#seriously why is this happening to me I’m a good person ish

[professional-idiots]

TBHK Ch.110–Thoughts and feelings

1. I don’t even know what to say about this. LIKE!!?!!?! Especially because Akane always said that supernaturals only ever think about themselves!!! GUYS… I wonder if this is gonna affect him as a character and his outlook on the supernatural (anyway they’re literally siblings and I was sobbing)

2. SOOO CURIOUS ABOUT THIS!!!! What’s the significance?? Is it a functional key? Probably… and if so what does it open?? Maybe it controls the clock somehow???? So many possibilities 😭

3. WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM. This is my SON. I love him so much and I was so happy natsuhiko went to go find him 😭😭😭😭

4. He trusts him so fully!!! He genuinely thought natsuhiko was coming to save him!! He thought they were—if not friends then at least *friendly* HE THOUGHT HE COULD TRUST HIM

5. When I tell you my heart DROPPED (but I am excited by all this yorishiro talk—more on that later)

6. TBHK character stop shoving strange substances into Mitsuba’s mouth challenge (level: impossible)

7. MYYYY BABY MY BABY YOURE MY BABY SAY IT TO ME!!! IIIII BET ON LOSING DOGGGSSSSS

(AND ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS PREVIOUS ALMOST DEATH)

8. Friendly reminder that Teru is the worst boyfriend ever (he’s actively watching Akane eat shit)

9. I need someone with better media literacy than me to explain what the FUCK is up with these guys bc I feel like I know but like I don’t…. Every time I think I understand shit gets weird again. Like I’m following the story but I cannot analyze this

10. HIS FACCEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

OK THIS CHAPTER WAS AMAZING!!! I’m so scared for 111 bc WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN!!!! I have so many theories and ideas and ughughughugh it was so good (even though everything that happened was bad) 8/10 (I’m giving this rating kind of arbitrarily so don’t read into it too much)

So on the yorishiro thing: I think Kou might become Mitsuba’s Yorishiro. Now I know people can become them but can living people… I dunno. However, I think it’s really likely. I’m wracking my brain on what all this Mitsuba would have to value. Not his camera because that was Sousuke’s thing. And if not his camera, then what? Kou is the one thing/person that Mitsuba has grown truly attached to.

So I think next chapter Mitsuba will be dying, but Kou will somehow be able to break from the time thingy (either he wills himself awake—like has a power flare in defense of Mitsuba—or maybe someone helps him—but who 😭) and goes over to Mitsuba and while he’s crying and being all Kou, Mitsuba is gonna like think about Kou (maybe call him his friend for the first time) and somehow in the moment Kou will become Mitsuba’s yorishiro. TRUST GUYS TRUST.

Also on Mitsuba and Kou:

POOR KOU. He looked up to natsuhiko so much when they met right before the severance 😭😭 if he’s close enough, he would’ve SEEN everything happening to Mitsuba.

And also POOR MITSUBA. He trusted natsuhiko!!!!! The good news is that Mitsuba will probably fully shift sides now and possibly make a more direct effort to help Kou Yahsiro and Hanako. Genuinely though, his mom is hurt, *he* is hurt, his friend(ish) betrayed him. My poor baby 😭 why do AidaIro hate himmmm.

I would say something super smart and informed about the twins now, but as I said: nothing about them makes any sense to me.

Ugh I seriously don’t think I can wait till next monthhhhh!!!! If AidaIro lose it and actually kill off Mitsuba…. I don’t even know what I’m gonna do. 111 better be good or else 😭

#i have so many thoughts #I will cry if Mitsuba dies #(again) #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun #tbhk manga #kou minamoto #mitsukou #mitsuba sousuke #TBHK ch 110 #tbhk theory #thbk ch 111 predictions #jshk hanako

[tartigglez]

"i know it hurts..."

headcanons of some genshin boys when you have your period (pt.1??)

kaeya, diluc, thoma, childe, zhongli (separately) x afab!reader (pronouns not mentioned)

genre: fluff

word count: 800-ish

tags: periods, no distinct mention of blood, wholesome boys (for the most part), a lottttt of physical touch + petnames, kaeya is teehee, diluc is clueless as shit, thoma is absolutely whipped, childe is also clueless, zhongli is wayyyyy clued in

tw/cw: zhongli is written as genderfluid, mentions of foods/drink (soup + tea), kisses in zhongli's, i don't think there's much else to add here, lmk if i missed smth

a/n: surprise? hi! i've had a very emotional night, so its time for something extremely self indulgent. i wrote this mostly for the genderfluid zhongli agenda. also i'd like to remind everyone that i am genderfluid, my pronouns are they/she/he!!! ty, enjoy.

kaeya’s personality seems to go through some sort of shift when you’re on your period, seriously! he’ll go from being a flirty, unserious captain with an eye catching smirk to a kind, gentle, soft spoken man. he will quietly hold you if you’re in pain, and try his best to distract you. will kiss you softly and assure you that it will pass, without ever making you feel like you’re exaggerating. strokes your cheek and does whatever you want to do in order to stay distracted. 

“darling? are you alright? are you sick?”

“no, just cramps.”

“ahh, here.”

“how does this feel? you okay? comfy?”

“yeah, I’m okay. thanks kae”

“not a problem at all, lovely”

“so, how was work? 

diluc is lowkey confused at first in your relationship. he’s never spent much time around anyone who has a period, let alone having to live with one, so it makes sense (a little) that he really doesn’t understand anything that’s happening to you, or what hurts, or why, or how he can help. the first time he finds you curled up in his bedroom in dawn winery he’ll be really confused and awkward, run to adelinde and try to very discreetly ask her what to do (he doesn’t do a good job), but eventually she gets what he means, and tells him to just ask you, which he builds the confidence to do after hyping himself up for like twenty minutes.

“hi”

“hi, 'luc”

“uh… are you okay?”

“ish?”

“uhm… may i talk to you about something?”

“yeah, of course! what’s up?”

“what is… happening to you right now? it’s painful, i know, but how do i help? what do i do? what do you need? how can i make you comfortable? i don’t want you to be in pain.”

“pah, how sweet. come, sit, i’ll explain”

thoma knows exactly what is going on, and when its going on. keeps track of your periods (with your knowledge and consent ofc) just so he knows what days to bring you whatever you may need. he’s a BIG BIG acts of service and gift giving kinda guy, because he’s always in the city, so he always picks things up for you. this happens even more when you’re on your period. of course, sometimes, his estimates of your starting days will be a little bit off, so he might end up randomly doing something and it seems like its out of nowhere, and he tries to play it off like it is too. 

“thoma? what’re you doing home this early?”

“oh, I thought i’d come home and make you soup!”

“make me… soup? that’s a little strange…”

“no it’s not! it's just because i thought you liked it, especially when…y’know”

“hah, your guess was off darling, you’re two days early. still, i appreciate the thought love. let’s eat?”

childe is clueless. extremely clueless. but he’s also super duper sweet, and a very fast learner. he tries his best to understand what’s happening and what to do, but unfortunately he doesn’t really have anyone to ask about it. so he’ll literally read a book, which is rather rare for him but he would literally do anything for you. if you’re feeling really unwell, he will insist on taking the day off work to look after you. he’s extremely attentive and gentle, which is the side of him his “co-workers” don’t get to see. 

“morning baby! how’re you feeling?”

“mmhh,, morning chi. ‘m okay, a bit crampy”

“okay, i’ll stay here then.”

“what? no, you have work. you gotta go!”

“i’ll call in sick, they can live without me for a day”

“chi you can’t do this agai-”

“i’d do anything for you”

zhongli. understands. everything. okay hear me out. zhongli can take any form he wants, so sometimes out of curiosity he would change into another body. he’d get completely, utterly shocked the first time he got a period whilst in this form (it was unexpected.), but learned how to cope with it, because he wanted to be able to fully understand the struggles that some mortals might go through.

he knows exactly what to do when this happens to you, speaks to you calmly and holds you if you get cramps. will brew tea for you, and get the latest herb combinations for pain relief from baizhu. will snuggle up to you, place his hand on your stomach because it’s warm, and hold you close. kisses your neck gently and asks if you need anything, overall just a big sweetie. if you want him to, he’ll go into his half-dragon form, so he can wrap his tail around you. loves you more than anything and will do anything to make you comfortable. you need something? it’s yours, no matter the extremes he has to go to in order to get it. constantly making sure you take your time with everything, and making sure that you don’t overexert yourself.

“my love, i know you’re in pain, please don’t push yourself”

“i know, i know, i just have a little more work to do”

“i trust you, but i’m staying here with you, just in case. have you eaten? are you comfortable? do you need any pain relief?”

#childe fluff #zhongli fluff #thoma fluff #kaeya fluff #diluc fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin x reader

[gayerthanevertbh]

my beloved natasha

you meet a gorgeous green-eyed woman in the same alley where you no longer see a man who was your “friend”, only to know about the dark secrets from the woman herself. 

warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI dark!natasha, oral sex, fingerfucking, dirty talk, mommy kink, mentions of violence, stalker-ish, just unhinged natasha.

notes : ENJOY I GUESS?? but seriously i am deprived from writing, but i’m having inspirations now which is good

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You always walk on the same road every night from work. The city lights gleam on your face as the acrid smell of gas pollution curls up in your throat madly, yet there is some comfort in it. You love the city, you love the people around you, mostly because they bring you comfort and safety – that’s why you live in a crowded area, to feel safe.

