every single day i think about the influence touya would have had on shouto as an older brother.
he has to take him everywhere he goes, so they're always jamming to the same hardcore music in touya's shitty car. shouto, obviously, develops a taste for the same bands, same songs. shouto is also in the ride-along to buy cigarettes and beer at midnight, and touya threatens his whole entire life if he tells rei, but shouto would never because he likes going too much.
shouto 100% would attempt to kick the ass of anyone that talked shit to his brother. little string bean, doesn't matter, this little boy is throwing HANDS for touya, and touya very much has the attitude of "no one can fuck with my little brother but me". whenever shouto gets in trouble for doing something he shouldn't be doing, touya is always taking the fall for him, no questions asked. shouto lies for touya like it's second nature.
shouto wants an earring because of touya, and touya probably GIVES the piercing to him, which makes enji blow a gasket. touya learns to play the drums and then shouto wants to, too — though he ends up being better than touya and touya promptly quits after that. touya teaches him to drive. shouto gets drunk for the first time with touya BECAUSE touya wants to be there to take care of him. they hate each other, they get into fist fights all the time, rolling around the house as fuyumi screams at both of them. they're best friends. they understand each other more than anyone else ever could.
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One of my favorite parts of phase 2 (and indeed one of the few moments I resonated with IDW Prowl) was when the neutrals were coming back to Cybertron and Prowl said that he refused to let Autobots be pushed aside and overruled after they were the ones who fought for freedom for 4 million years (the exact wording escapes me atm).
And I mean, that resentment still holds true even once the colonists come on bc like. As much as it's true that Cybertron's culture is fucked up, and as funny as it can be to paint Cybertronians as a bunch of weirdos who consider trying to kill someone as a common greeting not important enough to hold a grudge over.... The colonists POV kind of pissed me off a lot of times, as did the narrative tone/implications that Cybertronians are forever warlike and doomed to die by their own hands bc it just strikes me as an extremely judgemental and unsympathetic way to deal with a huge group of people with massive war PTSD and political/social tensions that were rampant even before the war?
Like, imagine living in a society rife with bigotry and discrimination where you get locked into certain occupations and social strata based on how you were born. The political tension is so bad there's a string of assassinations of politicians and leaders. The whole planet erupts into an outright war that leads (even unintentionally) to famine and chemical/biological warfare that destroys your planet. Both sides of the war are so entrenched in their pre-war sides and resentment for each other that this war lasts 4 million years and you don't even have a home planet any more. Then your home planet gets restored and a bunch of sheltered fucks come home and go "ewww why are you so violent?? You're a bunch of freaks just go live in the wilderness so that our home can belong to The Pure People Who Weren't Stupid And Evil Enough To Be Trapped In War" and then a bunch of colonists from places that know nothing about your history go "lol you people are so weird?? 🤣🤣 I don't get why y'all are fighting can't you just like, stop??? Oh okay you people are just fucked up and evil and stupid then" ((their planets are based on colonialism where their Primes wiped out the native populations btw whereas the Autobots and OP in particular fought to save organics. But that never gets brought up as a point in their favor)) as if the damage of a lifetime of war and a society that was broken even before the war can just magically go away now that the war is over.
Prowl fucking sucks but he was basically the only person that pointed out the injustice of that.
And then from then on out most of the characters from other colonies like Caminus and wherever else are going "i fucking hate you and your conflicts" w/ people like literal-nobody Slide and various Camiens getting to just sit there lecturing Optimus about how Cybertronians are too violent for their own good and how their conflicts are stupid, with only brief sympathetic moments where the Cybertronians get to be recognized as their own ppl who deserve sympathy before going right back to being lambasted.
Like I literally struggled to enjoy the story at multiple points because there was only so much I could take of the characters I knew and loved being raked over coals constantly while barely getting to defend themselves or be defended by the narrative so like. It was just fucking depressing and a little infuriating to read exRID/OP
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“Take my mind and take my pain…”
“Like an empty bottle takes the rain. And heal, heal, heal….” (“Heal” by Tom Odell)
Nighttime is my favourite time of the day. Being surrounded by this natural darkness and silence (not in the way, in which I have to “mute” the world all day long by shutting the blinds and wearing noise cancelling headphones to avoid being overstimulated) makes me feel…safe. Almost content.
In some nights, I’m even strong enough to leave my room, so I can sit outside on my balcony, enjoying a fresh breeze on my face. The world is silent, there’s no car on the streets and all I see, is the Moselle glistening in the moonlight in front of me. Finally feeling human again…
During the phases of my crashes, I can’t even step outside to my balcony. Sometimes I’m desperate enough to crawl outside, when my legs are refusing to do their goddamn job even with the help of my cane! In these moments, I’m glad to be alone…without any witnesses to my humiliation.
Last night was a lost night. I passed out…again. It scares me to hell that these moments are happening more often nowadays. All I know, is that I sat down on my bed…crying from exhaustion and pain. And hours later, when I’m coming back to consciousness, I’m still in the same sitting position. There are proofs in my room, that my children must have been here…proofs like a drawing lying next to me on my bed…a plushie sitting on my coffee table, watching over me. And I know that my kids will tell me, that I didn’t wake up…no matter what they tried to do.
Yesterday a friend of mine wanted to visit me in order to enjoy a cup of tea with me in the darkness of my room. I was so excited to see her…to have someone here for a little while…to feel less lonely for a moment. My body ached so badly and my exhaustion felt like a truck, who was parking on me…so I passed out whilst I was waiting for my friend to come over. When I came back to senses, there were several text messages and several calls from her. She was upset, that I didn’t hear the doorbell, both of my phones and her knocking on the door. So, after a while, she left…and all what’s left for me is a feeling of being a total failure…a pathetic shadow of myself.
