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buckttommy · 1 month

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Why do you like Shannon so much?

because i look at her as a whole. she wasn't just eddie's wife. she wasn't just christopher's mom. she was a woman in her own right. and she was... she had a whole life in front of her, you know? not even at the point when she died (but that too), i mean she had her whole life in front of her at the point where she got pregnant. and we know how that was for eddie, you know? we can see, at least in some ways, the effects of christopher's birth and existence on him and how those things shaped who he was and who he became but shannon, in some way, only exists to further his story. and that's fine because, like, he's the main character. but what we do know about her is just so tragic.

think about every teenager you know. every teenager you ever knew. how many of them are ready to be mothers? how many of them are ready to be mothers to disabled children? how many of them are ready to be single mothers to disabled children? how many of them are ready to be single mothers to disabled children while their own mothers are dying of cancer, while their mother in laws are not offering support, and while they're constantly living with the fear that this is forever? because that was her reality. if eddie died overseas, that little glimpse of her life without him would have been her Entire existence for the rest of her life. and i don't know about you, but even as 20-something, that entire existence seems so daunting and overwhelming.

i don't support her for leaving christopher. she fucked that boy up, as we can see now (and have seen over the years) and she shouldn't have abandoned her son, period. have whatever feelings you want to have about your husband but don't bring your kids into that shit. you know? but when i step outside of just that aspect and look at the entirety of who she is? someone just as young and confused and scared as eddie was without receiving any of the grace and understanding that he did inherent, at least, to the fact that he was a soldier at war? i just. man. it reminds me of that poem. you know? they fuck you up, your mum and dad / they may not mean to, but they do / they fill you with the faults they had / and add some extra just for you. and it's just, like, how many choices led them to where they all were/are? all of them.

how many choices from how many people led shannon to getting pregnant by her loser boyfriend? where was her dad? texas dads don't typically let their daughters go get knocked up in high school, btw, so where was he? was he dead? was that, too, something she had to shoulder on her own/with her mom, or did she just never know him? how many choices led her to saying "enough is enough" and walking out? how many sleepless nights? how many tears? how many doctors appointments and arguments and mean words thrown back and forth led to it all just becoming too much? when did she decide she didn't want to be the bigger person anymore? because she didn't decide it the moment she left, that was when she just finally put those feelings into action. she decided it long ago. just, like, how many different choices for how many different people led to all these different versions of all these characters that we know so well?

we'll never know. at least not where shannon is involved. but we can see it in the main characters, so exploring the tragedy of shannon diaz as a viewer, and as a woman, and as a former teenage girl is just. so interesting and so compelling and so sad on so many different levels, like. she deserved better. not just her character, but she, as a woman, deserved so much better. she deserved so many more chances to be the woman/person she thought she wanted to be. when she was a little girl growing up in religious texas, i highly doubt her vision for her life included being lonely, angry, sad, and divorced. and i think the writers (and eddie) do a great job of honoring her as a human being and as a mother. she was not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination, but that's what makes her so good and so sad and i just. i just love to probe deeply into who she is even if we'll never get confirmation in canon because i think, if nothing else, the character deserves that much

#jack answers mail #shannon diaz

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chocolatestrawberrymilk · 5 months

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could you do anemo boys hcs for your bday?

A/N: since there's five of them, i made each a bit short :( sorry, i hope that's ok! trying out formatting too hehe >:)

Characters: Heizou, Kazuha, Scara, Venti, Xiao

Warnings: None!

Heizou

In his birthday voiceline to the traveler, he mentions wanting to take them to some sort of locked room!

So I think he'd take you two to an escape room (do they have those in teyvat?...)

If you can solve the puzzles, he'd secretly find that really attractive.

Who am I kidding, "secretly"? He'd tell you about how cool you were the entire way home.

If you can't, he tries to drop subtle hints, enough to set you in the right direction but not enough to make you feel like you weren't doing anything.

When you finally got it he would be so proud!!!

He'd probably tease you for taking so long, tho

If you tell him to stop he will, but if you find it funny too, he won't stop with it until... well.... who knows, honestly.

He just wants the two of you to have fun :)))

Kazuha

ugh literally SO SWEET

DIABETES MATERIAL

Probably brings you breakfast, and does whatever tasks you have on the Alcor so you can sleep in longer!

Wakes you with a super sweet poem :)

His gift, honestly, is probably an entire notebook of poems written just for you!

When the Alcor gets docked and you guys get to go on land, he takes you to a bakery - in his voiceline with the traveler, he mentions wanting to get them cake for their birthday.

Makes you his specialty dish at the end of the day and you fall asleep together <3

Scaramouche/Wanderer

I know I keep mentioning their birthday voicelines but Scara's is literally so cute!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6fxFXU7w64&ab_channel=Michi <---This is it

So like in his voiceline he takes you somewhere pretty. Maybe he doesn't exactly know how to act or what to do on your birthday but if 500 years of existence doesn't give a puppet a catalogue of the most beautiful places in Teyvat I don't know what will.

Let's just say he takes you to Mawtimiya Forest!

Since it's in Sumeru he'd try to avoid Nahida, purely because he thought she'd embarrass him in typical older-sister/mother figure fashion.

She'd find you two anyways... she's the Goddess of Wisdom, after all!

Nahida would share some embarrassing stories of his hopeless pining while you three had a picnic on top of one of those weird blue mushroom thingies.

Eventually she'd leave you two to it, and you just decided to camp on said weird blue mushroom thingie and fall asleep under the stars!

Venti

Brings you to the Angel's Share!

Prepare for a nonstop onslaught of embarrassingly sappy ballads, especially when he gets drunk, lmao.

It's cute though, and most people come over at some point to wish you a happy birthday, whether you know them or not :p

If you somehow feed him enough food and water to get him back to a semi-sober state, at night, he'll take you up to the hands of the statue of him in front of the cathedral.

He'd somehow get EVEN SAPPIER, and now that he's regained some of his faculties, he's very poetic.

Idc HOW good you are at keeping your emotions hidden, he WILL make you blush at some point.

You two talk up there until you fall asleep and then he flies you back over to your house, leaving some dandelions in an empty vase in your room.

Xiao

Kind of like Scara, he takes you out to nature, but instead of there being a specific destination, the two of you just kinda go for a walk.

He's freaking out the entire time, because he's worried you're going to get hurt by his karmic debt.

In fact, you probably had to ask him to go on a walk with you, and he agreed only after he had cleared out the entire forest of hilichurls.

Catches some crystalflies for you, makes you some food using fresh ingredients, is overall really sweet (as much as he can be)… but you can tell that he's hiding something.

Eventually (guess what... I'm referencing the birthday lines again...) you ask him what's up and he finally shows you.

He made an adepti amulet to protect you, but was embarrassed to give it to you!

He tries to run away after that, so if you make him stay, you two can go into Liyue Harbor and get some food (something he hardly ever does, so you're special!)

Honestly, you keep him sane, so he's happy that he could give you at least one good day.

And that's it! Tysm for requesting! Future note tho I probably won't be doing requests with more than three or four characters, just so that I can make sure the writing is okay!

#xiao x reader #venti x reader #heizou x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin imagines #x reader

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strawbs-screaming · 7 months

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☆ how the boxers were as children ☆

Hey besties, sorry for dissapearing i was busy decaying, enjoy my cringe ass writing

Glass Joe

- Really sleepy & an edgelord, he was the kid that had hair covering the side of his face in middle school

- his parents always said that he wouldnt really be able to take up boxing due to him being a natural coward, jokes on them Joe isnt scared to get hurt (physically)

- loved reading old writing, especially gothic literature, he has a soft spot for dark writing

- wrote cringy edgy poems about every crush he had, his parents sometimes pull them out to torment him

- tried to start his own band, failed miserably

- still attached to his edgelord phase very much

- if he was a teen during the 2000-2010's he def would have a edgy wolf oc and a Deviantart account

Von Kaiser

- sickly victorian child + little german boy hybrid

- his parents always spoke with permission so he also started copying them, leading to him always interrupting people by saying "can i ask something?"

- had that one little german boy outfit, along with the huge ass lollipop and dumb hat, anytime someone pulls out his childhood pictures he prays they dont whip out those photos or he will get bullied recklessly

- NEVER EVER cursed until the wonderful age of 15 when he yelled out the word "fuck" after dropping a wrench on his foot, his dad wasnt even upset he was more concerned because holy fuck his child dropped a wrench on their foot

- got sick really often, he was out here being asked to be taken out into the garden one last time before you all posers

Disco Kid

- that one kid who had a really cool dad that let him do anything as long as he didnt blow up the house

- Really creative, writing up stories with pictures, his grammar wasnt really the best (along with his writing) so his parents had to read "the addventours off the brince" and hold in their laugh

- He was the kid who performed an entire ass dance choreography to get your parents to accept the sleepover invite

- got introduced to Disco music by his dad, got obsessed with it instantly and started dancing everywhere

King Hippo

- ate glue

- never spoke with anyone, Just beat up anyone picking on him and no one messed with him ever since

- people just gave him paper to eat, fresh with colored pencils

- liked to play make believe with his plushies

Piston Hondo

- He let you copy off his homework, i think that tells you enough

- everyone only recognized him for being a smart ass, not being creative and that really upset him

- played chess a whole lot, joined tournaments and won some medals

- academic burnout hit him like a train

- for a while, art and writing was his only escape from stress & pressure, he journaled about his feelings and drew his soul out, due to this he struggled to express his feelings without words

Bear Hugger

- chased everyone around with a spider then ate it, he was so evil for what

- never actually went to school, his parents lived out in the woods and homeschooled him since no one likes walking 2-3 hours straight just to suffer in a seat

- He always had a interest in animals, him and mrs bear go are childhood friends, mrs bear met him when she was a cub, due to this he got spared by mrs bears mom and suddenly had a 2nd mom, once his family realized that their son got adopted by a bear, they kindly let the bears in and treated it like it was normal

- loved fishing with mrs bear, he taught her how to use a rod and she taught him how to catch fish with his bare hands

Great Tiger

- so called "self sufficient" When he was just used to being alone and kinda accepted the fact he'll never have proper friends

- created the most batshit insane scenarios with his clones that would make the average hollywood movie maker shed tears, these gems include: divorce, murder, crime, assault and tea parties

- talked to himself a whole lot to the point where his parents took him to a therapist

- never really made friends, Just made himself his own friend

Don Flamenco

- oh no.

