#this was my big “fuck around and find out” painting of 2022

[dontbelasagnax]

a coruscant date night

My page art for @thecodywanzine !! If you didn't get your hands on a copy, I recommend checking out the leftover sale in September. All the contributors and mods put such hard work into it and it shows <3

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #star wars fanart #my art #this was my big “fuck around and find out” painting of 2022 #did not have a single clue what i was doing. just had a vision and a deadline. #this is supposed to be no order 66 au btw 🥺

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

I saw fanart and now I’m doing a thought/prompt dump. Most of these are SoapGhost

1) Soap is a fuckin atrocious eater 😂 like man’s gets food all over his mouth (and on one occasion his hair cause he didn’t realise he had food on his hands) and Ghost finds it both wildly endearing and so so fuckin annoying. He still cleans him up anyway though

2) Soaps a brat. No question, without a doubt, he’s a brat. And Ghost lives for it. He loves pushing Soap to be as bratty as he can be just so he can turn around and teach him a lesson. Soap knows Ghost does this and sometimes he’ll up it just a touch more cause he also loves the game they play

3) Ghost finally figuring out Soap’s been proper flirting with him (and not just as a game) and freaking tf out and Soaps just there like ‘thank you for noticing my heartfelt feelings for you after so long’

4) 2022 Ghost and Soap meeting 2009 Ghost and Soap would be so funny and so chaotic and just- yes. But also, throw 2009 & 2022 Price in the mix to add on the angst of knowing the other two died and shit

5) Soap going around kissing everyone but then when he gets to Ghost and tries to give him a short kiss on the cheek the others dragging him away to thoroughly ruin him

6) Ghost using Johnny’s ass to stabilise his sniper instead of his shoulder or whatever cause ‘Johnny your muscles are getting in the way, turn around’ 🤣

7) Someone else said this once but Johnny stealing one of Ghost’s skull masks and painting it red and then claiming he’s always had it and doesn’t know why his Lt is accusing him of crime

8) Soap using Ghost as a recharge for his social battery. One small kiss or hug from the man and he’s ready to light up a room again

9) Soap’s got a hardcore oral fixation and it’s hard to find him without something in his mouth. Most times he’s got lollipops in his mouth (cause he really doesn’t wanna go through the mess of accidentally breaking a pen with his teeth again) and Ghost is so weak for it

10) Soap using Ghost’s shirts to sleep in cause they’re comfy and bigger than him (Soap loves feeling small sometimes cause he’s a big dude)

11) Alejandro locking Soap in a closet somewhere on base (cause the man wouldn’t shut the fuck up) and then having to deal with the consequences of an angry (scared) Ghost that goes on an absolute warpath thinking Soap’s been kidnapped

12) Soap being an amazing cook but none of the 141 knowing cause they pissed him off and he cooked them borderline poisonous food as revenge. They won’t let him near the kitchen now

13) This wasn’t a fanart I saw but my brain took it to these two idiots anyway. But Ghost squeezing the absolute shit out of Soap’s ass and Soap just letting him cause he’s low key proud his ass made his Lt. Act out of sorts 😂

14) Soap putting on a harsher accent when he’s shy cause he hopes to god that whoever he’s talking to will give up on trying to understand him and leaves it alone

15) Alejandro learnt one bit of Gaelic so he could swear at Soap and Soap lost his fuckin mind at him in Gaelic and Spanish. Nobody’s ever tried doing it again

16) Soap’s so fuckin pale under all that gear that if you shine a light on it directly you will be blinded

17) Ghost catfishing Soap on tinder but Soap knowing about it cause his Lt. is an idiot that’s never put a password on his phone, he’s still rolling with it cause he wants to see how far he can get

18) Ghost marks Soap up to hell and back before he goes out for drinks so people know he’s taken even if Ghost isn’t there to tell them himself

19) Soap makes random noises with literally every little thing he does (it gets worse when he’s bored) and Ghost doesn’t understand it but he finds it funny and will sometimes join in (though denies it if he’s caught)

20) Last one, Soap’s got an entire journal filled with pictures from the end of each mission and they all have little messages or the names of anyone they might’ve lost. It stays on base and hidden cause it holds a lot of value to him

#random fic prompt #fic prompt #call of duty modern warfare #ghost x soap #141 x soap #thought dump #majority based on fanart and other people’s headcanons #ghostsoap #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #prompts

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,038

Gif NOT mine.

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Gif credit goes to - @bulletproofthroat (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

*Based entirely on → this ← post I made on my main/junk profile. And I liked to imagine this with the Iowa era Corey, but you're welcome to imagine whatever era you want.

Touring with Slipknot was interesting to say the least. They were loud, crazy, and sometimes gross, but despite their roughness they were genuinely nice people. Don't get me wrong, they could be assholes as much as anyone else, but in my personal experience, they were all bark no bite, looking like they could kill, but are actually total cinnamon rolls. Especially Corey. Yeah I know what you're thinking, Corey Taylor sweet? Well he is, with me at least.

You see it was within the first week of our tour, and Corey, Sid, and Mick all witnessed first hand just how bad my social anxiety can get. It was after the show was over, my band had finished our last song, and was heading for our dressing room. We were hot, sweaty, and still amped up on the energy of the crowd. Corey, Sid, and Mick were coming back from doing God only knows what. And from the other side of the hallway, was a massive crowd of fans trying desperately to meet us all.

One guy got passed security and made a mad dash for me, as he was apparently a particularly big fan of me. I tensed up and just sorta froze, my eyes wide and hands shaking when he essentially tackled me into a bone crushing hug. Everyone was yelling, but I couldn't make out what was being said over the ringing in my ears. And eventually someone, Mick I think, pulled the guy off of me, and I crumbled to the floor in a shaking sobbing mess. I was later told just how much the Slipknot guys were freaking out about the whole thing.

But my bandmates got me out of there and calmed me down, assuring me that everything was okay now. Ella my best friend, and bandmate, told me about everything later that night after I'd calmed down, and come back to my senses. She told me how pissed the Slipknot guys seemed, and how a few hours later they had all come knocking to see if I was okay. I had been taking an exhaustion nap when they showed up, so she had assured them I was fine and left it at that.

Since then I have been spending quite a lot of time with them all, finding their crude and sometimes childish humor very amusing. And the few times fans tried in such desperation to meet me, one if not all of them were by my side, berating and yelling at the fan to fuck off. Then they'd lead me away somewhere a little more quiet and make sure I was okay before leaving me be for a while. But today... Today I wasn't exactly able to run away from the individual making my anxiety spike.

It was a massive group interview that my band, and Slipknot were all involved in. Things were okay for a while, and most questions weren't directed at me, so I was calm and content. That is until the guy doing the interview suddenly asked me about the fan that "attacked" me. My mind went blank and I found myself unable to speak, the interviewer didn't seem to notice my discomfort and began prying for answers. My bandmates tried changing the topic, but he just kept prying.

My hands started shaking, my heart racing in my chest, and ears ringing loudly. Then suddenly a warmth enveloped my right hand, a warmth that clasped around my hand tenderly. A warmth I came to realize was Corey's hands holding my hand still. My racing heart calmed and the ringing in my ears ceased as I looked to the masked singer. Who was in turn looking at me with those piercing eyes of his, a faint smile ghosting his painted lips when he gently squeezed my hand in his.

The smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and his gentle eyes cast hatefully to the interviewer. Who he gave a piece of his mind to, cussing and raging about bringing up that and I quote "shitface". He kept a hold of my hand the entire time, blowing up even more when the interviewer tried turning things around and pointed it out. Before long me and Corey were at the back of the crowd, as both mine and his band got between us and the interviewer, all hell raining down on the guy as they all cussed and spewed hate at him.

Next thing I knew the masked man was dragging me off, the both of us leaving the interview without another word. Then once we were in the safe confines of my hotel room, Corey finally let go of my hand, but he kept casting glances to make sure my hands were no longer shaking. "You didn't have to do that you know." I had told him, picking at a loose string in my sleeve. "I wasn't going to let him talk to you like that." Corey shrugged, pulling his mask off after a moment. "I care about you, you know." He mumbled quietly. I smiled softly, reaching over to take his hand in mine. "I care about you too." I had assured him.

#imagine #gif imagine #extended #corey taylor #corey taylor imagine #corey taylor x reader #Corey Taylor x you #Corey Taylor x y/n #slipknot #slipknot imagine #slipknot x reader #slipknot x you #slipknot x y/n #reader insert #band #band imagines #stone sour #drabble #Slipknot drabble #stone sour drabble #Corey Taylor drabble

[little-diable]

Kinktober - Dean x Reader x Sam (smut)

Happy Kinktober! As posted before, I'll post a few imagines all throughout this month. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this. Don't forget the big rule: don't like it, don't read it. Enjoy my loves.xxx

🖤Kinks🖤 Knife play, Threesome

Warnings: 18+, unprotected vaginal sex, blowjob, knife, drugging, restrains, very much dubcon, threesome (no double penetration)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam!Winchester (1.5k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

The bar was crowded, bodies swaying together as they danced to the loud music. (Y/n) was pressed against Dean’s chest, he had his arm wrapped around her, keeping her close. Sam was standing at the bar, ordering their drinks, while his eyes wandered through the crowd. 

The three of them had arrived at this town a few hours ago, collecting clues, hoping to close this case as soon as possible. So far they hadn’t found much, unsure what they were going against, and yet they found themselves at the place where the first victim had been killed.

“Here you go.” Sam pressed Dean and (y/n) a beer into their outstretched hands, sharing a knowing look with Dean, a look (y/n) didn’t pay any attention to. She was swaying to the music, letting herself go for a moment as her mind no longer circled around their case. Perhaps she’d finally be able to let loose, forgetting about her responsibilities for just this night. Nothing more than some harmless fun; fun that would hopefully end with Dean pressed against her naked body.

Dean and (y/n) had been sneaking around for months, trying to hide their forming relationship from Sam. The oblivious younger brother that had been crushing on the female hunter ever since she had joined them years ago.

(Y/n) drowned her beer way too quickly, not noticing how her surroundings slowly seemed to blur, no longer fully focused on what was going on. She chuckled Dean’s name, eyes not able to find his, fluttering close to stop the bright lights from hurting her. Dean tightened his grasp on her, eyes flickering to Sam’s smirk.

“Thank fucking goodness.” Were the last words (y/n) heard before passing out. Her body clashed to the floor, no longer supported but pressed against the wooden ground. 

