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drdemonprince · 4 months

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When other people say that they do not have enough time to get something done, they (often, if they're quite healthy) mean they are taking into account the time it takes to do the laundry and arrange new pieces of furniture and cook dinner and meet up with friends to see a movie and run to the post office or the hair dresser and take the dog for walks and do the dishes and paint their nails and drive to the store and go to their cousin's wedding and go to the barbecue their friend is throwing on the weekend

they don't winnow their life down to just spending time at the computer, working from when they wake up until they cannot focus their eyes anymore, granola bars, coffee, and bottles of water all around them because of course they did not take time to have lunch or breakfast, only dragging themselves away from work when they are truly too exhausted to do any of it anymore, and then lacking the energy to do much of anything that remains of life but to eat a tiny bit more, sponge themselves off, and go to sleep.

i just saw a video of a fursuiter on their bed, legs kicked back, head propped on their hands, delightedly announcing that after many years of hard work they had finally finished their Master's degree. And some part of me, some sick withered part, thought really? you had time to do a Master's degree while also getting a fursuit done? and going to conventions, presumably? you had time in the day to research fursuit makers, have a sona designed and drawn by someone else (or to draw it yourself), to contact a maker to make a duck tape dummy of yourself, and to have a friend over to help you make it and to cut it off of you, to send it in the mail to the maker, to then get it and make videos? you had time to set up this beautiful bedroom that i see in your video, with a soft pink sham on the bed and LED lights behind your bookshelf and lamps and all kinds of stuffed toys? you had a life? you were out playing, and dancing, and pursuing your hobbies, and you did a master's degree?

because when i was working on my doctorate, there was nothing. three layers of foam on the floor with a fitted sheet over it. a folding card table from aldi that had cost $40 that my grandparents got me. no food in the fridge. no time to even get the internet installed, just stolen wi-fi when my laptop could pick it up. i woke up, got dressed, and slunk into the office. i sat alone in the dark working until my hunger made me furious and i could not write another word. and then i walked to the grocery store, got something to subsist on, went home, ate, kickboxing video, went to sleep. every day. with almost nothing breaking the routine.

and ive gotten better, so much better, but my brain still kind of works that way. i feel like i have to quit my job and stop being a writer if i want to have hobbies. to paint my bedroom. to marinate a meat for longer than fifteen minutes. to get a driver's license again. to take a trip. but i dont want to be like that any more. how do people know when to stop? i feel like i have to give everything my absolute all until there is nothing left or else i have done nothing. i feel that i would have to treat a hobby like a job to get it done. I feel that anything that takes more than two minutes is a huge waste of time i must feel guilty for. i am working on all these things. jesus i have been working on them for years at this point. but because i have been so successful at telling people to do less, i get pulled in. interview. workshop invitation. email. urgent in the subject line. call from my agent. meeting request from my boss. new book idea, better sell it now while my sales figures still look good. recording studio session. deadline. writing. can you talk about this. can you talk about that. tag. email. book idea. deadline. long heartfelt email. still so often i have to take my own damn advice.

and this is why i am getting a fursuit made!! and going to cons! and going to leather and latex events! and making socials that are separate for these things!! i am going to let myself be silly and soft and do frivolous things. i am so sick of what i do to myself, all the pursuit of seeming like a strong mature adult.

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 5 months

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⭒❃.✮:▹ holiday hoes

“so if you’re keen to listen, here’s an offer i’ll propose. let me work and i’ll provide you with a touch o’ that gold!” —liquid gold, lackadaisy

❝for the christmas spirit I’m going to be doing something… special, this year~

for the following days, i’ll be challenging myself to write an nsfw prompt that’s holiday related, based on the prompt list i gave myself. the masterlist will be posted soon enough, so stay tuned~❞ —kosmo

the list will update as each day passes. all fics are NSFW and must be read with caution!

ALL readers are gender neutral, however some fics may have gendered body language.

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✿ prompts ✿

1. “all dolled up” — phantom x reader, lingerie

- you wanted to look extra pretty for phantom on the holiday season

2. “a different kind of warmth” — swiss x reader, cockwarming

- when the icy cold temperatures hits, swiss has his own unique way of warming you up

3. “gingerbread houses” — aurora x reader, food play

- what a fun little activity to do with aurora! surely she won’t have any other ideas in mind… right?

4. “red ribbon” — rain x reader, bondage

- there was leftover ribbon from gift wrapping that you decided to use, and maybe you’re just the best gift for rain

5. “naughty list” — terzo x reader, spanking

- how sad… you ended up on the naughty list, looks like papa terzo will have to ingrain some discipline into you

6. “candle queen” — sodo x reader, wax play

- the scent of the candles just made this year extra cozy, maybe sodo has some tricks up his sleeve for how to make things cozier

7. “frosted windows” — cirrus x reader, mirror sex

- the fogged windows are perfect places to trace pretty little shapes on, cirrus however has a different shape in mind

8. “come watch me play” — vessel x reader, exhibitionism

- vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?

9. “unwrap your present” — cumulus x reader, stripping

- you came home from a long day of work, just finally getting that well deserved vacation. cumulus has a pleasant surprise waiting for you

10. “festive little fantasies” — copia x reader, toys

- your gift for copia surely got him excited….

11. “picture perfect” — iv x reader, aphrodisiacs

- ivy was not expecting this little christmas get together to get all.. steamy.. but now he has you all to himself

12. “not so angelic” — omega x reader, corruption kink

- the little angel that came down from heaven to spread the joyous spirit… surely omega won’t try anything

13. “holiday blow” — iii x reader, blowjob

- as iii is writing letters to his loved ones, you decided to give him a little treat underneath his desk

14. “stuffed like a present” — mountain x reader, cum bulge

- mountain wants to give you something that’ll leave you completely filled

15. “nice list” — secondo x reader, praise kink

- what a good pet you’ve been… and it looks like secondo has taken notice

16. “blind to the light” — ii x reader, blindfolding

- ii wanted to add more spice to the bedroom for this year, and spoil you prettily for his holiday affairs.

17. “give you more” — zephyr x reader, overstimulation

- you decided to be extra generous to zephyr, and assist him when he’s in dire need of some love and affection

18. “my special gift” — sunshine x reader, thigh riding

- sunshine has a special way of showing off what’s hers.

19. “miss me on holiday season” — aether x reader, sexting

- aether is away for the festive spirits, that doesn’t stop you from missing him though

20. “just this once” — ifrit x reader, hate sex

- stuck in a log cabin with an old enemy, except ifrit’s been feeling extra lonely this christmas

21. “take me to church” — swiss x reader, blasphemy kink

- christmas is all about celebrating the birth of jesus… swiss wants to show you off to him

22. “forever ingrained” — vessel x reader, photography

- a new polaroid camera? vessel is getting a few ideas on what to do with it…

23. “christmas tree” — phantom x reader, public sex

- while searching for the perfect christmas tree, phantom finds himself needing some attention

24. “sharing is caring” — sodo and rain x reader, threesome

- sodo and rain learn to share their special gift

25. “merry christmas” — all era iv ghouls x reader, fuck party

- the ministry is all decorated in festive decor and it truly feels like the holidays are in season! now… what do these ghouls want to do with you?

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#ghost fanfiction #sleep token fanfiction #ghost bc x reader #sleep token x reader #the band ghost x reader #papa emeritus x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #vessel x you #vessel x reader #holiday prompts #holiday writing #smut prompts #smutty drabble #ghost bc smut #nameless ghoul smut #sleep token smut #spicy content #christmas prompts

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damianbugs · 1 year

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What you mean by" willis todds love for jason is the reason bruce failed him" ?

Sorry ive seen your post and I agree with everything but this just kinda suprise me, not hating, just curiuos

HELLO! so this is a take that is based on pre-new 52 todds, before they were simplified to the one dimensional (and classist) personalities they're known for now. neither of them were shown to be abusive or willfully negligent, but rather found themselves in bad situations out of their control and died, leaving jason to fend for himself.

in the most simplest way what i mean is willis todds self sacrificing actions of turning to crime in order to provide for jason and catherine is the key defining part of jasons life and why he views bruce's love for him as 'not enough'.

(of course, the actual proof of this is like. one single panel and its not even said by jason. however i think it is something that can be found in jasons character through other, less obvious situations.)

in jasons initial (public) return to gotham and that long and convoluted plan to mess around with batman psychology to get the two of them and the joker in the same place, it all seems like a well planned out revenge story until the final conversation:

Batman: Under the Red Hood

it always stood out to me, not just because of how absolutely heart wrenching the entire moment is (definitely read utrh if you haven't, at least once), but because it really gives you an insight into what love and loving someone means to jason.

to him it's an all encompassing responsibility. this idea that love is something that you need to be able to prove by the quantitive value of what you'll sacrifice for it. in this case, jason is saying i love you" in the way he truly believes gets across how much he means it; i would kill the person who hurt you.

whenever i read this part of utrh, another situation immediately pops into my mind. and that's when jason found out two-face had killed willis todd.