- his dad basically hated him, insulted him a whole lot, made fun of him, literally just made him insecure, when he got the opportunity to escape his dad by boxing, he took it without hesitation and got out of there

- was never really home, he was always out with friends to avoid his dad back at the house

- emotional stability? Who needs that when you can ignore your problems?

- people pleaser no matter what he says

Aran Ryan

- greasy ass bitch

- his parents didnt teach him shit, you think tigers parents didnt care about him? They'll look like helicopter parents next to them when they see what aran has going on

- had bad hygiene, only learned to shower and take care of himself in the 5th grade, thanks to that and his name, my boy got bullied and developed his behavior to defend himself from people

- Always ran from school & home, he had a hide out from away from home and a bit close to school to escape whenever he had the chance, he always dissapeared for a few weeks (sometimes months) and nobody really went looking for him, either from knowing he'll return sometime or they just dont care enough

Soda Popinski

- lonely, him and tiger are the difference between feeling lonely vs being alone, he doesnt handle loneliness well

- grew up with his grandpa & his stories, always loved listening to them and copied him whenever he wanted to tell a story

- never had a proper social life due to having to take care of his grandpa + him getting concerned about soda whenever he was out for too long

- spent most of his time crying from loneliness, away from him

Bald Bull

- precious!!! Was really shy and had a rounder face that everyone in his family pinched like crazy

- extremely sensitive & emotional (he still is hes just bottling it up shh)

- stuttered a lot, think about that one "have you ever had a dream you could you can't you would you you could be anything" kid

- was really short and just shot up one day

- scaredy cat, could be scared from anything, including: bugs, darkness, thunder, needles, sharp stuff, blood, death and alcohol (he also still gets scared easily but shh shut up)

- Always snored in his sleep, inherited it from his dad

Super Macho Man

- obsessed with sharks, dinosaurs, trucks and cars, basically got obsessed with anything he found cool

- his parents spoiled the living fuck out of him, no dime left unspent on him, no quarter spared

- Always lied about having something at the playground, sure Macho i trust the fact that you have "every dinosaurs teeth" 100% never doubted you for a second

- his parents love language was money so it got passed down to him, they were just throwing money at him and fucking off

Mr Sandman

- oldest child in his family, has 4 siblings and loves them all very much, had to help his mom & dad take care of them since they were a handful

- started boxing early so he was never in school that often unless it was 99% neccessary

- slept a lot thanks to him being tired constantly from rushing around

- knows how to do hair & make up from his younger sister

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #don flamenco #glass joe #piston hondo #aran ryan #bald bull #great tiger #this was so fun to make yay yay yippee #sorry for dissapearing i was mentally going downhill #i am drained eughshhs

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streets-in-paradise · 1 year

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Prince of Persia headcanons: Becoming Dastan's first wife

Warnings: No proofreading. The reader is female only because i had no idea of how to keep this gender neutral in the historical context of the persian empire

- You are the sister of one of Tus' wives and ever since she found out of your crush in Dastan, she practically promised you that someday you were going to marry him.

- For many years you have been sweetly infatuated with him and your pure devotion has been hard to hide. Surely you weren't the only one in the kingdom, but he had many chances of noticing you.

- He quickly grew a soft spot for you and it wasn't hard to guess why. You showed him a special kind of sweetness, more intimate than your usual. It was far beyond the simple act of admiring your prince.

- Tenderness that you saved only for him, even when you wouldn't make your feelings explicit. He could tell that you were shy and those small acts were your outlet.

- Awareness didn't make him love it any less, he couldn't help it.

- You would hold his hand if you were too nervous, but also get nervous if he would be staring at you for too long. You would compliment him a lot, but never dare to talk about his looks. You would cassualy bring him gifts because " i don't know, this reminded me of you". Once you got him flowers and he thought it was the cutest thing, but Garsiv mocked him about it.

- He even catched you composing an epic poem about one of his victories in war. You are actually good at singing and storytelling, you would have asked it to be sang at a feast if Nizam wouldn't have shamed you about it.

- Your attitude about his nephew annoys him and he is very sarcastic, so you were effectively disuaded. However, Dastan still begged you to show him your work and, despite you were embarassed, you did... How could have you resisted his sweet request?

- His brothers tease you, but they mean well.

- " Dastan, your future wife is here!"

" Stop it, Garsiv. You are making her nervous"

" My sweetest sister in law and my little brother... Wouldn't that be cute?"

" Not you too now, Tus."

- The thing is that, although he likes you, Dastan wouldn't act flirty with you because you are so sweet to him that he feels wrong for it.

- Bis flirts with you for him

- " You look lovely today, lady."

You would smile at him, as always

" Thank you"

" Honestly? If Dastan doesn't start courting you soon, i would... If that was possible, of course. What we know isn't"

- People joke because you wear your heart on your sleeve, but at some point the king himself starts considering you a fitting wife for his son.

- It happens when he finds out that you have joined Dastan in his walks through the city. Becoming prince didn't make him loose his roots and he still enjoyed of mixing himself with the people, even visiting the suburbs, and this is an aspect of him that Sharaman admires.

- The fact that you, born in nobility, aren't afraid of following his son there gives you a positive image. He knows that you weren't doing it for that, the king sees that you are humble at heart.

- Nizam was horrified when Dastan brought with you a bunch of kids from the streets to visit the palace. When you confessed it was your idea, you fully conquered Sharaman's simpaties.

- He would get you both engaged in the blink of an eye and you would be surprised to find out that Dastan isn't protesting against it.

- " I would understand if you don't want this. " You shyly purred at him when trying to comfront him about it. " Your father thinks he is doing the best for you."

Your assumption disconcerted him

" Who says he isn't?"

You smiled to yourself.

" Well, it was rushed... and your uncle isn't happy about it."

" Don't worry for that. Nizam has a severe temper, but he is a great man. Give him time and he will love you."

You seemed skeptical.

" I know what he thinks of me."

Then, you stopped talking abruptly and his glance searched for yours seeking to encourage you.

" I'm not ready to be a royal, i'm just a dumb girl in love with you."

Dastan held you in his arms like never before, rounding your waist.

" Do you want to know a secret? It's one I never told you before."

It made you chuckle and you were getting progressively lost in the radiant beauty of his face while waiting for his words.

" ... I can't wait to make you my wife."

#prince of persia #prince of persia sands of time #dastan #prince dastan #jake gyllenhaal #dastan x reader #prince of persia headcanons #prince of persia imagines

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blossomingframe · 1 month

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Secretary

I’m still working on plot shit for my previously promised slobby monster story so have a vintage threesome one shot so I can practice my format for longer stories.

Tw; misogyny,anxiety mention, alcohol mention, dubious consent related to alcohol

Kinks; slob, weight gain,fart,burps,bloating,intox,BDSM

Pansy’s speech

Reginald’s speech

Delilah’s speech

It was Delilah’s first day working at I tepruar Metals. She packed a small lunch on purpose because after years of high waisted dresses she wasn’t sure how her figure would hold up in a pencil skirt. Not that she’d ever worn one before. When she was in high school and college she wore pedal pushers and after her graduation she got pregnant soon after. She hadn’t worn something so “showy” since her childhood. However that was the least of her concerns. Even as one of two secretaries she was expected to be sharp and after 15 years of housekeeping her brain had probably atrophied.

As her husband walked in she snapped out of her daze and finished placing salad leaves in her Tupperware. “ good morning sweetheart I’m a little nervous about going to work but I’m still fine to make your breakfast” she said, greeting him as she did most mornings. But different. He just nodded, slapped her ass and smiled. He meant no harm. Delilah always joked he was a blue collar man stuck in a middle class life. He was strait-laced, down-to-earth. Delilah served him his eggs then said “the new nanny is already upstairs waking up the children” and rushed out.

Reginald like to get into the office early. His home felt so empty and he liked to get some work done before everyone showed up. Plus his favourite breakfast was donuts and spiked coffee at his desk which might lead to some judgement. Especially how he acted whilst consuming it. As he got to the end of both an important form and his fourth donut he let out a massive belch then buttoned and zipped his pants. Everyone would be showing up soon. Especially his new secretary who made a point of saying how punctual she is during the interview. He could feel some gurgling in his stomach but those would have to wait at least until the new girl was situated.

And what a new girl she was. Reginald would freely admit he partially hired her for her looks but seeing a gal in an A-line dress and a ponytail was very different to seeing her in an almost skin tight blouse and skirt with heels. Plus what he would never admit was that part of her appeal was the visible belly rounding out her skirt. Reginald realised he was staring then gathered himself, shook her hand and got her sat down at her desk. Pansy wasn’t looking too bad either today. But he needed to press on regardless of what his animal urges told him.

