#idk if this makes sense i feel like i could articulate it better but im tired

[papparinoo]

something i like about the blue eye samurai is that they let mizu be a woman. And i know thats ironic since shes had to instead be a man, or let ppl assume shes a man so she could be safe or taken seriously. If anything they dont let her actually choose. idk if that makes any sense, but when i didnt know anything about this show i immediately expected the protagonist to be a man. Usually men play those roles, or whatever. So when i heard her voice in the trailer, i got excited! I hoped that she would be a woman, bcuz i rarely see women who dont look perfect, who arent wearing like skin tight suits or whatever portrayed this way. For me personally i always end up wanting a woman to be in the “mans shoes” or whagever the fuck. I wish i could articulate myself better. Like fuck they actually let a woman look badass as fuck, shes treated with respect in portraying her skills (by the story), and she isnt like the epitome of beauty (for social standards or whatever, to me she’s absolutely frickin gorgeous)

They actually let her exist outside of this lens of what woman should look like or act like. I know its been done before or whatever, but fuck it i barely see woman depicted in this same lens as a man and not make some joke about it. Shes not degraded to a sex object, her appearance isnt perfect or the beauty standard, she gets to be a killer and skilled swordsman in the same light as taigen. It felt rlly great.

I personally struggle with my gender identity, i feel somehow someway im not woman enough. So seeing mizu sort of go through not fitting this sort of standard, having this idea of being a man forced upon her, its all so complicated and interesting and relatable. Maybe that says something about me, maybe it doesnt. But im so excited to see where they take mizu and her gender. Akemi feels like such a foil against mizu. She fits the beauty standard, shes observed as a woman and has her own power. She’s unfortunately the luckiest a woman could be in the story, her being married and such was better than being sold. But still powerless at the same time. It makes sense why mizu was dismissive of akemi at the beginning, to her it looked like akemi was just a brat, but even akemi struggles with not being taken seriously. Mizu on the other hand doesnt fit the standard, being mixed, seen less than human for not fitting the standard, not being “woman” enough (the whole husband thing where her actually being better than him immediately made her husband like dismissing of her and possibly ratting on her as well) the whole constant thing of her “mom” telling her she doesnt have good looks, it often felt like mizu was fighting against not only being mixed and “not pure”, but also fighting against what a woman could exist as..”not pure”. She could not just plainly exist.

Gender stuff is so damn complicated and its something ive struggled with. Ive tried exploring the idea that maybe im trans, maybe im a man or nonbinary. But it felt so relieving to see mizu as a character. Something that stuck out to me was when she was talking to her ex husband. He asked “u wanted to be a man?” And she said something along the lines of “i had to be one” and it felt sort of vindicating in the sense that damn idk.. like me and my siblings have struggled with our genders and whats expected of us, especially within our culture. Ive had conversations with my sister like about how sometimes we do wish we were men. To be taken seriously, to easily do things without feeling so judged. Maybe cis people dont do that, maybe they do, its okay.

I just love mizu, and im so excited to explore this story.

#i also love how this story depicts disability with ringo and eiji #those mf r not reduced to their disability or infantilized bcuz of it #also i know i prolly dont make sense at all #blue eye samurai #mizu #akemi

[gigigle]

I really hate how ursa is done in the comics idk

Like I'm done with the arranged marriage and her and ikem but I hate the other stuff.

1. Her and azula

I kinda wish they made her and azulas relationship more complex and nuanced instead of it being that ursa loved her all along and never favored zuko

Because I just think that's a little lazy. I feel like if ursa had favored zuko it would've made sense like if we keep the ikem part of all of it then I think it would be interesting that ursa favored zuko because he reminded her of her past and ikem. Also that with zuko she could at least pretend he wasn't ozais.

But with azula she couldn't pretend at all. And then coupled that with the fact that azula had a spark in her eyes that zuko didn't and she saw how ozai reacted to that and how he treated zuko that she would feel like she would need to protect him even more. I think it would be an interesting thing if zuko reminded her of her old life while azula reminded her of her present life.

