#however. everything about this fucking sucks!!

[holybibly]

Bunnies, how are you? I hope you enjoyed yesterday's teasers and, if all goes well, next week I'll be feeding you a full-length gothic smut with the magnificent vampire prince Hwa.

But I'm used to spoiling and pampering my bunnies, and so I'm going to share with you a few thoughts that have been on my mind for a while now. Nothing too fancy, just the hottest and most perverse of me.

Imagine you're a 9th Ateez member. You are their little princess, the most precious thing they have. You're well known in the industry for your mesmerizing looks and siren voice, which is in perfect harmony with the boys and creates the most unique and stylish sound. But it is also the reason why you are so popular with other male idols. 

You refused to date for a long time, and in general, you hardly had time for it. Unless you were busy with work, you were always busy with boys. However, when you were asked out by Sunghoon from ENHYPEN at the annual awards ceremony, you decided to go on a date. 

To say that the boys weren't happy is an understatement. You got a lot of annoyed eye rolls and snide comments, but you have to hand it to them; they kept their wild jealousy in check. 

Apart from the fact that you were terribly nervous before the sighting, there were other things you were worried about—more intimate things. You didn't understand how to please a man when things got hot between you, and who better to help you than your great leader, your adorable Hongjoong Oppa? 

You shyly asked Hongjoong to talk to you and embarrassedly told him about your worries. Of course, being a great leader, Joong knew exactly how to help you. 

"Don't worry, baby, we'll teach you everything." 

Now imagine Woo and Hwa teaching you how to suck you off properly while at the same time giving Hongjoong a blowjob. Their plump lips slide wetly over the thick, hot length of their leader's cock while their tongues lick the veins, swelling with excitement. 

"Now it's your turn, angel." Hwa says to you, pulling her swollen, reddened lips away from Joong's cock with a wet pop and gently guiding your head down so that your lips surround the head of Hongjoong's cock. "Repeat after Woo, honey; you'll do great." 

And of course you do as you're told—licking, sucking, drooling, and sliding your lips along the velvety throbbing length.

"That's my good girl, our precious Chagia." The leader moans, stroking your hair lovingly like a kitten. "That's right, princess; you're doing the right."

Your tongue meets Wooyoung's on the hot, wet head of cock, and all the caressing escalates into a messy, wet kiss between the two of you.

You feel Seonghwa's hot, wet kisses on your neck as Wooyoung continues to fuck your mouth with his tongue. Your "mommy's" elegant hands are not so gentle as they pull off your clothes. His voice is hoarse and deep as Hwa whispers into your skin.

"You don't need anyone but us, princess; we will take care of you, our precious."

"Hwa is absolutely right, kitten; no one is going to love you like we do.".

#ateez smut #kpop smut #atz smut #ateez hard hours #ateez unholy hours #smut #seonghwa x reader #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #jung wooyoung smut #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut

[museandwords]

taking your light inside (bucky barnes)

Warnings: female reader, pussy eating, reader is a brat, use of 'little girl' in bed (once one reference to reader's pussy), bucky is an animal, reader hates bucky (not really), it's just porn. that's it.

Author's Note: this is pretty much a continuation of this, no plot, we allergic. big thanks to @samodivaa 🫶

This has been your married life.

If Bucky was not out doing god knows what (Something criminal, you’re sure), or the two of you aren’t in society making an appearance, then you’re in bed with some part of Bucky stuffed inside of you.

In various positions.

However he’s feeling that particular day. Lately, he’s been fucking you from behind with your hands held behind your back as he plows into you. He’s been really passionate about his face between your thighs as of late.

You could kill him. You would, you will.

You just have to get your no-good husband out from the spot between your legs where he is buried as he licks long, pointed stripes against your folds, like you’re the best tasting treat he's ever had.

Bucky's intense focus was solely on you, his fingers digging into your hips as he devoured you with an animalistic hunger. He relished in the sounds you make, the way your body writhed beneath him, every movement and noise driving him to further heights of satisfaction and closer to losing control.

Your hand comes down to his hair, you have a tuft of his locks in your fist as you pull. His startling, baby blue gaze darkened as the two of you made eye contact.

"Bucky..." You whine, your eyes screwed tight as he begins to suckle on your clit. He forces out another cry from your plush, swollen lips.

Your legs were brought onto his broad shoulders, he wears your thighs like earmuffs, muting everything else but the sounds you’re making.

Bucky couldn’t get enough of you, your feisty, bratty attitude had trapped his attention and affections in ways no other woman had before.

He would get on his knees for you and he has done so, almost every day.

This was the only way Bucky could get that snot-nosed spoiled attitude out of you, tongue-fucking you dumb until you were nothing but a drooling, whimpering mess.

