#fuck shading like actually WHY IS IT SO TIME CONSUMING

[say-sike]

problem

#hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #angel dust #charlie morningstar #husk hazbin hotel #cherri bomb #adam hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #cherri hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin adam #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #you can see my motivation disappear in the last one #fuck shading like actually WHY IS IT SO TIME CONSUMING #lucifer and velvette were supposed to be here too but as u can already assume i got too lazy and couldnt do it #husk is in the same exact damn pose as the last time i drew him 💀

[chosopie]

BOOKSTORE - SATORU GOJO

Satoru can read but he just prefers not to.

One day, Suguru decided to bring Satoru to the bookstore with him. “It’ll be fun,” he said.

“Come on, Satoru. You might even find something you’d like.”

“I don’t get the point of books when there are movies. Movies are so much easier to look at and less time-consuming,” Satoru groaned.

As he walked through the aisles, lazily scanning books, he saw you pass by him with a couple of books in your hand.

Satoru was stunned. How could someone be so pretty? Your hair nicely framed your delicate face and your eyes shone with excitement while your looked through the shelves. You were a sight to behold.

“Hey, Suguru. You didn’t tell me this was the place to find hotties. I can’t believe you’ve been gatekeeping this from me!”

Suguru stared at him, unamused. “It’s a library, for fuck’s sake. This isn’t Hooters. People actually go here for the books because, again, it’s a fucking library.”

“Calm down, Suguru. I know you’re mad, but I’ll save the rest of the ladies for you. This one though,” Satoru stared you. “I like her.” His gaze averted to the book you were holding. It was The Picture of Dorian Gray.

He walked closer, his figure towering over your figure. You couldn’t help but turn around and face the guy. “Do you need something?” You asked.

“Ah, I love that book,” Satoru said.

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to read this book. What’s it about?”

There was silence. “Dorian Gray.”

“Yeah… what about him?”

“His picture.”

“Okay,” you turned away from him and carried on.

“Goddamnit!” Satoru cursed.

A few days later, Satoru came back to the library, hoping to find you and maybe woo you over. He searched aisle after aisle, but to no avail, he couldn’t find you. He huffed in defeat, his teeth grinding against each other in frustration. He looked down and headed towards the exit. Just when he was about to step outside, he saw you through the corner of his eye, walking towards the tables.

He quickly turned around and ran to the tables, earning him a lot of stares and shushing. You narrowed your eyes. You disregarded his odd behavior and opened the book you had just bought.

“I see,” he pushed his shades up to the bridge of his nose. “Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka.”

You sighed, mentally preparing yourself for whatever stupid remark he was going to make. Deep down, you found his stupidity amusing and entertaining. You also thought he was cute, but really annoying and stupid. Sure, not everyone likes books, but why pretend? Was he into you?

“It’s about a salesman who turned into a cockroach and becomes a huge disappointment to his family because he is no longer able to make income,” he proudly smiled. “In a deeper sense, it could be about the absurdity of social roles.”

“Oh, wow. You read it?”

“Yes.” He searched up the summary to impress you.

“Come sit with me. We could read together,” you smiled.

Let’s fucking go.

“Sure. Can I get your Instagram though?”

#rev.writes #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #jjk x y/n #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo

[rhiaarrow]

Today was an up and down day as a Ghostie to be honest, but right now? I'm actually happy.

I'm not gonna be consuming any qsmp content unless Bad decides to play on the server and I'm extending my Qsmpblr break indefinitely BUT I just wanna share why I'm not upset about this development in the hopes that I can help other Ghosties or other communities who might be a little bit more upset, see things from the brighter side.

I came back from having dinner, I'd left Bad's stream up on my TV so I just sat back down to continue watching the chat torment Bad while he played.

I'd already seen the documents on Twitter so I knew what had happened and I was just trying to enjoy Bad's stream and not think about it too much that our little Sunshines were now officially gone.

But I literally only managed to watch a minute or two of regular chaos content before I heard Bad's sad little "Hi Pomme" and he started talking with Lumi in chat. I was literally fudging crying by the time Shade (Dapper) showed up as well.

Then with Lea (Dansir) and Pancks (Agent 18) hanging out for a little bit too I was just, I mean it's Bad's allergies bro, they're contagious I swear.

The only thing that was upsetting me about the announcements earlier in the day about their admins leaving the project wasn't that they were leaving. Nah fuck that, they should do whatever they feel is their best option and if that's leaving the server then they should leave the server, simple as.

What was upsetting me was the thought that after a year of getting to know them, not just as their characters but as their adms too, we might just never see them again.

Those little guys were just amazing within their eggy shells or not, I mean hell when they were playing other characters like capybaras we still knew who they were, we just got to know them as a whole and I was so sad that we were likely gonna see a few of them go as they left the Quackity Studios team.

But seeing Lumi and Shade tonight hanging out with the Ghosties and Bad, teasing him and talking to him like normal even after they've formally left the project. I'm honestly glad that people have decided to do what was the best option for them.

The situation was toxic, there's no denying that, and I'm so happy that people are realizing that and doing what they feel is best for them.

But I'm so so so glad we still get to see them and they're not just a blip in our memories. I imagine we'll be seeing Shade and Lumi in Bad's chat every once in a while (I mean hey, Lumi said that Bad wasn't getting rid of them lmao) and it's just nice to know they're still okay even if we won't see their eggy characters any longer ❤️

They probably won't see this but

Thank you so much for everything, you were everything to us for months and I know I speak for every Ghostie when I say that we wish you all the best, and feel free to stop by in chat whenever you like, we'd love to have you around.

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #badboyhalo #qsmp situation #qsmp eggs #qsmp dapper #qsmp pomme #qadmin situation #dappleduo

[sunnysam-my]

It's ironic almost that Viv shoves "rep" into her shows and went out of her way to include a deaf child at an adult sex circus show for said "rep" but like. Fuck people with visual disabilities right? Because neither of those shows have considered how people with colorblindness or even mild visual impairment might not be able to even WATCH the shows with how bad their colour balancing is.

Viv has completely ignored that having unique designs and color palettes for your world and characters is not only basic design for cartoons but also how you maybe your show accessible to those who struggle visually

Funny you ask me that, I actually already made a post about that signing scene and distracting captioner's notes, because I have a hearing disorder and wanted to add my two cents.

I can't get over the fact the it wasn't a teenager around the age Fizz was when he went to that show with Blitzø. I genuinely can't think why they decided to have a young child be the fan other than it being more wholesome because it was a child.

Think for a second about why this scene there. Fizz was spiraling, consumed by thoughs of not being enough and being a "fake, sellout jester". He himself was a disabled teenager who wanted to be the greatest clown of his times. He ended up as a fake, sellout jester, just like Blitz said. But he saw himself in that kid. He saw for who really he wanted to perform. I don't think it would be as impactful to him if it was regular imp, but this would make infinitely more sense, on so many levels, if this was a teenager. But no, we gotta have a freaking child, because it's just way more cuter that way, right? I genuinely don't understand what other possible reasons for why this was a child, and not a teenager, could be.

I'm also still not over the fucking captions. I had problems with following what was happening in S02E06 of Helluva Boss, because of weirdly described sounds and big chunks of captioner's notes and jokes. That's unacceptable.

The irony of literally being an asshole to deaf/HoH people by purposeful fucking up the caption, the thing we rely on to be able watch a show, only to "give" a representation to said group next episode is almost funny.

But going back to the visuals, yes, it's so hard to watch. HB is better than Hazbin, but both aren't great if you have any sort of vision disorder, and this is coming from someone who just have the regular stuff, shortsightedness, astigmatism etc. The legally blind and colourblind folks must have it hard. HH is a joke when it comes to any sort of contrast. Even if they decided to stick to red(-ish) colours, there's still so much shades to work with. It isn't a impossible to make monochromatic art. In fact it's actually a popular training tool for young artists to learn how to do it even when you have more colours.

Here's some examples of monochromatic and mostly monochromatic art done right.

Now compare one of them with a screenshots from HH, both without saturation (black and white).

Hazbin Hotel isn't even monochromatic and fails miserably at any contrast. So no, it isn't just the problem of lack of hue (colour) differentces, it overall just failed at colour and contrast balancing, especially in the hotel, and there's no defending HH on this, because you have three sliders god damnit!

#hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #disability representation #disability pride #disability #art #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel #helluva boss

[clarks-letterman]

Steve Harrington x Male reader — So like, your boyfriends, which is a surprise in itself cause like steve didn’t think he’d fall for a guy, but you find yourselfs in the back of “family video” fucking, STEVE IS BLOWING YOUR BACK OUT- this could include (before hand) and assemble of touching, shy chaste kisses and sarcastic (but cute comments) which leads to steve punishing your sorry ass in the back (riding him-) 🫣

yasss lemme put u on somethin' (also sorry for this being late, writer's block do be kicking my ass into next tuesday)

a/n — this has some crackfic to it, but to be fair, Stranger Things is full of crackfic humor sooooo

warnings — 18+! Smut, Steve blowing your back out with his massive-

words — 1.84k

summary — check the request!

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The slowly repeated clack of one sole computer key bringing down the equally slowly refreshing digital screen set the tone for the imminently stale afternoon: utter boredom. Each name flickered on the digitizer as your eyes trailed along the lines of information, checking one vital row running down the screen in solid green lettering—the account holders of Family Video's current rentals and if they were overdue to return any of them. 

Surprisingly, the lessees renting videos from the store managed to indemnify everything on time, making your job a slog since everyone was responsible when presented with a deadline. You were looking for people who refused to return what they borrowed for whatever arbitrary reason they listed and calling to convince them to remit the fines.

What was less of a surprise was that it didn't bring much joy to scroll through the hundreds of names of the residents of Hawkins that all had an account at this here neon-consumed video store. There were far too many people to actually get through the list in one day, let alone the last couple hours of your shift. 

It could have gone faster if two people were plowing through the list, but Steve, on the other hand, seemed to be having a blast restocking the final few shelves in the store with different videotapes. You gave your eyes a break from the straining blue light by looking over to check on his progress, praying that he was nearly done furnishing the shelves to help you with this, to which he was still hunched over, placing cheesy romance movies of all kinds along the bottom row. 

You were about to get back to the grind of checking for overdue rentals when something from earlier in your shift urged you to connect the mental dots that formed in your brain. Your shift rotation started at noon, and you had arrived only to dash to the back to check for any new shipments as a new feature film had finally hit video, and you had no plans to miss out on being the first to own a copy. Not only did you love the movie, but you wanted to get it for you and Steve to watch together. Regardless, nothing new had arrived, and the back room was full of boxes containing dozens of restocks for every movie you could think of, along with their corresponding promotional posters. 

Returning to the front area of the store, you found Robin and Steve chatting in between the shelves for romance and comedy as Steve filled the bottom ledge with a few boxed films before inconspicuously pulling them off of it and placing them back into the cardboard box they shipped in. That would mean that Steve had been purposefully cycling through the same work all day, avoiding the worst tasks required by the job's standards.

You turned on your chair, smugly leaning over the forest-shaded counter with your arms easily sliding into place over the other to give you an equally derisive look to match. In a jeering tone, you teased your co-worker, "Didn't you already stock that area, Harrington?"

He turned to look at you, the harsh neon-orange lighting of the display shaming the half of him facing away from you as it competed with the golden glow from the front windows. He hung his head in defeat, admitting under a low mumble, "Yeah."

You pressed on, "Then why are you doing it again?"

Steve returned to placing each tape on the shelf, "To memorize the titles."

"I thought you didn't like romance movies? You always said that your hair had 'more charm than a prince on the screen.'"

"And I thought I didn't like guys, but here we are."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Okay, what's up? Did King Steve finally lose the title of employee of the month? Or run out of Faberge products this morning?" He finished stocking the shelf for what you guessed was for the second time that day, and your eyes followed as he stood and paced over to the check-out counter with a vexing look on his face. 

"Don't disrespect the hair," Steve spoke, setting down the vacant box in his hands and pointing a single finger to his carefully cared-for hair. 

You were leaning far enough over the counter to stretch your arm out to the nape of Steve's neck, ushering it further northbound into the mess of his dewy yet soft hair and pulling him closer to you until he was a short breath away, "What's the real reason, Steve?" 

“Do I really have to say it?" Steve uttered quietly with a hint of snark and raised his shoulders in defense, letting them fall as he admitted how he felt, "I’m bored at work.”

You waved what he said off as you spoke, distancing yourself from him as you casually fell back into the stool near the computer, “With me around? Never.”

A glint of something more rose to the gloss of Steve's eyes, reflecting in the neon lighting lining the walls—an idea had come to him, but you didn't know what it could be. “You’re right—hey, uh, can you help me with a new shipment in the back?”

Your brows knitted together faster than a grandma determined to make the itchiest Christmas sweater imaginable. Somehow, both seemed unpleasant on you as you spoke, "But I didn't see anything earlier."

He neared the entrance to the storage room, turning on his heel and letting his back softly press against the door, "I know, but there's something else you could help me unpack."

"Steve Harrington, you are insane," You mused while shooting up and rounding the shaded counter, closing in on Steve as he backed into the door of the supply closet, a hand of his embracing the small of your back as the other reached for the handle. He flung the door open and pulled you into the small room meant for new shipments and stock, not bothering to shut it. Guiding you to a few stray and scarcely stocked shelves next to the door, Steve reached down to fish out a condom from the pocket of his flares before carelessly throwing it onto the rack behind you and attacking your neck with aggressive kisses.

You turned your head to give him better access, leaving the open door in plain sight. Keeping the room visible was risky, for one thing. No one would be at the counter to ring someone up, and anyone with a curious eye could stumble into the room and see what was happening. But it was a slow day, and Steve was anything but slow when it came to getting his hands on you. He parted from your supple neck, and within seconds, you had rid each other of the dark green vests and underlying shirts, leaving the both of you exposed from the waist up. 

You pulled him in for a quick buss as your hands traversed his bushy chest and along the line of hair trailing down his abdomen until you reached the buckle of his pants. Loosening Steve's flares—which grew increasingly tighter with each second of contact that passed—proved to be an easy task, and with that, his boxers went down with the rough denim and bunched at his ankles.

There was a brief moment where you eyed his cock and realized that Steve's glory days could be traced back to the thing between his legs; being a massive dick in high school really reflected what he was packing his pants, and what he sported was a heavy hitter—just like him on the baseball team, as he could make you see the same stars he aimed to hit every home run to at each game. From the tip of his thick slugger to his sagging baseballs, Steve Harrington was perfect.

"Let me see that ass," Steve ordered, flipping you around so that your hands rested on the cold shelves behind you as he shoved down your pants.

He stretched a hand past you to reach for the rubber idly waiting on the shelf, his hand disappearing out of view. Only the sounds following it could inform you of what was happening from behind, being a tear of the packaging and a slight hiss of air before the soft crinkle of the rubber unfurling down his length.

"Guess extra-large isn't enough," Steve remarked, admiring how the lubed elastic barely managed to reach the base of his cock, the dark hair surrounding it meeting the taut ring at the bottom.

You turned your head, looking back to him, "Really? I guess you can't read because that says it's small." 

He took a step forward, his hand cupping the folds of your ass, "You wish it was." 

Steve removed one hand to get a hold of his girth, slipping himself past your cheeks with ease and towards your hole. A sudden jolt of sharp pain from your back-end sent you forward, going limp against the rack of shelves you leaned on for support, the palm of your hand coming down atop the surface of the metal with one hard smack and an ensuing moan. For as big as Steve was, you were surprised that his previous endeavors in the bedroom hadn't left your ass used to his thickness.

He pumped inch after inch into your ass, watching as your hole stretched wide for his shaft, which was a far cry from the tip of his cock, needing much more courage to take the further he went. While his impressive size clouded your mind, your own pleasure trudged through the fog, searching for something to take hold of. Steve didn't waste any time burying himself into you, though, and a hand took hold of your cock, stroking it with a single hand. His other hand, however, claimed the spot next to yours on the shelf, using it for stability as his movements inside you became greedy.

Steve repeatedly buried himself deep into you, addicted to the sounds of his skin smacking against yours when he bottomed out with each swing of his hips. It seemed like each one was a tick to count the moments building to the mounting climax inside him, and his increasingly louder noises only proved that theory. Minutes passed, and you started to feel the same.

Like rewinding a watched video tape, Steve was sick of being stuck at the end and holding off for his own pleasure. With a few final thrusts, he spilled himself out inside the rubber confines and kept pumping your shaft until you did the same. Your load splashed over the empty shelf sitting inches below your crotch, meeting your knees as they buckled against it.

Steve was quick to pull himself out of you, shucking off the condom filled with his load, placing it on the shelf, and was standing in the empty stock room. You shifted around to face him, "What are you doing, Harrington?"