“How much did you use?” Dean’s rough voice ripped (y/n) from her slumber. She woke with a gasp, upper body rising from the mattress. Yet she didn’t come far, restricted by the ropes binding her wrists to the bed. Panicked eyes tried to find Dean’s, but it seemed as if both brothers were too focused on one another to pay attention to (y/n).

“I don’t know, not much.” She whimpered, loud enough to draw their gazes to her naked body. Both brothers were towering over her, studying the female hunter with smirks tugging on their lips. Dean moved closer to her, hand stroking up her naked thighs, pressing (y/n) further against the mattress.

“Took you a while, huh? Look at you, baby, I knew you’d love this.” Perhaps he was mistaking her dilated pupils for excitement. Perhaps he was mistaking her whimpers for moans. But perhaps Dean was simply toying with the confused woman for his own amusement. 

“What’s going on?” (Y/n)'s words were slurred, though clear enough to draw a laugh from Sam’s lips.

“Is she always this oblivious around you?” The tall brother found his way to the other side of the bed, eyes ranking up and down her naked frame. Something inside of her screamed at (y/n) to cover herself, not wanting to expose herself to Sam, and yet that nagging voice inside her mind found pleasure in the way he was staring at her.

Like a price to win, like a goddess walking this earth. 

“Don’t you remember what you told me? Your dream? I knew you wouldn't give in, at least not when you're sober.” Her breath hitched in her chest, heavy eyes flickering between both brothers as she remembered the dream she had shared with Dean a few weeks ago. Her mind had painted a colourful picture of her naked frame pressed against both brothers, allowing them to toy with her body. Nothing more than a harmless dream, or so she had thought. 

“Dean, I,” she wanted to pull back, wanting to wake from this very moment, and yet she couldn’t. Sam’s hand found its way to her thighs, moving further up, till he reached her heat. (Y/n) pressed her thighs together, eyes finding Dean’s, but the older brother didn’t react, letting Sam touch her. 

“Look at that, she’s soaked.” Sam’s rough laugh left her trembling, he sank down to the mattress, pulling her thighs apart to nestle in between. And before (y/n) could even dare to speak another word, she found her lips pressed against Dean’s, momentarily distracting her from Sam’s unfamiliar touch. The distraction didn’t last long enough, focus drawn back to Sam and the way he pressed his mouth against her core. 

(Y/n)’s still somewhat slurred moans broke through her, eyes fluttering close as her body gave into the sensation. Her mind was still confused, thoughts fogged up by whatever Sam had mixed into her drink. Ripped away by the stream of pleasure thumping through her; ripped away by the waves of lust clashing against her, forcing her to drown in the moment. Only as Dean rose from his position, undoing his shirt before he pulled a knife from his belt, did (y/n) open her eyes again. 

“Will you be a good girl for us?” The blade found her naked chest, pressed against her hardening nipples, forcing yet another gasp out of (y/n). She could only mewl Dean’s name, once again distracted by the eager movement of Sam’s tongue. His thumb circled her clit, pushing her further down the rabbit hole she was now trapped in. 

Dean moved the knife up her upper body, drawing shapes with the tip of the blade, till he reached the rope keeping her in place. He haltered, eyes finding hers before he cut the rope, momentarily freeing her. And yet she didn’t dare move, anticipating what was coming next. 

“Fuck, such an eager slut, clenching around my fingers. Do you want more?” Sam smirked at (y/n) as he rose, pulling his hand from her core. She didn’t get the time to reply as she was flipped around, face aligned with Dean’s crotch. His hardening cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans, begging to be freed, to disappear down her throat. 

“What do you think, sweetheart? Will you let Sammy fuck you?” Her thoughts were fogged up, not able to produce any rational thoughts, forcing her to whisper a small “Yes”. She had her gaze focused on Dean’s hand, watching him free his cock, as the sound of Sam undoing his trousers rang in her ears. And even though she didn’t see what the tall Winchester brother was doing, she could feel his every movement, preparing herself for his rough pace. 

With Dean’s hand finding her head, he pulled her further towards his cock, forcing her to part her lips. She was momentarily focused on the task, no longer paying Sam any attention - at least until she felt him position himself. A cry rumbled through (y/n) as Sam sunk into her from behind, cock stretching her walls, forcing her to pulse around him, all while choking on Dean’s. 

“Fuck,” Sam groaned out, a blissful sound that rang in her ears like the cries of the creatures they kept hunting down on a daily basis. “She’s so tight, fuck, now I know why you didn’t want to share her.” 

A proud smirk tugged on Dean’s lips as he glanced at (y/n), at the tears dripping from her chin, at the saliva clinging to her swollen lips. She was a mess, a mess he had claimed months ago, forcing her to keep close. Her moans spurred both men on, Sam picked up the pace of his thrusts, pushing her closer to her arising orgasm, while Dean tightened his grip on her. 

(Y/n) wanted to cry out, wanted to beg Sam to touch her, desperate for more friction, but it seemed as if the man could read her thoughts, fingertips finding her clit. Her moans vibrated through Dean’s body, forcing a groan from his lips, head thrown back as he jerked his hips. She gagged, she moaned, she cried, and all her body could focus on was that burning feeling simmering deep inside of her. Any moment now she’d cum, walls fluttering around Sam’s cock.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Sam murmured his words, allowing her to give in with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands fisting the fabric of the blanket. Her moans were drowned out by Dean’s cock being forced down further her cock, only letting go of her to fill her cheeks with his release. Both brothers moaned in unison as they followed her down the edge, orgasms rocking through them, sticking to their souls like a memory following them around. 

No words were shared between them as they crashed to the mattress, caught in a mess of naked limbs. And yet she didn’t protest as Dean pulled her in for a kiss, eyes finding Sam’s curious ones.

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[webbywatcheshorror]

The Bye Bye Man (2017)

The Bye Bye Man. This movie has been meme’d to death, and I’m sure, if you’re reading this, you’ve at least heard of it. I first watched it for my 100 Horror Movies in 92 Days challenge in 2022, expecting it to be the kind that doesn’t take itself seriously. But it does.

The Bye Bye Man tells the story of three college students that move into a fixer-upper of a house and unleash an unstoppable force of evil that comes for you once you know his name. Now on paper, that sounds like a solid premise. In practice.... well, we’ll get to that.

Review under the cut, and as always, SPOILERS AHEAD!

The Bye Bye Man is a tragedy. It contains so many good bits and pieces, but they aren’t quite assembled right- like a puzzle missing some pieces, and somebody painted over some of the others.

It has a decently strong opening- Leigh Whannell murders his way through a quiet suburban neighborhood, gunning down friends and neighbors while shouting about a name that shouldn’t be said, and sometimes muttering the tagline- don’t think it, don’t say it. Nice and intriguing, good First Kill.

Even going into the next sequence isn’t bad- meeting our core protagonists, setting up the scenery, establishing backstories, etc. A bit slow, but it works fine. The slow ramp-up of the upcoming horrors is pretty decent, too- the scene with the kid opening one door while the Hound creeps silently out of the one behind her was nice and eerie! Not to mention one of my favorite tropes in horror movies- Spot the Thing. I managed to find him in mirrors and shadows at least four times before his big reveal, but there’s likely even more I didn’t catch.

The concept itself is promising! An entity that stalks you but only after you know it exists, and the more you think about it, the closer you are to death! That fucking RULES! I’d be so fucking dead! Trying not to think about something, especially when that thing is toying with your mind constantly? An impossible task for me, and a story genre I will always love.

The breaking of the protagonists is also fairly decent. Elliot, the main protag, is adorably in love with his girlfriend, and is so close to the other character John, they consider each other brothers; by the end, they’ve turned on one another, driven mad by hallucinations and suspicion. Heartbreaking stuff, honestly.

There’s a post that’s been going around on Tumblr lately about phones and horror movies, and how instead of simply not working, they could be utilized to invoke more horror as working devices. The Bye Bye Man actually has a good example of this! There’s a scene where one of our protags, trying to ease his mind, is looking through pictures on his phone, when he is treated a series of pictures of the titular entity, who taunts him.

So if it has all these elements, why does it not deliver?

Firstly, the name. Now, I know the original tale (both folk tale and published book edition) also has him named the Bye Bye Man, but reading it and hearing it just have very different vibes. Reading a story about a malevolent spirit with a goofy name? Sure, I can let my imagination run with that. Hearing people say it out loud with their mouth? It just doesn’t land for me, no matter how hard I tried.

It’s possible that it COULD have landed, with some tweaks to the movie: more instances of characters unintentionally saying it, or hearing it as an auditory hallucination; even the way it’s said might have heightened its fear factor. Here, try this- say The Bye Bye Man as though you are reading the title of the movie out loud. Now, say it slow, hesitant, breath shaky and as though you’re forcing yourself to stop saying it. There’s a noticeable difference, yeah? Well, mostly, we only get the first example. Even just a slight pause between each word gives it a different feel, or at least it does to me.

There’s few tropes in movies that annoy the piss out of me more than miscommunication/straight up lack of communication that drives the plot/drama. I know our protags are college kids, and as such are prone to reactions rather than sense, but it’s incredibly irritating to me. Had they stopped to think for like, ten seconds, they might have even survived.

The fact that they’re still kids might explain why they kept making the same mistakes over and over- constantly forgetting they can’t trust what they hear or see, automatically assuming the worst of people they’re supposed to love and trust, continuing to say the name OUT LOUD even after they know it’s dangerous. Ok so most of these sins are committed by the main character, but they’re all guilty of them at some point or another.

It’s possible, too, that much of their nonsensical behavior can be chalked up to supernatural influence. And it’s also possible that I’m far more paranoid than your average person. But talking and acting INCREDIBLY SUSPICIOUSLY in front of cops at a crime scene wherein you are a prime suspect? And then, when confronted by Carrie-Anne Moss’s character, Elliot continues to be suspicious as all hell. Don’t imply you have something dangerous to hide in front of a cop! Why would you do that!?

I also feel like they could have established a few more details that would have given more impact to the eventual character breakdowns. Elliot’s jealousy fueled hallucinations could have been even better, had he stated outright earlier that he trusted his best friend and girlfriend, instead of unconvincingly denying being jealous when his older brother points out the other two dancing during the party scene. Subsequently, his struggle to maintain that implicit trust would have been more impressive, as he is bombarded with hallucinations that imply they’re having an affair, including a full on vision of them having sex in front of him.