Batman #411

upon finding out two-face had killed willis, jason goes on a brief grief filled rampage, swearing he'll kill him for what he did. it's important to note that up until now, jason had assumed willis was still in prison, only to find out he was actually murdered.

again, it's this idea that love is the extremes you'll go to for family. jason was well aware of willis' less than legal means to make money, and even bruce makes a mention of it in.

Batman: A death in the family

i imagine, like a lot of what fuels jason to fight crime now, guilt is a major deciding factor in a lot of his choices. it's this guilt that he feels upon hearing about willis' death that makes him take it out on two-face. it's even guilt that plays a huge factor even in new 52 stories (such as Cheer).

so when he returns to gotham, or even before that, just hearing about what bruce had done following his death (locking the joker up instead of killing him, taking in tim as his robin) were, to him, clear evidence that he did not love jason in any way that mattered. that bruce did not love jason as much as jason loved him.

because loving him means giving up your morals. loving him means sacrificing your health and your time and your safety.

but bruce didn't do any of that in a way jason could see.

i imagine to someone like jason, who lost every parental figure in some capacity, whether it be to illness or crime or something else entirely, the evident disregard for him was as painful as any rejection could have been.

a lot of how jason feels and acts can be seen in much more interesting ways if we all look at him for he is; an unreliable narrator. he is missing huge chunks of story, especially when it comes to bruce, and has no choice but to act irrationally on the little truth he does know.

of course we the readers, and some other characters, know just how hard jasons death was for bruce. how destructively he mourned for his son.

but again, the surface level proof of it is not enough for jason, who's entire life has been love through sacrifice. but now, it's a sacrifice bruce can not ever give him.

Batman: Under the Red Hood

#<- he who is not normal about pre new 52 willis todd #its the first time im getting this thought written out properly so i hope it makes sense #jason is just such an emotionally complicated character #but he was also a child #which is the one thing everyone seems to forget #bruce wayne #jason todd #willis todd #dc meta #character study #saki anons

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kookidough · 3 months

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AGRGAGRGAV i always ponder how alenoah reunion would go because like . it could go So many different ways

like how do they feel about each other now?? i always feel like after world tour is over, noah’s irritation would fizzle out and he’d be back to winning the idgaf war, accepting that in the end it was just a game and alejandro ended up playing better than him

alejandro’s feelings on the subject feel more complex to me like. does he accept the fact that, while noah’s words were harsh, they held some truth?? i view his reaction to noah talking behind his back as very telling of how close they were (despite the relatively short amount of time they spent together)

personally i think that pre-london they were close friends because they could match each other’s humour/wit, like how they laugh at tyler on the runway and when alejandro tells a mean-spirited joke regarding lindsay’s intelligence he tells it to noah, and Cmon guys, i know it was a team challenge but they still spent like 18 hours traversing the amazon together i just know they bonded during that!!! i wont even get into the fact that they’re always standing next to each other / hanging out in the background because i will be a pigeon pecking at crumbs and ive already gone off topic from the original reunion idea

anyway i think alejandro was mad because he thought he could consider noah a friend but he can see noah maybe doesnt feel the same way + hes a threat anyway soooo bye bye noah, question is would he hold a grudge over it and if yes then how long for

and what r they doing in their lives now when they meet again?? is alejandro still with heather or did that doomed relationship crash and burn (again)? is noah with emma or did things not work out after the race? and of course this differs depending on which world tour ending you’re going for, because is alejandro finally a winner or does his family still view him as the runner up they’ve always seen him as, second place silver in a robot suit, never quite good enough for gold (had to go off topic again, burromuerto family angst Gets Me)

would they miss the brief friendship they had? does noah ever meet a contestant on another one of him and owen’s reality shows and get a fleeting reminder of alejandro when they flirt or flash him a smile? does he get tired of no one else being on his wavelength and cast his mind back to that one boy that was? does alejandro ever turn on the tv and spot noah on one of those dumb shows?? and if he does what does he think?

ough i got off topic so many times i love thinking abt them in the future, they dont even have to reunite i also enjoy the bittersweet angst of right people wrong time/place… i think things would’ve been better for them if a million dollars wasn’t on the line

also i am not reading all this before i post it so if there are mistakes or it doesnt make sense then . pretend u didnt see it ^_^

#long ramble #alenoah #im literally not normal about them #ive had brainrot all day #i hope they explode #total drama #td alejandro #total drama alejandro #alejandro burromuerto #td noah #total drama noah #im mentally eel #there are brief mentions of other characters but i cant be bothered tagging them #total drama world tour #tdwt

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icarus-star · 10 months

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lovee your writing, it's so good! i have a requestt :3 maybe a charlie post where he finally gets the chance to fuck you after several days of not having time, and he's just so desperate and pent up for u :(. things like "i've been waiting for this all fucking week," and "i need you so bad right now," idkidk! its okay if you don't wanna do this one, just thought it would be so so fun :)

impatience | charlie walker <3

a/n: i don't think i can explain how much i absolutely ADORE this idea!! it just sounds so 😍 and thank you sm for the compliment!! ive been reading some of the things you've written too and omg 😫 love themmm

18+ content ahead, pure and absolute filth!!please don't read unless your comfortable with that!!

alright, i think the situation would start with the both of you being pretty busy with school stuff or whatever and not have much time to hangout or anything

then, friday had come and you two could finally hangout and spend the night together

so taking this opportunity, it's one of the rare moments when charlie will actually make the first move!! :3

you two might just be sitting on his bed, chatting or watching a movie like you always would

he'd give you a hug, his arms wrapped nice and tightly around your waist as he leaves some soft kisses on your neck whilst whispering to you quietly

"i've missed you so much lately.."

he'd say that, leaving a small bite on your neck

and of course, it would only progress from there

soon enough, he'd have you in missionary with his cock buried deep inside of your cunt as he's whining so loud and thrusting into you <3

"ah- fuck.. it's been too long-!! i've been waiting the entire- ohh~! fucking week for this.."

he'd whimper out between kisses as you'd be tugging gently at the hair on the back of his head

the way he fucks you when you two haven't had sex in awhile is SO different from usual

okay, maybe not SO different but he's a lot rougher

but that's only because he loves you so much!! ^_^

plus, he's also a bit louder than usual because the past few nights you hadn't been together, he's only had his hand to play with himself :(

but finally being able to feel his cock in your wet and warm pussy again is just so heavenly for him that he loses all of his self control, more so than usual

he'd also have you wrap your legs around his waist as he fucks you

and you two would be making out the whole time too, biting each others lips and such

oh! and!! he'd leave plenty of hickeys all over your neck and collarbone :3

of course, at the end he couldn't help but cum inside of you as you both end up so fucked out together

while he cums, he'll probably say something about how much he's missed fucking you

"ah~! fuckfuckfuck!! 's been so long-! ah.. too long..~"

he's just so glad to fuck you again <3

a/n: mwahaha i hope you enjoyed, because i had a little too much fun writing this one 🤭

#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #charlie walker #scream 4 #rory culkin smut #charlie walker headcanons #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader #scre4m

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grapejuicestyless · 11 months

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Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

HSLOT opener Instagram blurb pt.3

Faceclaim: Gracie Abrams

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yndaily Y/n just finished up her second to last show on the HSLOT stage. Harry and the band were spotted backstage watching her preform. It appeared that Harry and Sarah were getting emotional while watching her finish up her set! Y/n will play her last show with Harry on Sunday! 🥹

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minorsupremacy It’s been soooo good with her here. I’m sad she’s leaving but so glad that she’s focusing on her new album! I’ve been obsessed recently!

|yndaily Me as well. It sounds like she’s planning something for her last show.

|oliviarodrighoe She really is Taylor’s daughter!

harrynlovely NOOO IT CANT END.

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yourusername HSLOT has been surreal. I’m so glad that I was able to be part of such a lovely(no pun intended) journey with the most kind, loving(again, no pun intended) people ever. More so, I’m so glad so many people were able to find my music from this amazing opportunity and relate to what I wrote about. I love you. I can’t believe this is happening. I want to thank you so much I’ll never stop thanking you guys!🥹🥹💕

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harrystyles It’s been an honor sharing the stage with you, and breaking your pianos.

|yourusername IVE HAD ENOUGH.

|conangray Clearly!

goodriddancelver Remember us when you get big and famous!

|yourusername No. I’ll be to big and famous. Duhhhhhhh.

|minorlystuck ignore her, she drinks.

|harryscherries BYE.

