#bee's incoherent rambling

[dean-is-love]

i'm finally watching wwdits and wow this really is the bisexual vampire show

#except guillermo ofc #i'm using bisexual as an umbrella term here #wwdits #bee's incoherent rambling #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #nandor the relentless

[din-djarin-milf]

when i was a child and watched the prequels, it permanently changed my brain chemistry and now every time i see obi wan and anakin doing some dumb shit or being insane about each other it is so deeply ingrained in my mind that it sends me spiraling down a hole of hyperfixation

#may the force help me #i cannot be normal about those two #literally i had a dream about them once and i still fucking remember it #they just hot wired my brain #obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #bee's incoherent rambling

[wrap-bucky-in-a-blanket]

i stopped watching marvel after moon knight i think? it was somewhere around that time frame. anyway i am so ready for season 2 of loki. i am a believer in the first few shows they put out on d*sney plus, after that i wasn't really a fan anymore and now the lore is too complicated to get into again. that being said i hope loki and mobius kiss.

#loki season 2 #bee's incoherent rambling

[chaotic-rain]

i think we should think about stem dark academia more. notes upon notes of messy multiplications and scattered formulas. a deep yearning to read the secret history when you are done. the sound of pages turning while studying complicated phenomenons. the smell of coffee on the bottom of an empty mug that sits on a book to hold it opened. the hours of coding for a project and the determination to finish it.

#chaotic academia #light academia #dark academia #aesthetic #dead poets society #the secret history #stem academia #studying #my post #bee's incoherent rambling

[savethesnails]

sometimes you don’t vibe with a book and that’s okay

#me about every single romanian literature book #but also #if you read for fun #don't force yourselves besties #take care #books #bookblr #bee's incoherent rambling

[rozecrest]

thinking about brnine and gucci’s partizan baggage is so fascinating. brnine’s call sign was markup bc they overcharged repairs on gucci’s secret rebel force. gucci sent brnine flowers in prison. brnine’s never spoken love died killing the mother of gucci’s childhood friend that she’s been orbiting her entire life. gucci naming the other factions of the cause in thematic relation to the blue channel. one really gets me… gucci was in fort icebreaker. she saw brnine and valence together; she knew brnine was their fervent campaign manager and valence got them that space ship. did she ever realize what was between them? did she know that the blue channel meant more than just a way to travel and brnine couldn’t have stood for it being renamed? there’s so much to read into here……..

#just thinking aloud i love when this show does direct season sequels the layers of connection it creates. so fun to roll around in your head #as usual writing for a fatt pairing completely shifts my intensity when thinking about it it’s a pattern atp (yes it’s the same one it’s bee #n slowllly getting there— basically every week gives me new angles i’m being fed well with subtext this season #chats #partizan spoilers #just in case bc there are some big ones on here ! #taking my lightly incoherent ramblings about them off priv

[valkyrietookmoved]

I think if Kaname went to the amusement park he would start trying to look like he doesn't care how strong the ride is he'll ride it without a problem and then he gets sick and scared really easily in most of them...

#utter rambling #enstars #kaname tojou #i just spend a day in the amusement park and could not stop thinking about this #ask me about the bees and the bees + kaname at the amusement park i have so many thoughts #but if no one asks me so I can order my thoughts it'll all come up jumbled and completely incoherent... #i am tired

[gromboy]

sometimes i forget that not everybody has an encyclopedic memory of tv show episodes, characters, actors, plots, writers, soundtracks, etc etc

#bee rambles #i feel a little weird when i say oh xyz is going to do c thing! because i'm like they've seen this show #they will also be excited this aspect of a show will be somewhere else doing a cool thing #and they'll be like who? what? when did that story happen? #and i will die a little inside because i can't consume media like they do and i feel like an outsider #i know my tags are incoherent shut up /lh

[bumblingest-bee]

i dont know if ive ever been in love but i had a dream once where he just looked at me for a moment longer than usual as if he was seeing something for the first time and then he looked away at the moon like he was thinking about something and i woke up feeling like somebody was gnawing a hole in my heart and i think thats what being in love is like

#bee posts nonsense #is this late-night incoherent rambling or poetry? the age-old question

[ineylesian]

MIGUEL’S GIRL.

