutes ago and she was waiting for her baggage. She was talking to her mother who was in USA. "Yes, I know! Everything here is chaos, too! Listen! listen! If I see this congress is going anywhere I'll take the next plane back to New York, ok?"
Her mother was looking at the news when she called her.
"I told you not to go!"
"Can't you not tell me 'I told you'? I'll be fine, okay? I'll buy some masks and alcohol. I'm not planning to leave my bedroom unless it's absolutely necessary. But there's not quarantine here yet. Maybe it's not that bad... "
Maybe.
She was born in London 28 years ago. At the age of twenty her whole family, that's her mother and two younger brothers, moved to New York. There, she started to work as a journalist. Eventually, the oldest of her two younger brothers started to study law. The other one, was still in high school.
And now, she was there in London because there was a feminist congress and she was part of it. Everything was perfectly planned in 2019. But that a unknown virus was attacking people no matter where they live, wasn't part of the plans. But the congress was still ongoing, because no one said that it had been suspended, so...
She picked up a cab, once she grabbed her baggage. She found a nice Inn, weeks ago, in Booking.com and she made a reservation. Since she was jew as well, the name caught her attention "The Wandering Jew". She thought it was cool.
She looked through the cab window. It felt nice to return home.
Alfie Solomons was watching the news. The world was burning and people couldn't do anything. China was trying to control the virus and Italy was collapsing. There were few cases in England, although according to the government they had everything under control. But he knew the government was lying.
At least, they still had freedom and people were still going to their jobs. His inn still had guests and he was expecting few more.
She was trying to get her luggage out of the cab when her cell phone rang. She answered without looking thinking it was her mother, but the voice on the other end of the line made her hair stand on end. Not him.
" Beautiful. Where are you?"
"I told you a thousand times not to call me that, what the hell do you want?"
"You didn't come to work today."
"I'm not in New York, what the hell do you want?"
"If you're not in New York, then where? Are you alone? A girl like you can't walk alone."
"I'm a grown woman who can do what she wants, including being alone wherever my fucking ovaries want. What the fuck do you want?"
She looked around. The sign "The Wandering Jew" stood out on the brick wall decorated with flowers. She was losing patience. It wasn't yet an hour since she'd arrived in London and she was already tired. It was not her idea to start her arrival like this.
"I want you to tell me where you are. I can pick you up and share a coffee with you, love."
"Let me tell you things again, since you don't seem to understand. I'm not your love, I'm not going to be. Don't call me beautiful, and last and not least, don't bother me anymore!"
"But…"
Alfie was texting to his friend, Thomas Shelby in Birmingham, when a sweet female voice caught his attention. Her words weren't sweet at all.
"You can suck a dick, asshole!" she exclaimed at the same time she pushed the glass door, entering the Inn.
He looked at her and a smile appeared in his face. He saw the cellphone on her hand. Obviously she was talking to someone else, although it seemed that those words were her way to say "hello" to him.
"Fucker," she said ending the call.
Lawrence Evert, of course. A coworker much older than her which only purpose in life was to harass her. Sending her unwanted messages, pictures and calls. The worst part is she couldn't block him because they were part of the same team. Even when, according to her, a monkey was way smarter than Lawrence Evert. Now, that she had left New York, he decided to investigate why. And why without telling him. Or without him. In his primitive brain, her mean words were nothing but her way of telling him that she was in love with him, the same way he was in love with her.
Could she denounce him? Yes, of course she could. But that meant losing her job because his mother, an old woman who was the devil incarnate, owned the workplace. And her son, even though he was past 40, was still her baby. And she couldn't afford to lose her job.
The good thing about being on the other side of the ocean now, was that she was free to walk around the city without feeling that Lawrence Evert would walk up to her when she least thought about it. Her last boyfriend didn't believe her when she told him that Evert was stalking her. She wasn't surprised, but she was surprised she didn't realize sooner what kind of guy her ex, whom she'd been sleeping with for almost four months, was.
But, now she could allow herself to breathe. When she raised her head again she saw a bearded man looking at her with a smile on his face.
"Sorry," she rushed to say. "I don't usually come insulting into public places. An unexpected and unwelcome call."
"No worries. It was funny, it's not every day a woman walks into my b&b and the first thing I hear from her is that she tells someone to go suck a dick." Alfie looked at her again and she chuckled. "You have a reservation?"
"Yeah, sorry, yeah. I made it online weeks ago, Rose Coldwell is my name. I paid in advance." She watched as he typed the name into his computer to check her words. As he watched the screen, she touched the leaves of a plant on the reception desk. It was pretty, green with shades of purple. Alfie gave her a sidelong glance.
"A wandering jew," he said.
"I know, my mother used to have these plants when I was a girl. I hadn't seen one in a long time. I guess it makes sense, considering the name of the place."
Alfie nodded, "That's partly why I have these plants, yes." Then he turned to her again, looking into her eyes. "All is in order with the booking. Welcome to London, then, Ms. Coldwell." Before she could thank him, he swiveled in the chair he had to grab a key, "room 44."
"Thank you,"
"We serve breakfast from 7am to 10am. If you need something at any hour, every room has a phone. Just press 0 and we'll help you. My name is Alfred. Or just Alfie."
Rose nodded and Alfie watched her go. "Call me," he said to himself.
Over the next two days, things started to get really complicated. The woman organizing the congress said she was waiting for news from the government. The Prime Minister spoke on TV saying that everything was under control, but everyone could see that this was not the case.
On March 22nd, the social anxiety was palpable and the queues in supermarkets were beginning to be noticeable.
Alfie was not at reception, but Ollie, one of the two men accompanying him at the lodge. The other, Ishmael, was working the night shift.
Rose was holding a cup of Starbucks she had bought on her way out, but decided to hurry back feeling the mood of the people. The tv was on and both she and he stood watching the news.
"I think they're going to shut everything down," Ollie commented, "It's happening all over the world, why not here?"
"When?"
"I don't know. Tomorrow, maybe."
Tomorrow. Rose grabbed her phone to buy a return plane ticket even if she had to spend her savings on a ticket. All she found was that the website was collapsed. The comments on Twitter were discouraging and the complaints kept adding up. Airlines raising their prices, people demanding more planes, a shortage of staff to deal with all the complaints and above all, no seats available.
Rose called her brother. Between the two of them they tried to get a ticket, even with stopovers in other countries, but it was not possible. The airports of the world were closing down little by little in order to control the virus as much as possible.
All to no avail.
March 23, 2020. Beginning of the quarantine.
"Yes, ma'am, you have to go." Alfie was at reception controlling his grumpiness.
Finally Boris Johnson announced a total lockdown throughout his territory. Only hospitals, pharmacies and supermarkets or grocery stores would remain open. Restaurants and food stores only with take away. The rest closed until further notice. That included hotels.
"But I'm on vacation, I can't leave!" The tall, blue-eyed woman, was looking at him angrily.
"I don't run the country, ma'am. If the government is saying you must leave, I can't do anything. Go home and you can come back when the quarantine is over. I will take into account the days you paid for or I can refund the money now. But you can't stay."
"I won't leave. I paid for this! You can't make me leave."
Alfie frowned, he didn't want to have to be rude to a woman but that one was wearing on his patience. She had been complaining for close to twenty minutes now. "I can and if you don't back off, I'm going to call the police, ma'am."
"How rude! I am a lady. I demand to be respected for the days I have left. I have to walk around and see museums."
Rose, sitting in one of the reception seats and still trying to find a ticket, with her brother and mother on the other side of the world trying to help her couldn't concentrate. Between the nerves, the anxiety, the near certainty that she wouldn't make it back to her family, the last thing she needed was a person pretending that everything was fine and that life was going on as normal.
"People are dying, lady! There's a fucking virus killing us all and everything is closed, what fucking museum do you want to see? Seriously, are you stupid?"
The blonde woman gasped. They were all crazy, there was no virus, it was all a plot so she couldn't enjoy what she deserved. But she wasn't going to tolerate such disrespect in someone like her.
"My lawyer will be contacting you."
"On what charge will you accuse me? Respecting the quarantine imposed by the fucking government?"
Still indignant, the woman put on her sunglasses and left. Maybe she'd find a better place than that bed and breakfast. They'd see, she'd rate it a star on their website. Alfie rolled his eyes as she left. Hopefully he wouldn't see her again.
The rest of the guests left civilized and those who would be going that week cancelled the reservation.