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yourusername As I said not even an hour ago, I’ll never stop thanking all of you. So, as a thank you, here’s the lead single off my first album, Good Riddance-Difficult. A personal favorite of mine. She comes out tonight at 12am, EST time! I can’t wait to see what you think of it! 🙈

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taylorswift you spoil us.

conangray ILY.

nyoh I SAY THATS MY BEST FRIEND AND IM PROUD.

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harrystyles I’m insanely proud of you. You deserve everything that’s happening to you. ❤️

|harryn THROWING UP.

|minorlystuck I HATE BEING SINGLE.

|harryshousefan BOYFRIENDRRY BOYFRIENDRRY.

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HSdaily Harry on his story this morning! It looks like they were at soundcheck!

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ynfeelslike WHAT IF THEY PLAY DIFFICULT TOGETHER.

|harryfan01 WHAT IF THEY SING FEELS LIKE???

|ynfeelslike I WOULD DIE???

harryfan03 OMG OMG OKG OMG OMG

oliviaandyn ANYONE ELSE LOSING THEIR SHIT??

middnightswyn I’m loving the content we get from them.

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HSdaily y/n has taken the HSLOT stage for the final time as of five minutes ago.🥹 She opened with Difficult today!

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harryscherries she’s too cute.

ynsminor im gonna miss her sm! 😕

HSLOTlove NO. I refuse to believe she’s leaving.

taylorfan01 someone kidnap her and make her stay another three shows so I can see her live!

|yourusername That’s….Sweet???

|taylorfan01 WHAT THW 😨😨

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HSdaily Harry came on at the very end of y/n’s set today. She closed the show with her song, “21” off of her first EP. She did not play “Long Sleeves” tonight, per request of Harry, who asked to play “21” specifically.

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ynthebottom ILY for playing with her Harry, but why would you take off the BEST song. I was robbed.

|yourusername Maybe I’ll tour and you’ll hear it.

|ynminorlystuck DID SHE JUST CONFIRM A TOUR???

|yourusername I said maybe. Not yes.

|oliviarodrigo how do you see all these posts girl? 😭

ynstourguide IL her for this one.

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yourusername aaaaaaand that’s a wrap! Thanks to @harrystyles for giving me the chance to shine ✨ with you and your band for such a short, yet sweet time. I love every single one of you like my family. You’ve helped me navigate my life, my career, and my album so much in just two months. It’s so crazy to me what you guys can do for a person. I love you, I’m crazy for the HSLOT crew. ✨✨🥰

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harrystyles I’d have you back, but you already said no!

|yourusername don’t put salt in the wound, Harold.

|ynrryfan02 Being in love must be nice.

lizzobeeating I’m so proud of you! It feels like yesterday you were coming to tour with me!

|yourusername I’ve never toured with you Lizzo. 😭😭

|lizzobeeating I forgot to ask.

|nyoh BYE BYE BYE.

taylorswift excited for the new album!💕💕💕

honeymoon proud of you babe!

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#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff

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gasolineghuleh · 3 months

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For your nsfw drabble request… Soft dom!Papa Copia praise kink while he fucks her over his office desk? 🥴

i need to stop making these "drabbles" so long.

anyway, here's 2.4k of dom popia with a praise kink and a long cock. i'll come up with a name for it when i cross post it to ao3 later tomorrow lmao

cw: spanking, very light brief choking, teasing, does this count as double penetration?, derogatory language, praise kink, dom/sub

The office is swathed in silence as you consider Papa's proposal, his hands steepled underneath his chin and clad in his usual black leather gloves. Copia's even breathing is the only thing you can hear, beyond your black standard-issue shoes brushing against the plush carpet. You try and steady your heartbeat, the pulsating organ thudding away in your chest and the blush returning to your cheeks as another sly grin spreads across his face. There isn't even a need for conversation after the seductive invitation has been uttered - it sounds as alluring, and as inviting as a temptress luring an attractive man to her bed. Well, her desk, but the way he had said those words aloud like he has an ulterior motive - his breath warm on the shell of your ear, and the thought makes something within you ache. You are weak, and Copia is playing the game perfectly. If the infuriatingly sexy salt-and-pepper-haired bastard wants to fuck in his office while everyone else is attending classes or studying (in various positions, you're sure), who are you to complain?

He stands from the large seat behind his desk, almost sliding out with an eager slither of his figure and rounding it so he can approach you. Copia leans back against his desk and folds his arms across his chest, a self-sure smile on his painted face. He crosses one ankle over the other, leaning comfortably and confidently.

The crimson beneath your cheeks grows hotter, feeling his mismatched gaze roam up and down your body, and you stifle a heavy swallow as the seconds tick by. One look tells you everything he's thinking. You turn your eyes away, swallowing the growing lump of nerves in your throat, palms sweaty as they clutch the slim manila folder between two delicate and not at all clammy hands. Copia finally releases you from his stare and turns his head to the side slightly to sweep his leather-clad palm to the documents on his desk; white sheets over wood, inked with a fine ornate design and a large "IV" embossed on them.

"Add your dossier to the stack, Sister. Little birds are only useful if they sing, si?" he prompts, cocking one eyebrow at you. You nod and lean forward quickly, the spell finally broken by the verbalization of your duty to the new Papa-- a network of spies, perfectly implanted into the Sister Imperator's inner circle, and you, one of them. "Good girl." The praise settles deep in your gut with a sensation like a warm blanket, stoking the fire that's been roiling there ever since Papa's sly and unobtrusive proposal. Now that he's here, an inch away, with the office door closed and not even a Ghoul listening in, you feel an odd airy sort of light-headedness.

Papa leans forward slowly, testing the waters. There is no jumping back, no backing away as if burned by fire. Instead, there is a growing tightness in the space between your hips and an audible intake of breath. It is enough for Papa to dip down, running the tip of his nose along the smooth, gentle curves of your neck and inhaling deeply. A gentle nudge in the space below your ear causes you to stutter out a ragged breath, another deep inhale and Copia growls lightly at your neck, one hand coming to land gentle on your upper thigh.

"Are you my good girl?" he croons, breath hot and heavy, tinged with the slight hint of black tea. When you nod shakily he huffs out a soft laugh again, pulling back slightly as his hand travels farther upward. "I want to see your face," Copia says, his voice low, "when I touch you for the first time."

As soon as you make a sound his hand is at the junction of your legs, pressing directly between your thighs with little room to escape; the sensation alone makes your lips part in a silent plea for more. His fingers flex and you quake, the growing wet patch on his leather glove only making his smugness more apparent. His tongue moves to wet his lips again, this time in anticipation of things to come, eyes dark and his jaw tight as he stares down at you.

"Come on, tesoro mia. Come lean on Papa's desk. Let's see if I can't make you ruin some paperwork from the Sister Imperator, eh?" he winks and brings his hand to your chin, tilting your face up gently until you stand and guiding you against his desk. Your hands hit the surface at the same time that your knees bonk into the hard paneled wood-- it's loud and effective, but doesn't make your knees sting or ache. "Be a good little girl, and tell me what you want, now." Every word from Papa, every touch, every glance, feels like it's on direct course with your ability to think, leaving you dripping in your habit and wondering how many people he gets off on the regular when he's this damn good. Another finger pressing at the soaked fabric above your pussy, slipping with ease against the wetness Copia has been building up in you.

"I want you, Papa," you say, resisting the urge to wriggle your hips against him. Copia's hips press against your ass, the not so subtle bulge of his cock perfectly in line with you. The urge to be filled, to feel him in you, to forget the words to your prayers-- you feel so incredibly warm.

"Yes, tell me," he prompts, rocking his hips once more against your ass, urging the words out of your mouth. "Tell me what you want." His hands claps down on your ass, kneading the muscle there as his breathing deepens. Copia's hips roll against you in fluid motions, becoming more and more desperate and intentional as the seconds tick by. Your breathing is harsh, you can hear it in the quiet of the room as Papa leans forward, placing a kiss to the exposed skin at your neck. There are so many feelings racing through your bloodstream, and Copia's tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of your skin has your brain sparking everywhere.

"Touch me, Papa," you whimper, moving your head back just enough to sink into his feather-light kisses as his fingers continue to brush against the sensitive spot between your legs. Another self assured chuckle rumbles from his chest as his fingers slip below the elastic band of your panties, flipping your habit up over your ass with his other hand.

"Please me, then," he groans softly in a baritone voice as he sweeps his tongue over your pulse point at the same time that his fingertips brush the place you need him most.