This new hire wouldn’t be so hard to train. Pansy knew Reginald better than to expect someone brainless just because she had “assets” but this Delilah woman seemed almost a fantasy. The wisdom of a mother of five kids, a chemical engineering degree and fast, clear handwriting. Plus she wasn’t exactly complaining about having a curvaceous, cutesy coworker. Pansy didn’t exactly proclaim the poems of Sappho but she had kissed and handled just as many old secretaries as Reginald had.

Pansy knew today wouldn’t be very productive. In between the constant questions from Delilah who was as inexperienced as she was diligent, Reginald’s clearly bloated stomach catching her eye whenever he blustered through their office to the rest of building and the near constant siren song of their offices seemingly endless coffee and snacks she was plenty busy. At roughly three the biggest distraction of them all presented itself. Delilah ran in the direction of the bathroom after no bathroom breaks all day and constant coffee top ups. After 15 minutes she decided to go check on her.

Delilah sat on the toilet dumbfounded. Her husband regularly talked about having six cups a day but not a word about its “side effects”. Another burp slipped out of her throat. The ladies toilet was thankfully empty so she could be unladylike in private. It still felt so shameful though. She rubbed the red marks on her taut belly. At home her sensitive stomach was no issue, with the kids at school she was mostly alone so could just shut the windows and ride it out. Plus these new clothes were much tighter. She pushed down on her navel and let out a stream of farts.

“Delilah are you okay? Are you having woman’s issues?” Shit. Her coworker Pansy may be a frequent snacker but she still stayed the ever poised professional. Delilah in that moment resigned to her fate of being fired “uurp no. I think I frrrt had too much coffee” Pansy would find out soon enough. “Open the door I can help you” Delilah opened the door, desperate to get it over and done with but instead Pansy shut and locked the stall door and asked if she could unbutton Delilahs blouse. She nodded trying to not let the jostling lead to burping in her coworkers face. Pansy did so then asked if she could massage Delilahs belly. Delilah nodded again and quickly found herself in a trance as Pansy’s cool fingers lulled her instantly. She sat completely blissed out and barely aware that she had forgone all pretence and was currently letting out a stream of loud burps, farts and moans.

Reginald loved meetings. Most people found them a distraction from work at best but they were his favourite part of the job. It helped being the boss. He loved charming clients, talking to his people and looking at presentations. When he started gaining weight after his marriage imploded he was nervous that he wouldn’t be taken seriously but the numbers had actually jumped upwards. Maybe his new soft physique was more relatable. The one issue was his new found appreciation for food left him feeling gassy and bloated in meetings which was an unwelcome distraction. Especially today. His stomach had chosen today, the day he had three meetings and a new hot secretary to launch a full offensive.

After his last meeting of the day he snuck into the supply closet next to the meeting room and immediately undid his pants. Then making sure the door was locked he cocked his leg and let out a stream of farts. They absolutely reeked. What could have lead to this? As he jiggled his belly to work up some burps he looked down. He did not remember his belly being that big. Maybe he’d gone too far. But he also noticed something else. He was rock hard. Ever since he started eating more and stopped going to all those couples activities he’d noticed that he felt fantastic when he acted gross. He felt horny, he felt manly, he felt the best about himself he had in years. As he belched and patted his dick he debated in his head his persona as a charismatic gentleman. Maybe post-divorce he could evolve. Or more aptly devolve. Pansy all ready knew about his antics and didn’t seem to think less of him. “Buuuuuuurrrrrrpp” for now though the shame lived on.

Pansy was in heaven. A cute, fat girl burping in her face? Yes. Said girl also letting out comedically loud farts. Yes. Her sweet blissed out facial expression was the cherry on top. The only thing that could have made it better was if she could kiss and squeeze Delilah too. She was getting pretty gassy herself as her late lunch settled but she figured Delilah wouldn’t mind. She let out her own duo of loud burps followed up by loud fart. Delilah looked even happier so Pansy laughed it off and burped again. And again. And again. God it felt good. Then something unexpected happened. Delilah kissed her on the mouth.

Things escalated quickly. The next thing Pansy knew she was farting into Delilah’s lap and grabbing her breasts. Delilah pulled her in and burped in her face. Then there was another complete blur and they were both running back to the office holding their blouses closed. They ran into the office and shut the door. “Reginald won’t be back from his meetings for a while” Pansy explained before pulling Delilah to the floor and stripping off both their blouses and bras. Pansy then got onto all fours and farted in Delilah’s face. Then she sat onto her lap and they started kissing and humping each other in a flurry of movement. Neither of them thought to check the clock. Or to even think about their boss until a gruff voice behind them said “uurp my office is more comfortable”.

“Are we in trouble?” “Like Hell you’re in trouble. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen” Pansy grinned. “I knew that you were a pig boss but I’m impressed” . It was in that moment that Delilah’s brain finally noticed his unbuttoned trousers, his bloated belly, the flask in his hand, the steady stream of farts, the food stains on his shirt and the fact that his other hand was in his underwear. Delilah knew what to do. She pulled him into a hug, kissed him on the mouth then pushed against his belly. “It’s only fair to return the favour piggy” Reginald burped in her face then pulled her into his office. Pansy followed sitting on Reginald’s desk. Delilah felt hot all over. She stripped off the last of her clothes, then took the flask from Reginald’s hand and took a swig. “Atta girl! I love you already”. Pansy hugged her as Delilah burped and said “solid hiring decision. Bo-uurrp-sss”

Both Reginald and Pansy stripped the rest of their clothes then Reginald lied down on his desk and Delilah sat on his pelvis. Then as Pansy wheeled toward her she pulled her up and Pansy sat behind her and wrapped her legs around her. Delilah pulled Pansy’s hands onto her belly. Then Delilah started rubbing Reginald’s hairy gut. They burped at the same time as Pansy let out a rippling fart that shook them both. Delilah and Reginald continued to burp at each other as Pansy humped Delilah desperately. Reginald leaned upwards and grabbed Pansy’s ass. Delilah grabbed Reginald’s dick and placed it inside herself then started pushing herself into him.

Reginald missed his flask. Sure it was sexy as hell when Delilah drank from it but that was the last of his booze. And he was starving. But he still had a good buzz going so there was no reason to worry. He focused on his throbbing dick inside Delilah’s warm tight pussy and Pansy’s ass in his hands. He thrusted into Delilah and with each thrust he felt more and more like he was floating. Both of them smelt so good. Of sweat and floral perfume and ink and cabbage. He let out another loud belch and felt his eyes roll back into his head as he came. He screamed with pleasure “wy pierdolone anioły!”, gripping Pansy’s ass so hard she screamed in pain.

Reginald kept thrusting until eventually he saw Delilah screw up her eyes then felt the shaking sensation of her body as she finished. Reginald sat up as Delilah and Pansy got down. Delilah stroked his face and said “lie down love” he could feel himself sobering up but he still settled back down. Delilah then knelt on the floor next to his face while Pansy stood up on the other end. Pansy started rubbing his belly with one hand and his leaky cock in the other. Delilah started kissing him and burping in his mouth. Reginald returned the favour and she grabbed him by the neck and started kissing him with tongue. God he was so lucky he got to hire such hot girls.

Pansy loved the feeling of hot cum on her hands. But the heavy petting had to end at some point. She was cold. She tapped Reginald on the hip then stopped rubbing him. She thought about Delilah and Reginald’s bodies. Reginald had gotten so hot since his divorce. In between the extra 50 pounds, the whiskey habit loosening him up and his new slobby ways he had gone from merely handsome to a certified cutie. Then there was Delilah with her loose hair and nervous manners she was so sweet but her rebellious streak was powerful and sexy. Both of them were so hot.

Her sweater felt softer than usual when she placed it on her shoulders. “I farted on it” Delilah winked. She’d been sat in the office chair in her underwear and Reginald’s blazer for a while now. She had just been staring into space smirking. Reginald had curled up on the floor in the corner. He did that. Reginald got guilty after sex especially since he usually had to get drunk before hand to not feel guilty in the first place. “Did you have fun love?” Pansy said while she sauntered toward her. “What does this mean for me?” “It means you like hot people. Doing hot things. Don’t worry about it.” “But you’re so…so different. And not just in good ways. You’re so forward! And you’re kind of rude.” “Fair. But just because you’re into girls and weirder stuff doesn’t mean you’re mean like me”. “Huh-hmm I guess. Can one of you call me a cab home I missed the bus.” “I’ll do it. See you tomorrow!” Pansy ran to her desk and called Delilah a taxi while she got dressed. When Delilah went home she walked feeling the night breeze on her face. With those two around she’d need the walk to calm down after work.

They were the most effective, and disgusting, administration team I tepruar Metals ever had.