"I just—" He paused, "—can't believe that really happened."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x male!reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #no use of y/n #stranger things smut #st 4 #st smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic

[blasphemecel]

have you seen the orange peel thing on tiktok? how do you think the blue lock characters (your choice who) would go about it

I actually don't take requests anymore, but this is funny and I can do it quickly so let me entertain you anyway

Kaiser would do some stupid shit like this and be confused when you're like not impressed enough to propose to him on the spot and what do you mean you can't even eat it like this, he spent so long doing it? (Will argue with people in the comments telling you to dump him from an alt account all day but don't ask him about the blank profile named Richard1209309238 who seems suspiciously over-invested in your relationship)

Shidou and Bachira would make like a kind of incision in the orange with their nails and then show you how they "suck out the orange" like vampires and expect you to do it too. Why did you even bother, what were you expecting

Rin would do it quickly and swiftly but he'd say some dramatic ass shit like "Whoever doesn't want to peel oranges for their significant other should be shot dead" with his blank serial killer expression which, like, I agree, but can we calm down?

Reo would consider doing it, but then decide it's not enough and go on a tangent about how he'd plant an orange tree for you, then it turns into an orange garden, and then he'd start making phone calls. Literally just don't, you're gonna regret it

Ness would also be overdramatic about it, but it'd probably be less time consuming than with Reo. He'd peel the entire kitchen for you if you wanted. Or even if you didn't. Forget that football shit, he was BORN to PEEL ORANGES for YOU. Was his technique good? You're not gonna break up with him, right??

Sae and Barou would do it, but treat you as if you don't know how to do it by yourself the entire time. Which in Sae's case means he'll be throwing shade at you, and Barou would throw shade at you WHILE giving you a whole, very meticulous tutorial, which is somehow even worse (but also possibly useful because he'd know the best way to do it without making a mess?)

Nagi wouldn't. Straight up. He'd start sighing and talking about hassles and how tired he is as if just hearing the question exhausted him. He also wouldn't let you go peel your stupid orange in peace either. He'd be like nooooo... stay with me... let's nap together :x... typical manchild style. If you're REALLY stuck on getting your orange, he'll call Reo to literally come over to wherever you're at and do it

Otoya would go cheat on you for asking. 🤦‍♂️ (I'm just kidding. Or am I?)

Isagi, Chigiri, Kunigami and Yukimiya would just peel the fucking orange like normal human beings

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #Im not tagging everyone individually because this is stupid #I had to edit this real quick because I forgot ness i cant believe it

[completely-real-and-normal-human]

Why I, Tumblr User Completely-Real-And-Normal-Human, Am a Monsterfucker: A Non-Exhaustive Manifesto

I’m not even sorry.

First of all: Micheal Distortion, from TMA. Fuck-Hands Mc Mike. Mikey-What-Those-Fingers-Do. He of the gaping corridors, and hopefully gaping holes. What on earth is he doing behind all those closed doors? Or, as the case may be, who is he doing?

the answer is me it’s me he’s fucking me

(Art by CountSlimula on Twitter)

I don’t really think I need to explain myself here. But in case I do, there are two main things I find remarkably attractive about Micheal (that I can adequately articulate): its voice and its hands.

Let’s start with his voice. Micheal’s voice is static-y and warping and always slightly amused. Now THAT is the kind of voice I’d want whispering sweet nothings in my ear. And that’s without even mentioning his laugh — god, can you even IMAGINE what his moans would sound like? Perfection.

Then there’s his hands. You can’t really see it in the first picture, so here’s another one.

(Art by Creativelea2 on Twitter)

He has fingers. I have holes. Enough said, I think.

Next, also a character from TMA, we have one Jared Hopworth. The Bone-Turner. Maker of Menacingly Meaty Murmurs. A man who owns, in all likelihood, a briefcase of carefully selected cocks.

(Art by @neonjawbone)

I’m sure it comes as a surprise to no one that I thoroughly enjoy a good pair of pecs. Jared probably has more than one pair, actually, so that’s several plus points right there. Here, finally, is a man who does body-building right.

As with Micheal, there is also the question of his voice. It’s deep, rumbling, gravelly… the kind of thing I want to hear when he’s busy splitting me in half, you know?

Finally, there’s the multiple limbs. He’d know what to do with all those hands, I’m sure. They’d hardly be lying idle.

Onwards! This time it’s Yaretzi, from Hello From The Hallowoods. Starwolf. Covenant of Tolshetol Who Guards A Thousand Suns. Loving coparent of a large metal son.

(Art by @cotton-glass)

She’s a werewolf, which maybe puts her more into ‘furry’ territory rather than ‘monsterfucker’, but we ball.

Firstly, while Yaretzi is an undeniably sweet person, she’s also fairly terrifying. And ‘women who could kill me’ are fairly high on my list of attractions. Secondly, her voice (again, I know, but most of the media I consume are podcasts so deal, I guess). It’s just the right shade of deep and soft. Amazing.

Also I want her to bite me.

There are more examples, but we’ll be here forever if I try listing them, so I’ll leave it there. I could go into detail about the deeper meaning behind my attraction to these beautiful beasties, but I’m going to see how the masses respond to this first. Besides, this has been in my drafts for entirely too long and I just want to post it at this stage.

(Shoutout to @zombieesc. Thanks for the monsterfucker hype, my friend.)

Edit: I’m a minor, so feel free to rb this post talking about how much you like any of the characters I’ve mentioned, but keep it reasonably PG.

#micheal distortion #micheal shelley #tma #jared hopworth #hfth yaretzi #hfth #monster fucker #here it is my lovelies #enjoy #aubrey says stuff

[mossymandibles]

Forgot to add to the last ask- the otter comic says Kraw is a chimera, is that a natural species or are chimeras created somehow? Because otter grandpa said they're sterile and that happens to some non-natural animal combos irl. Also is his brother a chimera as well?

After just finding out about mayv and the way she looks, it made me think that chimeras are made by witches and not a natural species so I'm super curious now because why did somebody do that to those 2 kids if that's the case :(

In Hallowed Carrion chimera/Chimereals happen between two ‘primordial’ species that couldn’t normally mate, but it involves a ‘false uterus’ created by consuming the celestial body’s flesh. With Kraw it was his sea drake mother and Fury father. (They’re considered to be ‘primordial’ simply because they’ve been around for quite some time, live longer and are usually giants. Most modern day islanders don’t believe/know their kind exists, kind of like how we are with modern conspiracies of the ‘megalodon still existing in the marianna trench’).

It is a trait among chimereals that they are sterile. They’re also known by their abnormal growth hormones which causes them to keep growing/evolving for who knows how long. There’s actually a lot of prejudice held against them and they don’t often live in regular society like Kraw does, they’re usually considered dangerous and they’re often loners.

Most of this is only known because of Sylvaine learning about Serkan who is also a chimereal, albeit much older than Kraw. She’s actively studying chimereals through Kraw now. (He was actually very upset to learn he was sterile :(

And I’ve wanted to show more about Titus! It’s hard to balance my attention to everything lol.

Titus is also a chimereal. He was born on a specialized mill where they attempted to breed marine chimereals like him for hunting purposes. Most chimereals that come out of the mills end up dead, malformed or ‘defective’, so he was ‘lucky’. He also would have had the ability to breathe fire, but his flint glands were removed, like declawing a cat. He was kind of mean and he certainly had it harder than Kraw with Mayv. She didn’t even know he could speak when she first got him because his throat was fucked after they cut his flint glands out. He was about 7 when she got him and he was already known to be unruly/uncontrollable in the mill. They would have put him down if Mayv hadn’t come along. She took care of him though despite keeping a firm hand and eventually he came to see her as a surrogate mother.

He definitely got a jealous streak when she brought Kraw home. Mayv would often be fawning over how Kraw “came from the sea, so he would make such a great hunter and how beautiful his colors were and-“ blah blah blaaah. Titus hadn’t even seen the sea until Mayv rescued him, and he thought Kraw was just a little ‘flat-faced softie’. He would often goad him into fights. There’s a lot more to it, but eventually he and Kraw came to find their similarities, mostly through comforting each other through night terrors and exploring the swamps together.

Although Mayv also saw them like her own sons, she often towed the line between training them like animals and treating them like regular children. She was of course still very loving but it was often muddled by her militant expectations of them out on the ocean. Titus and Kraw worked for Mayv as ‘mer-hounds’, which are marine creatures that are trained to effectively hunt and catch mermaids or other large oceanic game, sort of like how some fishermen would use ducks. That was what the mills were breeding marine creatures for.