The sun was setting when the place was completely empty, not since its opening had it been like this. Alfie sent Ollie home and called Ishmael not to go to work. He would stay there, he lived there, after all.
But not everyone had left. That woman, Rose Coldwell, had been holding her phone in her hand for hours. Apparently she hadn't gotten a ticket and Alfie wondered when she would get one. If she ever did. He allowed her to stay there that night. Maybe the next morning, she could still get a ticket on the last remaining flights.
A sign posted on the door indicated that the bed and breakfast was closed. London was slowly falling silent. But inside the inn something was beginning to wake up.
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shadowkoo · 6 months
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Every Child Matters
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I try to share a similar post each year with the purpose of educating those who may not know about Canadian & American indigenous peoples and the struggles we have gone through generationally. But honestly, this year I am pissed off so my tone in some areas may read as such. I will not apologize for that.
I am angry that so many people don't know (not your fault, it's the media's fault and their lack of coverage up until recent years). I am angry at both countries' leaders for doing the bare minimum for many years. And I am angry that so much of my ancestor's history was removed and altered from the truth for centuries.
However, I am glad that with each passing year, more people are learning, and I truly appreciate those who care enough to show their support.
With that said, please mark your calendars and wear orange on September 30th! This is your official reminder! Please continue reading and consider sharing this post so more people are aware 🧡
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September 30th is known as Orange Shirt Day, the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, across Canada and North America in remembrance of those who suffered in US/Canadian Indian Residential Schools. We recognize the harm done to generations of children by the Indian Residential Schools and share our collective histories as an affirmation of our commitment to ensure that Every Child Matters! 
Remembering the 150,000+ Indigenous children who endured physical, mental, and sexual abuse at these residential schools; trauma that continues to be felt to this very day by survivors and their families.
Children were stolen around this time of year to attend these ‘schools’. Parents who fought to keep their kids would often be arrested and/or beaten, it was nearly impossible for them to keep their children once the police and school officials showed up to take them. And even once the school season was over, they were not returned to their families.
We knew many children had likely suffered and died from the abuse, but could have never guessed the atrocious number of remains that we are now finding.
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As of May 2022, The remains of over 6,000 children have been recovered from unmarked graves at the locations of these former residential schools within Canada, and 500 have been discovered at 19 schools in the US. However, the Interior Department said that number could climb to the thousands or even tens of thousands.
For reference to help you digest how large the numbers will become when all schools have been properly investigated, there were approximately 139 schools in Canada and so far only (as of May 2022) 36 investigations have been completed in Canada. The US has identified more than 400 schools that were highly supported by the U.S. government during their operations, and more than 50 associated burial sites, a figure that could grow exponentially as research continues.
This wasn’t as long ago as you might think. The last residential school in Canada closed in 1998, only twenty-five years ago. As of 2020, 7 off-reservation boarding schools continue to be federally funded.
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“Kill the Indian, Save the man” was a common phrase in these schools. Being Indians was savage, but we were ‘savable’ in the eyes of their Christian / Catholic God if we were stripped of the things that made us indigenous.
I am lucky enough to know survivors. I am alive because of survivors.
Survivors taught us younger generations about the horrors they dealt with in residential schools. Beaten, tortured, murdered. Watching other children die from diseases grown in their unclean living situations. ‘Forgetting’ what tribe a child is from and giving them to another reservation to care for until the following year when they’d be taken away again. Raped girls who survived traumatic births at a young age only for their babies to be thrown in the furnace. Sterilizing boys and girls so that if they were released they couldn’t create any more ‘indians’.
These children were ripped from their homes, watched their parents die if they fought to keep their children, were forced to cut their hair (our hair is as sacred as our traditional clothing), and beaten if caught speaking in their native languages. As a 'reward' for good behavior in school, certain children were sent away to live with white families as slaves to 'learn the white way' during long breaks between school periods. 
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Keep the families of those who lost loved ones who never returned and the survivors who lived through unimaginable trauma in your hearts. On September 30th wear orange. Join a protest. Support indigenous peoples every day, but especially on September 30th (National Day for Truth and Reconciliation), June 21st (Canadian National Indigenous Peoples Day), and October 8th (American Indigenous Peoples Day). Share our stories. Educate yourself on our history, not the false history written in books by white men, churches, and governments that supported and endorsed these institutions.
Because Every Child Matters.
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Resources where you can learn more:
Orange Shirt Society
CBC News - scroll to find the map
NPR
CBS News
CNN News
The Indigenous Foundation
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wendytestabrat · 1 month
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the death of eric cartman rant #2: proof stan is the one who despises cartman, not kyle (FROM THE VAULT [2020])
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In “The Death of Eric Cartman” when Stan, Kenny, and Kyle were all pissed at Cartman for eating the skins off of the KFC like this was when they realized Cartman went too far and they started questioning why they’re even friends with him in the first place. But I wanna point out how it was STAN who was the one who was pissed off the most about this, not Kyle. And yeah Stan had every right to be, bc earlier in the episode Cartman and the rest of the boys were over at Stan’s house. Cartman was a guest at Stan’s home and he ruined the kfc that he was looking forward to his mom bringing home. And I’ve said this before I think the reason why Cartman is friends with the group is mainly because of Kyle. I mean Stan is much better at ignoring Cartman and avoiding him and stuff but Kyle is the one who always keeps giving Cartman attention which makes Cartman think he can hang around them all he wants. So when Stan was like “why are we even friends with him anyways” Kyle is like “hello?! I’ve been saying this for years!1!1” but it’s like bitch it’s Kyle’s fault why they are friends with Cartman and he’s acting like all he’s been doing is innocently hating him just like Stan hates him. And then Stan is like “well it’s not like we’re nice to him we rip on him all the time” and Kyle goes “yeah but he thrives on that”. Which I found interesting bc it shows that Kyle actually does have awareness on how Cartman is and he knows that all this time they’ve really just been giving Cartman attention that he likes, Kyle just chooses to do it anyways because he likes to argue with Cartman and spend time with him. Stan was the one in this situation that actually came to the realization that they needed to just ignore him then to get him off their back. Kyle went along with it too but I think it was just Kyle being fake and trying to put on the show that he hates Cartman as usual. Bc we saw throughout the episode that Kyle was the one who had the hardest time actually trying to ignore Cartman and he was still paying attention to the things he was doing. But I think the reason why the group is friends with Cartman has just been because of Kyle, and Stan only tolerates Cartman because Stan is friends with Kyle. And I’m assuming Kenny is closest with Stan. So that’s how Kenny ended up around Cartman too even though they both don’t give a fuck about each other and Cartman says he hates Kenny all the time djsjjsks. And Kyle doesn’t like Kenny either.
update 2024: ok that last part aged badly bc we all know cartman & kenny are bffs i’m sorry. in all fairness tho this was before we got the episode “dikinbaus hot dogs” which showed cartman & kenny actually have a more positive friendship than we thought lol
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mrdarcygenderenvy · 2 months
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Recent Austen adaptations yelling
Ok I DID make this blog to review historical-set Pride & Prejudice adaptations (with an exception made for iconic B&P). But for everyone who was DEFINITELY WONDERING, yes I have also been storing away a lot of opinions about other recent Austen adaptations that I Must Tell Someone.
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Fire island (2022)
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A modern gay party cheesy rom-com P&P that genuinely made me laugh. Having seen some other (whiter) cheesy gay romcoms that were extreeeemely PG & playing it safe, I was pleasantly surprised.
Also Bowen Yang and his story just came across really earnest in a way I was into - would watch this man cry again, 10/10.
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Personally as an extremely disabled british nerd (now tragically unable to travel and/or go to the club...) this gay scene is a long way from my queer scene. But I still had emotions, you know?
Kinda wanted more of the Mary analogue and generally just normal looking people (almost everyone is so ripped) but I appreciate that's how beautiful smooth people often look in mainstream american films, we can't have everything.
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DARCY WATCH: I do not want to dress like this adaptation's chinos Mr Darcy. But Conrad Ricamora was generally great and very hot and awkward and understood the assignment. Good ice cream throw.
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Emma (2020)
I know I know, it's pretty... but I don't think that's enough!!!!!
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Lovely production, beautiful costumes, a candy wes-anderson cinematography that really suits the story, and it's fun to notice references to actual outfits and prints from the time but lads. LADS. UNPOPULAR OPINION TIME: Where is the chemistry???
