saw a take so fucking rancid on twitter i almost deleted the entire app from my phone jesus fucking christ
first of all ao3 is an archive site. this is like going to the library and saying "oh i dont like this" on every piece of media you find that you dislike and thinking they should be stamped with some sort of a marker just cause you didnt like it
you can always click back and leave. fic writers owe you nothing to explain themselves and their creations. if they have mistagged or miscategorized fics, then i understand, however there are report tools for that instead of yelling at the artist tbh
im not saying free works arent necessarily above criticism. but this is just. fucking wild. its common courtesy to just enjoy stuff (or fucking leave if you dont, the back button is free) and if the artist specifically asks for critiques, then give one - constructive that is, shitting all over someones work is not proper criticism, mind you
i just find it fucking wild people are treating art and archive sites as social media these days like this and everything needs to be policed and ~catered to the algorithm~ like. no. ao3 doesnt have an algorithm. you should be able to fucking tell what you like and what you dont like and steer away from that kind of content and let people fucking be with their art. they dont owe you anything (except trigger warnings i'd argue, but i know some people disagree with that as well for some reason), and imagine how much more energy you'd have if you only engaged with things you liked and spent time looking at instead of going to places where you dont enjoy yourself. let alone spending time telling other people you dont enjoy what they enjoy. what a fucking life
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Gonna take a wild guess that the “something more permanent” is that giant bite that was in one of your earlier posts
That is one part of it, but he wants something on him too >:3c
König's tongue slides over your teeth as he presses you down against the bed. You feel nice and small under him, still half sitting in his lap as his big hand gropes your chest. He always tips your head, holds your jaw, like he's scared you might try to pull away from his kiss. You haven't yet. You don't think you ever will. Not when his mouth makes your head spin.
He pulls back, one thumb rubbing your cheek, the other your sternum. You open your mouth for him when he presses two fingers against it. You always like this part, slicking up his fingers with your tongue like you aren't soaked for him. He likes your mouth, and the feeling is very much mutual. You're skin is pleasantly warm and you rock your hips against his as he slides his fingers against your tongue.
“Bite,” He tells you. You close your lips around them, letting your teeth press against the delicate skin and bone. König’s eyes are watchful, you slip your tongue along the length of each finger, tasting the salt of his skin. He pulls hard at something in your chest, not a tether, you’re not used to the way his hand slides between your ribs or the feeling it conjures. “Bite.” He commands, and affection-aggression --something dark and primal-- floods your veins as you bite hard on his fingers. König lets out a shuddering breath, eyes so hot and heavy on you, like he could eat you alive. Blood fills your mouth as you break skin and scrape bone, you gag as he releases the hold on your chest.
You open your mouth quick as can be to let his fingers go, and turn to spit out the blood. König’s hand clamps over your lips, his thumb pressing against your nose. You can’t breathe, can’t open your mouth, can’t push him off. He makes you swallow it like a dog that won’t take a pill. Then he holds you a moment longer until you’re starting to really burn for a breath.
He lets you go, smearing blood across your cheek as you finally roll to cough against the bed, sucking in air like you’re drowning. You gag again, your stomach rolling in disgust at the unwelcome intrusion. König settles back on his knees to watch you, licking the blood from his fingers as you shake. His purr reaches for you as you run your tongue along your teeth and spit the taste onto the comforter. It doesn’t pacify you like it usually does, only tells you how pleased König is to have his own permanent addition from you.
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okay so you know when takeda manages to get ukai to come watch karasuno play for the first time and kagehina show off their freak quick and ukai is like "sensei how long have those two been paired together" and takeda is like "oh kageyama and hinata? they just met this year i've heard it was rocky at first but they're getting along well now" and ukai is like "what a shame". do you think he goes home and looks into them and finds out that kageyama's the lonely king and that his teammates abandoned him. do you think he looks and looks for hinata but can't find him until finally he stumbles across a no-name school that barely had a volleyball team and their only match lasted 31 minutes. do you think he wonders about how lonely they were. a coach can't replace teammates but do you think he decides to try and make sure that no one on his team feels lonely again.
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do yall ever think about how if MAIRA hadn’t recognized joel as tommy’s brother and vouched for them to come in, they might’ve not even made in into jackson????? certainly not that quick, and maybe not together???? do y’all really think jackson just lets heavily armed grown men walk around town with a twelve year old who obviously has a glock in her jacket pocket???? and ur mad they were disarmed for two days????? what did y’all expect her and the rest of jackson to do??????
then yall claim she’s the sole reason tommy and joel are kept apart as if the FIRST THING she does as a character isnt bring them back together. make it make sense
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