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#I WANT A CLOSE UP VERSION SO BAD
skrunksthatwunk · 11 months
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something he can't put into words.
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#ANOTHER DAIGO POST!!!! <333#also sorry for being like teehee yaoi dojima anyway daigo can't/probably shouldn't be close to his bio dad and latched onto this random#20 year old but Doesnt Quite recognize what is so wrong about sohei and so right about kiryu and how he should feel about either#meaning he cant fulfill his true desire (baby duck around kamurocho with his babysitter who's probably got better things to do bc people#always have better things to do than take care of him but at least kiryu pretends he enjoys it#for hours and hours and hours. some of the others ask him how he is or what he's up to at school but they don't really reach him like kiryu#does. he wants to impress him soooo bad. aughhh baby daigo you're annoying but you're also so emotionally neglected#haha latching onto mentors bc they're more involved/easier to connect to than parents haha who would do that not me ahem uh anyway#(skrunks be normal about and not project onto a kiryu + child dynamic challenge: impossible)#anyway he can't just say sohei's his father bc he's a big crime daddy but he hasn't really.. accepted? whats going on with kiryu yet either#i dont think he knows kiryu's his dad is my point#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#yakuza#dojima daigo#like a dragon#daigo dojima#ykz#i accidentally saved over soo many versions of this so i had to be like fuck it we ball. thats the final version of that panel now#gonna schedule this for later today bc i dont wanna stifle the kazumi posts but i also uh. am impatient#anyway more little daigo content he's such an ass but it makes so much sense why he's like that and he deserves a whole lotta love#also i just realized i used different name orders for kiryu and yayoi... sorry idk im just incapable of writing kazuma kiryu#uhOOPS POSTED IT EARLY NVM#yer gettin a loootta skrunk content today ig#skrunkart
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Dunno if it's a hot take, but I think the "platonic" path for Chihiro (as in making the "wrong" choices early on so she doesn't even confess, not just rejecting her when she does) was actually WAY better than her romantic rank 9.
Instead of getting insanely jealous of the thought of Mitsuru and MC spending time together (for the sake of HELPING HER), she's actually totally fine with that and begins to leave before stopping because she's upset AT HERSELF for continuing to rely on others. Her motivation to confront the teacher is entirely about taking action herself rather than it being centered on a desperate attempt to fix things quickly to keep the guy she likes away from another girl.
The way she celebrates with MC on the rooftop afterwards is really cute too. She acknowledges her growth in being able to confront an adult male by herself while also recognizing she still has a ways to go and this is kind of just the beginning. It's just really good character development and very wholesome, how her FRIENDSHIP with MC helped her become more confident and capable. Meanwhile her romance has that character "development" tied entirely to her being very jealous/possessive. She was only able to confront the teacher because she was terrified to let MC be alone with Mitsuru. That's not really growth, and it's certainly not a healthy foundation for romance.
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singsweetmelodies · 5 months
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Shipping real people is so gross TF get a life
sending anon hate is so gross TF get a life
#anon#listen babes i have to wake up at 6am on mondays and i am NOT a morning person#so you decided to fuck with exactly the wrong person today#could i just delete this? oh yes and in fact i almost did#i have no need or desire to justify myself to you 🤷‍♂️#but like i mentioned... i am NOT a morning person. in fact i hate everyone and everything in the mornings#and you've just given me the chance to take it out on you xx#so here goes#the thing about rpf is that it gets a really bad rep but in all honesty it's not *that* different to any other fandom culture#i say this because rpf = real person FICTION. it is inspired by the versions of public figures that we get to see on our screens#(exactly like other fanfic/shipping is about fictional characters portrayed by actors)#in neither case do the characters we are 'shipping' actually exist - and most people are perfectly aware of that#(YOU anon are probably not! but let me tell you this: the versions of celebrities *we* get to see are their public selves and#almost certainly not the same versions as who they are behind closed doors and with no cameras. AND THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT)#it's still a character of sorts who people are taking inspiration from. and as long as it's never brought to the attention of the real#real person in question; then there is absolutely NO harm to it#let people find joy and inspiration wherever they want; anon!#but you probably don't understand either concept ('joy' or 'inspiration')#because your idea of 'fun' is coming into other people's private fandom spaces and attempting to bring them down#like the worst kind of high school bully except that you are even more fucking cowardly because you don't even have the grace to#say anything directly to our faces. nooooo you have to hide behind the anon function because you KNOW what you're doing is wrong#dickhead.#that is all i have to say to you!#hope you have a properly awful Monday anon - as joyless and inspirationless as you evidently are xx
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miawinters · 3 months
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Help, I just saw yomiel and cabanela ghost trick ship art
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daizure · 2 months
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ok this took way longer than i meant BUT fuck it he’s on my brain lately so incredibly massive and messy a.res info dump lol:
( note that, like arye, a.res is in perpetual workshop so things are always subject to change lol )
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- in terms of appearance, arye is physically strikingly similar if not almost entirely identical to how ares once was. the biggest physical difference aside from the obvious ( *coughs* ) is eye color - as opposed to arye’s bright verdant green, ares's are a warm gold.
- while arye's hair is smooth and fine, ares's own blinding sun - white locks are wavy, thicker and more full - bodied. additionally, as opposed to arye's meticulous haircare, ares tends to be more lax with his own, often forgoing anything but the bare minimum in favor of his single - minded focus on his work or whatever curiosity presently has his eye. this often results in him letting his hair grow out further than perhaps he should - by the end of days, it near reached his ankles. he typically opts to wear his hair long and loose, save for a number of braids: two that wrap around the crown of his head and tie together in the back, and one side braid he carries over his left shoulder.
