#and it really feels like something that is inhibiting me from doing things in life which is like. upsetting y'know!

[nohoperadio]

Here's a little breakdown of my personal relationship/non-relationship with various types of aesthetic self-modification (?, I feel like there might be a word or at least a more elegant phrase to denote this category). The point is not to offer my "take" on each thing but to express the different feelings/desires/inhibitions my psyche manifests around them. Some of these will approach awkwardly personal territory, fair warning! You may notice that basically none of them are especially positive; I'm going to leave off from analyzing that pattern for this post.

Tattoos -- I think tattoos as a concept are extremely cool, frequently they're cool in practice also and I like seeing other people's, but I don't think I've ever had even the smallest urge to get one for myself. I'm not totally sure why. The lack of an obvious thing to get is one factor, I feel like "band tattoo" would be the most likely thing for me to have but I don't like the idea of directly lifting a band logo or album art and I really don't like the idea of a lyric tattoo (I offer no justification for these prejudices), so I'd have to get clever with it if I'm doing that and I'm not very clever. More broadly, I predict that my enthusiasm for any artwork I put on my body would fade through overexposure in a matter of weeks if not days--other people describe "barely knowing it's there" after a short time--which on top of making the value of the project seem dubious, I feel like having a permanent image on my skin that I don't actively love would be something I'd feel bad about rather than neutral. Like "man, that thing's on my arm and I don't care about it at all, that sucks" rather than just not noticing it. Maybe I'm wrong about that.

(Tattoos are the one that got me thinking about this whole subject I think, it feels like they're reaching a ubiquity in the culture where it's almost like you're expected to have a reason not to have one rather than a reason to? Maybe that's just a people-I-know thing, anyway it got me thinking about why I don't want one.)

Piercings -- An interesting thing about me and piercings is that it's virtually impossible for me to notice when somebody has them unless I'm like, actively consciously scrutinizing their face (or whatever it is). When I was about ten months into my current job I asked my co-worker who I worked closely with almost every day "hey when did you get that septum ring" and she was like "well way before I met you". That is simply how it is with me and piercings and I make no apology.

If my inability to perceive piercings (perceirvings...) makes me indifferent to the idea of getting one, what makes me actively hostile is the total certainty that I would fiddle with it constantly if I did. I know these hands and their ways and there would simply be no dissuading them, it would be so bad you guys, oh my god. This is probably the hardest no on the list I think, although I haven't finished the post yet so idk maybe I'll think of a worse one.

Makeup -- There's undeniably a lot that's very beautiful in the universe of makeup and there's also the weird dark side, I have dabbled a little in this area and in my heart I feel more positively than not about it, but it's just never going to be a sustainable part of my life because (not unrelated to previous para) I am a perennial and unrepentant face-toucher. I will be itching and rubbing my face-skin and also inflicting other hard-to-characterize punishments upon it (is this "stimming"?) until the day I die and anything that wants to be on my face has just gotta deal. It would probably be better if this was not the case but I don't make the rules, sorry.

Haircuts -- When I was a child I haaaaaated getting my hair cut, like the physical sensation of it? Was so horrible and would usually make me cry and always ruin my day (is this "sensory overload"?), I didn't understand why I was being made to go through this ordeal and basically as soon as I reached an age when I realized my mom couldn't literally force me to do it if I just stubbornly refused hard enough--that age was 13 I think--I stopped. I haven't had a professional haircut since that time although I'm sure I could cope with the sensory aspect at this point, it's just not a habit I ever picked up again (I've had a couple of non-professional ones from my ex who just kind of wanted to try it, in a not particularly ambitious or dramatic fashion). Sometimes I feel like I should, but idk. My hair as it stands is not optimized for making me look hot but I don't think it looks especially horrible either, it's just kind of whatever I think.

Complicating factor here: I've had trichotillomania since I was 15/16, and it's hard to imagine it going away at this point but it's a lot more under control than it used to be, to the point where you can't really tell just from my appearance that something's up now. I say "under control", I have very little conscious control over it and usually no conscious awareness that I'm doing it, but over the years the compulsion seems to have unconsciously settled into a routine where it's just kind of... sculpting my hair into a more-or-less normal silhouette? Like I sort of have a fringe and stuff despite no haircuts. Oh I guess this doesn't make sense unless I clarify that I mostly break rather than pluck the hair nowadays, that's a big part of the gradual unconscious shift that's occurred.

A fun thing about trichotillomania is that it often makes people really uncomfortable when you talk about having it, which sucks for me because it makes me feel lonely, but I guess it sucks for the person feeling uncomfortable too in a smaller way. If you're one of the people who feel uncomfortable around this topic, sorry! Quite genuinely.

Gender transition in general -- I feel like I'm just, just on the boring side of cis-by-default. I think about transitioning shockingly often for someone who's never gonna do it, like it's not searing a hole in my heart or anything like it is for a lot of people but it occupies that "it would be cool to learn an instrument" kind of niche in my thoughts, if that makes sense? (Probably a bit stronger than that analogy makes it sound, it's on my mind frequently but not with a massive sense of urgency attached I guess is what I'm getting at.) I can see myself taking the plunge if the medical technology was like 10% better, or the social technology was like 20% better, or with some medium-sized changes in how my personality was configured, but this life being this life there's no way in heck the juice would be worth the squeeze. If I had one fifth of the executive function required to do all of that lying to doctors and learning how to clothes shop and having awkward conversations with people in my life and all the rest of it, well I can list like ten things I'd rather spend it on first. And I don't!

Glasses -- Love wearing glasses, 10/10 no notes. I knew since I was like 11 that my face should have a pair of glasses on it and I was very smug when the optician agreed (I did not cheat on the eye test in any way for what it's worth). The only times I'm not wearing glasses are sleeping and showering. I don't even carry a case because there's no point because I simply don't ever take them off. This is probably overkill, I think as a kid I was instructed to only put them on when I need to see something in the distance, ignoring that and just wearing them permanently has probably led to my vision weakening to the point where they're now pretty much mandatory in every situation, but I don't give a shit about that because just let me wear my goddamned glasses okay, fuck off. It's actually crazy how much I like wearing glasses, this is the only true thumbs up on the list.

I remembering trying to explain how I like my glasses to a then-close friend of mine many years ago when the subject of laser eye surgery came up in conversation, he said I should get the surgery and then just wear glasses with non-prescription lenses. When I tried to explain why that wouldn't be the same at all he was adamant that I was just being stubborn. That guy was a wonderful person in many ways and I loved him very deeply, but man what a dumbass thing to say.

Facial hair -- There are so many great beards and moustaches in this world, there are few more cheering sights than someone bearing some swish whiskers who's pleased about it, but personally I don't wish to be involved in that business at all.

I never learned how to ride a bike -- Obviously this one doesn't belong on the list, it doesn't fit with any of the other categories, and yet I feel compelled to include it here. And why should I resist that which compels me? This is my post. Yeah, I'm the oldest of four siblings, we were all given bikes at the appropriate kid-on-bike age, the others picked it up but not me. I liked it when I had stabilizers on my bike, then they took them off and I started falling off the bike, and after a very short amount of time I gave up. Like I didn't get mad injuries or anything, it just felt like I wasn't improving at it quickly enough and I didn't feel like keeping it up so I didn't. Early indication of my bad personality.

Fashion in general -- Clothes shopping has always been extremely aversive to me for whatever reason, it's gotten a little better in recent years, I have been able to exist inside clothes shops for long enough to purchase a small thing or two, but eh. Most of my tops are band t-shirts I bought at gigs, most of my bottoms are exactly identical pairs of jeans, there's just not much going on you know? But unlike with most of the items on this list I would really like to be doing this properly. I would like to wear cuter things with prettier colours and designs. This one's an actual goal. But so far I haven't really made progress. The aforementioned shopping sucks thing, plus a fear of being so aesthetically clueless that I just make myself look like a big idiot if I try anything risky, plus the fact that doing things that are not my established routine is tricky in general--these are barriers for me. I guess another barrier is that the things that would be most interesting to try out and therefore most potentially motivating fall into the wrong-gender-clothes category and therefore bring into play some of the barriers from that other category a few ones up. I did actually somehow get myself to dabble in that area some years ago to a modest but positive degree of satisfaction. It'll probably happen again. The patterns and causes that determine whether I can or cannot find motivation to engage in a thing--they are mysterious indeed.

Like horn implants or whatever other crazy miscellany -- I don't want anything in this category and don't have any non-trivial thoughts about it either. Including this section for completeness only.

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Well, there you have it, that's the post. Now you know a bit more about some of my little weirdsies. If you actually made it through the whole thing, a) how interesting and b) why not tell me a little weirdsy of yours in return, whether it pertains to the above list or not? Why not get all antiphonal on my post, that way I'd get to know a thing about you as well, it might be a whole fun kind of deal. You don't have to though, I didn't make this post to try to snare people into letting themselves be known, I just kind of made it to be a post mostly. I make all sorts of kinds of posts you know? And so I thought I'd try one that's like this.

#selfposting #uninteresting #more uninteresting than average #and a bit too long #and yet putting it in a readmore didn't feel right for some reason; sorry all! #have you ever tried listicle oversharing? it's weirdly freeing

[polaraffect]

current state of politics really got me swerving wildly between "yes I want to present as a man" and "oh god is this even worth it maybe I'm not even really trans" and it's bringing me to my limit

#damien.txt #sorry its like 5 am and i havent slept and wanna vent so. here inam #i really do be having a wild time bc ill have like. weeks at a time where ill be like. wait a second. what if im not trans actually #okay well. never in a 'im 100% not trans' way but in a 'maybe i shouldnt transition' way #and then ill have a day where i wake up and go. oh. i think that feeling is just coming from fear about. the current state of trans issues #because oh my FUCKING GOD am i scared like 24/7 bc of that shit #and so like. then im like. maybe i really am like. actually transmasc. fr. bc i like. literally have been feeling it my whole life. #and then i wake up a couple weeks later back at the beginning like hmm....... but..... what if.... #and im so tired of not knowing!! it's fucking exhausting questioning what the fuck is happening w me every 2 seconds #and im being dramatic abt it but idk. i think its a symptom of neurodivergence or something bc im like. so so scared abt being trans atm #at a level that is. certainly unhealthy. #and it really feels like something that is inhibiting me from doing things in life which is like. upsetting y'know! #but at the same time. the concept of going thru life as my birth gender is... bad. sort of inconceivable at this point. #and this is particularly hard bc like. really going back and forth on making decisions abt taking T. bc when i get in these spirals #abt maybe not being trans. i get the urge to not take it. but like. i cant fluctuate w a medicine like that that much! #but at the same time when i go back to being like oh yeah transmasc... my brain is like cool. take T again. so. fuck me i guess. #idk man. im just like. i just want to live my life without being perceived by others actually #my true gender is no one's business <3 thanks #i am. tired.

[prettiestlovergirl]

EAT YOUR YOUNG (part one)

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; ravenclaw!reader; hidden identites; teasing; masks; french! mattheo riddle. no active smut just yet.

concept: hogwarts is having a masquerade ball and the student body has taken it amongst themselves to ensure everybody's identity remains a secret. tonight will be about shedding your inhibitions and exposing who you really are. song: eat your young by hozier.

a/n: this came to me in a dream after i finished another cinderella story (the one with selena gomez) and then i had to write it djfgnsf. this is PART ONE!! had to cut it into two bc it was getting long, promise part two will be extra smutty. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

tonight, you were determined to try something new.

in your regular day-to-day life, you had a fairly generic life. you got good grades, you were a good student, you hung out with your small group of friends, you just... didn't do anything outside of the norm.

you didn't really flirt with cute guys or go to parties and get drunk. really, you didn't do much of anything that would bring a lot of attention to yourself.

so tonight, when your best friend insisted on you going to the masquerade ball with her... you decided you were going to be someone brand new.

for one night, and one night only, you were going to be open and free. no names, no rules, no boundaries. as long as you wore this pretty white mask, you were going to have fun.

you'd left your best friend to pick out your masks and dresses, knowing that if you chose you would pick the safe options, and that's not what you wanted. if you were really doing this, you needed to be out of your comfort zone.

your mask was absolutely gorgeous. it was white and covered in gold tipped feathers, reminiscent of a dove. and your dress? god, it was fucking stunning.

the material of the dress was gold satin that flowed down your body perfectly, the back of it an open crisscross that exposed more skin than you were used to.

you made a mental note to thank your friend for this tomorrow. if there was one thing she had, it was good taste. she knew you and picked out the best possible outfit for you.

but now that you were here, in your gorgeous dress and mask, you were insanely nervous. it was exciting, of course, getting to be a new person for the night, but still, it was brand new.

mattheo riddle was definitely excited for this masquerade ball.

already, he could have just about any girl he wanted. it was that bad boy charm that had just about any girl hooked on him with a single wink.

he looked at this evening as a sort of... challenge for himself. no one would know it was him, he wouldn't have his reputation to back him up when he started to flirt. he had to rely solely on his skills, it was exciting.

he'd spotted you first.

he was in the middle of a conversation with draco, taking a survey of the room when you arrived. you were a gold fleck in a sea of dark blues and blacks, it wasn't hard to track you as you made your way in.

you didn't notice his stare until you turned to do your own survey of the room and caught the man staring intently at you. his entire outfit was a stark contrast to yours.

he wore a black button up with the cuffs rolled up and black jeans that outlined his muscled legs. he looked mouthwateringly delicious, and with the way his lips quirked up when you caught him staring? he knew it.

you shot him a wink before turning and walking in the opposite direction, feeling the heat of his gaze on your back as you got lost in the sea of masked students. normal you would have gone towards him, but tonight?

tonight you felt like playing the long game.

mattheo's eyes sparked when you walked farther away from him, you were exactly the challenge he had been hoping for. fly as far away as you want, petite colombe (little dove). the night would end with your lips on his, that was a guarantee.

you walked over to the food table, leaning over to grab some punch and letting your dress glide up, revealing more of your plush thighs to him and the rest of the room.

môme (brat), he thought, his tongue gliding over his suddenly dry lower lip. draco continued to go on about.... something, but mattheo's attention was solely on you.

he wanted nothing more than to grab your hips and bend you over, smacking your ass until the skin was a deep red and his hand stung. he wanted to drag has hand between your thighs, feel the way they were soaked in your arousal.

you could still feel his eyes on you, but you didn't look back at him. you grabbed your drink and took a sip, excited butterflies floating in your stomach. you'd never played this game before, never been chased and tracked like this. it was exciting.