Well, whatever that means now, especially when you no longer see the familiar face in the alley whenever you walk back home.

Technically, you made acquaintance with this man. He had a very kind face, beautiful silk brunette hair, and long veiny hands. They were always placed on your biceps and tell you how much you mean to him, and you’d reply the same way because it’s true, that man has done nothing but be the nicest person to ever exist. Except that, he’s gone. Out of nowhere, out of sight. Now, this leaves you curious. What happened to him? Did he just disappear? Perhaps he has, and never told me about it. He’s been “gone” for almost two weeks and you couldn’t stop this feeling in the pit of your stomach; is he hurt? What happened to him?

Everything was such a mystery, you felt distraught.

Then something abruptly came out. (dum dum DUUUUM!) A woman appears, a mysterious tall looking woman walks towards you, and makes your stomach feel all types of things. Like churning or the idea of going to the bathroom, that kind of feeling. You swallowed thickly and made a surprising smile, but she made the first move.

“Hi,” she greeted. “I was wondering where the pub is. You see, I’m quite new in this city, and I’m not sure where I’m going.” oh, she seems nice. Doesn’t feel alarming at all. You decide to reply and tell her the direction, and she pats you on the shoulder like the man always does. “Thank you for that, lady. What’s your WhatsApp number? Maybe we could talk or something since you’re the only person who seems nice to me.”

WhatsApp? Why does she want my number? You think crudel about it y, as you intend not to. Yet, when you look at her in the eyes, it seems like this woman was the next man that you always see in the alley. Except maybe her eyes are greener than his, more physique, and not-so-tall – which you didn’t mind, you never really cared about the height difference.

“It’s 999-9999-99088.”

She chuckles, pushing the back of her hair that looked red, you could see a bit of blonde on the edge of her silk hair. “I didn’t understand that, could you repeat that for me, hon?”

Hon… doesn’t feel alarming at all. Hmm, not really.

“Let me type it down for you,” are you seriously giving your number to a stranger? What happened to “Stranger Danger”? “What area are you from?”

“Manhattan,” she responded in a thick accent, yet you could hear from her voice that it was sort of Americanized. “Would you like to go to the pub with me? I don’t know, grab a couple of drinks or something?”

I guess I could just forget about him, you thought solemnly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, she seems nice. Too nice.

“I mean,” you hesitated for a moment, but those wandering eyes won’t let you stop staring or even think about leaving her. God, she looked so kind and very approachable. How could you not? You shrugged, smiling with your teeth pearling in front of her. “If you treat me then, why not?”

“I most definitely will, sweetheart.”

A few drinks – as if a few – later, “Natasha” is walking down the alley with you, sharing her life in Russia that seems to grow your interest. So, she’s gorgeous and Russian? This made my day even better, you thought to yourself. As both of you were nearing your area, you halt her to stop with your hand on her coat.

“Are you coming along with me?” you asked.

“I want to bring you home,” she responded, licking her lips. “Can’t I bring a friend home?”

“Well you can,” you shrugged. “It’s just–my house is a mess, I wouldn’t offer you to come inside.”

“I don’t mind the mess, I just want to be around you right now.” yeah, but I could be your mess.

Definitely not alarming, you thought. And if you admit it right now, you do enjoy her sly comments and her green hooded eyes. It’s quite bold, actually. And you like bold. Your parents are certainly wrong for thinking of you as a conservative child. You walk her to your apartment and unlock your door, pulling her collar inside the house as you kiss her hard on the lips, which both of you melted from. She holds your neck and moans into your mouth, her other hand on your lower waist. This feels so… incredible. Igniting, even. Fuck.

“My god you taste good,” she whispers, licking the corner of your mouth. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

You pulled away, cracking up a laugh as you scrunched your eyebrows together. “Huh?”

She only smiles – this time you don’t know whether this is innocent – and pushes you against the wall, her wet plump lips on your chin, as she tucks the strand of your hair behind your ear. She smirks at you, and growls into your ear, saying: “I’ve longed for this moment. Ever since the day I’ve met you.”

“Wha–”

“Shh,” she interrupts you with a wet kiss, making you pull away when she bites on your lower lip. “Oh, come on baby. Don’t do that now, I have photographs of you with that man and I just… couldn’t help but slice his throat.”

Now, what?!

“Wait,” you have your hands on her lower stomach, trying to push her away, but god she was strong. Probably stronger than you. “H-Hold on, what are you talking about?”

“I killed that man for you, little girl. He was taking you away from me,” she coos, shaking her head with a tsk sound from her mouth. You shut your eyes when you felt the hilt of her knee pressing against your covered core, trying not to get aroused at the moment. “I love you, I love you so much! I did everything for you, can’t you just give in to me now? After everything?”

“You killed an innocent man!”

“He was trying to bring you home!” she shouts, holding your biceps down as you feel smaller and smaller from the way she yells at you, especially with that deep tone of hers. This felt like a dream, a very bad dream where you don’t wake up and instead die from your sleep. You hate it, you loathe thinking of it. You turn your face away when she tries to kiss you, which makes her angrier. “Don’t pull away from me baby, please don’t be like this… let me touch you. Let me kiss you.”

“Get off of me!” you pleaded, pushing her with all your might, but you were pinned on the cold brick wall as you whimpered from the pain. She was gripping you tightly, kissing down your neck to soothe you down, but nothing was working. “P-Please, don’t hurt me…”

Natasha pulls away with a crude smile and cups your cheek, her thumb rubbing your skin up and down, which is a little comforting. She leans down to your face and whispers with that fucking smile of hers, “I could never hurt my precious girl, you’re mine. You’re all mine.”

“Please,” you begged with a whine, pushing her face away when she’s suddenly going down on you, kissing each part of your clothing. “...Leave! I need you to go, now–”

“Shut up you slut,” she demands with a hissing whisper, pinching your naked inner thigh while her mouth is on your pelvis, smelling your cunt that is still covered by your panties. “Can’t believe I have such a little whore like you, my good little girl. Gonna fuck you so good… maybe even bite you.”

The idea was rather arousing yet trembling, though you never bat another word. You nodded and let her continue to spread your legs. She removes your skirt along with your silk white panties down, revealing your shaved cunt – which she smiles like the wicked woman she is.

“My god,” she whispers, her smile never fading away. “This pussy is so fuckin’ beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. Gonna ruin it now…”

She plunges two fingers inside of your wet slit, immediately creating this irritating feeling in your walls, as you cried for help. But she lifts herself up again and covers your mouth with her bare hand, shushing you with a worried look. “Baby, it’s okay… you’re gonna be okay. Mommy wants to play with you for a bit, it’s going to be alright.”

You believed her, maybe you tried at least. You wanted to push and block this feeling away, this immense pleasure that circulates your entire blood, but you couldn’t. You wanted more, you needed more. She knew that, her smile gave it away. “That’s it,” she coos kissing your cheek with tenderness. “That’s my good little kotenok, my good girl. Take all of my fingers.”

She slams her fingers inside of you with a grunt, her head burying into your neck as she lets out a quiet moan – her fingers curling inside of you to hit that spot of yours. You writhe in her body, you cry for mercy, and you cry for pleasure. It hits you slowly, you were attracted to this feeling, mostly her, and you are ashamed of it. But the way the heel of her palm hits your clit gives you a sign of climax; you wanted to come for her.

“You’re gonna cum for me?” she asks with a higher pitch in her voice, licking the skin of your neck as if she’s going to mark you. Mark me, mark me, taste me! “Oh princess, you make Mommy absolutely crazy. Come on, cum on my fingers. That’s it… Argh, you’re so beautiful, gonna keep you…”

You imagine her keeping you in a den. Or maybe in a dim-light room where no one else is surrounded but her and her gorgeous smile, an evil smile that takes you away completely. You rock against her hand, finding that sparking orgasm as you cling to her, biting your lower lip to hold your screams. But she taunts, “Let me hear your scream baby, let Mommy hear you.”

“Mommy!” you shake your head while humping her hand. “I’m–please Mommy, fuck me harder… I’m so close!”

“My precious obedient girl,” she growled into your ear, pushing you further against the wall while speeding her thrusts, creating a wet squelching sound that gives pleasure to her ears and her core. “You’re going to be a good girl and cum for me. And once you cum, you’re going to come home with me and I’ll tie you all up and fuck you with my cock, yeah? You like that?”

You nodded. “Please, I want it all!”

“I bet you do sweet girl,” she grunts, pressing her forehead against yours while curling her fingers inside of you at a rapid pace. “Yeah fuckin’ hell, look at you coating my fingers with your juices, take it all… Take all of it.”

Both of you let out a throaty moan as you came hard on her fingers. She feels you clenching on them, and she couldn’t help herself but hump you back for friction. You realize what kind of a whore you are letting some stranger fuck you, and you would certainly like the idea the most if you are going to be her personal whore. You sobbed out loud as you felt your legs trembling from the overtaking orgasm you had let out.