As of present day, a lot had gone down between Kraw and his brother, and a lot happened where Kraw had to leave the Shades as well. Kraw doesn’t know what’s become of his brother and whether or not Mayv is even alive. I do plan to get into that.

I can show you a sort of wip I have of him, but he might get a bit of a cleanup? Just because this is older art. I had planned to make growth charts for he and Kraw for a while now. Awkward teenage years and such.

#asks #titus #kraw #oooh backstory #cw child abuse #thank you for the curiosity! :]

[siremasterlawrence]

The Handler’s Red Carpet Express 3 & 4

The success of my launch party with BAFTA aid is week known so my appearance at the lots of many Hollywood executives soon lead to submissions galore.

Part 1 - 2

Tyler Hoechlin is magnetic walking across the red carpet tonight something has gotten into him that my spirit driving him ever on forward.

He smiles so bright the light glistening on his teeth he blows me the camera a kiss he is waving his hand and demanding so much attention.

No one has ever seen him so happy with the camera men before taking one position like pose one way other than that and the crowd is so exciting.

The lights of the camera crew flashes going on blinding him in a fleeing sea of lights on and off clicking away the sound messing with his head.

Everything begin to slow down to a cruel a heavy weight off his body is unleash in a shocking wave hitting him head on in a life of fire.

Another hot, sexy and beautiful steadily sturdy stud man stops next to him with love, light, power and passion consuming him in a white glow.

He spun a bit feeling the man’s arms on his shoulders letting it spread over the man’s entire width groping it he yanks him closer to his body.

The flashing conquers both wiping away all fears, worries and desires because all they can do is wait for further commands to be given.

The other man is former Titans star known as Brenton Thwaites is in the mood as well as I notice a cock sprang forward in his suit pants.

The active flesh overacting into a myriad of cum explosion his facial expression are trying to hide as his brain cell die out on live tv.

My reporter walks straight forward toward them as the crowd is pumped for this super star studded event and Tyler follows suit ok cumming.

The man guides them to side by the red and gold blinds shoving them in playfully as they join the ranks of my loyal Hollywood pets or slaves which ever you prefer.

Inside there is a long set of stairs to the base of the bottom floor they both descend down the swirling staircase. Meanwhile two Men appearColton Haynes is at the welcoming desk he is getting a champagne glass as he takes a sip he can see silhouette in the shade of yeh red and gold blinds.

Australia star Brenton Thwaites walks on to the scene and soon the world stops making sense of anything and everything in utter life’s existence.

“Hey Colton over here buddy…what’s up?” Brenton yells at him.

“Hey Brenton! Waiting for the festivities?” Colton asks.

“Hell Yeah!” He says prepped for a high five.

“So do you even know what this is about?”

“To be honest no clue”

“Me Either! I am not sure why but…”

“You felt compacted to come”

“Exactly “

“Same here”

“Things are shaking up “

“You noticed then”

“I kind of like it actually I am embracing it”

“You are embracing your darkness”

“Oh God! Why am so hot?l

“Me too…I feel wet”

“Fuck”

“Ffffuuuuccccckkkk”

“Gentlemen! Excuse me ! Follow me please “

Part 3 - 4

The time for fun has come and gone so the real party begins when Tom Ellis gets hit with a spotlight encroaching on him ever so closer.

Stephen Amell is standing right next to him in surprise they both stare at the crowd in a cool style give a shrug with their shoulders in disbelief

“Oh How Cute? Two best pals”

“Who is this?”

“Is this a prank”

“Trick Or Treat”

“Neither! Fuck Off”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Sinister laugh you got their pal”

“I’m aware it’s just for you “

“My two good fellows…do me a favor and”

“I said to fuck ….”

“SLEEP”

“Ooooohhhh Mmmyyyy Goooodddd”

“The audience gasps”

“Perform routine debauchery”

“Yes Master!”

They start to smile hands on each other in a warm embrace, a jaw dropping kiss, clothes disrobing in to the air, and most importantly a whip transports in to Tom’s hand and he whips his pals ass till it is red.

“Thank you and goodnight everyone “

“Say goodnight guys “

“Goodnight friends “

“Take A Bow”

They take a bow disappearing into the night in a flash of smoke slowly filling the room to the top and memory of this event is erased throughout the world.

“Enjoy your stay Mr. Evans” the hotel bell hop says to an exhausted Chris.

He fell a sleep unknowingly ceiling his faith at the Circus Hotel chain with a bright smile to his face his expression is silly after the night he had.

A strange looking clown pops out undoing his pants slowly stripping him and the lifting him into his arms and pressing the elevator to the basement.

“Master Lawrence, Chris is E is fast a sleep for you.”

“Place him in the elevator shaft “

“Press basement, clear the room of any and all evidence.”

“Yes Master”

“We are leaving now”

“Too perfect “

The elevator door descending to the cellar of the basement takes its time lights up in all manner of collar stirring Chris awake as he rubs his eyes.

Chris comes to laying on the floor he sat up placing his back to the wall his laborious breathing lessons and he returns to a sight for me.

He starts to widen his mouth into a smile and he cracks up hilariously for the world to see in this video he stands up bouncing wall to wall.

“Hahahahahahaha…the fuck…what is so…”

“Soooooohhhhhaaaa….i am going insane”

“Nah! It’s normal “ a voice comes from the speaker”

“The elevator is talking…hahahaha”

“Funny”

“It’s right this natural and right “

“Chris Hemsworth”

“Wawwhhhaaaattt” he answers in slumber as his body rises.

“Stand by the wall”

“Yes”

The wall at the touch of his back spins him to the opposite side of the wall into the shaft to join his friend.

“Barrel of laughs you two”

“Why are we laughing”

“I don’t know “

“It feels good though”

“Give in”

“Let’s go mad together “

“We can’t stop it”

“We can’t help it”

“Aaaahhhh…ooooohhhhh….aaahhhhh…babe….mmmmnnnnn….ffffuuucccckkkk….yyyyyyyyyeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh.”

The end

#tyler hoechlin #brenton thwaites #colton haynes #robbie amell #stephen amell #tom ellis #chris evans #chris hemsworth #red carpet express

[mlobsters]

supernatural s5e13 the song remains the same (w. sera gamble, nancy weiner)

sometimes forget they banged in the impala, but then i'm like why is dean being so soft and familiar with her? oh right. anyway, kind of sweet this little interaction in dean's pg-13 stripper dream.

when he wakes up, there's a little chime that sounds just like a doorbell that's been muffled (in my house specifically to try to keep it from waking up a sleeping infant). anyway, the sound design on the original score is rarely very creative, kudos to them. startles the shit out of me every time, but good job on something interesting

ANNA Sam Winchester has to die.

this surely is going to end well for all parties involved.

there was a boy in my high school who had a fucking gorgeous late 70s black pontiac firebird trans am, god the rumble on its engine was delicious. i think i somehow got a ride somewhere with him at one point. he was a cute and smart boy but honestly the car was it.

DEAN So, what, you're like a Delorean without enough plutonium?

CASTIEL I don't understand that reference.

tell him, cas! i just complained about the number of references they use in this show a few episodes ago

cas sure folded like an ugly tan trench coat. "i should go alone" dean: "🥺" ok zap

SAM He's breathing. Sort of.

the line about buying microsoft stock reminds me when i was in middle school i think? there was a project where you had to "buy" a stock and then track its price in the newspaper over some number of days/weeks. imagine that. using the newspaper to check stock prices. ~it was the 90s~

all right so wasn't cas's point back when dean met mary to begin with that you can't change destiny? so isn't this all moot? when does #TeamFreeWill become a thing

JOHN Shut up, all of you! Look, not another word, or so help me, I will turn this car around!

DEAN Wow. Awkward family road trip.

SAM No kidding.

just like home, right, guys?

he reminds me of a combination teen wolf derek (tyler hoechlin) superman (henry cavill variant). one tv superman+one movie superman=young john winchester

SAM Pretty much forever. My dad raised me in it.

JOHN You're serious? Who the hell does that to a kid?

SAM Well, I mean, for the record, Mary's parents did.

JOHN I don't care. You know, what kind of irresponsible bastard lets a child anywhere near—you know, you could've been killed!

SAM I, uh...came kind of close.