"wanna dance?" a voice asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts as you looked to see a different guy standing in front of you, instantly being struck by deep blue eyes. "i'm sorry, what was that?" you asked, having to shout over the music as you looked to him.

"i asked if you wanted to dance." the new guy shouted back. you glanced over at the brown-eyed man still watching you from a distance, although now his gaze had shifted towards blue eyes and narrowed.

you couldn't stop the grin breaking out on your face as you nodded, placing your hand in his happily. "i'd love to." you stated, tossing your cup into the trash and letting blue eyes lead you back towards the dancefloor.

mattheo watches as you and blue eyes dance on the floor, a smirk on his face as he sees just how bad of a dance partner he is. you look fucking stunning, your body free and weightless as you sway your hips to the beat. blue eyes on the other hand?

he's not equipped to handle you the way mattheo can. he doesn't tease you while you dance, doesn't run his hands over every inch of exposed skin, doesn't murmur filthy things in your ear to make you blush.

he let it go on for a bit longer, wanting to see you suffer a bit for teasing him the way you did, before making his way down to get rid of him.

"i'll take it from here." mattheo stated firmly, tapping blue eyes on the shoulder and then shooing him away. you bit your lip gently as you heard his voice, all deep and rough.

"i was dancing, you know." you hummed, resting your head back against his chest as you went back to swaying your hips to the music, his hands gliding down your body.

"'m not sorry, petite colombe (little dove). your body deserves to be fucked right, to be worshipped. he's got nothing to offer you." he murmured in your ear, making you shiver at his hot breath on your skin.

"and you think you do?" you asked teasingly, chest heaving as his hands continued to run over every inch of your body he could reach while your hips swayed together.

"oh, petite colombe (little dove), i know i do." he smirked, his voice deep and so full of lust it made your thighs squeeze together. he brushed his thumb over your lower lip, smudging your perfectly lined lipstick onto your chin.

you looked straight up at him, head falling back onto his chest so you could look right into his eyes. he nearly groaned, feeling your ass pressing against his bulge and providing delicious friction.

he pushed his thumb into your mouth, surprising you slightly. you flicked your tongue against the digit, staring right back into his eyes as a million images popped into his mind. "fuck. let me have you, petite colombe (little dove). let me fuck you like you deserve."

you suck on his thumb harshly as you consider his words. isn't this exactly what you wanted from tonight? a free moment, away from yourself? his eyes nearly roll into his head as your tongue expertly sucked the skin.

"okay."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

#☆lola writes ! #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo smut #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x you #smut #slytherin boys #slytherin boy

[heroes-among-us-all]

Drunk& horny tamaki, Katsuki, and shinsou headcanons plssssssss

Katsuki:

SFW:

He's the type of guy who acts like he can handle just about anything, but surprisingly has a terrible alcohol tolerance.

For that very reason, he prefers to avoid drinking much. He isn't looking to make a fool out of himself, after all. But if someone goads him into drinking by phrasing it as a challenge, Katsuki definitely isn't going to back down.

It's a rare treat being able to see him so vulnerable and needy, cheeks flushed like never before. Katsuki will become incredibly clingy when drunk. He's actually quite touchy to begin with, but now that his inhibitions have melted away, there's really nothing holding him back.

He tends to chuckle and smile a lot more when he's drunk as well. You find it to be incredibly adorable, but others are kind of horrified, since it's such a stark contrast from what he's normally like.

When he's drunk, the odds of him getting into an argument with someone are also amplified tenfold. He's rather docile around you, but if anyone else says something to get on his nerves while he's drunk, it's probably going to turn into a bit of a hassle.

NSFW:

When Katsuki has a partner, his sex drive is fairly high. He can hardly stand to keep his hands off you on a good day, but now that he's drunk, all rationality has gone out the window.

"Katsuki!" you cry out, mortified when he starts feeling you up in public. "You need to calm down!"

He'll just laugh and keep on groping you, all the while pressing kisses to your neck and nibbling on your ear.

"How could I calm down?" he mumbles. "You're way too fucking hot. Look. Feel how hard I am."

He will literally grab your hand and place it right on top of his boner, which is itching to break free of his pants. Again, all of this is happening in public, so you're going to have to do your damn best to make sure that no one sees anything.

Katsuki won't hesitate to grab your face in his hands and plunge his tongue down your throat. You should be prepared for the sloppiest make-out session of your life. It's a good thing you love him so much.

He's way too horny to be reasoned with, and although you protest time and time again that you should leave this sort of thing for when he's sober, it's safe to say that it doesn't end until his arousal has been dealt with.

Katsuki isn't really one for semi-public sex — when he's thinking coherently, that is — but while he's drunk, pretty much anyplace will do. He'll shove you into a bathroom and push you flat against the wall, then pull down your underwear and pound into you relentlessly.

"Is it just me, or are you extra tight today?" he'll groan, panting against your ear. "Fuck. I love you... so much!"

Since he's drunk, he'll either cum pretty quick or it'll take a while longer than usual. Despite the fact that he's intoxicated though, he'll still make sure to overwhelm you with pleasure. It's not just about chasing his own orgasm. He wants you to enjoy it just as much as he does.

Needless to say, he's prone to hangovers after a night of drinking, so you'll need to baby him the next day. Not that he'll ever admit it, but he loves resting his head on your lap while you stroke his hair.

Even if there are gaps in his memory from the night before, he'll remember the sex clear as day.

Tamaki:

SFW:

He's not really a big drinker, so it's rare that he ever gets drunk. But when he does, it's pretty much the cutest thing you've ever seen.

Tamaki is the type of drunk to hiccup after every couple of words and occasionally slur his speech.

"Can I—hic—h-have a bit more water? I'm really t-thirsty."

You're barely able to bite back your grin. "Tamaki, that isn't water. It's vodka."

"Huh? It tastes like water, though..."

Tamaki's smiles are normally timid, like wobbly little lines forming across his lips. Seeing him drunk is quite refreshing, because he's able to smile widely without feeling self-conscious about it. The sight of him with violently flushed cheeks and a big grin is so cute it makes your heart clench, and you definitely snap a few pictures to look back on later.

His self-esteem goes up in general while he's drunk. He isn't outright extroverted, but he's definitely less worried about the things he says or does, and how people might react to it.

He's also more likely to initiate physical displays of affection while he's drunk. Things like wrapping his arms around you or giving you a peck on the lips don't embarrass him as much as they normally would.

NSFW:

Seeing Tamaki horny while drunk is also quite rare, which is why it's so memorable.

Unlike Katsuki, Tamaki will hold himself back from doing anything inappropriate in public. Even if he's super drunk, a part of him will retain enough self-control that he doesn't do anything to embarrass either one of you. Once you get back home though, it's a different story.

His body will push you down against the couch or whatever the nearest piece of furniture is. You can feel his heart beating like crazy, and before you can even process what's happening, he's kissing you like a man starved.

Strings of saliva connect your lips together, and Tamaki is panting so heavily it sounds like he's struggling to breathe. "I-I want to put it in," he begs. "Can I?"

You can't possibly refuse him, not when he's so horny and desperate for you that tears are blurring his vision. You strip yourself as quickly as you can manage, then spread your legs with a sultry smile. Tamaki doesn't waste another moment before pulling out his cock, which is flushed an angry red and throbbing as if it's about to burst.

"Y-You feel amazing," Tamaki moans, hips rutting against yours uncontrollably. "Ugh... I-I'm sorry, but... I can tell I won't last long."

Sex with Tamaki is very intimate and usually happens at a slow and sensual pace, but when he's drunk, he fucks you harder than ever. It's nice to be able to see a different side to him, especially since he acts more dominant for a change.

He feels very spent afterwards, and since he's drunk, it's mostly on you to clean up and all that. You don't mind, though. He's more than worth it, and you'll probably be having dirty thoughts about moments like these for a good while.

Shinsou:

SFW:

He's not opposed to drinking, but he has a much better tolerance than the other two. It will probably take more drinks per sitting for him to end up fully drunk.

Whenever that does end up happening though, the effects are immediate. Shinsou isn't normally super talkative, but that sure changes once he's drunk. He can hardly keep from babbling on about things he wouldn't normally bring up. You sometimes record videos of him going on all kinds of funny rants and show him once he's sober — something that embarrasses him beyond words.

Shinsou also tends to brag about you a lot more when he's drunk. It's especially funny because he'll just decide he wants to show you off out of nowhere.

"Isn't [Name] so great? I'm the luckiest boyfriend in the world."

You get a bit flustered in the moment, but you know this is just him voicing his genuine thoughts, and that makes you happy.

Shinsou doesn't usually have much of a problem with PDA, so it's not like he gets shy about physical intimacy under normal circumstances. He's probably bit touchier than usual while drunk, but he doesn't do anything outright inappropriate. Well, he'll maybe sneak in a quick squeeze to your ass while people aren't looking — then grin crookedly — but that's about it.

NSFW:

Once Shinsou has you alone and he's really feeling the effects of all the alcohol, it won't take long for things to escalate.

Even while drunk, he's always mindful not to accidentally use his Quirk. He loves you and would never want you to feel like you're being controlled or pressured into doing anything. It's a different story altogether if you ever ask him to use his powers on you, but he would never do it without your consent. It's a good testament to his morals and self-control that he's never accidentally activated them while drunk.

He will be adamant about stripping you himself, but his hands are a bit shaky from how drunk he is.

"Just give me a minute," he'll insist, looking a bit embarrassed. "I-I've got this."

You might expect him to be a bit rushed about things because he's drunk and horny, but if anything, the foreplay actually lasts longer. Shinsou just can't get his fill of kissing and licking up every inch of your body. His entire body is already burning up as is, and the longer he stares into your eyes and drinks up all the lewd expressions you make, he just knows the pay-off will be that much more worth it.

Normally, Shinsou isn't partial to any one position in bed, but when he's drunk, he'll want to spread your legs out wide and fuck you at a fast and steady pace. It takes him longer than usual to climax when he's drunk, so you can expect a fairly long session. He'll want to make you cum multiple times, ideally.

He's also especially needy about cumming inside you when he's drunk. He won't be upset if you refuse, of course, but watching his seed spill out of you and run down your thighs just turns him on like crazy.

Shinsou is a sleepy boy, so odds are he'll probably be out like a light after finishing. The fact that he's exhausted from being drunk means he'll finally get a good night of sleep for a change.

#my hero academia #bnha #bnha imagines #bakugou katsuki #amajiki tamaki #shinsou hitoshi #mha imagines #bakugou x reader #shinsou x reader #tamaki x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #relationship #smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero imagines

[greenboyfriend]

pick an image! (tarot card reading)

image source ❁ image 1: an aged, leather book, with many, many pages. it makes you wonder what's inside, but due to its thickness, maybe it doesn't... ❁ image 2: a pleasant smile in the hands of gods. overlapping colorful wings form a small space in the middle. if you threw this at the wall, it'd definitely leave an imprint. ❁ image 3: a mysterious brass key. to what does its dainty swirls open? no one knows but you! how do I pick? everyone has their own method of getting in touch with their intuition. for me, when I know it's right, I feel a lightness in my chest, and when it's wrong, a pit in my stomach. don't think too much about it. whichever you choose will be right! BOOK A READING THRU DM/ASK!

1.・。.・゜✭

boy howdy, y'all.

you see the change you need to make, and yet you're still resisting? maybe you're scared of what this change will bring, but in your stagnancy, you're missing an opportunity for growth. the most important thing is that you tell the truth. right that wrong-- let everyone know what's really happening. whatever your reason for inaction might be, know that you do, in fact, possess the strength to overcome your issue(s), no matter how much you think you don't. you've already reached a major milestone, too, so why keep yourself in a box? reap that reward. you worked for it, after all! this important change will have to do with you clearing the air, speaking articulately, and being sure that you share the absolute, honest truth. consider a direction change. sure, what's gotten you here has worked wonders, but what will get you to your next goal? don't be afraid to try new things!

(7 of pentacles reversed, ace of swords reversed, king of swords, four of pentacles)

2.・。.・゜✭

whadda hell? such similar cards and yet such distinct meanings...

unlike those who chose image 1, you have not yet reached your goal. but don't worry! you're almost there!! you've just got to keep trying... easier said than done, right? it seems like you really want to give up, or are doubting yourself. this is a strong energy-- maybe you've been hurt in the past because of a similar situation, so you're refusing to acknowledge what's happening at all. maybe you don't believe in your own strength, but know that it is there. you've come all this way-- think of this as one more hurdle to jump before you take a lunch break. and what a wonderful lunch it will be, indeed!!! something that will be important will be finding out what's real and what's not. break up this complicated situation into segments and slowly analyze how all the pieces fit together. try to remain objective during this process, it is important for your future success. and finally, the scariest hurdle of all: simply having fun! you don't need to be guarded all the time, and maybe that's the lesson you're tackling right now. there's a very strong vibe of "recapturing innocence", in the (inno-) sense that you must shed the learned, knee-jerk responses of heartache. in order to feel better, you must let yourself free, but don't worry; your heart will always come back to you. don't let your inhibitions stop you from living the life you want to... need to....... deserve to live!!! so take that crazy chance and engage in unadulterated, unfiltered, unstoppable whimsy. this will be the key that takes you to new heights!!!