PETER B. PARKER/ MIGUEL O’HARA X FEM! READER

— AO3 | NAVI

— WORD COUNT | 1k

— WARNINGS | smut, masturbation (m), voyeurism (??), majorrr jealously, kinda cheating but not really, dirty minded peter.

— SUMMARY | it should’ve been him, but it wasn’t. you were miguel’s girl.

— AUTHOR’S NOTE | remembered a cod fic inspired by jesse’s girl and had to bring it to atsv. also peter b parker is such bee keeping age 🤭 crazy for him

Being dragged into a different universe sucked.

Peter’s head was pounding, his back aching, growing stubble itching at his chin. His foot tapped as Mayday rocked around on his lap, babbling about something he wasn’t paying attention to.

“MJ and I are on the rocks again.”

Yeah. You paused at his answer, looking back with your mouth slightly ajar.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Your response was quick, tones of guilt ridden underneath. “Uhm- how old is May?”

“She’s one.”

He sighed, slotting his fingers against his upper jaw. You were rambling about how pretty she was— his daughter, eyes shining, lashes batting at her teasingly. It’s almost as if you’d totally forgotten about what had just happened.

He’d put it lightly. MJ had called it quits (for the 5th time this year) the night this whole ordeal started. She found out about your, as she called it, “little tango with Peter Parker”, which was years ago and frankly over. You didn’t need to know that, though.

“You want to hold her?”

You excitedly walked over, scooping Mayday— his daughter, into your arms. Peter watched as you swung her around, happily responding with her incoherent babbles with nonsense of your own.

It was years ago, when you and him were together. Nothing much became of it; you dropped in from another dimension, he was single.. and bored.

Nothing much, Peter sighed; he’d know you for merely a month. Fell for you in merely a month, too, recalling the way you’d broken his heart, and his yours, as you headed for home.

That mere month he knew you was perfect. You were the girl of his dreams, he’d thought he’d escaped that.

But damn, you still looked good. Especially with his kid in your arms.

“Peter.”

Shit. He shouldn’t be thinking like that.

“Peter.”

His eyes snapped open, looking up to see Miguel standing over him, Mayday held firmly in his hands.

“She needs to be changed.”

“You’re such a dad, el diablo.” You snickered, earning a glare from the man beside you. Miguel handed Mayday back to him before turning to you, effortlessly hoisting you onto his shoulder with a single arm. “His terrible jokes are rubbing off on you. I hate it.”

“Miguelllll.”

Your whine echoed down the halls, settling coldly in his ears as Miguel took you away. A frown had absentmindedly settled on his face the moment you disappeared, following him to the bathroom. The moment he looked into the mirror, he saw it, forcing him to smile down at Mayday as she tugged on his pant leg.

“Just my luck, huh, kiddo?”

Peter knew he’d heard this sound before.

“Miguel, what if people hear?”

You’d asked it, over, and over. You were always a cautious person, but you always gave in too quickly for your own good.

He’d also heard the same whine buzz from your throat. The same one you’d do when he’d leave hickeys on your neck. The same one that he’d do to you— except he wasn’t, Miguel was.

Shit. He could’ve picked any other hotel tonight. Any other that wouldn’t have him staring at the ceiling, listening to you get ruined by another man. Any other that wouldn’t possibly have Mayday waking up to the sound of his ex getting fucked in the room above him.

Just his luck, indeed.

Why was he bothered, anyway? You weren’t together anymore, that was in the past, completely. You didn’t love him anymore, and he had a kid with another woman. Albeit, a woman that he couldn’t stay with for more than two months at a time. And, you did look really nice holding May.

…shit.