“I’m gonna take you home,” she sighs, still thrusting inside of you but at a slower pace. “I’m gonna fuck you all night… you’re going to be my dirty slut.”

pleasesend me ideas for my kinktober for nat if you’re interested!

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #dark natasha #black widow x reader #black widow x you #a's oneshots!

[sovhina]

bro i am on my hands and knees tell us about your destiny oc please or i may die. haha unless

First of all thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 here’s some basic stuff with a smidge of info dump ghhffh accompanied by a very messy wip scribble from last night

Name: Eiva

Class: Hunter

Pronouns: they/she (leaning heavily towards they tho like a 70/30 split lol)

Sexuality: gray ace

They are my main Guardian oc for Destiny 2 and I’ve had them since I was like 13-14. Their main subclass is solar/void main weapons are the Ace of Spades, Wishender, and Vestian dynasty (in my heart it hasn’t been sunset). I actually have a long running private fic for them but I’ve only written like three chapters lmaooo with several smaller snippets. Some highlights are:

-I’m still working shopping it but back before the collapse when Eiva was human I headcanon that their family was actually in the weapons manufacturing business (specifically Khovostov lmaooo I hc that as her last name from wayyy back then but they’re also probably adopted)

-they had a sister who is pretty much central to Eiva’s entire character even as a Guardian when they can’t remember her. Similarly to Uldren they did everything for her but it wasn’t toxic like with Mara and Eiva was more like the big sister protecting little sister lmaooo; but basically they followed her everywhere even down to when they were awoken and when they left the Distributary.

-I personally headcanon that Guardians are brought back as a second chance because they had the capacity to be really good people in their first life but weren’t which is why the War Lords and Iron Lords and etc are Like That. So, Eiva was not very nice lmao. Their desire to protect their sister was pretty much all they cared about and they fucked over a lot of people.

-Their sister was pretty much their exact opposite and honestly more the typical main character formula as in wanted to be a hero. I made Eiva with this in mind and they are more the reluctant hero lol like they’re not really trying to be a symbol of anything to anyone it just always happens that they fall into positions of leadership. I even tried to make Eiva more plain in comparison so they have the typical kind of common blue skin white hair awoken combo but her sister to me is more unique and is these like really pretty shades of purple.

-Ok moving onto like actual current in game stuff lol Eiva’s current fireteam is made up of a warlock named Obi-1 (yes like Obi-wan) and T-13 (Tiberius-13). Their Ghost is named Sirius after the star bc it’s the brightest star iirc

-Obi and Ty are not her original fireteam. Their original fireteam consisted of an awoken titan (Sav) and another hunter (Killian) and three others for raids lol. All of them were their consistent raid team up until Oryx. Eiva in my canon is the sole survivor of the raid against Oryx and that raid is the reason for a giant shift in their character. It was their first really big loss. (Basically I think they all got really cocky after Crota and didn’t take it seriously enough)

-ok now onto some ✨Romance things now bc I love romance✨

-Sav was the first person they ever had feelings for after being Risen I’m still messing with it but I think I’m gonna have a very messy very sapphic love triangle-ish type thing going on there with another guardian lmaoo

-a very convoluted and self indulgent ship with Crow/Uldren lmao basically I headcanon that they knew each other wayyyyy back when they were both humans and when Mara pulled her bullshit making the Distributary she made them forget each other

-to add some ✨spice✨ to that ship and Eiva’s overall story I also had them have feelings for Cayde (I’m debating how far they actually got into this situationship that exists in my head lmaooo ya know before he 💀)

-presently Eiva is mid slow burn with Crow so you can imagine my excitement at the prospect of Cayde coming back because the angst is gonna be so good dhdhdhs (I have like 15k worth of fic so far for this character and a long running series in my brain lmfao)

-some random fact now uhhh

-Eiva knows exactly how they died their final death in their last life but pretends not to

-Eiva knows exactly how many times they’ve died and has asked their ghost to keep a record of them so they can look back on them and learn from them

-Eiva has a particular hatred for the hive bc of Oryx

-they participated in getting married to shaxx for the Lolz

-has a lot of “warlock” tendencies for a hunter (they were actually originally a warlock when I first made them I swapped to hunter maybe a year before D2 came out and their old name was trinity)

-their name Eiva comes from Edelweiss I bastardized it bc it’s their favorite flower; when they were a kid they had a vested interest in botany that their parents did not support lol and that life didn’t allow them to explore

-I chose edelweiss bc of its meaning (devotion), it’s description (it’s a flower that grows even in the toughest conditions), and I based her hair/eye color on that white hair (petals) yellow gold eyes (middle) lol

If you’ve made it this far you’re a trooper and I salute you lmao and thank you so much for the interest! I know this is an art blog but I am always dying to info dump about my ocs either here or on my personal so feel free to send me asks even though I am slow sometimes dhsjsj

#asks #oc: eiva #oc info #my art #my ocs #really hope tumblr doesn’t eat this ask or cut off anything I wrote lol #here’s hoping

[auseyre]

Twelve Thoughts About Laws of Attraction

 

These people brutally and bloodily killed a kid and a dog in the first 3 episodes...damn! And look, I love a hot, service top bodyguard and his bratty misunderstood charge story as much as the next person but Tan? Had a dog killed so, he’s not getting that much sympathy from me here. 

Maya and Rose are so hot I want to cry. The very specific vibes they are giving, Maya -Pink and Rose -Gemma Atherton in St Trinians, push all my buttons. Sorry Charn and Tinn but every time they are on the screen my brain melts and I don’t know what else is happening. 

Charn needs to be on Game of Thrones, House of Cards, or Succession(I have watched none of these shows but I assume he would fit right in)something fitting his wicked grin and scheming soul. Like the show tells me he was a sweet and naïve do-gooder until the big bad thing happened, but that was clearly his good twin who died in the woods. His mother might be ashamed but Jimmy Ford would buy him an ice cream. (Found out his nickname is Chaos Gremlin and I can’t think of anything more suitable than that.)

The shirt game in this series is fire.

Also fire? The chemistry. 4A fire. Like I get now why people are obsessed with acting pairs(I hate the toxicity involved but I get the love). It’s like fanfic. I would watch these two as a couple in a 100 different a/u stories as long as Rose and Maya (and Nawin) were along for the ride.  

Between this and The Sign, I realized that every story needs a grandmother(or more than one) to tell these characters to get their ish together. KP desperately needed a grandmother. 

Pretty predictable plot (elevated way, way up by the performances) and toooooo many flashbacks. Seriously, please stop with the flashbacks, especially since they are mostly Charn’s dead mother or Tinn’s dead niece. Be more depressing, I dare you.  (I would pay good money to see Nawin meeting completely feral Charn for the first time and falling head over heels though --that’s  the flashback we need folks)

Rich kids with crappy parents need to learn how to hustle and embezzle money from them so they can get gone. Seriously, just buy a ton of jewelry and designer clothes and resell it all. Will they even notice? I’m guessing not. 

Look, I know the Senator is evil like the fru -ets of the devil but he reminds me of a young Temuera Morrison, so he’s also kind of hot? 

 I just really want a KP/LOA crossover where Charn and Vegas have a wardrobe and smirk off competition and Nawin brings all the violent himbo energy to visit the Threepanyakuls -- especially Tankhun. 

The goons did not sign up for all this relationship drama.

Okay, but I need a new Leverage international team with Charn, Rose, Maya, Tin, Thee, and Nawin. 

Bonus -genuine kudos to them for not going the “Charn is a completely redeemed angel now ” route and for not making that something that was required for Charn and Tin to work as a couple. Tin fell in love with chaos gremlin Charn, not the one he was before. 

#laws of attraction the series #laws of attraction spoilers #tinn x charn #bl 3.75 #thai bl #8.5/10 #because Nawin deserves a point all on his own #seriously though #the side exploration of grief #was a nice suprise #also seriously #Maya x Rose got me turnt

[bohemian-nights]

Omg yes about the Laena stuff!Likr have these writers read the books at all? Dying by fire us one of the most awful deaths a person can be given like hello at R being eaten by Sunfyre and traumatising young Aegon for life. It’s not supposed to be “empowering”or a”dragon rider’s death”(whatever that even means).And D also seems pretty traumatised by her death yet by next ep he’s laughing at her funeral,not giving a damn about his kids and hooking up with R! Seriously WTF?! Even the Green kids get more complex characterisation than D who just stands around smirking and doing “badass”stuff. It’s frustrating because he’s been stripped from every important relationship he has(Mysaria,Laena,his kids)ok contrast to R who’s allowed to love Harwin and interact with her children and still have some sort of relationship with Alicent. The worst thing is that supposed D stans were cheering over the fact that he treated all the other women except R(in their eyes)like trash so when he chocked her they went into mealtdown mode accusing the writing of being misogynistic when D lashing out in violence at something he has no control over/feels angry about has been pretty in character for him through the season. The gaslighting in this fandom is awful and It really doesn’t help that HOTD attracted the worst of what was in the GOT one. Most of the people I’ve seen in twitter especially those who’re team Black actually buys into the Targ supremacy BS so ofc a character like Netty who challenges that belief both in universe and out is threatening to them so they try everything to make her as important as possible. None of this happened when Laena died and R got with D at her funeral and married him soon after even now stans are searching for ways to validate their mediocre ship with bad chemistry(because actors emoting and lightning up badly shot scenes is chemistry!😒)but when a WOC is involved in a romance she’s held to impossible standards and constantly judged. Right?And thing with Daemyra is that it’s not like N is the one coming between them their entire relationship has been rooted in grooming and physical violence aster ep.10 so the fact that they excuse all those very serious issues yet hate on the black girl is very telling and super problematic. Ultimately no one will be forcing D to be with N. If he doesn’t want to be with her he wouldn’t be. Period. So hating on and victim blaming the low born girl whose had an awful life before claiming a dragon is reeking of both misogyny and racism.