You can’t make Mr Knightley a nice sweet boy (so funny to have cast a posh folksy singing man) and leave the plot the same and expect it to work!! Also I was personally pissed off that a lot of the promo/ ads for this made it look like ~forbidden love~ when it's the 2 richest white people in town getting together?? ? There's actually not even a class difference in this one, guys.
Basically this romance was nothing to me!!! I felt nothing!!!!!!!! WHERE'S THE DEPTH
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I did like the bit where he lies down though. Relatable.
Also why are you drawing so much attention to the servants when you don’t seem to have anything to say about class...? 'Wow look how many servants they had! Anyway, they don't get any speaking lines'... it's 2020 guys!!! like what are we saying here. 'isn't it cool to think about how people were rich'??
kind of the point of Emma (character) is she's pretty superficial, but the story does not, in fact, have to be
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Persuasion (2022)
Weeping softly into a pillow........ did you know this version meant a version with Sarah Snook and Joel Fry got cancelled?? we could have had it all
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(standing on a table yelling) THE MODERNISATION WAS NOT THE PROBLEM WITH THIS FILM!!!
Honestly I actively liked all the entire secondary cast in this. Louisa and Mary were extremely charming fun takes to watch. ('I'm an empath' IS right for the character if you're doing modern jokes!!!) And nobody can deny this was a correct and powerful use of Richard E Grant.
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Henry Golding was naturally great. Apparently he got offered the lead and took the villain instead, which DOES mean the villain is super charming and fun to watch which is... hard to match and.... kind of shows up.... the main man.
It's been said before but the main two were WOEFUL imo. I have no beef with the actors I just question the DIRECTION and whether anyone making this knew (or cared) why people... enjoy things.
Book Anne is the quietest gentlest loser and I LOVE HER and so does basically every Austen nerd. Making her a quirky wine-bath girl who's honestly just cruel sometimes fully stops the main romance chemistry and plot from working.
And it means the main boy is still like 'god I'm so horny for how KIND AND CAPABLE YOU ARE' which is just 100% no longer true. You can't transplant a personality in a romance but leave the plot the exact same and expect it to work. The chemistry IS the plot in a romance..........
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you can't act morally superior to your siblings and still rate people out of ten.... also so funny to me that everyone else gets period outfits and hair whereas this protagonist looks like she just glanced at a picture of any time in the past and grabbed a couple shirts from primark. it doen't even look good or build character!!!!!
Anyway, not to be an elderly man like 'ohhh why does nobody care about character these days' but the reason something like Clueless works is because it has the heart of the story right, instead of just copying the surface level stuff.
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Bunny who loves Lando so much and has been with him since 2019, but you didn't sleep together until 2020 or something because Bunny wanted to wait and make sure she loved him. But, Bunny has known Carlos for so long and adores him and most of the tips Lando get are from Carlos.
Bunny being Carlos's and Lando's human pocket pussy and Bunny even cries and feels hurt when Carlos goes to Ferrari. She still goes to him but then after Daniel, Oscar joins and Bunny can't help but feel real love again for one of Lando teammates and she holds back with oscar because what if he leaves again
Well Bunny goes to Carlos after another Oscar and Carlos incident and Oscar is pissed, storming into Carlos's driver room and freezes seeing Carlos fucking you soft and deep and filled with I loves you and now that rage is filled with jealousy and goes straight to Lando.
Sweet Lando smiles and tells him that since Bunny is busy he can help with the situation in his pants
PLS her being guarded bc she was close w carlos and daniel and they left😭 her knowing she’s not like a bargaining chip or a reason for them to stay at mclaren but she’s still sad ab it bc like.. the mclaren drivers plus bunny is an iconic trio nm who lando’s teammate is.
oscar wanting to rip her away from carlos bc he went in there to call him an idiot for causing the incident and hearing him tell bunny he loves her while she whimpers underneath him??? that should be reserved for him. hes not even bf af that point but he’d go to lando ranting and raving about it and halfway thru be like yeah i KNOW shes ur girlfriend but like . what the fuck??? and lando’s just waiting for him to stop ranting and kiss him, probably ends up cutting oscar off mid sentence with a kiss and is like “i can distract u until she comes back” and oscars like yea ok pls help me forget what i just saw!
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Hiii I really love your art! I'm always impressed how ppl like you are able to simplify drawings like this and still get the emotion across! I'd like to ask how long you've been drawing/how long you've been drawing cartoons and how you learned designing your own characters/style and drawing all those face expressions?
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Hi! Thank you so much!!!
Lately, I've been really frustrated with my art and style and technical abilities, so honestly, thank you for giving me a minute to reflect on where I've been! I'm annoyed at the obvious mistakes I am noticing in the things I've posted over the last few weeks but I realized during this that it's always a process and growth is forever.
This got longer than I intended, so I'll put the rest under the cut.
I've been drawing for a very long time, probably for most of my life. And for most of it, I have not been very "good" at it. I had friends who were very serious about drawing in middle school and high school, and in college, I used drawing and fandom to deal with depression and anxiety. Then I started dating late in college which took up all of my spare time for drawing, and then I had a really nasty breakup with my first (emotionally manipulative) partner. I was really depressed (not because of being single but because I didn't know who I was anymore), so I didn't draw or write for yearssssss (I did somewhat but not seriously and loathed everything I was creating).
Then Covid hit and I felt like drawing again.
This was four years ago that I made this comparison of my art. I genuinely like what I was doing in 2012 more than what I put out in 2020. So it's not a matter of how long you've been drawing but consistency and a willingness to take risks (and learn from failures).
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You can see I wasn't thinking as 3-dimensionally in 2020 when I started to draw again. The character's expression is really bland and you can see I was focused more on aesthetics than character. I think I even recognized it at the time, and I was really pissed about it.
I guess it's been four years since Covid started, and four years since I really jumped back into drawing regularly. I won't pretend that I know a lot--I very much do not, but here's what has helped me in the last few years.
Think in terms of volume and shape. I always warm up with perspective exercises. I often use posemaniacs' 30 second drawing practice for about 10-15 minutes, or I draw a ton of 3D boxes and spheres and triangles. I like to draw stacked boxes at various angles just so I can get my brain to wake up and see 3-dimensionally.
Know what you want to draw and draw with intention. This sounds obvious, but sometimes, I pick up my pen and just. Draw. Like I'll draw a face or a body but it's just completely soulless and boring because I don't know what I want. Draw with emotion, and have a purpose. Otherwise, your drawing will be lifeless and boring.
Ditch "aesthetics." Seriously. Focus on character. Draw that person ugly. If it's a sexy character and you're focusing on their emotions rather than how attractive they are, it will turn out sexy regardless. For example:
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This was supposed to be scary, but people got horny for it anyway.
Anyway.
Your character will determine "aesthetics." Your character wears ripped tights because THEY think it's cool (or they trip a lot and scrape their knees), not because YOU like ripped tights. This is not a hard and fast rule, it's just what works for me.
For example, I don't draw Sirius wearing band t-shirts because I don't think he'd care about Muggle bands (at least, I don't think he'd care enough to advertise that he did). Consider why YOU wear band t-shirts. My partner wears his death metal shirts because he wants to support small bands and talk to strangers who like the same, obscure music (I hate those fucking shirts but he needs to live his truth lol. Some are ok and have beautiful art, but others are gross and weird).
Point is, focus on character.
Side note: If you want to draw a hot character (or if you want to BE a sexy real person honestly lol), you need to internalize this: Sexiness is a state of mind. If you are a sexy, confident person, it doesn't really matter what you look like--people will want to be you or fuck you. This applies to characters as much as it does to real people. It's about being you, focusing on your strengths, recognizing your own worth, keeping boundaries, and giving people your full attention when they speak to you. Seriously. That's basically it. Ask me how I know.
4. Make faces while you draw. I use photo references to understand how the face works, but what helps me the most is when I physically make the same face while I'm drawing. That way, I can feel which muscles are moving in my own face. Plus, I love acting and playing pretend, so I get to "be" that character while I'm drawing. I'm a naturally expressive person and communicate with my eyebrows way too much, and I think you can see that in my drawings.
5. Study other artists. Do this all the time. I particularly love to watch process videos and observe sketches. Here are some videos, books, and artists that I regularly visit or study:
TBChoi -- this person is my favorite artist stylistically. Just search their name + expressions and study. They just understand the way muscles work in the face so well.