#burp kink #fart kink #belly kink #eructo #eprocto #queer ns/fw #queer feedism #belly burp #farting #burps #burp #burping

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dyketennant · 3 months

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not to get sentimental about humanity or whatever but actually yeah there is good out there guys. i promise you i promise you there is so much good. look here is my list:

when i was a really little kid i cried after losing a carnival game (obviously i was 4 so i sucked at it) and the pre-teen age boy who won gave me his prize. i'm pretty sure i still have it somewhere 15+ years later.

one time i was crying on the train and the woman across from me gave me a snack from her bag; i tried to wish her a good day as she got off at her stop and was worried she didn't hear me, but the woman next to me reassured me she had without me ever asking.

when i had a meltdown at the hozier concert because my $40 t-shirt was stolen, someone behind me who was about my age gave me a fidget toy, and when i tried to return it they told me i could keep it (i still use it often, it's one of my favorites).

at the same concert, during the same meltdown when i was in the bathroom, the woman in the stall next to me asked me if i was okay and told me that things like that had happened to her, but that i still got to be there and (in her words) "see the guy" and it made things a little easier for me (i only ever saw her heels and her fingernails, but i later found out she was my dad's coworker, and she told him she was glad im doing better now).

in my freshman year of high school, i complimented a guy's overwatch shirt and we talked about it for a while before class started; years later he told me that it was the nicest anyone had ever been to him up until that point and that he still appreciated it—which shocked me, because he ended up being one of the most popular kids at school and is still good friends with a lot of my friend group.

when i was talking to my asl professor about why i was out of class for a few days (i was in the hospital for a few days following a suicide attempt) she hugged me and told me i was beautiful, and i still think about that professor nearly every day, and how she would always tell us about how much she loved her wife and their life together.

not long after that, my english professor reached out and wished me a happy thanksgiving because she knew i had been having a rough semester, even though she didn't have to and probably didn't do that for any other students (as far as i know).

when i was sorting through old papers i found years of hand drawn and painted birthday cards from one of my best friends, who made me one every year, and it made me realize how long they had been there for me during my worst.

i always start to feel dread when i leave for school, but one day, a girl accidentally got off the elevator on my floor, and then i proceeded to get off on a different wrong floor, and we both ended up in the same elevator and laughed about how we both made the same mistake, and wished each other a good day. it made my walk to the bus stop a bit easier.

at a writing conference, as part of a writing exercise, a woman told me a story about how she left her shitty ex boyfriend and had been single since, and i told her about how much i loved media analysis and symbolism; i wrote her a poem and she drew me a drawing. we never spoke again, but for a few minutes, it felt like we were old friends.

one of the bartenders at my old job loved our coconut macaroons, so i would save one for him so he could have it with his coffee. it was such a simple exchange, but it made me feel warm every time.

at that same job, i worked on my birthday, and once we were closed i asked the kitchen for any leftovers they had. they ended up making me an entire appetizer and singing happy birthday to me.

one time in the coffee stand drive thru, the guy taking my order got excited when he saw the pokemon on my dashboard, and pointed to his car across the parking lot with a gyrados in it. he then pulled a bracelet out of his pocket that said "cute" and said i could have it because of all my cute pokemon. later, i went again while wearing it and saw him, and his coworker said that he just loves making bracelets for people.

for whatever reason, a claw machine at a mall nearby had fraggle rock plushes inside; my friend and i spent forever trying to get some, but couldn't, and we both struggled to find good listings online. when i finally got my friend a mokey plush for christmas, they tackled me in a hug, and it's now one of my happiest memories (they then insisted on paying for my boober plush later on, so now we match).

and i am certain there are many many more instances i am forgetting. and i know things are fucking bleak now and always. and i know it's hard to see. but there is so much good. there is so much love. even from strangers. please believe me. life can be so full of love.

#recovery

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the-acid-pear · 2 months

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My dream tonight was fucking insane. I'll just write bullet points.

First off all the baki anime was getting rebooted so this time they'd fucking made Baki a furry. Not as in he was anthro, no, he had to put on a fucking suit (it was a cute big cat :) ) and i was so maaad about this change because the old outfit was iconic enough and this was being made to appeal to a larger audience or something.

Also i think they killed off Jack Hanma or something i was mad about that too

Next thing i remember I was outside, in some hike. I always dream about being outside.

I don't remember shit i did except for the fact when i was tired i decided to lay down in the middle of the fucking field for no reason and i threw a pillow and a blanket and it was a wide thick blanket this magenta color, close to this one,and i laid down i started seeing in the horizon with the clouds all going down one was coming over which very clearly brought rain and i knew rain at night while i sleep on the grassy ground was like a death sentence but i just didn't feel like moving to the house a few blocks by where other people lived because i'd fumbled it pretty hard before.

My death wish wasn't granted however because one woman and some maybe male pal of hers came over. She was blonde and had an eyepatch. I pretended to be fast asleep so she wouldnt try to move me. She didn't, instead, she covered myself with a plastic wrap (head to toe btw i got scared for a second about it but decided to just trust her y'know?)

Lady said i looked cute and retold a story about one time i helped her, something related to her eye prob. I think her name was "one-eyed Jackie" btw. Also, i didnt feel like an adult in this dream, i felt like a kid, put a pin on that.

Now cozy and safe i decided to quote a poem from memory to sleep a poem which does not exist and of which i dont remember enough to write it down but the main theme was about holding on against the unstoppable crushing pressure and this was all illustrated on a comic in a dark pool where the character (fucking PG btw idk how he didnt short circuit also im really normal yes thanks for asking) started floating but then there was no water and he was just gripping the edge to not fall and he never did but the poem ended with the repetition about gripping on. It was a somber one but bc my loving nature i just wanted to save him tm and i kept (no pun intended with that last one) thinking of two people walking across different landscapes like a documentary montage. It was nice.

Unfortunately i was almost ran the fuck over while i was trying to dream in peace.

I jumped to the side and avoided the truck but my devices were there and i told to Jackie "My phone is there :( " and she was like no they retrieved it now stop worrying about that are you ok?!

I think it was then when it fully transformed into a movie, or perhaps the earlier scene with Jackie was, either way, i am now no longer me and im instead L.L.

And for dear life I'd not explain to you what happened in this movie although i think they mentioned Sam Raimi made it? It did have some horror things like uh, a fucking werewolf. Like out of our pals, he was just a werewolf and he'd transform each part whenever he wanted. It was nuts, hilarious too.

There was a big bad and his team too at one point they set our little clown shack (bc it was the size of a letrine yet like 8 people were inside it) on fire.

The ending was nutty too actually papyrus fucking died i just remembered. There was this giant freezing mechanism and he (who btw didnt look like paps he was naked his head was very rectangular and cartoony and bigger than his arms, also he was my height) was like "i'll just wait for them to come back to talk this out! :) and i was like PAPYRUS NO! but then it was too late he was head to toe frozen with a smile still on his face....... tried to whipe the moisture from his face maybe w some heat we'd save him but a girl in my team just was like cmon we need to go so i had to leave him.

And then we faced the big bad who was literally just some guy who kinda looked like uh. Hang on. Well i cant find his name but the guy from bg3 who looks like a fucking clown and people love to hate or something. Except w longer crazier hair. And he did fucking kil my epic werewolf bestie but we managed to get rid of him locking him up Somewhere i guess for him to die.

and then we were all coming back from the intensity of it all and the girl from before is like "you gotta admit, that was the best terrible movie ever" and i didnt dare to say i actually loved it

also i forgot if i mentioned this but this movie had a fandom and fanart and somoene had drawn my wolfy pal (who my brain keeps insisting on calling trevor but im pretty sure that's an unrelated werewolf. Also this guy i remembered his looks, his fur was grey and black but he was pale and blonde w short hair sticking up, like, platinum blonde) like "yeah im a werewolf despite that never being explained ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" which is why when it happened i didnt question it, ironically.

anyway i think i brought up the poem and this is when you take off that pin because now one of my childhood friends from primary school (or a representation of her) started talking about how she wrote a following poem or maybe i was talking about a different one idk but she talked about how it opened doors in her life and she annoyed me so i went to sit somehwere else.

And i remember this scene where someone went to sleep so we were told to be silent and a friend was looking thru my drawings adn they were all things i never drew of characters that dont exist and it had this tangible mischevious energy like we were two kids trying to not laugh annoying each other who might get in trouble.

Then i finally sat down in a corner with a friend, could have been my childhood friend (only one i still talk to who's male) or my platonic partner (eye, if you're reading this, hi! ^_^) and we just started talking about friendship, with him mentioning i'd go talk to the rest in the main table instead of lingering here alone but i conter argued i'd eventually do it, it'd just take me a long time. After all, it did take me quite a bit to get close to him, did it not? this was fine.

I woke up so groggy i wouldnt have been able to tell you my own name if you asked me but that whole thing just felt like, such a peaceful story. So fun ! Sad i couldnt save the wolf but you cant save everyone out there tbh

#luly talks #my dreams

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beansnsoup · 2 years

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Bill Denbrough x Tozier!reader

Headcanons/short speed through of the movie

Warnings: Mentions of death and blood, implied fem reader, fluff

☆ Not my GIF

• You were like your brother, but more mature. He was a year older than you, tet you were still in the same grade. So that meant all of his friends were your friends, this meant that you pretty much grew up with Bill.

• Out of Eddie, Stanley, and Bill, he was always your favorite, he made you feel comfortable.

• In 5th grade he started to develop small feelings for you but they faded out when you all moved on to middle school.

• Beverly Marsh got more attention when everyone hit middle school, especially from the boys. Bill made it clear he liked her but he never talked to her. You chose to ignore it though.

• Ben Hanscom and Mike Hanlon also made their way into your group, you weren't complaining, you liked to remain social.

• When you all first found Ben he was all bloody because of Henry Bowers, he carved an "H" into his stomach. Eddie, Bill, and Stanly went inside to get him aids, leaving you and Richie with this kid leaking hamburger helper as Richie put it.

• When they came back with Beverly Marsh your breath hitched, it was kind hard for you to breath, jealousy was kind of overtaking you. Bill stuttered more around her.

• More and more kids started going missing, and when Beverly called you all over to her place because her bathroom had experienced a blood bath it was all crazier.

• When you were walking home from Beverly's place you all had spotted Bowers' car and the home school kids, Mike Hanlon, bike, that led to a rock war which you all won. He told all of you about the fire and how he saw it again, which made everyone else open up about their fears.