Your own fingers dig into the finished wood beneath you as Copia laughs, the tips of his fingers ghosting over the glistening folds of your cunt. He uses two fingers to slip further in, spreading your wetness to your bundle of nerves with little hesitation. Papa's fingers play against you in a tantalizing dance that tells you yes... yes, he was built for this, wasn't he? You push your body back into the movements of his hips, his belt buckle jingling from the motions, and the hardness you could feel before is even more evident now. Suddenly, your mind swims with all the ways you could please him, wanting to show that, out of all of the Sisters of Sin, Copia has chosen the best partner for tonight... his good girl.

"How, Papa?" you prompt him, slinking your hands forward to grip at the edge of the desk, just in front of the empty leather chair that he usually preoccupies. His fingers run gently from your entrance to your clit, mismatched eyes watching with enjoyment as you jolt every time he finds the delicate little nub.

"By letting me fuck you until you're full with the Papal lineage, Sister." The answer, lewder than you expect it to be, forces a moan out of you, timed perfectly with the head of Papa's cock rutting against you through his pants. "Is that what you want?" he asks, leaning over you again and running his leather clad fingers through your hair, petting you. "Would that make you a happy, giggly little cum slut?"

"Sathanas, Papa, yes!" The words feel simultaneously like both a plea and an admission. His fingers find their rhythm, speeding up with each of your moans and taking your pleasure as his. You know he wants more, his mouth breathing open and heavy against your ear, his whispers of encouragement only adding fuel to the fire burning beneath your skin. You gasp out his name between ragged breaths, "D-do you want me, Papa? Please, tell me that you want me," you plead as your mind races. Want me, choose me, please me, the thoughts cycle through in an endless stream of desire.

"Of course I want you, mia dolce, I picked you for a reason. Tell me what you are, now, hm? Tell Papa." There's a rustle of cloth behind you and his hand roughly pulls your panties down until they bunch around your upper thighs.

"I'm your good girl, Papa," you manage to get out between trembling lips, the arousal coursing through your body in tremors. Your muscles are taut, clenched and held in place by sheer desire and arousal, at this point. You can feel your slickness on your inner thighs where the air kisses them, now that the soaked fabric of your panties has been slid down. You'd expected him to take them off - a moment of clarity amidst the lusty haze - but it's no matter. There's no time for him to remove the offending garment completely.

"You better keep your word," Papa huffs, his free hand moving to pet your head once more, "because birds that don't sing for me aren't worth their wings," he adds. Another slip of his fingers across your drenched slit and they reach between your legs. He makes a noise that you're not sure you can replicate - one of absolute hunger, a primal craving for what the two of you are about to, deep in the back of his throat-- a sound of claim... of ownership. "My good girls attend to Papa and my Ghouls, hm? No more Siblings? Or do you not want me to make you weak for me? For this?" His fingers tighten harshly in your hair, gripping it and forcing your face down onto the desk in the same instant that the head of his cock, now free of his pants, bumps against your entrance. You whimper against the wood and squirm against the sensation, already quivering, too close already.

His fingers tighten harshly in your hair and grip it so hard you almost think the leather might rip. There's a light sting there, the familiar pressure against your scalp as he exposes the back of your neck. The sight he must be looking at -- you -- sprawled out in such a state of desperation, back arched and skin of your neck sweaty, lips parted and a permanent blush of pink dusting your cheeks. He hums in appraisal, and you can practically feel his two-toned gaze as it drags along the length of your body.

"Beg," comes the simple command.

And you do.

When his cock finally slides inside of you, you groan for the whole length of it. Papa is generously endowed; more than long enough for him to be a problem if he got overexcited.

He slips a hand around your waist to keep you angled how he wants you, and you writhe in his grasp, trying to loosen the vice grip he's kept on your hair. You receive only another thrust in response, skin slapping against skin. You half-collapse onto the desk as Copia's left hand splays against your side, his free hand twisting in your hair. He fucks you with short thrusts, pulling almost completely out of you before grinding his hips back down. Each movement from the man above you serves a dual purpose: to seek out pleasure and to taunt and to tease you as he uses your body for the first time.

"You're doing so good, aren't you, sorella? Taking me so well, like this... Usually-" he cuts himself off with a particularly deep thrust, making you yelp. "-they can't take me from behind the first time. Such a beautiful pussy though..." Another series of sharp thrusts and you're already squirming underneath him, gasping and moaning through his movements. "Almost like you were made to be mine, isn't it?" You crane your head as far back as you can to let him know you're listening and nod, even as his hips continue moving. He fucks you slow and indulgent, pulling his cock out leisurely before rolling his hips back against you. The hand that was once tugging at your hair drops down to your back, rubbing it in what you can only assume is him rewarding you-- at least, it scratches your praise itch all the same.

"Beg for it, tesoro," he commands you again, his voice almost hazy in quality. The man draws his palm over your ass until his fingertips graze your opening, the sticky remains of your orgasm from when he fingered you not so long ago mixed with his pre-come. The coil in your gut tightens as he slips two digits in easily, using them to thrust in tandem with his cock. Pleas fall from your lips as you tip over the edge into your orgasm, your senses heightened until you can practically feel the veins in his cock inside of you. When you fight through the haze of pleasure to focus on his words, you realize he's praising you. "There you are, ragazza bella," he says between ragged breaths.

When you've come down from your high, there's a dull ache in your jaw from where you've clamped your mouth shut tight and possibly bit the inside of your cheek while you came. Papa's voice is suddenly loud in your ear, his breath, hot and needy, and his thighs and hips slamming against yours without mercy. It stings, it hurts, but even as your tender nerves complain at the unyielding assault of Copia's body, you know you've never felt better. "Such a good girl, you take me so well, yes? Here, see?"

The fingers inside you withdraw, and before you can feel a sudden emptiness, they're at your lips. You wrap your lips around his fingers gratefully, swirling your tongue around them as you would a cock and moaning for him-- whatever it takes for him to fill you. Your eyes slip closed in pleasure and you can feel the distant pulse of another potential orgasm.

"Nuh, uh, uh..." Copia's mouth is suddenly at your ear, fingers encasing your throat and applying a warning squeeze to get your attention. "I want to see your face looking into my eyes when you're filled with my seed for the first time, cara mia. Everything you feel will be plain on that pretty face for me." Another wicked grin splits Papa's face as he tugs your hair. "A good face for a good girl, hm?"

With a pleased grunt, Copia's body arches back, the force of him holding onto your hips doubling, and then that second and so very unplanned orgasm has you white-knuckling the front edge of the desk again, your throat entirely given over to vocalizing your pleasure-- but no sounds come. Any moment your body will protest and cry and yet- the way he pinches at your clit and rocks his hips harder into you...

"Please," he breathes and then you feel the heat, filling you up, a sensation utterly foreign but entirely necessary. You can see nothing, hear nothing but your own heartbeat in your ears for a moment. "You should be so proud of yourself, Sister," he says, fingers releasing their grip on your hair and wrapping around the front of your throat. You can feel the thin layer of sweat clinging to the leather of his gloves and droplets cling to his nose when you peer over your shoulder at him. "You've been a delightful fuck to break in on my desk." His hand pats your ass gently, reassuringly.

"I didn't expect-"

Copia leans forward and presses another gentle kiss to your neck, silencing you, but it's something utterly unlike the earlier hungry affections. This one is warm, reverent, as he murmurs a final affection against your skin, "Not only have you pleasured me, cara, I find myself enraptured by you." He strokes your hair, and the moment seems oddly silent despite the thundering pulse you can feel under your fingertips.

He runs the flat of his tongue up the sensitive curve of your throat, causing you to writhe and clutch at his thighs still wrapped around you, fingers curling into the shiny material of his trousers as he dips his hips. His mouth ghosts to the shell of your ear, his hand moving back to your chin to tilt your head to the side. He slides a thumb into your mouth and a warm shudder runs down your back, your stomach coiling in arousal at how unbelievably dominating the move is. As if he isn't still buried inside of you with the throbbing remnants of an orgasm.

"Sucking on my fingers was a good thing, you know. Reminded me of a nice, pretty pussy. So willing, so very needy. I like submissive toys like you... You're so good at following instructions and taking me." His hand claps onto your ass one more time before he steps back, pulling out of you with a soft groan of lingering arousal and doing up the zipper of his pants.

The slow drip of his release between your thighs causes your cheeks to flare up in embarrassment. He wipes his fingers off with one of the tissues from the box on his desk, pulling a few more out to gently wipe your inner thighs and still soaking core. Finally, he presses a warm, flushed kiss to the swell of your ass.