Aaron Blaise -- okay, full disclaimer, I've heard some weird things about this artist, so I don't purchase their materials. However, I have practiced with his videos for years and found them exceptionally helpful.
Artists on Instagram I tend to look at: sleepy_kc, krosrios, starbite, rhiwynter
And artists who have influenced me since I was a kid are Tealin, Rufftoon, Shoomlah, Makani, and so many more.
6. Oh. And also, draw things other than people. Draw animals, draw landscapes, draw that weird building. Play with shape and perspective.
And look, I'm not a professional. I am an underpaid English teacher with ADHD, an Intuos Pro, and a horniness for a particular fictional character. Take this with a grain of salt and just do what works for you.
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bcofl0ve · 1 year
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what started in beautiful rooms pt.3 | an austin butler x priscilla actress!reader story ❀˖°
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part 3/? • (part 2) | RATED M MINORS DNI
summary: “what happened between you and austin?” is a question you dread. it makes your gut twist, even if only proposed through a pointed look. the short answer is “a lot”. the long answer is more complicated.
word count: 3,420
warnings: implied past infidelity, age gap (reader is 21 when the story starts, austin is 28), unhealthy relationship dynamics, explicit smut, rough/angry sex, crying after sex
chapter summary: you knew acting out on him wouldn’t feel good in the morning, but certainly that was nothing you couldn’t retcon.
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i live for comments and love talking about my writing! pls feel free to come chat via anon (or off anon!) anytime. more than happy to share headcanons and what not (-:
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January 5th, 2020 | Queensland, Australia
You’d almost forgotten what you did when you first woke up, until you turned your phone on to so many notifications it felt hot in your hand. There was a missed call from your manager, five texts from Bebe and four from Austin. You opened Bebe’s first, biting your lip as you read her encouragement not to dwell on what your Instagram comments were saying because she knew you’d crawl across broken glass before you helped someone cheat.
Right, Instagram. You opened the app before looking at the missed texts from Austin, holding your breath as you clicked onto the comment section. It was more or less what you’d expected, down to people saying crueler things about you than they were about Austin.
Speak of the devil, a fifth text came through from him before you could even open the others.
I get done at 9:00 tonight. Your place or mine but we need to talk and you can’t ignore me forever. 
You clicked it open, reading the messages he’d sent last night and earlier in the morning.
Hey- not that you don’t look cute but I don’t think the photo in my shirt being up on your Instagram is a good idea.
I’m calling Vanessa first thing in the morning about a breakup statement, I promise.
??? Did you fall asleep?
Vanessa just ripped my fucking head off. Is your phone even on? Your manager is trying to get a hold of you too, called me and I told her I’m just as clueless here. What the fuck Y/N?
Squeezing your eyes shut and opening them again like it would make all of this magically go away, you opened Instagram back up and deleted the post. Tossing the phone off the side of your bed, you rolled back over and stuffed your head under your pillow. 
You’d know what to do after a few more hours of sleep, surely.
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Unfortunately three more hours of sleep didn’t magically equip you with an idea of what to do, or the guts to do anything short of ignoring everyone- save for shooting your manager a text about deleting the post. 
You forced yourself out of bed to move into the living room, throwing on Netflix to distract from the notifications, grateful you hadn’t been needed at set today.
Austin called at 9:03, sounding almost a little surprised when you answered.
“Oh hey, not like I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day or anything.” He said, voice tight. You bit back a sigh, poking at the box of takeout food you had sitting on your lap that you suddenly weren’t hungry for anymore. Austin kept talking even though you didn’t respond.
“I’m pullin’ out of the set lot right now, am I comin’ to yours?” He asked, and you bit the inside of your cheek for a second before giving him a half mumbled “Sure.”
He hung up after a clipped “Kay, bye.” and you tossed your phone down onto the couch, running a hand over your face.
Austin brushed past you without a greeting when he arrived, kicking off his shoes in the direction of the rack by the door, the boots landing against the floor with a thud. You had a half a mind to tell him not to stomp into your house like a pissed off toddler, but stopped short. 
"I deleted the post." You said and Austin looked up, hand coming up to tug through his black locks, face hardened. "Coulda' done that last night instead of siccing my ex and everyone that's ever been a fan of her on my ass."
You hadn't poked around much for what anyone had been saying about Austin. And it wasn't that you didn't believe he was getting a tongue lashing, you just didn't have it in you to care. Turning to walk in the direction of the living room, you picked up the remote and turned the TV off, still holding it when you turned back to him to talk. 
"You said that if something came out you could release a statement and it wouldn't be a problem." 
Austin didn’t seem to like the sarcasm, rolling his eyes with a huff.
"Yeah- and that wasn't a free pass to go nuclear Y/N,” He replied, eyes wide as he gestured- talking with his hands. “Not just on me either, what you did was disrespectful to Vanessa and you know it."
His voice was bordering on a yell, and you were a combination of jarred by that, and pissed off about the deflecting. 
"I disrespected Vanessa? You were her partner- you owed her your loyalty Austin, not me."  You replied, matching his tone. "When she was ripping your head off- did you tell her about Novemberr?"
He seemed to deflate a bit at that, which answered your question before the flat "No,” he gave even left his mouth.
 "Yeah- and I'm the one without respect." You scoffed, and Austin looked like he wanted to say something else but he just pressed his lips together in a tight line, arms folded. You quirked an eyebrow up at him.
"What? If you have something to say to me, let's hear it." 
He shook his head, looking at you through narrowed eyes. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?’ 
Taking a step closer and uncrossing your arms, you looked at him squarely. You didn’t know if what you were about to do would translate, and it crossed your mind that it would be humiliating if it didn’t. But you were taking the shot while you had it.
"You have somewhere else to be, another secret girlfriend?" You asked, trying not to let the look that crossed his face steer you off path. "Or are you gonna stick around if I tell you you can take this," You continued, bringing a hand up to gesture at him. "Out on me."
Austin’s eyes widened for a moment, and he rubbed his chin- looking away for a second before he responded.
"I'm pissed- doesn't mean I wanna hurt you." He said cautiously, and if you weren’t after something here you probably would’ve found that sweet. 
“'s okay, I think I earned it.” You tried. bobbing your head to the side as you softened your voice from the tone you’d just been taking with him. 
His pupils darkened as he seemed to come around.
“You have the shirt around here somewhere?” He said, and you motioned to your bedroom with your head as you took a few slow steps backward in that direction, running a hand through your hair. He looked past you, voice low when he spoke again. “Put that on and nothin’ else, I’ll be there in a minute.” 
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You heard the bathroom door open and shut from your bedroom as you stripped down and grabbed his shirt from your laundry hamper, spritzing some of your perfume over it before you slipped it on and got into bed. 
What felt like hours, but was probably closer to ten minutes, passed before Austin came into your room stripped down to his boxers, setting the rest of his folded up clothes on the dresser before you got a good look at him. His hard cock was pushing through the thin fabric of his Calvins, and you assumed he’d started without you when he was in the bathroom.
He swallowed thickly when he saw you sitting up against your headboard in just the Hawainn shirt, crossing the room and crowding into your space as he got in bed- pushing you down against the pillows.
“Who knew this shirt would cause all this trouble,” He whispered, rubbing the fabric between his fingers before he dove in to kiss you. He pushed your shirt open to grope your boobs as he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, his erection pressed against your thigh.
He pinched your nipple between two fingers, yanking his hand back abruptly when you whined into his mouth.
“You think you’ve earned that?” 
You shook your head, Austin pulling back to tug down his boxers and discard them to the side. He stroked himself, smearing precum around with his fingers before bringing two of them up to your mouth, tapping on your bottom lip. 
Opening your mouth just enough to suck on his fingers, you felt your sex throbbing as your gaze fell to where he was jacking himself off with his free hand, little breathy moans leaving his mouth as he watched you. 
He pulled the digits out of your mouth when he was satisfied, trailing them down your body to your center, brushing over your clit enough to elicit a slurred “Aus,” before he pushed his index and middle finger into you. He was barely deep enough for you to clench around him, but just far enough that you writhed at the sensation when he gestured inside of you in a ‘come here’ motion. 
When he pulled them out after a minute, he brought his hand up the base of your neck. 
“All the prep you’re getting tonight, pretty girl, that okay?
So sweet even when you’d given him your blessing to be a dick, you thought absentmindedly.