• Everyone went over to Bill's garage, which ended pretty quick after the clown nearly killed Beverly. But it led Bill to the house where everything pointed to, he left you all behind to go there.

• Your brother wouldn't stop talking, he normally did this when he was freaking out. You stayed with Eddie, Bill, and Richie, while you, Bill, and Richie were looking for Betty, who appeared in the doorway, Eddie got locked out.

• The shortly after that so did Richie, so that meant you and Bill had to find a way to help them both. Richie all of the sudden burst out of the door and when you all turned around Eddie's head was sticking out of a mattress, with black goo spilling out of his mouth and from under the mattress.

• The three of you saw three separate doors after that, "Not Scary At All", "Scary", then "Very Scary", you all of course headed towards the "Not Scary At All" door where the upper half of Betty Ripsom was waiting for you guys.

• You all shut it quickly, "Remember, this isn't real." Bill reassured, you and Richie nodded then opened the door again, to find the hallway that leaded to Eddie, the three of you ran to help him, then the clown started taunting Bill.

• The rest of you finally together again, trying to help fix Eddie's arm, the clown finally backed off. Bill went towards him but came back later, you all ran out then watched Mrs. Kaspbrack rant about what monsters you all were.

• That left the rest of you, Bill started by trying to make a plan for next time, "No! No next time Bill!" Stanley yelled out, interrupting him, that led to you all arguing. Then Richie mentioned Georgie, Bill was of course furious, then theu both started fighting, physically.

• He punched Richie to the ground, Mike and Stan holding him back when he got back up. Beverly started speaking, "...That's why we're still alive!" Richie cut in before grabbing your wrist, "Yeah? Well I plan to keep it that way." He said, the two of you walking off.

• Bev started to grow on you after then, she was the closest female friend you've had. When all the boys were fighting the two of you would hang out, she told you about the poem she got, "Bill didn't know it, he said he wasn't a good poet." You snorted, "Yeah, no, he sucks."

• You and Richie went to Stanley's Barmitzvah, deciding keeping some of your friends would be a good idea. When Stan ended up making his own speech Richie gave him a one man standing ovation. You pulled your brother down then shot Stanley a thumbs up.

• You were watching your brother play Street Fighter, bored out of your mind, Bill walks in telling you that IT got Beverly and that you'd all have to go back to the house to save her.

• And that you did, all of you met eachother at the house, Stan still shaken up from last time didn't want to go inside but Bill convinced him everything would be fine. Bill led you all to the well, he found a rope which Mike attached to a hook above the well to help them get down to where the clown was holding Bev.

• Then when it was Mike's turn Henry Bowers showed up out of nowhere and pulled the rope back up, leaving you all stuck from helping Mike. You all saw Bowers fly past you all and found Mike at the top, safe.

• When you all turned around Stanley wasn't there, he must've not heard you guys stop. When you found him, the lady he would talk about was practically chewing his head off, but you had all got there in time that it left. Stan broke down, then Bill disappeared.

• Eddie yelled and ran out for him, Richie followed Eddie, then the rest of you did the same. It led you all to where Beverly was, she was just floating, he eyes staring upward. Eddie made you all look up to the rest of the floating/missing kids.

• The boys pulled her down, Ben started freaking out, then out of no where he kissed her, like it was Snow White or something. And almost just like the Disney film she came back, "January embers." "My heart burns there too." You smirked at the poem they were quoting.

• The remainder of the club turned the corner to find Bill talking to a one armed Georgie. Then he pointed the gun Mike brang to his little brothers head, he set it off. The boy started squirming around, then the clown popped up to look at all of you.

• "Kill it!" Everyone chanted, it ran towards Bill then the rest of started fighting it. He shape shifted into all of you and your friends fears, but since you all knew it wasn't real, he was easy to defeat.

• It was over. The clown was gone. All of you were finally together and happy again.

• Beverly told you all that she had a dreams of how all you would die, that led to Bill making you all promise that'd you'd all come back to Derry if the clown came back.

• Eventually everyone had left, you told Richie that'd you meet him at home. That just left you and Bill, both of you sitting in comfortable silence. You eventually got up, "I should probably go." You tell him then start to walk up.

• "Y/N!" He yelled out, you turned around, be was already walking towards you, "Yeah?" He doesn't answer, instead he kisses you, quick and simple. You go back in, you lips movieing in sync, both of you pull away.

• The rest was just history.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

I'm obsessed with the fact of being related to Richie lmao

#it 2017 #bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #richie trashmouth #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #stanley uris #jaeden martell fluff #jaeden martell x reader #jaeden martell

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astronicht · 5 months

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Given that's the only ship that I know of that we have in common ... 17 and Isabella/Suhail?

Oh wonderful, I love them!!

17:

Which— one of the things I loved most in those books was Isabella describing her “Grey Years” bc it was so real and important. And I’d write something here about Suhail’s grey time, bc he had his own! He went home to help his family, he sacrificed his own academic pursuits, etc! When I think about how Isabella showed up and was like (paraphrased) “this is horribly awkward but here I got you something” and she BRINGS HIM the IN-UNIVERSE ROSETTA STONE I genuinely want to cry, imagine someone bringing you your wildest dream. ANYWAY. I’d really need to reread to write this but it would be a fic where technically! Nothing happens. But it’d be something like:

Suhail, a day in the life, where he’s thinking of walking into the library attached to the bathhouse (styled after the madrasa libraries attached to hammams) to read one or two manuscripts there, but there’s no overarching point— it’s not for a project, the books are poetry but not anything groundbreaking, stuff most kids memorize. So he doesn’t! And—

And he goes to eat with his family instead, and the food is very good, and he thinks about the food he missed while he was gone — because this type of loneliness or dream deferred isn’t straightforward, and there are good parts. And he goes to the bathhouse and watches the man stoke the furnaces and thinks about the poem that is the in-Universe translation of the story of the king who falls in love with the bathhouse furnace man, but his desire is so great that he literally burns up (which I think is irl from Mantiq-ut-Tayr, the title of which references David learning the speech of birds in the Qur’an, which would be a neat linguistic tie-in for my guy Suhail, but I’d need to check that). But Suhail doesn’t feel like that. I think he’s bi in this fic tho, upon consideration?

And he walks out and looks at the moon, and he knows the word for it in many languages but he doesn’t know how they connect, why they clump like fruit pulp in water or spread out or are borrowed. and for a split second you glimpse the grief of what he wanted! He was going to trace the words in those poems everyone knows anyway, the ones he didn’t read today.

Then he turns and goes home for the night, somebody’s son, and 35 days later she rides up from the cities to the South, with a gift.

#my fic #sorta #again need a not-fic tag!#ask replies #sorry this is so messy I wrote it on my phone #and will edit when I’m home 👍

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anonymousewrites · 2 years

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Will; Way; Wan Special Part Three

“Mr. Dazai, what’s this?” asked preschooler Atsushi.

Dazai, a caretaker at the preschool, grinned. “This is a rope for—.”

(Y/N), Dazai’s colleague, quickly covered his mouth. “It’s for nothing.”

“I got it!” exclaimed Atsushi. “It’s for playing choo-choo train!”

“Exactly right!” said (Y/N).

She and Dazai held onto the rope while Atsushi stood in it at the front.

“Here we go,” said Atsushi.

“Chugga, chugga,” said Dazai.

“Choo, choo!” sounded (Y/N).

They began walking forward.

“Hey! What are you doing with Mr. Dazai, weretiger?! He’s busy!” cried little Akutagawa.

“W-Want to join us, Akutagawa?” asked Atsushi nervously.

“I will!” answered Akutagawa in a slightly scary tone (for a preschooler).

He joined them on the “train.”

“Next top: Armed Detective Agency! Armed Detective Agency!” announced Atsushi.

They’re so adorable, thought (Y/N).

“Okay, everyone! Gather round,” announced Dazai. “It’s story time.” He held up No Longer Human. “I’ll read you this book today!” He cleared his throat and began to read aloud. “I’ve led a life filled with shame. I can’t quite grasp what it means to live as a human.”

“Sweetheart, this is acceptable for children,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping. “Maybe something more upbeat like There’s a Will; There’s a Way would be better.”

“I think we should read Rashoumon!” said Akutagawa.

He got tackled by little Akira. “No! I want Hell Hath No Fury!”

“Why don’t we read The Makioka Sister for once?” asked Jun’ichiro.

Chuuya shoved him out of the way. “Let’s read poems! ‘For the Tainted Sorrow’!”

“None of these are appropriate for children,” chastised (Y/N).

“Yours is the closest, and even then…” Dazai trailed off.

“What’s going on? It sounds lively in here,” said Yosano, opening the playroom door.

“Doctor Yosano! Ms. Ozaki!”

“I brought you some picture books,” said Kouyou.

The kids eagerly ran over, trampling Dazai in the process. Even Akira, who stuck her tongue out at the two women, was excited.

“You’ve got some nerve stepping over me, kids,” muttered Dazai as (Y/N) helped him up.

“Flawless punch!” cried Atsushi happily, playing with his new Odasaku Man plushie. When the other kids asked him about it, he said he brought it from home. “Don’t tell Mr. Dazai.”

Chuuya pushed Atsushi. “Is that what you’re into? You’re such a kid!”

“Knock it off, idiot!” said Akira, “You’re not better than him!”

“I don’t watch kid shows. I watch the news!” claimed Chuuya.

“Liar! My dad brought me to your house, and you were watching Odasaku Man!” said Akira.

“Nu-uh!” denied Chuuya.

“Look! It’s Odasaku Man!” Ranpo pointed.