And that would cause a rift between them. And then we would have azula acting out for her mothers attention and acting more and more similar to ozai which would just further increase the rift. Because ursa would struggle to separate her daughter from her abuser like she can with zuko. Especially since azula would also spend most of her time learning from ozai and listening to him.

Im also not saying she would a horrible mother either. Because I think even with this scenario that she is still nuanced because she got forced into a situation she would have never chosen and is just trying to get through it day by day. I think it would be that like ursa, azula was just a casualty of azulon and especially of ozai. Because had ozai not been there I think she would have been a much better mother.

Like idk I just feel like with how the comics wrote ursa and ozais relationship this would make even more sense than her being just a slightly flawed mother but she was trying her best. Idk I'm not very articulate.

2. The forgetting thing

It sucks. I hate it so much actually. It's just so bad, like I feel like the writer couldn't think of anyway to make it make sense that ursa would never go back to her kids but tbh I can think of some ways.

Like ursa is definitely terrified of ozai and he knows where she went and she would still go back to her hometown.

So maybe ozai knows this and every now and then he sends soldiers around there to just do a bit of patrol maybe even have them raid her parents house as a way of telling ursa that if she does something her parents and ikem are gonna be the price. Which I think would work.

Also I think with azula and zuko that she just kept telling herself that zuko had Iroh and that azula was ozais favorite. She probably just repeated those constantly like how zuko does with azula always lies. And soon after like a year she believed it.

Also I think she wouldn't get any information on them because ozai would make it harder and like we see in canon not that many know of or recognize azula and zuko. Like in the beach episode kids who seem to have noble parents don't even know about them so I think it would make a lot of sense that the royal family is way way way more private esp during ozais reign. Because yk ozai killed his father,stole his brothers birthright, and In ozais opinion had a failure of a first born. And maybe ursa was also too terrified of what shed find out or just to leave hir'a/her hometown.

Also part of me thinks it was lazy writing so that they wouldn't have to have ursa have difficult conversations about why she never went looking for them or just a conversation with azula because we never actually get a real ursa and azula convo.

3. Kiyi

I hate her. Like she just feels like such a a replacement and lazy writing. Like they wanted zuko to have a healthy brother sister dynamic with someone and they didn't know how,didn't think of, or just didn't want to write that with pre established characters, they decided to make a character that was everything azula wasn't and was the perfect little sister and daughter.

Like I think she could be fun but I also think she was just so that zuko could have that dynamic without having to put in the work of writing azula a semi redemption arc or smth.

But also I think maybe they could've given zuko that brother sister dynamic with katara or toph. Like we see zuko jealous of sokka and katara and maybe we get stuff we're zuko and katara will act like sibling or like the relationship he always wanted with azula but then gets reminded that he can't have that.

Also It feels like a way to also give ursa the perfect daughter but I do think rewritten she could work. I think she's a fun concept.

End

Tbh I just wanted to rant because I feel like so much was done that was just kinda boring and lazy.

#avatar the last airbender #atla #azula #azula in the spirit temple #uncle iroh #zuko #the search #smoke and shadow #fire lord ozai #ikem #not ursa slander #ursa #avatar comics

[autisticlenaluthor]

What's your take on Episode 7? 👀

I thought it was the best episode yet. it wasn't my favorite episode (I think the bus chaos episode is) but I think this one was the best in terms of writing/story/characterization.

(im gonna do my best to articulate my thoughts. idk how welll I'll do bc im in a verbal shut down but like i do have so many things I wish I could say)

first off, we saw so much vulnerability and so much insight into all of the girls.

the entire episode just had me wanting to reach out through the screen and give Sadie a hug. this episode humanized her (as it did all the girls) so much. it was the first time to me that I felt a true connection with her, rather than just a "she is my blorbo and I love her" favorite character vibe. Melissa is such an incredible actress, especially when given a good script, and you could just feel Sadie's stress through the screen.

the moment at the end with loafers was almost hard to watch. hearing him pile up on her, when you know what she's been through, and then watching it all come crashing down with the reveal of her needing an abortion was gut wrenching.