I don’t know if the writers read the books. I’m sure a couple did, but even if they did they probably were like I can make it better. Lol. Yeah I have to wonder if they are going to have Rhaenyra die in the same way as in the books cause why kill Laena like that then turn around and do a version of the same thing with Rhaenyra.

Daemon has no characterization other than being an a**hole. Characterization is actually all over the place for all the characters(including Rhaenyra but she’s shown in a more nuanced light), but Daemon is suffering a lot from them stripping away all the good parts of his narrative. Lol the meltdowns when he choked out the love of his life were epic.

I even saw some Daemyra stans try to say that Rhaenyra liked being choked in that scene. Like it was some kinky foreplay 🫠when in reality Daemon was pissed off to learn that his big bro never considered him to be his true heir. Daemon took his anger out at the nearest target(it doesn’t take much to goad him and bring out his violent streak, divorce rock anyone 🪨?) lol Again you can’t make this ish up.

Daemon and Rhaenyra seem like a business transaction to me. Daemon has 0 chemistry with adult Rhaenyra. As you stated they don’t like Nettles cause when she pops up there house of cards will come tumbling down. They are literally scared of book canon being played out on the small screen.

Daemon murdering his first wife(not book canon), then treating his second wife like an unloved puppy(not book canon) is fine, but him “cheating”(they had an arrangement at that point in their marriage, but then again these stans are allergic to reading🙃) on Rhaenyra with Nettles is where they draw the line?

Daemon could not possibly be in love/sleeping with a “common” (black) witch over our Targaryen self insert Queen Rhaenyra 👸🏼 He saw her as his daughter. The four accounts(plus the lore from a GOT special) that say otherwise are lies and anti-Rhaenyra/anti Targaryen propaganda and can not be taken as the truth.

Those bath’s where they bathed butt a** naked was father daughter bonding time 🫠 They were only trying to save water 🙃

I won’t mention Daemon and Nettles last night together/how they and their dragons parted, but you get my drift.

Like you said, Daemon was in the position of power here. If he didn’t want to be with Nettles he wouldn’t have been with her. He obviously saw something in her that he liked(I mean who wouldn’t she’s awesome).

Nettles is held to a higher standard/pushed to the side cause she’s Black and they can not or at least will not relate to a Black woman. It is misogynistic and racist, but they’ll plug their ears and deny all day long. If they could get over their hate they’d see that Nettles is one of the most interesting characters in F&B and ASOIF as a whole, but haters gonna hate 🤷🏽‍♀️

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd commentary #hotd take #hotd spoilers #i am rambling #hotd ask #asoif #ask #answered #nettles #nettles x daemon #daemon targaryen #laena velaryon #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti daemyra #daemon x nettles #fandom racism #bncommentary #hotd asks #bnhotdasks #bnhotdask #bnasks #bnask

[mrstargkonnen]

I think alot of people dislike Helaemond shippers because so many of them seem to push the narrative that this is happening at any cost 😭 It’s fine to have a crackship but it’s okay for people to acknowledge this doesn’t make sense for the story logically. There is quite literally ZERO time for the show to tackle this reveal; B&C is happening in the first episode or so. Aegon’s arc is primarily made up of him being sent into a resent-driven rage after his heir is murdered and Helaena wouldn’t have an affair. This arc shouldn’t go to Aemond and it won’t. The person who replied to you is correct when saying that not all leaks should be taken seriously but this one is from an extremely solid source and has insider info (Wtdasoiaf) and shut this down. It’s not happening.

I have too much of an open mind to believe something with 💯 certainty. For all I know you could be right and I’m okay?…with..that? I’m just here for a good show, and even though I personally think helaemond would add to that goodness 🍿, it will probably still be good without it! 🤷🏻‍♀️

But for the sake of not having a boring reply, it’s also illogical to think we have any idea how s2 will play out when it’s clear the writers love making changes. Did you know Helaena would be a dreamer? That Laenor would live in s1? I don’t think so. So why do people continue to use the book as gospel, let alone leaks? Anything can happen, my friend, and I’m personally open to whatever comes because I like enjoying things! lol Regarding time- a lot can happen in an hour~ish. I hardly think everyone is gonna be trying to kill each other the entirety of every episode. I’m sure there will be time for emotional moments, don’t you? If the writers want to make this lil ship canon they’ll do it whether we like it or not, just as they have other things. It’s that simple.

The fun part is that everyone is free to enjoy the show however they want! But if you’re reading this and my halaemond takes are too annoying, please unfollow me or block me- and I say this kindly! 🤍If something isn’t bringing you joy, then what’s the point, you know what I mean??

#can I be unhinged in my own house?!? 😩 #lol #I hope the tone of this reply sounds casual. I never want to be mean to strangers on tumblr.com #helaemond #aemond x helaena #hotd s2 #am I discoursing right?? lol

[moonlayl]

could be just me being aromantic again but I hate how fitz and jemma putting each other over the entire world is romantic and healthy. An obvious co-depenacy, plus, it's just... it's like they get to love each other so that makes it ok to be not only a shitty friend, but a shitty person. I'm not saying "he should have let Jemma die" but he can't apply that logic of "I love my friends and people around me so I did that" when it comes to what he did to daisy. Even in the framework, jemma does really dumb stuff for lOvE and THEN EXCUSES FITZ FOR HURTING DAISY LIKE THAT IN SEASON 5. it's so annoying. she just became "I love fitz" and like, nothing else after season 2 or early 3 ish. It's so painfully obvious that they put themselves above others. I know they "keep getting ripped apart" but that doesn't excuse shitty actions. they can be as annoying and sickeningly in love as they like and not hurt their friends, but after what happened in season 5, I'm just so tired of it. this wouldn't be acceptable if it was platonic so why does this romance get a pass?

Exactlyyyyy!

Listen, I am a sucker for the “in order to save the person I love (or the world), I endanger myself” trope, because the idea of not being able to handle the person you care about hurting, and wanting them to live on, or be safe, or the idea of wanting to save people, at the expense of yourself is, while absolutely heartbreaking, actually something decent??? And heroic? I mean it’s bad in the sense of “why do you have so little self worth?????“ but at the same time, it’s understanding that sometimes there’s something bigger than you, and you could help many people. It’s not always about not having self worth either. You can have a lot of self worth but still recognize that a movement, or a decision can be much bigger than yourself and could lead to a better life for many, even if it’s at your expense, which is just unfortunate and horrifying. This trope has so much room for angst and pain and love, and I’m obsessed with it.

But that’s the key part. It being at YOUR expense.

With fitzsimmons, it’s no longer about that. It’s suddenly, “actually I’m willing to risk EVERYONE ELSE” to have you. To save you.

THAT is what infuriates me and makes me seriously roll my eyes when they go through terrible things in the later seasons and I’m expected to…be upset? Sympathize?

Like…sorry but a guy willing to risk his entire team, and THE WHOLE WORLD, and a woman who’s entire character ends up revolving around this guy, who also ends up wiling to risk other people for their “happily ever after” or whatever, they’re just…not good people.

The amount of times it’s happened too…

Like starting in s3, every season one of them makes the a decision like that. In the later seasons, they both mage those decisions during separate occasions in the season.

I’m still not over s7 where half the team were literally murdered by Enoch, because he was programmed BY fitz and simmons to kill. Like if it hadn’t been for the time loop, their team could’ve been literally dead. And for what? To protect their daughter?

It makes no sense and I’ve spoken about it before. If the team had died, their daughter still wouldn’t have been safe because the chronicoms would’ve won and either destroyed earth, or changed the past so that she wouldn’t have existed in the first place. Like??? They were SO stupid in s7.

Don’t get me started on Fitz deciding that abandoning 7.9 billion people to the chronicom problem (that would’ve led them all to die or be enslaved) after HE organized for that issue to be brought to their doorstep, was a good idea. And then when the rest of the team are like??? We’re not going to abandon them to die?? He’s like “that decreases our chances of succeeding to 85%”

THOSE ARE HUMAN LIVES YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.

And Jemma in s6?

Daisy, Piper and Davis: “we’ve been in outer space for a year with hardly any leads. Davis has a baby son he never got to know, we should head back because we’re running low on resources, and if we stay here for much longer, we might not be able to get back”

Jemma: “well, even though Daisy is the leader of the mission and should be the one making the shots, and even though all of you have sacrificed a lot this past year to help ME, I’m going to spit on all of that and force you to accompany me further, despite our dwindling resources and all the risks, because I have a feeling I might find fitz, even though our journey has been useless so far.”

And it’s not until she’s drunk that she offers a ridiculously awful apology that Daisy accepts immediately.