That being said, I do like that they set up Elliot’s fatal flaw early on- his cocky overconfidence. During the séance scene, he keeps smugly dismissing any mention of the supernatural as being illogical and beneath his consideration. When he later realizes how to keep the Bye Bye Man at bay, he lets this small victory feed into his ego and he seems to think he’s no longer in danger; he is quickly relieved of this notion.

His solution, when you really break it down, would never have worked long-term, at least not for him. Simply do not fear the entity! He thrives off of fear, much like Pennywise. With a name that silly, this should be easy, to be honest. (In my initial livetweet thread, I toyed with the idea of calling him The Baby Man.) However, unlike the dancing clown, denying him the fear that powers him only makes him get more creative. Upon returning home, Elliot immediately falls for another one of Bye Bye’s tricks. Shouldn’t have challenged him. You fool.

The Man himself is a decent looking monster, played by the wonderful, incredible Doug Jones; but despite the sounds and signs that precede his arrival, we never learn anything about him. Why the coins? Why the train sounds? What’s up with the Hound? Was he once a living person? The original tale has a few answers, but they are nowhere to be found in the film, which is a shame, because it could definitely have benefitted from the knowledge that Bye Bye created his canine companion out of the body parts of his initial victims, and it’s true name is the Gloomslinger. That’s fucking rad!

This movie feels like it drew inspiration from Candyman and Final Destination, in that there is power in a name, and once you’ve drawn its attention, there’s no way to escape it. The world itself will twist until you’ve fallen victim, no matter how clever you think you are. It also reminds me of an OLD, OOOOOOOOLD creepypasta that featured something similar- some sort of entity that hunts you down once you’re made aware it exists. I can’t remember much about it, other than the final line was something like “I’m so sorry. Now that you know it exists, it’s coming for you.” (If anyone knows what I’m talking about, please let me know, but be aware that I read it well over 10 years ago and cannot remember anything else about it.)

Lastly, I want to mention that I enjoyed the way it ended. Our protags are dead, as well as everyone they told his name to. With no way to spread his evil, Bye Bye should be defeated- then we’re treated to Elliot’s young niece saying she found the nightstand with the name carved into it. The wheel keeps on turning, and what a shame- but no, she couldn’t read it in the dark. THEN, we find out that John, the best friend, has survived the house exploding (how tho), and the movie ends as he whispers the name to Carrie-Anne Moss, thus ensuring the cycle continues. 

I give this one five ghosts outta ten. The framework for a great movie is there, but ultimately, it failed to achieve what it set out to do. I do believe, however, that had this movie come out in the 80s, it would now be a cult classic, and considered genuinely terrifying. Then again, if it had, we’d have been denied another instance of Leigh Whannell’s character dying horrifically, and that’d be a shame.

#the bye bye man #horror movies #movie review #webbywatcheshorror #webbyreviewshorror #carrie anne moss #doug jones #leigh whannell

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Alright folks, under the read more is the very long tale of what's happened so far in my dnd campaign and what happened last night

SO!

I live with my DM, have done for 5 years now and we've been best friends for about 20 years. Ish. We forget how old we were when we met. It's a long story. The entire world is homebrewed; everything from maps to culture to world history to an entire fucking pantheon. Seriously. My best friend is *incredible* and when I'm not involved in a campaign, I've been their sound board.

The party composition has changed a lot since we first started February 2022 for various reasons: -Cleric switched to Bard cause he was getting a bit bored and wanted to try something different for a while. The Cleric is still alive just currently tied up with work at his temple -Original Bard switched to Rogue because she lost her character sheet and it got flavoured that she was always a Rogue and just pretending to be a Bard -Barbarian was kicked out once he finally revealed his true toxic narcisstist colours and if he comes anywhere his ex (the Rogue player) we're calling the police -One of our Sorcerers switched to Paladin because we had no melee party members and got our asses handed to us a few sessions ago. That particular fight was meant to be difficult and unwinnable but not quite as drastic as what ended up happening. Lots of unlucky dice rolls

Current Level 10 Party composition is as follows: -Luran: Half Elf Bard, not sure what college. He's an artist, his inspiration is flicks of colourful paint that twirl very prettily around us -Love: Reborn Tiefling Sorcerer. Can't remember what her source of magic is rn. She's got all of her skin and organs and everything, she's just covered in burns -Farla: Tabaxi Rogue, Assassin specifically. She's caused so many fucking issues for us -.- Oh and she's officially in trouble with her guild for lack of loyalty and therefore potentially getting the rest of us in trouble -Xiderm: Reborn Eladrin Druid/Artificer. The tech thing is recent. He's literally a skeleton. Yes his name is a taxidermy joke. He and Love bond a lot over the death thing -Cassius: Human (I think) Paladin, Oath of Conquest. He's only been with us for a few sessions and was specifically assigned to us by our mercenary Guild Master to babysit us because we keep ending up in shit -Alice (AKA me~): Human Archfey Warlock, Pact of the Tome. I went full Alice in Wonderland because autism brain a couple years back said "This is a thing you like now" so I'm running with it. Wild Beyond The Witchlight only enabled this. My Patron is the Cheshire Cat~ I'm also currently a Dhampir! I got turned a while back and only got found out last night~

I can go into the story of the whole campaign cause that'll take up it's own post tbh but last night~

We finished our journey across the lake and continued escorting a lovely dwarf named Amelia. She's taking a project back to one of the big cities in the area; she's essentially making the world's first WarForged but it's not quite there yet, it's barely even a prototype and not even sentient. We're headed to the same place so we offered to go with her. We settled into this cosy little pub in a crack in a mountain, got a brief lesson on Dwarven culture (whether you finish the drink or not, you accept the mug that is offered to you and at least try a few sips. To so anything else is highly offensive) and settled in for the night before heading off the next morning. We stopped off at a teeny tiny hamlet cause night was falling, city is still like 3 days away. And the inn didn't really have enough rooms and beds for all of us so we sort of just... grabbed whatever space we could in the area.

Which made it difficult for me to sneak off and go find some food. Cause I got turned into a vampire in a session that happened in October and I only started seriously dropping hints in... March? Because I have heard our Druid/Artificer out of character chatting to our DM that he's sure something is going on with me and just never did anything about it in character. So yeah, I've been very quietly communicating with DM for that long for whenever I'm sneaking off at night to go find an animal to suck the blood of.

As you can imagine, I got caught. Rolled a pretty decent stealth check but Xiderm saw through it and was more concerned by the fact that I, Alice, a very proper lady and courtsean who needs sleep, was sneaking out of the inn in the middle of the night. I noticed I was being followed and tried to lose him, thought I did but we're in a mountain area. There's not a lot of wildlife around that would sate me and I went hungry the night before. Xiderm ended up catching me a couple of rodents of varying sizes but it wasn't enough to fully sate me. It'll have to do though. We had a good long talk and I was given an ultimatium: Tell the party about my condition before we reach Kethador ( the city we're headed to) or he will.

Which I've agreed to purely because that city is underground. No wildlife means no blood. Which means I start getting disadvantages after 3 days, after a week I have to kill to be sated and after 12 days I will go feral and we don't know how long we'll be there.

We also had a talk about when it happened (Player actually guessed this) and why. I chose it. When the rest of the party were getting attacked by creatures in the middle of the night, I was called by an alluring voice which turned out to be a very pretty lady vampire who offered me the choice to be turned instead of being attacked by her hoardes of brothers. I had a talk with Chesh and with her and then accepted her offer.

Anyway. Next morning we start going up the mountain pass and end up in a fight with a rock dragon. Think... Gravios from Monster Hunter. And then we ended there because we play in the evenings and some of us needed sleep and had work in the morning.))

#ooc

[shut-up-rabert]

I posted 263 times in 2022

That's 263 more posts than 2021!

139 posts created (53%)

124 posts reblogged (47%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 256 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#desiblr - 173 posts

#hindublr - 21 posts

#hinduphobia - 10 posts

#hinduism - 8 posts

#kashmir - 7 posts

#jammu and kashmir - 6 posts

#kashmiri hindus - 5 posts

#kashmir genocide - 5 posts

#kanhaiya lal - 5 posts

#pakistan - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#won’t even be surprised if kashmir genocide is represented as “a dark time when young kashmiri girls couldn’t go to school”

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Movie concept: students from pan India living together in a hostel but instead we get less represented states like 7 sisters(+sikkim), Odisha, Karnataka, MP, Chhattisgarh, Jharkhand, Goa in lead along with correct representation of states like Haryana, Punjab, Tamil Nadu, Kerela, Andhra, Bihar, J&K&Ladakh in the background

46 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

Just read a comic where UK and Canada were referred to as North Punjab and West Punjab and I haven’t been okay since

49 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#3

Why isn’t mass media more neutral?

Disclaimer: I’m not taking any sides here, nor am I provoking any of you to say it, but this has been on my mind quite a bit and I feel like saying it now: Honestly saying, I’ve always felt like the media favours Palestine over Israel way to much even tho media is supposed to be neutral.

Essays in exams, front pages of newspaper, stars on social media always talk about Palestine but seem to be painting a rather black and white “Palestine good Israel bad” picture but never seem to be willing to dwell deeper into the topic, and when they they go somewhat below the surface it’s always from Palestine’s perispective only, nothing explaining Israel’s side of story as passionately even if at all. Even in India vs Pakistan wars, you’ll find motives and aggressions from both sides easily enough if you looked.

“Stars” like Bela Hadid raise slogans demanding Israel’s dissolve under the ruse of Palestine’s independence and no one bats an eye. The founder of Human rights watch left the organisation saying that it was being biased towards Palestine and has forgotten its original purpose. A lot of funding of these pro palestine news channels comes from Pro Islamic nations organisations, most of the said countries being Palestine supporters.

Palestine is suffering, yes, but it’s not just Israel that’s making it suffer. Hamas has a major role to play too. It kills its own civilians more than Israel does. Palestine has seen some serious bloodshed since Hamas came into power but no one seems to focus on that. There’s little to no discussion about how Palestine is bleeding internally due to hamas, but only the stuff that can be used against Israel.

You’ll hear about how Israel “attacked” Gaza and most of the times it turns out to be some retaliation. We always hear about civilian deaths whose names are never revealed but no one ever wonders what civilians were doing around militant bases. We talk about how palestinians are being thrown out of Israel to show them as big aggressors and it turns out that the land was originally Israel’s territory to begin with.