NOTE: YES the braids are a nod to both ven.at and hyth.lodaeus. i am BIG on the concept of ares as an amalgamation of sorts of all of the people and places he's ever loved, whether consciously or subconsciously lol. personally i like to imagine the side braid was originally an impromptu ' gift ' from hyth that ares liked so much he decided to keep ( they match !!!! ), versus the wraparound braids initially just being a means to keep his hair out of his face during his travels and only later realizing the similarity in appearance - i think he would've gotten a kick out of it :>
- moreso than arye i would describe ares's overall appearance as more stereotypically ~*bishounen*~ -- slender and graceful, beautiful and elegant, deceptively delicate and dainty looking. all of this, of course, underplaying the fact that he is a fucking beast on the battlefield and far stronger than he looks LOL
NOTE: not quite lucas pr.oust virche but think lucas pr.oust virche. HAHA
- arye and ares' personalities, at least on a surface level, differ quite drastically. as opposed to arye's more aggressive, tumultuous nature, ares tends to be more sure - footed and grounded. kind, gentle, and generally good - natured, ares is usually at least willing to argue lol talk through issues rather than instantly resort to blows. where their personalities converge, however, is in their same earth - scorching conviction and relentless pursuit of their goals. stubborn and bull - headed, both have a tendency of slapping their blinders on and ignoring all else to obsessively fixate on their work, doing whatever they deem necessary to do what's right regardless of social convention or their personal wellbeing ( or permission, haha ). for ares in particular this tends to manifest more often than not as neglecting his own personal health, often working himself to the point of near - collapse. this has garnered him a bit of a reputation among those who do not know him well ( and even sometimes among those who do, lol ) as an eccentric and as a bit of an airhead. however, close peers and those who have been the subject of his intense focus can attest that he merely does things in his own way and on his own terms.
- while ares tends to be rather serious by nature, being around more easy - going and light - hearted characters often unlocks a more teasing and playful side of him :>
- prioritizes the preservation and conservation of the lives of the people of the star above all else. his great passion project that predates even his election to the fourteenth seat is the recording and compiling ( with permission, of course ) of socio - historical accounts of various peoples from across the star
- also prefers to have a hands - on, interventionalist approach to threatening phenomena and tends to butt heads with those who believe it is the convocation's / amaurot's duty to act as a neutral observer ( see The Volcano Grape Island lol ) or those who prioritize the creation of new life and concepts over the conservation of those already in existence
- similar to arye, he is hesitant to speak on his past. what he is willing to share is that he was indeed born in amaurot but left the moment he was able to begin his travels across the star. he did not return until a chance encounter in the wild with venat, the holder of the seat of azem at the time, convinced him to come back to the city with her. this, coupled with his already relatively unconventional views of the time, combined in such a way that he often considers himself an outsider
- due to the above, ares tends to be rather critical of the convocation and amaurotine practices as a whole. since he is also rather opinionated and very outspoken, more often than not the convocation is going to Hear His Thoughts lol. the amount of times he has driven the convocation's gatherings overtime is uh. a nonzero number. LOL
NOTE: it does need to be said, if it isn't obvious, that the reason he is so critical is because he does truly love and care for amaurot and its people -- he just has high expectations for them and wants them to be the best they can be !
- wears his mask and cowl as little as possible ; it is very rare to see ares with either when out of view of the public eye. he also will usually refer to people ( including other members of the convocation ) by their names rather than by their title whenever he is out of office, and he prefers others to do the same for him. he finds it more personable :>
NOTE: funnily enough, while he prefers using names rather than titles, he isn't really one for nicknames. for longer names that can be shortened, he will always default to the full name unless specifically requested otherwise.
- technically an all - rounder ( pld / ast / rpr as of now, but i will probably change rpr to viper ( or something else entirely lol ) after dt comes out ) because he likes to be flexible enough to fill whatever role necessary when he is traveling with his friends, but paladin is his Main of Mains and preferred class. like arye he LOVES fighting ( and competing, and fighting competitions, etc .... ) and can often be found challenging his peers to " friendly " duels ( that he, of course, takes way too seriously lol ). aggressive, merciless, and massively risk - taking in combat.
NOTE: in another life i feel like he could've made a good nabriales lol ... but azem would've suited him more anyway lol. also in his non - azem verse i don't want the nabriales shard we know to belong to him HAHA. but i do think that if the seat of nabriales had been open he might have at least been considered for the role
- i've seen people use certain like Symbols for their azems that they carry with them on their travels ( ie shepherds' crooks, walking staffs, etc ) and i think the idea is sooo cute. for ares i like the idea of a lantern ( ! ) but i'm still hammering out the specifics lol. something something light in the darkness something something sun - coded something something burn bright and live
- probably has picked up a lot of random informational tidbits and various skills from his travels. this is mostly just an excuse for me to say i want him to be MUSICAL i want him to play the HARP or the LYRE or some shit and since arye is a dancer i want him to DANCE. walk with me let me show you my world
- lover of all things cute and fluffy lol
- enjoys sweet fruity flavors like arye, but i also think it would be really funny if he had a crazy high spice tolerance just because arye does not at all LOL
- also has a quick temper, but is slightly better at managing it ( or at least hiding it lol ) than arye
#✧・゚ ooc .#✧・゚ about ; ares .#6.0 spoilers#wow this is so long can you tell i was going insane by the end HAHA#im still sad i lost all of my newer ares icons .. one of these days i will redo them lol#i have a lot of thoughts about ares and arye in comparison to each other. bc i always think about them in relation to each other lol#i like to think of them as being mirrors of each other. or maybe more accurately circles of each other. like while they're pretty different#in regards to personality they could easily turn into each other given the right time / circumstance#and if you're reading this thinking 'bree is this not just the nicer / more stereotypically heroic arye' well .. yes !#that is intentional and the point lol!#while he has no way of ever meeting / remembering who he once was arye who already struggles with his role and feeling like it doesn't fit-#and wanting to be kinder and softer and not knowing *how* and just feeling like there's something *wrong* and that he should be different-#somehow and then hearing about someone implied to maybe once have been him who seems to be this Ideal and Loved version of himself and-#knowing that he can never go back?? i love that shit. he would hate him so bad bc he would want to BE him so bad hahaha#( and of course ares ISN'T perfect or anything close to the way arye would imagine. like he's nice but he is just as fucked up as arye LOL#also arye being the fucking spitting image of ares makes me want to SNAP. the unsundered seeing arye's face and him almost looking exactly-#the way he once did but again it doesn't quite fit he's not quite *right*. crazy!!!!!!#can you tell i love 'came back wrong' tropes. hahahaha#what else. personally to me in my heart i think it would be cute if ares was The Rabbit Guy. like if they were his concept lol. i won't-#force it to be canon bc admittedly it's cringey and probably overdone but it is canon to ME in MY heart<3#ALSO his eye color right up until i was writing this ( lol ) has been more of a pale gold ? but lately ive been considering more of an-#orange - gold just to make it more different from hades lol. but until i officially make up my mind all you need to know is they are-#yellow adjacent LOL#they used to also be green and there's a story there but i need to stop talking bc the tags are already so long and it is almost 2 am LOL#i have several other thoughts stewing in my brain that im still thinking on. might reblog this later with some new additions#or make a part 2 bc this post is long enough as it is LOL#okay. whew. im done. ( for now )
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urostakako · 4 months
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its so odd thinking back to my life a few years ago compared to now