"A sinfully delicious sight indeed. Now..." He pauses to wet his bottom lip in what you assume is either concentration or arousal-- you can't quite tell the difference. Your knees still tremble, feeling and breathing heavy, mind aching for more stimulation and release from this seemingly impossible tension in your body. "Stay." His command pierces the air, settling deep in your body, and you do what you're told.

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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Yours. (1.8k) || Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader / Requested

helloooo, so i decided to combine these two reqs together. i hope it makes sense. i don't really have the 'she fell first' but carlos is definitely head over heels obsessed w reader in this one. also closest thing to spicy time ive publicly posted but borderline smut so pls read it with that in mind. the tiktok sent by anon made me feel things 💀. anywayws i hope i was able to encapsulate both requests and if not pls feel free to resend it and i'll write it again <33

warnings: 18+ technically, mentions or or*al, nothing more extreme and just sexual tension in general lmao.

enjoy!

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Carlos is obsessed with you, every single little thing about you drives him crazy.

Your beautiful eyes and long lashes that are always giving him doe-eyed looks, your lips and the way they twitch into a smile whenever you’re holding back a laugh, and don’t even get him started with the sweet little noises that leave them whenever he slowly trails kisses down your neck, shoulders, chest, to where you usually want him most.

He could stare at you for ages for all he cared, because every single thought in his head revolved around you. He’s not even embarrassed to admit it, letting you know every day, every hour, every minute. As long as you were willing to listen to him he’d let you know, shower you with every single praise possible, because that is what you deserved. You always laughed it off, told him Sure Carlos, whatever you say. But little did you know that he meant every single word of it. Always.

You slowly shift in his arms which finally makes him break out of his thoughts. His arms tighten around you to pull you closer as he gently brushes one of the strands of your hair behind your ear before giving your forehead a kiss. You’re still asleep and he can’t help but nuzzle his face into your hair, taking a moment to breathe you in. Your legs are tangled with his and the memories from the night before are still fresh in his mind, and he lets out a deep and satisfied breath. He lays there for a while, what feels like hours. With you everything slowed down, it was like he was stuck in his own little bubble, his own little dream.

His body betrays him once his stomach grumbles though, and it takes him all his will power to slowly pull away from you. He gently places a pillow in his place and tucks you back into the covers before he’s quickly slipping on some boxers and hurrying to the kitchen. He opens the fridge door slowly, shivering at the gush of cold air that envelops him as he grabs eggs, bacon, and a few other things to prepare for you.

He catches himself in the reflection of the window and he can’t help but to fix his own hair, trying to undo your mess from the night before. Once the pan he had heated up was warm enough he starts preparing some of the bacon, happily sighing as the sound of it sizzling invades his senses. He takes this time to brew the coffee and open both the window and the balcony door to let the summer breeze come in, singing to himself one of the songs you had been playing on replay during every drive. The sound of birds and the gentle ocean waves flow perfectly into the apartment and he goes back to the stove, checking on the bacon before leaning back against the island.

It had been a week since the summer break started, and he had been flooded with questions from the reporters about what he was gonna do, the plans of the summer, and what he was excited about the most. Of course he said to take some time off, to enjoy the sun, and to have fun, but what he was excited about the most was small moments like today. It was waking up in the morning with you still in his arms, being able to enjoy cooking you breakfast, and more importantly, getting to see you like this right now, dazed from the sleep and last night’s activities.

“Morning.” You say, walking out in Carlos’ Real Madrid shirt. Your hair is tied up lazily and you stumble into his arms, stuffing your face into your chest.

“Good morning princesa,” Carlos says, kissing the top of your head as he wraps his arms around you. He can’t help but gently run his hand down the curve of your back, humming.

“Last night was good, no?” He asks, you pull away slowly from the hug and he can’t help but smirk when he notices all the marks littered on your neck. You fix your hair a bit and nod, smiling up at him again with those big eyes and he can’t help but lean back down to give you a kiss.

“Very good,” You promise, hand already trailing down Carlos’ chest. Carlos tsks, grabbing your wrist.

“Breakfast first mi amor.” He says before lifting your hand and you smile and shake your head before letting Carlos twirl you. You laugh as you spin in circles, and you continue to spin as long as you can before you feel a bit dizzy.

“Enough, enough,” You say, smiling from ear to ear. Carlos gently lets go of your hands but holds your hips instead, soon hoisting you onto the kitchen counter. You rest your hands beside yourself before Carlos is going to take care of the food.

It’s not until you’re both seated, quietly eating breakfast when Carlos speaks up. “Happy anniversary cariño,” He says with a smile. It’s not like you hadn’t said it to each other -you had the night before at midnight- but you smile and blush regardless.

“Feliz aniversario,” You say with a smile (and a little help of google translate), and you can see the way Carlos lights up.

It’s later that evening that you both go out to celebrate. You were much less amused than Carlos when you notice all the marks littering your neck. It takes a lot of concealer and powder to cover everything, and even then you still feel like it wasn’t enough. Once you’re done with your make up and head to the closet, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist from behind before lips are once again gently grazing your neck.

“Babe,” You say fondly, craning your neck away. “I just covered everything, don’t you dare.” You say and smile when Carlos lets out a small complaint before letting go of your waist. “So what should I wear?” You ask, because frankly you had no idea. The driver had promised to surprise you on the anniversary date so he had completely hidden the plans from you. Of course you let it slide, until now, when you realized you really didn’t know what to wear. Your boyfriend was already wearing a sleek black suit so you knew you had to dress up. Had you even brought anything really fancy?

“I actually have your outfit sorted.” he smiles before sneaking to the back of the closet and opening one of the drawers. He takes out a black bag that makes your brows furrow, it’s only when he comes closer that you realize it’s a versace bag.

“Carlos,” You say, shaking your head as you gently take the bag from him. You had tried refusing his gifts for ages, but one thing you both learned during the past years was that Carlos absolutely loved spoiling you.

He watches you curiously peak into the bag before pulling out the box inside. You gently set the bag down before Carlos helps with the box. He holds it for you as you slowly open it to peak in and your eyes sparkle at the sight.

“Carlos, this is beautiful,” You breathe out once your eyes land onto a beautiful red fabric. He slowly helps take it out and you gently unfold the dress to see it in its full beauty. The shade is stunning and your hands gently run over the small sequins that are in the front dress, over the chest area. The dress then curves down into a corset style before the fabric flows back down to the floor.

“I want to see you with this on mi amor,” Carlos says, gently lifting your hand up to his mouth to pepper kisses onto your knuckles. You smile and lean closer to give him a lingering peck before you’re turning to go change in the room. You stop when Carlos clicks his tongue though, turning back to face him. “You can change here,” He says, and his voice is low and hungry and you can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up from the way your knees go weak for a second.

His eyes are following your every movement, watching you slowly slip off your shirt before you move for your shorts. The way his tongue slips over his bottom lip drives you crazy but you push yourself to slip the dress on.

“It feels so good, the fabric is amazing,” You say, slowly pulling the straps over your shoulders as you pull the dress up. Carlos hums and nods, soon coming close to you. Both his hands hold your waist as a way to tell you to stand still and you comply with his request. Soon he is zipping your dress up, eyeing your back as he did so.

“It looks beautiful on you,” He says with a smile, stepping away to get a full look at you. He smiles and gestures you to spin with his finger and you smile as you follow his instructions, doing a quick twirl.

“Perfect,” He says, slowly coming close before giving you a sweet kiss on your lips. “I got you new shoes too,” He says, slowly pulling at your hand to go back to the bedroom. You can’t help but shake your head, amazed at how much your boyfriend liked spoiling you.

Soon you were sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching your boyfriend slowly take a pair of valentino stilettos out of their box. He’s leaning in front of you, gently running his hand under your calve to get you to stretch out your leg. Once you comply he gently slips it on your foot, smiling when he sees it fit you perfectly.

“Do you like them?” He asks, looking up at you with his large puppy dog eyes and you can’t help but lean down, cupping his cheek before giving him several kisses.

“I love them Carlos. I love you. Thank you,” You say in between kisses. He only pulls away to slip the other heel on your foot and you gently run your fingers through his hair, murmuring another thanks.

You think he’s about to get up but he holds you by the ankle instead, gently peppers kisses over the inside of your ankle. You might had forgotten how he had looked at you whilst you were getting dressed, but he definitely hadn’t.

“Carlos,” You murmur, letting out a shaky breath when he begins to trail his kisses up. Your other hand makes it into his hair as well feeling his tongue swipe at your skin as he only moves closer. He uses his hands to gently push your legs apart, ducking his head under your dress shamelessly. His kisses are wet and sloppy and his stubble is rubbing your skin just right.

“We need to go soon,” You breathe out, and despite your words, your grip is tightening on his hair, not wanting to let go.