I’m not being pro-Israel here, And I very well admit that it can have its fair share of violations, such as killing of the one Al-Jazeera reporter , accident or not (look, I fucking hate that platform but that doesn’t mean I condone killing of someone who didn’t do anything) but this is something that has always made me curious. It can’t be as simple as “Israel evil”, can it?

53 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

#2

Hassi to ye sochkar aati h ki mera hone waala abhi kisi aur ke saath jeeney-marne ki kasme kha rha hoga

62 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What you see:

What Desi kids see:

156 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #The tags casually reminding me that this was supposed to be a political blog :’)

[sonicenvy]

so i decided to learn to crochet and my mom and i had an argument about it, which in retrospect was 50% funny and 50% depressing.

i was like just vibing crocheting a shitty scarf as my first project (as one does) and my mom was all like "you're wasting your time doing this and procrastinating on things that you need to do" (sidenote it is like 8:00 PM during this conversation lmao).

im all like "oh? why?" and she goes "well you can just buy a scarf from the store for like $10."

personally i think that this crocheting for me is a lot like pottery in that it is more about the practice of making than about the object itself. i am "getting my hands dirty" with a real, tangible and useful object. this is like the opposite of wasting my time playing video games or dicking around on tumblr dot com or something. i find making stuff and things, especially practical simple items kinda spiritual actually and i feel this sense of connection with the past and with our ancestors when i make stuff. plus when i use a thing that i made in my day to day life, like having a bowl of soup i made from scratch in a simple green bowl that i made with toast i made from bread i made from scratch on simple plate i made i feel things. there's something magical and wonderful about simple useful things and making idk.

that said, like no matter what i said she just ... didn't get it and insisted that doing this is a waste of my time. #momfinallyundestandhobbies2023

we circled around to the "you have nothing to show for yourself despite being out of college for almost 4 years" argument which was fun and the "you did nothing this week".

which. like. i painted 3 doors on monday. i had CANCER removal surgery on tuesday. i went to work for 7 hours on wednesday and taught a group of children how to make paper snowflakes. today i finished some overdue online work training modules, went to the doctor and had blood drawn and then went to the craft store to buy replacement buttons for a dress im rehabing and then went to the grocery. i also worked on figuring out what was wrong with a broken family heirloom camera that i inherited. and i did crochet. so. like. i didn't do nothing this week. sure i slept the back half of the day on tuesday and overslept (in til 9AM) today, but like. i am in a lot of pain (between 5/10 and 6.5/10) from a burned hole in my head with stitches. so uh. yeah.

idk i think that the fact that im not dead (and still employed, if part time) despite months of extreme fatigue and crippling depressive episodes, lots of shitty death and family drama, and oh. yeah. fucking CANCER. TWICE, is actually pretty good. idk. maybe thats just me.

anyways 2021-2022 have been big ass FML years and i just want it to stop. god if you're real you're a bitch.

#margaret babbles #personal bs #ok so maybe im a little pissed today but uh its super annoying that my parents cant stop reversing around to the whole #i am wasting my youth™ and i have nothing to show for myself because i don't have full time employment or enrollment in grad school #and im not ambitious and focused on earning more $ #is very annoying. i am trying. sure its not great. sure i haven't attempted the 2 things y'all want #but like for now i think im still like in survival mode because i am becoming a part-time professional sick person #hate it here #cw: cancer #other shit ive done since leaving college is paying off $17k in student loans #and saving $18k in savings #which i am actually proud of tbh

[twinkuraba]

Sucks I lost my motivation before I could finish even the first prompt for the 2022 EriShiki week and now it haunts my documents like a rad ghost that I wish I could fuckin finish writing but my writing motivation has yet to return for longer than a tumblr ramble so I’m shit outta luck.

So I’m posting the bits I did finish under a read more.

A notice they’re NSFW and feature trans Shiki.

Red. Good for drama, contrast and sensuality.

A colour Shiki incorporated into her outfits sparingly, leaving it to trims or inner facings to give the outfit a flash of the allure; vibrant, come-hither rose hidden under demure pearl white, or the professionalism of coal black.

Red. A colour for drawing the eye to the lips. Their shape, their bows and arches. Depending on application, tends to emit either an air of mature seduction, or gaudy tramp.

Right now though, red is the colour of the streaks left behind on Shiki’s cock as Eri deliberately drags her lips along the skin, having left her lips wet and unsealed specifically for this reason; leaving marks on Shiki always left her stomach tingling and her body warm in the best of ways.

Staking her claim on the amazing woman in front of her.

Her girlfriend’s voice is wonderful as she pulls on Eri’s hair, soft cries parting her lips, hands tangling and desperate, face a light dusting of exerted pink as she rocked into Eri’s mouth. She’s been working terribly hard recently, penting herself up in exchange for getting this latest prototype done, cast-off scraps of red fabric creasing under Shiki’s fingers as Eri bobbed.

(She knew better than to try for a quick fuck at Shiki’s actual desk, this one reserved for scraps too big to throw away, potentially useful for something else later, and much less painful to lose to any astray ‘fluids’ than a working prototype.)

As Shiki’s back arches, hands suddenly gripping Eri’s hair tight and voice calling like a song, Eri can’t help but admire how lovely red looks against her skin.

-

Orange isn’t a colour many can pull off. Too bright and it looked cheap and blinding. Too dull and it turned an unappealing brown, something left too long to rot.

Shiki’s friend Neku somehow manages to make bright orange look muddy and dark through the force of his personality alone, and she’d be impressed if he wasn’t so utterly helpless (or deliberately obtuse? She could never tell with him) about his fashion sense, Shiki being the only thing that made him look half-way presentable even if he wore the clothes she offered in ridiculous ways.

(A whole coat and he uses one button to keep it closed?? The man is a menace to good taste everywhere.)

It’s his fault she’s wearing this garish shade of neon orange on her lips; having gotten him earlier with nails painted the most sickly looking, clashing green-yellow she could find that even he, to his fashion-blind tastes, could tell looked terrible with his… everything.

Out of affection, of course.

They’d parted ways after that, Eri returning to a Shiki that took one look at the shade on her lips and quirking a small grin at the one word (name, really) she’d uttered in way of explanation.

“Come here, let me help.” she says with a barely restrained laugh at the colour, hand already reaching for one of the many bottles of make-up removers that lie around the house. It’s too light for her skin and Eri knows it, and knowing that makes the need to get it off itch under her skin so she hurries over to Shiki’s arms and the waiting relief.

Shiki’s fingers are gentle as they dab the oil across her bottom lip, before passing back over to blend it in, the motions against her skin ticking and making Eri grin.

This close, she can see the softness of Shiki’s lashes from behind her glasses as they flutter with her blinking, bright brown eyes focused on Eri’s lips with a focus usually reserved for her projects. 

She’s so beautiful.

Eri parts her lips as Shiki’s finger is rubbing the oil into her top lip, gently closing her mouth around it, tracing around the pad of her finger with the tip of her tongue, the oil making it easy to slide the finger back and forth, and Eri finds her eyes flicking to Shiki’s own as she releases the finger, now smeared with orange, to trail kisses along the inside of Shiki’s fingers, to the part between them, sucking on the small web.

Such beautiful, talented hands.

It’s an easy path to travel from Shiki’s hands down her arm to her neck, hands busy burying themselves under her shirt to feel the soft skin hidden underneath. Shiki uses her own hands to pull Eri up, to deliver a hot kiss to Eri’s lips, the two of them shuffling in the direction of their bedroom together.

She supposes she can give Neku and his garish orange a grudging thanks for this one.

#long post #UmbralArtimas #not work safe #EriShiki #twewy #I'm determined to finish this one day

[kaythegay2022]

Stick It to the Man (Ch. 2)

The Cult of Dionysus 

(by The Orion Experience)

This is the second barp of my fic for the Thomas Sanders Big Bang 2022 ( @sandersidesbigbang )!

Part 1

Read on AO3

Chapter Warnings: mentions of drinking and smoking

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“Remus, you need to focus.”

Remus groaned, opening his eyes and glaring at Janus. He didn’t want to focus. The past two weeks had been rough, and he had no will to try and figure out what to do without Virgil. In fact, Remus was more concerned with just finding Virgil. His boyfriend wouldn’t answer his calls or his texts. He wouldn’t answer any of the band's calls or texts. It was like the emo had just… disappeared. 

“Babes, leave him alone. We still have a while. I’ll just lead or whatever,” Remy cut in, leaning back in his bean bag chair. They were in their studio, though Remus would rather be anywhere else right about now. 

“What about new music? Virgil wrote all of our songs.”

“We’ll just perform those-”

“Fuck this.” Remus wasn’t putting up with this any longer. He wanted to go out and forget how to be sad. “I’m going to Wisteria. Remy, you coming with?”

“Remus, I do not think this is a healthy way to cope-”

“Hells yeah, babes! Let me grab my coat!” Remy rushed out of the room as Remus stood up, trying to stretch out his back. He glanced over at Janus and immediately regretted it. The other was giving him one of those ‘mom looks’ Remus so despised. 

“Jan, please. I need this. Don’t come with us if you’re going to keep looking at me like I’m about to get a breakup tattoo or some shit.” Remus didn’t want to deal with anything tonight. Not Janus’s pitying looks, and definitely not the aching loneliness he felt without Virgil. He wanted to get drunk and party as fast as he possibly could. He wasn’t even going home to change into something with a bit more… chaotic energy. His skinny jeans and muscle top would work just fine.

“Fine. I will go be the designated driver for you two’s shenanigans,” Janus lamented, before giving Remus a grin. The bassist thought that was much better than that judgy bitch look he had been giving him before.

“Alright ladies, let’s get it going!” Remy cheered, finally coming back. Remus forced a grin, trying to at least fake his normal energy. His mother had always taught him to fake it until he made it, and that had seemed to work so far. It wouldn’t fail him now.

—

Wisteria was exactly what Remus needed. It was loud, full of people, and painted with colorful lights. No one knew or cared about him, and he didn’t know or care either. Remy had gone off somewhere earlier, probably to smoke weed out back. Janus was back at the bar still, only drinking a simple tap water. Remus had taken to the dance floor, letting himself lose it all in the bodies around him. The song was fast, his heart was flying, and it was the first time he had felt calm in a while. That only lasted a few minutes. 