#like. my life really sucked. its so weird to think about that. every second before i thought 'its not so bad' even when it was bad#and now i see shit it really was that bad. i really did have a reason to want to kill myself all the time#maybe i dont have to blame myself for the person i was before while i had was dealing with all that stuff. who could act normally in that#kind of situation. of course i did bad shit and feel bad about it but i was a kid. and now im treating her the way that i was always treate#back then. i was in survival mode the entire time and just never realized it#and its so strange to think about how my life sucked and i was scared and alone all the time from the perspective of myself now#im not without support anymore. im not walking on eggshells anymore. im not afraid of violence all the time anymore#i dont believe my family hates me anymore. im not ready to pack up and leave because i think theyd be better off without me anymore#before i got good at anything my hobby was thinking of all the ways i could die and who would care. i spent all my time doing this#my daydreams were only about how people would react if i died. i dont do this that often anymore. close to never. and its so odd to remembe#since i was 6 i used to think this way. and up until a year or two ago i hated every version of myself and blamed them for me#but how was that fair. my life doesnt suck anymore. people i was without came back to me and love me#i see my cousins all the time. when i text them they text back. they ask me if im okay. they know when im not eating even when theyre not#around. i dont walk on eggshells around my mom as much as i used to. her attention isnt as divided as it used to be.#my brother is more of a brother than a stranger or an enemy. the image of him now and our relationship compared to what it used to be is#crazy. i had so much reason to be sad back then. i dont know why im still sad now when i got out of that life.#even now the reasons i have to be sad have dissolved. i used to feel like i was going insane without anyone to say the things i want to to#but i can say them to my cousin now. i have places i belong. its so strange to think about. idk#aricouldyounot
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guideaus · 1 year
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i think a kind of sad thing concerning trigun is that the narrative never gets time to wrap up vash's character arc, so vash never really gets the point of forgiving himself, and i mean concerning any guilt of his in the series, with the fall, july, other similar events, wolfwood, legato/ the story just kind of skips to the end where he's inexplicably happy bc hes doing his peace sign on the cover despite everything that just happened. at most, the story has meryl come to vash who had fainted from the trauma of killing legato, but she just says they'll support him (but he's passed out, so he cant hear that or anything), and they kinda send him back out after he has a little nightmare/dream. his little in-limbo scene isnt really good enough to address his issues, in fact, it's not even about that, he's passed out, but hears Meryl say humans are holding him back, and he gets up, ready to fight for them again, completely skipping past anything that has to do with what just happened with legato.
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akkivee · 9 months
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there’s been like, one (1️⃣) person on my feed who has given me nemu/unami content for me to consume and genuinely bless them bro lmao 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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pepprs · 2 years
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i like uh. literally cannot believe what is happening is still happening btw.pain and suffering (update omg i hit tag limit CRINGE but i think i was done anyway lol)
#purrs#ive felt sort of beholden to keeping it quiet on here bc i felt bad since it was still kinda a secret irl. but i think the word is#traveling fast irl so im giving myself permission to talk about it with my dearest belovedest mutuals some of whom are irl friends i have#ghosted for the last week and a half despite initially trying to set something up bc i have been so miserable over it that i can’t function#and for that i apologize and i swear to god i will get it together eventually. but ok. the thing that happened is that. lol i am crying#typing it bc how do i even say it. my supervisor who is also my mentor who is also dare i say my friend who is also my close colleague who i#is also the reason i even got to the place im in to begin with in so many ways… got a new job. and didn’t tell us she did and dropped it on#us last week. literally a week after i started my new job and i was so so so looking forward to getting to work closely with her in this new#way at last and um. that is not happening anymore. and it could be so much worse like thank GOD she didn’t *** or whatever which is#something i worry about literally constantly. but this hurts. it’s devastating and i feel betrayed even though im so happy for her and she d#deserves it so much. and im so fucking sad and do fucking scared bc there’s literally 3 of us now and we have to NOT PANIC and act like we#are processing this totally fine or else we will face Consequences which are the same reasons she’s leaving probably. lol. idk. it’s very#cringe to post about it and not vague and i know it’s like weird to be close to work and to your colleagues and whatever but it has never#been just work and it’s like. how can this person come into my life and utterly transform it and we go on this journey together and we JUST#reached this beautiful glorious pinnacle but then you leave?? and who knows how long she was planning to do this. lol. and despite how s#much i care abt her im the least close to her personally out of everyone on the team so i am suffering and withering and exploding and#sobbing and howling and barking and i want to talk to her so bad and tell her how much she means to me and that it is physically painful to#think about doing this without her bc she was supposed to like. help me and stuff bc she went thru baiscally the same path im on lol and we#have a lot in common in terms of identity / life situation and i was like ummmmm hi can you teach me how to be a fuller version of myself.#and this ks like such a wake up call that no *i* need to teach me that and no one can. but i don’t want that to mean losing her and im so#scared that she won’t be in my life anymore and i am going to miss her so much. im going to miss every little thing and it’s killing me and#i can’t stop crying about it and it feels like a fucked up nightmare and everything is different now and im temporarily secon in command who#which is like wtf no that’s YOU. come back. how could you leave. but she needed to i guess and i just didn’t know how bad. but it hurts ummm#lol. and if she knew how hard ive been losing my shit i think she would be angry and sad and like surprised bc i think she thinks im#normaler than i am now but it’s like god. there was so much to look forward to and i was already feeling weird about the future and now it’s#like the little parts of it i at least knew i could count on are totally gone because she’s leaving us for fucking ****** of all places LMAO#delete later#i know it’s like weird to vent abt irl stuff / ppl so candidly i know what it suggests about me but this is like my best possible coping#mechanism rn i guess or at least it feels the best bc ppl like the posts and you don’t even have to say anything it just lets me know that#like. im not insane for it iwguess. even though iwreally feel like it. idk. i just am going to miss her so much. i wish i could stop crying
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random thoughts don’t mind me
#just been thinking abt my name a lot lately and how i sometimes just really don’t feel like i have any real attachment to it anymore like#idk it started w me hating my full first name and my childhood nickname so i started going by kat in high school and it’s stuck which is#cool and nice and much better than the two alternatives. however the further i go into my trans journey the more im like hmmmmmm don’t think#i enjoy this name anymore either ! but i cannot think of any other alternatives so i just keep using it#i just wish my name had something more masc i could turn it into but idk anything and i can’t do my middle names either bc i fucking hate#both of those names so bad bc they’re my aunts names and she’s turned out to be a shitty shit person so i don’t want to even acknowledge em#also the like. two names ive thought of that are Close to kat are like. ehhhh bc one is literally my little cousins name so….weird. and then#the other one is the name of my ex that i met on here and she turned out to be a very not great person so idk if i want that one either#but it’s a nice lil name and i am a better person (meaning i don’t be weird and try talking to MINORS) so maybe i deserve the name more—#and also i literally can’t even think of any other names that aren’t close to my name already bc i don’t think i look like anything else#that i can come up with ????? so that’s hard. idk i’m just thinking out loud#this stuff weird bc i’ve never had to think about names for myself before bc i was always fine w my name but now it just feels like an old#version of myself i don’t match up with anymore and so im like ok well wtf do i do now!!!!!!!!!!#also if anyone reads this and has advice???? answers???? suggestions???? idk just words….??? about anything said i wouldn’t mind !!!