“Really?!” asked Chuuya excitedly, eyes sparkling.

“No.”

Chuuya froze and blanked.

“What’s wrong with him?” whispered Akira.

“I feel sorry for him,” said Atsushi.

Blushing, Chuuya yelled, “If you have something to say, say it to my face!”

“Fine!” declared Akira. She pointed at the redhead. “You look weird! And you’re short!”

Lightning struck through Chuuya.

“Chuuya, here!” said Atsushi kindly, holding out the plushie and trying to cheer up the boy. “You can borrow it, if you like it so much!”

“I-I-I don’t like it,” mumbled Chuuya in denial. “I just watch it every week, I record it, and I watch it over and over. I don’t think it’s cool or anything.”

“Tsundere,” teased Akira.

“You must love it!” said Atsushi, smiling.

“I mean, I’ll play with it, if you insist,” said Chuuya.

Before he could hold the toy, Dazai appeared and picked it up. Chuuya shook in annoyance.

“Hey, it’s Odasaku Man!” observed Dazai. “I love him, too!”

“You like Odasaku Man even though you’re a grown up?” asked Atsushi.

“I love him,” said Dazai as he handed the plushie back to Atsushi.

“Weird,” said Atsushi while smiling.

“Atsushi, he’s just playing along because we’re kids,” said Kunikida, “There’s no way a grownup would like Odasaku Man.”

“Ouch!” cried Dazai.

“You lied!” said Akira accusatorily.

“You said you liked Odasaku Man!” said Chuuya.

“They won’t believe…” Dazai grabbed (Y/N)’s arm as she passed by. “Help me!”

“Just show them your non-work clothes,” said (Y/N), remembering all of the merch Dazai had.

Her boyfriend sweat-dropped. “That might cause problems.”

“It’s true that he likes Odasaku Man,” said Akutagawa, showing a picture of Dazai at an Odasaku Man play.

The kids crowded around and realized Dazai was being truthful.

“Pickup time, everyone!” said (Y/N), clapping her hands. “Your guardians and parents are here!”

Ranpo, Kunikida, Jun’ichiro, and Naomi ran up to Fukuzawa. Kenji, Higuchi, and Chuuya returned to Kouyou’s side. Kyouka and Atsushi waited for Dazai and (Y/N) to finish working. Akira and Akutagawa pouted and sat in the corner.

“I don’t want to leave Mr. Dazai,” muttered Akutagawa.

“Kouyou’s waiting for you,” said (Y/N), kneeling down.

“No!”

“The quicker you leave, the quicker you’ll be back,” said (Y/N).

“…Fine,” said Akutagawa, scampering over to Kouyou.

“Akira? It’s time to go, your dad’s here,” said (Y/N).

“Bleh!” Akira made a face.

“Come on, I heard you guys are getting your favorite food,” said (Y/N).

Akira perked up. “Alright!”

She ran over to where Mori picked her up.

A happy family. (Y/N) smiled. I’m glad they turned out this way. Things can go badly when you lose a family member…

“Is Elise at home?” asked Akira as Mori carried her to the car.

“Yes, and she’s excited to have cake with you,” said Mori.

Akira laughed happily.

#there's a will; there's a way #bsd x reader #bsd anime #dazai bsd #bsd manga #bsd #bsd wan #dazai #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs oc #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd oc #original character

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quarantinescarpet · 1 year

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My quotes list from over the years

FRESHMAN

-“‘tis I the frenchiest fry.”

-“Someone’s stabbing me in the leg with a spork.”

-“I A DEMOCRAT OOPS”

-Spill the pony tea.

-How many geese would it take to bring down a full grown man?

-Point is, I love you both and I would 10/10 ride a motorbike

-“Apparently someone in Mr. Hopkins G block got scared of turkey noises.”

-“It’s like... it’s like a stupid game of Russian roulette Tetris with giant death machines”

-“I feel like you'd have a shrine to remember Spider-man, complete with candles and every single ‘mr stark I don't feel so good’ meme printed out.”

-“don’t ask me, I don’t know anything about the sex”

-“I WILL RIP YOUR DICK OFF”

-“What’s the difference between gay silence and regular silence?”

-“what yields a focus pencil? A patience tree?”

-“I might boogie on the desk so hard that the gum keeping it together gets unchewed and yeets back into the dimension it belongs in”

-“You smell like my fencing teacher”

-“sponsor a sponsor! Become a child”

-“Woof woof bitch, im a furry.”

-“yo to the hoe”

-“does my emoji still smell?”

SOPHOMORE

-“peter doesn't have a detachable head”

-“two thirds of me is wearing glasses”

-“You look like you have autism. Are you vaccinated?”

-“When did Haydar become friends with Emily?” “In hell”

-“I know you have something to do with Filbert”

-“Ayo beans check”

-“Who cares about beating the game‽ I’m a goose.”

-“You can’t make contact lenses out of cranberries”

-“cannabalism is for beans”

-“You know the party is lit when the epileptic kid starts doing the worm”

-“Imagine getting stabbed to the beastie boys”

-“I CANT TORTILLA MY CHOCOLATE MILK”

-“Pure drip”

-“The All Mighty King Tuggle Wuggle the Original... The 5th”

-“It’s a drink.” “Coal?” “I’m sorry who the heck is drinking coal??” “It’s heroin.”

-“Is climate change good or bad?”

-“I’ve had to keep her from stealing my toes for so long”

-“Apples are delicious, babies are not.”

-“It’s like I’m exfoliating my knuckle”

-“We are literally just birds.”

-“I’m slowly transitioning to emo. Today I’m wearing navy blue, tomorrow it will be black.”

-“Omg Aimee why are you such a try hard” “Oh my god Ava why are you orange?”

-“Wait what the fuck does crashing a funeral have to do with driving?”

-“Why are blonde people driving???”

-“That house looks like stephen king” “its super thicc?”

-“If you don’t do your homework, they are legally allowed to steal your cells”

-“Why would digging up graves be a problem we have to cover during a spa day??”

-“I would commit neck rape”

-“he looked at me and I looked at him and I was like ‘genocide’”

-“like Klaus, from Klaus”

-“SANKADANKA”

-“facism is also gender neutral”

-“I mean we all knew that the birds just wanted the body to be gone!”

JUNIOR

-“you know what they say in chemistry”

-“I got it from bed bath and behind you”

-“A two line poem. I see a frog. My heart: 💕❤️💓💗💕”

-“who needs a straw when you can suck it out the hole?”

-“I wish I could get neutered”

-“eggs are so well named”

-“You’re not a fandon? We don’t standon.”

-“If you’re horny just walk it off”

-“potatoes and molasses, there is inequality between the classes!”

-“save the tiddies”

-“I think I could explain socialism” “okay do it” *doesnt do it*

-“what part of no interruptions does Trump not get?” “The english part”

-“my knees how they crackle like rice crispies”

-“the planet is dying you fucking walnut”

-“do you think I’d be able to avoid conversion therapy?” ”no you look dumb as shit have fun at camp.”

-“the US military uses 738 billion dollars per year, and we can’t dunk the moon into the pacific ocean? Where are our priorities? Disgusting.”

-“I hope he dies on my birthday”

-“the doctor’s sewing you up and you’re like ‘harder daddy’ and they just leave you to bleed out on the floor.”

-“I don’t know what your parents do for a living” “I’d have to kill you if you found out” “oh he’s a conversion therapist?”

-“Peaning, pregnancy, protection.”

-“Being railed and math are two totally different things”

-“Aren’t all white people just german strokes?“

-“the pickles are tasty tonight, don’t you think?”

-"Gay people have feelings too! I mean those feelings aren't valid, but they have them!"

-“Grapefruit is the Wild Kratts of roblox”

-“My lungs are rejecting christianity”

-“Lettuce cereal”

-“get zooted”

-“why are they doin that to my boi Eric Snowblower???” “... do you mean Elric Stormbringer??” “Yes OMG hi futon”

-“Milk towel (sent with gentle effect)“

-“nose haemorrhoids”

-“my favourite colour is bitches”

-“THE LESBIAN FISH WHATS HER NAME”

-“You’ll have time to pull moose daddy”

-“The more you beat it the bigger it gets”

-“Were you wa today??”

-“oh uh slaves are now horses”

-“tarnsgender is a lifestyle”

-“not me misgendering my dishwasher”

-“Kiss! Kiss Kiss!”

-“its a regular human but you can open it up and take a shit inside of it” “like a kangaroo”

-“kiss kill marry, good piss boy, eric snowblower, michael”

-“if you don’t wanna strike the set, strike yourself.”

-“did you listen to waterparks in middle school or have you had sex?”

-“he said his pullout game is strong and he’s only used a condom six times” “tell him he needs the practice”

-“its a didney movie”

-“I already have a dick so I’m good with the foot sucking, thanks!”

-“I don’t misgender you cause you changed your pronouns I just misgender you cause you have pronouns”

-“made a joke and nobody laughed”

-“You’re a socialist gray shut up”

-“dont straddle my dog shes a child!”

-“chloe, kim, kendall, kourtney,,, the genders”

-“which constellation looks most like a dick”

-“I’m being intimate with my pudding. Only my pudding loves me.” “Yeah but it feels a little violated”

-“vending machine, easy bake oven, and ramen are the four food groups?”

-“mom I found your tinder”

-“doesnt this baby look like it would grow up to be hitler?”

-“anti smack”

-“I said no farting”

-“I’m at the point in this trip where I want to make out a little with every dog I see.”