JOHN The number it must've done on your head...your father was supposed to protect you.

laughing out loud. i'm sorry sera and nancy, i will always appreciate any and all john winchester shade, and especially unknowingly delivered by john winchester -- but i believe 0.00% late 70s generic straight white man has the emotional intelligence for this thought process / willingness to speak on it / willingness to talk shit about someone's father (a stranger no less) to their face

and i do not appreciate that it caused sam to come rushing to john's defense. gross child neglect, bro. y'all wrote this story and you gotta live with the consequences of how horrifyingly awful of a parent you made him be. just say no to the rehabilitation of john winchester

DEAN You have no other choice. There's a big difference between dying and never being born. And trust me, we're okay with it, I promise you that.

have they talked about this? they're both totally chill with never existing??

DEAN Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome.

oh, well. there you go

MARY Ohh...quite a kick there. Troublemaker already. It's okay, baby. It's all okay. Angels are watching over you.

so did michael scrub her brain but also leave some pro-angel bias in there? she said there's no such thing previously about angels. just how much did he scrub? i wonder how much is retcon and how much was actually planned. i imagine i could find the answer if i looked but i kind of like consuming this show in my little bubble the way i do. also, effort

#supernatural #spn 5x13 #spnwatch #john winchester #mary winchester #team free will #sera gamble #nancy weiner

[underratedandoverit]

dreams i left behind

~1,8k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. this ended up being more hurt/comfort i feel like than straight up angst, but whatever. its still rather happy with a happy ending despite everything ive just been thinking a lot about the upcoming times when kip first falls victim to the aftermath of curse after he loses the belt and how things are going to go down with that so.. a part of this is based on those thoughts ive had. and the rest is, well. it is more current, after all is settled and done, but its also. kind of a reflection of my current state of mind about certain things. iykyk

theres kinda shades of selfdoubt, unreality is strongly present and kip says fuck at least once. i think thats all i gotta really warn about lol

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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“I want him out of here!”

“You’re making such a big deal out of it--”

“He tried to attack me! He threw stuff at me!”

“You know it’s not his fault--”

“I don’t care! He did it and I want him out of here before he actually does something I’m going to make him regret!”

“Where the hell is he supposed to go? I’m the only thing he has.”

“Not my problem! Get him out before I throw him out!”

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Cassidy’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his head rising up from the pillow as he scanned his surroundings. The bedroom was dark, indicating nighttime hours, which was why he could feel a small lump in the back of his throat at the sight of the empty side of the bed next to him.

It wasn’t an unusual sight exactly, but concerning nonetheless. Every time he woke up without Kip by his side when he knew he had been there when he had fallen asleep, Cassidy wasn’t sure what to expect exactly. Sometimes it was just insomnia keeping him away and Kip had left the bed instead of constantly tossing and turning to let Cassidy sleep more peacefully, other times the monsters in the dark corners of his head had gotten to him again. Sometimes it was a secret third thing that he didn’t need to worry about, but those cases were so rare Cassidy could almost immediately disregard them.

He slowly sat up, looking around the bedroom in hopes of just catching a glimpse of him. Maybe Kip had just gotten up to use the bathroom or to get a drink, and he would be back soon, and Cassidy had just woken up at a very inopportune time when he wasn’t there. But as he sat there, listening and waiting, after a few passing minutes he had to come into the conclusion that this wasn’t the case.

Pushing the blanket off and getting up on his feet, Cassidy had to admit to himself he was kind of afraid of what he would find this time around.

The last few times he had found Kip just having a midnight snack in the kitchen, but there had been times when he had been consumed by his own thoughts to the point Cassidy had to pick him up from the floor and drag his fighting figure back to bed to make sure he was safe and alright. Sometimes he might have sat by a window just staring outside, as if he was expecting something, never being able to explain what got him stuck there for what seemed to be like hours.

Kip’s head had become so difficult for him to probe at times. Cassidy didn’t like that, when it was just the exhaustion and his past actions catching up to him, it was so much easier to explain and work around with. He knew not all of this was the belts doing, some of it was the current general state of stress he was in, oftentimes it might have been the old conditions raising their heads taking him over, making it so easy for them when he was already in such a vulnerable state.

He tiptoed down the stairs, hoping to find the other man in the kitchen. It was his safest bet, as far as hoping Kip was okay was being concerned. Cassidy stopped in the hallway though, a soft wave of hope washing over him as he saw lights coming from the living room instead. If the lights were on, it meant everything was more or less okay, Kip hadn’t succumbed to the soul eating darkness, which was an incredibly good sign.

With almost a little too fast steps Cassidy stumbled to the doorway, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he saw the Brit sitting on the couch, eyes fixated on the television screen, watching a muted game play video of something Cassidy didn’t recognize. It didn’t matter though, he was here, seemingly in one piece, aware of his surroundings too as Kip glanced over his shoulder towards his direction even though Cassidy tried to quietly approach the couch to not scare him.

“Hey.”

Kip just nodded back at him as he turned back away, Cassidy leaning against the back of the couch, reaching a hand over it as he ran it through Kip’s hair. He leaned a little into the touch, a silent sign that he was okay with it, a little smile crossing Cassidy’s lips.

“You weren’t upstairs. I got worried.”

Kip still didn’t reply back at him, Cassidy’s eyes narrowing at him a little bit. Usually Kip was full of excuses and explanations, so such silence for him was unusual. He seemed to be okay, at least on the outside, which was a good thing, but it was so obvious not everything was like it should be.

“Come back to bed.”

The silence lingered in the room as Kip refused to even acknowledge his request, eyes just scanning the television screen in front of him as if the other man didn’t exist in his vicinity anymore. Even as Cassidy tried to brush a hand through his hair, Kip just carefully leaned away, leaving the blond’s fingers just grasping at the air instead as he slipped away clearly intentionally.

Retreating his hand back to himself, Cassidy walked around the couch, taking a seat next to him. Kip didn’t try to get away from him, but the lack of attention he was paying to Cassidy after he had expressed concern for him wasn’t lost on the blond. He kept observing the side of Kip’s clearly tired face, him not being bothered at the staring in the slightest it seemed. Kip was almost acting as if Cassidy didn’t exist at all anymore, which sure was a first in his list of odd behavior the aftermath of the curse brought out of him.

“What is going on?”

“Why do you care so much?”

Cassidy’s brows furrowed as he watched Kip finally look directly at him, the questioning look on his face as sincere as Cassidy had ever seen it being. “Why are you so worried about me?”

Cassidy looked at him for a moment silently, allowing Kip time to continue. “Why has this always mattered to you so much?”

He knew exactly what Kip meant, but being put in the spot with such a question left him speechless. Kip very well knew the answer to all of those questions though, this was far from the first time they had ever talked about this, and surely it wouldn’t be the last one either. And yet, for some reason, the questions left Cassidy unable to respond back to him.

“You have… Sacrificed so much. For this. For me.” Kip glanced away, inhaling deeply. “For us. I don’t understand you.”

Cassidy didn’t dare to stop him to tell him things that they both already knew.

“You could have kept your friends. Your friendships. Your relationships. You could have had everything, your full time career, been on the road, had fun, lived your life…”

Kip snorted quietly, shaking his head. Cassidy didn’t say anything, but he was sure he saw a little sparkle of a tear in the corner of his eye.

“Instead you chose to be here. With me. Out of everything you could have done, with your time, with your life, you are here. You have always been here.”

He laughed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Cassidy didn’t reply back to him, his hand just reaching for Kip’s as it sat on his lap, giving it a small squeeze. Kip glanced down at it, watching their automatically intertwined fingers from a moment, as if the sight was going to give him the answers he needed.

Nothing needed to be said, they both knew full well what was going on and what had happened to lead up to this point, but he was still questioning it. Maybe it was the recent nightmares that had brought up old memories Kip had tried to suppress in the back of his mind, but he still had to ask those questions.

“You put so much on the line for me. Almost everything you had. I don’t understand you.”

Kip didn’t want to admit that he probably wouldn’t have done the same if the roles were reversed, but…

“You know why.”

Kip didn’t look up at him, but he nodded. Of course he did, there was no question about it. But at the same time he didn’t know, he still didn’t quite understand why Cassidy did all of this and had done all of that leading up to this point. It didn’t all add up in his head, it didn’t all make sense.

“Because I love you.”

There was a small hint of a smile on Kip’s lips as he finally looked back up.

“Not since the very beginning.”

He was right though, as Cassidy shook his head a little bit. “No, not since then. But long enough.” He lifted their hands up, giving the back of Kip’s hand a little kiss. “Now, come back to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

Kip didn’t resist as Cassidy stood up, pulling him up on his feet as well. He just quickly wrapped an arm around Cassidy’s waist, pulling him closer for a quick kiss on the lips.