lola's storyline was also so important. we knew that there's a reason beneath the surface that she is the way she is, and I'd always kinda assumed her ferocity and how stubborn she is was a defense mechanism. but actually seeing it play out and confirmed was something else.

the scene where she went off on her candidate was a lot (for me to watch, not like, a lot in a bad way) but it all made so much sense. I think this episode also kinda showed us Lola being all high and mighty about everything stems from her trauma induced imposter syndrome. like-- the logic of calling her sister a nepo baby is fucking insane, because it means Lola, is a nepo baby too and just too stubborn to see it. but the scene with grace afterwards made it make so much sense.

and grace!! oh my god!! I loved all of the moments with her and Sadie. I loved her offering Sadie a hug, working side by side with her, and being her friend. the scene where she comes at Sadie hard again, is a lot, and for me was hard to watch, but it shows that even though Grace is changing. she is still her. she's written so consistently in her development, and I just love it.

also, the contrast between grace being too disconnected from her down daughter to be her mom, but taking Lola in, and mothering her so naturally. that juxtaposition was everything.

like it's so clear that Grace is afraid of vulnerability. but with Lola, it seems like there are just enough degrees of separation that Grace is able to be there for her the way she should be with Annie.

finally, Kimberlyn. I'd suspected her and Eric would come crashing down but truly, she just deserves so much better. everyone in her life keeps blaming her for going right back to work after her wedding-- seeming to forget, they weren't even supposed to get married that day. Eric dropped it on her out of nowhere, which means technically, Kimberlyn has absolutely no obligation to be being there for him as his wife right now.

but I love seeing Kimberlyn start to recognize her worth. she's been growing so much the past few episodes. and throwing out her passion planner-- it seems like she's getting ready for a fresh start??

idk. but im excited

#the girls on the bus #Sadie mccarthy #grace gordon greene #lola rahaii #Kimberly kendrick #GraLaKimDie #determined to make GraLaKimDie happen for my anon besties

[epicsauce]

pleeease keep talking about toys...i think this is interesting and smth i've never thought too hard about but it makes sense and i like to hear your opinions on modern toys

(ask pertaining to this post)

holy shit okay !! i would love to ramble on so, i shall!

okay im no expert on toy sales history, this is all just observation from my life experiences and i'll try to keep each part i want to go over relatively short!

that being said lets start with a small one that i've personally noticed as a canadian: Kinder egg toys! i remember when they used to come with like 4-8+ pieces, and you needed the included step by step manual to assemble them. they would often come with sticker sheets to decorate them with, and they would often be articulated or be set on wheels or have some sort of fun or movement or general functionality to them:

dont those look awesome? wrapped in 2 kinds of chocolate, and for only like 2$! i remember they would come in all shapes and sizes, all sorts of animals and vehicles and sometimes freaky little abominations, as you can see above, and sometimes even puzzles! they were such a special treat as a kid.

but kinder eggs now? come with a maximum of like 3 pieces that just snap together (usually the front and back of the toy, and then the platform they stand on). and thats all they mostly are now, stiff toys that stand on platforms wahhooooo yippeee

idk just look at the quality difference from the old ones above compared to some of the new ones:

like..... these are..... nothing! literally nothing. just a figure snapped to a pole/platform and thats it! not very interesting for more than 3 minutes max.

now i know what you're thinking: "not ALL of the old kinder toys had to have been bangers" and you'd be right, some were lame as hell, but even the lame ones from before look more intricate than the ones we have now, like can you see what i mean, just detail-wise?

it just feels so cheap and shitty, i could go on and on but more is explained later. point is, it sucks.

anyway that's a very small example and we can move onto bigger and better ones, and maybe even one that everyone else might have noticed by now; McDonald's toys! remember when they were actually toys?

and not just stiff figurines?