“Let me give you one more present before we leave baby,” He says, and how can you say no to that?

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beautifulpersonpeach · 10 months

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BPP, am really really interested to read your thoughts on Seven!

Ask 2: Hey bpp, can i be honest?? Ive been checked out of the fandom but still keep track of any music releases. So i didnt know abt any rumors abt 7. Imagine me being kind of disappointed that it’s another english song from jk when i watched the mv😅 it feels like his most promoted songs since last year has been all eng song… idk i wanted & expted something diff… i didnt like l&r, dreamers and now 7… it’s back to back lol. Tbf i didnt like My You too and thats in korean. At least not enough to listen!again after the first listen.

Im happy that still with you is finally on spotify tho. I’ll still be waiting excited for his album whenever it comes out. Hopefully ill find something i like in it!!

[BPP Note: Both asks above were sent before my "I don't like it..." post. The asks posted below were sent afterwards.]

Ask 3:

Same here

All the hype didn't matched with the song

1. rest members songs had so much depth and substance to it while this was the cliche boy chasing a girl song. Like we always dont need deep songs but the quality could be so much better. This was like just another pop song.

I think I'll put this on same level as BAD DECISIONS. But for bad decisions, atleast the chorus was staying on my mind while for this nothing was catchy enough for us to humm. Just because it's JK it will get hype but otherwise it's so generic. I think I liked LEFT and RIGHT way better than Seven. Even the rap portion felt so unnecessary and boring.

2. MV was kinda nice because of the production but concept was too shallow, the stalking and chasing was so outdated. In my country we have like 9293928843837 MVs in this same concept that not many make the same theme songs again.

3. The choreography. We haven't seen the full version. But for tiktok they do the highlight portions if that's so mediocre idk how rest will be. It was again giving the same mediocre showing off choreography and for me backdancers ruined it with their awkward moves.

4. they wanted this song to be played everywhere around the world. But there was nothing catchy enough to attract gp or go viral on tiktok, even if we sped it up. The only way to make everyone listen is to shove it down their throat but doing payola. But idk if investing in payola is worthy for the song. I also doubt the longietivity, as for me it was boring after 2 listens. I'll rather listen Like Crazy or wildflower or closer 20 times than listening this once.

5. I HOPE he'll bring something fresh to the table for his album and don't involve this mediocre producers who uses the same formula and same superstar persona to make a song successful. He is so much talented to sing a song which is so rich in melody and lyrics. And he can produce way better songs by himself.

Prolly a 4/10 for me

Ask 4: troye sivan's rush (which also came out last night) is exactly what I wish Seven was. I don't mean that in a 'I expect the things JK to make to be gay' way just in the way it's a fun, very danceable, sexy summer song that doesn't pull its punches. Something about seven feels too run through a commercial sanitizer a few times, even with the explicit lyrics.

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Hi Anon(s),

Jungkook likes to fuck.

Rather, Andrew Watt likes to fuck and thinks Jungkook can relate.

JK has been talking about wanting to show more mature and explicit sides of himself for a good long while now. So I’m glad he’s finally gotten to do that, confirming for us why he keeps getting noise complaints from his neighbours since the mattresses all over his apartment don't help.

BTS has made songs explicitly referring to sex before (though it's been mostly the rapline doing so). So it's nothing new but I guess it's cool JK gets to share with us that he too has sex.

The question I posed to my friends immediately after watching the MV is, “Do you know who's been doing A&R for BigHit since 2020? I really need to know who is doing A&R for BigHit in America because they’ve been doing an appalling job lately. I'm starting to wonder if it's an inside job cause this song is kinda ass.”

That was me ~11 hours ago.

I didn’t like the song.

I’ve streamed Seven about 20 times since then I think, took a break from the song for a few hours, watched his GMA performance, caught a few minutes of the Wlive, then listened to it again just before writing this post and…

I still don’t like it.

Jungkook did a good job on the song, Latto's verse wasn't terrible, and while the song itself isn’t bad… the song isn’t good either.

It’s painfully, and at this point it’s a pattern so I have to add, predictably, mediocre.

Reserving judgement for the album, but Anons, I agree with you for the most part. The suits at BigHit are trying but they are woefully out of touch with the reasons BTS blew up in the West in the first place. I don't even feel like spending any energy doing a review or even trying to explain what I mean. So I'll just ramble on for a bit but try to keep it brief.

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I have to give BigHit some credit because I can see what they're going for here. Andrew Watt is a very celebrated producer in the US, he won the Grammy award for Producer of the Year in 2021, he's got A listers in his portfolio. So, he's not a cheap name to book and I can see why the suits at BigHit thought he's the genius to gift them a song clinically designed for American radio.

But that pandejo phoned it in. There isn't a lick of creativity to be found anywhere in all 3 minutes and five seconds.

It reminds me of VIBE by Jimin and Taeyang, as the closest analog to the vague dissatisfaction morphing into annoyance and then pragmatic rationalization I experienced in that same sequence when listening to it the first few times.

The song is disappointing because we've all heard it before. Too many times, and we're bored of it. We've heard JK sing this sort of song for years, as covers mostly. So on one hand, while I guess it's nice JK gets to have an American summer JB-reject pop tune of his own, it's not good enough to be the track that introduces him to the world as a solo artist.

It's fine for any white, blonde, blue-eyed heartthrob that can ride on a pretty face and implicit bias to rack up accolades, it's not good enough for Jungkook.

And BigHit needs to start using whatever leverage a US$10.6 billion market capitalization buys you in Hollywood, to insist for songs that are at least as good as the songs made by BTS members and produced by their in-house team. It's a waste of money and everybody's time to fly a battalion to LA just to record 2014's summer hit in 2023.

In my opinion.

Still With You > Stay Alive > My Time > Stay > Left & Right > My You > Dreamers > Seven

All that said, I can't ignore JK has a taste for songs like this, and it's not his fault the song is shit (he didn't write, compose or produce it), so technically he shouldn't be punished for it. And the song is made for radio, while it's not my personal taste a lot of people really like the song (one of my friends likes Seven the most out of all the BTS releases so far), and it will catch on with some support. So, ARMY will support it including me, just to a lesser degree than I've done so far. Fingers crossed JJK1 has something solid on it.

#For people who wanted by opinion on Angel Pt 1 #take the latter sections of this post as one reason I'm not a fan of that song #Seven could've been fine as track seven on the album as an interlude or something #Not as the introductory single to JK's solo debut #Lol what a joke #Anyway #bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bangtan #bighit #hybe #bts fandom #bts army #JK Seven

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moongurl95 · 7 months

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Personal October 🎃Challenge 💙

saw this on Twitter but feel more comfortable posting on Tumblr 🫣 so please don't mind me reintroducing my baby B and maybe using this as an appreciation post as well 🤭

let it be known that i actually share the same first name with my baby Beatrice and i kinda just chose her last name, Hayes, from my writing pseudonym willy-nilly just cuz i was hella excited to start playing Hogwarts Legacy at the time of its release back in Feb. 🎮

Lo and behold, the further i played the game (took me a month to finish my first playthrough of her every night after my 8hour job), a backstory for Beatrice started coming up in my mind. 🤔

Suddenly, Beatrice Hayes wasn't my in-game avatar anymore but more like a younger sibling id protecc at all cost (yes, i am one of those players who played dress up with their MCs and even leave her back in the safety of her dormroom after each play session) 🙃

ive grown unexpectedly attached to her enough to start an actual fanfic (never done that with any fandoms ive been before), with our bois from Slytherin being the final nail and hammer on the coffin of my hyperfixation 😵

Also haven't started a Gryffindor playthrough after all these months (i'll get around to that eventually 😅) but here are my other baby MCs/OCs with my quick HCs of them:

on my 2nd playthrough, meet MC Cerestina Anguis 🐍 only daughter and youngest to her two, accomplished older brothers, Cersei was considered a 'defect' among her privileged Pureblood family before she came late into her Magic at 15. Motherless and with only a father seeing her as a mere pawn for marriage, Cersei does have moments of vanity, but chooses to rise above it in order to make a name for herself and find independence using her newfound Magic. Unbeknownst to her, Cersei was also promised to Ominis at a young age due to their "shortcomings" while still being of the Pureblood lineage, the young Gaunt himself is none the wiser. They meet at Hogwarts, angst ensues. But that is a story for another time 🤣

my 3rd MC, Phoebe Fidelis 🦡, is as loyal as any Hufflepuff can come as long as you can stand her chaotic crup energy on most days. Raised in a loving family of Halfbloods consisting of her parents and brothers, Phoebe was mostly content being the "Magicless middle child" until she turned 15. So other than learning to control the lycanthropy that runs in her father's bloodside, she also has to learn to wield this "Ancient Magic"?? So much for catching a break. 🥹

wanted a baby boi for my House so here's my Ravenclaw OC, Anthony Reinhart, a transferee from Beauxbatons, not much is known of him or his ulterior for coming to Hogwarts, though he may end up being a connection to Beatrice's past... 🤫