(ace of swords reversed-- this hoe really jumped out of the deck to see you. say hi..., the fool, 7 of pentacles reversed, king of swords)

3.・。.・゜✭

okay so everyone's going through it. okay

god damn. y'all really need a hug, a hot cup of cocoa, and a cat in your lap, because fuck!!! you're experiencing a betrayal. deserted in your time of need, you're left to wander far, far away from home... you will find happiness in trying new things and keeping your head up, but don't let discovery be your excuse to neglect your needs. above all else, you need to heal. this will be a time of balancing these two things: trying out new developments and changes, while also healing your emotional wounds. you may be more interested in the former than the latter. you may feel like you're too weak to face this pain, but know that hard times help redefine the person you are. it's easy to wave it all away and throw all your energy into what's new, but what will really matter when you're 75 and looking back on your life is how you treated yourself during this time. did you dutifully lick your wounds, tending to yourself as you wish someone else would? or did you discard yourself in the same way you discarded your feelings? it's a tough ask, and a bit shocking to think about, I know. but imagine looking back and feeling pride in how well you managed things, the comfort gained-- almost magically-- from yourself, and the good it did you. okay, okay im getting off my soapbox now! just know you're headed towards good things. it may be a long process, so be brave, and steady. take breaks! drink water! stand motionless in the shower for 30 minutes, it's ok if that's what you need to do cause guess what?!?! you deserve to be taken care of, especially by yourself!!!

(3 of swords reversed, ace of swords reversed, 2 of pentacles, 6 of swords reversed)

lots and lots and LOTS of love for all of you silly little geese. I wish the absolute best for you! although I don't need to hope for the best... because I know all of you will prevail!!! simply because ur interested in what ur intuition seeks to teach you. please accept my kind words even if im a stranger on the internet! please know you deserve every tender moment that life has to offer and more, because you're just a motherfucker who's out here trying their best, just like most everyone else, and oh my god no matter what anyone tells you that is enough!!!!!!! sorry. I got back on the soapbox. BUT ITS TRUE!!!

#auuughggfhhfh sorry for the big fucking thing at the end I just dont want anyone to feel discouraged #I want to spread the love~~ yahooyahoo~~~ <3<3 #tarot #tarot reading #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot cards #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #pick a photo #pick an image #intuition #spiritual #spirituality #pac

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Anonymous: <p>hello, can you write something about reader being a die hard fan of joe burrow and making travis jealous </p>

You were running a few minutes late to meet Olivia and Joe at a local brunch spot in Kansas City. “Hi!” you ran up to Olivia, who stood up to envelop you in a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!” Joe gave you a soft smile as he stood up to give you a side hug. You and Olivia had been best friend since middle school, but life had separated you the last couple of years. You had moved to Kansas City to work as a marketing specialist for the Chiefs and Olivia had moved to Cincinnati with Joe when he started playing for the Bengals after college. You had finally gotten a chance to meet up when they were in town.

“Where’s Travis?” Olivia asked casually as you waited for your meals to come out. “He had some other commitments.” You tried to keep his excuse simple, so Joe wasn’t suspicious. Joe wasn’t so easily fooled. “You don’t have to lie. I know he hates me.” You gave Joe a sympathetic smile, adjusting in your seat. “He doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t even really know you.” You took a sip from your water, the gulp hiding your discomfort. Travis did hate Joe, but not because of some petty football rivalry. He hated Joe because you used to date back during his early days at LSU. It was a short fling that only lasted a couple of months, and nothing ever came from it, but when Travis found out, he immediately saw red. It took a lot to make Travis jealous but knowing that one of his biggest opponents had kissed or even held hands with his girlfriend made him sick to his stomach.

“You guys are still coming to the event right?” you asked trying to change the subject. You were hosting a party to celebrate Travis’ Super Bowl win and hoped that everyone could put the past behind them to celebrate your boyfriend’s success. Olivia answered for the both of them. “Of course, we wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I don’t know why he even has to come. Won’t this be a reminder of the fact that he didn’t even make it far in the playoffs?” Travis asked arrogantly, smug that he had his second Super Bowl ring while Joe didn’t. You adjusted his tie too tight, so he choked a little. “Can you just behave? Joe is a class act, he can put pettiness aside. Can you say the same thing?” Travis shrugged on his jacket as he looked at himself in the mirror. You slipped on your heels, putting the final touches on your black-tie look. “What did you ever see in him in the first place?” You rolled your eyes, not wanting to get into it tonight. This topic had been the subject of many a fight between you and Travis in the past, and you just couldn’t see why he couldn’t let it go. “I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I was young and dumb, and he was in my econ class. There really wasn’t much too it.”

“Would you still be with him if you hadn’t left LSU?” Travis turned to look at you. “What? Of course not. I told you, we were not compatible.” Your boyfriend wasn’t convinced. “Why not?” You walked to your closet to grab your clutch, Travis following behind you. He had you cornered, and you were starting to get pissed off. “What do you mean?” you tried to push past him, but he stepped in front of you. “Why were you not compatible?” You sighed and rolled your shoulders back. “Because, he was kind of a shallow asshole, and I just wasn’t interested in being second to football.” Travis liked that response, grinning. “Can you let this go now?” you placed your hands on his chest, pulling him in for a kiss. “I guess.”

Travis had convinced himself that he had won, and he could let the whole Joe thing go, but as the night progressed, feelings of jealousy were starting to creep back in. The four of you were seated at the table, the dinner well under way and going well. Speeches from Jason and Travis’ fellow teammates had people in stitches, and people were starting to get rowdy, the open bar lowering many people’s inhibitions. You had been watching Travis all night. He wasn’t usually a drinker, but he had been throwing back multiple beers all night, and you could see him eyeing Joe across the table in a way you didn’t like. You placed a hand on his thigh and leaned into whisper in his ear. “Everything okay?” He nodded, keeping his eyes on Joe. It wasn’t long before he started trouble.

“So, Joe, Y/N told me that you and she used to date?” He raised an eyebrow, slurring his words slightly. Joe immediately blushed, dropping his eye contact with Travis. “Yeah, for like a hot second when I was a freshman. “Travis, please.” You begged him, but he was determined to knock the quarterback down a peg. “Well, why did you guys break up?” He looked around at the table, everyone visibly uncomfortable. “Uh,” Joe cleared his throat before continuing, “we uh just couldn’t make our schedules work. Y/N was very into her engineering studies, and I just wanted to focus on football.” Travis let out a curt laugh. “Really, because she told me that you were a dick bag to her.” You quickly turned your head to Travis, shocked that those words came out of his mouth. Joe shifted in his seat. “I promise you Joe, I didn’t say that.” Travis nodded his head slowly, the beers catching up with him. “You-You’re right. She said asshole. I just took some creative liberties.” Incredibly angry, you stood up and walked away from the table, hustling to the bathroom. “Baby, wait, where are you going?” Travis called after you, but there is no way he was going to be able to get up in his condition.

You tried to fix your makeup, your tears messing up the eye look you had spent hours working on ruined. Once you felt that you had recovered as much as you were going to you left the bathroom, immediately running into Joe. “You ok?” He could see that you had been crying. You let out a loud sigh. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Is Travis okay?” Joe looked behind him at where Travis was sitting. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. It takes a lot of beer to get a guy his size that drunk”, Joe joked, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m so sorry about tonight, he’s not usually like this. There is just something about you that sets him off.” Joe laughed, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I don’t think it’s about me, I think it’s about you. I can’t say I wouldn’t act the same way if I found out Olivia had dated one of my opponents. Doesn’t matter who it is.” You looked at Travis who was out cold on the table. “We’re gonna go home. Thanks so much for coming.” You gave Joe a hug before you grabbed Travis and headed to the car.

Travis woke up the next morning with the biggest headache, his heartbeat loud in his ears. He shuffled downstairs to find you eating breakfast at the table. “Hey”, he grumbled out. You didn’t respond, still too angry to speak to him. He plopped down at the table with a bottle of Gatorade. You looked at him, taking in his pitiful face, looking like he was constantly on the verge of puking. You broke the silence first. “Do you remember anything about last night?” He avoided eye contact. “Yes, I’m so sorry baby. I never should have acted like that, especially at an event. I embarrassed myself and you, and I hope you can forgive me.” “You need to call Joe and apologize.” He nodded fervently. He would do anything to make it up to you, including calling the dick bag. “And you need to apologize to Olivia, because you embarrassed her too.” “I will, today.” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “What happened?” You weren’t angry anymore, just sad that Travis felt this way in the first place. He was silent for a moment before answering. “I’m always afraid I’m one step away from losing you.” “What?” you asked, willing him to continue. “I don’t know. You’re so amazing, and you’ve lived such a great life. I just sometimes wonder if you could do better, and when I found out you used to date Joe, I just got so jealous. It was just another reminder that you have had other loves before me, and you could in the future as well.” You tilted your head at Travis, letting out a laugh. “Is me baring my soul out to you funny?”

“Who said I was ever in love with Joe? I meant what I said yesterday. We dated for all of a month, and he was a complete asshole to me the entire time. We never would have made it. And he’s perfect for Olivia, they love each other. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” You got up and sat on his lap, Travis resting his head on your chest. “Besides, I don’t like quarterbacks. I’m all about the receivers.” Travis chuckled.

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[arabellasleopardcoat]

Prophecy (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Disobedience has consequences. You learn it the hard way.

Warnings: Finally the chapter that marks this fic as dark. Forced nudity. SA. Groping a person under coercion. Low blood pressure. Cursing. General Daemon being nasty.

A/N: Please keep in mind Daemon is not an objective narrator. I do not support his views. Remember, he has a wrapped perception of reality. And if you find yourself urged to send me nasty asks, or comment awful things, I will remind you that I warned you.

Previous parts here.

It’s not often that Daemon finds himself in such a dilemma. Not often, either, he decides to think before he acts. Violence comes easily to him. The best method of conflict resolution, and one that has certainly brought great benefits to House Targaryen through the ages.

Yet, this matter requires more delicacy. It’s his wife, who he is thinking about. And while Daemon might push you around, perhaps hold you down a little, he is not one for hurting women in such a way. This topic requires silk gloves instead of gauntleted fists.

Daemon likes to think the impulsiveness of youth has already left him, but knows himself too well to not recognize he is lying to himself. While he is no longer a flamboyant young man, the urge to have a fit of rage remains. He has gotten better at controlling it, but the dragon still roars and shifts on his chest, begging to be unchained.

He needs to soothe his nerves. Daemon sends for a Dornish red, if only to numb himself a little. The stronger the best, in his opinion. While some men get belligerent when drunk, Daemon it’s not one of them. Alcohol tends to take the edge off, loosen his tongue and inhibitions, but fails to cloud him with the red mist affronts on his pride do.

Daemon doesn’t want to hurt you. He repeats it to himself, over and over again. Not hurt you, not hurt you, not hurt you, not…. He takes one look at your pitiful form and suddenly, it’s easier.

You make quite the pitiful figure on the floor of your chambers. You have never taken a beating in your life and it shows. Curled on yourself on top of a rug and cradling your injured shoulder as best as you can with bound wrists. The whip didn’t even draw blood, but you acted as if it was the worst injury you had suffered in your short life. Every once in a while, you let out a tiny, frightened sniffle, before looking at him to make sure he has not heard you.

His proud, proud little dragon. Thinking a few tears might make you less. Daemon pretends to be oblivious to your little sobs, just to watch you sigh in relief at the lack of reaction. It’s starting to amuse him, turning into a game. Moving his head just so as you sniffle, or reaching for an object, just to see you freeze.

He quits it before the wine arrives. While he often enjoys putting the fear of the Gods on others, it’s not really enjoyable when it’s you. There is something strange curling in his stomach at your tears, something painfully akin to discomfort.

Daemon dislikes righteous people. Viserys gets enough on his nerves as it is. Pretending to have the moral high ground is for the weak, in his opinion. And the stupid. And the reckless. Stepping between a servant and a whip was certainly recklessly stupid on your part. Daemon would never. Not even for Viserys. Perhaps for Rhaenyra, given that she was a woman and needed protection.

Still, when you were the one doing it, he stopped finding it recklessly stupid and found it a little charming and brave. What a troublesome thought. Distressing, in truth. Is he starting to develop a conscience? Or worse, are you growing on him?

Daemon sneers. He has to put a halt to this. Show you who is really in control.

“Speak your terms, little fool.” He sits down on your bed, looking around the room. There are little comforts, and none he feels like taking away from you.

There are a few books, stacked in piles near the bed. You seem to be in the process of reading them, which surprises Daemon. He had been vaguely aware of your ability to read, unusual for a bastard girl. He had figured Rhea had taught you because while she might have been a bitch, she was a proud one. She was a Royce from Runestone, not a Baratheon fool. She wouldn’t have her heir running around without knowing her letters.

The most surprising part is not that you are trying to read the books, but the fact that you are actually making progress. There are a few parchments tucked in, with some terrible attempts at penmanship on them. As if you were slowly decoding them. To actually try to learn High Valyrian on your own spoke of a dedication he was not aware you possessed.

Throwing the books in your chambers had been more of an ambience choice for Daemon. When he had thought about decorating your living space, putting books on High Valyrian had seemed like the obvious choice. A little dreamer, with her Valyrian clothes and surrounded by her little temple, needed books in High Valyrian. It was only right.

Everything was as it should be. Daemon finally had his Valyrian bride. Besides, it didn't matter if you didn’t know how to read them, when he could do so without any hardship. He had figured that if you were a boring lay, he could always turn to the books for entertainment.

Lay. Hm. Perhaps taking the bed would teach you there were worse fates in this world than being the wife of a Prince. But Daemon could already see in his mind’s eye your pouty face. You would whine, and give him your sad puppy look…. Oh, Seven Hells! What was wrong with him? Was he turning into a soft fool, like Viserys had been for Aemma?

Daemon had had plenty of pouty mistresses in the past. In fact, it was a prerequisite of the position. Any woman he took to bed had to be able to get her way via a few well-placed pouts. They knew he had a weakness for it. None had affected him as you.

Besides, you could have nightmares. Or sleep badly. Which was not right, for a dreamer.