(the minions franchise was like CRACK for companies who love making profit off of nothing but stiff rounded plastic. probably the cheapest form of "toy" i can think of)

and yeah, again, its not like there werent figurines back in the day too, there's ALWAYS been lame as hell mcdonalds toys, but looking among many modern mcdonalds toys, you dont see anything as cool as the old ones. literally every major modern movie/franchise right now is nothing but figurines. the most recent actually interactive mcd's toy ive seen is when they collabed with hasbro games

again, companies just seem to be pumping out quantities over quality.

but why?

well, for starters toys are becoming cheaper (both in price and quality) because prices have sky rocketed and stores are forced to only stock cheaper things, therefore the cheap things sell the most, and then more of them get made, and statistics get fucked, etc etc the cycle repeats.

but toy companies know one thing, and that's that things that are "cuter" always sell more. "cuter" being used with vitriol because their idea of 'cute' is 'more glitter and sparkles and rainbow colours and obnoxiousness' oh, and dont forget the huge soulless bug eyes on all of them!

i know that people love these things, but theyre so..... uncanny. their stare is piercing, their stance is so stiff, i always felt bad actually playing with the only one of these i had growing up, and not just because it freaked me out, it just genuinely didnt feel good to play with.

and i knoowwwww people are obsessed with these things, but come on, you have to admit theyre SO unoriginal! theyre just cookie cutter shapes!

these things are horrifying and, at best, belong on a shelf.

these "beany boos" are so woobified and almost feel like a flanderized version of a stuffed animal, and they've completely taken over "beanie babies", which were wonderful soft little things that actually had movement and weren't stiff to cuddle! I also feel like they're almost trying to copy what webkinz was, in a way, as some of those were stiff too (but still loveable and not burdened with an uncanny, vacant stare)

anyway this is getting insanely long and im sorry but i feel like im going insane every time i see new toys nowadays. the like.... "cuteification" of everything is driving me insane, and the fact that they are simply just lower quality than what we used to get, because of prices rising and causing easy-to-make things to become more and more popular.

examples to further prove these points:

extreme woobifying or "cuteification" by almost completely removing all horse anatomy in favour of thin limbs, heavy makeup eyes that are now on the front of her face, and modern influencer eyebrows. on a horse.

and the extreme-simplifying of toys can be seen quite well on those mini polly pocket sets!! see this one here?

almost allllll of those little plastic things could be rotated or rearranged or moved or fucked with in some manner, it was awesome. i loved these miniature houses they always came with so much shit. wanna guess what the newer ones look like?

you guessed it, like shit!!

man even beyblades used to come with like, all sorts of different pieces both metal and plastic alike, and you had to assemble them yourself and you could interchange pieces to obtain a different weight which would affect your attacks against other beyblades, etc etc:

and looking at them now? they seem to be mostly made of- yep, you guessed it, hard cheap plastic.

anyway holy shit i literally reached the 30 image limit on a single post tumblr really said thats ENOUGH !! i cant believe i just spent that long talking about the worlds most pointless thing but at any rate i hope you enjoyed it and i hope you see my vision. because like i said im not insanely knowledgeable on any of this in particular, but its hard not to notice the decline in quality of all of todays modern toys.

#i didnt even go off about the entire brand of toys that exist just to shit in a cup after you feed it chemical mixtures #and i literally cant ive talked soooo much on this post i need to go smoke weed and to go bed LOL #00 #03

[sophaeros]

3 13 15 20!!!!

3. humbug or tbh+c?

THIS IS AN EVIL EVIL QUESTION AND I CANNOT BELIEVE OP WOULD WRITE IT OR THAT YOU WOULD ASK ME THIS!!!!!! humbug is so very immortal for its moody unabashed horniness but tbhc is so..Is So.....when it hits you it really hits you. it's so cinematic and i can't help but love that. BUT HUMBUG..ITS PIVOTAL TURN AND OBLIQUE LYRICS......but also the narrative and Imagery of tbhc. i dont know i dont know i dont want to give a cop out answer. OK IDK MAYBE HUMBUG??it has a range of sounds that are nonetheless cohesive + i love how he switches between obfuscating clever wordplay and kitchen sink slices of miserable time. very hashtag inspiration. my new homescreen in progress is literally tbhc tho so WAILING EMOJI

13. what are some of your favourite lyrics alex has written? (doesn't have to be arctic monkeys, can also include tlsp/ other artist collaborations/the submarine soundtrack)