Seconds passed. Your moans grew progressively louder. Peter could feel his face flush, deep, spreading erratically to other parts of his body. Every nerve in his system was struck, listening to you make noises like that— noises that only he should be pulling from you.

Before he knew it, Peter was palming himself through his suit, aggressively, listening intently as your voice began to run a little hoarse. Miguel must have already make you cum once, then. He imagined himself in that position, spreading the embarrassing amount of precum that had gathered at his tip along his skin as his hand slipped further underneath.

Peter could almost remember every detail from your nights together. He soaked in each reaction, how your face would scrunch up when he fingered you, the way your eyes would roll back when he bottomed out. Your chants and pleas of his name echoed faintly against the shabby motel walls, contrasting with his in a disturbing symphony.

“Miguel.. ah— Miguel— don’t stop…”

It should’ve been his name you were crying. Peter’s strokes grew faster as he tried to block Miguel’s name out, violently fisting himself at the thought of you under him, hot and streaking with tears of pleasure. He could nearly feel the soft curves of your thighs that he would gently trace, choking out a moan at the way you would look at him while he was lapping up your sobbing pussy.

It should’ve been him. Should’ve been you he fucked his kid into. The thought had him grounding his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes brimming with tears as his abdomen began to tighten. You were outright wailing now, begging Miguel to let you cum.

Peter imagined that you were whining his name, just as you did before, eyes glossy, lips swollen and puffy. You cried one last time as you came, and he felt his own cum leaking onto his hands, along with Miguel’s quiet praises. He swore, burying his head into the pillows when he began to console you.

It should’ve been him, but it wasn’t. You were Miguel’s girl.

In this universe, at least.

#arqhms #arqhmsthirst #arqhmsspring2023 #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut #peter b parker x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #across the spider verse x reader #across the spiderverse

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Thoughts on Last Twilight Ep. 5

Okay so a tell tale sign of a really good show for me is when I am rendered incapable of talking about it, which is why you’ve never seen a single analysis of I Told Sunset About You or I Promised You the Moon out of me, because if I think about that show too hard the bees return to my brain. And I’m having that problem with Last Twilight too where my chest feels absolutely bursting with feelings but I do not know that I am capable of writing anything about this show that is structured or coherent without prompting. So, here’s some incoherent ramblings I guess. 

First off, Aof is fucking brilliant and I am really desperately in love with the way that Mhok and Day just so beautifully complement each other/round each other out. I love that they have two completely disparate backgrounds and yet they can relate to one another so well. 

Mhok was literally imprisoned, and with the ankle monitor and very likely under some form of house arrest or curfew. Mhok walked through the world after his release from prison completely branded as a criminal, and unable to maintain his career because people always took him at face value. Day lost his career because of his blindness, and then willfully imprisoned himself in his own room because of how heavily he was grieving. 

Mhok knows what it is like to be looked at and judged, and I really loved earlier on in the show how confused he was at why Day would be bothered by that, presumably because he got used to being stared at himself. And I love that Mhok learned his lesson about that by trying to understand Day in a way no one has really taken the time to do for Mhok himself. I love that Mhok is able to take his own experiences of being stared at as a comparison for what it is like to not know if you are being looked at and judged. 

Rung lost her life, and that has fundamentally impacted Mhok and Mhok’s relationship to his sister. Similarly, Day lost (or at least thought he lost) the life he had which has fundamentally impacted himself and his relationship to Night. I don’t know that I have enough information yet to definitively declare how Rung’s death has impacted Mhok’s behavior and approach to life, but I do like to think that Mhok’s experience around Rung’s death, the fact he wasn’t there for her, the fact that he had to go through his first year of life without her imprisoned, may have been a contributing factor to how and why Mhok is so determined to get Day to live his life again. 