“I… I could tell you another secret.” You look up at him, all big sad eyes. It makes something in him jerk. Something stands at attention with the urge to comfort. Daemon doesn’t like it.

“Is that what the girl’s life is worth to you?” And he was not planning on whipping the girl to death, but you don’t know that. The panic in your eyes doesn’t fill him with as much satisfaction as he hoped. Is this some sort of domesticity trap? No. Daemon needs to crack down on you, hard. This cannot keep going. You have denied him too much. “I could easily get that from you by force.”

“You could get anything from me by force.” Defiance. How cute. You look like an angry kitten, more than a real threat. Your eyes are narrowed at him, and he feels the urge to laugh. “What do you want?”

“I dislike your tone, Wife.” In truth, it’s a good question. What does he want? Daemon barely knows it himself. It used to be Rhaenyra. When he couldn���t have that, he had thought maybe Lady Laena was enough. She was pretty, young and would birth him strong Valyrian children. But while he had planned to marry her, and felt aroused by the prospect of bedding her, he didn’t feel the urge to please her as he did with you. Probably, if Daemon had married her, he would have made her miserable with little care. Like he is making you.

What does he want? What does he want?

“You like baths, do you not?” As if struck by inspiration. He would call it divine, were it not for the fact Daemon knows he was forsaken a long time ago.

“I do? What does it have to do with anything?” You give him a confused look.

Daemon smirks. He is not sure what else from you he wants, but for now, the idea of getting close to your naked, wet body, is enough.

“No.” You mutter.

“Or I could just kill the whore. Your choice, Dreamer. What’s going to be?”

Not an hour later, Daemon sits in a scorching hot bath, naked. You sit between his legs, still dressed in one of your shifts, turned transparent by the water. Unchained, for once.

The glow happiness gives you is unmatched. You look deliriously happy in the hot water, talking so fast he can barely keep along. At first, you had been shy, but when he had leaned back, allowing you more space in the tub, you had blossomed.

You had been humming under your breath, but when he made no move to censor you, you had started talking. The words were low, almost to yourself. As if you had almost forgotten he was there. Daemon made no move to remind you, answering to your ramblings with a few well-placed grunts and noncommittal hums.

“…. And I have really been trying to keep all the grime off my hair, but I really miss sulfates, you know? And conditioner. Oh my god, conditioner! You have no idea how hard it is to detangle my hair.”

“Here.” Daemon passes you a comb, lips twitching. He doesn't want to smile at your antics, but there is something really endearing about it. Even if he barely understands a word you are saying. Is he getting old? Are conditioners something you used to have at the whorehouse? And don’t even get him started on the tunes you were humming earlier. He had never heard them, not even in the most raunchy of ale houses. “When you are done, lean back and be quiet.”

You frown. Your mouth opens and closes, as if you are about to be argumentative. It’s one of his favorite looks on you, to be honest, but it’s starting to become a little annoying. This is not an experience to get you to practice your rusty social skills, but to put you in your place.

No matter how much he enjoys seeing you open up to him, Daemon can’t lose the opportunity to finally get you to submit.

“What was the girl's name?” It's only a simple phrase, but it works like a charm at shutting you up. Your body language shifts in the blink of an eye. Your shoulders curl in, defensive, and you start brushing your hair. The strokes are harsh and punishing.

If you want to do his job for him, Daemon will not stop you.

“You just have to accept your place.” He doesn't mean to say it, but it slips out regardless. It's the truth. If you just stopped fighting and stopped getting huffy about all sorts of things, it would be much easier. He could have you out of these cuffs, by his side. You just had to accept you were his.

Daemon places a hand over your shoulder blades and rubs a circle. The feeling of the wet shift is unbearable. He would much rather be touching your bare skin, but you had started pouting and huffing and mentioning Rhea, then Aemma… The night was already too charged to insist on it.

“My place? My place! The sheer audacity of you!” You jerk away from his touch, trying to get out of the tub. Daemon curls his arm around your waist and tugs back, hard. You are sent back into the tub, upsetting the water that splashes everywhere. Ah. Well, some servant will clean it, later.

Unwilling to lose his advantage, he perches his head on your shoulder. He nuzzles the crook of your shoulder, towards your neck. The scent of your skin is intoxicating, clean, and sweet. He likes that you smell exactly how he wanted you too.

Maybe those Seven Pointed cunts were onto something. Marriage was truly a delight. No whore smelt this sweet for him, not even when he gave them the exact perfumes he wanted them to wear. They lack the sweet smell of innocence that gushes out of your pores.

“Why don't you take this off?” Daemon tugs at the shift, despite your distressed whine. This is punishment, after all. No matter how enjoyable he intends it to be, a little fear will make the lesson stick. He can do anything to you, and it’s time you remember it. “And let me rub some rose oil on your wrists?”

“No.” Your lower lip wobbles. Pouting? Again? It's like it's his name day or something. No one told him it would be so pleasurable, teaching an impudent little chit to behave. Because this is more than just about his pleasure, and both of you know it. This is a power struggle, a way to finally get it to sink into your little head. You are never escaping him.

There is something enjoyable about breaking women, Daemon muses. A certain appeal. Getting them to accept their natural place in the world, getting you to submit… It sounds like the stuff of his fantasies.

It has to be done carefully, so you do not realize what’s happening until it’s too late. Other men, less skilled in the ways of pleasure, might think the ways of getting a woman like you to do their bidding have to be violent. Daemon is too proud for it.

It’s a battle of wills. And Daemon will not lose. He knows he is skilled at seduction. All seduction starts with an unwilling victim; otherwise it is not seduction. Still, when you test his temper, like tonight, he does feel some violent urges. Perhaps bending you over and taking you without mercy would leave you much more agreeable.

“Come on. Looks uncomfortable. Wet cloth clinging to you all over and getting cold.” Daemon coaxes, gently kissing your jaw. He maps the path towards your ear with his tongue, blowing slightly to watch the goosebumps rise on your skin.

Your pretty features scrunch up, in a delicious mix of pleasure, confusion, and betrayal. Maidens. How fun it was teaching them the ways of pleasure. Always so concerned about being proper and meek, of not appearing too wanton. But Daemon knew the truth about you. You were the blood of the dragon, just like him.

You burned for him. Daemon would bet, if he were to slip his hand between your soft thighs, he would find you wet and ready to be taken. Virgins were like that, after all. It only took a few skilled touches and their bodies were ready, even if their minds were not.

He doesn’t want to take you, tonight. Just explore the crevices of your body a little, understand you better. Daemon can be patient. If he riles you up enough for it, he is sure you will come to him thinking it’s on your own terms.

He pulls at your shift, slowly starting to lift it. You don't notice at first, too lost in the confusing feelings his lips are inciting. Daemon keeps his hand on your thigh, slowly gathering the fabric up until his fingertips brush bare skin.

He keeps it up, fingertips drawing nonsensical patterns on the side of your thighs, your hips. You are so soft, skin plump and smooth. Daemon wants to grab you hard, until you bruise. See his hands digging into your thighs, watching the flesh shift under his grip. But he doesn't.

He doesn't because the moment his hand touches your hip bone, you jolt. You buck under him, all wild mare, trying to get him to unhand you.

“At ease, wife.” Daemon whispers in your ear. “I won't hurt you.”

“I don't want…” You start trying to pull the shift down. He bats at your hands, but you squirm too much to let him keep enjoying it. Anger builds up in him, anger and a certain cruelty. Who are you, to deny him what’s his? As your husband, he has a right to your body. He has been much more patient than other men would be in his circumstances.

The urge to get you to roll over and show your belly, so to speak, is too strong to help it. You are starting to remind him of the worst parts of Rhea, and that can’t be allowed to happen. You are meant to be his delicate little dreamer, not some Bronze Bitch.

So, he leans in, to whisper in your ear.

“Mia… Mary… No. Mina.” Daemon takes your earlobe into his mouth, sucking lightly. You go deadly quiet, all fight gone. He gets to take your shift off, and he groans. Better than he had dared to hope.

Your body is soft. All smooth skin, bared for him to see. Your breasts are a worthy pair, and look firm enough. You have hips and a stomach that look like they could stand a pregnancy well. He finds himself growing excited by the prospect of watching your hips and breasts become fuller, once he gets you pregnant with his heir.

Under the excuse of cleaning you, he starts rubbing at your arms, curious about how far you will let him push. He strokes your collarbones, then your chest. Not groping, barely skimming his fingers over your sensitive nipples. Daemon is enchanted by the almost silent sighs you let out, how you fight and surrender to a pleasure that is clearly so new to you.

Daemon kisses your ear, slowly making out with the shell of it. You struggle against him, trying to get away, but your mouth parts in overwhelmed pleasure. It only takes a few more well-placed licks for you to surrender to the pleasure of it all.

His hands stroke your hips. Then, slowly, towards your inner thighs. Slowly, his cock fattens and begins to ache. Daemon pays it no mind. If he were, you may spook and be brought off the trance you are in. You might oppose resistance.

How he longs to roll his hips against yours, to bury himself deep inside your eager little hole. He knows you would suck him right in. And you would be so warm, just short of scorching hot inside. So soft, too. Perhaps, if he was lucky, when the time came, Daemon would get to pin your hands, so you couldn’t muffle any of the delicious moans that would surely escape you.

As for right now, he likes how quiet you are. Too often, whores will moan loudly in his ear, hoping to provoke a reaction. Somehow, it never works. His cock doesn’t react to that as it does to the way you fight to keep your little sighs quiet. Perhaps one day he will teach you to be unashamed, but right now, the quietness speaks of a modesty lowborns lack.

It’s good enough, Daemon decides. He has enough with pressing his hardened member to your lower back, with having you all flustered. The memories will allow him more than a few pleasant tugs at his cock, later on. The face you make as he scratches at your inner thighs will haunt his dreams for many nights to come.

He can’t help but be greedy, though. How far will you let him push? Will you let him look at the real prize? He lathers his hand with a bit of soap, and slips it between your thighs.

You speak then. Shame. He always liked looking at maiden’s cunnys. The anticipation is very enjoyable. Looking at those tiny holes and thinking how he is about to break them, force them to take more than they are ready for. Watching them cry, watching their expressions turn from pain to pleasure.

“Rhaenyra’s firstborn will be called Jacaerys.” You take his hands in yours and interlock your fingers. It’s a subtle thing. A way to derail him without openly denying him. Daemon likes that you are learning fast.

“Jacaerys? That’s not a Targaryen name.” His interest is genuine. Knowing the future fascinates him. It’s not something he has thought about before, more centered on the past of his house and his present. But getting a glimpse of the future is tantalizing. What will happen to him, in ten years, in twenty? To you?

He lifts your hand and checks your pulse, under the pretense of rubbing some oil into your abused wrists. It races beneath your skin, scared little bird that you are. Despite your awful behavior today, Daemon might get you softer cuffs. Or keep you in these, but release you from time to time. Under his careful supervisor, of course.

“Is it not? It sounds similar to that word, the one you use for Caraxes to breathe fire.” Your voice comes out a little shaky, but you are getting better at pretending not to be scared. Or perhaps you are not scared anymore. Whatever it is, it pleases him.

“Dracarys?” Daemon asks, amused. It sounds similar, but it's not spelled the same way at all. He kisses your temple. His smart, pretty girl, slowly getting interested in her heritage.

“That’s the one.”

“I think it’s a Velaryon name. Why would she allow it, though?” Sure, Rhaenyra was married to a Velaryon, but why did she break tradition so? Daemon had thought her a true Targaryen, like him. It made no sense. She was supposed to understand just how precious their blood was, how special. They had a legacy and centuries of tradition to uphold, and his niece would throw it all away? What was next, naming a child something as common as Robert?

“The boy will have dark hair.” You mutter, lazily. Ah, a bastard. How wonderful. One would think that she would be more careful. Muddying their blood was one thing. Another was doing it so and producing dark-haired children no one would ever believe were her husband’s.

“I see.” He rewards you by adding more hot water to the bath. It's not something he would do for anyone. It's servant's work, after all. But you have been a good girl so far, despite earlier transgressions.

This escape attempt of yours was a blessing in disguise, truly. No real damage was done. The servant girls got whipped for less at the Red Keep in his grandfather’s reign. Maybe not now because Viserys was a soft-hearted fool, but he is sure it’s still happening at other castles.

The servants here… It’s clear there had been an oversight on his part. He had been away too much when he was married to the Bronze Bitch, and she had given them too loose of a leash. Women. Unable to enact discipline, no matter how tough they thought themselves to be. No, a firm hand was needed. Or else his little dreamer would suffer from it.

At the addition of more hot water, you sigh and go pliant, relaxing against him. Your head sags against his shoulder, as if you are exhausted. Poor thing, that you were. Daemon should get you into bed. It was closer to sunrise than sundown. The night had been trying, especially for someone with the fragile disposition of a dreamer.

“This is how I knew you were a dragon.” Daemon laughs a little. You have the cutest blissed out expression. Another proof you were a Targaryen by birth, and not only by marriage. At first, he had thought your love for baths was because you were a bit of a clean freak, but now he realizes it’s about the heat.

You mumble something inaudible.

“Jace… He is… Ugh.”

“Your favorite?” Daemon asks, trying to keep the conversation going, despite the slightest pang of jealousy in his chest. It was to be expected, of course. You would prefer the heir to the Iron Throne. Despite all your eccentricities, your outstanding abilities, you were just a girl.

Daemon would make sure to keep this Jacaerys away from you. He was sure you would lose interest in him, anyway. How could a mere boy compare to him? Now, sure, you thought him attractive, but because you were only a girl yourself. You would learn to prefer a man’s company over a boy’s.

The favor of a dreamer was a heady thing. Daemon would not put it past the boy to try to charm you. The Gods knew it would have been something he would have done if he had the chance. Daemon would just have to make sure the bastard was kept away, perhaps whisking you away to some other place when the boy was growing up.

He waits for you to keep the conversation going, worried about the sudden quiet. He calls your name. You stir and make a small grumbling noise. You have fallen asleep, pretty eyes closed. Daemon lets himself relax a few more moments, greedily enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. Something this bastard Jacaerys was never going to get. Just basking in your presence and warmth. Then, he lifts you out of it and dries you as best as he can.