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ktempestbradford · 29 days
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I have been on a Willy Wonkified journey today and I need y'all to come with me
It started so innocently. Scrolling Google News I come across this article on Ars Technica:
At first glance I thought what happened was parents saw AI-generated images of an event their kids were at and became concerned, then realized it was fake. The reality? Oh so much better.
On Saturday, event organizers shut down a Glasgow-based "Willy's Chocolate Experience" after customers complained that the unofficial Wonka-inspired event, which took place in a sparsely decorated venue, did not match the lush AI-generated images listed on its official website.... According to Sky News, police were called to the event, and "advice was given."
Thing is, the people who paid to go were obviously not expecting exactly this:
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But I can see how they'd be a bit pissed upon arriving to this:
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It gets worse.
"Tempest, how could it possibly--"
source of this video that also includes this charming description:
Made up a villain called The Unknown — 'an evil chocolate maker who lives in the walls'
There is already a meme.
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Oh yes, the Wish.com Oompa Loompa:
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Who has already done an interview!
As bad (and hilarious) as this all is, I got curious about the company that put on this event. Did they somehow overreach? Did the actors they hired back out at the last minute? (Or after they saw the script...) Oddly enough, it doesn't seem so!
Given what I found when poking around I'm legit surprised there was an event at all. Cuz this outfit seems to be 100% a scam.
The website for this specific event is here and it has many AI generated images on it, as stated. I don't think anyone who bought tickets looked very closely at these images, otherwise they might have been concerned about how much Catgacating their children would be exposed to.
Yes, Catgacating. You know, CATgacating!
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I personally don't think anyone should serve exarserdray flavored lollipops in public spaces given how many people are allergic to it. And the sweet teats might not have been age appropriate.
Though the Twilight Tunnel looks pretty cool:
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I'm not sure that Dim Tight Twdrding is safe. I've also been warned that Vivue Sounds are in that weird frequency range that makes you poop your pants upon hearing them.
Yes, Virginia, these folks used an AI image generator for everything on the website and used Chat GPT for some of the text! From the FAQ:
Q: I cannot go on the available days. Will you have more dates in the future? A: Should there be capacity when you arrive, then you will be able to enter without any problems. In the event that this is not the case, we may ask you to wait a bit.
Fear not, for this question is asked again a few lines down and the answer makes more sense.
Curious about the events company behind this disaster, I took myself over to the homepage of House of Illuminati and I was not disappointed.
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I would 100% trust these people to plan my wedding.
This abomination of a website is a badly edited WordPress blog filled with AI art and just enough blog posts to make the casual viewer think that it's a legit business for about 0.0004 seconds.
Their attention to detail is stunning, from how they left up the default first post every WP blog gets to how they didn't bother changing the name on several images, thus revealing where they came from. Like this one:
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With the lovely and compact filename "DALL·E-2024-01-30-09.50.54-Imagine-a-scene-where-fantasy-and-reality-merge-seamlessly.-In-the-foreground-a-grand-interactive-gala-is-taking-place-filled-with-elegant-guests-i.png"
"Concept.png" came from the same AI generator that gets text almost, but not quiiiiiite right:
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There are a suspicious number of .webp images in the uploads, which makes me think they either stole them from other sites where AI "art" was uploaded or they didn't want to pay for the hi-res versions of some and just grabbed the preview image.
The real fun came when I noticed this filename: Before-and-After-Eventologists-Transformation-Edgbaston-Cricket-Ground-1024x1024-1.jpg and decided to do a Google image search. Friends, you will be shocked to hear that the image in question, found on this post touting how they can transform a boring warehouse into a fun event space, was stolen from this actual event planner.
Even better, this weirdly grainy image?
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From a post that claims to be about the preparations for a "Willy Wonka" experience (we'll get to this in a minute), is not only NOT an actual image of anyone preparing anything for Illuminati's event, it is stolen from a YouTube thumbnail that's been chopped to remove the name of the company that actually made this. Here's the video.
If you actually read the blog posts they're all copypasta or some AI generated crap. To the point where this seems like not a real business at all. There's very specific business information at the bottom, but nothing else seems real.
As I said, I'm kinda surprised they put on an event at all. This has, "And then they ran off with all our money!" written all over it. I'm perplexed.
And also wondering when the copyright lawyers are gonna start calling, because...
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This post explicitly says they're putting together a "Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory Experience" complete with golden tickets.