“Hi everyone! We are Hit The Light. We’re a bit new, but we hope you like our set!” Wisteria was known for its live music, but Remus had never heard of this band. Being in the music world means you hear most of the local names, even if they’re newbies. But he knew that voice… It sounded like-

“Yesterday I heard you say,

Your lust for life has gone away.

It got me thinking, I think I feel a similar way

And that’s sad, that’s sad.”

No way. No fucking way. Remus refused to believe what his brain was saying. But he knew- he knew that voice. He shoved his way to the side of the dance floor for a clearer shot of the stage, but that really didn’t help any. It just meant he got a full view of Virgil up on that stage, with another band… with Roman. Remus had to admit his twin looked different since he had last seen him. He seemed happier too. Remus wondered how he’d been, what had happened… That only lasted for a second. Now all Remus could think about, all he could see, was his twin brother and his... His ex-boyfriend? Ex-lover? He wasn’t sure, but right now he didn’t care.

“So let's make a decision, start a new religion

Yeah, we're gonna build a temple to our love

Orgiastic dances, nymphs in trances

Yeah, we'll be the envy of the gods above!”

The worst part was probably how happy Virgil looked up there. He looked exactly how Remus remembered from their last performance, when the emo had disappeared. He had a small smile, but so fucking real. His shoulders were relaxed for once, not stiff and expectant. And his eyes… Remus had fallen for those eyes first. He could read every emotion in them. The excitement, the joy. And those eyes were looking right at Roman. 

“I'm feeling devious.”

“You're looking glamorous!”

And of course Roman was doing back-up vocals. Remus could almost roll his eyes.

“Let's get mischievous.”

“And polyamorous!”

“Wine and women and wonderful vices-

Welcome to the cult of Dionysus!”

Remus needed to find Janus. He needed to… He needed to leave now. Before his thoughts got too loud. They were already building. ‘Why did he leave me? Why won’t he answer back? What happened? What did I do?’ Remus needed to go, right now. He stumbled over to the bar, not even aware that he was crying at this point. He could barely feel anything over the vibrations from the pounding music. 

“Remus! Re, come on, we’re leaving.” Janus had been looking for him too, apparently. Remus knew now wasn’t the time to confront Virgil. Well, logically he knew. That didn’t stop him from tugging out of Janus’s grip and turning back to the stage to take one last look.

“Run, run, run away-

Just take my hand and we'll abandon this world.

We'll wash those tears away!

You're young and beautiful, and I'll love you always.

We got no time for pain!

When it's just you and me in ecstasy!”

Remus got what he wanted. Somehow Virgil had spotted him. Remus wasn’t sure what his face looked like. Shocked? Hurt? Broken? He felt all those things. Maybe he looked angry. He didn’t feel angry yet. He was sure that would come later though. Right now he could only feel panic and sadness. From the look in Virgil’s eyes, the other could see that too. 

Then Janus was tugging him away and out of the club. 

“Remus, come on. Now is not the time. I’m going to get you to bed and we will talk-”

“He really left. He abandoned us.” It wasn’t a question. It was a simple statement. A fact, for all Remus knew. They were out of the club, the cold air stinging when the anger finally hit. Not even the chill could cool him down. “He fucking left!”

“Remus, contain. Not here.” Janus grabbed his hand, tugging him to the car. Remy had noticed them leave and had come to join them, not that Remus cared. No, all he could see was the look he knew Virgil was giving Roman.

“Babes, what happened? Why do you look like you got hit by a train?”

“I’ll tell you in the car. We’re leaving.”

The rest was a blur for Remus. He knew Janus was telling Remy what had happened, but all he could stand to do was look at the stores the car was passing by. Remus felt like every emotion was attacking him at once. He was angry, sad, confused, abandoned… His stomach was turning in the worst of ways, and not from the alcohol. His head was starting to hurt too, pouding in time with his too fast heartbeat. And all he could hear was Virgil and Roman singing together, voices melting into each other just fucking perfectly.

I'm feeling devious.

You're looking glamorous!

Let's get mischievous.

And polyamorous!

Wine and women and wonderful vices-

Welcome to the cult of Dionysus!

[the-heaminator]

I posted 6,782 times in 2022

That's 6,755 more posts than 2021!

516 posts created (8%)

6,266 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@fireandiceland

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I tagged 5,599 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#yes - 847 posts

#the heam speaks - 90 posts

#biology - 74 posts

#ask answered - 73 posts

#hws england - 67 posts

#pruk - 55 posts

#the heam writes - 41 posts

#yea - 28 posts

#canon being built different - 27 posts

#fruk - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#“oh my god what is this frenchified clown dutch? what are you doing? why do i find it so cute? oh my god i’m going to have a stroke. i need

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

HETALIA CHARACTERS AS SHIT I'VE HEARD TEACHERS DO AND SAY

America: *chases a child around in a Caterpillar costume on all fours and screeching*

England: "The best way to get rid of a body is either dissolving it in acid or feeding it to pigs"

Germany: "I feel like I'm aiding and abetting some criminals here"

Prussia: "This is a but, and a very big but it is"

France after someone makes too many virgin jokes: "Well you should be a virgin and if you aren't then please give my condolences to whoever gave you your first rodeo, they just have been so dissapointed"

Russia: "You can make a molotov cocktail at home using alcohol and a rag, but don't tell you parents I told you this"

Denmark: *Walks around school in neon green speedos and a neon pink raincoat*

Latvia: "My ears may be small but they hear all your secrets"

Italy: "mAMMa mIa this computer will be the death of me!"

69 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

#4

PROMPTS FOR HETALIA POLYSHIP WEEK 2022

(June 14/Day 1) Sleepy mornings/ Winter/ Pets

(June 15/day 2) First Kiss/ space/ Family

(June 16/Day 3) Rainy day/ Spring / Storms

(June 17/day 4) Lets get you out of those wet clothes/ And there was only 1 bed/ Supernatural

(June 18/Day 5) Flowers/ Painting/ Beach

(June 19/Day 6) Tiredness/ Angst/ Murder

(June 20/Day 7)  Road trip/ Childhood/ Family

(June 21/Day 8) Whatever the fuck you want.

Please if you have any queries or requests ask in @magictrio1118 or @heta-polyweek2022

92 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#3

The real question is which nations would have a tumblr

My bet would be on Iceland

127 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#2

Oh can you write ukfrain? I thought like a love triangle (real one) and they're all too dumb to notice they're in love with each other. I do like Frain being very close and lot of PDA dispite them not saying and England feeling jealous because he/she isn't between them.

Oh wait. It can be nyo if you want 👀

OH, OH ok apparentl;y this turned into the horniest thing ive ever written. maybe im just feeling gayer than usual. A lot of this went into describing what i like about women im so sorry

Y E S. These shits being oblivious and England being jealous and all being very gay

Names bc Nyos: Isabella (Spain) Francene (France) Elizabeth (England)

Dammit why was Isabella so pretty!

This was the simultaneous thought of more than one very gay women in the conference room as Spain flounced up to give her speech.

Spain in a suit could turn most women gay, let's be real here, but if they were already gay, that could be a small problem.

As she droned on about agriculture most people had tuned out and were busy doing various things, like being on their phones, irritating someone or staring at Isabella's hips, luckily for Isa, only 2 people were staring at her hips. But unluckily for her, it was Francene and Elizabeth, one was her best friend (and fuck buddy) and the other was her past rival (now occasional fuck buddy.) 

Now you could argue that  Francene and Isabella's relationship had long surpassed being just fuck buddies, looking after each other and cuddling in the rain, being there when the other was down, kissing eachther goodnight, while sleeping in the same bed.

Normal homie behaviour at its finest.

After that it was Francene, she gave an actually well delivered and structured speech about strikes and why they happen and how to prevent them to avoid major closures. Most people were listening and to some extent Isa and Elizabeth were too, but they were also getting occationally sidetracked by Francenes clothing choices. A very close fitting waistcoat that left little to imagination and even though the skirt reached the knee, it showed her stocking clad calves and if she stretched, parts of her thigh and it was really sending Elizabeth around the bend.

She knew that Francene was mostly occupied by Isabella, but she really wanted to be held dammit. Preferably by either or both of those 2.

When it was finally Elizabeth's turn to speak, she pointedly avoided looking at either of the two. After all she was not wearing anything exactly provocative and her bodily dimensions left a lot to be desired, so she wouldnt have to worry.

At least that's what she thought.

Her bin provocative clothing and her overall dimensions did nothing to stop the two romance nations imagining things that would have gotten them flogged in centuries past.

I mean Elizabeth has done it before, so why not again.

Elizabeth's presentation on urban and rural development was the end to the incredibly long meeting.

Most nations had agreed to go to the pub before going to their hotels and probably sleeping, though some noises occasionally said otherwise.

Elizabeth walked to the canteen, avoiding Isabella and Francene like the plague, even if that meant being around Julchen and Amelia, two women who had no idea what being quiet was.

Except today, they were mostly silent, only muttering to each other under their breaths.

After an infuriating 5 minutes she asked "What is wrong with you two, neither of you have said awesome or dude yet and you're being awfully quiet."

Julchen, being an absolute beast at covering up her tracks and 100% wanted to torture Elizabeth said "We were talking about how I'm pretty sure that Isa and Francene have a thing going on."

"Oh you think I dont know that? I hear ✨sounds✨" she said, quite disgruntled as you would imagine.

She looked over at the two who were being so sappy that she couldn't look away defo not imagining herself in some questionable positions .

Elizabeth stopped her beer while Julchen did as well, Amelia was being a pussy in the corner and drinking coke.

But a couple of beers later, everyone is understandably a bit tipsy and whilst Amelia was stuck with dragging a mooning Elizabeth and a very depressed Julchen out of the bar.

Amelia looked on in dismay as Elizabeth sort of walked (she wasn't stumbling but like still a bit wobbly) over to the very passionately making out duo in the back.

And her tongue being plied with a generous amount of liquid courage says "Can I join you?"

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218 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I think us, as the hetalia fandom, ship so prolifically because we know that without stupid romance what has hetalia got to offer us, I'll tell you what.

Pain, bloodshed, the sufferings of people who have lived though countless wars and lived to tell the tale, killed, maimed, often people close to their heart, or what's left of it

219 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

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[braintapes]

Sketches 2022 part TWO!!!