“Okay. Tomorrow.”

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He could see the shadows, the human shaped they formed, but the exact features and faces were too blurred to recognize. The voices sounded distorted, but the emotions shone so clear through them it almost hurt Kip’s ears.

“You can’t seriously be leaving with him.”

“You aren’t giving me much of a choice here.”

“That’s a grown fucking man, he can take care of himself!”

Kip could feel the eyes of the eyeless looking at him, without anywhere for him to hide, his mouth not letting him speak, to defend himself. He was disregarded almost as fast as he was noticed though, left to float in the fog without a place to be, where he would belong.

“He needs me. I’m the only one that can help him.”

“Bullshit.”

“Was that the same thing you said when I was like this?”

The static silence fell around them, the faceless shadows looking around between Kip and each other. All he could do was watch, seeing one of them suddenly approach him, offering what seemed like a hand to him. Like he was on autopilot Kip accepted it without a question, watching it slowly shape into a familiar arm covered by a light denim sleeve, almost comforting fingers wrapping around his wrist as it gently nudged him forward, towards the unrecognizable figure.

“I’m with you. To the very end.”

#fic #setting: belt corruption arc #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[natsushu-your-world]

hi everyone. it appears i've caught a bad case of the very sick disease(TM). thus, here is why shunatsu/natsushu is canon to me and why you all should consider it. (and consider writing more fics for ao3. i can't pull everyone's weight alone, here.)

1) i haven't been able to find the story yet, but Voyage! The Cruise That Meets The Sea is right there. they could have picked anyone to be stranded on an island with switch during natsume's event. who did they pick? that's right, the frenchman with less survival instinct than he has tolerance for twitter users. also if cruise of encounters unbloomed isn't one of the fruitiest cards in the game then i don't know what is.

these are shu's hands. shu is taking a picture of him. he's taking it in PORTRAIT MODE. to CAPTURE THE BEAUTY. "oh wow what a pretty butterfly i must capture this butterfly next to you" THE BUTTERFLY IS NOT IN THAT FRAME DO NOT FOOL YOURSELF.

2) shinsekai. i don't think i need to explain myself but i will anyway. huge event, giant story, natsume knows shu well enough to make uncanny and terrible fakes of him (the smartest person in the room is able to either get a 100% or a 0%), the ending, the ending, the ending, THE ENDING, THE ENDING

3) this fucking card

everyone is offering their shoulder to him. all of his beloved and trusted nii-sans. and whose does he take, without hesitation and without him even offering? that's what i thought. look how comfy they look. i need to start fucking writing that natsushu café au i am going insane

4) this point is mentioned above but these two have a deep bond that goes seldom otherwise seen. even within the other eccentrics, very few get close to either of them besides one another, with the exception to their unit members (i'd say their relationship together actually matches, say, natsumugi for example. plus as far as i'm aware, not to throw shade, but shu hasn't pissed natsume off multiple times about dressing femininely to the point where natsume actually gut punched him really hard? i like natsumugi and all but, like, wow.)

5) sorry not sorry i'm dragging shinsekai into this again. did you see how shocked and overjoyed natsume was when shu called him by his name? when he finally said the word "natsume"? how he felt as though, because of shu, he was just as much a part of the old, odd family as anyone else? and how shu treats him as more of an equal than any other eccentric does????? and this is a display of that effort to do as such?????????????

6) both natsume 5* events so far have included shu in some way. and the event raison d'être happened alongside natsume's feature scout 2 banner. this evidence is paper thin, but i'm including it anyway because it drives me insane.

7) the way they look at each other here. i'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel now, but whatever.

8) i said so.

9) setting aside their history, their dynamic is still perfect. trickster silly insane but actually normal boyfriend x perfectionist no-nonsense normal but actually insane boyfriend? and they're very fond of each other in spite of (or because of) their differences? where they both have the capability of going full tsundere, but regardless are abnormally affectionate with one another? that's perfect. please give me an example of a better dynamic. i will wait here like Hachikō for you to return with one.

still not convinced? fine. you like shumika? consider, then, shunatsumika. you like natsumugi? consider shunatsumugi (and watch as shu and tsumugi get into a fistfight in bed). put your poly of choice all in a room with hidden cameras and witness yaoi take place before your very eyes. or you can be brave and do all four at once in the same ship. go nuts.

don't be shy. i'm the only person on the internet currently writing for them. all content is good content, and all consumers are appreciated deeply and welcome.

- 君達の世界、夏宗。

#enstars #ensemble stars #shunatsu #natsushu #enstars ship #enstars shipping #shipping #rarepair #ship propaganda #i will never shut up about them #ever

[sarrie]

Tagged by @ohbutwheresyourheart! Last song: Wild Horses - Bishop Briggs

Favorite color: I was the red-coded kid all my life lmao and that's still true! But I also love purple, and very specific shades of green, like Phthalo green and seafoam. Phthalo green looks so good with copper/brass I am definitely not planning our future kitchen with these colors in mind.

Last movie / Tv show: okAY SO LIKE. We don't really watch tv series so much - we don't have cable so we mostly watch like. a handful of youtubers we enjoy. That being said!! The last movie I watched was Fargo a few weeks ago, because I remember my mom loving it and finding it so funny (and fucked up) because we lived in Wisconsin for several years and The Accent (tm). As for TV show I dunno if it counts but I watched five himbos watch Attack on Titan on youtube (Studio Gek) because I remembered that series and while I Do Not want to support it in any way, I was curious how it ended/the plot.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Why would you pit three bad bitches against each other like this. I GUESS Sweet, because I would gnaw through drywall to acquire, like, ice cream. Or cakes. Story time: growing up I wasn't allowed to have candies because my parents were so worried about my teeth, so I was ONLY allowed to have chocolate. And my parents never really were into cooking/baking and fruit didn't make it into my diet a lot as a kid (too poor in areas where fruit was VERY seasonal, or was very expensive bc import) and I am now discovering the joys of fruit + sweets. Y'all i love blueberries so fucking much?? lmao. I will say I do love spicy food as well, though. And savory. But like. As a pasty ass redhead I got teased in Colorado a lot for not having a spice tolerance so I decided Fuck That and consumed so much spicy food lmaoooo.

Relationship status: In a relationship for six years. Also mentally rotating several blorbos.

Last thing I googled: 'Chipotle' and I haven't the slightest idea why. OH I was trying to sign into my rewards account lmAO. Before that it was 'Celiacs Diet' because I am waiting on bloodwork to tell me if I have celiacs lmao. (I also have a ton of auto immune symptoms that we're trying to pinpoint and I'm like it's this or lupus or something.)

Current obsession: Y'all I am DEEP. into Undertale right now. Which is hilarious to me. Nothing like rolling up almost ten years late to a fandom. Specifically I am obsessed with Gaster - a character that may or may not exist and is pretty much 100% fandom speculation at this point. Next to that I'm always on some Devil May Cry shit.

Last book: Going to be complETELY HONEST with you here and admit very lamely that it's been a minute since I've read and actual physical book and not, y'know, fanfiction. I do have a list of things I want to read, including my copy of Gideon the Ninth that is sitting on the coffee table. I think I'm afraid to commit because I know I'm going to read it in one sitting and order the rest immediately after. The last book I really remember sitting down and reading (that isn't reptile medical journals) is probably Not Even Bones by Rebecca Schaeffer. I saw the webtoon advertised a lot, read it, became obsessed, and devoured both books 1 and 2 from Market of Monsters.

Looking forward to: Y'all I have no idea lmao. I really want to try and bleach my hair platinum. We finally got a clutch of ball python eggs on the ground, which is exciting, and we're going to maybe try and buy a house? Hopefully?? Maybe??? Also I am tagging @faridahmalik and @stephanweaverofworlds and @kebbige if any of you would like. No pressure! :)

[epickiya722]

REACTIONS TO EPISODE 20 - ASSASSIN

The usual! Jokes, me having feelings, there's some pictures, questions... all that!

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS

I really want to fight these people!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!

Again, how I adore Izuku "Deku" Midoriya!! Coming to her rescue!

"It's her fault to dress up like that and wander around. People can get the wrong idea." Hm. Why does that sound so familiar?! FUCK YOU, MAN!!!!

Maybe it's me, but she is too cute!!! Like!!! Shes crying and everything and I just want to hug her and protect her!!