Somewhere along the line someone must have wised up, because the actual event was called "Willys Chocolate Experience" (note the lack of apostrophe) and the script they handed to the actors about 10 minutes before they were supposed to "perform" was about a "Willy McDuff" and his chocolate factory.
As I was going through this madness with friends in a chat, one pointed out that it took very little prompting to get the free Chat GPT to spit out an event description and such very similar to all this while avoiding copyrighted phrases. But he couldn't figure out where the McDuff came from since it wasn't the type of thing GPT would usually spit out...
Until he altered the prompt to include it would be happening in Glasgow, Scotland.
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You cannot make this stuff up.
But truly, honestly, I do not even understand why they didn't take the money and run. Clearly this was all set up to be a scam. A lazy, AI generated scam.
Everything from the website to the event images to the copy to the "script" to the names of things was either stolen or AI generated (aka stolen). Hell, I'd be looking for some poor Japanese visitor wandering the streets of Glasgow, confused, after being jacked for his mascot costume.
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HE LIVES IN THE WALLS, Y'ALL.
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midnightsslut · 8 months
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the way taylor singlehandedly repaired my relationship with my high school best friend
#(I gave her a code for the eras tour and now we’re going to the same show next year possibly together)#anyway she’s leaving for college tonight apparently and texted me and like#eh#god#I’m so emo#that was such a huge hole in my life and like no it hasn’t been filled obviously we’re just on better terms but#idk I have relative closure now considering I was crying to the tour version of seven this time last month#anyway I don’t normally use tumblr as my pwsonal diary but whatever#really wish I’d had the balls to say ‘let’s meet up’ when we were in the same city but I swear I thought she’d be leaving later#not that it would’ve changed much#but maybe we could’ve idk talked about it#don’t even know how I feel#like what happened? she’s horrible at communicating so I don’t even know#but it’s so wild like this person I probably knew better than anyone and like I still feel like I know her#but sometimes I doubt myself like do I know her anymore?#do I?#there’s just so much#it feels like I’m haunted by the ghost of who that person was to me#and I just. wanted us to be close again so fucking bad. and I don’t know if she did or not I honestly have no idea#but sometimes it just doesn’t happen? she isn’t who she was back then#and neither am I#or maybe she just isn’t showing me that version of herself anymore#like she put up a wall#ehh#it was the most intense connection of my life#anyway now that I’ve laid it all bare in the notes the post no longer makes sens#hope she thinks of me sometimes#and I know she does but I also don’t bc she’s Different now#hope she remembers me fondly#maybe we’ll finally discuss it all next summe
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visionsofmagic · 6 months
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day 6: roronoa zoro [cock warming]
࿓ synopsis • you ask to zoro whether he needs any help or not, and in return, he makes you sit on his cock so that it can get warm while he’s sleeping.
―❦ nsfw, opla!zoro, f!reader, reader is being needy & brat, pussy slapping, pet names, teasing, swearing, ‘is all! • 1.2k • a man that takes all my attention to himself in an instant in every type of universe; live action, manga, and anime. I chose to write for la!zoro version ‘cause why not? enjoy, hope I did everything right! [kinktober m.]
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“stop moving, you're distracin' me.”
his deep voice cuts your actions of trying to stay still on his lap, adjusting your position so that your numb legs will fix, but, the struggle causes your pussy to clench around his length because of sudden movement which ends up by earning an unsteady thrust. looking at his face, hands gripping the collar of his sleeve, you see his closed eyes, trying to continue the nap he’s taking in the middle of the day.
 “sorry –“ you say, smiling innocently knowing he cannot see, “I didn’t mean to, it’s just –“ you try to find a solid word to describe the situation you’re in now but the weight of lust running through your pussy takes your brain away, wanting to break free, letting yourself go and wasting the last thirty-four minutes waste, waking zoro up, being a greedy brat – only to make him not sleep, instead, fuck you. “so much.”
you can’t bring yourself to say what you’re thinking aloud – just fuck me already! Just move this thick cock and fill me up! – pathetic.
you’re here, sitting down on his cock, warming it, being useful.
the moment of the morning came into your mind; the crew went to bring food and new clothes to the ship, and when they left, only you and zoro were on the ship, you said ‘I wanna be useful for you’ because he’s still healing and you wanted to help – anything, you added, which was a bad idea – maybe, it wasn’t that bad though.
zoro, being a greedy boyfriend even if he tries to hide it, decided to make you a useful one – for his damn cock – to warm it up!
“so much?” he teases you, taking you back to reality, making the sensation on your pussy grow bigger each passing time, moving his hips, acting as if he just adjusts his position like you did minutes ago – only this time, it’s an act – to try you, seeing how much you can handle this. folding his arms, he opens his eyes slowly, an eyebrow is raised, questioning, “what’s so much? I even didn’t begin to fuck you, did I, doll?”
opening your legs wider, challenging him, a whimper leaves your mouth yet zoro doesn’t show any sign of being greedy to fuck you – oh, what self-control!
but you’re not done yet. “it seems you will never do,” you say, shrugging, hands on his shoulder building up to his neck, playing with the hair on his neck – the most breathtaking man you have ever seen – he’s so beautiful that you would beg anytime now but you should try first – to break him into the point in which he will let himself go and move his hips. “I know I am here for the help – to warm your cock,” you point to the sight in front of him – your pussy beautifully covering his thick cock, wetness that comes out of you soaking his veined length. “am I helping?”
opening his arms, he puts them behind his head’s back instead as he leans to the wall of the chair you’re sitting on – eyes travel from your tight pussy to your face, meeting with your innocent smile and sparkling eyes.
“u-huh,” he says, trying to understand where you’re heading with this question, because he knows you well enough to realize you want him to move, yet stubborn and prideful to beg, not until the right moment which zoro waits to arrive. “warming my cock so well that I can feel you dripping into it – hot.”
nodding to him, heat rushes to your face at the sudden compliment, making you gain a confident manner, and continue on with your act; being a fucking brat, using his jealousy to achieve your goal – you would feel bad under other circumstances but not today, not when you want him to devour you – he’s hard to resist, and you’re so greedy to be a good girl.