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Hi! I can't watch the bear for quite a while, but I saw your post about sydcarmy shippers being played and for the sake of my sanity can you say what happened there? Under spoiler ofc, i don't wanna spoil the fun for all the other folks.

yeah!

carmy starts dating a lady named claire who's his childhood friend. his attention, which is already being channeled by many different things gets further divided between claire and syd, and by extension the restaurant.

syd basically says, dude you need to choose. it's similar to what happened in s1e3, where sydney is taking the brunt of the responsibility with the restaurant and carmy isn't there to help offset the workload.

carmy and syd have a little back and forth and ultimately apologize and move on, and things are relatively chill until the final episode. in e10, the beef opens for its first service. it's friends and family night so a bunch of different people are there, including claire. things start out fine but quickly unravel, but this time the crew is strong enough to get back on track... with richie and syd leading the charge because carmy is locked in the walk in 'cause the handle fell off.

carmy has a panic attack in the freezer, partly because he has no idea how service is going, partly because he mistakes a guest for chef joel and that sends him fucking spiraling, and a million other things.

claire is wondering where the fuck carmy is and ends up in the kitchen. tina has been talking with carmy to try and keep him calm, but she steps away and claire takes her place unbeknownst to carmy.

he says the night being ruined is all his fault and he should have never gotten distracted (by claire) and he doesn't have the capacity for fun or love in him. claire says I'm sorry you feel that way and leaves, and carmy realizes he made a big fucking mistake.

he listens to a voice message claire left and it's her telling him how she always had a massive crush on him as a locksmith (?) busts open the walk-in.

that's their relationship. there's other stuff too, but i feel like this is already long and ive been up for like a day, so I'm struggling to be make sense lol.

i think there's still a chance for carmy and syd. i think carmy's relationship with claire was carmy diving in the deep end and intentionally seeking out joy and love, and trying to see how that would fit into his life, and backpedaling like a mf when the one thing he knows in and out starts to crumble.

i hope this makes sense lol

#the bear #the bear fx #the bear s2 #the bear season 2 #the bear spoilers #ask

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kayrockerqog · 3 months

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imma compress all my td2023 season two thoughts into one post, so spoilers below particularly for the final four/five episodes

Okay so, I can't be the only one who's super tired of Caleb by the end of the season, right? Like, no, I don't dislike him as a character necessarily, hell, we didn't have much to go off of for a GOOD while, and I'm certainly glad they actually gave him some substance. But like...really? Putting him in the FINALE? Extending his arc so long that it keeps PRIYA in until the final FOUR?? It just makes them both feel like they overstayed their welcome, especially when people like Damien, Zee and Raj got shafted in favour of their plotline, which was ultimately super exhausting compared to others. It also just felt a little...off, especially for Caleb's teammates in the finale basically being "Team Not Julia," that just felt...so sad. And not in a way that was really earned since he was super wishy-washy for the latter half of the game, especially after Damien was eliminated. Like girl how can you go from having nothing to having too much?? What is this, rags to riches? And just to get all of the kinda low points of the season IMO:

Damien was just straight up robbed, and his elimination left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth?? Like there ain't no way DAMIEN would be dumb enough and/or not paranoid enough to NOT take the idol with him to elimination, like, ON HIS PERSON. I don't care that it was hidden at the campfire, there is no way anyone with his personality, especially after saying he moves the damn thing like four times a day, would NOT KEEP IT ON HIM DURING THE CEREMONY!! That's just an unnecessary risk and it got him taken out. Also, Priya voting him out made DOUBLE no sense, like I get Wayne and Raj being sentimental and all but why would Priya vote him over someone else?? I'm still not over Zee's elimination either. Like, yeah, I get why, he spilled a bunch of tea about everybody, but did they just FORGET THE FIRST AND ARGUABLY MOST IMPORTANT BIT OF TEA??? THAT CALEB WAS FUCKING WITH PRIYA'S HEAD??? Why did they spare him of that? Caleb should've gotten more fucking consequences for not updating Zee on the development, especially when you made him PROMISE NOT TO SAY ANYTHING!!! However, there's a lot of good stuff too that I absolutely adored about the later episodes:

MK and Julia's farewell felt really fitting, even if I felt MK should've stayed over her, plus the hug??? the mutual respect??? Chef's commentary???? real. Raj and Wayne continue to be completely endearing, both with Raj's elimination and Wayne's obvious love and care for him even when he's not there. I mean FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, his worst fear at the time was having to compete AGAINST Raj instead of with him!!! How precious is that?? Plus the HUG????? RAJ'S FAREWELL?????? EVERYTHING ABOUT IT HAS ME SO GIDDY MAN!! "Bowie, get your dancing shoes!" me, being buried in a pile of the hearts swirling around my head and also just, Bowie in the finale being an icon, as usual, even if he isn't competing. His friendship with Wayne as a result of his relationship with Raj and how he's adapted to their ways of thinking is SO!!!!! GAH!!!!!! HE LEARNED THE HOCKEY TALK!!!!! IM WEAK!!!!!! And everyone on Wayne's team being so genuinely happy to support him, especially those I genuinely would not have expected to be there (Axel, Ripper, Chase) but when I think about it, it makes PERFECT sense, and I'm just,,, AGH!!!!! And while the final three and winner may not have been my first choices, I am ultimately pleased with the ending. Wayne winning makes up for the exhaustion of other plotlines in the season, and really, he played fair and square and won. Much as I wanted Julia to win, I'm glad he did.

now that ive actually seen all the episodes I'm gonna be,,, insane and reblog so much td stuff because obviously, so,, AND IF ANYONE WANTS TO ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS FEEL FREE!!! I WOULD LOVE TO TALK MORE IN DEPTH ABOUT MY THOUGHTS OF THE SEASON!!

#total drama #total drama 2023 #td 2023 #td 2023 spoilers #td raj #td wayne #td caleb #td julia #td damien #td mk #td zee #total drama stays winning #total drama 2023 spoilers

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i just found you blog and omg 😭😭😭 thats honestly what i needed in my life! I recently started playing the games and ive been looking for a page like yours !!

Could i pls request some headcanons of a female s/o calming Nishiki (Kiwami 1) down after a fit of rage, where they endup cuddling and falling asleep together.

I've been reading your stuff so TYSM for writting for Tanimura and Shinada 🙏🙏 my underrated babies

Omg yes I'd love to do some content for our special koi boy Nishiki. Also yessss Tanimura fans rise up (Haven't gotten to Shinada in 5 yet but I stg as soon as I do it's so over, I am posting him). Mild spoilers for this one, specifically for Kiwami 1. Headcanons below da cut as per usual, have a great day anon!

Nishiki is the type of guy who wants to hide his imperfections from others, especially during Kiwami 1. He's under the most pressure that he's ever felt in his whole life and it's taking every fiber of his being to just stay afloat. He feels showing emotion about it is showing weakness and now is the worst time for him to appear weak. Despite any reassurances you may give him, he's still going to try to fight against these feelings, for better or worse.

It's hard enough to keep his family together, who clearly does not want to listen to a word he says and does not see him as an authority. Losing his sister was the last straw, especially after he tried so hard for her. It breaks your heart to see him so distraught but offering help just makes him rescind even further away.

You both know he won't be able to keep these feelings inside for much longer and the wrong comment from one of his low ranking family members is what makes him finally snap. He's beyond a pot boiling over. At this moment, Nishiki is more akin to a grease fire: sudden, intense, difficult to put out.

Before any of you can even realize what's going on, Nishiki is just absolutely raging. Even he never realized he was capable of such anger; everything until now was done out of love, for Kiryu, for Yumi, for his sister. Is there even any love left in his body to give, he wonders.

Quick to act, you hold him back before his fist can land, but Nishiki will resist, spitting out obscenities and holding back tears. The man who just narrowly escaped Nishiki's rage slinks away and the others in the room follow suit, but it isn't out of fear. You can hear them chuckling down the hallway about how Nishiki can't even actually get mad, that he's just at the beck and call of his lover and can't do anything by himself.

You hope Nishiki didn't hear any of that but the way he just completely slumps in your arms tells you everything you need to know. He heard it, all right, and to make matters worse, he thinks they might be right. He couldn't stop anything: not Kiryu going to jail, not Yumi going missing, not the death of his sister, not even his own feelings.