OK SO I HAVE A CHANNEL IN MY PERSONAL DISCORD SERVER FOR LINES THAT INSPIRE ME BC SOME OF THEM PISS ME OFF IN HOW THEY FEEL LIKE I COULD HAVE WRITTEN THEM IF I WAS JUST A LITTLE BETTER AND MORE WIRED. here are some

when the heat starts growing horns / she's thunderstorms

in the backroom of a bad dream (i'll feel bad if it turns out miles wrote this one)

like in my heart there's that hotel suite / and you've lived there so long / it's kind of strange now you're gone

is that vague sense of longing kinda tryna cause a scene?

LIKE FUCKIN..first one drives me insane forever i dont even know why. for one thing i'm forever in awe of how he slots words into melodies like i can't write music man maybe i'll learn this year but it blows my fucking mind how he makes them sound so good And that they rhyme. and his imagery is just off the charts like u listen to it and ur like fuck that makes so much SENSE even as ur hit w HOW THE FUCK DID HE THINK OF THAT. i can't even articulate what it is about shes thunderstorms that gets me so bad.

2 and 3 are just. idk i love how he conceptualises these abstract places. like it brings these nebulous feelings and vibes and locates them in a solid place but also with surreal imagery. idkidk it just blows my mind im so mad maybe i should make a compilation of lines like these

4 just hits hard bc it's saur relatable LMAO. just fuckin the phrase "cause a scene" with the vague feeling of longing.......URGH. song made for aimless artists having an identity and existential crisis.

15. favourite arctic monkeys b-side?

UMUM UM . SO VERY MANY. ok the on brand answer would be catapult but TRUTHFULLY i find myself always going back to too much to ask. every time it comes on i have to loop it at least twice. im just soooo very enraptured by how he captures the mundane and the slow frustration the impending sense of doom. the whole song has such a like..inevitable vibe. the song trucks on at a steady pace all leading toward the ending realisation that really you could already see coming from the very first line.

20. favourite record ender track?

GOD it's gotta be a three way tie between that's where youre wrong, i wanna be yours and the ultracheese. actually perfect sense is in there too. four way tie.

thats where youre wrong to me really encapsulates this breezy sense of melancholy thats so distinctive of the sias album. it just moves so lightly like a clear day when spring is shading into summer but it's so undeniably Sad. it coming after sias is the perfect one two punch of this exact vibe.

BUT I WANNA BE YOURS. MY BABY. I LOVE HER BADLY the simplicity of it the pure unadulterated longing and desperation. i would fucking do ANYTHING to be yours i would make myself so useful and devoted just for you to deign to say you need me. it just brings you to another dimension man. blast it on your headphones at 3am and you will unlock a never seen before depth of hell called longing. it just strips the whole am album down to its core (ie pleaesepleasepleaspelepalseplease text me back)

the ultracheese. lies down. it's everybody's favourite. and for GOOD REASON. the insanity of ending on a gutwrenchingly honest confession after an entire album about fantasy and escape. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT KIND OF ACTUAL FUCKING SICKO ENDS ON "but i haven't stopped loving you once." ARGHHHH and musically it's like it's so very tbhc. is the best way i can say it. the tbhc album's sound and atmosphere put to fucking Work.

perfect sense makes me want to walk off a cliff and lie down in the dirt forever and ever and ever. if ultracheese was a confession perfect sense is a rumination. i was going to say it's like relief if relief tasted like whiskey but idk if i can even really say relief it's just like. i think it's also quite special to me because i do sincerely believe that by and large things will work out in the end and something unremarkable in your past will come to be the perfect solution in your future and back then it appeared just as it was meant to. it's like going on a long journey so that you could learn that where you began is what you needed and that doesnt mean the journey was a waste because you needed it yknow. i know there were people being like ohhh oh no tc is their last album and like perfect sense has such end of movie vibes but only the kind of ending where you know the characters are going to continue on past the end of the reel. yknow.

so idk maybe i will say either perfect sense or thats where youre wrong because i listen to thats where youre wrong a lot but clearly i have Feelings about perfect sense

thanks for the ask bug!! <3

#ask #folaireamh #ask game #arctic monkeys #i feel many things about am.......also idk if any of this makes sense becaus emuch of what i feel is difficult to articulate..!! #gonna sleep now will check my inbox again tmr!!