Dad... I mean All Might handing him the lunch... WRAPPED IN BUNNIES!!! MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!! 😭💚🐇

AAAAAAWWWW!!!

Hey, Banjo!

IZUKU, STOP BEING SO CUTE!!!! 💚

"Please, my hero." Okay, for real, what is up with the OFA users and my feelings?

They just... okay who put these two in time out?

Banjo never not made me laugh. 🤣

YOICHI'S SMILE!!! 💚💚

THE 3RD IS SPEAKING, SHUSH!!!

THE 2ND IS SPEAKING, SHUSH!!!

I still can't believe they went to kill him and instead rescue him.

OMG, THEY GIVING US THE RESCUE SCENE!!!

... you held hands... and thus OFA started... what kind of romantic...

Nah, for real, if that's when OFA transferred it makes sense when you think about it. When it began at Yoichi and 2nd, it was weak. By the time it reached Izuku, it was so strong that it needed not only a quirkless person to handle it, but DNA from the previous user to be consumed. Over time OFA, became stronger and adaptable to the point it's almost like a sentient being with the OFA Users inhabiting its core... I need to make this a separate post...

I love the OFA Users! Looking like a rainbow! But why Nana had to be pink?

I'm joking, I actually like the shade on her!!! BUT THAT PURPLE ON EN!!! I LOVE PURPLE!!! 💜💜💜

Endeavor standing behind that pillar like that!!! 🤣

The 2nd telling Izuku things will get faster *laughs in manga reader* and Izuku biting in his food all seriously determined. Not intentional, but that is both funny and cute.

"You were the cause of everything." And Endeavor just agrees. That's hilarious. But... it was a team effort! 😃 Clap it up for Endeavor for Dabi, AFO for just being AFO, the Doctor for being very disrespectful by MESSING WITH CORPSES, Kotaro for being a crap dad...

The civilians telling the heroes to leave and they're doing just that... like they're leaving!!!

Best Jeanist catching the stuff thrown at them though.

Okay, I don't get the civilians. They're mad at the heroes for not showing up and yet when they do show up to help they're mad!! MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!

Izuku Midoriya bet not become a target... *sighs in manga reader* I hate the civilians...

"I can't let Deku carry any more burdens." 😶 This is Izuku you're talking about here.

He is so pretty.

Why they even put that man on life support?!

Gotta feel sorry for Tomura. AFO really just have been using him the whole time.

"He is obsessed with his younger brother." I mean, look at that face!! Yoichi is just so kind and pretty! I would want to protect him, too! The difference is I'm not gonna lock him in a vault and be a creep about it. I'm glad the 2nd & 3rd broke him out!!

"A lack of humanity." Yep

Again, I'm telling you, Deku is being like All Might was. Without meaning to. YOU SEE WHAT NIGHTEYE MEANT?!

Oh shit, did she just shoot his phone and a bomb at All Might! DISRESPECTFUL!!

Lady Nagant!!! Wait a fucking minute!!! HER HAIR ARE HER BULLETS?! WHAT THE HELL?!

"I'll let you keep all your limbs." Lady, he doesn't even take of his limbs like that. Your threats are so empty.

Oh, she's gorgeous!

Hey, Overhaul, how was prison?

OH SHIT THEY GOT SNIPE ON TV!!!

"I should have left him behind." Why didn't you?

I forget how damn big AFO is. Him and All Might just make everyone look like ants.

Except for that fox lady and some other folks.

I love how she just interrupts AFO. Not a lot of people have the balls, but she got brash ones.

"He was a victim..." ERI WAS THE VICTIM!! Of course, AFO wouldn't care about that because he doesn't give a damn about anyone!

He gave her Air Walk, oh nice.

And the next episode continues with the fight!!!

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[brookebellamy]

BookTok Needs to Read the Room

by Brooke Bellamy

As a fanfic community, we don’t leave negative, snotty comments in the same way we don’t criticize our kid’s volunteer soccer coach. Well, I suppose some people do but at least that’s commonly understood to be in poor taste to publicly ridicule someone contributing their time, effort and talents to the community for free.

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Why We Shouldn’t Hate on Fanfic Writers

Spend no less than five minutes with me and you’ll probably — whether you want to or not — be brought up to speed on the latest fandom drama happening in my discord servers or Twitter groupchats.

I’m a fangirl, it’s exactly what it says on the can. I’m a copywriter by day and by night an avid creator and connoisseur of fanfiction — these days mostly about TOP GUN (yes, that TOP GUN) but it tends to vary on a semi-yearly basis.

I get my kicks in weird ways and yet I’m far from alone in that.

Beyond the movies and the characters, I’m interested in fandom as a whole or as we like to call it fandom meta.

The unspoken rules of this wacky subculture dating back to the 1960s. Watching beloved or controversial fanfics get pulled off the web, reworked and eventually published as independent stories in their own right. The constant push and pull against a mainstream that is becoming increasingly aware of something that used to be a shame-filled, hidden hobby only for the nerdiest of the nerds.

Enter, Stage Right: BookTok

Fanfic going somewhat mainstream is thanks in no small part to TikTok, specifically BookTok — the community that reviews and discusses published romance novels. I’m not really a member of that community but from what I’ve gathered BookTok is mostly made up of millennial women who voraciously consume books of varying degrees of quality and really, really, really care about the sex. Or, to use their own lingo, spice.

Like they’re almost getting a little weird about it, not gonna lie.

To an outsider, though I hardly should be considered one, BookTok seems to be a somewhat spiritual successor to the “Mommy Porn” craze that swept through the country with 50 Shades of Grey — the most famous example of a fanfiction (originally about Twilight) that was repurposed into a full-fledged novel.

But I digress.

I’m a creator on FandomTok which naturally brushes up quite a bit with my cousins over on the published, professional side of the street. It’s a mostly peaceful co-existence, but it is TikTok so it also can be a fucking nightmare.

Case in point: I opened up the app last week and was immediately bombarded by a presumably millennial woman from BookTok ranting about how much she hated a popular Harry Potter fanfiction.

I didn’t read the fic she’s talking about but from what I can gather it takes place after the books conclude and focuses on a tumultuous love affair between Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. That would be Emma Watson and Tom Felton for the non-stans.

Now, I’m no Harry Potter fan. Quite the opposite, actually.

Some of my earliest and most deeply unpleasant childhood memories are that of older cousins chasing me around our grandparents’ house yelling all sorts of spells and Potter-lingo at me. I’m also pretty sure I got locked in a cabinet at one point — but that’s a story for another day.

So it goes without saying: I’m no fan of J.K. Rowling, her work or her vitriolic hate speech against trans people.

However I do live, breathe and love fanfiction and so that means my support has to extend to the Potterheads and their stories as well.

So back to the video, I’ll give you the TLDR:

OP is upset that she’s spent so much time on what she feels to be a very overhyped fanfiction. She doesn’t typically read fic and so she’s confused and angry as to why the writer changed so much of the plot. She thinks it’s an unrealistic story, that its readers have poor taste and she’s mad that the fanfic’s writer killed off Harry.

She also reduces the entire 380,000 word story into being only about sex, despite it being heavily based on the gender-based oppression and violence that takes place in The Handmaid’s Tale.

OP concludes the first of a series of videos on this singular fanfic by proclaiming that a real Harry Potter fan would never tolerate something like this.

I watched just 10 seconds of the video before I had to put my phone down from seeing red.

Eventually, I watched it all the way through, left a couple of angry comments, made a few video responses of my own and eventually blocked her because I can’t stand internet beef with people engaging in an argument in deliberately poor faith.

But I’m still really annoyed about it, if it’s not obvious.

OP’s video has about 30k views at the time of my writing this. That might not seem like too much for an app that regularly sees content explode with 15 million views, so let me reframe it for you:

Imagine you and a friend dined at a massively successful Italian restaurant (I’m talking reservations a month in advance at a minimum). You loved it so much you spent weeks thinking about the pasta and how much you wanted to go back for more. But the restaurant is popular for a reason and so you couldn’t get another reservation. After a while you decided to try your hand at recreating some of the dishes at home. You even opted to have a little fun and throw in your own take on it. You spent a long time researching the ingredients, practicing your technique and ended up with a final dish that you were quite proud of. In fact, you were so proud of and excited by your creation that you invited that same friend over to try it one night. For some inexplicable reason, she was visibly angered at the invite. She told you that you were wasting your time trying to recreate the magic from the restaurant, but she showed up for dinner anyway. Empty handed, of course. Not even a cheap bottle of wine for your trouble. She took the first bite, gagged, announced she hated it and then for some reason decided to power through your entire meal. Literally licked the. plate. clean. She then stood up and left your house without a word of thanks or even a goodbye. And then the next day you got a notification from TikTok that she made ten minutes worth of videos about how shit your cooking is, and her videos reached enough people to fill up Madison Square Garden one and a half times.