September 30:

Around this time I got to thinking about Madam Hotel/the Hotel Herself as sorta like Walpurgisnacht from Madoka Magica. I’m not...really sure why. I think just the aesthetic of that witch, with all this buildup and grandiosity. The fact that she represents futility and helplessness. Her laugh. Her fucking cool as hell design. That she’s a witch conglomerate, formed from the amalgamation of TONS of witches...just good stuff.

October 3:

I really wanted to draw the Bellhop staring down into a bucket with bits of Manager in it, mocking and laughing. I couldn’t figure out the perspective though so it never came to be.

October 4:

More Bellhop. I think going forward I wanna draw her more like this. I’m honestly disappointed with myself that the painting I did of her was so blank-faced when that doesn’t capture her personality at all. I wanna redraw the Bellhop and the Concierge soon to just. look way better and more accurate to their personalities.

October 7:

October 8:

Plans for another big piece. I wanted to focus on doing it across October, November, and December and thaaaaat.....fell through pretty hard. Ah well. I’ll try and pick this up at some point this year. Though tbh what I’d love to do now is a biiig big collaborative illustration with a bunch of people featuring like, a bunch of doors/rooms with various interpretations of the staff behind them or something.

October 30:

October 31:

Around this time, I switched from drawing in a file created for each day (so, say, all of January 3rd’s drawings would be in one CSP file labelled 1-3-22), to creating a file to paint in for the whole month. It just...made things a lot easier with painting as opposed to sketching. The canvas setup is different from my daily files and quicker to get right into.

Consequently, though, while I start strong in keeping everything in those month files labelled and divided into folders for each day, uh...that falls apart by the end of the year...

November 1:

November 12:

November 14:

November 19:

November 28:

I really like drawing screaming faces. I don’t do it nearly enough

December 2:

December 3:

Desperately trying to find an animalistic pose for a Manager drawing. I tried this across several days and could not put together one I was happy with.

December 6:

December 8:

December 11:

I still need to play the Ib remaster. I wanna draw a cool piece with Mary sitting under the Fabricated World painting. She’s a character I relate a lot to, at least from what I can remember about the game.

December 13:

December 15:

December 17:

Attempting to draw lamprey hotel herself and struggling a lot lol. Terrified Judy Blashy. I wanted to make a comic of them having a conversation as like. a peek into what they were doing while the entire New Crew and Old Crew conflict was happening. It was going to go something like:

The Hotel Herself, absolutely cosmically massive, with Judy Blashy resting on her, positively tiny in comparison. The Hotel Herself is rambling, monologuing about how charming human sayings are - out with the old, in with the new, for example, while musing about endless cycles and arbitrary new years.

Judy Blashy is trembling, terrified, crying, of course, and the Hotel reminds Judy that she’s lucky to be getting this much up-close and personal time with Her, so could she at least try to be a good conversation partner?

Judy whimpers and tries her best but, like, clearly is not much at all. It’s still enough of a response for the Hotel Herself to start monologuing again. Meanwhile, in the background, everything from the New Crew’s introduction is going on, speeding by. The Hotel Herself is remarking on how she’s looking forward to seeing how everyone plays together and gets along, and what kind of new year they’ll ring in. The Crews are in an active battle to the death as she says this. She looks to Judy for a response, but despite her best attempts, Madam H is unimpressed.

She gets bored with Judy and lets her know it. In fact, she gets so bored she decides to toss her back out, deciding that she’s not even worth a death. It just wouldn’t be satisfying. Alone with Herself, She sighs and remarks that she misses having someone around that was “good to talk to.” She decides to check in on the staff, only to find the aftermath of their big fight.

Her form coils and winds in a way that suggests a big smile as she laughs and laughs. She says something about sayings, about how “some things never change!” and “alls well that ends well!”

I was still sick with covid enough that i did not have the energy to do all this but i still like the idea

Aaand finally, my last drawings of 2022, on December 29/30??? (I stopped labeling at this point):

Yahoo!! I’m excited to keep drawing more and more cool stuff going forward. I wanna try a whole lot of new things and improving at drawing all different kinds of character designs and compositions and learning perspective stuff and just. Idk where my art will end up but I’m eager to see where!!! Thank you again if you read through this :-)

#i tried to schedule the first one for when no one would be on #but its such a monster of a post that it keeps getting mangled in my queue. sry

[silasbug]

dream log Nr. -002

06/06/2022 (extracted from a chat, unstructured)

The dream starts off with me getting off of work, you meet me and I get Burger King for what is the third day in a row (there was the first two days before but i dont remember them, also I was eating the non-vegan nuggets for some reason and felt bad about it in my dream), we go and play some video games at some place. first we're sitting together, then suddenly I'm actually sitting at home and you show me WoW and I almost complete a whole Zone (except WoW was a weird MMO with elves in work clothes for different professions). We were writing in a chat on the side, but because I only had one screen I had to constantly tab out for Disc and when you wrote it only showed up some time later, so I would write sth unrelated and when your messages appeared later mine were interspersed and it looked like I was ignoring what you said, so I apologize. Eventually the game crashes because I had pressed to update ESO and my computer couldnt handle it simultaneously.

So we stop playing, I reorganize my tabs, turn off my PC and suddenly we are in the same room again, but sitting at two different tables with friend., two women who only seemed to know you (guildmembers? who knows) and some vegetables/fruits on fucking legs (two married corn cobs with legs and arms, another big type of veggie/fruit, and two cherries with a few cherry children, it was fking weird)

I was sitting at a table with Daniel across from me, one of those women, and i dont remember the rest but they felt familiarly unfamiliar. I was, for some reason, going through my phone looking for pictures I could print out to give to everyone (I used to print square format pictures at Rossman to hang on my wall, these were very similar), and I choose a picture of a tin lunch box with sunflowers on it laying in some grass. I had trouble finding another one but I asked you for advice and we settled on a picture of a cute fluffy orange cat laying in the grass in the sun. The first one I'd already printed and handed around, but I had too many (I'd printed 70 for what couldnt be more than 20 people). I repeatedly tried to count the number of people I had to print for but for some reason I kept counting 3/pictures per Person, my table was exactly 30, but I had trouble counting yours because of the size of the fruit/veg people.

Eventually I kind of give up and I decide I finally wanted to mod that tin box because I still have it and wanted to use it for LARP, so I was gonna put it in a bucket of saltwater to get it to rust , but instead the paint on the outside dissolved, and it happened super fast. When I decide it's enough, I toss it into the bathtub and spray it off with some water, then leave to let it dry, but as I turn my back, the bathtub catches fire ("oh, right! a sodium fire! you werent supposed to mix water and sodium!!" was the dream logic which is obviously bullshit lol), I run back to the tub to try and put it out, but it goes out by itself already. The fire caused wide open cracks in the bathtub, but as the fire goes out and it cools off again they warp almost shut again. Almost. Suddenly, those gaps grow teeth and become made of time and space fabric. The teeth close to hold the gaps together and you can barely see them, more like dents in the bathtub. But terrifying as fuck. I wondered if they'll hold up under pressure so I poke one of the closed gaps and it slightly opens again revealing the teeth. This sucked, we'll now have to shower without stepping on them, replace the bathtub, and if we dont replace it hope that the landlord doesnt notice when we move out so we dont lose our deposit.

I contemplate telling my SO but I assume we'll be fine. Then SO decides to do a bit in the shower where he dances in a fucking scream guy costume- sometimes he's big and sometimes he turns really small. He's barely missing the closed teeth gaps but eventually steps on one and it gives way and opens a lil. SO  thinking this to be part of his performance reaches in ad starts pulling out a hoodie of his that had been missing, but it's covered in a bit of bile as he pulls it out and the mouth pukes a little. Then he realizes "what the fuck" and I wake up.

Before this dream there was sth with containers full of junk, and some of them being lil rat/mouse cages for pets, with too many rats/mice in them, and I was throwing them out...

#dream log #retrospective dreams

[jeanslilslut]

JEAN AND HIS TUMMY BULGE KINK

! ! ! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI ! ! !

#︙pairings: jean x reader

#︙warnings: smut, tummy bulge (duh), fem!bodied, overstimulation, swearing

#︙synopsis: in which jeans favourite sight in the world is watching as your tummy bulges with the way his dick throbs inside you

☻ reblogs are appreciated ☻

tbh this is just pure self indulgence...I really REALLY need this man to leave me absolutely drenched in his cum 😩 my baby jean boi PLS!! Anywayyyy this is just a naughty lil drabble about jean and his massive tummy bulge kink. Look me in the eye and tell me he doesn’t get off on seeing you STUFFED with his cock.

smut under the cut, enjoy my lovelies ;)

Can’t stop thinking about jean and his tummy bulge kink. God, it’d be his absolute favourite sight in the world watching as your flesh would fatten with every drag of his cock. The image reminding him just how tight your lil pussy is and how it takes him so well. His hands would curve over your stomach, pressing slightly against the bulge and loving the way he can feel himself twitching inside of you.

“Look at you baby girl, always so good for me, fuck”

The first time he sees how your tummy bulges with the fullness, he busted right on the spot. His thick cum spurting out of his tip and filling you up even more, making the bulge even bigger as he slowly softens inside of you. But with the way your pussy quivers when you look down to see the little bump, and how you whimper saying how big he is and how full you feel, has him hard all over again.

And then he’s kneeling above you, cock painfully hard once again as it twitches against your drooling hole that begs to be stuffed. it pulses around his tip and that makes him shiver with the sensitivity.

“Tell me baby, how deep do you want me?”

And all you call do is moan out as he rubs the fat leaking head of his cock up and down your folds.

“I-I want it all jean, n-need it!”

And because he’s just as needy as you are, he pushes past your dripping lips, grunting at the way your walls suck him in as he bottoms out, balls smacking against your ass slick with the cum that spills out.

Jean grabs at your hips with a bruising grip as he slams into you, spurred on by the way his tip pokes up at the soft flesh of your tummy and he rubs his fingers over the bulge, pushing down rougher this time. The pressure it creates is absolutely delightful and you feel the familiar spark of electricity surge through your spine and down to your toes.

“Fuck baby, you look so good when I fill you up. Such a good fucking girl for me”

His words of praise causes the electricity to explode and fizzle inside as you cream all over him and call out for him to spill into you once more.

And of course he would, cause who wouldn’t when you’re milking him just right, and those little fingers of yours dance over your tummy to find their home gripping his hands that press lightly at the flesh that bobs up and down with every pump of his cock. That tips him over the edge and for a second time he’s spilling into you, painting your walls white with his cum as he grunts into your hair and nips at your shoulder.