“Said to take it out on me, I meant i-” You started, cut off by your own yelp when he pushed all the way inside with one swoop. It was overwhelming, bordering on painful, but you shifted your hips under him and tried to adjust. Inhaling sharply, you exhaled suddenly when he grabbed both of your wrists up in one hand and pinned them above your head.
He started to move without warning, his pace faster from the start than it normally was. You still felt impossibly tight as he drilled into your pussy relentlessly, grinding up against his pelvis, needing friction on your clit that wasn’t coming. 
Austin chuckled, grabbing your chin with his hand that wasn’t occupied.
“You need something baby?” He muttered, slowing his thrusts enough to be able to talk, but slamming into you harder to make up for the change in pace. “Should’ve been good, good girls get their clit touched.” 
You choked out an apology through moans as he fucked you into the matress, unable to keep from writhing underneath him- your body moving on it’s own accord.
“Stay fuckin still.” He muttered harshly, hand drifting down from where he’d been holding your face to your neck. And you tried your best to lay still, but even the slight pressure on your airway went straight to your arousal. Doing anything consciously, even willing yourself to not move- felt impossible.
You’d been expecting some reaction to that, and Austin pulled out, yanking you up by the wrists onto his lap as he sat back. He pushed you up so that you were on your knees straddling him, his own legs spread open.
“You wanna move?” He asked roughly, smacking the side of your hip. “Ride me then, show me how sorry you are for being a little brat.”
You squeezed your eyes shut as you sank onto him, your breath stuck in your throat as he pushed you down till you were filled to the hilt. He didn’t protest when your arms wrapped around his neck and for that much you were grateful, your grip on him tightening as you tried to readjust- and refind the angle he’d just been nailing you at.
He grabbed your hips to drive up into you and found it himself, groaning when your walls tightened around him as you started to move. Loud moans flew out of your mouth as you rode him- and you tried to grind your clit into his pubic bone.
Which took notice of that after only a few seconds, squeezing your hips so hard that his nails digging into your skin made you wince in pain. If he noticed, he didn't seem to care.
“Did I say you could get yourself off on me?” He huffed. “I’ll tell you when you can come doll.”
Swallowing, you tried to slow down your movements to keep yourself away from the edge. But how hard Austin was jackhammering up into you left no room for that- especially not when he brushed the pad of his thumb over your soaking clit. 
He only stayed there for a few seconds before he yanked his hand back, wiping your arousal off on your cheek as he pulled you in by the neck to kiss him.
Growing overwhelmed, you paused to take a breath, about three seconds passing before Austin had his fingers wrapped around your throat, mumbling a harsh “Keep movin’” into your mouth. He pulled his hand away after a minute to kiss down your neck, grabbing a handful of your ass as he left a trail of marks you knew you’d have to put a pound of makeup on in the morning.  
And you wanted to be good, wanted to wait until he gave you permission to come. But the combination of his dick pounding against your cervix and his fingers coming back down to circle your throbbing bundle of nerves made the coil in your stomach spring undone- completely out of your control.
“Fuck- Aus I can’t- ‘m- Oh,”
Your body shook as you climaxed, your release making a mess of the both of you as you moaned his name to your ceiling. Your walls hugged his cock and you heard him groan as he followed right after you, shooting off inside the condom with an animalistic growl.
Chest heaving, you almost flinched when he pulled his hand off your ass and grabbed your chin, turning it towards him- fingers pressing into your cheek.
“Dad- I told you to wait. You know how to listen?”
Managing a little nod, you felt tears pooling in your eyes, the grip he had on your face that was preventing you from looking away taking you from feeling bad to worse- and quickly.
You’d meant it when you asked him to take it out on you, but seeing him look at you with so much resentment now that you were starting to crash just made your chest tight.
“‘m sorry.” You croaked out and you saw realization- alongside guilt flash in Austin’s eyes before he dropped your chin like he'd been burned.
He moved back to pull out and you crawled off of him- swiping at your eyes.
“Shit- honey you should’ve told me if I was goin’ too far,” He said, looking almost scared to touch you.
“Austin I consented, I’m fine,” You started, taking a breath as you got out of bed and onto your feet. Austin let out a little sigh, scooting to the edge of your mattress, looking at you seriously. “You’re about to cry, you’re obviously not fine.”
You were touched that he cared- truly. But the longer he looked at you like a wounded baby deer the closer you got to really crying in front of him- something you still had enough shame to want to avoid.
“Just a little overwhelmed,” You said, grabbing your phone before taking a step closer to kiss him, nails coming up to lightly scratch at his cheek as you pulled away. “I promise.”
He didn’t look like he quite believed that. But you added something about wanting to shower and he let you grab pajamas out of your dresser and leave without protest, your head starting to hurt as you shut your bedroom door behind you.
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You flicked the shower on the second you closed the bathroom door but didn’t get right in- taking a shaky breath and leaning against the sink counter as you looked at your phone. The first notification you saw was a text from Bebe, a follow up to missed call.
saw you deleted the post. everything okay? i’m in town for another few days if you want to come crash at mine and watch stupid movies and forget about austin while you still can. love you!
The notification under that was a DM message request from Instagram, the lump in your throat growing like a weed when you saw the username attached to it. 
Vanessa. 
The nausea that rolled through you was so strong it outweighed the curiosity in regards to what exactly she had to say to you and you swiped the notification away, putting your phone face down on the counter. You felt your chin wobbling as you got into the shower- and let a little sob escape into your hand as the water ran down your back.
It wasn’t that Austin had pushed too hard- if you were being completely honest you’d been into what you goaded him into, really into it. 
It was that on top of the guilt about November you still hadn’t shaken, that had been inching it’s way to the front of your mind since Bebe told you to ignore your comments because she knew you’d never do that. On top of knowing Vanessa had been hurt enough to say God knows what directly to you. On top of your last few days of normalcy before Elvis really kicked into gear going to hell in a handbasket.
A part of you wished you could just will it all away, hop in a time machine and go back and stop yourself from auditioning- or even responding to the email from your manager about the casting notice. 
But you couldn’t do that- or stay in the shower forever. 
When you’d at least halfway collected yourself you got out and towel dried your hair before putting on the t-shirt and shorts you’d brought into the bathroom with you, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes fell to the hickies littering the base of your neck and you ran your finger over them tenderly, your lips tugging into a bit of a smug smile. There was an upside to every down, afterall.
You padded back down the hallway to your room, and weren't exactly surprised to discover that Austin hadn’t left. In your absence he'd gotten redressed into the joggers and t-shirt he showed up, looking up from where he was scrolling on his phone when you came in. 
"You can kick me out if you want. Just felt like it would be a douche move to leave when you were upset." He supplied, the anger that had been in his eyes just an hour ago replaced with something softer. You gave a little shake of your head, crawling into bed and sitting up next to him.
"I really am sorry- about the post." You started quietly, and he put his phone onto your nightstand as you talked. "Stupid of me to do something like that when I've been the one worrying so much about this," You gestured between the two of you. "screwing the movie over."
Austin nodded, waiting a second to make sure you were done before he spoke. “You’re not stupid,” He said softly, reaching out an arm to wrap it around your shoulders. You scooted a little closer to him on instinct, allowing your head to drop to his shoulder. 
“And I'm sorry you felt like you had to do all that to get what you needed from me.” He continued, pressing a kiss to your hair as he squeezed your shoulder where his hand had come to rest. 
“You’re my girl, don’t ever want you doubtin’ that.”
When the first three words left his mouth it felt familiar, and you realized after a moment it was because they echoed a scene in the movie, his voice slipping into a southern drawl that made it sound exactly like it had at the table read just a week ago.
And you weren’t sure how you felt about that. But it was sweet.
He was trying- and that’s what mattered. Mattered more than how the thought that he sounded more like Elvis Presley than the Austin you’d spent the last few months with made you feel.
You hummed an affirmative “Mhm,” into his skin as he reached around you to turn your bedside lamp off, laying all the way down and taking you with. Coming to rest with your head tucked into his neck, a leg wrapped around one of his, you closed your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat through his shirt- saying a silent prayer that the past day would be the closest you ever got to losing him.
xxx
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xipiti · 9 months
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As the band of intergalactic monsters strapped guitars to their battle-worn bodies, thunder and rain pounded the NPR building outside. As if the late Oderus Urungus was pissing his blessing from Valhalla, the prophecy had finally been fulfilled: GWAR came to destroy the Tiny Desk once and for all.