She does the same in the framework. They all almost didn’t make it back to the real world, and almost DIED for good, because she once again, went against Daisy’s orders (it’s a pattern at this point, we should make a gif set. S4 vs s5 vs s6, simmons having zero respect for Daisy’s authority) for fitz.

It’s just frustrating.

To be fair though, while not the same, both Daisy and May did a similar thing at the end of s5 (which made me soo mad) but the difference I guess is that they did firmly believe Coulson would’ve been able to get to Talbot, and Robin, a girl who sees the future, implied Coulson was crucial to the whole “preventing the end of the world” thing. Still annoyed me.

Sorry for taking so long to reply anon. I hope you don’t mind me ranting lol. Thank you for sending in this ask!

#anti fitzsimmons #anti leopold fitz #anti jemma simmons #aos #aos meta #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #anon #layl.inbox

[sofwrites]

Oh my god, I am so blown away that you answered my Qs about Welcome to the Digital Age, Babe so beautifully. It is seriously one of the works I reread every few months because of all the feels. And I love that because it’s a text message tale, we only get some of their relationship. It makes me so curious about what’s happening when Colin and Pen actually spend time together.

I love the context you have with all your answers. I can completely see Colin panicking that Pen told Eloise about what he said - not just because he doesn’t want to get whatever is coming to him from Eloise but because he feels really terrible about what happened and doesn’t like to be reminded of it. And I see Pen panicking post-kiss and Colin wanting to just be close to her without really thinking about the long term implications.

About Colin calling someone by a different name in bed, I totally agree that he stopped sleeping around after he caught feelings (and also partially why he’s so thrilled when he’s messaging Michael after he and Pen finally get together - boy is finally getting some). Also it’s the pandemic, and given all his precautions, I don’t see him going out for random hook ups. I like to think that maybe this was a pre-Italy hook up and he did still call someone by Pen’s name, which totally surprised him and also put some thoughts in his head when they were in Italy.

And I just love all the ways Felicity/the Bridgertons could have found out. I didn’t even consider the Michael way and I love that if there’s one thing that gets Fran to reveal she’s with Michael is when he has info about Colin and Pen. Personally, I think it may be a Felicity and Hyacinth thing when they’re both being a little stalker-ish and stumble upon on overnight date.

Okay, last Q for now. When Colin asks Pen to come over and they finally talk, I have been dying to know what happens. I love the time stamps because I think - okay, so Colin told Pen to come over around 8:15, she said she would be there in 15, let’s say 8:30 she’s prompt and scared, upstairs and awkward small talk down by 8:45, what are they talking about for two hours???

Sorry, this may have revealed too much about how much I fangirl about your work but you really are one of my favorite writers. I just think you get them so well and you’re so beautifully descriptive. I completely treat your scene when Colin tells the mamas that the wedding is being moved up as canon. I’m so excited to see what you come up next and really grateful you feed us so well!

Dude, I'm blown away that you took the time out to ask me questions! I don't think I can really express how honored I am by your messages and the fact that you love Digital Age.

I am such a visible person in terms of my writing - I'm the one who's making all the faces and mannerisms while I write it into the characters. Even in digital age, where we clearly don't see any physical stuff, it's really fun to get to explain what I'd imagined! And about how Colin and Pen are when they actually spend time together... I always think of the book scene where he's holding her hand for 5 minutes the night before the church/carriage/proposal scene, and how they're so obvious without even realizing it!! They're definitely like that in my opinion.

njskfansdjkfn "boy is finally getting some" so true and honestly good for them!! I really love that idea for pre-Italy 🥺 it's finally in his head and he's trying to deny it, but it's there!!

Felicity and Hyacinth are absolutely the leaders of #PolinWatch so I absolutely see them using their stalker skills to know.

Oof, okay. What do they do for 2 hours?

You're right that they get past the small talk pretty quickly, because Colin's ready to really get down into it. He wants to know what happened after Italy and why she shut him down. She beats around the bush for a while, there's some silence, and then they start arguing. They can't agree on Italy or their feelings, whether it was real or just the heat. Penelope insists that what they had was a fleeting moment - Colin says that's bullshit. He tells her that he's never felt that way - she asks how he can be sure. She asks him why now, why his feelings have changed after more than a decade. He demands to know why she refuses to give this a chance.

She says she can't "just give it a chance" because with him, it would have to be all or nothing. Because he could break her to the point of no repair if they can't give it their all. Their friendship is too great to risk over something casual, which they both agree on. Colin tells her that she really is his best friend.

Things start to calm down, and they're less heated. Colin offers to make some food and he stands by the stove cooking pasta as Penelope sits at the kitchen table. They talk about their writing, to distract themselves a bit. He asks her the questions he hadn't gotten the chance to ask before: how she'd done her column for so long in secret, how it felt. She asks him how he feels about his own writing, and if he's going to look into publishing it. They say how proud they are of each other.

And then there's a pause, and he's making the sauce while she's staring at the floor. They're wondering how it would really work. She asks whether he's willing to be in town more often - when the pandemic starts clearing - and whether he actually would. He asks if she'd be willing to leave more often, travel, and write a bit there.

It's a standstill. Are they really willing to take the leap? Then the food's done and Colin sets it on the table and looks at her, hard. Neither of them says anything.

And then, just as the tension's gotten to the point where it feels like the entire room is stifling, Penelope gets up and says, "That's that, then. Night, Colin," and leaves. Colin comes to his senses right as the elevator closes.

God, I hope that all made sense! They honestly do have a lot to talk about, because I imagine that even as they're becoming really good friends, they don't spend enough time really talking. They discuss movies and surface-level things, but it really takes until that night for them to open up. Hope that was all worth the wait!

"you really are one of my favorite writers." I really can't tell you how much it meant for me to see that. I'm crying right now just reading that again because I really have dealt with a lot of self-doubt lately. I'm not as active as I once was, and I know it's easy for people to forget about you, so again, I really appreciate it. No pressure to keep replying, but I'm so thankful for you and your fangirling. Please keep being you. (and honestly, if you'd ever like to see a scene from Digital Age written out, don't hesitate to let me know. As I've shown, I don't mind cheating around the epistolary theme, lol!)

Ahhhh, thank you so much again! These are the things that can really help remind you of the love of writing (especially Colin and Penelope, who really will forever be my true loves). skjdngfjkdsfn I would say more if I could think of the words, but you're just so incredible!! <3

#hi I'm so sorry this took me so long to reply to! #I was overwhelmed by your kindess #these asks have been so amazing your thoughtfulness is incredible #and I'm happy to answer these questions!! it's so fun looking back at what I was thinking #and tbh I've always been too scared to reread digital age and this gave me a good reason to go back #<3 #writing asks #my fics #digital age #polin

[illyanapryde]

Just me talking about how much I hate the MCU and how it’s ruining the comics because bla bla bla capitalism

One very major flaw of recent comics (I’m talking about the last decade-ish) is that, in hopes to benefit from the financial success of the MCU, comics began to change the personalities, looks, backstories, costumes, and aesthetics of their characters to match their MCU counterparts.

Before an MCU fan spouts some bullshit like “Well it shouldn’t matter because it’s still the same character and if you’re a true fan you should love them anyway,” I simply can’t help but struggle to enjoy seeing everything special about my favorite characters be retconned. It’s one thing when the MCU adapts my favorite characters and changes them beyond recognition, but at least I can live with that because I can simply not watch MCU content. It’s another thing when the MCU’s same shitty changes are made in the comics, effectively ruining that character.

A prime example is the terrible jokes. Before 2008, comics would mostly have little to no humor. And if/when they did, it would usually be the focus of the story (Deadpool’s entire character for example). But following the release of Iron Man, comics began to change to mimic MCU!Tony Stark’s silly little one liners that somehow gave Marvel Studios a blockbuster hit. What I’m about to say is just personal opinion, but I honest to god hate the “comedy” in the MCU. A couple movies pull it off by making it the focus of the movie (Thor: Ragnarok and Ant-Man 1+2), but for the most part, the inconsistent dry humor is awkward and boring. I didn’t realize this until The Batman, a movie that consistently maintains its dark aesthetic, came out and my mind was blowed by the cinematography. My best friend @gothictoxicc pointed out to me that that movie was so good because it didn’t ruin every dramatic scene with a dry joke that ruins the vibe. Anyways, I fucking hate that I can’t read a new Avengers comic without finding several random jokes that ruin the seriousness of the situation at hand.

Another example of an MCU fuckup that dripped into the comics is Wanda Maximoff. Oftentimes when a character is adapted to the MCU, their 616 version is subsequently drawn to look exactly like their MCU actor, despite that character clearly looking very differently for decades prior. Now if you’re an MCU fan you may be wondering why this is so frustrating for a comic fan, and I’ll tell you. It’s because of whitewashing and lightwashing. Wanda’s been around since the 1960’s and often has a distinct look (kinky/curly hair that’s either auburn or brown depending on the illustrator, and sometimes other ethnic features such as a hooked nose, tan skin, and dark eyes) yet once Elizabeth Olsen was cast in the role, Wanda began to be drawn like this in the comics. The erasure of Wanda’s ethnic features for the sake of pale skin, straight hair, and green eyes matters because Wanda is Romani. However now, her whitewashing is more easily excusable by MCU fans because “she looks white in the comics anyway.”