[imaginealpha]

WAHHHH YOUR TAGS ON THAT POST BESTIE IM RUGBY TACKLING YOU INTO A HUG RN <333 i have so much nerve to never shut the fuck up ever about every single thing in my life on here and then get genuinely surprised when people actually. have a grasp on where im at and how im doing and how i got there etc. like it's warming and touching and yeah. just makes me feel less alone in all the heaviness so tysm for those tags, i always appreciate acts of kindness that could very easily have been missed with no repurcussions if that makes sense? like you didnt HAVE to reblog that post and put those tags i would have thought no less of you if you hadnt, but you DID purely to be nice and that's a very lovely characteristic to have. especially bc - and sorry if this is weird - ive seen you in my notes with commentary on things if i reblog a post regarding mental health or something and idk. i think we're quite similar. like i always read every tag you put and i guess im just trying to say, from the snippets ive got, i see you too <3

Ohh my god hella you are so sweet and thoughtful istg <333 I may not be able to relate to all of your experiences but you articulate them in a way that makes me understand and more importantly *want* to understand which is so so important. Honestly even though we are similar we have grown up in very different environments and you have inadvertently taught me a lot just by sharing your thoughts and feelings and experiences!!

Thank you so much for taking the time to send me such a lovely ask I appreciate it very much :))) it boggles my mind that you actually read my tag rambles bc im sure you get a lot im so honored. Anyways I hope you have a lovely day and some warm cups of tea for the tough days ahead ^-^ it will be rough as you know but you will always bounce back better than before

#im losing my mind rn i did not expect a response skdjfhfhd #but yeah hella i need you to know that no one has humanized you in my mind better than you #prevents me from putting you on a pedestal but actually makes me admire you so much more for it #maybe it's just me but i always find it a lot easier to know and care about someone when i know both their hearts and their flaws #nothing increases my respect for someone more than them trying to help themselves be better #i love to see you caring about yourself and taking the time to acknowledge that you need things #and when you talk about all the good things going on in your life it makes me so so so happy for you #because i may not know you personally but i know you have struggled in the past with some of those things #and i am so glad it has gotten better for you #and guess who made it that way! guess who put in the effort to improve yourself and your life and get you those good things!! #it's you it's always been you #and you should be proud of yourself for that too

[communistkenobi]

I think that one thing that makes the MCU different from past franchises like SW is how much it's relying on its conglomerate of Marvel source materials across various mediums. The MCU does not need to establish Peter Parker's Spider-Man or the values that went into creating the character and his canon (as in his comics/cartoons/shows as a whole, not in-universe character continuity) bc its target audience already has a rough concept of the character due to prior exposure to Spider-Man canon/media in pop culture—which means there's just enough of a foundation for the MCU Spider-Man to be widely recognizable as Spider-Man without portraying what makes Peter Parker Peter Parker (poor financial situation from childhood to adulthood, low self-esteem, learning up to stand up to his bullies and his boss, survivor's guilt, etc.) on-screen. But it's like the franchise is then relying primarily on the audience's concept of the character of Spider-Man from exposure to other (including both subjectively and objectively better) versions in other mediums to establish their iteration of the charracter and by extension those films. And that's how adaptations work, of course, but I think the MCU as a whole fails to capitalize on the benefits of adapting into another medium, so all that's left for the critical audience are elements like the military propaganda, the racism and whitewashing, the imperialism apologism, and so on that are consequences of franchising decisions rather than creative decisions.