I don’t know, I was just thinking about Mhok’s suggestion that Day does his normal thing and goes to Gee’s game immediately following a conversation about Rung’s death and how he thought he would be able to make her False Rice again some day, just felt so clarifying to me as to how and why Mhok approaches Day the way he does. Because Day and Mhok both understand the meaning of “I thought I had more time” so well, for such fundamentally different reasons. 

gif by @casualavocados

I love that Mhok is starting to open up more to Day. Which, when you think about it, Mhok has been pretty private about his life despite knowing so much about Day’s life right out of the gate. I personally read this as a strong indicator for Mhok’s feelings for Day and how he is making a concerted effort to move from caretaker to lover. And there are so many fun layers to that relationship because their current relationship is not balanced. There is a bidirectional imbalance in the caretaker and client relationship. Mhok has power over Day’s daily life and if he wanted to he could have radically more control over Day’s autonomy. As Day’s caregiver, Mhok inherently has access to much more personal information about Day than Day would have for Mhok. Yet Day is still his employer, still his boss, working for Day is still what pays Mhok’s bills. So in order to sort of bridge that divide, Mhok needs to start working to shift their balance. Mhok already balances the physical caretaking elements of his relationship to Day rather well, and has let Day determine what he can do on his own and what he needs help with, so he isn’t stripping Day of his autonomy. 

If Mhok really wants a chance with Day, then the needs to reciprocate the personal information, and I love how smoothly everyone handled the scene. I think Sea did a phenomenal job with how he had Day react to Mhok’s story, as if some things started clicking in to place for him. Day and Mhok have never talked about Mhok’s background, at most Day has brushed aside the information about Mhok having assault charges. I don’t know yet that Day understands just how much Mhok is capable of relating to Day’s feelings and experiences, because he’s been so busy in the past few episodes focusing on how much Mhok is incapable of relating to Day’s feelings and experiences. 

I am not the first, nor will I be the last person to say that I loved the allusions to Day and Mhok’s relationships to their siblings. Once again there is some commonality between them there, in that their relationships are complex. We currently have a very limited view of Rung. As far as we know she was ambitious and hopeful, and then she hit a really bad low after her nail salon failed and ultimately completed suicide. We haven’t seen any indication from flashbacks or the like of Rung’s flaws, we haven’t actually seen her fail Mhok, or be heartless to Mhok. Yet Mhok agrees with Day’s initial comment that the hydrangeas means heartless. Because Mhok is still mad at Rung for leaving him, he is still stuck in his grief. We haven’t seen him put in any time or effort to process his own pain, instead Mhok is doing what grieving people do, and helping someone else instead. 

I am sure Rung was not a perfect person, I am hoping we get more flashbacks of her and get to see more of her flaws, more of the relationship she and Mhok actually had. I am hoping we get a change for Day to help Mhok navigate his own pain, just like Mhok has been helping Day. But it was certainly interesting to see the parallels between Day saying that Mhok has fallen for Night’s act, thinking him nice while Mhok has associated his sister with heartlessness. 

gif by @casualavocados

And I don’t know that I have the energy to get in to it right now in any further detail (hey look at me, trying to keep things short), but I do just want to acknowledge the fact that Mhok has really committed to giving Day as much of a sensory experience as he can. When Mhok took Day out on the practice date, he wore perfume so Day could smell him (and as an aside I love that Mhok puts effort in to making himself look good even though Day can’t see him). When Mhok took Day out on the walk to cheer him up, he brought him to a bridge on a public road, where there are sounds, and there is a fence that Day can feel; he brought him to a flower shop where Day can smell and feel the flowers and where there are bright colors that might register within Day’s limited vision. 

Mhok was constantly touching Day in so many different ways. Casual/platonic touch when he’s performing his duties as caregiver; quickly and playfully when he’s trying to get Day to chase him; heavily and intentionally when he’s both comforting Day and when he’s turning up the charm. One of my favorites is honestly the moment that Day lets his fingers curl around Mhok’s hand when Day switches to using August as a guide. 

Anyway, I love this show so much, it is quickly climbing the ranks to become one of my favorites of 2023.