In the aftermath of his orgasm jean leans up and smiles down at you. His chest rises with his laboured breaths and his skin is flushed pink and slick with sweat. God he looks divine like this. You find your self clenching around him at the sight, the sudden feeling making jean stutter and whine. His dick still snug inside your gummy walls, bulge growing smaller and smaller.

Slowly, jean pulls out and he groans at the sight of his cream covered cock, slick with a white sheen that glistens in the light. His hands smooth over the plush of your thighs giving them a squeeze as he smirks.

“Fuck baby, you take me so well”

© jeanslilslut 2022 please do not plagiarise, steal, modify or repost any of my works.

#THE NEED I HAVE FOR THIS MAN #TO STUFF ME FULL #jean is hot in this #─ 🧚 sage’s works ݈݇- #─ 👅 thirsty sage ݈݇- #jean x reader #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtien smut #jean + tummy bulge #tummy bulge #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #jean drabble #aot smut

[lydias--stiles]

THE MANY CRUSHES OF LUKE PATTERSON... AND THE ONE THAT STUCK

💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌

1982

Luke Patterson's first crush ever was Haley Martin. He adored the colour of her hair — like the clementines his mom bought — and the way she finger-painted, enough for his four year old eyes to stare at her in awe.

He watched her make mud pies in the sandbox from the monkey bars, only to ruin them to get a rise out of her. He couldn't understand why she didn't like him the way he did, so he nagged his mom to explain.

"Teasing girls should be fun for them too, sweetheart," she soothed. "This Haley clearly didn't like it."

He blinked. "Huh?"

Her smile stayed warm, similar to hot chocolate and whenever grandpa conjured candies from behind his ear. "Why don't you share your grapes with her tomorrow? I'm sure she'll like that."

His nose scrunched up. "Why?"

"Because it's sweet, Luke."

"I don't get that," he shrugged. "But I'll try."

The next day, he sat beside her during storybook time and that seemed to help a little already. By the time it was lunch, her mood was lifted, which excited him too, and urged him to offer the grapes.

It earned him a featherlight kiss on the cheek.

Luke squeaked in surprise, flushing a firetruck red, to which she giggled and plopped another grape in her mouth.

Three days later, his crush was gone from his mind and he began sharing his grapes with his new friend Reginald instead.

1986

"Can you ask Jessica what she thinks of me?" Luke hurriedly whispered, eyes flickering between Reggie and the girl from across the courtyard.

Normally, Luke Patterson exuded confidence. The resident class clown, always opening his jaw to react to the teacher without raising his hand, catching fights with stupid classmates, sneaking into dad's stationwagon to create mixtapes.

Fearlessness was his freaking middle name. (It was actually Beck, but whatever. He wished it was something cool like Duran Duran though.)

But when it came to girls... he got so nervous. Because they were girls! He didn't understand them! They hated rambunctious boys and only listened to stupid pop music and blabbered about how they stole makeup from their sisters.

Jessica, however, somehow made his heart flutter and his stomach twist up. She just looked cool in her dungarees and she had a pretty smile and she didn't wear that overwhelming, sugary perfume that was now popular.

Reggie snickered, in the way only eight year old boys could. "You liiiiiiike her!"

"No!" He scowled. "I–I'm just curious."

"Sure," he drawled, but then shrugged in agreement, the oversized leather jacket rustling on his shoulders. He stole it from his older brother after he saw him kissing (!!!) some girl and figured it held some magic to impress the ladies with.

"Just do it!"

With a dramatic flourish, the boy left their hiding spot, Luke lurking around the corner of the alcove to watch. Jessica looked up from her hard work of creating friendship bracelets and smiled at Reggie.

Oh, gosh. She was pretty.

A minute later, a sheepish Reg slowly crawled back to him, cheeks red and fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.

Luke grabbed his shoulders, urgent. "What did she say?"

"Uh... well..."

"C'mon, dude!"

Reggie sighed. "She... likes me, buddy. Sorry."

His hopeful face crashed into one of devestation, quickly covering it up with a laugh and a squeeze of the shoulder. Oh, man, what would Steven Tyler do?

"That– that's dope!"

In the end, Reggie and Jessica were boyfriend and girlfriend for a week while he wrote an angry poem about how stupid dungarees were.

Huh... it was surprisingly good.

1988

"Hey, Luke," Gwenn greeted, shy, tucking her hands in her Camp Wacky Rocka hoodie. "I really liked that song you made about your guitar."

Jumping from the tree branch to the ground, Luke dazzled her with an appreciative smile. From above, Reggie and their new friend Alex watched on curiously.

"Thanks!"

Who would've thought that summer camp would be the first time he made a real, girl friend! Gwenn was super cool and she played the saxophone and she liked Joan Jett and her hair was all curly and big and it reminded him of pretty clouds.

Looking over her shoulder, he noticed a gaggle of girls staring at them. Like they were waiting.

Gwenn stared at him. "Can you close your eyes?"

He frowned. "Why?"

"Just 'cause."

Whatever. Maybe she wanted to show him something cool and would stick it in his hand. Complying, he closed his eyes and impatiently waited, bouncing on his heels.

"So?"

Suddenly, he felt a light, warm touch on his mouth and — oh! She was kissing him!

Luke staggered back in surprise, gawking at a blushing Gwenn as she squeaked a sorry and ran back to the now giggling and screeching girls. They ran away like a flock of birds.

It was a dare! His first kiss, stolen by a dare!

His boys jumped down beside him, awed.

Reggie hollered. "You kissed Gwenn!"

"I don't get it," Alex muttered.

Luke's face twisted up in a sour expression. Camp Wacky Rocka should be all about the music and becoming legends and Gwenn ruined it!

He stuck his tongue out. "Whatever. Let's go to the mess hall!"

1989

When Luke turned eleven, he kissed someone for real.

His birthday party was at the arcade, loud chatter and robotic sounds clashing together in an amazing cacophony. His parents hated the place, which is why Luke loved it.

Of the twenty guests, Yasmine clapped the loudest after he finished his song with the boys — Math Is For Losers! — and grabbed his hand as they walked to a duel game.

Luke felt fuckin' giddy the entire time. (Freakin' in front of his parents, fuckin' with friends.) The swoop in his stomach, his cheeks stretched into a wide beam.

Freshly eleven and the king of the arcade, he boldly asked if he could kiss her.

She smiled, her purple headband glittering in the neon lights, and nodded.

It was short and warm and her lips tasted like pink lemonade and sour gummies and it gave him an entirely new buzz. It was exciting.

He kissed her a couple more times the days after, eager and curious, until she claimed she was now only interested in twelve year old boys.

Since Luke now held the record of most kisses between him, Alex and Reggie, he wasn't too bothered by it. They shook hands, complimented each other on the kissing, and that was that.

1992

"Are you or are you not my boyfriend?" Olivia bit, crossing her arms.

Luke sighed, lazy gaze drifting from her to his band waiting by their bikes. Damn, he thought having a girlfriend would be way easier. Why was she so tense?

"I am," he said. "Why do you think I'm not?"

"Because you ignore me, like, all the time!" Pouting, she fiddled with the hem of her tartan skirt. "And now you're going to be with your band!"

He shrugged. "You can come with us and listen, if you want."

Luke met Olivia this year as deskmates in French class. Her raven hair was long and thick and her lips were all shiny from lip gloss and maybe he got a little cocky, thinking he could be dating the hottest girl of freshman year, so he naturally asked her out.

Maybe he should've considered beforehand whether they had anything in common, but he'd always been the overzealous type. And besides... she was a good kisser.

She scoffed. "That's not any better. Whatever. I'll just hang with Tina and Priscilla then. Laters!"

Plopping a kiss on his lips, she turned around and stalked to her whispering friends. Luke puffed, adjusted the beanie and made his way to the boys.

Girls were confusing.

"I bet dating boys is easier," Alex mused. "Like, equally terrifying, but also... easier. I think. Maybe."

Bobby laughed. "How's the girlfriend, Luke?"

"Ha ha," he deadpanned. "Let's go. I got this new song, Crooked Teeth, and it's a fucking banger!"

Olivia broke up with him after Sunset Curve's first, official gig at the arcade with the explanation that he loved music more than her. He never loved her to begin with, so maybe that was the problem.

She made out with Bobby that same night.

Holy shit, man. He supposed that bitter feeling at the sight of them tasted like rock 'n roll, the one thing he actually craved.

What a funny, funny feeling. (He wrote a hell of a lot of songs about it after. He never quite looked at Bobby the same way either.)

1995

"Hey, Maisie." Leaning against the locker beside the girl, he shot her a million dollar smile. "You comin' to our gig tonight? It's at The Orpheum."

Maisie was fucking awesome. Always in short, flowery dresses and fishnet tights and thick eyeliner like a rockstar, always listening to something new on her walkman. She came from a rich family, but that didn't hinder them from becoming friends.

Her jaw fell slack in awe, him instantly gaining more confidence. Ducking his head to meet her eye, he leaned a little closer. He knew damn well what he was doing, and he got a thrill every time it worked.

"Really?" She gasped. "That's awesome! I'll so be there!"

"Sweet," he grinned. "And stay after too."

A brow quirked up, intrigued. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Just 'cause."

"Right," she drawled. "Nothing is 'just because' with you, Luke."

"And that's why you gotta stay," he teased, nudging her shoe with his. "To find out."

If they rocked that gig and he felt like a fucking legend, he hoped it would end with the two of them hooking up. He wasn't interested in dating — having learned his lesson after Olivia — and he knew she wasn't either, but she was fun.

And that was the most important to him: to have fucking fun. Luke Patterson was here for a good time, not a long time.

And if nothing happened between him and Maisie, then he'd still feel like a legend. In a couple of hours, he was going to play at The Orpheum! How gnarly was that?!

2022

Twenty-seven years later, Luke was still seventeen years old. While he preferred to not question the science behind ghostly activities — he flunked physics anyway — he was happy that he froze at this age.

Because Julie was seventeen, too.

And, man. He was madly in love with her.

He loved everything, from the babyhairs curling around her ears, to her voice and compassionate soul, to her beautiful smile, all the way to her cute, doodled sneakers.

Her epic music taste, her snark, the way she always found his gaze, the way she finished his lyrics, the way she always knew what to say to make him feel better.