Daemon places you in a clean shift, with a slightly lower cut than you would choose for yourself. Despite him buying you an entire wardrobe, you seem to favor higher cuts, which he cannot understand. You have a gorgeous body but seem unwilling to flaunt it.

As he looks at you, asleep on the bed, looking like a small otherworldly being, he almost regrets it all. He thinks of leaving the room unlocked, of not putting you in cuffs.

Daemon cuffs your wrists and ankles before he leaves.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon smut #daemon x y/n #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x y/n #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen fic #hotd fanfic #hotd #asoif fanfic #asoif/got #divine intuition series

[strwberri-milk]

idk if you’d write for alhaitham but in honor of me only loosing six 50/50s in my quest for c6 r5,, can you perhaps write a dom!reader (gn is preferred) that just takes their time pleasuring him? like a lot of praise and overstim and making him stupid :D if you don’t write for him diluc/kaeya is fine

mayhaps you should pay for my alhaitham funds omg congrats though!!! heres my attempt at alhaitham - a little cocky, overconfident, and not willing to submit even to the bitter end :D

Alhaitham is nothing if he isn't self sufficient. He can take care of himself when needed and has done a lot of work to ensure that he can be independent. That's why he's not going to just give you something that you want that easily. No, you're going to have to work for it.

It's not that he doesn't want to submit, it's that he believes nothing good in life is worth it if you don't work for it. He's not going to make it easy for you either.

He's a busy man and expects nothing less than perfection of himself, which makes it nearly impossible sometimes to align your schedules for long enough for any of the things you want to do for him. That doesn't mean it's impossible though.

You've finally got him where you want him, laying back on the bed and looking up at you with equal parts apprehension and excitement. A bit of a smirk sits on his lips, watching as you kneel between his legs and look back up at him.

"What are you trying to do?" he asks with a slight scoff in his voice, figuring out that this is yet another attempt of yours to try and take him off guard.

"Nothing special," you mutter, glad that his pants were already removed. You press kisses against his thigh, smiling to yourself as you feel his muscles stiffen.

"If you're trying to get me to-"

His words cut off when he feels your breath ghosting over him, biting back his words as his cock twitches. He sits up on his arms, about to try again and you give him a strong lick, taking the moan he gives you as the beginnings of your prize.

Sometimes, it seems like he thinks of himself as better than others. Not in the way he speaks, but in the way he carries himself. You don't know if it's just a result of his confidence, or if it's because he really does think he is better (which you doubt considering that he insists on staying in a more humble position with the Akademiya despite how smart he is). It's fun being able to finally reduce someone like that to a mere man succumbing to pleasure, each whimper and moan that slips past his lips more pleasant than the last.

You decided he wasn't going to be the one pleasuring you today, more focused on trailing your heated fingertips down his body and scratching lightly against his skin with your nails. It seemed that the further you managed to take him from his comfort zone the more receptive he was to your touch, bedsheets perpetually clenched in his hand.

His other hand is buried in your scalp, holding tightly as though for dear life as you mouth over his length. Your tongue laves over him, something about this time feeling so much better than it usually does. His mind is hazy, finally beginning to let go for your ministrations to take over any sort of conscious thought he has.

"Feels good, doesn't it sweetheart?" you purr seductively, relishing the lack of thought behind his eyes.

"Fuck," he manages under his breath, letting go of his inhibitions to moan more freely than he's let himself before.

"i know," you coo, going back down to take him entirely into your mouth again.

He definitely didn't expect to keep cumming over and over for you, struggling to remain coherent. It didn't get any better when you introduced your fingers, not expecting to like the feeling of the intrusion so much.

His thighs close up around your head, squeezing you tight and keeping him between them as he cums again in your mouth. His cum was basically nothing at this point, body so overdone that he didn't even know he had another orgasm in him.

He's almost begging for you to stop, the overstimulation burning in the best way to his body as his back arches into your touch. You don't stop, eyes dark with pleasure and he's sure you've somehow managed to cum untouched thanks to your efforts on his body.

Maybe he'll take his revenge on you some other time, you know, when he has higher thought again.

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #al haitam x reader #alhaitham smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

His (PT 2)

Pairing: Kai Parker x Male Reader Genre: Smut (+18) Requested by: @amore-xoxo A/N: Again, this is the first time I've written a Top!Male Reader, really sorry if it's dodgy. Warning: Small mention of blood.

A soft gasp sounds through the room as Y/n slowly coughs for air. His hands fly to his throat, it feels scratchy and dry… begging for some kind of cure. Y/n’s eyes squint at the harsh sunlight that fills the room, his ears, unfocused, hearing all sorts of sounds from outside the room, yet one sound stood out: the sequential lub-dub of a heartbeat. Y/n’s attention turns to the boy who sits quietly on his bed with a small cut on his neck. Y/n feels a sharp pain shoot through his mouth as his canines sharpen and lower from his upper dentures. 

“You know what you have to do…” Kai’s voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the bed. In seconds, Kai’s back is pressed against the wall, Y/n’s arm squeezing his neck against the wall. “What did you do to me?!” Y/n angrily questions. Kai only smirks back at the confused and angry boy. “You’re a smart boy. You know exactly what’s happening to you…” The heretic teases as he watches the realisation dawn on Y/n. 

“Dean, be a good boy and offer Y/n here something to drink.” Kai commands the boy, causing the boy sitting on the bed to stand and move over to Kai and Y/n, offering his neck to the transitioning vampire. “All yours.” Dean mutters flirtatiously towards Y/n, glancing between Kai and Dean. Y/n’s pupils turn a bloody red as veins grow intensively under Y/n’s eyes as his gaze shifts towards Dean’s open wound. 

“Take a bite.” Kai soothes, gripping Y/n’s neck and pushing him closer to Dean’s wound. Y/n’s mouth opens, his fangs sharp and protruding, before he latches onto Dean’s wound, digging into his neck. Dean moans softly at the feeling of life draining from his body as Y/n viciously feeds off him. The euphoric feelings rush through Y/n’s body before Dean’s body soon falls limp and dead on the ground. 

“God, you look so sexy.” Kai admires as Y/n pulls away surprised and shocked by his actions. “I-I killed him…” Y/n splutters with a bloody mouth terrified by his actions. “And now you’re a vampire. Look forget about him and look at me.” Kai mutters flippantly, grabbing Y/n’s neck again and forcing the newly transitioned vampire to look at him again. “Tell me the truth, do you want me?” 

Y/n’s lips don’t take long before they are pressed against Kai’s lips, kissing them lustfully and passionately. Y/n felt all his inhibitions slip away, the only thing that mattered was what Kai wanted, and Kai wanted him. So, Y/n was his to have. Kai kissed the vampire back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling the boy closer to him. “I knew you wanted me.” Kai says between moans before being vamp-sped onto the bed. “You wanted me first.”

Shirtless and moaning, Y/n sits on Kai’s lap while the heretic kisses down Y/n’s body. “But you want me more.” Kai teases before his lips close over Y/n’s nipple eliciting a moan from the new vampire. “You’re an ass.” Y/n breathes out before moaning again as he feels Kai’s hands swiftly undo his belt. “But you like that about me… and I bet you want mine too.”  In a moment of swiftness, Kai and Y/n, were both naked, their bodies pressing against each other as they kissed.

Y/n gasped softly when he felt Kai’s hand grip his cock and his own, stroking them together. Kai, using his strength, pushes Y/n on his back before his head moves down to Y/n’s cock. He softly grabs Y/n’s cock and gently licks the tip of his cock before swirling his tongue around the head of the cock. “Stop teasing….” Y/n moans firmly, lurching his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper into Kai’s mouth. 

Y/n’s fingers grip the heretic’s dark brown hair controlling the way Kai’s head bops up and down on his cock, while Kai’s tongue softly massages Y/n’s leaking cock. Kai felt his head being pushed further down Y/n’s cock, which the heretic relaxes his throat taking the cock deeper, and gagging on it causing Y/n to moan, his back arching ever so slightly. 

Kai’s cock now hung over Y/n’s mouth while his mouth hovered over Y/n’s wet cock. In seconds, Kai’s cock sunk into Y/n’s mouth sliding up and down while the new vampire worked his tongue on the cock all while Kai’s mouth softly kisses Y/n’s cock. Y/n’s mouth moved off Kai’s cock, licking and kissing Kai’s balls before moving to his taint. Kai felt his lover’s tongue tease its way to his hole. 

Y/n passionately worked at the heretic’s hole, swirling his tongue around the hole spelling all sorts of things. “Mmh…” Kai huffed as he felt Y/n’s tongue push in and out of his hole. It wasn’t long before Y/n’s fingers made their way to Kai's entrance and started to push themselves in. One by one, a finger pushed into the heretic’s hole, stretching him out. “More, Y/n.” Kai whined, his pleasure intensifying at the feeling of Y/n’s fingers thrusting into him.

Y/n’s hard and lubed cock lightly presses against Kai’s entrance. “You need help there, cutie?” Kai teases, on all fours, slightly annoyed by the teasing. “Oh, fuck!” Kai sharply moans, when Y/n’s cock pushed itself into his hole. “Don’t be a brat.” Y/n snarked as he started to thrust his hips back and forth. The sound of skin slapping fills the room coupled with Y/n and Kai’s moans.

Kai lies on his back with his one leg by Y/n’s side and his other leg draped over Y/n’s shoulder while Y/n’s hard cock pushes deep inside of his hole. Y/n moans deeply when he feels Kai’s hole clench around his cock. His thrusts speed up, chasing the pleasure that only Kai’s hole can provide. The vampire and heretic simultaneously moan when Y/n’s cock fully disappears into Kai’s hole, pushing against Kai’s spot causing the heretic to recoil in intense pleasure. 

“Cum for me, Kai.” Y/n smoothly demands, stroking Kai’s cock while the heretic rides Y/n’s cock. “Mmm…” Kai moans loudly as cum shoots onto his chest while some of his seed spill onto Y/n’s hand. Kai’s hole clenches tightly around Y/n’s cock as a result of his orgasm, causing the Y/n to thrust himself upward into Kai. Y/n’s teeth sink into his lips as his cock throbs inside Kai’s ass, before his warm cum spills out of his cock straight into Kai’s ass. 

“Oh my god!” Caroline’s voice shrieks, shutting the dorm room door immediately. “I just saw a naked Y/n and a naked Kai… together.” Caroline gags as she pushes Bonnie and Elena away from the dorm room. “I think we scared your friends.” Kai whispers, as Y/n kisses down his neck. “They’ll get over it.” Y/n murmurs as he hungrily continues to kiss down Kai’s neck. 

#x male reader #xmalereader #tvd x malereader #tvd x male reader #tvd #kai parker x male reader #kai parker

[cassberry]

(Looking to watch 3rd Life, Last Life or Double Life? Here you go!)

If you are looking for a guide of some Limited Life episodes to catch up on for no particular reason at all (certainly not a new season being around the corner), I've got you covered!

Now I'm not going to lie, trying to curate this list for Limited Life broke me. The mechanics of this season meant that you gained time by killing other players and in doing so it felt like 50 things were happening all at once constantly across the server. As such I haven't been able to get absolutely everything onto this list, but I did try my best to get all the important events and a wide range of perspectives!

WARNING: Incredibly long read more where I go over why I picked certain POV's and what to expect. I do so love to ramble. Spoilers ahead!

SESSION ONE

Skizz - Breaking from tradition from recommending Grian first because you need to watch Skizz's POV first out of everyone unspoiled. The way things unraveled this episode felt like a sitcom in the best and worst ways lol 

Grian - Just a good solid first episode honestly and with the start of the Bad Boys™ how can you not love it. 

Scar -  I really have no words for whatever is the dynamic of the Clockers because you really just have to see it to understand. It’s a fun episode and as Scar, Cleo and Bdubs have set up near spawn, you always get to see something interesting. 

Big B - Big B’s episodes are always a treat as he does super long ones that give you a little more insight into what's happening on the server, rather than just the big events. But if you wanted something specific to watch, his last 10 minutes of this episode were a blast. 

SESSION TWO

Joel - Bad Boys Bread Bridge was both the most amazing and ugliest build on the server and I’m so glad it was made. Also Joel gets some amazing kills this episode that are so tense to watch. 

Martyn - Look this one is here because of a little personal bias. Martyn shouts me out in the episode so I couldn’t not add it lol It’s also a very good episode in of itself in that it introduces the Mean Gills and I’ll always be a Mean Gills supporter. Also that Tilly roast? oof 

Pearl - Pearl is constantly on the move this episode and living up to her Nosy Neighbour title so watch her episode if you want some good gossip and to see the lay of the land. 

Tango - Tango always delivers a solid episode and as he was building the TIES Tower a majority of the time he receives a lot of foot traffic through the area creating some fun interactions. 

SESSION THREE

Scar - And in this episode of Limited Life, Scar rediscovers the joys of minecart TNT. 

Impulse - Impulse is such a fun boogey to watch, and the way he edited this episode around his thought process of who to kill was great. 

Grian - Kind of a different episode this session as Grian was sick so he was afk the entire time. It was very very very funny to watch, but as he wasn’t interacting with anyone you’re going to miss a lot of context if you only watch his POV. You should still give this a watch though! 

Joel - Watching poor Joel run around after Grian trying to keep him safe was incredibly entertaining lmao 

SESSION FOUR

Scott - I believe Grian said it best, but this session felt like a final session with the way the yellows were chasing after the greens. It was pure chaos the entire time and Scott beautifully evading them all until his descent into yellow was perfection. 

Tango - Tango is here for the same reason as Scott but as the last green the final hunt for him was terrifying to watch. 

Cleo - I love Cleo’s episodes and this one was just a joy. She was slightly sick this week but I feel like that only lowered her inhibitions to do some out of pocket stuff. 