On Feb. 15, 2020, a parody news site ran the headline: "GWAR asks NPR's Tiny Desk Staff if They're Ready to Get Their A******* Ripped Open." My text messages suddenly blew up. Is this real? No, it's literally fake. Can this be real? Little did they know I'd already been talking to one of the group's underlings since 2019 to bring the Scumdogs of the Universe to the office of seltzer and sensibility.
For nearly four decades, GWAR has terrorized planet Earth with its gratuitously blood-soaked stage shows and grotesque satire. The interplanetary warriors have made comic books, beer, BBQ sauce and, um, adult toys. But, most importantly, GWAR has written some of the raunchiest, silliest and hookiest heavy metal songs, four of which were performed at the Tiny Desk to a giddy audience. No heads were decapitated, but Blöthar the Berserker and Pustulus Maximus did invade All Things Considered afterward to part from NPR with these immortal words: "CDeez nutz."
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PART 2 OF MY FIRST TIME IN RAINWORL
PART 1 HERE!!!!
I don't care if you didn't want it, i'm doing it anyway!
today we have more people in the dialog (probably), so:
Doc - person from the previous post
Lily - new person who was also struggling with rw
Me - me, Elsa Fogen
october 18, 2020
Me [21:43] : you crawl out AND THERE'S THAT THING SITTING
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Lily [21:24] : ahhahha they're blind, but can hear very well Me [21:46] : that bitch sitting right where i need to go
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Lily [21:24] : throw a rock, it'll be distracted and go away Me [21:58] : threw at it and it ate me :)
october 19, 2020, new chat
Me [19:15] : Which wai is better..........
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Lily [19:25] : Hi everyone Can i scream here about stupid scavs Me [19:32] : Yes and i'm gonna scream about FUCKING OCTOPUSES AAAAAAAAAAAA DIE BITCH
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Me [19:44] : alright FUCK i'm tired of this shit fucking longlegs Me [19:44] : i like them, BUT THEY PISS ME OFF SO MUCH WHILE PLAYING AWJMLALMOWAJA Me [20:17] : SO, actual question, which way is better? Me [20:25] : chill
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Me [20:31] : fuck
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Me [20:39] : what the fuck...
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Me [23:07] : I THINK RAAAAAAAIN IS COMING
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Me [23:09] : AH FINALLY
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NEEEEEEST Lily [23:09] : how you managed to lose all your karma as monk? Me [23:11] : two words FUCKING LONGLEGS scary
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Malevich's black square
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Me [23:11] : minus fucking eyes
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Me [23:40] : *FURIOUS SCREAM OF HATE*
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Me [23:40] : why hello
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Me [23:40] : you don't need a translation they said there's no dialog they said AND NOW I CAN'T UNDERSTAND SHIT
october 20, 2020
Me [00:02] : what happened????????????????????
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Lily [00:03] : he will kill you if you keep coming back or stay after he told you to leave Me [00:04] : UM
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Me [00:14] : um
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what's with karma Lily [00:15] : Five Pebbles made you maximum karma Me [00:16] : alright then. where do i go next? i don't understand shit Lily [00:16] : go after orange Me [00:18] : ?? Lily [00:18] : Well. That thing that shows you the way Me [00:33] : HAHAHAH IT WAS FUCKING KILLED AND I HAVEN'T SEEN IT IN AGES Lily [00:34] : It comes back after If it didn't that means that you ate neuron from Moon Me [00:38] : i don't think so... i didn't eat anything from Moon and it was killed in citadel Lily [00:38] : you're glowing It means you ate white fly Me [00:40] : i didn't eat from Moon Lily [00:40] : Ok, then why are you glowing? :D Me [00:40] : i ate those flies only at five pebbles, BECAUSE THERE WERE NO OTHER FOOD Lily [00:40] : idk then ahhh by the way Five Pebbles tells you where to go Me [00:51] : ahkepadwaha fuck would be great if i understood him Me [01:08] : rip my thing, good thing it was
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Me [01:08] : what the fuck
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After that i used a passage and teleported to outskirts, and saw my overseer again. I can't find any messages about that but i remember that i didn't visit chimney and sky islands on my first time lol. also i got very poor translation for the game yeah
Me [22:18] : what are these things
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Me [22:52] : AH SHIT THIS FUCKER TOOK MY EXPLOSIVE SPEAR THAT I CHANGED(( Me [22:52] : FUCKING ARSENAL HERE
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Me [22:52] : THE FUN THING IS THAT I DIDN'T DO IT Lily [22:53] : WHATDOYOUMEAN who did then??? Me [22:52] : I DON'T KNOW SCAVENGERS PROBABLY WHY THO THEY HAVE STASH NEARBY BUT MY GAME STARTED LAGGING BECAUSE OF IT LOL
Also this conversation i think it's funny
october 21, 2020
Doc [0:30] : ELSA I'M GONNA EAT YOU NOW Me [00:32] : why :0 Doc [0:33] : I asked you many times who would you be in rw. Just to draw. Me [00:33] : ah. idk. a cat mb, i don't know anyone yet Doc [0:33] : Which? 🗿 white. yellow. red. green. dark-blue. almost black. light blue. another light blue. orange. maroon. Me [00:34] : speckled purple 🗿 Doc [0:34] : purple Me [00:34] : kidding ЪAWHWAZH AWHZWHWHAHW SINGLE BRAIN Doc [0:34] : IT EXISTS IT FUCKING EXISTS *sends picture of sleeping spearmaster* -------- Me [12:51] : by the way, i will have this glowing forever? Doc [12:51] : What? Me [12:52] : well that appeared after i ate flies at Five Pebbles Doc [12:52] : I think yes. Me [12:52] : Nice By the way, overseer showed up And was killed by fucking scavengers twice
october 22, 2020
Me [0:12] : FUCK HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME O U T there's one place, very deep well and there no pipes to climb up and there's shelter up there i fell in that well couldn't go further and long story short i'm like sitting there thinking what do i do i had an option to die but i didn't want to and so i decided to wait till the rain and go up with water AND IT WORKED Me [0:18] : my genius plan worked here
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Lily [00:19] : AAAAAA NO WAY SO IT'S NOT AN EMPTY PLACE IT'S A PIT??? THANK YOU ELSA THANK YOU VERY MUCH SMOOCH SMOCH SMOOOOCH Me [0:19] : I'm just not afraid to take risk sometimes you can farm karma later anyway (but in some places you'll lose more while farming) Lily [00:20] : i just though it's gonna rain like in open place Me [0:21] : i believed and hoped that it's gonna be flooded and no rain Lily [00:22] : How did you HOW DID YOU EVEN GUESS THAT Damn You're my salvation Me [0:23] : i can't climb onto damn deers((((( they're slippery bitches Lily [00:24] : they also sit on you Me [0:25] : OR DON'T SIT AT ALL
and here you can see my internal explorer had beed awakened
Me [0:25] : h m what is this pipe and where it leads...
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Me [0:25] : and He R E
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Me [0:25] : standin
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---- Me [17:52] : i'm trying to make good relationships with scavengers
october 23, 2020
Me [15:59] : WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ORGY
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Me [16:02] : FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK I'VE JUST NOW UNDERSTOOD HOW TO SIT ON THESE CREATURES
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oh, the bird was sucked into the ground Me [16:03] : - so what's with the money? - what money - money that i invested in in stopping rains (it's a reference to an old meme...)