There’s still no cure for ME/CFS…and no one knows, if there’d ever be one. All I can do, is trying different things, and yet…nothing helped me. With each new crash I’m falling deeper into the void of darkness and despair. Each new crash takes its toll on me…takes a piece of me away! I’m so afraid of losing myself completely!
When I commissioned my friend @sleepybradipo for this meaningful piece of art, I begged him to make the trust between Severus and Julia - but also their despair - palpable. They’re searching for a way to heal Jules…to cure her body and her soul. Maybe the answer lies in the Dark Arts…who knows? These lovers will try anything possible in order to save her…just like I wished to be saved.
Ivano, when I got the idea for this project, I just knew, that you would be the best artist to make my dream come true. Your tender style makes my heart swell with so much love and gratitude. I adore your work and the dedication to all these marvellous details in this artwork…it’s everything, I hoped to see, when I described my idea to you. Thank you for helping me to soothe my troubled heart and mind with your beautiful art and your kind words. I’m beyond grateful that I met you here, my friend. You’re truly a blessing to me. Thank you for everything. 🥹
Oh, and please take my apologies for this chaotically worded post. My disease seems to rob the next piece of me by stealing my ability to create vivid images with my phrases (I already mentioned that in my last post).
I’m sharing my nocturnal view with you. Feel free to enjoy the Moselle at night.
🖤Severus & Julia🖤
🖤Sevy & Jules🖤
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I seen that you are taking request for smut right now and was wondering if you could do a hc where jake has a gag kink? If not I totally understand
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ngl i think he'd quite like this 🤭
also no worries ty for requesting lovely!
• maybe not as a primary form of foreplay, but more a little playful element that makes things all the more intimate
• it's worth remembering that jake's really a soft!dom, maybe partial to some backtalk and tackles to the ground as you try and establish some short-lived dominance over him, but ultimately he calls the shots likely using his cliche daddy voice
• therefore, gagging will just be another kind of manner in which he can illustrate just how much power he has over you, through a more physical means;
• it could be through taking his throbbing lengthy cock deep into your mouth, but arguably, his long thick blue fingers down your throat get to him more, because he gets the opportunity to see it up close
• i think jake's just interested in seeing how far you'll go to please and impress him, as in spite of the disproportionate power dynamic, he too prioritises new tricks and wooing his partner over other things like sadism, punishment or selfish desires *cough* unlike catboy quaritch *cough*
• e.g., when you crawl into his lap on your hands and knees, getting comfortable through some light grinds and gyrating of your hips, jake'll be more than intrigued to figure out what today's effort will be
• when you begin to nuzzle softly into his strong, muscular chest, rubbing the soft flesh of your cheeks against his collarbones and neck, only to lightly gaze up at him, he'll soon catch on; as you're doing little but intertwining with his fingers, playing gently with the tips, as you suck your bottom lip in what can only be described as poorly-hidden anticipation
• opening your mouth slowly, maybe even sticking your long pink tongue out, jake's mind immediately goes to some form of oral; be it fingers or cock, he's likely game to experiment - especially as you've plucked up the courage to so confidently show your needs through such a slutty, erotic expression
• jake'll snake one arm around your hips, maybe groping the soft round of your ass, while the other lightly strokes your chin and cheek; cupping your jaw ever so gently, he'll let out a "...babygirl..*tsk*...want 'em inside, huh? of course you do, uh-huh, take it in for me, that's it..sweet girl.", as he slides his middle finger into the wet warmth of your mouth
• slowly thrusting it in and out, his eyes glazing over in lust at your expression; eyebrows raised, eyes almost sleepy from the intimacy and softness of his movements, tongue gently moving up and down under the weight of his finger; your mouth still agape, as little whines and needy moans spill from your lips
• he'll bite his lip in arousal, fangs almost nipping into the soft flesh; cock hardening, the veins pulsating as his tip begins to lightly drip at the lewd sight. jake's eyes will almost narrow, keening and focusing to better take in the view of your smaller frame in his arms, your hips now overtly grinding into his hardened erection beneath you
• adding another finger to your mouth, pushing them extra deep down your throat, the soft gags and gurgles around his lightly curled digits only rise the shared temperature between you; the smell of your sticky, slicked up pussy easily noticed by jake, as it drips past your cloth covered lips, and onto his flexing thigh below
• jake'll continue like that for a long while, if you let him; getting increasingly hot and aroused at the glucks and hitched groans that escape your mouth. he'll coax out your more depraved, whorish side for him though small phrases, "..mhmm, yeah, that's it pretty, take it deep for me.."
• "no, no, don't fight it..i want it all inside, take my fingers..take it all in, i know, i know it's deep..you can do it babygirl, c'mon..", his tell-tale smirks of amusement and thrill bubbling just under the surface at your actions
• he'll make sure to test you too, of course. he's ultimately a bit of a daddy, and therefore finds nothing sweeter than your need to impress and catch him off-guard with your sexual abilities;
• watching intently as your eyes twitch and flutter in badly-restrained discomfort, and your throat begins to convulse and gag at his unceasing motions, he'll only find it all more arousing; wetness beginning to build under your eyelashes, cast down at his larger fingers pumping rhythmically inside your mouth
• and of course jake'll likely commit it to memory for when he's especially horny later; tugging his hard, pulsating dick in his fist, watching the reams of hot, thick cum spurt from his tip at the mere thought of your babygirl behaviour
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