-“I’m worried about your mom right now” “I’m worried about the dogs”

-“I’m going to start streaming” “awesome I’ll watch you! I’ll download Tinder”

-“jesus is coming are you clenching?” “Did you mean swallowing???”

-“Today when I said I had an image to show you and you came to look at my phone I wasn’t on Instagram yet and I was worried you were going to see that my last google search was what is a craisin”

-“My username is deep_seated_fear_of_geese”

-“Savour the flavour, uncle”

-“potential energy this, kinetic energy that, when will anyone start paying attention to the most important energy. dumb bitch energy”

-“Happy easter i guess i don’t know why the heck jesus likes eggs so much” “Jesus has an egg obsession” “And he has a bunny fursona””

-“Cause I’m kinky for color coding”

-“I’m going to name my child Brad. With a silent gh. Braghd”

-“Headcanon that Prince Philip died because he saw unsolicited feet pics“

-“I kin prince philip”

-“theres three genders: kailer, gay tyler, and regular tyler”

-“I swear to god they spent half of their budget making those titans asses so scrumptious”

-“Everything is terrible, can’t magnum dong, repressing my emotions”

-“Master has given dobby plan b. Dobby no longer needs the hanger”

-“I want someone to be just as obsessed with me as my social worker is”

-“You wanted to end the conversation so you decided to be homophobic.”

-“It is commonly thought that there are two types of people in this world, communists and pessimists.”

-“Glass half full glass half empty everyone shares the glass”

-“I thought it was about to be something sexual about slushees and I was like: 😃?“

-“Piss on, I know how to have sex.”

-“Sarah we’re making milf jokes wake up”

-“Its like im having a panic attack but I cant stop making kink jokes”

-“good old fashioned jesus?” “I said gay sex”

-“the straggot and the slurs”

-“grandpa has had way too much time without his meds”

-“You’re gonna find ur special someone bro ❤️ or someone to raw you idk what you’re into”

-“Do you wanna represent conversion therapy?”

-“Don’t punch me! I’ll get a boner”

-“I’m known to frequent elementary schools at night”

-“ever since I found out there were ants in baked beans” “WHY ARE THEY THERE? JUST BAKE THE BEANS!”

-"aaron burr shot hamilton which is kinda kinky and im not into that" "i guess he forgot to give him his safe word then huh"

-“we can’t make these jokes tomorrow people will think we’re fucking crazy” “nah man people will just think we’re FUCKING”

-“this 14 year old just looked me straight in the eyes and said drill me daddy-o”

-“they piss on you when they’re comfortable with you. Thats how it works”

-“are penguins fish or mammals?”

-“car washes are traumatising”

-“it’s okay gray has a 22 year old sugar daddy”

-“I get vored easily and yeehaw”

-“You get really stinky when jade honks for bill”

-“Jade needs a shit sleeve when she honks for bill can we go dunky now”

-“not the llama,,, the liQuid”

-“I’m allergic to jesus”

-“if you cant see stuff in your head how come you can vacuum?”

-“dont be a whore drink instead”

-“pain is temporary, existence is temporary, we’re all temporary”

-“I did not know veggie tales was religious”

-“you’re a sussy baka yes sorry now can we watch the video”

-“I assumed everyone in tech is gray”

-“skyrim wasn’t bad I just wanted fussy”

-“im not gonna get a shrodinger kink”

-“those crocs are bitchin”

-“you seem so put together” “it’s just the shoes”

-“capitalism is my sugar daddy”

-“when aang is riding someone do you think he says yip yip

-“Capitalism breeds innovation? How bout you breed this bussy”

Senior

-“Ollie: Can Jewish people eat the Lorax?

Jillian: Yeah. He is canonically a Nazi you know

Ollie: …Are you implying that nazis are kosher?

Jillian: Yeah how do you think we won the war dumbass”

-“I wanna get manhandled”

-“chryssy is SO thicc. Thats why benson loves her.”

-“are we still meeting autism?”

-“so what im hearing is you stole my prostate??”

-"Benson doesnt have a liver? What about her alcoholism problems!”

-“do [squirrels] have beaks or are they flat?”

-“ I feel like I’d fall into a pond.”

-“I didn’t come”

-“Cis piss”

-“YOU GRABBED HIS JICK?”

-“Everytime I come out as ace people send me all their ace stuff” “omg thats what I do for my italian friends”

-“I wanna be someones thyroid problem”

-“Yeah you could go to bobby about your skin cancer”

-“I feel really pregnant right now”

-“stomachs love diluted slim jims”

-“benson is a milf”

-“aj just gave birth to me” “how?” “teamwork”

-“the universe is nothing but a collection of corpses”

-“tight shaggy”

-“the moonwalking bear will come back to haunt you”

-“You forgot your jizz in the shop”

-“Please be a monster fucker”

-“Wipe the milk moustache off your face because I can’t talk to you”

-“the moonwalking bear will come back to haunt you”

-“You forgot your jizz in the shop”

-“Please be a monster fucker”

-“Wipe the milk mustache off your face because I can’t talk to you”

-“Mr. Hands is my safe-word”

Freshman pt 2

-“nah this isn’t true love this is smash or pass man”

-“the more swords the more smash”

-“virgin??? Like VIRGINIA??”

-“He’s really going ham on him”

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vizthedatum · 1 year

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I am actually fine - and I am not lying to you. I am unmasked, and I have always been an emotional person.

CW: all and disorganized emotional processing that makes cohesive sense in my mind (inner monologuing remark: since people freaked out when I was a kid and just wanted to institutionalize me or tell on me or not believe me, I am not going to hide the reality of my human experience any longer. What are you going to do now? Which authority are you going to tattle me to? Some deity? Are you going to silence me when I say something that makes you uncomfortable? Give me some advice that I'm not asking for? Gossip about me instead of confronting the epidemic of domestic violence... and the violence of this existence? Discriminate me from employment (joke's on you - I have so many skillsets that I do not actually need to use my PhD to survive - I am fucking untouchable and all of you know it)? (To be clear - I want actual support in the form of holding what I have to say or for you to walk away acknowledging that you're too fucking weak to handle what I have to say (which is valid btw lol). I am very majorly in treatment for a million things - and I'm not going to magically be 100% better just like that. I will never be but no matter what happens, the best thing you can do is to *trust me*) I dare you to try to tear me down when I'm like this - because I'm the most powerful I have ever been. Help yourself instead. All of you are adults, if you don't want to read what I have to say, then get off the fucking internet or simply ignore it like you ignore all the fucking atrocities of this world. I'm angry, and I don't care if I'm being reasonable anymore. I don't care. I've been discarded so much, that I do not care who leaves me anymore. I played nice. I've been understanding. I've educated people on things they could easily look up. I justified myself when I didn't have to. I have entertained notions of racism, discrimination, bigotry, transphobia, homophobia, etc., etc. I have hidden my emotional responses because people thought I was too much.)

Healing isn't linear (and you have no idea how much I just want to not do it - I just want to dissociate and seem "ok"), and I've cried on and off all morning. I got a lot of closure visiting my family. I miss the love that I thought was love but didn't really fill me anyway.

I wrote a kind of poem that this morning: https://at.tumblr.com/vizth.../i-am-susceptible/xu7bu50ijxxn

River just sent me this song, and now I am also playing it on the repeat (thanks babe):

Has a dread I could've never dreamed of

And it haunts me just to think of what I've done

In the light of everything we've become

I'm finally learning to love myself better than I have before

And I know that means I'm breaking your heart

Insecure and unnecessary disclaimer that doesn't need to be said and will likely not change anyone's mind but I'm going to say it anymore because I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE - I get to be as insecure as I want and I get to be as confident as I want: I don't need you to tell me you understand because I'm going through a hard time or whatever - I know all that already. Don't "aww yeah you're going through it, of course, you're feeling this way" or avoid doing/saying things with/to me or "therapy!" or whatever - it makes me feel even more awful. It's not validation for me to regurgitate what you think you see - because it makes me feel fucking broken in a judgmental way, and it makes me think you're a hypocrite (because you're broken too - this life breaks all of us, just some more than others). I know I'm broken - I have been broken since I was a toddler... and I made it this far. Through rampant abuse, constant SI, several chronic health conditions, more abuse, severe imposter syndrome or something to the point where I really think I don't know what I'm doing and then I forget how to do linear regression wtf.

Do you know what that took to get out (even though I had massive help?)?

Let me tell you what happened - I had several sets of concurrent memories through the timeline of my relationship, and while I knew which one was real... I had to gaslight myself to protect myself in addition to the gaslighting that was already happening to me. Then there was all the external gaslighting because people didn't know and I wasn't ready to really tell them. I fought so hard to maintain some facade of contentment in my relationship, because if I actually verbalized it... I would literally lose my mind and would not be able to do anything. You cannot just leave domestic violence. You have to be ready and many of us are not. And if we leave when we're not ready, it can be SO EASY to go back or get yourself into another situation... especially if you don't have any support. There are very poor infrastructures in place for "survivors" all over the world. What does it even mean to survive anyway...

I was incredibly lucky that I got out when I did. I was so lucky to have some money and a high credit score. I was lucky to have my health. I was lucky to have somehow completed my education. I was lucky to have been on the meds I was on. I was lucky that I had friends who didn't abandon me and basically carried me (and continue carrying me).

Because they would have taken all of it if they could. They ramped up the psychological torture when I came back from MN last November. They were going to take my medication. They were going to have me isolated indefinitely. They were screaming at me for one hour and the next hour, they were sweet. Over and over again. The psychosexual torture fucked me up. They made me question my reality constantly. They complimented me while putting me down - so fucking masterful. They made my living environment nearly inhabitable. It still wasn't as bad as what my mom did or even the overt rape/assault that my previous partners did. It's hard to compare all of it. I was scared out of my mind. I was taking as much weed and klonopin or anything else as I could so I couldn't feel anything... while plotting my escape.