Jimmy - The exciting saga of Judge Judy and Executioner continues in Jimmy’s episode this week and if you didn’t know anything about it, that's ok! Neither did anyone else on the server except for Jimmy, Pearl and Big B lmao consider this the best episode to watch if you want this plotline covered. 

SESSION FIVE 

Etho - Considering the episode starts off with Etho having to babysit Bdubs, then an awkward family dinner and an explosive game of catch, I really couldn’t have asked for a better Etho video. 

Big B - This session was a lot more calm than the previous, so there was a lot more alliance talk happening. Big B has a great perspective on all that as he and Pearl get up to a tonne of mischief that causes some problems with some alliances they already had. 

Scott - Once again this was an alliance building week and Scott’s episode really highlights some of the more fun things that happened to make and break some relationships. 

Grian - Poor Bread Bridge o7 you will be missed. Thankfully M-Rye 5 was there at the end to rain chaos from above. (<-sentences that make no sense out of context) 

SESSION SIX 

Cleo & Pearl - I couldn’t choose between either of these two this session. Both Cleo and Pearl were out sick so they handed over their accounts to two other players. I won’t spoil who they are but these episodes were amazing. 

Jimmy - The Bad Boys were going through it this week goddamn lol It never stops being funny how much of a mess everything becomes when they get together. 

Martyn - It was his birthday this session and he’s just a little guy! Surely nothing would go wrong at his birthday party? And certainly not caused by him! 

Tango - The last half of Tango’s episode is just a comical amount of deaths that only get funnier and funnier as the time between them shortens. 

SESSION SEVEN

Skizz - Oh Skizz. You are too good for this world. His ending for this episode was heartbreaking and Affirmation Station will live on in my heart forever.

Scott - I love watching Scott run around the map and hunt people down because he is so good at the game! I believe he had the highest kill count this session and I loved every minute of it. 

Joel - (Major Spoilers) Ah Joel it just wasn’t meant to be! But hearing the desperation in his voice grow higher and higher as the clock ticked down was nail biting. Scar - Just a good Scar episode honestly! Shows what the Clockers are up to during all the chaos and a great view of the server devolving into anarchy.

SESSION EIGHT 

Martyn - WOOOO YESSSS LETS GOOOOOO (<- does that count as spoilers???)

I distinctly remember being on the edge of my seat this whole episode and Martyn delivers in every way possible for a fantastic final episode of the season. 

Impulse - I haven’t mentioned it yet but Impulse’s editing this season went wild and it's none more apparent than in this episode. He and his team went crazy for the finale. 

Etho - Such a fun episode!! The twist at the end with the diamond sword coming into play was everything I could have wanted and more. 

Pearl - It was really a toss up between Pearl and Scott for this last spot, but I loved her perspective for the one last minigame on the server. 

BONUS 

Bdubs - Do you have a spare 12 hours to dedicate to Limited Life? Then oh boy does Bdubs have a video for you! Instead of weekly videos he decided to collate all his episodes into one mammoth video which was an absolute blast to watch over a weekend! It’s a really interesting POV to watch because when LimLife was airing Bdubs would just appear all over the map and we never had any idea what he was doing so it was awesome to have some concrete evidence of his shenanigans. Definitely give this one a watch if you’re in the mood for a marathon! 

IN SUMMARY…

I swear if the next season is as messy as this one, I think I’m going to have to start taking notes when it's airing because I think this took years off my life haha if you think I’ve missed anything please tag it because I would love to see it! I definitely could have added more POV’s per session like I did with the Last Life and 3rd Life guides, but I think a more curated list helps keep down the overwhelming nature of trying to watch a million Limited Life episodes. 

But really, I loved watching Limited Life live so I’m glad I give myself an excuse each new season to go back and watch the season over again. There are so many little foreshadowed moments that you don’t see on the first watch and honestly it all just makes me more excited for the new season! Thanks for reading <3

#limited life smp #limited life #life series smp #trafficblr #mcyt #this was meant to be done ... ages ago but you know life gets in the way lol #i still love doing these :D #so im glad i got it done before the new season drops friday! #berry.posts

[taylortruther]

Rae, we actually have the same favorite (The Black Dog) and least favorite (thanK you aIMee) songs lol. I subjectively really love the album and have resonated a lot with it, although objectively I do recognize that as an art product, it's not as excellently curated and of the technical quality (cohesion, thematic continuity, etc) as say folklore or Midnights, but that's not the point of this album. Imo she really needed to put out this entire album as it is, completely raw, bloated, and unedited, in all of its glorious messiness. As a fellow pathological people pleaser, I find it very admirable that for once she decided to not cater to anyone's demands and expectations when in the past she has very obviously curated her work to be what the Recording Academy looked for (1989), what the public outside of her fans wanted from her (folkmore), or just to prove herself against critics (og Speak Now). She said "fuck that, I'm doing this for me because I need an exorcism from this" and not only do I really respect that but I also love it as personal character growth for her. I think this body of work is a very natural evolution of her artistry. I made a post about this but basically something that stood out to me a lot from this album is the intentional de-personalization of extremely personal feelings and stories. She seems to have decided for this project that in order to be free to be completely honest in her art, she needs to visualize herself, and thus her stories, as a third party, an external entity on which she's conducting a post-mortem examination. Consequently, the characters in her life are, too, bestowed upon fictional characters (Cassandra, Peter Pan, Ken, Sarahs and Hannahs, etc) from stories that have been told before and/or are familiar in some way to the listener. Then, the 4th wall is delightfully broken in Clara Bow, where she refers to Clara Bow and Stevie Nicks as the inherent precedents to Taylor Swift. But what's even more brilliant about this is that in this way, she is making Taylor Swift into a character in and of itself. She is actually attempting to externalize Taylor Swift from Taylor the real-life woman. By narrating her stories through tangible entities presented as completely external to herself, she is inhibited by the safety of this fictional/allegorical lense through which she's allowing her stories to be consumed, and as a result, she has unlimited freedom to be more personal than she has ever been in her art before. I'm really fascinated by this with this album and it's much more interesting to me personall than the muse discourse although I do find that fun and important too, but yeah right now ttps is my second favorite after folklore lol

yesss and i especially love that both closers - clara bow and the manuscript - have her externalizing these things. clara bow separates Taylor Swift, Commodity from taylor swift, flawed human being, and the manuscript separates the legacy of all too well, and the relationship that sparked it, from who she is now. it feels like a huge turning point in her work as an artist and a human tbh.

#clara bow #the manuscript

[nobrashfestivity]

I hope this does not resonate with some meanness that i do not intend but I feel i should make a brief statement here about who I *Ahem* block.

 I want to say first that most of you are great, real art lovers, people with interesting facts and insights and personal stories that enhance everyone’s appreciation. I’m grateful my followers here are these people, many of you have great blogs that have introduced me to things I didn’t know about,  but there are a couple of things I just don’t like to see here.

Most of these categories are obvious, bigots, hateful speech etc., but something less onerous that does get on my nerves after a while, are people that feel a need to talk about how bad the art is. I know this may seem minor and it’s a free country and all that, but it bothers me on couple of levels to the point where if it keeps on happening, I block the people doing it. I’m sure this is not great offense to them and most of them probably never even notice, but I’ll just explain why, not be grandiose, but to avoid further misunderstandings.

The main issue is a pretty broad internet trend, which is the idea that if you have an opinion, you must share it. There’s nothing wrong with your opinion and in fact i have posted art myself that I don’t particularly like but I find interesting or significant in some way. Thought provoking is a good category itself even if it does not check your aesthetic boxes. But i’d ask people to examine what is supposedly added, outside of ego satisfaction, by showing up just to try to knock holes in something other people enjoy.  I’m not talking here about a discussion. I think discussions are great about why someone likes or doesn’t get something. God knows I have a long list of art I can’t stand and am happy to chat about it. But, what I don’t do is find Jeff Koons paintings on tumblr and reply to them all “Garbage”. As tempting as that might be,  It’s not adding anything and it might be inhibiting to someone from discovering something new they might like, when they have to read random hatred about it. i know it seems like a mild thing but I think it’s good for all of us to remember we don’t hold the definitive stance on art. 

I find this particularly absurd and egotistical when it comes to everyone’s favorite easy target, abstract expressionism. You don’t have to like it! But Mark Rothko painted his last painting over 50 years ago. I guarantee you every learned pro or con is already on the books. Your “My kid could do that” comment embarrasses you, not him. It’s an annoyance to everyone to get these “I’m an artist and...”. Trust me, everyone is an artist, it’s not a special taste license. And, it also brings up the obvious point that, formalistically, your argument on de Kooning has no merit. Basically arguing that the only good painting is the one that really, really looks like the thing it is supposed to represent is, at best, an intellectual house of cards.

So please let people enjoy what they enjoy. I came late in life to certain things  like On Kawara, who didn’t make a lot of sense to me until I saw in person how beautifully he painted. In sense there was a line for me to Japanese art traditions of craftsmanship that I already admired and he was following. It lent weight to his presentation of conceptual art. It became not just the idea but the beauty of the object and that made me love him. 

Mostly, artists are just trying to express themselves and if they don’t do it in exactly the way you prefer, consider chalking that up to a difference in opinion.

As Orson Welles said, “When in doubt, don’t do anything.”

#personal

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 5

At lunch time on Thursday, all the teachers were in the teachers’ lounge having lunch together. The vampires were pretty accustomed to Claire’s scent now, though they still wouldn’t refuse a bite if she offered her neck up…

Loki still really struggled, though the constant application of vaseline did help, thankfully.

He felt incredibly worried about Friday night, Claire still planned to go to the river again to try and get through the fence. Loki tried talking her out of it, though she was adamant to get to the bottom of it. He could only hope that whatever his dad had planned would work, and he really hoped that Chris wouldn’t be sniffing around her again.

However, it turned out that Loki had other things to worry about much sooner…

‘Hey, why don’t we go for a few drinks tonight after work? To officially welcome Claire.’ Matt suggested, piquing multiple of the teacher’s interest and Claire’s face lit up.

Loki at first, was going to politely decline. While he wanted to spend more time with her, at the same time he didn’t because of how difficult it was to be around her, like torture that he couldn’t even touch her. Though his mind swiftly changed when Chris walked into the room.

‘Did I hear correctly, drinks after work tonight?’ Chris asked with a smile as he glanced around the room, his eyes lingered longer on Claire.

The rest were surprised that he even showed an interest in going, as he always declined previously whenever asked to join such a thing.

‘Yes, we were planning tonight after work. So, who’s in?’ Jeremy asked.

Loki prayed to high heavens that Claire would have some sort of prior engagement, though he could tell by the delighted look on her face that that wasn’t the case, unfortunately.

‘Me, definitely!’ She said excitedly.

Having moved from across the country, she’d left behind not only her family but her friends too. She had zero social life in Demsdale yet, which she didn’t like.

Everyone else nodded in agreement, aside from Severus. ‘Having to socialise with you all during work hours is tedious enough, I’m not going to do so willingly in my own time.’ He drawled.

‘Gee thanks, no need to sugarcoat it.’ David huffed and rolled his eyes at him.

‘Well, this will be a delightful evening, I’m sure.’ Chris began, looking at Claire then he looked at Loki with a slight smirk. ‘Nothing like a few alcoholic drinks to lower any inhibitions of colleagues, to get to know them on a more intimate level.’

Loki glared back at him. ‘Indeed.’ He said through gritted teeth and put on a fake smile.

The lounge buzzed with excited chatter after the decision had been made, even Chris hung around with a constant little smirk plastered on his face. Loki wanted nothing more than to slap said smirk right off him.

The afternoon classes flew in, and before they knew it, Claire and Loki were heading to meet with the other teachers at the front, now all the students had left the building.

‘Are you ok? You’ve been a bit quiet.’ Claire asked Loki as they made their way down the corridor.

Loki smiled, he liked how attentive she was. It may only be day four, but she could already tell when something bothered him.

‘I’m fine, thanks Claire. Just not overly fond of socializing.’ He chuckled.

‘Ah, why did you agree then? You could have declined like Severus did, just maybe in a nicer manner.’

‘True, but this little get together is for you, so I’ll put up with the others for a few drinks.’ He winked at her.

Claire’s stomach did somersaults, she felt a fuzzy feeling inside of her but tried to just ignore it.

‘What are you two still doing here?’ Loki’s bark made Claire jump as she hadn’t been paying attention.

Two students were lurking near the bathrooms.

‘Sorry, Sir. Just leaving now.’ One of them said and they both began walking away.

‘Wait.’ Loki called, making them both stop and they turned back around guiltily.

‘Hand it over.’ Loki said, his hand outstretched towards them. Claire raised an eyebrow as she watched on in confusion.

‘Wh… what?’ One of them stammered.

‘You know exactly what.’ Loki narrowed his eyes at him.

The student ashamedly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of white powder.

‘This will have to be reported, I suggest you both tell your parents so they don’t get a nasty surprise when the police turn up on your doorsteps tonight. Not only is having drugs in your possession ridiculously stupid, but taking it into school too? Have you been dealing to other students?’

‘No! No! It was just between us two. I’m sorry, Sir. Please don’t tell the police.’ The student begged and looked like he was going to cry.

‘I’m sorry boys, but it’s my duty to report this.’ Loki said with a tiny bit of regret in his voice.

The two students sulked off out of the building, Loki shook his head with a sigh as he went into the bathroom, Claire followed him in, even though it was the boy’s bathroom.

‘What are you doing?’ Claire asked.

Loki went into one of the cubicles and tipped the bag out into the toilet, flushing away the evidence.

‘They’re intelligent kids, never been in trouble before. I suspect they’ve mixed in with the wrong crowd, peer pressure, I’m hoping this will be enough to scare them, and if they tell their parents they will get enough of a punishment from them, I’m sure. I’ll have another word with them tomorrow. I believe in second chances, plus it’s only a little amount, so hopefully they will learn from this.’

‘How did you know they had it?’ Claire asked as they headed back out into the corridor.

‘I could smell it.’ Loki said without thinking, but he could feel Claire’s eyes boring into the side of his face. ‘I uh, have a pretty good sense of smell. Besides, they were obviously up to something and I saw a small bulge in his pocket.’

‘Wow, I thought I was pretty good at spotting things, but that’s something else entirely. It’s nice that you’re giving them another chance, since they’re not normally troublemakers.’

‘Of course. Many of the students wouldn’t be here if we came down super hard on them for every little stupid mistake, they’re at the age of experimenting with many different things and getting in with wrong crowds. Sometimes a little scare is all they need, but sometimes it takes actually calling the police, unfortunately.’ Loki smiled softly.

Claire and Loki joined Michael, Jeremy, Hannibal and Matt at the entrance. It wasn’t long before David and Jessica came along. Loki wanted to head off straight away before Chris appeared, but no such luck, as Chris arrived promptly.

‘Everybody’s here, let’s go!’ Michael said as he rubbed his hands together.

Everyone headed out, Chris stepped in next to Claire, pushing Loki behind them as he draped his arm around her shoulder. ‘I hope you’re enjoying your first week here and Loki hasn’t been too demanding?’ Chris asked.

‘Not at all, I’m enjoying working with him. My first week has been really good, it’s a great school.’ Claire replied.

‘That’s good to hear. At least tonight I’ll get to know you more, can’t have Loki hogging you all for himself after all.’ Chris spoke quietly with an alluring tone.

Claire had goosebumps rising on her skin as she could feel his warm breath against her ear, he spoke in such a sensuous manner.

Jessica noticed Loki staring daggers into the back of Chris’ head, she’d never seen veins close to popping on someone’s neck so much before, close to blowing his lid.

‘Yes, Loki has been hogging you. Now we can finally have some girly chat, too.’ Jessica said brightly as she grabbed Claire’s hand and pulled her forward.

While Loki was relieved that Chris no longer had Claire in his clutches, he still wasn’t overly pleased about her being touched by another vampire, but he knew she was safe enough now so managed to calm himself down a little.

When they arrived at the bar, they were lucky to get a large enough booth table for them all. It was a cosy place, with low but warm lighting and plenty of music memorabilia lined the walls, music played in the background and Claire spotted a jukebox in the corner, she mentally took note for later. Some people were playing darts and pool, it had a nice chilled out atmosphere even with it being relatively busy, especially for a Thursday night.

‘This is our usual haunt, it’s a great wee place.’ David said to Claire as everyone took off their coats.

‘I love it. This is my kind of place.’ Claire grinned as she soaked up the atmosphere.

She scooted into the booth next to Matt, Chris attempted to go in next to her but Loki swiftly sat down first and moved in closer to Claire. Chris just smirked as he sat down opposite instead. Loki began to wonder which was worse, as now he sat in her direct eyeline.

The others all squeezed in too, Hannibal took everyone’s drink orders and went up to the bar to get the first round.

‘Just so you know, you’re not paying a penny tonight. This is our treat for you.’ Michael said to Claire, the others nodded in agreement.

‘No, I can’t expect that of you all.’ Claire argued.

‘No arguing, Claire. It’s our treat to welcome you in, and it’s part of our wicked plan to get you drunk and to feed you so that you like us so much you never want to leave.’ Jeremy teased.

Hannibal ended up getting some food for the table to snack on while they drank. Even though the conversation flowed casually, Claire noticed some tension between Loki and Chris. While Chris seemed to enjoy poking little teasing comments at Loki, Loki just seemed pissed off whenever Chris opened his mouth. She decided to wait for the right moment to ask someone if there was beef between the two.

She didn’t need to wait long, after bragging a little about her pool skills, David challenged her to a game. They took their drinks over to the pool table while the others remained at the table, apart from Matt who went to watch and make sure they played fair.

Chris ended up going to play darts with Hannibal, so that gave Loki a little breathing room to enjoy his drink and converse with the others that were left at the table with him.

‘So, what’s the deal between Loki and Chris? Could cut the tension with a knife.’ Claire asked David and Matt halfway through their game, with Claire in the lead.

David took his shot, but missed getting a ball in the pocket. ‘Damn it!’ He grabbed the chalk and rubbed it on the end of his cue. ‘Loki and Chris… well, they have quite a bit of history. It’s not our place to tell, really.’

‘Let’s just say, they have a very different outlook on certain… subjects.’ Matt uttered.

Claire looked round at Loki and could see how much more relaxed he was with Chris being away from the table.

‘Are you taking your shot or not?’ David asked cheekily as he poked Claire's side with his cue, making her jump.

‘Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. I’m just letting it sink in for you how much you suck at this game.’ She grinned and took aim.

‘Ooooh, you’re getting totally roasted, mate.’ Matt laughed.

David narrowed his eyes at Matt.  

Claire took her shot and got one of her balls into the pocket. David watched on apprehensively as she only had two more balls to go before going for the black ball, while he still had four to pocket first.

‘And thrashed!’ Matt sniggered as Claire went on to pocket another ball, then to David’s relief she missed the third one so he could at least get a chance to try and catch up.

‘I can not let a girl beat me at pool.’ David muttered as he took his time getting his aim right.

Matt and Claire looked at one another with a grin, Claire tried her best to hold back laughter. David got his ball into a pocket, then missed the next.

Just as Claire cockily took position, bent over the green velvet table and focused on taking aim, Chris stalked over to them. ‘Well, what a delightful position you’re in, darling. Best be careful, beautiful woman such as yourself in such a compromising manner while surrounded by males could be risky...’ He purred, just as she took her shot.

She missed completely, the ball went flying against the side of the table and scooted right past the ball she had been aiming for.

‘Shit!’ She hissed and stood up straight, she looked round at Chris and glared at him. ‘You cost me my shot.’ She whined, but blushed a little from the way he looked at her with his piercing gaze. Even though he was clearly flirting and teasing around, there was just something extremely intimidating about him, a hidden danger that she couldn’t put her finger on that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

‘She doesn’t need to be careful, perfectly safe here with us.’ Loki growled as he approached. He’d caught Chris heading over, so wanted to make sure he wasn’t over stepping the line, and he’d heard everything.

Claire smiled brightly at Loki, while Loki could seem intimidating too when he wanted to, there was something really warming about him. She felt unusually safe and content around him. Though she did feel safe around them all, really, but Loki more so. She just put that down to the fact that she had spent the most time with him, after all.

‘Two shots to me!’ David said gleefully as he took his shots.

Chris stayed rooted to the spot and folded his arms over his chest as he smirked at Loki. Loki scowled at him and tried to make sure he couldn’t get too close to Claire, especially when she took her shots.

Even with the previous distraction, Claire still managed to beat David at the game. He could often be a bit of a sore loser, but he shook her hand in good spirit. ‘Good game, good game.’

‘Putting on a brave face. Well done.’ Loki teased and patted his shoulder.

They all went back to the table and had a few more drinks before calling it a night, with it being a school night after all, no one wanted to be teaching with a sore head in the morning.

Jessica, Hannibal and Claire ended up sharing a taxi since they lived in the same direction.

‘I’ll make sure she gets in safe, I promise.’ Jessica whispered to Loki, seeing the worry on his face.

‘Thank you.’ Loki nodded.

Everyone else split in their own directions home too. However, Chris wasn’t finished with his night out.

He went around the back of the bar to find two drunken girls stumbling around the alley, smoking cigarettes. As he stalked up to them with large strides, he put on a charming smile when he reached them.

‘Good evening, ladies.’ He purred.

‘Why hellooo handsome.’ One of them slurred as she looked him up and down. ‘What can we do for you?’ She said suggestively.

Chris’ fangs slowly emerged and he grinned widely, showing his sharp pearly whites off to them. ‘You can scream and put up a fight for me, I do love it when my meal struggles.’ He growled before lunging at them.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #michael fassbender #david tennant #loki fic #vampire Loki #the redbridge hunts #severus snape #jessica chastain #chris motionless #jeremy renner #matt murdock #hannibal

[weemsfreak]

Can you write a fic about reader being depressed/in bed alot and not taking care of themselves so one day Larissa takes care of them and spoils them?! :)

Take Care of Me

Hello! I love this idea and I hope this is what you wanted! I might have gotten sappy at the end as I wrote it when I was intoxicated lol

Anyway, enjoy :)

Warnings: Depression, suicidal ideation, I think that's it

Some days you couldn't get out of bed. It wasn't that you didn't want to of course, you just really couldn't bring yourself to. Your amazing girlfriend, Larissa, knew of your illness, but never saw you so stuck before, so involuntarily inhibited.

 The morning she noticed that you weren't your usual self and couldn't get out of bed, she called in a substitute and told you to stay home. That was three days ago. When she got home Thursday night, she slipped into bed with you and hugged you close to her without saying a word. She knew that you didn’t want to talk, and she let you cry into her without a second thought. It's not that you weren't happy with your relationship, hell it was the only thing that you thanked the gods for. You were just unsure, insecure, and tired. Your mind never ever stopped and you were oh so tired. Friday morning when you woke up, Larissa was still in bed next to you. You looked at her back, strong and pale, her hair spilling over her onto the pillow like a waterfall. God she was beautiful. You took in her freckles and the white of her hair, not a dark strand to be found. You felt yourself smile for the first time in days, but you still had no energy to get yourself up. You looked to your phone and scrolled before realizing what time it was, 9am. "Shit, Larissa get up, get up!" you sat up and shook her gently. She rolled over towards you and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back down. "What's wrong darling" she mumbled, still half asleep. "Riss, you slept in!" you said with urgency. Larissa opened her eyes and peered down at you, a small smile lit up her face. She said nothing and pulled you into her, nuzzling your face into her neck. She sighed, "Don’t worry love, I took the day off." You looked up at her with a confused look on your face, "You what?" Larissa barely took any days off, even when she needed a well deserved break. "I'm not going into work today, go back to sleep" she said quietly as she kissed your forehead. "Why? What happened?" you asked, still confused. She chuckled and looked down at you, "I took a day off to stay home with you, is that so hard to believe?" she jested. As much as you didn't want to admit it, it was hard to believe. Did she think you were incapable? Needy? Annoying? Did she think that you needed her to take care of you? In reality you did, but you didn't, you shouldn't. "Riss, I don't need you to take care of me" you grumbled, slightly annoyed. She started peppering kisses on your face which made you giggle. She cupped your face and looked at you with half lidded eyes, "I know you don't darling, I just wanted to relax with you." You took a deep breath as you calmed down further from your panic and rested your head against Larissa's chest, hearing her strong heart beat made you feel safe and it lulled you back to sleep.

You awoke around lunch time, this time you jolted upright with an anxiousness in your chest. You scanned the bedroom, Larissa wasn't next to you anymore. She probably decided to go into work, since you would just sleep the day away anyway. Tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of disappointing her and you put your head in your hands as they fell. You didn't want to feel like this, a body that won't start and a brain that won't stop. You knew you had so much potential and so much to do in life, but something was holding you back, something always held you back. You hoped that Larissa wasn't mad at you for not being productive this week. You haven't showered in days, you only ate snacks, and you desperately needed some fresh air. As you sobbed quietly, you heard the door to the bedroom open and Larissa entered from the kitchen. "Darling, what's wrong?" she said quietly, sitting next to you and pulling you into her arms. "Larissa I'm so tired" you sobbed into her chest. You took a deep breath, "I smell bad and I'm hungry and I look like shit" you sniffled. Larissa kissed your head before lifting your chin to meet your gaze. She smiled, "Can you get out of bed for me love? I want to help you." You looked into her deep blue eyes and found only kindness, adoration, and love. You wiped your eyes as you nodded slowly and reached to place a big kiss on her cheek. You would get out of bed, you could get out of bed, for her. She picked you up and you wrapped your legs around her as she carried you to the bathroom. She ran a bath for you with soothing oils and rose petals that she seemingly pulled out of nowhere before telling you to strip. You did so a little reluctantly before she picked you up and placed you in the bath. You laid back and closed your eyes, not even wanting to wash yourself, this was good enough. After a minute you felt a warm cloth on your skin and you peeled your eyes open to see your girlfriend sitting next to the bath. She smiled at you as she offered you a snack and a drink, which you gladly took. She gently washed you, and you basked in the warmth of hers and the waters touch. Once you were clean, Larissa took your hair out of it's bun and began brushing it. She hummed to you as she untangled your hair and ran her fingers through your scalp. You even mustered enough energy to shave while she worked on your hair. "Do you want to wet your hair, darling? So I can wash it?" You looked at her and nodded, sinking down into the tub. You took a deep breath and submerged yourself entirely, the water surrounding your whole body felt so cooling and calming. You opened your eyes while underwater and saw Larissa staring down at you. The water distorted her face and she looked so far away, even though you knew she was close. For a moment, you pictured yourself in the ocean, surrounded by an endless amount of water. You thought about sinking deeper and deeper, not even trying to save yourself from whatever was dragging you down. Perhaps you were letting yourself sink, maybe even wishing that you did. As tears threatened to fall down your face, you realized that it was impossible, you were submerged in water. You closed your eyes again and made no attempt to get out of the water, you could hold your breath a little longer. After some time you felt a hand reach for you and all of a sudden you were no longer underwater. You gasped for air and opened your eyes, realizing that you were in fact crying again. "Y/N that's not what I meant!" Larissa rushed out nervously. You blinked at her, "I know Riss. The water is just calming." She dropped her gaze to the floor for a moment before she shook her head and grabbed the shampoo, then she started to scrub your hair.

Once you were out of the bath and brushed your teeth, Larissa carried you and sat you at her vanity. She got out her lotion and rubbed it on your whole body, legs, arms, face, tummy, hands, and feet. She disappeared for a moment before coming back to you with a bag of nail polish. "Pick a colour love, I'll paint your fingernails and toenails to match" she hummed with a wide smile. You looked down at all the colors and set your eyes on black. Usually that's what you would pick, but today you wanted something different. You put your hand in the bag and searched for a bottle, lifting one out and presenting it to her. "This one?" Larissa asked, and you nodded your head with no hesitation. Once your fingernails and toenails matched, Larissa picked you up and set you on her lap. She sat you so that you were facing her, straddling her thighs. She began to do your makeup, secretly hoping that you wouldn't start crying again and smudge any of it. She did your simple look of eyeliner, mascara, blush, and she finished with red lipstick, her signature shade. She brought her hands up to cup your cheek and tiled your head down, giving a kiss to your forehead. She smiled, "There, my little puppy looks good as new." You felt tears threatening to spill again at Larissa's kindness but held them back, knowing they would smudge your makeup. You grabbed Larissa's face and lovingly pressed your lips to hers, hoping to calm yourself and prevent yourself from crying. You kissed your girlfriend passionately for a couple of minutes before she pulled back. "You smudged your lipstick" she fake growled against your lips. "I thought you needed some too" you winked.

Larissa picked you up and plopped you on the bed as you watched her get dressed and do her hair and makeup. She then came over to you with an outfit and touched up your lipstick. After you were dressed, she took your hand and sat on the bed beside you. "I have a surprise for you darling, if you're okay with going out today." You stared at her for a minute as you contemplated going out. You realized that you hadn't even walked around the apartment for days, Larissa had carried you everywhere today. Perhaps it was time to go outside, you knew you needed to see the trees and feel the breeze on your skin again. "Okay" you said quietly, trying to sound sure of yourself.

You stared out the window as Larissa drove down the winding roads of Jericho. It was a nice day, sunny but not too warm. You watched as you drove past your favorite noodle place, and you must have sighed because Larissa noticed what you were looking at. You pulled up to a hair salon that you've never been to before, but you recognized it as the place Larissa gets her hair done. You looked over at her and furrowed your brows. She grinned at you as her eyes sparkled, "I thought you could get your hair done, love. You could get a cut, color, whatever you want, it's on me." You looked at the salon and tried to picture yourself going in. You didn't have the energy to make conversation with anyone, but you did need your bangs trimmed, and you have been wanting to darken your hair for sometime now. You looked over at Larissa again with pleading eyes. "You don’t have to talk love. I'll come with you and make conversation. Just tell me what you want."

Almost two hours later you exited the salon. You had to admit, the dark color was a look on you, especially with your red nails and lips that matched Larissa's perfectly. Once you were in the car you pulled Larissa into a hug and squished your face to hers. "Thank you so much baby" you mumbled, giving her soft kisses on the lips. She brought her lips to your ear and husked, "Anytime darling, you look absolutely ravishing" before giving you a wink.

You stayed silent as Larissa drove. You were feeling a bit better about yourself now, you felt clean and rather pretty, you'd admit it. You watched your girlfriend as she drove, she was truly an angel sent from heaven. She never made you feel bad about yourself over your looks or your emotions, and she showed you nothing but love. So why did you feel so bad about yourself? Why did you feel so bad about everything? You were pulled out of your trance as she turned into the mall and parked. "What are we doing?" you asked confused. "We're going shopping!" Larissa exclaimed. You frowned, but you weren't totally opposed to it. You knew she loved to shop, but you only liked it when you were in the mood. Her smile faded but remained soft, "We won't be long, darling."

You walked through the mall with Larissa's hand in yours as she led you to a store. You had been at the shop with her before, but you had never bought anything yourself. It was full of very fancy and expensive clothing, clothing you liked, but had never wanted to spend the money on. Larissa led you to a rack of clothing that was your size and gestured to it. "What?" you asked, "This rack isn't your size." She giggled and put her hand on your back as she started to look through the dresses. "Pick out an outfit darling, I want to buy you something nice." Your eyes widened as you stared up at her, you didn't want her to spend more money on you. "Riss, this stuff is nice but it's too expensive" you whispered. She chuckled at you and kissed your forehead, "I'm buying you something nice, and that's final. Now pick something out" she said sternly. After 20 minutes, you had picked out a black jumpsuit, red dress, and a white two piece skirt. You hollered over to Larissa that you were going to try them on and made your way to the dressing room. As you tried on the outfits, you couldn't help but look at the price tag. You appreciated Larissa spoiling you and caring for you, but you didn't want her to spend all of her money on you. Surprisingly, you liked all of the outfits. More so than you usually did when you tried stuff on. Usually you hated picking out clothes, you guessed that these were expensive for a reason. You sighed, you couldn't make up your mind. Usually you opted for darker clothing and style, but today you were feeling a little different. You stepped out of the dressing room in the white two piece skirt and found Larissa waiting for you. "Hey Riss, do you like this?" She looked up from her phone and eyed you up and down, her mouth opening when she did. She smiled, "Y/N, that looks stunning on you, love." You looked down at the outfit questioningly, "Really?" You could see from the look in Larissa's eyes that she loved it on you, but it was still weird stepping out of your comfort zone. "Of course, white looks marvellous on you. Moving away from black, are we?" she taunted. A blush crept up on your cheeks as you looked to the ground, "Just this once" you mumbled. After Larissa bought you the outfit, she insisted that you go to the washroom and change. You weren't sure what her plan was, but you had to admit that spending this time with her and getting to dress up was super fun.

When you were on the road again, Larissa told you to close your eyes and not to peak. After a few minutes, you were still driving and you wondered why she told you to close your eyes so early. "Riss, I'm scared, why do I have to close my eyes?" She chuckled at you before turning into a parking lot. "Okay darling, now open!" You opened your eyes and swivelled your head around to see your favorite noodle place. Your eyes lit up and you almost smiled, almost. You turned to Larissa as a blush crept up on your cheeks. You reached out for her and she leaned into you, hugging you tight. "You know me so well" you whispered.

You both were dressed too fancy for this restaurant. You looked like you were going to an expensive restaurant, and you knew Larissa would rather that. Yet, here you were, eating noodles together at an average looking place. Larissa and you both got the ramen, and you held back a laugh when she picked up the chop sticks and put too many noodles into her mouth, panicking and looking at you with wide eyes. You reached your hand out and held her unoccupied hand, eating your noodles in the same messy fashion that she was. Larissa wasn't the best with chop sticks, but she tried, she would do anything to make you happy.

As Larissa pulled up to the beach downtown, you wondered how many places she's taken you today. You didn't want her to think you were fragile or needed to be coaxed out of your depressive episode, but you appreciated it none the less. As you got out of the car, Larissa took off her heels. "C'mon love, take your shoes off and follow me." You did as she said and grabbed her hand, following her down the sandy beach. As you walked slightly behind her, the sun illuminated her figure in a golden hue. You realized that Larissa was your rock, your savior, and your saving grace. She was always there for you when nobody else was, and in reality, she always had more energy and strength than you did, even though she worked harder than you.

"Two chocolate ice cream please" you watched your girlfriend say to the woman at the ice cream booth with a smile. God you would never ever get tired of that smile, her cute chubby cheeked, toothy smile. You walked along the beach further with your ice creams, feeling the hot sand in your toes. You needed this, to feel alive. To see the ocean, feel the sand and the breeze, to be able to breathe in the warm air. Until this point, all you've felt is trapped, no air, no ability to breathe. For days you've felt like you were in the ocean, trapped under water with nobody to save you and nowhere to go.

Larissa placed a blanket down on the sand, which she again pulled out of nowhere, and sat down, patting the spot next to her. You sat down and stared at the ocean, eating your ice cream and just trying to be in the moment. As the sun started setting, you looked around the beach and saw so many people sitting together, enjoying being alive. Perhaps there are moments in which being here is worth it. The world can be a lovely, enjoyable place, with lots of beauty to admire. You looked over at Larissa, who was lost in the sound of the ocean. You admired her beauty, you could never create someone as ethereal and as stunning as she was, it was literally impossible. You thanked the gods, old and new, that she was real, she was here, and she was yours. You really didn't want to save yourself, hell, you didn't know how. But maybe, just maybe, Larissa was sent to you for a reason. Maybe Larissa Weems, your incredible girlfriend and hopefully soon to be wife, was here to save you from yourself. Maybe life was worth living, if you could live it with her. You decided in that moment that as long as Larissa was alive, you wanted to be too. You smiled for the second time in the past few days, at nothing other than Larissa herself. You smiled not your hair, or the dress, or the food that she bought you, but at the angel before you, she never failed. You had Larissa, and that was everything you needed. A tear fell down your cheek as you smiled at her, and you had to stop yourself from bursting into tears. This time, it wasn't because you were sad, but because you were grateful, and in love. Larissa's eyes met yours as she licked her ice cream, and she watched a tear fall down your face. Her smile turned to a frown as she cupped your cheek in her hand. "What's wrong my love?" she asked. You looked into those sapphire eyes, ones you prayed you could get lost in forever. You grabbed the back of her head and crashed her lips to yours, tasting the chocolate ice cream that she had on her tongue. You kissed her and cried a bit before pulling back and resting your forehead against hers. "Thank you for taking care of me Larissa. I owe you my life, and I love you with every fibre of my being."

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[golvio]

The interview talking about Ganon’s focus on appearances, yet that not being relevant in-game, is still really weird to me.

Like…what does that mean for Ganon as a character? Is he self-conscious? Is he a perfectionist in terms of both his magic/martial techniques and his appearance? Is he hard on himself when he feels like he isn’t measuring up?

Also, what does that mean about his relationships with other people? The other Gerudo seemed to love him as a celebrity, or at least thought they loved him. Was his focus on appearances purely a manipulative tactic, or was it spawned from him being held to extremely high expectations as future leader the same way Riju was? Or was it both?

Did this focus on appearances have something to do with his thing for puppets, given that he spent most of his life effectively puppeteering his own body to restrain his less dignified emotional expressions? Could that line about “entertaining” Link by presenting himself as the image of what Link wanted have been given additional implications by a writer who genuinely wanted to spend time developing Ganon as a character?

And what was the deal with his demon transformation? When he changed, he seemed…happier? Was it just the power rush lowering his inhibitions and making him more outwardly expressive, or was it genuinely a relief that he didn’t have to fit his old image anymore? How does that tie in with him becoming a rampaging asshole once he returned home? Did he always want to do that, or did he fly into a rage when his people rejected his new form?

What does that mean for his general transformations throughout the game and the BotW arc as a whole? Was the real reason he didn’t really do anything while Link was active because he was ashamed of his diminished appearance and wanted to look beautiful and impressive again?

How did he feel about Draconification? Did the thought of losing his identity altogether and therefore losing control of his presentation and how others perceived him distress him? Does that have any implications for the similar state he was in as Calamity Ganon before he properly awakened? Was being in a state of barely identifiable sludge that couldn’t pull itself together into something coherent, much less beautiful, a kind of personal hell for him?

Did the Calamity ever have moments where he remembered who he used to be, or felt this vague sense that he was supposed to be something else, and experienced a brief twinge of loss over it? Or was it constantly on his soupy, jumbled up mind from the moment he reawakened and reemerged from his true body’s prison? Was that why he was so desperate to build a new body? Is that why he kept making ugly, flawed, and incomplete half-remembered self-portraits to send after his enemies?

You can’t just drop that information in an interview after having done nothing with it in-game! It could’ve been a really interesting throughline for his character arc, maybe even humanized him a little bit even as he ruined everything, or retroactively humanized Calamity Ganon by tying these two versions of himself together thematically, but it was only implemented superficially.

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[unrvlybutch]

I believe this to be especially true for TIFs, but I think a large part of thinking transitioning would save my life was due to a deep misunderstanding of what the trans community actually is.

The media portrayal is dissonant to the reality of how rife with depravity and sex-cultism it actually is. The preconceived idea going in is different than what you're going to see once you step foot into trans spaces..Mostly of course due to the TiM autogynophillic side of the equation, but also due to the high concentration of comorbid mental conditions that are frequently displayed and discussed within these circles.

There is a strong emotional aspect that many young women can connect to, that feeling of "you mean I can escape this?" And not having to face sex based oppression is something that resonated with me, the new unwanted male attention, the standards of what it means to become a woman, the performance we're expected not only to conform to but to enjoy. Seeing your friends who were boys change and become distant to you, like strangers. The change is isolating, jarring, and introduces prospects that children weren't made to comprehend. Add a crazy new mix of hormones and preteen angst into the equation and it's a perfect storm.

Trans ideology is such a dangerous thing to discover and the community will never be a safe place for children. It is harmful and self destructive by nature, it inhibits the path of true personal growth in development and masquerades as exactly what it is destructive towards.

I wish I had never learned about the vague concept of "transness." I believe dysphoria is real, I still experience it -- but it does not mean I am male, I am not trapped in my body, I do not have a male soul. I don't feel like a woman because there's no feeling associated with being your biological sex. You just are, it just is.

What I don't understand is how Dysphoria moved away from being a mental illness when it requires destructive, experimental surgeries, hormones, etc. to just get to the baseline of feeling contented in oneself.

But I understand also from firsthand that it is a beast that is never satisfied, I felt but a moment of peace when I got on testosterone and then all the worries about a mastectomy came into mind, but even if I got that...My body would still be so noticeably female...moving onto the next worry, body masculinization surgery -- is that even a thing? I hoped it was..and phalloplasty, and furthermore...but even then, it stands only as a barely passable approximation of what I wanted for myself. And the cost? Impossible.

The dream of transition is not, on a biological scientific and social scale, enough to satisfy dysphoria

I see my dysphoria now as something that exists parasitically alongside myself, it lives in the same space in my mind as my anorexia did -- both of those two things are something I fear I will never be free from in thought, but I strive everyday to put them away in order to live a healthy life. The difference in my treatment between those two mental illnesses was drastic. One landed me several times inpatient against my will, one was coddled and affirmed by every therapist I've ever had. I do not have to make the discernment of which one that was. They did not give me appetite suppressants for my anorexia, they did not give me weight loss surgery, they did not say that being emaciated and ill was really just who I was always meant to be. But, both impact my quality of life equally. Both have lead me to self destruct, self hate, ruminate on my insecurities and become obsessive over the parts of myself that I really could not change.

I don't know. These are just some thoughts I've been having.

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