Your cries of his name spurred him on, his rough beard tickling your sensitive skin as he intensified his ministrations. The taste of your slick on his lips only served to heighten his own arousal, his more primal instincts kicking in to possess and pleasure his wife in every way possible. Your smell is like a drug to him, he can’t get enough.

Your body shivers, feeling that delicious beard burn that makes your toes curl. You aren’t polite or shy enough to stay quiet, even though the house staff can probably hear you all the way in the kitchen.

It’s heaven. Bucky may be a demon from hell, but his mouth and his dick were heaven-sent.

“God…I hate you.” You moan as you push his face further into your folds. This is the only time you’re remotely dominant or aggressive in bed, when he licks your pussy.

It’s also the only time you say that to him.

You actually don’t really hate him, not right now anyway.

You breath heavily, feeling Bucky spread your folds with his fingers as he gives a very hard suck against your clit which causes your hips to stutter.

Bucky pulls away from your glistening core, a string of slick connecting his lips to you as he brings two fingers and plunges them deep into your swollen, sensitive core.

“I know, darling.” Bucky responds as he presses his thumb against the area of your clit and rubs gentle circles. His eyes fall down to where he’s stuffing you full. He can’t get enough of this sight, it literally haunts his thoughts, consumes him, he’s never been so pussy-whipped before.

“But she doesn’t,” He says, cocky and amused as he rubs against that spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll into the back of your skull. “Greedy little girl.”

Shut up, get off me, you mean to say, but all that comes out is a high-pitched squeaky moan.

It’s so degrading too, the fact that you’re naked save for your lacy bra holding your breasts in place while he’s still fully dressed, dress pants and a white button down shirt. His hair was tied in a neat, low bun until you yanked it out of place. Now it’s sticking up where you pulled at it and clinging to his jaw.

You hate how pretty Bucky Barnes is.

Bucky pulls his fingers from you with a loud slick noise and you whine at the loss.

His hands come down as he shoves his hips in between your legs, and he’s moving to work on his belt, not even bothering to remove it fully, just undoes the buckle and works on his button and zipper.

You’re a panting mess below him as you watch, you lift yourself so you’re leaning against your forearms and look up at him with such intensity, so much fire for such a small little thing.

Bucky hums.

“Mrs. Barnes,” He says as he pulls out his thick length from his briefs, he only bothers to push down his pants and underwear just to his midthigh.

He slaps his length once, twice against your soaked folds, and then he rubs his cockhead up and down, letting it catch in your hole. He groans, and his brow furrows as you watch him shiver.

As cool and collected as he pretends to be, he can never hide just how down bad he is for your pussy.

“I don’t know how a spoiled little brat like you has the kingdom of God between your legs.” He says as he sinks into you.

You jolt, never fully prepared for his sheer size as he buries himself to the hilt and he forces a gutted moan out of you.

“Lucky me.” He groans as he rests his forehead against yours, his eyes shut as he relishes in the way your velvety walls cling to him, how your warmth seems to encapsulate him. He couldn’t walk away, even if he wanted to.

Your eyes move over his face, studying the seemingly blissed out expression he wears as he’s inside of you. It’s such a strange thing, to see him in this light; his face tight in pleasure. It makes him look more like a man than the demon he pretends to be.

“Move.” You hiss. Bucky sucks his teeth.

“As you wish, Mrs. Barnes.” Bucky doesn’t need to be told twice. His right hand is planted hard on the headboard as he pulls back from your face, his left hand, the cold metal making you gasp as it slides up and spreads your right leg further before he brings it to rest over his shoulder as he begins to rock his hips into yours.

He likes how flexible your hips are.

The raw drag of his cock makes your eyes roll as you focus on the feeling.

Each thrust makes you breathless. Every time his cockhead brushes against your cervix you see stars. You’ve learned quite quickly you enjoy the rougher fucks, when he takes you like a mindless animal chasing a high.

Your breasts bounce from the sheer velocity of the way Bucky fucks into you. The softness of your tummy has Bucky salivating, his hand comes to rest on it.

His eyes dart between his hand on your tummy and the vision of his cock sinking into your wet heat over and over.

You focus mostly on the way your walls cling to his cock, you relish in the feeling of his thick length filling you up. That’s your favourite part.

Bucky licks his thumb before he brings it to your clit and begins to rub circles. Your chest heaves as your pussy throbs tightly around him. You both groan and Bucky throws his head back as his eyes flutter closed.

You’re close now, he’s been working you for the past hour with no relief, he wanted you to cum on his cock today, and that pressure in your depth has been growing, Bucky’s going to make it pop.

Your hand comes up to hold your left breast as your right hand comes to wrap around his hip, your fingers grip into the side of his ass as you try to make him go deeper. He laughs breathlessly.

“I’m all yours, darling.” He breathes as he begins to grind into you, he hovers over you as he folds you up, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit as he shifts. You moan, loud, and before you can even think, you’re pulling him into a kiss, your hands on his face as your mouth meets his.

And you explode. You fall apart on his cock and your walls tighten around him. You pull him into you, refusing to let go as your pussy pulsates and you moan into the kiss. Above you, Bucky seizes as your pussy squeezes him and forces him to cum.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans against your mouth as he begins to milk his orgasm, his hips snapping short and sweet against yours which causes some aftershocks in both of you. You can feel him throb inside of you. You’re both breathless as you look at each other.

Bucky’s expression reads satisfaction, relaxation, and something else you can’t pinpoint.

Before either of you can think, he leans down and kisses you again. His softening cock still inside as he wraps you in his arms and pulls you flush against him. You whine into the kiss for a moment, though you don’t fight it. Not this time.

When he pulls away, he kisses your face, your cheeks, your nose, your chin, up your jaw.

“Don’t…say that again.” He breathes, he tries to be firm but there’s a layer of vulnerability, of begging in his voice. Your brow furrows.

“I can’t listen to you telling me you hate me.” He admits, his forehead rests on your breast bone as he places soft, gentle kisses there.

He’s always oddly affectionate after sex.

Your gaze softens as your hand comes up to cradle the back of his head. You’re always a little thrown off when it comes to showing him affection, but you do it each and every single time.

“Then what do I say?” You ask, your eyes are on the ceiling because if you try to look at him you’re going to melt.

“That you love me.” Bucky says immediately. Your stomach drops, and your heart flutters. He bites your breast and you let out a cry.

The audacity of this man never fails to catch you off guard.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you

[seramilla]

Give me more of vaggie being carmilla miscarriage kid

Charlie, ever-diligent girlfriend and pillar of strength and love that she is, stands outside Vaggie's hospital room for what seems like hours. She wants to give her girlfriend as much time as she needs to process the news that Carmilla is undoubtedly telling her right now. That includes pacing up and down the hallway. Fighting the urge to peek inside, or disturb this moment that the two women undoubtedly need to face on their own.

There is the sound of shouting, and crying, and understandable frustration from within. The truth had been a surprise to everyone, particularly herself and Lucifer. She can't imagine what's going through Carmilla's mind, or Vaggie's for that matter. She wants to fix it, but there's realistically nothing she can do. Vaggie had told her once that she can't fix everything, and she should accept it. It fucking sucks, but she knows she needs to let her girlfriend do this on her own. With her...mother. That still sounds so weird to say.

After a while, however, it's been at least half an hour since she's heard any sound from inside. The walls of Belphegor's hospital are sturdy; they're built well, but not soundproof. She starts to get concerned that maybe something has happened. The little window over Vaggie's door is covered, and the door is shut tight. Eventually, her curiosity gets the better of her, though. She trusts her girlfriend, but she also has the right to worry about her well-being, all the same.

Just a peek. She'll open the door, confirm everyone is still alive in there, and close it again. They'll be none the wiser. The latch turns slowly in her hand. She doesn't turn it enough for it to click; only for the bolt to release, so she can push it slightly open. Once there's a sliver of light shining through, she peers inside, angling her head in different directions until she gets a view of Vaggie's hospital bed through the slat.

Both women are lying on the bed. Carmilla kind of halfway on, because she's too tall to fit on it completely -- not if she's going to leave Vaggie any room, that is. The smaller woman in question is facing her, cradled up closely against her side, nose buried into the taller woman's chest. She can't see her girlfriend's face entirely at this angle, but she can hear her soft breathing. It's gentle, and light, and familiar; not distressed like it'd been before. She's asleep.

Thank fuck for that, Charlie thinks, as she smiles at the scene in front of her. Carmilla is still awake, and lifts her head slightly to acknowledge Charlie's presence. She nods at Charlie, who smiles and nods back. Charlie closes the latch quietly, finally relieved for some confirmation that they're both okay in there.

Obviously they still need some time, and Vaggie still needs to recover, and come to terms with all that's happened. Her dad, Zestial, and Bel left for the cafeteria a while ago, so she decides to follow them. Hopefully when they return, Vaggie will be awake. Charlie can't wait for her turn to comfort her girlfriend herself. Thank goodness that Carmilla can do so now, in a special way that she cannot. Her chance will come. She just needs to be patient.

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #vaggie #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #belphegor hazbin hotel #ask #fan theories #vaggie carmilla related au #zestial hazbin hotel #chaggie

[coleskingdom]

Lost in Translation

Will Ospreay x F Reader

Minors DNI 18+

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri thanks for putting up with my Will fixation.

“Thank God that’s over” Will relief showing in his tone. “However love what was that look you were giving me from behind the camera.” legs still spread in the chair, where they’d just finished filming. “ Did I say something wrong? “ his words held doubt and anxiety. “This is your dressing room for the day right?” as I walked towards the door. “ Yeah, but tell me what I did.” his voice slightly pleading. “ You only sat there looking like gods gift to women, talking about stroking a goat. It’s petting here in the states, stroking means something entirely different here.” Locking the door smiling as I walked back to him. “Christ, first my meme face and now this. At least it wasn’t something like the battle I started when I said grind.” his laughter filling the room he stood as I walked back to him.

The mischievous look in his eyes as he focuses on me. The scruff tickles my face as he leans in and kisses like he's intent on conquest, and I'm already claimed in one sweeping kiss. His kiss makes me feel painfully empty with a desire to be filled, hyper-aware of every inch of my body. Every part of me he isn't touching. Until his hands are on me, dragging me down on to the chair with him as if I weigh nothing, pulling me into his lap.

Until my ass is against his thighs and there's something hard and hungry and oh-so-thick pressing up against me, hot even through the fabric of his athletic pants , burning against the naked backs of my thighs. Until his arm is hard around my waist, caging me against the hardness of his body, giving me everything I need with the pleasure of his touch crushing against me. Until everywhere he touches me, pressed chest to chest, stomach to stomach, makes me aware of my senses, when he touches me my body comes alive under his hand.

He bites at my mouth, stinging and bruising and all delicious heat.

I bite right back. Fighting him, giving back need for need, kiss for kiss, lick for lick, nip for nip until we're a tangled mess of rushed breaths and grasping hands.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I stroke back through his dirty blonde hair. He lets out a thrumming, feral growl against my lips before burying his face against my throat.He sensitizes my skin with the rasp of his beard, then ignites me again with kisses and gentle, slow bites trailing at my throat, following my pulse.

My gasps come low, at first, turning into startled cries as he lifts me, shifts me, his possessive, rough hands on my thighs.

Making them shake as he pulls them apart, repositions me, settles me down on his lap again until I'm straddling him.

Suddenly, this is so much more intimate.I'm wide open, my panties drenched and pushing up against sensitive, needy, wet-slicked flesh.

His hands dig into my ass, making that empty clutch in me, that need to be filled, pulse ten times harder.

He grabs at my shorts, handfuls of my flesh, and brings me down against him.

The pressure of his cock against his pants is almost fucking me, sliding and rubbing between my thighs, scorching my own wetness into me with heat and friction, and there's no escaping it when his body is so large between my legs that my inner thighs ache. It's the effort to span him, to straddle him, bared in all but name.

“Will we can’t here. We can go back to the hotel.” my words barely recognizable.

His answer cuts off my words burying his face against the low neckline of my tank top, dragging the delicious friction of his stubble over the upper curves of my breasts. He only pauses to dip his head, captures my nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling and teasing through my top and bra.

It's molten, the fabric trapping the wetness and heat of his mouth, slicking it against my skin.

His tongue that leave me writhing against him, rocking my hips, grinding myself against him greedily until I'm all, desperate need, completely stripped of my senses.

He makes a deep, satisfying sound with one last little lick, then lets go, looking up at me with those blue eyes smoldering.

"You were saying?" he growls. “Here, here is good.” I pant. He kisses me again - softer this time, a gentle thing that ends in a taunting nip, a promise. "Feel like being bad maybe breaking a few rules?"

I bite my lip, tasting him on it, then curl my fingers against his sweatshirt, gripping at the hem and tugging upward. His eyes brighten, then darken, and he leans back from me enough to grasp his shirt and pull it up over his head.

Every time my fingertips skim his shoulders, his chest, the ripples of his abdo-men, a shudder rolls tensely over his body. He's barely holding himself in check, breathing harder and harder, while every part of him I take in makes my body ache deeper and deeper.

Until my fingers stray down to his navel, that trail of tempting blonde hair, and lower. Will’s control snaps.

Suddenly, I'm tumbling on my back, spilled across the locker room floor. I almost laugh at the absurdity of the situation as he pins me.It’s the warmth and need and softness in those vivid blue eyes that cause me to shiver. His splayed fingers skim up my body, pushing the hem of my shirt up, taunting me with the his calloused fingers.

I suck in a breath as his hands rove higher, as he lifts the tank top over my breasts, baring me save for the barely-there bra cups that are no protection at all.

Not from his gaze. And not from the heavy, touch of a possessive hand curling against my breast, cupping and kneading my flesh against him, until I feel like putty in his hands.

A whimper slips out of me. I can't help but writhe, lifting myself up, eyes slipping half-closed as I bite my tongue on pleasure.

His knee braces against the floor between my thighs. Every time I move, I'm grinding myself against the hardness of his thigh.Struggling not to completely lose myself with every touch, every kiss, every heated glance.

I'm so weak for him. So shamefully weak, he strips what last strength I have as he lowers his body over me, licks his way up my stomach in sizzling trails, catches my bra cup in his teeth, and drags the lace down to bare me to him.

And to the kiss of his lips, as his mouth teases me once again with no buffering layer between us, pulling my hardened, tightening, tingling nipple into his mouth.

Desire shoots through me.

I'm so lost, such a mess, digging my fingers into his back, as I move against him. I don't even realize what he's doing until my shorts are open and suddenly there's the heat of hard, thick knuckles against tender skin, slipping down, exploring and brushing over my folds.

I can't stop my moan this time. It rips out of me, a sweet hot tremor as everything inside me clenches. His fingers well practiced as they glide down slow, knowing to find where I'm already wet. He has me in the palm of his hand.

He knows how to make me writhe. Knows how to make me spread my straining thighs and lift myself desperately toward his stroking fingers. Knows how to make me lose my breath when he teases one greedy point and then the next.

And he knows how to completely break any last resistance I had when he lets go of my nipple with one last loving lick, swirls his fingers through my dripping wetness, and growls huskily against my ear, "..always so ready for me." Oh, God. Just two fingertips, sliding inside me, slow and testing - but they're enough to set me off.

"Will!" | gasp, arching hard against the floor. Only the thick, pinning of his body holds me in place.

His fingers respond, surging slowly deeper, anchoring me with a rough confidence and certainty that twists me up and leaves me feeling so deliciously his.

He conquers my whole world, in this moment; there's nothing but the heavy rasp of his breaths in my ear, the heat and pressure of his body, the unyielding planes of hard muscle beneath my digging fingers, the movement of his fingers coming deeper and deeper.

Twisting. Pumping. Taking. Pushing me higher and higher each time he strokes, quickening his delicious pressure against my inner walls. I turn my head, lips against his ear. "Will," | whisper. He stops, gently slipping his fingers from my body. That raspy, commanding voice murmurs against my ear, my jaw, my throat.

"What about the hotel? You want me here, now?”

I nod, struggling to catch my breath as my entire body vibrates . “Please." He's already dragging my shorts, my panties away - peeling them down my legs, stroking over my thighs with his fingertips in the process.

Then I'm bared before him, the last scraps of cloth clinging to me, he slides down his pants. I bury my face against his shoulder, feeling hard heat pressing against me, thick and teasing against me until my stomach clenches and my breaths hitch. He rolls his hips against mine, a hard surge of muscle bunching under my fingertips, plunging his cock into my trembling, clenching depths.

The feeling of every inch of him gliding inside me, moving with such perfectly controlled strength and giving me that feeling of fullness.

One rough hand pins me to the floor , his fingers digging tight into my hip, having me to take him at his pace. l’m a whimpering mess just craving more. Then I feel it that moment when our hips crash together, when we lock so perfectly, when he fits inside me just right.

That moment when he's touching all those places that turn me into fireworks and stars. My clit throbs, buried under his pubic bone, gently grinding against me each time we collide. I'm gone. Bonelessly limp with pleasure, melted underneath him while he kisses me fiercely, delving into me until there's no part of me he hasn't touched. His hips crash harder. Faster. His thrusts come insanely deep, driving into parts of me that have only been touched by him. A feral growl pouring out his lips every time he makes me gasp a little louder.

He pushes his forehead against mine, and we're eye-to-eye when our O comes together. That moment when his whole body goes rigid and he growls my name. His dick swelling while my pussy pulls at every inch, and then I feel his release.

“Love , are you okay?” as he pulls me into him. “I think I’m going to need a shower and a massage after that.” grinning at him. The concern on his face eases, “Shower here, then a massage at the hotel.” his voice flirting the line between mischievous and loving.

#will ospreay x you #will ospreay x y/n #will ospreay smut #aew smut #will ospreay x reader #will ospreay fanfic #will ospreay imagine #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic

[deoidesign]

important distinction.

Testing a few different things with this one

#I spent straight up 5 hours testing out and trying to use different animation programs and you know what #they all suck all the fun out of it for me. frame by fram 4 ever yaaa #anyways I'm thinking about trying to make like an animated short or something. might get some voice actors and everything #extremely excited thinking about it #however I fucked up super hard and I accidentally overwrote my original file with my reduced size version. so #I only have this like 500px version of this now #so if I were to use this clip I'd have to redo it anyways #but I think I wouldnt? idk. maybe I would. but either way I was just doing this as a test I dont think I'd want the same composition anyway #this is what I am telling myself so I dont get sad losing that file WHWLJGLJGLKSJG I am extremely sad about it but. its okay. #ok anyways #animated gif #2d animation #my art #digital art #ocs #my ocs #time and time again #animated #animation #gif #rough animation #adam #ttawebcomic

[oozeandgoo-art]

had an odd dream that i was reading a comic book. sketched a couple of the pages i could remember.

#i might adapt this into an actual story because i am SO SO SO mad that it isn't a thing i can go back to reading #oc #im definitely keeping the concept of save-bot i fucking love save-bot he's just doing his best. i love a robot who wants to help people #im not equipped to be writing about underground rebellions with any sense of real tact though #besides its in a superhero universe/story so you know it would just be so sucks lol #sketch #god the colors were so interesting. the teal parts were all very precisely crosshatched and the fire was this gorgeous brush pen looking #colored inks that just seemed like they were MOVING #and i mean some of that was because i was dreaming but god even in my halfhearted copy you can see some of the movement #it was a bad scene but a really really REALLY fun dream. i love when a book can *get* to me so i was really enjoying it #put it aside so i could take a break and woke up. instant fury at the universe for not having it be a real book instead #ill reblog with details if anyone's curious. i can explain this scene but i dont feel like it #the green people are in a secret basement though. hiding from the government. blue jacket guy is a speedster robot named save-bot who does #rescue stuff with every fire department so fire suppression technology is not very good because save-bot "can just save you'' #however they're badly over their legal occupancy and the secret basement has One (1) exit so everyone is like really fucked here. #includinig save-bot who is going to do his job until he dies because he is an ai without any sense of self preservation and he cares #which i didn't even CATCH until i woke up and started tryin to frantically note everything down #and then i was like wait. the glitter on that last page before i realized i needed a glass of water to keep reading... what WAS that... #(it was tears suspended in midair because save-bot goes so fast and also knows he's so fucked LOL) #seriously i'm so mad someone else didn't make this.

[feywhimsy]

thinking about halsin and his relation to trauma. how he was able to heal from the terrible thing that happened to him, how it doesn't control him, how he can acknowledge it but he doesn't hurt how he used to. how it doesn't consume his every waking thought. it's incredibly healing to be able to see a character who has immense grief and trauma still able to be hopeful, still able to make a change, and be able to interact with the things that hurt him in the first place.

#i'm lowkey sick so i'm sorry if this post doesn't make sense #the brain fog is real today #but do you get it?? do you see what i'm saying? #once i'm feeling better i'm gonna write more about everything i love about halsin bc there is a LOT #i saw some people saying in the poll that halsin lovers are just like “him Good :)” which i DO do #but it's mostly because i'm fucking exhausted from work literally all the time #and it's not worth trying to change the minds of people who are always going to disagree with me no matter what i say #however. halsin love blast #i swear it seems like some of these people are purposefully ignoring things that are clearly stated in the text #halsin #moxie.txt #btw i'm not saying that halsin isn't without flaws! literally the entire point of bg3 is that everyone has flaws! #but the blatant disregard for what's in the text sucks :) #also no hate to the orin lovers i respect you #it's the halsin haters that bother me! <3

[thechosenanubis]

do you ever think about " the Osirian's need to keep the Chosen One safe" mentality and how it could affect Eddie's mental state? Because I do.

All the time.

#house of anubis #chosirian #eddie miller #Maybe the Osirian forces Eddie to see Nina as a job/duty #and Eddie has difficulty separating the two different ideas of Nina he has in his mind: #Nina the Chosen One/Duty and #Nina the Friend #and it wouldn't surprise me #that from all the pressure he would feel from such a daunting responsability (because failing means Nina would be dead) #he would on the verge of a mental breakdown every time Nina does something reckless #and eventually the pressure would be too much and he'll have a mental breakdown 😬 #HOWEVER in my mind Sibuna are there to remind him he doesn't have to deal with this responsability alone... #and that all together they can keep Nina safe from all the dangers that plague the chosen duo #and that Sibuna will be there for them no matter what #like in my mind the Chosen duo life fucking sucks....like youre under pressure by the entire “ keeping the world safe” destiny thing. #AND everything around you wants something from you or wants to kill you #but i really love the idea that Sibuna are there to remind them that they are more than their “ Chosen” status #don't mind me... i'm in my feels rn about Sibuna being there for the Chosen Duo 🤧

[vulpinesaint]

mkay not to be like. a little insane or anything. but god i've been going crazy over religion (catholicism) and blood lately. did anyone else drink blood as worship every week since they were seven. was anyone else inundated with images of open wounds as holy. is anyone else consumed by the thought of holding onto a crucifix tightly enough for the edges of it to draw blood. i turned in a poem about drowning in communion wine in an empty church while bleeding from crucifix-inflicted hand wounds and trying to talk to god and my creative writing professor gave me extremely normal critiques i feel like i'm losing my mind

#is ANYONE ELSE here. #also i made my poetry insta and i was gonna backpost but i think i might just sit and stare at it until april sfkghsd #it's me and my few hundred tumblr followers on my poetry acc. and the five thousand pornbots on this one ig #life is so. like. #i CONSTANTLY think that being raised catholic didn't do that much to me but obviously it did SOMETHING #you know what. yeah. cause i didn't end up with guilt over being queer but i did end up having my whole world view torn away from me #cause when god is the fundamental building block to everything... #my parents were extremely reasonable about things all things considered #but losing trust and faith in god is like having the bottom block pulled out of your little tower #and since i was fifteen i feel like i've been trying to either get it out fully without letting it all crumble #or trying to push it back without causing more damage #and the tower's never gonna be the same no matter what. you know. #i suck at self reflection so i never actually think about this stuff but dear god does it consume me #like no i did not end up with catholic guilt really. however being asked to examine yourself as a sinner at 7 will do things to you #HATE myself why am i still awake. so fucking upset i need to be up so early tomorrow skdjfgh #screaming and crying. anyway anyone else up thinking about catholicism and blood??? #valentine notes #catholic tag

[theflyingfeeling]

tomorrow-me's gonna hate tonight-me, part 3522

(an incoherent work-related rant in the tags, read if you will but it's boring lol)

#due to bus schedules i go to work every morning almost two hours before my actual work starts #and i always use this time to plan the day's lessons etc. #(in case someone's somehow missed this i'm a language teacher 👩‍🏫) #which is convenient but often i underestimate how much time i'm gonna need #and so i end up in a race against time to finish everything before i actually need to be ready (=my classes start) #so far i am yet to go to class without having prepared all the stuff. more or less at least lol #but it really sucks to have this rushed feeling to everything 😩 #and so every single fucking day i'm like ''when i get home i'll do this and this so that i can for once be ahead of myself'' #but the second i actually get home i'm like ''...nah 🙂'' #because goddammit i'm HOME pls don't make me work there 😭 #but some stuff i just don't have the time to do at work. such as marking student essays 😟 #at least that i COULD do at home if i wasn't so protective of my free time 🤧 #but lesson planning? lots of the materials are at the school anyway #so that's sort of my excuse to NOT do any of that at home but. sometimes i know i should 🤡 #because tomorrow-me would appreciate it #however tonight-me tends to be a lazy fucker who wants to just imagine blorbo nonsense or stare at a wall doing nothing 😭 #i have regrets about this career choice lol don't become a teacher kids istg

[omtai]

had a dream terminator was chasing me thru an evil halloween forest & to make things worse he was a vampire zombie werewolf all at once😢 my dark and twisted mind. And you know what’s worse. i woke up from that dream and then fell back asleep and dreamt i was at my old high school & THERE HE WAS AGAIN !! Following me thru the dreamscape like a metal freddy krueger…..

#the dream looked really cool visually at least. the trees were super big and sprawling & instead of leaves they had glowing jack o lanterns #so atleast the forest wasn’t dark as fuck #i did however accidentally run into a witches party. they were making some sort of giant potion #with a bubbling green cauldron and everything #and they didn’t see me thank god otherwise i’d have them to worry about too😭 #the 2nd dream sucked bc not only was he chasing me but my friends mom was chasing me too and arguably she was scarier

[the-rollerchloster]

Just feeling a little salty so I want to throw a thought out into the universe...

Has anyone ever considered that when you make your entire online personality about being anti something - by filling your blog with anti tags, or actively searching out posts/blogs to publicly berate - that you just look like a sore loser?

#yes this about the battle between destiel and wincest #too many people make their entire being about being 'anti heller' #why babe? #who actually hurt you? #hellers aren't even allowed to comment on things that have nothing to do with destiel it would seem #cos apparently we ruin everything #god forbid anyone want to talk about spn in a general sense #cos it's been ruined by hellers boo hoo #i'm not saying all hellers are perfect - there are plenty of toxic people on our side of the fence #but even something as simple as the dean's sexuality poll i reblogged earlier has butthurt wincesties crying 'hellers suck' in the tags #dean's sexuality textually has nothing to do with cas #and how the fuck can you claim dean is straight and then want him to bone his brother? it doesn't make sense #interpret spn however you like - but don't get shitty when a large portion of people don't agree with you #that blog seems to have a good mix of interactions from multiple corners of spn fandom #so don't blame hellers when the results aren't what you expect #argh #rambling in the tags #anti antis #(i am aware of the irony of using an anti tag on this post) #thoughts #spn #supernatural #fuck it you can all see this and block me if you want to #idec

[parsleymusic]

the urge to respond to critique about portrayal of unpolitically correct attitudes or phrases or actions or whatever in regards to mental illness with "what if I told you that it's not my job to tell my readers that when my character says stuff like 'my binge eating disorder is not as bad as my brother's bipolar + PTSD combination; he has to win at something' that it's Bad and the Wrong Attitude to have when it's largely a tongue in cheek joke about living with mental illness and watching the people you love experience a different flavor that is also worse