If I didn't cut off my relationship with my parents last April and accepted that their form of "love" wasn't love - then I wouldn't have been able to:

- lower my blood pressure

- lose all my stress weight

- reduce my flares and chronic inflammation of my bladder (I mean I still have all those but it's less)

- finally come out as poly and breathe again

- really start embracing my gender nonconformity and transness

- really get excited about having a baby

- and start getting ready to fucking leave Jon

Only those who have gone through it (or are going through it or have gone through it for years) know exactly how much strength it took (and is taking) to break this fucking cycle, knowing full well that you can fall right back into it if you're not careful.

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failedintsave · 2 years

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Love headcanons for eddie? 😳If ur feelin up to it

[Love HCs]

Yes! My other guitarist son!

Eddie Munson

When they discover they’re got a crush:

He's quiet about it to start, but will catch himself watching his crush with a soft gaze and have to wipe the dopey grin off his face multiple times a day.

How they confess/hint:

Invites them to watch his band play or to play a guest character at Hellfire (which he'd hope to entice into becoming a permanent party member). Offers to accompany them places and even drive. Lots of attention and including them in plans. He'll also probably assume his intentions are a lot clearer than he's made them.

Big gestures of love:

Eddie is a performer, and he will recite poems, lyrics, excerpts from fantasy books that he feels are applicable to flatter his partner. Publicly. Like on a table in the lunch room or on stage at a dive bar where his band is booked. But only if it won't embarrass them to the point that they're upset. Another big step for him is meeting the parents. Eddie knows what his unearned reputation is like around town, but he'll do it if it's important to the person he loves.

Little gestures of love:

He paints minis, not just for someone he's romantically involved with, he makes them for his closest friends as well. Eddie bakes too, nothing gourmet, but he'll make a pan of brownies.

How to win their heart:

Get to know him. Stick up for him.

How to break their heart:

Be a bully. Not even to him specifically. He doesn't like seeing others treated badly for nothing.

Tiny little turn-ons:

Book nerds, music collectors, quick wit. He's a creative person and when someone can appreciate his artistic interests it gets his pulse racing. A healthy debate also gets him fired up.

Big turn-ons:

Kindness, towards himself or others. Also helps if they're tall.

Things that make their heart flutter:

Someone who gets really into car karaoke and storytelling. Late night phone calls. Song dedications on the radio.

Their type:

Jocks with a heart of gold and good hair named Steve Harrington

Ideal date:

Going out, he likes for both parties to choose an activity and then play fight over whose plan was better. Some of his favorites are catching a local band or playing pool at his usual haunts, going to the movies (and being hushed or likely kicked out for making his date laugh at his sarcastic commentary) and just walking and talking, downtown or in the woods and parks around Hawkins. Quiet nights he'd call out for pizza, smoke some weed, and just hang out watching TV or playing music, he might even float the idea of getting his date to help him plan a DND encounter and stay up way too late coming up with all sorts of surprises.

Past relationships:

I don't really have any hcs for this one, he probably dated a little but nothing over a handful of weeks at time.

‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc):

He absolutely wants to find his person and settle down, get a house in a nice neighborhood with a big yard and a dog and grow old and curmudgeonly together.

Any other love headcanons:

This one isn't romantic love, but Eddie wants to build a happy home with someone, and if they have the means he'd also like to foster. His uncle took him in when he needed someone to care, and he would love nothing more than to provide that for kids like himself.

#hc asks #thanks! 💜#im not putting it in the st or eddie tags cuz im scared of that size of a fandom lmao im not as entrenched there

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nonoakimbo · 2 years

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Fresh Air

I'm trying to write something every day. I don't want to overthink the content, you know? Fiction, non-fiction, a narrative or a poem, just as long as it's something.

Even this post is walking the line between a journal entry and a writing piece. Written piece? A chunk of write? I don't even know what to call it. I'm pretty new to this.

And by new, I mean I've enjoyed writing for most of my life. I was just too nervous to pursue it further. I was the kid who'd get excited when one of the assignment options in class was writing a paper, because I got the chance to seek validation from my teacher. I'd usually get little notes back from them that said "Wow! So good!" or "You're a great writer!" which made me feel like I actually had a talent for once, and I would cling to that remark like I needed it to breathe.

So then why not pursue it? Well I'll tell you why. It's because I was terrified to decline. What if, when I try to actually make something out of this half-talent I have, it turns out awful and people don't like me anymore? What if they point out the fact that I use too many commas? Oh god, I'll look like an idiot and they'll think I'm inept.

I recently took a screenwriting class, since I'm in school for film production. Amazing, I thought, a class that combines my two biggest creative interests. What I didn't realize was that the professor would be the exact wake-up call I needed.

This guy pulled no punches. I came up with a story for my script and he immediately told me what didn't work about it. And you know what? It felt good. I didn't freak out or shut down. I took it in. I realized that he was right about everything he was saying. It shook me a little, but my body wasn't shaking from anxiety or sadness. I was shaking because I was excited to make this story I cared about even better.

He had a one-on-one with me a few weeks in and said this to me:

"I bet you were the kid who was always a pretty good writer and no one ever told you what you could fix, just what you did well. There's a place for that, but I want you to fix what doesn't work because then you'll go from being a pretty good writer to being a great writer. I can see it."

I thought I needed those "Good job!" notes to breathe. Hearing him say that made me realize that I was actually suffocating all this time.

#writing #my writing #creative writing #writingblr #journal #poetry #does this count as poetry?#improvised

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1010ninetynine · 2 months

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7 pages into women by charles bukowski. he's like a fanfiction smut writer but bad at it. self indulgent but no emotional charge to the sex, hell, i don't even know why the woman mc's fucking is so sexy. at least try to make me interested in her BODY (you have failed to make the main character interesting bukowski so it's ok. you can just give up on that.)

Spoilers under cut, if you're going to read it, there's rape fyi.

like lydia's poems are bad. all she is is hot. and you're not even giving me much about how exactly she's hot bukowski. im so?? like what is the point. You're a lonely old man who's not gotten laid? is this some fantasy? what am i reading? why am I reading it? why is this the entire book so far? and then he has the audacity to reference how women think he can't write women...women are right. what the fuck is this book?

ok take a look at this section,

"I got up and mixed her one. Lydia lit a long cigarette and sipped at her drink. "You sure look good in that hat," I said. "That purple feather is something." "It's my father's hat." "Won't he miss it?" "He's dead." I pulled Lydia over to the couch and gave her a long kiss."

(women by charles bukowski)

omg wow her father's dead? swoon? im not even understanding why he wants the sex right then? Is he bored of her life story? im so confused.

the most revealing line i think is this "I masturbated regularly, but the idea of having a relationship with a woman-- even on non-sexual terms--was beyond my imagination."

like...the idea of a relationship with a woman being non-sexual needs CLARIFICATION in his eyes. meanwhile the men and women I know are like "ah yes me and my friends who i think are such interesting people." and there's no guarantee of sexual connotation there. Granted, i'm a lonely little virgin too who used to be unsocial, but I don't think I've ever thought of men in this light? Is it that I'm bisexual? i dunno. it's so strange to me.

also uh i'll leave you with this amazing line (tw:rape):

""I think you deserve some love," she said. "I had a dream about you. I opened your chest like a cabinet, it had doors, and when I opened the doors I saw all kinds of soft things inside you--teddy bears, tiny fuzzy animals, all these soft, cuddly things. Then I had a dream about this other man. He walked up to me and handed me some pieces of paper. He was a writer. I took the pieces of paper and looked at them. And the pieces of paper had cancer. His writing had cancer. I go by my dreams. You deserve some love." We kissed again. "Listen," she said, "after you stick that thing inside me, pull it out just before you come. O.K.?" "I understand." I climbed on top of her. It was good. It was something happening, something real, and with a girl 20 years younger than I was and really, after all, beautiful. I did about 10 strokes--and came inside of her."

i don't like catering to this sort of crowd but if you're not going to read all of that - the woman's like omg baby boy you're so lonely 🥺 you need some love. By the way don't get me pregnant pls - and then he's just like, "oh did you want to not have another kid? Sorry but I feel really good right now so I'm just going to risk getting you another pregnancy because you are just a cum dump to me."

like not to go fanfic author on main but - you know the fanfic version of this? It's some guy who's like...wanting to use some other guy but it's like because he's obsessed with that guy specifically. Like, he wants to fuck him, but it's special cause it's him. It's not like...complete disregard it's like "you're going to look so good like this" not JUST "oh it feels better to come inside." like im so serious - fanfiction has this thing where it's like...patriarchal dynamics during sex but never in a way where the "woman" or should i say "bottom" doesn't enjoy every second. i'm sorry if i've disturbed you. i disturb myself. not all fanfiction. sometimes it's not quite so disturbing as rape. it's just...difficult to find. i don't like masturbating to it for that reason.

i feel so disillusioned. i feel like if this is getting published these are the thoughts of so many men. suddenly the pornification of everything makes sense now. it's always been like this huh.

#local woman reads charles bukowski. swears to never touch his work again #anyways uh im going to try dickens next because wow. this is a discovery #vaguely feminist thoughtpiece ig? honestly i would stop reading but #i keep getting surprised at how little the mc cares about women. so i want to like #understand the thought process #maybe i wont but uh. update maybe.#probably not. i just needed to get this out

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