Nishiki just slumps to the floor, silent and tired. You kneel next to him and for once the both of you are completely silent. No more words trying to soothe his pain. No more excuses from him, no more "I'm fine, I can handle it". You both know the truth. It's too apparent now. Instead, you simply wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.

This gesture does so much more than words ever could for him. Immediately, he reciprocates, pulling you into a grasp so tight that it almost shocks you. Instead, you gently lay your head on top of his, which is currently buried against your chest and failing to hold back tears that have been bubbling below the surface for so long.

Nishiki sniffles, tries to find the words. His mind is racing for a reason, an excuse, an apology. You shush him with a simple "I know." and Nishiki just melts in your arms. Not sobbing outright, just quietly whimpering, finally feeling safe enough to actually feel all of these feelings that he's ignored for so long.

Eventually, you coax him to stand. His eyes still won't meet yours but he also won't let you go as if you're the very thing keeping him afloat right now. You gently usher him out and bring him back to your place, far away from the prying eyes of his family and the Tojo Clan and the cruel whispers of the city that you both learned to love and hate equally.

The second Nishiki sees the bed, he collapses on it as if his body finally recognized that it needed some rest. You can't help but crack a smile as you crawl into bed next to him. Deep down, he knows that you know who he really is, flaws and all, perhaps the only one truly he can trust right now.

Nishiki gently flops over, wrapping himself around you almost like a koala. You chuckle a little, gently joking at him, saying "Comfortable?" to which you only receive a soft grunt of approval. You reply with a kiss on his forehead, to which he finally meets your gaze. His eyes are filled with so many different things: hurt, anger, sadness, pain, and yet behind it all is still that faint glimmer of love, the Nishiki that only you really know. He manages a quiet but sincere "Thank you" before once again nuzzling his face against yours before the two of you fall into a gentle and much deserved deep sleep.

#yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #akira nishikiyama #imagines #headcanons #majima megaphone moment

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srk8t · 6 months

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hi, this is not something that i usually post, but I'd like to get it off from my chest since ive kept this for quite a long time and talking it on tumblr is my only hope to do so.

please don't stop talking about Palestine.

no matter where I go, what social media that i use, there are always consistently something that has been preventing me and thousands of others from speaking out our voices, and to my surprise, even ROBLOX. FUCKING ROBLOX. IS A VICTIM OF THIS.

STOP SILENCING OUR VOICES. STOP LYING TO THE PEOPLE FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR PATHETIC BLOOD MONEY WHEN INNOCENT CIVILIANS AND LOVING MOTHERS HAVE SUFFERED IN THIS GENOCIDE.

thousands and hundreds of money wasted for the sake of war instead of using it to help the homeless and those who are in need. Do you think the world is a big stage for you to sit down in your air conditioned room while crossing your legs on the couch, while watching others suffer?

I have never been more UPSET to see how selfish and brutal these "people" are, calling palestinians "human animals" and saying they are savages while hamas are terrorists when theyve released hostages, and have done nothing but be nice to the said hostages. WHILE THE WHITE AND BLUE STATE REFUSES TO TAKE THE SAID HOSTAGES BACK.

I am unable to speak with such anger and show my frustrations elsewhere, as that'll only result in my socials being banned or shadow banned. I've seen this story play itself out more times than one might assume, as i observed from afar just to see what people all around the world treat muslims and islam itself. It is different, I grew up in a country where a vast majority are muslims while other religions can peacefully coexist.

I grew up hearing about palestine and gaza ever since I was in elementary school. Malaysia has tried to speak upon this but perhaps at that time, people just didn't care enough or, our voices were silenced.

I've seen white men fighting against defenseless nations. I've seen westerners blaming how islam teaches its followers horrible things. I've seen americans calling countless muslims as terrorists. But i have yet to see anyone, LITERALLY anyone calling the one who is in the wrong the actual terroist.

"I'm not educated enough to talk about this!"

THEN EDUCATE YOURSELF.

"This doesn't affect me"

THEN EDUCATE YOURSELF.

"Both are in the wrong and it has nothing to do with me nor my country"

If you as human are willing to defend genocide and "stay neutral", you are a coward to wake up and face reality. You called us terrorists as if it's a word that can easily be used whenever you like. And why again, are these white supremacists fighting against people who have no army and are defenseless in power? Is it perhaps they as well are afraid if they go for a bigger target who has the same, equal power as them?

THIS IS A PUBLIC GENOCIDE, THEY WANT TO WIPE PALESTINE OFF THE MAP. EDUCATE YOURSELF.

I've seen a loooot of isnotreal dick riders, and willing to go on lengths of texts just to justify genocide... do you get paid to do so? do you feel a sense of relief by wasting your time instead of doing something more useful and educational? Or are you turning a blind eye to the real problem? Your eyes are clear as skies, but your heart is an empty void of ignorance.

I am tired of staying silent for long. How many lives would it take until it will make people finally be aware? Once a colonizer, you are always a colonizer. From the river to the sea, palestine will be free. I was a young and clueless girl when i first heard this story. But I've grown and learned the hard ways of life and its rules. this time, i will not stay silent.

this time, i will not let my voice go unspoken

and this time, i will keep on fighting and spread awareness about palestine and the thousands of years that they have suffered.

If you burn, you'll burn with us.

#palestine

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6of575 · 8 days

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my goal is to try and make at least a post a day on here, even if its nothin very interesting to anybody else

i feel like,,, if i can finally successfully make it a habit to post and engage, it might just trick my brain from task avoidance

so! post done and heres the part for me thats fun:

(under a cut since its ramblin long)

the books im currently reading concurrently are some conlang construct books mr am got me that have been on my wishlist for ages, along with a very cool book about black holes and theories surrounding them, which mr am loaned to me from his collection

one of the things we share is a love of science and space, and more specifically, stars and time travel and all the things about our known universe that black holes straight up break

i have a lot of fun chatting with him; i really cant overstate the value of a friend so genuine, who i am never too much of, and i can talk about all my interests without the reflexive dread creeping on in

all that bullshit i learned growing up, yanno the kind: "im boring, im dumb, who could possibly enjoy swapping rock facts, much less listen to hours of it even when it our interests DONT align"

like, theres so much else about my friendship with him thats meaningful, but thats top tier right there

and lately? ive gotten a few others in my corner, who when i share, im starting to feel like that with them, too

its so weird! to have gone from one person to a tiny community of folks (and i mean little! its like,, five? six? of us max usually) that thrive on a love of the weird and the cringe and the stubborn hope

plenny others have waxed more eloquent than me about this sorta thing--how fandom spaces come sorta pre-fab with common, shared interests that its fans bring, and they build their fort and theres rules already laid out, and it becomes a second (sometimes first) home, of sorts

but when its starting from scratch, when its about stuff and is made by people that others just wouldnt ordinarily invest in or look at without outside prompting, thats not the same! its not a bad thing, more neutral, but its stressful, its really such a lonely feeling

except--when you finally find it, that person, and thats a community of its own, and it can grow, and suddenly you swappin stories, throwing jokes! and memes and links and hey inevitably, theres also those what ifs about your little guys

and everything is srs and sacred and everything is hilarious and "i cant believe this is real life" levels of stupid

you get to learn habits and quirks and whole personalities

"hey this reminded me of you" "hey, check out this view" "oh, thats right, yer the possum dude" "you love medieval lore--and i read this, and what do you think about it, too"

its suddenly kind of a fandom space after all, and its like, still work of course, reaching for and keeping more and being a person with, it aint that neat or pretty

but its got warmth and joy and expansion, after a lifetime of making yourself small enough to try and fit

you end up fans of your friends, fans of their life, hyping each other up and up and up about the most mundane shit and it starts to look like not even the skys the limit

planning things to do together, spending long hours into the night to parallel play with vidgames or watchin movies like time aint nothin thisll last forever, right? (it doesnt, always, but thats also part of this, and the ones that stay, the ones that work with you

those are the ones waking up to backread your chats like its the morning newspaper

and your life matters

like its better than the best hot goss, its saturday morning cartoons and their favour ice cream flavours

only now we adults and its also commiseratin over breakups and bills, and cross-country moves, and its celebrating that i saw chickens in the yard today and you finally got your boygirlthemsomethin gender fuckery juice)

idk idk idk

i feel some kinda way about all that

i never thought id make it so far that im nearly forty

never thought id get to ask "okay, well, now what? what do i wanna do, and try, and be?"

im... starting small i think, and im for reals happy, happier than i have been in years; i learned how to be alla my friends biggest fans, and im starting to finally believe

other people can feel that way about me

i just really think thats kinda neat

#6oftext #hexfold glories: transparent stories

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