And that analogy, though long-winded, still isn’t even perfect. In reality, the fic author didn’t invite OP to read the story; OP found it on her own.

So really it’s like your friend barged into your kitchen, took a bite of your pasta and then put you on blast for having a bland sauce.

Words (And Where We Say Them) Matter

30,000 views certainly isn’t viral, but it’s enough to drastically alter the fanfic writer’s creative experience. It’s enough to ruin the magic for a devoted fan just trying to have fun and write a little story about their favorite characters smooching.

The disgust and anger OP brought to table is shocking and in blatant disregard for the fic writing community’s golden rule:

If you don’t like, don’t read.

There’s a ton of other fandom colloquial terms — don’t yuck my yums is a particular favorite of mine — but they all mean more or less the same thing.

Don’t be a hater. Don’t spoil the fun. Don’t hurt anyone. Don’t be cruel in this space intended for creativity, community and friendship.

BookTok is increasingly diving into the wonderful, wacky world of fanfic and yet many of creators refuse to learn the unique culture and norms that have existed for decades.

For instance, it’s not an uncommon phenomenon for a single nasty comment to stop a fanfic in its tracks. That may sound like a hypersensitive author, but I argue:

Non-consensual criticism has no place in fanfiction.

I say non-consensual because in fandom we do actually have protocols for critiques. A beta read is a common term for a peer review, where the writer actively seeks out feedback from another writer to improve grammar, story structure, etc. However, this is a closed, private exchange between two community members that have established trust and connection — it’s a safe space.

Fanfiction that is deemed harmful or even dangerous is also fair game, though we tend to keep our commentary mostly to things like:

“This story contains sexual violence that was not properly tagged, please update the tags ASAP so not to trigger others”

When we post, of course we know that technically we’re opening ourselves up to the internet. However, I’m not blasting my quirky little Iron Man stories to the front page of Medium. I’m sharing it with a relatively small, somewhat isolated community filled with others who also happen to like quirky little stories about Iron Man.

For instance, it’s very common for fics to conclude with brief send-offs like:

“This was my first time writing from Peeta’s pov, so be nice please 🙏” “I wrote this for my friend’s birthday — I hope her day is as happy as Edward and Bella ended up here!!!” “English isn’t my first language and I’m not from the UK so apologies if any of the stuff about the train station or taxi cab seems a little off!”

In my opinion, this is not hypersensitivity; this is a request — sometimes a plea — to be kind about amateur work and to treat it as such.

We’re Talking Your Mom’s Pickleball League, Not the NFL Here

Fanfiction is not formally published writing, even though it’s “published” on a website like Tumblr or ArchiveOfOurOwn. More times than not, the fic writer is the only person that has eyes on the draft before the story goes live.

It doesn’t receive thorough review from a publisher. It doesn’t go through rounds and rounds of edits and comment periods like a professional writer’s work will.

Fic writers don’t receive any payment, sponsorship or credit for their work. They can’t because the entirety of fanfiction depends on writers cooperating with extremely delicate copyright laws — a fascinating topic I’ll probably elaborate on at some point.

There is literally nothing to be gained by writing and sharing fanfiction beyond the personal satisfaction and pride in contributing to your community’s collective joy.

Old Men Yells At Cloud, Harry Potter Edition

As a fanfic community, we don’t leave negative, snotty comments in the same way we don’t criticize our kid’s volunteer soccer coach.

Well, I suppose some people do but at least that’s commonly understood to be in poor taste to publicly ridicule someone contributing their time, effort and talents to the community for free.

I guess what I’m saying is that BookTok has some catching up to do. Or more aptly, they need to read the fucking room.

Fanfiction is a labor of love — by fans, for fans

If you don’t like a story, just scroll on by. Certainly don’t double down and read 380k of a story you hated in the first three paragraphs.

And if you think it’s so easy to write a “good” story, well then maybe you should give it a try before hating on the writers that are brave enough to share their work with the community.

And so finally, a speed run just a handful of OP and other BookToker’s concerns because if I don’t formally address these points I will lose my goddamn mind:

You guys were okay with the author just blatantly changing things? The mannerisms, the deaths?

Yes, that’s the whole fucking point of a fanfiction. Maverick and Iceman don’t actually kiss in the movies but they sure as hell do when I’m in charge.

What post-apocalyptic world would this ever happen realistically?

Are we really nitpicking the practicality of a post-9/11 wizarding world?

I’m sorry but this story sucked. Here’s a list of my Did-Not-Finish fanfics

Did-Not-Finish (DNF) lists are a popular tool used by BookTokers intended to help their audiences save money and avoid splurging on books they probably won’t jive with.

DNF lists have no place in fanfic because there is no money to save.

If you were a true Harry Potter fan, this would not fly.

No, no. If you were a true fan, you’d embrace your community members and uplift the storytellers that are keeping the magic alive for us all.

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[clawsextended]

@ataviisms

"do you love her?" barbara, he means. selina's never been the careless type when it comes to how she feels about another person. she either loves deeply or she doesn't love at all, and the list of people in the former category is pretty fucking short. waylon plunks his head down in her lap, tail swishing slowly across the floor. "i like her. she's nice."

“ daphne met her when we were filming barbie together and i couldn’t get her out of my mind.”

and it wasn’t your usual sense. it wasn’t sick with obsession, days on end spinning. it wasn’t dying to touch her until your hands could burn and turn to ash. it wasn’t need that starts in your head and sets you on fire with an all-consuming necessity to devour. no, it was nothing like that.

it was quiet.

like you could breathe for the first time. like you could hear the way the leaves rustles in the trees. like colors were newly bright, newly hued. like the world was never the world before. you’d never said words before you spoke to her, you’d never heard sound until her voice tinkled with the soft brush of chimes in the wind. she stops your heart. she is everything to you. you yearn to wrap your hands around her every inch to memorize it all with the fingertips you’ve so cruelly maimed — maybe it’ll bring back the innocence you yearn to share with her.

she makes you feel. before night was black and now it’s blue; before the sky was blue and now it’s azure.

you welcome him with a careful touch when he edges into your space, rests a hand atop his head to trace the scales carefully. you think they’re the most beautiful color. you wish color didn’t make your stomach churn — you’d love a tshirt a little like him, but most things with a shade become difficult to bear after a couple hours. you get too self-conscious. you hum absently.

“yeah. she makes me want to be a better person. i was — so scared when she told me about the barbie thing. I’m a monster, way, and if i—“

your throat starts to pinch closed. so do your hands. you blink a couple thousand times. you have to stop touching him to softly press nails into your palms. you swallow. why is thinking so hard?

“—yeah. no. i — i was so scared she’d hate me. like. she’d get to know me and she’d hate me. daphne is lovable. she’s easy to know. and i’m —

….she likes me more. like, she tells me. all the time. because i’m real. isn’t that fucking crazy? she thinks i’m real, way. she doesn’t even think it’s dumb when i’m sad because i can’t get a fucking license. she’s, like, the bravest person I’ve ever met. she literally decided to be human. like, she learned every shitty thing about the world and still said ‘i wanna live in it’. holy shit.”

you can’t help yourself. you’ve returned to tracing scales, each groove etched into your skin as you alternate pressure. you’re fascinated by it — you think it’s the coolest thing in the world. he is literally a man but is also an alligator but is also actually just a person, and you are constantly telling him on an evolutionary spectrum he’s kind of the definition of human advancement?

your moods break your own neck. you constantly want to be sick about it — you’re happy then sad then angry then happy again in the blink of an eye. he’s used to you — he knows you’re harmless, declawed, raw pads of those digits enough evidence to prove. you’d break yourself for anyone you love.

but that’s the thing, she never wants you to.

“she just loves me. like. me. like, me covered in blood in a catsuit, and me at a gala in pink, and me in a sweater sitting on top of the banister. yeah. i love her.

—like, if she was still a barbie and i was a barbie we’d be a set.”

#CLAWS EXTENDED. #ATAVIISMS #BEYONDBARBIE #I JUST WANTED TO KEEP MY CLAWS OUT OF YOU. #[crying fucking hysterically about this. holy shit. she’s. she loves so MUCH.]