#last twilight #last twilight meta #last twilight analysis #last twilight the series #mhok x day #jimmysea

[dean-is-love]

steve harrington and eddie munson should kiss on the lips.

#look #i dont usually headcanon characters as gay #i lean into bisexuality a lot more and i admit that #but the moment i saw eddie #i knew this man was. #gay. #perfect for steve #who is my favorite st character of all time #so #yeah #they should kiss #mwah #steddie #st4 #stranger things 4 #not spn #bee's incoherent rambling

[din-djarin-milf]

hey does anyone have a good bi han solo coming out fic? i can’t seem to find one anywhere

#star wars #fic rec #han solo #bi han solo #bee's incoherent rambling

[wrap-bucky-in-a-blanket]

i haven't seen the new marvel tv shows but i feel like the first four episodes of loki were the peak

#they were so good #until the thing happend :/ #love loses #again #but i'm really excited about season 2 nevertheless #loki #lokius #loki season 2 #bee's incoherent rambling

[chaotic-rain]

i read the secret history exactly two years ago on the first week of september

#bee's incoherent rambling

[punsmaster69]

23/JAN/20XX

"eugh."

that's about how i feel right now.

it's around five thirty in the morning and i can't shut my mind off.

the noise is mostly an incoherent, overwhelming buzz of thoughts. much like tv static, or an out of range radio.

through the chaos flickers barely formed shards of something; eliciting action.

i can't justify it.

the phone in my hand vibrates quietly.

𝘣𝘻𝘻𝘻.

please.

𝘣𝘻𝘻𝘻.

maybe it was dumb.

𝘣𝘻𝘻𝘻.

why'd i even bother?

𝘣𝘻𝘻𝘻.

definitely stupid.

𝘣𝘻𝘻𝘻.

definitely-

𝘣𝘻-

"......"

"Hello?"

"I do apologize for not answering sooner."

"𝘪 should be apologizing for calling at this time."

"I do not mind."

"It is hard to say I was properly asleep, anyway."

"something keepin' you from it?"

she paused to think about it. one could probably hear my thoughts in the silence if they tried.

"..Not in particular."

"As for you?"

"it's...."

"just one of those nights."

"Ah. Am I your cure for boredom or was there more to this?"

"..more."

"Maybe it is similar to why I picked up."

"neverending hum?"

"Relentless pacing of the mind?"

"yeah. somethin' along those lines."

"I'm comforted to find our sleeplessness of the same affliction."

"not alone with the mind-bees."

"These 'bees'.. it would be nice if they could bear purpose, as real bees do."

"purpose, huh?"

"you want mind honey?"

"I would not 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆."

while she giggled, i felt my face get a little hotter. i'm sure my smile looked ridiculous.

"s'pose they did cause something good."

"What might that be?"

"wouldn't be here if there was pure silence."

"That is true."

"I've noticed a gradual quieting since answering."

"..yeah."

"Curious, is it not?"

"i find that focusing on something'll usually help."

"...Hm."

"hm?"

"While this certainly is 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, I feel slightly restless still."

" 'course you do. it's six-something and we're here awake."

"True as that may be, it is a different kind of restless. As if simply laying here is not enough."

"urge to do stuff?"

"can't relate to that one, unfortunately."

"I haven't the energy for much at the moment, obviously."

"find a thing you can do with only your hands, maybe."

"And what do you suggest I do with my hands?"

"....."

"dunno. but... if we're both gonna be awake and on call we might as well do the same thing."

"pick somethin', i'll try and follow along."

there was a long gap before she spoke again.

"......"

"I...

"..think that perhaps it is best if we simply try to relax again after all. More activity would certainly keep us awake double what we are now."

she said that, and i realized how i'd been sitting up; legs over the side of my bed, just above the floor.

"fair enough."

"down to just ramble to each other 'till we pass out, then?"

"That sounds perfect."

i laid back down, setting the phone on my chest and crossing my arms behind my head. muffled sounds came through the speaker while she readjusted her position as well.

#undertale #journal #sans #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans