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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 9 months
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End of Empathy (time for violence)
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan jingyi#jin ling#lan sizhui#We are back to the present! Honestly I think I'm going to try and truncate the rest of this arc.#I LOVE yi-city and I really appreciate all of the support the yi-city lovers have given me. And the patience of those who aren't.#But it's been two months. And I need to move this along </3#Anyways; I love the start of ep 3 so much. The worried concern of the juniors is so cute#but the crown jewel by far is wwx responding like a parent that's very hungover but trying so hard to be nice about it#like 'shhh shhhh guys hi I'm up now. Can you keep the volume down. Can you get me some water and my sunglasses from the glovebox.'#and of course the incredible wham line of 'Xue Yang Must Die.'#'Is YX irredeemable? I'm pro 'everyone is capable of change and deserves a chance.' So Im of the camp of 'if he had the opportunity...maybe#The issue is that this setting has no structure to provide those opportunities. You are perceived as a threat therefor you must die#XY is a very interesting parallel to the YLLZ because they both meet the same fate: outsiders determining that they need to be killed#plus both did war crimes. I know it's easy to forget the YLLZ actually did do some of the things he was accused of (most wrong)#but wwx also has blood on his hands. He also sought revenge in pretty twisted ways. Both were given opportunities to step away and refused#The difference is that we empathize with and like XXC & SL and A-Qing. The Narrative says they were wronged and that is an injustice.'
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Vincent Price and Elizabeth Shepherd -
Tomb of Ligeia (1964) // dir. Roger Corman
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willowser · 1 year
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my guilty pleasure trope is like. trash reality dating show au LOL
like you and bakugou on love island ??? HELLO ???? he is 100% the show-stopper that comes in as a twist at the very end, after everyone is already coupled up. thinking they're happy in their pair. ready to move forward and get to know one another. AND THEN BAM. bakugou katsuki. huge and tan and toned. probably a firefighter or something, been single for a long time because he finds it hard to put himself out there — and coming on live, national television was the perfect way to get himself out of his comfort zone LOL
let's say. you're coupled up with denki and you love it ! he's great and funny and charming and will make someone happy — but that someone is just not you. from the get-go, your relationship feels more friendly than anything, but he doesn't try to cop a feel on you in bed and he's a good snuggler and maybe you kiss him once, just to see how it feels, and that's not so bad either. but there are no sparks, no fireworks. you'd be content to even ride out the rest of the challenge in a couple, because he's comfortable, but that's not what either of you came on the show for.
after the first week, bakugou couples up with jirou. her sharp wit and dry humor draws him in enough (and he's always kind of liked that edgy look that she has) — but he very quickly realizes that she's really not that into him POOR GUY. bakugou really isn't her type; besides finding his attitude funny every now and again, they really don't have much in common. don't do much of the same things, share hobbies or interests, so it's a little bit of a bust.
i like to think you're just friends for a week or two. another guy comes in, two new girls come in, but nothing really changes for either of you. keeping your respective couples, just because no one else has really caught your interest — and it's not until a challenge has you kissing him square on the mouth that either of you start to take a second glance across the villa.
you watch him work out in the mornings, make a second cup of tea for when he's done. somehow, you both always end up in the same section, leaning back in the lawn chairs or sitting side-by-side on the beanbags as you chat about how the challenge has been going so far for either of you.
the part of this trope that is so funny to me is that — bakugou really is not the kind of guy that should be on this show LOL he's hard to approach and intimidating and if you don't understand his attitude, then you won't like him. and what little game he has isn't played like this: approaching someone in front of everyone else, nabbing you from your couple, having to put himself out there so that he doesn't get sent home. all while on live television.
but — it's not until you admit, casually one day, that you and denki are just friends that he decides to do anything about it. the two of you have gotten along so well in your couple that bakugou didn't think he stood a chance but after talking to you, he's awkwardly telling kaminari in the kitchen, alone, that he's planning on pursuing you. and denki thinks that's great ! thinks you deserve it !
the week continues on much the same: you and bakugou chat here and there, eat breakfast together away from everyone else, he makes you laugh and you make him smile his crooked little smile at the floor, embarrassed, as he tucks his face and pulls his hat further over his eyes. it's cute and you're having fun with him, but the recoupling is surprising, still.
when he has to stand up there, in front of everyone, red-faced, and grit out that you've caught his eye, that he's enjoyed his time with you, that he'd like to get to know you better — and you're floored. ecstatic, but floored. because he is certainly intimidating, and regardless of the fact that you were with kaminari for so long, you might not have ever approached bakugou, because he's just. so huge and handsome and striking.
and then you're settling in for the night, crawling in to your shared bed for this first time. and he's not like denki, not a cuddler, but you still make a point to wiggle around to him, wait until the lights are off and even breathing sounds throughout the room — and then you tell him, quietly, grinning in the dark:
"i'm really glad you picked me."
you feel bakugou sigh, a bit heavy, and you wonder if you're going in to strong — but then his hand skates over your arm, rests carefully against your hip, and he murmurs, "'m really glad, too."
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i wrote this a lil bit ago and have since been made aware of luna's love island bkg !! 🥺 it's so detailed !! there's a whole show for the two of them !!
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greg-montgomery · 2 months
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pen loved hotch the most out of everyone on the team imo 😶
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slavhew · 3 months
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Hello!
If you're not too busy, would you mind listing some of the things you think count as death flags for Mr. Spender?
There's the obvious fact that he's the "old" mentor to group of young protagonists, but what else do you think would count?
OHH BOY ok so I'd think I'm a crackpot for this but since we're talking about Zack "Foreshadowing" Morrison. I have some thoughts
No harm in leading with the (chronologically) first thing that jumped out at me:
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This one IMMEDIATELY made me antsy whenever I came back to it after my initial read, and considering Zack has referred to it on twitter in the past as one of their favorite jokes it's definitely not been forgotten about.
Second, the sheer amounts of near-misses, jokey or not, of Spender narrowly avoiding specifically lightning
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Again, not much, but it's weird that it happened thrice, latter two of which had real gravitas rather than an one-off joke.
And third, Spender himself. He's repeatedly shown himself to be kind of a self sacrificing idiot, as well as prideful to a fault. Granted, it's both him and Mina trying to take on all the responsibility of saving Mayview and its inhabitants from their fate.. But Spender is exactly that right measure of doesn't-value-himself-enough (chest footprint aftercare or lack thereof), having an obscene amount of power (enables his loner act + pride) and poor judgement that has the capacity to put him at great risk. And it has!
Spender has not only shown low enough self-esteem to view himself as the de-facto scapegoat for the safety of the town, but also prideful enough to make very bad calls that end up in people, often himself, hurt (COUGH FORGE INCIDENT COUGH)
This is all conjecture, but it's definitely enough to make me worried about him :') Even if all this doesn't mean he'll necessarily die he's definitely getting (even more) seriously injured at some point. I love the guy but he's so far doing a horrible job of convincing me he wants to live bad enough to circumvent at least that
#not art#admin answers#paranatural#pnat#richard spender#pts-fic-notes-and-blog#before i continue on with tag ramble i just want to say tysm for leaving an ask!#none of my friends read this so ive been stewing on these thoughts for some months and i loved finally sharing them#this isn't exactly proof but the hijack possession seemingly being the final nail in the coffin for his and isabel's relationship.#idk it feels significant to me. thats one more tether to support kinda gone. someone who knows him well enough to know he's unwell#he seems not exactly content but fr incapable of not burning bridges as he is now. and considering how rashly he acts he REALLY needs those#to not do stupid shit all the god damn time with no buffer other than Lucifer. who for his measured approach to rick's hotheadedness#has honestly shown himself to be pretty lenient and kinda bad at controlling spender's more (self) destructive tendencies? so he dont count#to be clear i love spender to bits but he is dumb as rocks and has all the self preservation of a fruit fly. it needs to be said#also the lightning man... idk its WEIRD like especially on the reread its the thing that most consistently threatens him! it repeats#sure he gets chewed by a bat and banged up by forge but?? he somehow always comes back to lightning. catnine has it out for him#its something i didnt even really put together until i continued reading the flashback chapter AFTER getting this ask and went OHHHGNHF#which the only reason lightning is such a non issue is lucifer's powers. which belong to his sunglasses and not to the spirit in him#so its not like they can't be taken away he's just got a really good excuse for having those on all the time#TAGS GETTING SO LONG. ANYWAYS. i hope this is comprehensible lol
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thiziri · 3 months
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Sir Tim's StressHat™ appreciation post ✨
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kindahoping4forever · 10 months
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5SOS IG Story
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whoevrwhatevr · 8 months
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tearueful · 3 months
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Anyway, Barret Wallace appreciation post.
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I love him and his gay lil outfits
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the cardigan? the vests?? the crops??? He's everything to me
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astrum-aetherium · 11 months
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this post has been in the passionate making for quite some time now, and now that it has finally found its deserved conclusion, i solemnly assure you that it's wholly worth the wait — i am convinced it will delight many. before we start, however, i need to implant an introductory inkling into your mind. picture this: going on vacation or merely indulging in the persistent, swelling summer heat with henry winter. it would be glorious. now that you're entertaining the notion, let me immerse you in the rather enticing concept of vacation!henry. note that this will be dirty — wickedly so. i haven't been able to stop thinking about this handful of scenarios since the summer started — and it's july. my mind is befogged to say the absolute least.
first of all, he would have to shed and thereby neglect his signature suits — the weather, certainly, would be the only insurmountable obstacle protruding his aesthetic, stylistic, and stoic path. he would simply lose control, unable to do anything about the sweltering heat — and yes, much to his displeasure, perhaps, he would be forced to abandon the multi-layered outfits and resort to much lighter clothing (if any at all). simply imagine him in those old money shorts or light slacks, summer-at-the-hamptons-style, with a loose, billowing, unbuttoned white shirt, sleeves rolled up and all. and sunglasses — god, the sunglasses. he would own the kind that have diopters in them, so he wouldn't have to alternate between his prescription glasses and his shades — he would already possess the best of both worlds. this, consequently, would lead to him rarely ever taking them off. think about that.
i want to imagine you dragging him out to a beach, maybe in maine or massachusetts (having forced him to drive you there in the first place via your convincing charms), or even him taking you on a yacht trip with his family as an eye-pleasing, gorgeous plus-one. or, you could always go on vacation together, just the two of you — he certainly has the money, and, undeniably, the motivation (the entire greek class did, after all, want to go into hiding in argentina, although for a vastly different reason). hell, you could simply go on a hike together as well. i know how uncharacteristic this sounds, but help me god — the notion thereof isn't letting me go. it has clasped a mighty grip around me. i simply cannot resist sharing it.
i need you to picture him in his light, airy outfit, hair disheveled due to the persistent sea wind, and wearing his expensive, dark shades — smelling of a mix of sunscreen, light cologne, and cigarettes. so tall and so ominous and yet so unwound, so absorbant of summer's grace. i would falter. i would never be seen again.
at the beach — and i've already received an ask about this in the past — he would be so unassumingly teasing, so that it would result in ache. actual ache. of course, being henry, he would bring a book, immerse himself in it, and not even consider getting into the water. the most he'd do is step in ankle-deep at your incessant requests and physical urgings. in spite of that, he would still be very indulgent — he would teasingly spread sunscreen all over you upon your merest inquiry, help you adjust your bathing suit and tell you if anything is awry about it for the sake of your modesty, whilst also keeping a curiously daring hand on your spine or your backside as you'd lie next to him. he would be reading attentively, neatly seated on the towel next to you — with you lying on your stomach in the sun and trying to absorb the rays even a little — and yet, one of his free hands would be on you. it could even go as far as his digits lightly grazing your glistening, waxy skin; this constant physical contact would result in various shivers arising all over your body and a certain, straining ache striking in the pit of your stomach.
of course, due to the beach being a public place, you wouldn't have sex there — unless you'd sneak out there at night and then consecutively complain about finding grains of sand everywhere — but that doesn't mean the two of you wouldn't relentlessly tease one another with the obvious allusion thereto. henry would grant you too many touches of an entirely indecent nature to be coincidental, including accidentally dragging his thumbs across your pebbled nipples under the pretense of fixing your bikini top. you, on the other hand, would do anything in your power to get him as riled up as you can — you'd carefully flash him on accident, tease him by exaggerating profusely whilst eating a popsicle, and emphasize swinging your hips as you'd walk back and forth from the shore to the water, fully aware of his observing you closely. all these things considered, i think it goes without saying — you'd end up with your ankles swung over his shoulders and him repeatedly sinking into you in the backseat of his car the very second you will have gotten in and driven out somewhere remote. you'd be gently mewling and crying for him to go deeper, his body so hot and glistening and slippery against yours, with the stale summer heat (commingled with the heat your bodies generate) and the scent of sunscreen permeating the car.
now, to the yacht scenario — admittedly, it's something i've been fantasizing and ruminating and losing my mind about the most. i can just imagine him sitting on the deck, maybe in the far back, with his legs crossed, reading a book with his sunglasses having slid down his nose a little. the wind would mess with his hair and his half-unbuttoned shirt, making him look all the more irresistible, even from afar. you would approach, then, lightly irritated with the fact he still resorts to reading whilst on vacation and in the middle of a picturesque lake, or ocean — disregarding both the breathtaking views and you. depending on whether his parents will be there or not, you'd assess your surroundings, and in the case of the coast being clear, you would muster up all of your courage and dare rip the book from his hands and plant yourself in his lap instead. irked and yet thrilled, he would, of course, welcome you with a firm embrace, flashing you a small grin — a grin that would only hide the merest bit of annoyance. his palm would drift across your thigh, bared by the wind billowing open your lacy beach robe.
"how tactlessly rude of you," he'd quip, trying his best at sounding irked, but unable to conceal his utter interest. exasperated and agitated with his behavior, you'd challenge him, "not as rude as your ignoring me all day." in response, he'd scoff. "i do devote my utmost attention to you during the night, however, don't i?" he'd remark, tilting his head to the side and involuntarily widening his smirk at the small, yet perceptible bite mark upon your collarbone, protruding from the lace. that, undeniably, would shut you right up — similar to the cock being slid down your throat mere minutes later in your shared suite as punishment for you having become so unbearably mouthy and audacious with him. in the end, you'll wind up with a different type of sunscreen all over your face — he'd come on it, hotly and thickly, only to leave you to the joys thereof and retreat to the deck again, flushed and yet centering his focus on his book anew.
whilst on vacation in a different country with it exclusively being the two of you, well — this is where we're offered so much potential. no matter the destination — italy, france, spain, portugal, malta — you would be able to find a way to mix his aesthetic interest with pleasure nevertheless, and constantly. you'd go see a library or an old ruin site in the morning (not after a refreshing round of morning sex before even leaving the hotel room), get impossibly daydrunk at lunch, shamelessly fuck against the window or even on the balcony as a result, go out to encounter more sights in the evening, get even drunker, and conclude the night with one last, gentle round with the windows wide open and the lukewarm night air billowing the curtains the same way your whimpers would swell in the silence.
furthermore, you'd fully indulge in all the wonders of sundress season — specifically the lascivious ones. more often than not, you'd forgo wearing any underwear, and make this noticeable to henry at, seemingly, the most inconvenient of times — at cafés, restaurants, museums, exploration tours, beach walks. this, of course, wouldn't specifically surprise, but nevertheless irritate him. in a mindful, protective manner, he would thenceforth try to keep an eye on your dresses and skirts out of the fear you'd accidentally expose yourself — only to ruthlessly punish you for the unnecessary added worry upon your first step back into the hotel room, without even taking that very garment off. by the end of that vacation, you will probably have been fucked in every outfit you brought. his diary, in latin, would speak of the same.
simply put, the vacation sex would be transcendental; hot, rough, sweaty, messy, desperate. you'd be forced to take multiple showers in a day, thereby going through way more bottles of sunscreen than usual. due to the heat, you simply wouldn't bear having sex at home or in your bed anymore — it would be on any surface proving cool enough instead, such as the kitchen or bathroom counters; desks and tables; against the chilled wall. he would have you flushed and panting, begging and moaning, thrusting into you so roughly and so deeply you'd threaten to disintegrate each and every time anew, simply evaporate in the sweltering air.
aside from that, and this goes without saying, he would pose unspeakable eye candy — too good not to indulge in. and don't get me wrong, i love a good suit, but i also love transferring the dark academia old money style to a much warmer time of year — where the light clothes and sunglasses come into play, and you'd therefore have to put less effort into undressing your counterpart. am i alone in this? simply picturing henry in a more summery outfit — specifically with shades on, which is why i keep referencing them constantly — is mellowing my brain. in addition, the way he would tease... so unassumingly, nonchalantly, imperceptibly — all the while anything but innocently. it makes my throat run dry.
i hope this post marks my stance in regard to the endless appeal of vacation!henry known. it's just such an indulgent notion to nurture. after writing and rereading all this, i find i am in urgent need of a cold shower. simply — god. i crave this, carnally.
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bearinabandana · 1 year
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I love them your honour
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icemav doodle 💛
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pebblezone · 1 year
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I have many thoughts in my head
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vitamin-zeeth · 3 months
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the Hedwig page in my tiny sketchbook grows....
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