Side note for paragraph above: The same thing has happened with many other characters such as Natasha Romanoff, and although it’s not necessarily bigoted in any way to draw Nat like Scarlett Johansson in the comics, it does make me want to cry every time I see it.

While we’re on the subject of things that make me want to cry, let’s talk about Clint Barton. In the comics, he’s rocked a lot of funky (honestly the best adjective for them) and colorful costumes that make him stand out and look easily identifiable in comics. However, since the MCU is goddamn boring, they put Jeremy Renner in all black and called it a day. Following that, 616!Clint started dressing like a boring loser. I personally can never forgive the MCU for stripping Clint of his camp (I’ve never used that word but it feels right) outfits.

MCU influence changing the comics: Honorable mentions:

- The entire GoTG team being changed to fit their MCU counterparts in both looks and personalities. I’m talking Gamora, Peter Quill, Nebula, Groot, etc. Literally all of them.

- A younger Black Nick Fury was introduced to the comics following Samuel L. Jackson’s popularity in the MCU (which I have no problem with because who doesn’t love Samuel L. Jackson)

- Loki is now portrayed as morally grey rather than an evil little slut

- Magneto and the Maximoff twins suffered that atrocious retcon where they were revealed not to be Magneto’s children, nor to be mutants at all. This happened as a result of the dispute between Fox (daddy company of the x-men movies) and Marvel Studios over rights to the Maximoff twins, whose terms were unclear because Fox claimed rights to mutant characters while Marvel Studios claimed rights to Avengers characters, and the Maximoff twins were both. To simplify things, the twins had their origins changed in the comics so Fox wouldn’t be able to claim them. Ultimately, the two companies agreed that Marvel Studios could include both twins but had to kill one off, and Fox could include the twin that would be killed off.

#mcu fans i do think i’m better than you #my pussy is fatter and my brain is bigger #it’s simple facts

[ameliagiovanna0]

I word vomited because Chenford

This might be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t think Ashley is a bad person or a bad character. A little odd, sure, but I don’t think she’s inherently bad. The only thing I have against her is that she’s in the way of Chenford, but it’s most likely just a plot. Although, I do think it’s weird that she doesn’t have more of a problem with Tim and Lucy’s relationship. I genuinely don’t know if it’s because she simply trusts Tim that much, or if it she doesn’t have the self-respect to care. Tim seriously said, “Pretend I’m proposing to her to freak out my coworker,” and Ashley really found nothing weird about that?

Chris, on the other hand, is red flag after red flag. He seems like he’s always trying to be more interesting than he really is. Trying to prove himself as a rookie ADA, talking about food on the double date, and then saying he loved Hawaii even though he’d never been. The thing that sealed the “I hate Chris” deal was him singing Dream a Little Dream of Me in front of Lucy. That whole episode with him was nauseating.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Why is Lucy giving this guy the time of day? She has never been shy about standing up for herself, so why didn't she kick his ass to the curb after the trial prep? It’s so out of character for her. Despite the lack of consistency with this show, I’m going to say that Tim and Ashley’s relationship and Chris and Lucy’s relationship are just setting the stage for a Chenford feelings realization. Especially with Ashley not wanting to get married or have kids, when Tim has blatantly expressed wanting that and with the promo.

I feel like Ashley and Chris have more in common and would make a better couple than their current pairings.

Lucy looked gutted when Tim said he could see himself married to Ashley and again when she though he proposed.

Quick blurb about everyone else. The opening scene had me wheezing with the way Wesley literally fell out of bed. Loving Patrice and Angela moments. I love Patrice as it is. Angela and Wesley are couple goals. I absolutely loved that Donovan’s mom brought Lila to see Nyla. That was a really sweet moment between the three of them. Grey and Luna are cuties. Grey went from hating Nolan to helping him achieve what he wanted, and I’m here for it. Nolan would make a good TO (despite the timeline for that, and pretty much everything else, having gone out the window).

Ok, the promo. Eric said that he had stuff to look forward to toward the end of the season, so I’m hopeful lol. We know Tim and Lucy are going undercover as a couple. I really don’t think Tim and Ashley are going to last much longer at this point. Tim clearly wants to get married and have kids, and I can’t see him giving that up for Ashley. I can’t even venture a guess as to why Chris is still around.  I have two-ish theories about the promo and finale. The first being that Tim and Lucy go undercover and they realize their feelings, but they (either by talking to each other or not), but then it gets awkward between Tim and Lucy and we get some angst into season five. The second part of that theory is that they kiss while UC or end up snuggling because there was only one bed. Kind of along the same lines is that something like I just described happens, but they try to ignore it and go back to their relationships, but eventually realize that it won’t work. My second theory: whatever happens while they’re UC happens, but then they kiss after they get back and we get a cliffhanger.

I am genuinely curious to see what happens with Nolan and the being banished to the boarder and whatever happens with Pete. Because that’s historically hilarious.

I have some questions though. Why is Tim suddenly ok with Lucy going undercover? Does he go with her because he’s worried about her? If so, what does Ashley think about it, assuming they’re still together? Maybe he didn’t have a choice in them going?

I think that’s all of my thoughts 🥴😂

#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #nyla harper #angela lopez #wesley evers #wopez #john nolan #patrice evers #ashley mcgrady #chris sanford #wade grey #luna grey

[lorei-writes]

Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks! 🥺😈⛔📈👀

Ahh, hello, hello! Thanks for dropping by!!! <3

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Hmm... Perhaps those small moments of domesticity? Them just sharing the mundane daily life, with little affections present.

Overall, it’s easier to melt me with ‘She hanged out laundry to dry outside and went to nap, because she was really tired. The laundry dried, but rain threatened to ruin it. Instead of waking her up, her partner went to collect it himself, folded it, and put some of it back in the closet, all the while making sure he is extra quiet as not to disturb her. She woke up in a room smelling of fresh laundry.’ kind of scenario than anything grand (for example, big vacation, elaborate dates, anything involving a lot of luxury or items signifying high social standing).

(On that note, I’m the type of person to go heart-eyed when suitors are presented to just... Wear comfortable clothing? Of course, in appropriate situations. But I’d take ‘cooking together while in old sweatpants and some random T-shirt’ kind of scenario over any ‘dress up in an exquisite suit and attend this ball’ situation anytime).

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I can’t recall one, no. At least not in stories themselves. However, I do allow myself to get a tiny tiny bit mean in some roleplaying events (say, In the Eye(glasse)s of The Grandma, or Samurwise Advice).

But nearly all the advice shared during the Grandma event is fairly terrible, so I hope nobody takes it too seriously, haha. I try to keep it in a good tone.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Does writing out the beginning while knowing that it will never be turned into a finished story count? If it does -- then yes, I suppose this happened several times. Otherwise.. Not really.

I sometimes take several tries before the beginning lands ‘just right’. So I definitely scrape stuff, just generally not the entire concept for a story (at least not after I’ve decided to write it out... I have an entire graveyard of ideas).

📈 How many fics do you have?

At the moment, it’s 182 fics. (Multichapter stories each contribute a one fic in this counting system -- so, say, all chapters of The Dragon of Yss count as one; headcanons and event letters not included).

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Okay. Okay. Okay. This thing? This thing has been killing me for several weeks now. Actually, those several weeks were killing me overall, because MAN. I generally had several short breaks during the day, and would be free for longer only after 9 or 10PM >,> But, starting this weekend, it got a little bit easier on me, so hopefully I can finish this -ish now. Hopefully.

So! A 3-chapter mini series. Fandom: The Arcana. Asra x Anna (OC).

When? Just before the beginning of the game. Situation? As in the game, Anna has no recollection of her previous life. However, at this point, she can live independently, and building a life for herself is what she does... Asra may not be included in it, but he convinces himself he should be happy for her. Unlike in the game, though, Anna begins to recover her memories, which leads her to question everything that she thought she knew.

Overall: lots of a certain particular brand of internal angst. Why am I doing it to myself? I don’t know. It appeared in my head, I told some friends about it, they liked it, and there we are. I’ve been enabled to commit angst, haha.

Fanfic Writer Asks

#answered #krys-loves-otome #ask game

[jojolovenotes]

Idk what happened to me recently but something snapped and I’ve just become so much more of a Vegeta simp. Like he’s just so wonderful and perfect???

Yesterday I was doing something stupid, but before I continued forwards I felt like I could hear him saying “You idiot, what the hell are you doing?” and it made me stop. Idk I feel like a big part of why I stay alive is because I don’t want to let him down. Unsure if this is this most healthy but whatever works lol.

There’s so much subtle writing to his character, and I can relate to his own struggles. I think Dragon Ball as a whole has such excellent writing that people often overlook and dismiss. I mean it practically created modern shounen so there’s gotta be something good in it for it to be so iconic. In particular I love the scene of him in the rain for it being one of the most literally me things I’ve ever seen/read. Seriously tho standing out in the rain and screaming is therapeutic.