“anything for my crewmate,” not boyfriend – a crewmate. it takes his attention, eyes on your face, daring you to go on with piercing gazes, jaw getting tight, straight face expression that screams danger. it only turns you on further. “I will make sure to provide my service to the captain as well than because he can need – agggh – zoro –!”
your words are cut by him; raising your body up a little until his tip releases you, and then, without missing a heartbeat, putting it down on his length, thrusting into your dozy pussy, earning a scream out of your mouth.
holding his shoulder tightly, you try to stay in balance while he keeps doing that without any particular rhythm and steadiness so that you get cockdumbed mind right away – all dizzy, just moaning, feeling him shoving his dick into you, balls hitting the ass – finally!
“is this what you wanted, brat?” he asks, hands open your skirt by damaging its buttons, nearly tearing it apart, cupping the breasts through the fabric of your bra before letting them watch how they bounce in sync with your body, raising up and down on his cock with more rapid pace now – devouring you – the things you wanted for a long time. “want me to break that pussy, pretty doll – ohhh – uhmm – y/n – you – you will fuckin’ get it!”
his hands are positioned on your waist, looking down, seeing your clit getting wider with each of his hard and strong thrusts, warming it with all the juices you make – you literally soak now, close to the edge, and zoro smirks at you the moment he hears the crew entering the ship.
his possessive and rough side takes control of his mind – his soul as he picks you up, you already begin to beg for him to put his cock inside, pleases coming out of your parted pink lips that you bite so hard. you let him turning your body, abdomen touching the surface of the bed, cock’s tip resting on the entrance of your pussy, then, he slaps it with his dick, a hand finds your neck, putting your face down onto the pillow – his body hovering behind you as your ass gets higher and higher.
it feels so vulnerable to be in this position as if you’re his own fucktoy to play with, and you can’t deny the fact that even the thought of it can make you cum in an instant.
“zoro – aggh – I –“ you try to say when his dick slaps your clit once again, your body jumps – feeling both shy and shameless at the same time but he cuts you out, cock enters you in one go, jolting your body forward.
“cut it. you don’t want to waste your breath now, you will need it when I make you scream my name enough to make all the crew hear it,” he chuckles – the rings of danger echo inside your head, making you look behind and see him; standing on his knees, eyes on your face, a smirk is visible that gives chill down to your spine at the sight – his glory has one meaning – is that he will not leave this room until others – and your brat brain understands only he can have you like this.
“will make sure everyone knows who’s fuckin’ you day and night, including you, you dumb doll. should’ve learned it sooner, but, I’m always open to teaching you how to be a good fuckin' girl for me.”
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❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *cuties*
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angrythingstarlight · 2 months
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I like how unassuming malyshka appears. She gets to lead a double life as Bucky’s wife. She’s not in on the business as a partner but she knows more than anyone would suspect and has power over him
You have him in the palm of your hand. Bucky knows it. You know it. His inner circle knows it. Everyone else can only speculate.
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
CW: Semi-public smut, mafia Bucky is a menace.
WC: 1K.
A/N: Sinday drabble. Written on my phone, unbetad. Sinday drabbles are back!
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It’s enthralling to saunter into one of his restaurants, Bucky only a few steps behind you, and watch the atmosphere change. The conversations waning until all you can hear is the sharp click, click of your heels on the sleek floors. Respect and admiration with a subtle edge of fear permeate the room as he guides you to one of the exclusive areas.
For a business meeting of course.
Or so he claims.
But everyone can see the way he looks at you, his stoic expression can’t conceal his passionate gaze. They notice the way his tattooed hand lingers on the small of your back. Everyone can tell that Bucky wants to eat you up. Strip you bare and devour you like you were a five-course meal and his favorite dessert all in one tantalizing package.
They don’t dare say anything. At least when he’s within hearing distance anyway. Just watching with curious gazes, not even daring to breathe until he passes their table.
Immediately after the door closes to his secluded section, the restaurant explodes in a litany of hushed whispers about the pakhan and his gallerist. Rumors flow wild and rampant over glasses of wine.
Little do they know how true they are.
The pakhan is fucking you. Whenever and wherever you’ll let him. His version of a good morning is to start his day with his head between your thighs. And Bucky has been having a lot of good mornings. Bucky spends his nights finding new ways to coax those pretty little sounds out of your pretty little mouth.
What they don’t know is how much he loves you.
That he’s proud to be wrapped around your finger. That he thinks of you throughout the day, that he spoils you, protects you. That he gives you whatever you want without hesitation.
They’ll never know that he has your name hidden in his tattoos.
They better hope they never discover that he means it when he vowed that he’ll burn the city to the ground if anything were to happen to you.
And Bucky will definitely make sure that no one but him hears you gasp out his name as he pulls you onto his lap the second the waiter leaves with your order. Dress pushed up to your thighs, panties twisted to the side. His large hands bring your hips down as he pushes up into you, inch after inch until you swear you can’t handle anymore. His deep, rich voice in your ear saying I’m almost there, just let me in Malyshka.
You’re trying, you really are, you need this so bad. God after all this time you’d think you’d be used to his size, to how big he is. The way he’s stretching you feels is so incredibly intense. You fist two handfuls of the expensive lace tablecloth as you drop your head next to his whiskey glass.
A slow, controlled roll of his hips and he’s fully inside you. Fuck, you feel so damn good. His low groan sinks into your veins, the sheer desperate neediness in his tone makes you even wetter.
Only you can bring this side out of him.
His pace steadily builds, driving into you with relentless precision, hitting that spot deep inside you like he owns it. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you up until you’re back is flush with his chest. He needs more of you. Bucky cradles your face, turning your head so he can kiss you, his plush lips slot over yours. The lingering taste of his whiskey melds onto your tongue, the kiss deepening with every passing second. His hand drops to your aching clit, drawing languid circles over and over. You cling to him, your nails digging into his wrists. A tight knot of pure hot pleasure forms deep inside you. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.
He inhales your sobs and moans, the frantic noises fueling his desire to ruin you. Going faster, harder until you tighten around him, breaking the kiss with a sharp cry of his name.
His eyes drinking in your expression with pride as your eyes roll back and your mouth goes slack on a soft whimper. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. If he had time, he get two, maybe three more out of you. But he promised you lunch before you had to go back to the gallery.
And he always takes care of his girl. Because you do the same for him.
By the time the waiter tentatively knocks on the door, you’re back in your seat, trying your best not to look freshly fucked. Bucky’s smirk lets you know you’re failing—it doesn’t help his cum is dripping out of you or that he had just whispered in your ear that if your food wasn’t on its way, he’d be on his knees pushing every drop back into you.
“Come in.”
Still high off your orgasm, you can’t even fake being exasperated when he tucks your panties into his pocket with a devilish wink. You don't even remember him taking them off you. Much to his amusement, you avert your gaze, cheeks burning as people file in carrying trays. If they know what he just did to you, they don’t let on.
Everything is seamlessly served. Plates set in front of you with a flourish, glasses refilled, and the fragrant scents of your meal float through the room. As the last person leaves, your waiter stands at the door. “Will that be all sir?”
“Yes. And don’t worry about bringing a dessert menu.” Bucky leans back in his chair, his darkened, heady gaze caressing your face, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “I already know what I want."
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chuluoyi · 6 months
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✎ baby
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- gojo satoru x reader
a domestic life with your husband and baby
genre: teeth-rotting fluff, sugary dump fluff, and simply pure fluffff, baby-related, mentions of pregnancy, dad!gojo
note: inspired by this fanart by Deltapork in twitter! from the moment i saw that artwork, i just can't get this out of my head😫
and this is a part of a series of gojo drabbles i’ve planned called gojo's love entries anthology -> updated masterlist here
series masterlist | oneshot masterlist
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Watching your husband entertain your child would never fail to make you smile.
"Aw, my cute baby!" Satoru joyfully exclaimed as he and the baby, secure in his hold, emitted almost harmonious squeals of delight. Both of them practically shared the same brain cells at this point.
And it was a sight that warmed your heart so much, especially when the old Gojo Satoru was a prick who used to made little Megumi cry just for the sake of it and always said that babies and everything that came with them were a pain.
He playfully devoured your son's plump cheeks and burst into laughter, paying no attention to the curious glances he garnered from other shoppers at the supermarket.
"Satoru, hush," you chided gently as you pushed the cart, yet still smiling all the same.
"Ah, look, mama doesn't approve," he remarked to your babbling son, wearing a playful pout. At the same time, your barely seven-month baby puckered his lips too, turning him into a perfect miniature version of your mischievous husband at his best, melting your heart even further.
"It's time for his milk," you pointed out, retrieving the milk bottle. Satoru reached for it and offered it to your baby, who eagerly latched on and started drinking.
Your precious baby continued to feed on the formula, clearly relishing it. It appeared that he couldn't get enough, with the way he drank with such enthusiasm.
"He's a hungry baby... just like you," you mused.
Satoru laughed out loud once again. "Why are you comparing a baby with a grown-ass man?"
Your son was still drinking the milk and seemed like he wanted more, but you could definitely tell how content he was in that moment.
"Because it's your baby, duh. And not only he looks like you, he's also reflecting what you've been doing to me so far, it's uncanny."
"So I've turned our son into a mini-me now, have I." He regarded you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And what have I done to you, darling? Tell me."
"...A lot of bad things."
"Heh, is that so?"
The baby then stopped drinking and seemed to want you to cuddle him, as he reached his tiny hands towards you. Satoru handed him over to you, taking the bottle away, and you gently pulled him close, cradling him against your chest.
"Yeah. Bad, bad things," you cooed to your baby, your eyes sparkling with joy. "First you seduced me, then got me pregnant. And then you forced me to go through that painful labor."
Satoru didn't miss the way the clerk eyed him after you said that. But he chuckled anyway. "Well... in the end you fell for me, and I probably seduced you a bit..."
He paid for the groceries and then the two of you walked out of the supermarket.
"But is that so bad?" He continued with a meaningful smirk. "You seemed like you love it so there's nothing to complain about."
"Hmph."
"And then I got you pregnant... well, you wanted a baby, dear, so you can't really be mad and blame just me for it all, okay?"
The fact that you were having this crack conversation at a crossroad made you struggle to stifle your laughter, to say the least.
Your son was still cuddling up to your chest and now he was looking at you with those wide, glassy blue eyes. You could tell how much he liked and needed you, as well as spending time with you, his mother.
This is your baby with the man who loves you. How could you not love him in return?
Satoru looked at his son in your arms. “Our son is the cutest, isn’t he?”
He seemed tired more than anything though, with the big yawn he just emitted.
“He is so… defenseless.”
“Well, he’s a baby,” your husband said matter-of-factly. “That’s how babies are, darling. He’s learning how to do things and completely defenseless, so he needs his parents. You and I.”
Your baby’s eyes became a little droopy. He was sleepy now, and wanted your warmth to fall asleep.
“Let’s… protect him together, yeah, Satoru?” you muttered softly as your child settled in your embrace, peaceful and content, falling asleep.
Your heartstrings were pulled when you witnessed the expression of absolute adoration on your husband's face.
“Silly. I’m the one who will protect both of you, sweetheart.”
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greatooglymooglyyy · 11 days
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Trust Me (M. Sturniolo)
chris version?, masterlist
contains: angst, verbal arguing, trust issues, accusations of cheating, make up sex, smut (soft!dom matt), a bit of fluff
a/n: yikes. i don't even know what to say. bone apple teeth.
“Are we really going to argue about this?”
I pause the motions of washing my face to glare at him through my phone. “Yes, Matt. We’re really going to argue about you hanging out with an ex-fling.”
He sighs and readjusts his hold on his phone. “We’re going in circles. I told you I’m not ‘hanging out’ with her. It’s a business collab.”
“Blah, blah, blah.” I mock childishly and Matt cocks his head. I know he’s confused at my sudden surge of pettiness and honestly so am I. I mean, we’ve barely argued at all in the last six months we’ve been together. But, something about this situation is stirring up old insecurities in me and I can’t help lashing out.
“If it’s really just work, why are you just now telling me about it?” I ask as I pick up the phone and walk back to my bedroom, plopping down on the bed.
“My bad, I didn’t know I was on a leash. I didn’t have to tell you about it at all. I called you out of respect when I found out she was coming.” He answers roughly. I’m about to respond when I hear his brothers calling his name.
“I’ll come over when we’re done and we can talk about it face-to-face, okay?” Matt says, softening his tone.
I don’t even reply. I just scoff and end the call, throwing my phone off the bed. I see the screen light up with a message from him but I don’t pick it up. Instead, I head into my living room to spend the day watching the only man who’s never let me down: Stiles Stilinski.
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I must have fallen asleep somewhere around season three because I wake up to Void Stiles and someone banging on my door. Walking over and staring through the peephole, I’m unsurprised to see Matt standing there looking pissed.
I open the door slightly, peeking my head through the hole. “Wrong house.” But he just rolls his eyes, seemingly unimpressed.
“So we hang up in each other’s faces now, right?” He says as he pushes the door open wider and steps inside my apartment.
Sighing, I close the door and lock it, turning to lean against it with my arms crossed. “Oh, you remembered I exist? Only,” I mime checking the time. “three hours later. How was she? Was it good?”
Matt tilts his head and stares at me for a second, his eyes hardening, before he chuckles darkly and shakes his head. “You have me so fucked up today. Accuse me of cheating one more time.”
“If you want to be single, do that. In love or not, you’re just a man. You’re not the only dick-”
Matt cuts in, his face deadly serious again. “Y/N, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Stop playing with me.”
His expression tells me I’m going too far, but the anger burning inside of my chest won’t let me back down.
I walk closer to him, stepping into his space “I’ve been there, done that with all the bullshit, Matt.”
“And I’m not them.” He snaps, ducking his face inches from mine. “I’m not stupid and I haven’t done anything to make you not trust me.”
Despite my best efforts, my eyes start to water and I look away. He’s right. I can’t punish him for someone else’s mistakes. I walk away and let myself fall backward onto my couch. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my arm flung across my eyes.
Matt comes over, pulling off the back pillows so he can crawl on top of me. He moves my arm from my face and adjusts me so I’m looking at him. “I’m not going to cheat on you.”
“I know,” I admit, blinking back my tears at how stupid I feel.
Matt wipes the corners of my eyes and turns my face with his fingertips so he can kiss my jawline. “You’re the only one I want.”
“Even though I have trust issues?” I ask breathlessly as he moves his lips down my neck, the proof of his want hardening against my thigh.
He shrugs, sliding his hands under my shirt and gripping my sides. “I’ll fix them.”
I nudge him so he’ll look at me and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him to me. Tangling my hands in his hair, I press tiny chaste kisses to his lips. He lets me have my way for a few minutes but gets frustrated and takes control, kissing me harder and sweeping his tongue into my mouth.
I grind my hips up against his, needing friction, and he groans. Removing an arm from his neck, I reach down and unbuckle his belt, reaching into his boxers. Matt moans my name against my neck and begins thrusting into my hand slowly. He sits up slightly, pushes my sleeping shorts to the side, and plunges in his middle finger.
I gasp when his cold ring brushes my clit and lean my head on his shoulder.
He adds another finger, using his other hand to hold my legs open when I try to squeeze them closed. He reaches down and stops my hand movements, clearly getting too close, before leaning back down to place kisses on my face.
Matt adds pressure to my clit, laughing when I push against his shoulders. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, pretty girl.”
I moan out his name as an answer and he picks up the pace, curling his fingers to brush my g spot. He keeps up his pace even when I tell him I’m coming, his thumb rubbing circles as I ride out my orgasm. When I come down, he pulls out his fingers and wipes them carelessly on his jeans as he stands up.
“Get on your knees.” He tells me as he kicks off his pants and boxers. I slide off the couch, following his instructions, and face him, assuming he wants head. But when I reach for him, he shakes his head. “Bend over the coffee table.”
I raise my eyebrow slightly but do as he says, bracing my hands on the frame.
Matt kneels behind me and nudges my knees farther apart. He swipes my hair to one side so he can kiss my neck as he lines himself up, grunting quietly as he enters me.
He gives me a second to adjust when he bottoms out, beginning to thrust when I start to squirm. He pulls back as far as he can and slams back into me, pushing me into the table. I gasp, looking back, but he only smirks, leaning down to lightly nip at my shoulder. He continues his rough strokes, his hand digging into my hip.
Fighting for control, I meet his thrusts, pushing my hips back into him, until he braces a hand on my back and pushes me down.
I give up and I press my face into the cool glass, moaning loudly, as he hammers into me. Matt moves his other hand up to the back of my head, lacing his fingers through and tugging gently. “My girl.” He breathes out, the soft tone of his voice contrasting his rough thrusts.
“Please, Matt,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel my body tightening up.
“Come all over me, baby.” He says, pulling me up and pressing my back into his chest while he thrusts up. My body melts against his, and I unravel around him. I shudder when he continues thrusting, his hand coming up to circle my oversensitive clit.
It’s too much but when I try to wiggle away, he pulls out and stands, yanking me up with him. He leads me back to the sofa and bends me over the arm of it before sliding inside of me again.
He grips both of my hips, using them as leverage as he pounds himself into me. I can’t believe how much he’s stretching me, the tip of his dick kissing my cervix as he thrusts.
He brings his hand up and covers my mouth, shushing me, which must mean I’m being too loud. But I can’t think of anything besides the way he feels inside of me.
I can tell when he gets close because his thrusts become sloppier and he starts moaning out my name. He pushes inside of me as deep as he can and comes, dropping his head onto my back.
We both try to catch our breath for a second before he pulls out of me slowly and points me toward the bathroom. “You can go first.”
When we both have cleaned up, he comes back over to where I’m sitting on the couch and squats down. His eyes are kind and sweet as he takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. “Shower?”
He lets me get in first and I flinch at the cold ass water he’s set it to, turning up the heat. Matt hisses as he follows me in, leaning past me to turn it down. “Are you trying to boil us alive? That shit is proof that you’re a demon.”
I laugh at his dramatics as he grabs my soap and lathers up the loofah. He scrubs my arms gently before spinning me so he can get my back.
When he's done, he pulls me into his chest and I lean my head back, the feeling of his skin against mine like ecstasy.
“Do you know how much I love you?” He says, his voice grating across my ear before he places a kiss behind it.
I turn and smile at him, adoration flooding my body. “I think I’m starting to.”
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