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Me [16:03] : WELL FUCK IT THREW ME AWAY
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Me [16:07] : DUDEEEEE
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Me [16:11] : FINALLY YESYEEEEEESSS NEW SHELTER
WELL I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO MAKE PART 3 BECAUSE OF IMAGE LIMIT
LIKE AND REBLOG FOR NEXT PART OR WHATEVER
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cloevr · 28 days
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it still drives me insane how i got so autistically into oingo boingo and danny elfman literally months before the allegations came out... and of course oingo boingo i can listen to detached from that because it was a whole band with other people and all but.. some stuff is sort of like... especially his newer album to me is unlistenable now, what pisses me off the most is he put up this stupid fucking punk feminist like front like "kick me" lyrics being about old self absorbed pervy celebs/billionaires who treat people wrong like... thats literally you you fake old bitch !!!! and also this whole 2020's midlife crisis mental snap complete change in look and teaming up with younger cool punk leftist edgy artists and shit like. now considering the nature of the alleged things he did in the past maybe im reaching but it feels... suspect. that he was worming into those circles working with legit really cool people and everyone talking about how hes so fucking cool and reinventing himself and all this reverence he would receive is like nauseating now. particularly what bothers me on top of all that is working with all these young women the same age as the two alleged victims.... it just feels creepy to me because the allegations werent out yet during all that time and i cant help but be paranoid. the women he manipulated both were younger and looked up to him and because of that they put up with a lot of weird shit he did and they felt they had to because he was... danny elfman... he was their mentor figure like.... anyways im just saying i really hope he hasnt done anything similar since the time of the most recent accusations, but most recent was literally 2015-2017 that was just a few years agoooo!!! it all feels so fake now just... reinventing out of nowhere to be this shirt off tatted ripped sort of damaged eyeliner edgy rockstar that in hindsight feels so ick... its crazy i really thought he was genuinely cool and all but now its like.... well... [puts bleach in my eyes]
#op
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absolutely-wretched · 3 months
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the twilight reveal (my dissertation)
I'm back on the Buffy comics train and just finished the second to last volume of season 8 for the first time since 2020 and here we goooooo (read more so if you want to hurt yourself physically and emotionally with spoilers you can, but you have an out.)
Twilight's mask comes off. I remember this. I don't remember it in detail, but my head instinctively goes into my hands. The trauma. The pain. The cringe. I've never felt so betrayed by Joss until I read the single worst thing he's ever written. and it hurts, just like in 2020. except not i'm reading it with my fiance and it compounds the cringe.
Spike got his SOUL BACK FOR YOU. He died for YOUR CAUSE. And just like when Angel comes back to give her the amulet, it all goes out the window for captain fucking forehead and I'M PISSED. Not to mention the most painful sex I've ever had to witness. Painful in the sense of cringey. Also, is Buffy possessed by Twilight too? Because why in all fuck would she be superpower fucking her ex just because he says "don't you want to be happy?". He's not acting normal at all, and all of this is bombastically weird and makes very little sense and Buffy just does it without questioning it? Let's live in our own microuniverse? WHY?????? Help? Why? Joss what were you going through when you wrote this??? I couldn't have come up with something worse when I was writing fanfiction at 14. I know that's the worst hurdle in the comics but damn. At least there's swearing in the comics, though, I'm not complaining that, it's very realistic.
Okay and why is NO ONE concerned about angel losing his soul??? Everyone knows it's happening and no one asks. Buffy doesn't ask. I'm screaming at the pages for someone to ask bc I'm asking and it makes no sense. the chill days of me defending the writing choices of buffy and satsu and taking mecha dawn in comedy stride are over. what in the absolute fuck. I hate it so much.
so then we get to buffy rejecting this INSANITY finally and that's cool. fuck destiny and all that. there's my girl. my selfishly driven girl (and no, that's not a chracter trait the comics invented, i could write a dissertation on buffy's character flaws from the show, they just seem to be amplified in the comics). dawn is actually the only one who seems to be questioning everything so i'm now team dawn. and xander rejecting buffy. i like xander a lot in the comics.
The best thing about this volume is this:
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But I fear, since it's the end before the last volume, that i will be SO FURIOUS about a lot of things said and done in the issues cooming up, since we will have Spike and Angel and Buffy all in the same room together, and I really hope they don't do to Spike what they did in s5 of Angel which is downplay how great he is to make captain boredom look better in comparison.
and GOD i miss lynch so much. i'm not sure if it's the people writing joss's ideas or writing with joss, because I know lynch wrote after the fall but it was joss's story, so I'm thinking maybe the people writing the comics might have made it worse (even if joss's story BEATS for this was already bad). I at least know whoever storyboarded made a god damn mess of it, because half the time i couldn't figure what was going on based on the drawings in the panels.
ALSO I had this rant in the tags once about how much it bothered me that they took away Spike's black nail polish after he got his soul, genuinely annoying me that something so iconic was ripped from his design. so YAY for the return of the nail polish! Keep it!
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kyl3gutz · 6 months
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headcannon time !!
This is a big headcannon post pertaining to the 2020 halloween gif because I'm a curious boy here. plus we're close to the spooky season so I think it's a good time to post this for festivities sake
this is a post about how I think each of them died :3 TW: Discussions of death
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theres the gif I'm on about, I know that this is probably meant to be them in costumes but LET ME HAVE FUN BROOO
this takes appearence into account as well as what is known about each character, let's go!
We'll start with the one I'm most certain on and end on the one I'm the least certain on.
So first up is Wally!
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Although I see damage, I believe he did simply pass thanks to old age. Nothing else really says much, his glasses aren't in a condition where I could argue for blunt force or anything (you'll see why I mention this when we get to Doan), and I think it's more plausible that he died via old age thanks to being rather old.
Next up is Papa Louie !
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Although I'm unsure, I think this was a simple assassination. He doesn't have many enemies but who he does have? Yeah, they'd hire someone to kill him (or just up and kill him themself!) so I think he would've been assassinated.
Next is Rita!
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I REALLY WANNA SAY SOMETHING EDGY but I'm going to be real, she probably died of stress. I think she got too stressed at the burgeria one day and just dropped dead. She's visibly in her uniform, it could've been rioting that led to the stress that therefore killed her since she's all ruffled up but I think that's more from her coming out of the ground and all.
Next is Yippy!
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Her and Doan are interchangeable in this list, both of them I am equally mixed on my deductions. I believe Yippy got lost in the woodlands up where she lives before she got MAULED BY A WILD ANIMAL. Her clothing is very ripped, and her stance tells me she's restless, more so than the others. I think it's mainly plausible since A, she lives in Maple Moutain, which is visibly surrounded by forest and B, she's a cookie scout that would maybe be in that sort of area since well, cookie scouts are girl scouts right? It makes sense to me.
Next up is Doan!
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sadly no zombie photo thats not the gif. since he already had the zombie costume.
So, I think since his glasses are fairly off his face and ruined, he might've gotten into some kind of fight or trouble? His glasses are too ruined for me to argue that it's a result of being buried, thus why I argue a fight. Although that is out of character, thus why my second choice is choking for his cause of death. It's as unremarkable as he himself is.
Next up is Taylor!
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I'm gonna be so real, he stumped me at first. I think the fact that he's permanently frowning tells me his death was terrifying for him. So I'm sorry but I'm arguing murder. I think he was at home sleeping, and a robber broke in. He unfortunately woke up (I see him as a light sleeper) and had a confrontation with said robber, resulting in his untimely demise.
Finally, we have Vicky.
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ok what do I say? I'm very unsure but she's visibly roughed up and clearly a bit more low down, which makes me think she sustained a fair bit of physical injury. As seen in her flipdeck, her skills in makeup have mixed results. So, I argue she pissed someone off on accident and they killed her. Either that or just, stress or natural causes. I unfortunately did have to cop-out but I'm genuinely unsure.
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It’s the 3 year anniversary of my top surgery this month!! During pride month even!!
I wanted to I guess just talk about what happened to me? Give a story about a top surgery from start to finish for people looking to pursue top surgery to learn from? It’s gonna be long so, under the cut.
So I got top surgery in june 2020, right smack dab in the early-middle of the pandemic lockdowns. Nobody was allowed to be with me in the hospital or even visit me, and I couldn’t have my cellphone. The night before my fiance slept over to keep me calm, and also we had to leave at 4am because I was going to be the very first surgery of the day. I have cats, and he got a cat hair in his eye causing a massive allergic reaction. We had to extract it but his eye was so messed up that day he couldn’t drive, so I ended up taking him home and my mother in law brought me to the hospital. It was pretty lonely not being able to have him with me or communicate with anyone, and I was terrified I would get covid just from being in the hospital, but luckily I didn’t.
I showed up, checked in, and got situated in a prep area pretty quickly. They tell you to take your underwear off because sometimes people piss themselves while under anaesthesia, which I didn’t know and was horrified by the thought of. Sure you can go play around in my chest cavity but if I peed? I would have flatlined of embarassment on the table. At the end they don’t tell you if you peed or shit yourself or anything so at least if I did I will never have to know about it. In the prep area my surgeon drew on me with a marker to show what was getting taken away and what was going where. I was having a bilateral mastectomy with liposuction on the sides to remove sideboob, and I didn’t want my nipples back, which made her job easier. Within an hour they wheeled me in, told me to count back from 10, someone said goodnight to me and then I was gone.