Wether it be committing war crimes or being a family man, I love Vegeta with all of my heart. He keeps me going in life. He means the world to me. I want him to be there for me and to protect me. To hold me close when I’m dealing with schizophrenia. To give me headpats and stroke my hair. I’ve been dealing with loneliness due to Stockholm syndrome caused by my ex, with intense depression due to not being able to get a job, and the general depression caused by boredom that summer brings me, but Vegeta is able to soften the blow for me.

I have nothing else to call this but pure, genuine, and authentic love. Even if he’s a fictional character, I feel more emotion towards him than most people I know.

Sorry that this was kinda long, silly, and got a bit serious I just don’t know where else to put this.

Awww, haha sometimes it happens that way! I’m glad you’re having a lot of feelings for Vegeta... It’s nice to hear your thoughts about him and how much you feel for him! 

I’m glad that he has such a positive impact on you... Sometimes self care is having a fictional character guide you and prevent you from doing something which may be harmful to yourself.

Vegeta cares about you a lot in his own way. His words might come off as harsh sometimes and he can be kinda standoff-ish at first, but he gradually learns to be more loving and patient with you. He learns when he needs to give you physical affection and attention... He has a hard time showing his care on his features since that’s just how his personality is, but you can always feel his love for you in his actions whether it’s a hug or just a headpat. 

I’m sorry you’re dealing with so much right now, but I’m glad that at least your love for Vegeta is getting you through these difficult times. 

#received transmission ✨ #gushing✨ #not jojo ✨ #witchofcustom

[qtr-life-crisis]

Professional Learning Community AKA Novel Teacher Intervention

I was watching a show with a friend, and out of nowhere, I had a flashback to something that happened this past year. Early-ish in the year (around November), our department team had a meeting scheduled to start doing PLCs or Professional Learning Communities. If you’re not familiar with what these times are supposed to be, these are meetings among teachers where they can collaborate on curriculum, discuss lessons, and grow as a department with a shared vision. 

Quite frankly, I knew this didn’t sound like something my school would be doing. Community was not something my colleagues seemed to value considering I had worked with them for a year, and the only reason they reached out to me was to provide their judgmental and unsupportive advice. I knew the moment I heard about it that it was going to have something to do with my teaching because I taught a course different from everyone else. I was dreading this meeting in the weeks leading up to it because I knew in my gut that it wouldn’t be good for me.

I’m sure you won’t be surprised to find out it was exactly what I thought it was, a Novel Teacher Intervention. I didn’t teach the same way as my colleagues, and they didn’t understand the way I taught. Instead of trying to understand and support me, they tried to fit me in their mold for how a person should teach. Instead of asking questions to understand, they continued to make assumptions and tell me that my teaching didn’t work. That’s bullshit. 

I was a good teacher, and I could have been better if I had actually had support and someone to mentor me. Let’s just talk about how this meeting went though and how my admin tried to gaslight me afterwards.

I walked into this meeting. The desks were in a circle. The admin sat on one side, the veteran teachers sat on another, and I was by myself with everyone talking at me. They talked at me for at least 20 minutes straight. I honestly can’t even remember what they were saying, but I remember being so angry I wanted to cry (which isn’t particularly hard for me). When I was finally given the chance to speak, every idea or thought I offered was cut off and shot down. They finally gave me time to speak and barely let me get a word out. By the end of the meeting it was clear they wanted me to redo my entire curriculum because they didn’t agree with my style of teaching. 

Can you imagine how sad and isolating that experience is as a teacher? You already didn’t feel supported by your colleagues as a person, and then you realize your colleagues and administration can’t even support you professionally. You don’t have to be friends with your co-workers, but there should be a level of professional compromise where you can put the petty bullshit aside and move forward. Not at my fucking school.

By the end of that meeting, I was ready to turn in my badge and keys. I was fuming mad. Didn’t say a word to anyone when I left. Went straight to the track for a walk and screamed in my car on the way there. They made me hate my fucking life. 

The next day, I left a letter in the mailbox of all my principals describing for them why I teach the way I do, the benefits of it, and the research to back up my methods. They didn’t give a shit. Instead, they barged in on me during my planning time unexpectedly while my door was shut and locked. They fucking apologized that the meeting came off as an intervention! Like what the hell was it supposed to be?! A FUCKING PARTY?! Umm.... I really think they thought I was completely ignorant and incompetent. I saw through their fake ass bullshit, and they knew it. So they did what any bully does and the tried to make me feel as small and powerless as they possibly could. 

Drunk on power, they made my life a living hell the rest of the year. They completely discarded my classroom set up when I had to take time off for my mental health. They didn’t take student discipline issues seriously and put all of them back on me like they were 100% my fault. They moved my classroom without notifying me. They knew my mental health was shit and continued to do crap that made it even worse. 

This is me reclaiming my story because the shit they pulled was, in my opinion, psychological and emotional abuse. If they get to go around and continue acting how they did, then I get to tell my story. They don’t own me, and I don’t answer to them anymore. My voice, my story, I deserve to be heard.

#quarter life crisis #teaching #education #trauma #emotional abuse #psychological abuse #mental abuse

[brbremaking]

911 got renewed I’m gonna kill myself why did god forsake me

#probably because I haven’t read namaz all day tauba I’m gonna do qadha now I promise #seriously why is this happening to me I’m a good person ish #I wanted to get this shit out my system and never think about it again #if they don’t kill Eddie diaz tonight I’m gonna kill Ryan Guzman and then myself #if he dies I’m fucked huh #obviously I’d take out woody Allen on my way down I’m not an idiot #death mention #911 #like 🤢🤢🤢 #🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

[teeth-farie]

Electric Bliss

Barbatos/AFAB Reader

Notes: electrostimulation, kind of sick fic?, cbt, reader is called Madam, barb has vent like anatomy, 2.5k words

☞. . . Commission for @domreader-headcannon-scenarios ! I’m so so sorry it took me longer than usual, I hope the payoff makes up for it- and I hope you enjoy!

Demon illnesses are a peculiar thing. It isn’t often they happen, and it isn’t often they happen to a demon as strong as Barbatos. Maybe he had caught a cold once a millennia ago, or maybe it was something he had thought happened. Nevertheless, Barbatos is resilient, even with a sniffle and a pink nose.

Except.

Except now he has you, and your boisterous personality, and your gall to march up to Diavolo and demand that Barbatos get time off to recover. Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised when the young master only laughed his deep belly laugh and assured you it’d be ok, and mentioned how enthralled he was to see you so passionate about the health of his beloved butler.

You took the job seriously, navigating his living Relativity painting of a room to make his bed as comfortable as possible; and marking your way for easy passage to and fro. And you've expected that Barbatos would struggle every step of the way, insisting that he could take care of himself and meandering his way from bed to try and shuck on his uniform. You only take him by the hand and guide him back to bed, pushing his bangs off his sweaty forehead and unbuttoning his hastily applied uniform from his body to lay him back in bed.

Despite this, there are moments where he succumbs to your nurturing hand; letting his eyes flutter shut as your hand combs through his hair, his head leaning against your chest, and listening carefully to your steady heartbeat as you hold him close to your body.

Barbatos is doing better today, in comparison to his other days. He’s more alert and talkative, tentatively sipping his tea in bed. Admittedly, your tea-making skills aren’t nearly as good as his, though he’s voicing no complaints.

He sets his cup in the saucer, carefully setting it on the nightstand table. “Thank you, dear.” Barbatos smiles a gentle smile, his voice still a tad rough and pitiful. Your chest swells with some type of warm satisfaction, seeing his eyes a little brighter and crinkling with his smile. You’re doing a good job, you’re making him feel better.

“Still sore today?” It’s a force of habit to press the back of your palm to his forehead, and the smile that rises on your face is just as natural when he leans into your touch and lets a low pleased purr roll from his throat. “Yes,” he sighs.

“I thought you’d be. That’s why,” you reluctantly pull your hand away, a twinge in your heart when his brows furrow and a near whisper whine tumbles from his throat. “I brought something that might help.” You stand from the edge of the bed, picking up your bag from the floor, setting it on the bed to rummage through. Barbatos gives you a quizzical look. With a triumphant grin and a slight tangle of chords between your fist, you hold out the item.

In your hands is a contraption made up of two pads connected by cords to a small control-like device. “This is like an electro-something thingy that helps with achy muscles. I brought it back from my trip up to the human world because my friend was raving about it, but honestly, I wasn’t a fan,” Barbatos only smiles at your rambling. You cut yourself off with a small, polite-ish cough. “I mean, what I’m trying to say is that I think it’s worth a shot if you wanna try it?” You give it another shake, the pads bumping against each other. “I trust your judgment.” Barbatos pushes the blankets down his thighs, lifting his legs out from the covers with a low sigh. “It feels heavy, everything’s sore,” he whimpers. “I haven’t been so ill in..in…” He trails off, lips parted as the thoughts refuse to bubble up.

“A while?” You substitute, smiling softly as you settle next to him and fumble for the vaseline in your bag. Barbatos nods gratefully. “Yes, that. That,” he points at the jar you uncap. “What is it for?”

“Oh! This is for the pads, you put some on,” you demonstrate, scooping up a glob and smearing it onto the black pads, covering it in clear, viscous goo. “And it helps the pads stick to your skin. Here,” you take his arm, pushing up his sleeve. “You can try it on your arm and see if we wanna do more.”