#one of my characters tells another character that her grandmother committed suicide #and the critiquer said that I should have said died by suicide #because that is now the “correct” way to talk about suicide #and... I know that #I work in the psychology field #and i'm aware of how speech impacts perception #however #my character does not care about this distinction #and honestly neither do I #it doesn't matter to me whether or not you say “committed suicide” or “died by suicide” #and I have had someone close to me kill themselves #it fucking sucks but no amount of “died by suicide” takes away the reality of the action being performed by the person dying #imo it's a cheap trick that purports to discern the complexities of suicide in that people who do it aren't fully to blame for it #but it doesn't! that conversation needs to happen in full without shying away from the reality that the person did choose to die! #I just... I don't know #i want to portray life as it is not as we wish it to be and I'm not writing a message book about mental illness #also this critiquer comes from the YA space and this book is adult and I fear that the gearing towards YA generally meaning a more actively #condemning attitude towards “problematic” attitudes regarding characters that doesn't have to be present in adult fiction #dealing with someone else's mental illness for years and years is taxing and takes a toll on you and that's problematic sometimes #but you know what! everything is! #/this person had a lot of good things to say but there is something so blah about this in particular #“say die by suicide” #no #anyway

[jocelynships]

I totally didn’t cry over the fact the X-Men aren’t real last night before bed haha who does that

It’s me. I do that.

#in my defense this has been such a shit week at work #and I’m like. barely hanging on with everything rn #I gotta get through today but idk if I have the strength #and I just want my family rn #rewatching WAXTM and then X-Men 97 finally coming out just. reminded me how much I love these guys #and god infucking missed them #however it just reminds me how much it hurts that they aren’t real tho #anyways I was gonna go hang out in the parks tomorrow but uh #out of state spring breakers are coming #so it’s probably gonna be too busy #and I’m just physically and mentally exhausted #I think I’m just gonna stay home and work on commissions #to the people I owe art I promise it’s coming I’m working on things a lot slower than I’d like #and I feel terrible about it tbh #work has just been sucking me dry and I have no energy #I haven’t even been drawing for myself #anyways. I promise I’m working on stuff I just need actual energy and not to sleep all fucking day

[intertexts]

hm.

#how do i tell my sister that while i appreciate the thought it is in fact not nicer if she takes the couch occasionally and lets me have my #room sometimes. first of all i HATE disruptions like this it's kind of even more distressing 2 be able 2 sleep in #my own room for one night and then i can't again!!! that sucks net zero!!! second of all She Has My Quilt.... trying very hard 2 be normal #and chill about this and not like it's one of the few things i really really really hate other people using & causes me distress etc. #also like i explicitly said 'hey haha don't do this please' & then she did anyway. which she does!!! i forgot about that!!! #also like man i dont fucking want to sleep on someone's used sheets & blankets that's gross. so im arguably less cosy than i would be. gggh #this all seems like.... very minor and stupid im sure however man im like constantly in a state of middling to severe distress over this #shit. because i in fact also hate people going through my shit or being in my room and also having no privacy however #im very good with suppressing and or masking how much i hate it usually!!!!! but dude she fucking hung her laundry & underclothes #to dry or air on top of my fucking books on my shelves. like. ghghhh hate it hate it cant SAY i hate it because of the everything!!! #ok. sorry. minor pressure cooker escape valve complaining over now im gonna go sleep awkwardly on top of the blankets on my own bed with #some throw blankets. leaving my door open for the beafts if she closes it in the morning bc she thinks she knows what i want ill scream. #txt #neg #this is like private kvetching btw ok i love her dearly it's just unbelievably frustrating.

[pepprs]

like i hesitate to make this comparison when i don’t actually have the condition and god willing never ever will but it’s like with c*vid how sometimes it alters your tastebuds forever and everything you once loved tastes rotten. that’s exactly what this is like. and it fucking sucks

#purrs #i was looking back on stuff i wrote in 2020 today which was also DEEPLY. VISCERALLY hellish for obvious reasons but i think the difference #is that then it felt like there was a very clear way things would get better (the lockdown ending even though the way it did fucking sucked #and covid isn’t over even though everyone thinks it is etc etc) but now it’s like.. the world is just bad. and my life is just bad. and #there are ways to fix things but they’re small and there are some things that in my lifetime i will never transcend or if i do it will come #at excruciating consequence that i am not currently in a position to even fathom let alone experience given the fact that i live where i #live and am constantly… like not to say it bc it’s so overused now but ACTUALLY literally genuinely g*slit. lol. like i need to not be in #this situation and that’s the key to everything but i don’t have the strength to transcend it rn so it’s an ouroborus situation or however #you spell it where the issue just begets itself. im in such a doom spiral of that and i have to break it but every day i just lose more and #more of my will to try. i heard a story on the radio the other day about scientists inducing depression in mice by pinching their arms over #and over until they gave up fighting and that image has been stuck in my head all week. that’s what it feels like rn. except im the one #doing most of the pinching and i don’t know how to stop #delete later