Several hours later I woke up crying and sweating and insanely hot. I could barely speak, and a nurse was yelling at me because I wouldn’t stay awake. Apparently I had woken up and gone back to sleep several times, but I don’t remember any of that. I must have been able to communicate that I was hot because someone was feeding me ice cubes, but they wouldn’t take the blankets off me and I couldn’t move to push them away. I felt like a helpless child. It was awful. Powerful drugs, man.
My surgeon came in 10 minutes later to check on me after she finished cleaning up, saw how miserable I was, ripped the blanket off me, and yelled at the nurses for not listening to me. It was the first time a doctor had ever taken my side in something and defended me. I will always be eternally grateful for that. They transferred me to a bed, told me not to move around too much because of my drains, and gave me a landline to call home. It was somehow the afternoon, and I think I passed out again.
When I woke up it was evening and they said they were going to keep me over night because I had experienced some sleep apnea under anesthesia- it’s where you briefly stop breathing in your sleep and then start again/irregular breathing. They wanted to make sure if it happened again that they were right there, and also that I would stay on the oxygen tube in my nose. They also gave me this breathalyzer thing that you breathe into and it measures how much breath you breathe. They had me play with it every hour or so to help regain the strength in my lungs.
They (the nurses) also, expressly against my wishes, gave me opioids. I have violent moodswings on heavy painkillers (I got oxy for my wisdom teeth extraction...that was a nightmare). I warned them of this, I said I only wanted tylenol and I would deal with the pain (I wasn’t in any pain, I was just tired). They gave it to me anyways and lo and behold I had violently suicidal moodswings. Thank fuck I was bedbound and couldn’t move. I called my fiance repeatedly throughout the night rapidly shuffling between suicidal and manic. In the off time I was stuck watching 90 day fiancee. It was the only tv channel available.
The next morning I ignored most of the advice they gave me, getting up to go to the bathroom on my own and walking around the hospital floor just to show them that I could. They weren’t going to let me leave until I peed and could ambulate on me own, so as soon as I was awake I did laps just to get them to discharge me. My surgeon okayed it, though I think she was surprised and concerned at the voracity with which I wanted to leave. I didn’t want to stay and have them drug me again.
I went home- it was a Wednesday- and my poor fiance was such a trooper. He picked me up in a car full of stuffed animals for me to cuddle and took me back to my parents house, got me settled, got me a smoothie from mcdonalds. I think we scared the person at the drive thru because I was a haggard corpse in bandages with suction cups of bodily fluids hanging at my sides. Oh well. That week my fiance had started a new job two hours away from our homes and had to commute back and forth, leaving early as fuck to go to work and then coming back to take care of me at night. He moved into our new apartment that Saturday without me (I couldn’t be transported) and with the help of our dear friends. That week sucked.
During the day my mom helped me. Made me food, got me drinks, helped me change my drains, helped me clean myself. I’m lucky we have a bath tub- I was able to sit in a few inches of water and very carefully wash myself without getting my bandages wet. I have autism; my two most prominent symptoms are that I can’t regulate my temperature and always run too hot, and I cannot stand the texture of sweat, being sweaty, or being hot. I constantly have to wash my face and hands like a little raccoon or I go nuts. I would not have survived going a week without showering in some form.
The drains were weird but not painful- you can’t feel them inside you. Everything is so swollen and nerve-damaged you don’t really feel much initially. You have to sleep on your back sitting up though, which sucks for us side sleepers. Invest in a neck pillow is my advice. I slept in my recliner/rocking chair.
I pushed to have my drains removed early, and after a week they were out. While at the appointment I touched a cactus in the lobby and got needles stuck inside me, which my surgeon delightedly told me “nobody has ever been stupid enough to do before.” She enjoyed it. My finger hurt lmao. She took the drains out and I was afraid I’d feel them moving under my skin but I didn’t- all I felt was a gush of warm liquid, like my armpit had pissed itself. Turns out one of my drains was clogged and that was my fluid shooting out all over me, the chair, and my doctor. She said it happens. Unlike patients touching the cactus.
After that I had no more follow up appointments and was on my own. You aren’t supposed to lift your arms over your head or carry heavy things for several weeks, but I ignored that after the two week or so mark. I don’t care about having stretched scars- I have so many scars over my body it doesn’t make a difference. Then I moved to the new apartment with my fiance, healed for a few months, endured the lightning strike shooting pains of my nerves reattaching for the first half year, and found to my amusement that I could still “feel” my nipples but that the spot that felt like nipple would move around from day to day as my nerves misfired. This is still true and still funny to me.
And that’s pretty much it. I had no complications, though because of the lipo and no nipples my scars are large and unusual and almost bisect my torso. My plans are to continue strengthening my chest wall and get the whole thing tattooed, which is why I didn’t want nipples again. They’re in the way of the tattoo design. It’s gonna be a vampire castle with bats flying out in front of a full moon, and a spooky forest below the cliffs.
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hollowknightinsanity · 6 months
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ok let’s try this again shall we? *grabs my internet* you’d better fucking work this time or i swear to whatever god you pray to i am going to rip you in half.
*scrambles out of The Pit, shaking uncontrollably* DONE!!!! ITS DONE
*SLAMS THIS ON THE TABLE*
HOLLY REF SHEET.
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my babygirl. my darling. my beloved. prettiest bug in hallownest.
i would’ve added their shade, nail, and random doodles, but i was eepy… and i hit my 40-layer limit like 3 times. that’s what i get for working on such an unnecessarily bigass canvas
hex codes and rambles under the cut <3 (cw: i talk about self harm when i bring up their scars)
also ignore the fact that i left the silly little meme face in the ref. i dont feel like getting rid of it
#0f0f0f (skin/hair) — #1d1d1d (scars) — #c4a0a5 (inside of their ears) — # edebea (shell/healthy leaves) — #9abfa7 (healthy leaves) — #5e5e5e (shell damage) — #3e332f (prosthetic) — #292c53 (cloak) — #eeded5 (cloak fluff/inside of their cloak) — #e5e5ee (silk wraps) — #192030 (eye base) — #d5e2ff (pupil) — #000000 (blood) — #160828 (blood/soul) — #ffc171 (fixed crack) — #ceffdf (new leaves) — #a9a8a6 (wilting leaves) — #666e68 (wilting leaves)
yeh they have a TAIL now!!!! with LEAVES!!!!!!! their mom’s genetics :)))
the leaves are VERY poisonous to any species except their own and rootkin (aka wl’s species). like most plants, they need sunlight to grow, and if they got enough, holly would have leaves growing from their horns too!!! but they stay underground most of the time, so they only have leaves on their tail.
they got a lot of their mom’s genetics. the leaves, the long ass tail, the height, the rounder face, the eyes, the fluffiness, all inherited from wl.
hornet made their cloak a few days after they escaped the black egg. she saw how fucking RAGGED their old cloak was (the damn thing was torn to shreds and COVERED in blood), and she was like “damn, i need to make them a new cloak.” so she did that.
she had holly pick the fabrics. they like blue, and the faux-fur they found was SO fucking warm they just had to pick it.
and their silk wraps are indeed made of weaver silk, also courtesy of hornet. she’s a great little sister btw
almost all their scars happened after the seals faded. the only one that appeared prior to that was the crack on their face.
their arm was fucked up and destroyed by the infection (y’know, cysts growing everywhere and all that), and the only thing keeping it attached to holly’s body were the seals, so after they faded, it kinda just… fell off.
the stab wounds in their abdomen and chest are from them stabbing the shit out of themself thinking radi was still inside them. they has enough adrenaline in them to move around, so they attempted to evict her already deceased ass in the worst way possible. after that little show, they stopped being able to move for a few days, until they eventually crawled out of the black egg and scared the ever-loving fuck out of hornet who thought they were dead.
their blood is a mix of void and their soul, which is purple!
i wrote a whole thing about soul colours and their meanings back in 2019 or 2020, so its rlly old and i only have vague memories of what’s in it, but i do remember writing that people with purple souls are generally quieter and stricter, but generally are nice unless you piss them off. that description fits holly absolutely perfectly, so they have a purple soul now.
also, fun fact: holly needs a cane to walk sometimes. being chained up and suspended in the air, completely unable to move for 60 years really does something to ya.
fuck, now i need to draw their cane too.
theyre really old in the main au, btw. theyre 79. ancient ass. unlike their branch-off au counterparts, who are both in their early 30s.
ok that’s all *falls back into The Pit, still shaking uncontrollably*
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