Barbatos nods in agreement, holding his sleeve up as you place both pads next to each other on the tops of his forearm. “It’s cold.” He says with a light laugh and sniffle, weary eyes watching you turn on the device. “I’ll put it on the first setting.” You give him a moment before clicking the little arrow and turning it to its first notch.

It’s a light buzz on his arm, nothing much, and quite easy to ignore if he really wanted. He watches as the hairs on his arm raise a little, then as the muscles in his arm suddenly tighten. “Oh my!” He exclaims, observing with intense curiosity as his forearm tightens, muscles pulling taut and rippling under the surface of his skin–then relaxing fully. The relief is immediate and soothing, a feeling of relaxation in its place.

The look on his face is one that distracts you; the look of bliss and relief. “Oh my…”

You turn the voltage down, gathering his attention again as you gently peel the patches off his forearm. “Feel good?” You ask, a clear answer already in your head. Barbatos nods, further confirming it. “Yes, it does,” he leans back against the propped pillows and headboard. “Ah, my legs- they’re sore too.”

“You want those next?” You punctuate your question by rubbing your free hand over his thigh. “Mhm.” He hums, lazily grabbing the elastic waistband of his sleep pants and starting to slide them down his hips. With no need for modesty at all, he lifts his hips up as much as he can and slides his pants down to his thighs. You set the pads and wires down to assist, gently shimmying his pants completely off and tossing them to the foot of the bed.

Barbatos sighs at the sudden chill against his legs, raising goosebumps against his skin and his hair prickling. The coolness feels heavenly on his burning skin, though the ache persists. He sniffles again, kicking the blankets off his shins.

“Poor thing,” you sigh, pressing the pads on his upper left thigh. “Don’t you worry, I’ll make you feel better.” You turn the level up two notches this time, and the sound Barabtos makes in reflex is one that floods heat into your gut. “Thank you, Madam…”

Oh. He’s in that kind of mood.

He never fails to surprise you, it seems. His thigh tenses and his groan is loose and low. He sighs your title again, thighs trying to press together as the muscles tighten rapidly. “Feels good, Madam,” he nearly slurs, white-knuckling the duvet blanket. His leg relaxes and he spreads them with a light huff. You can see the wet spot in his underwear, the way his slick drips from his vent. You swallow, your heartbeat quickening. Even sick and fussy, Barbatos turns you on.

“You’ve got a damp spot, Barbie,” your finger inches up the inside of his thigh, gently and just brushing the sensitive skin. “You wanna let Madam take care of you?” You settle at the hem of the leg hole, soothingly rubbing your thumb against the edge. His nod is immediate. “Yes, yes, I want Madam to touch me.”

“That’s my good boy,” you turn off the current and peel the pads off, letting your nails lightly scratch his hips as you pull his underwear down. Barbatos helplessly lifts his hips to try and assist, a pearl of slick dripping from his vent and down the crease of his ass. “Such a pretty demon.” You coo, running your thumb against the chubby lip of his vent. You pull gently to the side, coaxing the shy hemipenes from their place. Slowly, they slide out, twined against each other, and covered in viscous arousal. “There they are, so needy.” You run your finger under one of his twin cocks, watching it shudder under your touch, and then urgently seek out more of it. “My Barbie, you’ve been going through a lot lately, huh?” He nods loosely, rocking his hips up feverishly. You wrap your hand around both his tentacocks, squeezing them tight in your grip–just like you know he likes.

“Uhn-”

“You want Madam to play with your little cocks, don’t you?” You stroke slowly, squeezing tighter around the pulsing tips.

“Y-yes, yes, Madam-”

“You want Madam to hurt your cocks, right?” Faster now, you move your hand up and down- up and down. Slick gathering between your knuckles and pre practically squeezed from his slits from the harsh grip of your fist.

“Yes! Yes, Madam, Madam I want- I-I want,” Barbatos slaps his hand down against the covers, near delirious from the heavy-handed grip you have on his dicks. You slow, settling at the bases to knead your thumb into the thick, swollen flesh. He keens, head nearly knocking back against the headboard until he nods back up again, finally grabbing onto what he was searching for.

The electric stimulator. “This, please?” He drags it up to his thigh, bumping it up against your fist.

“Oh,” you sigh, a grin spreading across your face. “It’ll hurt, you know that, right?” You punctuate with another ruthless squeeze, letting your nails scrape against his dicks. He grits his teeth, a pitiful sob choked from his chest. “P-please, please- make it hurt, please,” his legs tremble, dropping the device into your lap.

You free his hemipenes from your grasp, sloppily wiping the slick from your palm off on your jeans. “Your dicks are so small, think the pads will fit?” You joke, taking your time to align and place the first patch against the underside of the base. You give it a little squeeze, ensuring that it’ll stick. You hear Barbatos faintly snort a little at your teasing, letting his head fall back against the headboard as you stick the second and last patch on his other cock. “There we go, ready?”

“Yes, Madam.” He says certainly despite his sniffle and clogged voice. His relaxed legs immediately tense and tighten the moment you turn it on. The sound he makes is one akin to a wounded animal, completely guttural and raw as he sobs your name. His cocks jump under the current, his legs kicking out as the stimulation travels up from the base of his cocks to the weeping tips. An endless drool of precum drips from the slits, slowly splattering down onto his thighs. “Ughn-” The current rises again, and so does the level you adjust it to. Barbatos’ head perks up, his entire body tensing and shaking. “Uhn-! Fu-huh-uck!”

Your eyes widen a little in surprise. He’s never cursed before during your intimate sessions. A knot of arousal pools in your gut. And now, hearing him break like this- you want to hear more.

He immediately slaps a hand over his gaping mouth, deep teal eyes widening. “I’m sorry, I’m- ahhaha- sorry, M-madam- I didn’t mean, I didn’t-!” You click it up another level, just to test. “Shit!”

And you were right. You’re unbelievably wet right now, a persistent ache between your legs as your eyes train on his jumping cocks, the way they jerk and writhe and drool copious amounts of slick and pre onto his stomach and you’re wondering if maybe he's already cum without realizing–and then you look up at his face. His gorgeous, euphoric, ruddy face with his slack drooly lips and delirious slitted eyes. “Let it out,” just holding your hand over his thigh makes him twitch and his legs shudder, stomach crunching and sore. “Madam’s giving you permission, tell me what you’re thinking.”

His face is one described of awe, then shocking bliss as the current tenses him again. “I-I,” he swallows shakily, mouth falling open again to take in gulps of air, poorly handling the way his hips continuously twitch and jerk upwards- his cocks bobbing uselessly. “It f-feels so fuckingg good, it hurts, it hurts so good,” he shakily reaches out to you. “Madam, I can’t- I can’t hold it anym-muh-more. I can feel it in-inside,” Barbatos gasps, clutching onto your shirt. The statement sends another surge of arousal through you. You hover your hand just over his mound, fingers just shy of the sticky surface. “In here?” And you press, press your hand down against his sensitive mound. “Guh-! Yes, yes, in there-” and in the most broken voice- “hold me, please, I’m going to, I-I need,”

You cut him off by sinking to his side, immediately taking him in your arms and cradling his head against your chest. “Always, Barbie. You gonna let go for me, you wanna cum for Madam?” You rake your hand through his dark messy hair, letting your lips brush over his hairline. He weakly nods, and you reach down to stroke your fingers over his swollen cockheads- and really, that's all it takes. The current surges one last time when he cums, further milking him of everything he has to give. His ejaculate paints his stomach and chest in streaks, staining his flushed skin a pearled white.

Quickly after, you peel the pads off, shutting the device off and letting your palm cup his swollen hemipenes as he catches his breath. Carefully, slowly, they begin to retreat back into his vent and you're left soothingly rubbing his puffy mound gently.

Barbatos begins with your name, seemingly calmed down from the ordeal. “You’re magnificent.” He croaks, nuzzling his nose into the worn fabric of your shirt, taking in the comforting smell of you. “Really? I would have thought I’d be a little mean.” You grin. “Never.” He scoffs lightly, yet a smile remains on his lips. “I may feel sorer than before, though.” You can hear the slight grimace in his voice.

“Mm, sorry,” you pause to press a kiss to the crown of his head, legs rubbing against his. “I should run you a bath, huh? Wanna let me pamper you a little more?”

He responds with a light stretch of his legs and a long sigh. “I suppose, if only a little more.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic, I’ll let you go back to your workaholic self once you feel better.” You ruffle his hair a bit and let him go to stand. “You can’t say you don’t like being babied.” You stick your tongue out at him playfully.

“I do.” He sighs, gratefully taking your hands as you help him sit up. His head takes a moment to catch up with the rest of his body, lightheadedness still everpresent in his being. “But it’s only because you enjoy it too,” Barbatos says with such a sweet smile, letting his legs hang over the edge of the bed, his head coming forward softly to rest against your stomach. You stifle a coo, cradling his head in your hands.

Yes, it seems despite how harsh the touch he craves you to give can be, you still find yourself coming back to the softness you know he truly deserves.

#spicy #barbatos #sub obey me #kofi request #afab mc #fem mc #dw no serious sickness- just grogginess and sniffles mentioned here! #obey me barbatos