His heart melted to a flickering candle whenever she hugged him, a raging wildfire erupting between every kiss. He was a fool for her.

"Stop moving," she giggled, one hand coming up to hold his chin.

He grinned, "Sorry, Jules."

Shifting closer, she dabbled more glitter on his cheeks. They were playing at a black-light club tonight, so Julie and Flynn bought all the glow in the dark makeup available at the store for the occasion.

They looked ridiculous in daylight, Julie's weirdly pink lipstick claiming all his attention, but he knew they'd look fucking cool once the lights went down.

"You want to watch a movie after the gig?" she whispered.

Luke rolled his eyes, playful. "You're gonna fall asleep."

"Yeah." With a bashful tilt of the shoulder, she leaned in closer. "But then you'll be with me."

"Julie! How scandalous," he teased, though his chest swelled at the thought of having some alone time, some cuddle time, with Julie.

"So?"

Murmuring a yes, he closed the little distance to kiss her, sealing the deal, only for her to chase after him — an attempt to wipe the lipstick stain off his lips.

"Nah, keep it." A smirk grew. "So the people know."

She tsked. "Idiot."

"You like it."

"I'm still taking it off though, seeing as you're supposed to be a hologram," she pointed out. "But... you can kiss my lipstick away after the show."

He sighed, dreamy. "I love you."

Finishing his glitter and removing the stain, she dazzled him with a satisfied smile. "Love you too."

She rose up from the couch and went to search for Reggie, the boy likely with Carlos. For a moment, Luke was alone in the studio, allowing himself to sink into that warm, fuzzy feeling.

No matter how many blunders he went through with girls — Haley, Jessica, Gwenn, Yasmine, Olivia, Maisie — they all prepared him, in one way or the other, for Julie.

To not only recognise when an awesome girl was standing right in front of him, but also how to treat her — because Julie Molina deserved the fucking world.

Even if that world now included the supernatural.

Whatever. They were all a little crazy.

💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌

@bluefirewrites @blush-and-books @pink-flame @ourstarscollided @constantly-singing @unsaid-emily @willexx

#juke #jatp fanfiction #julie and the phantoms

[theprologues]

SUBMISSION - Grammys performance symbolism, part two

So, with those reservations safely out of the way, and a warning to readers NOT to hurt themselves by getting their hopes up again … 

What aspects of Taylor’s Grammy’s performance made me think there might be light at the end of the tunnel for Kaylor? 

First, Taylor’s blue and gold performance dress. “Deep blue but you painted me golden” is a line from Dancing With Our Hands Tied, a song that is widely assumed to be about the night of Kissgate. It’s a song where Taylor talks about how miserable (“deep blue”) she was after the collapse of her relationship with Diana and her public reputation in 2013. She describes how her new lover, Karlie, brought her back to life and lit her up with the glow of a new, true love. She painted her golden. But then they were caught in an intimate moment at Kissgate, and Taylor panicked. Her fears and anxieties threatened to drown her, and though she and her new lover tried to dance through the catastrophe, they eventually came to realize they were doing so with their hands tied. They had no hope of swimming to the surface together and breaking free. They could only have done so if Taylor had stood firm and owned their love in the moment, instead of setting in motion the bearding contracts that would change everything. (This is what she means when she says that “if I could dance with you again”, she would “kiss” and “hold” her lover, instead of presumably backing away. If she could do the moment over, she would claim Karlie as her lover, and hold her hand for the world to see, through hell or high water.) 

Though it’s a depressing motif in DWOHT, Taylor has, interestingly, returned to this imagery of a golden tie several times in other songs, painting it in a much more positive light. Most recently, the Willow music video explores this, visually representing the “single thread of gold that tied me to you” which Taylor sings about in Invisible String. Both IS and Willow are happy songs, which describe their lovers as being tied together by fate. “Wherever you go, I’ll follow,” Taylor sings in Willow. In DWOHT, the lovers followed each other to a place of deepest blue. The bottom of the ocean, under the waves, where they couldn’t breathe. In Willow they follow each other to freedom.

That freedom is represented in the Willow music video by the open cabin door the lovers step through at the end of the video. Taylor incorporates this door into the Willow section of her Grammy’s performance, performing first in the open doorway and then stepping through it to perform with her band out in the open. 

But returning to the blue and gold dress. This is not only a very Karlie motif which keeps recurring in her art (often to postitve effect). It’s also a representation of Taylor finding happiness WITHIN the closet. It’s talking about how her partner’s love helps her to bear the depression being in the closet, and fearing exposure, causes her. The fact that Taylor chooses to wear this dress throughout her performance, with no costume changes, suggests a) she is still in the closet, and b) she is still with Karlie, and still considers her love to be such a lifeline. 

If Toe was real and Taylor was happy with him, she could have chosen to wear an all-gold dress for the occasion. If Kaylor was over and she had decided to return to the closet, she could have communicated that by wearing all blue. If Kaylor was over and so far in the past she had moved on with someone new, there was no need to evoke the motif at all. She could simply have laid claim to another color, or worn another prairie type dress to fit the aesthetic. And yet, she didn’t. Why not, if not to communicate what I said above? 

What else is worth considering, in Taylor’s medley? Well, there’s the cabin setting. Taylor and Karlie famously took a trip to Big Sur forest and stayed in a cabin together in 2014, where Karlie was the first person to hear 1989 in full. They took many photos on the trip, including one captioned with “on the way home” (a lyric from You Are In Love, which talks about hearing love in the silence) and one of the two of them looking up at a fallen tree. A VERY similar looking tree appears in the Cardigan music video, and the slanted, moss-covered roof Taylor opens the medley lying on also looks a lot like this tree. Again, curious that she would call back to this if she and Karlie have separated.

Moving on. Taylor opens the medley singing on the roof, looking straight up into the camera. When we pull back we see the stage around set to that of a starry night. Taylor is thus cast as the romantic, the star-gazer. She also calls back to another lyric Kaylors have previously tied to Karlie - “up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush”. It’s been repeatedly tied to Karlie and Taylor’s attendance at the Victoria Secret show after-party. Again, why evoke imagery so tied to the early, happy days of this relationship? 

We then move through a progression of events that sees her hiding inside with friends, before eventually stepping out into the light. That all reads like a visual interpretation of her relationship with Karlie, from her early loneliness and lovestruck dreaming, to the happiness she finds within her little hideaway, to her eventual decision to step out of it and claim her lover. The medley ends on a repetition of “that’s my man”, seemingly hinting that Taylor’s freedom is tied up in her ability to finally say those words. 

What else? Well, there are the Ivy allusions. Taylor’s cabin covered in greenery can’t help but evoke the lyrics of Ivy - “my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you”. Ivy is widely interpreted as a sapphic song about two women finding love despite their commitments to men. Another line in the song “he’s in the room, your opal eyes are all I wish to see, he wants what’s only yours” is alluded to in Taylor’s choice of opal jewelry on the night. What a weird thing to draw attention to, if you’re not secretly in love with a woman while parading a beard around in public. We’re also told in the song that “he” (possibly the same man, possibly another) wants to burn the house of the Ivy lovers down. Jerk just so happened to announce the baby’s birth on this night, in what felt like an attempt to undermine Taylor’s joy. Hmm. Curious. 

You know what else is curious? Taylor’s choice of outfit for the Grammys red carpet. Not only is the floral dress very reminiscent of a floral ensemble Karlie wore to cover a June (pride month) issue of Spanish Vogue. (Cover subtitled, “flowers of change”.) It’s also by the designer Oscar de la Renta. Taylor and Karlie famously attended one of his shows together early on in their relationship. They sat in the front row looking very cozy, while Taylor refused to answer questions about why she was there and reportedly giggled “my publicist will be mad at me”. Hmm.

Taylor has also worn Oscar de la Renta on numerous occasions while out with Karlie, including most famously at the Met Gala. That iconic pale pink gown that she was buried in the Look What You Made Me Do music video? That was an Oscar de la Renta. There are many interpretations of the scene in the video, but it’s worth noting that Taylor is buried alive in it (which could be interpreted as a metaphor for being closeted) and that in a video all about her various revenge fantasies, she depicts herself crawling back up out of this grave. She views coming back to life and walking away from the flaming wreckage of her past with Big Machine as the ultimate revenge. At the end of the video she clips her own wings while all the past iterations of her argue amongst themselves. This would seem to suggest that she can defeat her enemies but she can’t defeat herself, because she can’t outrun her past, and until then she will always be doomed to self-sabotage. Nevertheless, this Taylor (lurking in the background bedecked in peaced-out palm tree print) is in a much better position than the Taylor who opened the video as a zombie corpse. She’s on the surface and has some hope of freedome, at last. This is a theme we see carried through in the following video, where Taylor goes one-on-one against herself and eventually breaks free.

Long story short? Taylor wearing such a floral, literally blooming dress from THIS designer, of all people, suggests she may finally be about to rise again. The aborted coming out apparently planned for the Lover era (and thus seeded during the Rep era) may finally be a go? 

Again, I’m very reluctant to get people’s hopes up here. But it’s hard to look at this dress and not think of that June (Pride month) floral magazine cover. Or of the Spade riddle, “Why worry? She blooms in June.” Or of the fact that Taylor’s stunts are often loudest before the end. She acknowledged Calvin and hugged him at an awards show before he was booted out of the narrative and Tom H appeared to replace him. (Something like ten days or so after the “split”, if I remember right?) And the inconsistencies of the Toe timeline speak for themselves. There was speculation - unpopular though it was - among Kaylors in the Rep era that guessed Taylor wouldn’t come out until 2021 / 2022. It seemed a world away at the time but who knows? Maybe this was always the plan. Maybe this is all “part of the fucking story”, even the parts that seem ugly or counterproductive. A lot can change in a couple of months in Hollywood, and with Taylor in particular. By June, it’s possible we COULD be looking at a vastly different landscape. Maybe this was one last hurrah for the Toes. Many of them are just harmless fans taking Taylor at her word, after all. 

Only time will tell, and I don’t blame Kaylors for checking out. This isn’t healthy, especially for those of us who are gay ourselves, and can’t help but feel a personal connection to Taylor’s journey out of the closet. We know what a big deal it would be. But for those who still want to hope … It’s just possible Taylor has a plan, and this is the dark night before the dawn. 

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Pro: I added the photos and the bolded parts. Love symbolism. This was truly a spectacular performance. Awesome submission anon!!

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