Like yeah, franchises and fandom aren't new and are direct results of capitalism and mass-media consumption, but the MCU feels like its own special blend within the Marvel franchise (as a whole) in how much it relies on this idea of The Brand and being just recognizable enough that it doesn't (and won't) go further than surface level. It's insular to a degree that I don't know what I can compare it to. I think SW has started to shift toward this template(????) with the D+ shows (well really since Solo), but I don't know how to explain where this shift occurred or where it falls between MCU and traditional franchise media????? Even the DCEU differs enough despite still imo having the mass-produced/soulless/lacking in substance feel. It's like you said, we don't have any specific term that quite defines this yet, and not to be a snob but I really really REALLY hate that I added a yet there even though I know it's only a matter of time.

(Sorry for the rambling, I just really like your analyses, especially where capitalism and fascism intersect even tho I didn't really bring those points up bc I'm not sure what I could contribute in that area lol)

sorry for the late reply i know this was like two days ago now lol

anyway i think my framing of the mcu as uniquely bad is incorrect in the sense of what you said, which is that fandoms and mass media are not new. mcu is just a good shorthand to refer to mass media because its the most glaring and obnoxious example of it.

i also don't want to be ahistorical about it because the first marvel movies weren't like the recent ones, they felt more real in the sense that there was more to them than simple reference. @sashacore made a good point about not categorising art into low/high categories because you can quickly get into reactionary territory. which i don't want to do, obviously, but i'm coming up short on language that describes what im trying to articulate. and i dont think im being reactionary when i say the mcu is devoid of meaning

agh idk i guess i just have a motivated desire to call the mcu uniquely bad in a way. like when scorsese said that the mcu isn't art i want to agree with him. like it literally just feels like an infomercial for capital and empire. if you wanted to point to something as the logical endpoint to art produced with the sole goal of capital accumulation i would point to the mcu. but it's not unique in that sense. the difference is of degree, not kind

#asks #sorry lol this is very all over the place

[ruporas]

It’s been really nice talking with you too, makes my heart very happy, you’re so sweet and it’s been just really really nice <33333 I appreciate all your kindness very much.

There are at least 3 people sending asks about shops rn also btw, the first one about the zine yesterday was someone else and there was another today about a shop, I’m sure there are a lot of people who would buy things from you, you have such a… your art feels like when you experience it it’s inside your chest to me. Like it blooms with your heart as you get to touch it and sits warmly with you and doesn’t slip away if that make sense. It’s something that I know personally I would get a lot of comfort from being able to look over and see in my space and I’m sure other people would too.

Art is something I value so much, it’s worth so much to me and I love to make art and listen to it and see it and feel it and live in it as much as possible. It’s how I experience a lot of joy and love and process things and feel life. I love stories. It’s love to me idk!! I love artists and I love that people share things and I love to spend time holding art in my heart and experiencing it and I appreciate it more than I can articulate that you and other people post things and share things and I make art too so I know it’s often a part of our hearts and minds and it’s vulnerable to share things that come from us like that and it’s challenging to even make them often and it’s love to me. So yeah I want you to know that you’re doing something I think is so special and important and wonderful just by making art at all <3333

Art being accessible to people is what’s given me everything and I appreciate it so much. There’s something really nice about having art that’s not in my screen that I didn’t make myself to be in as well though, and that’s worth a lot to me. Your comics and other pieces are poetry and love to me and I’m like. Really deeply grateful and happy that you’re considering making things available for people to have in their physical spaces <33333

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ MUCH LOVE TO YOU!!!! I TYPED A BIT so i'll put it under a read more... but thank you so much...!!!

your words are so kind and dear to me and gahh the way you describe how my work feels T___T i had to literally take a minute or 20 to have that sink in -- IT MADE ME REALLY HAPPY TO READ, it feels so nice to hear that my work can have that lasting effect... i think i mentioned alr, but one of my biggest comfort when receiving replies and stuff about my work is just knowing that people can feel something strongly in my work and knowing it's a warm feeling makes me feel giddy.

you have such a wonderful way of describing your passion for art too, in the collection and making of it..! i share similar sentiments, nothing i can describe as well as u did already, but art is an important everyday intake for me too, just seeing it on the dash and other socmed is an instant serotonin... and also the community it can help develop, the connection built to others who love and share the same interests... i love that sentiment of viewing art as love!! because it really is, there's passion and life poured into works created and it's a special thing to have in the everyday.

i have a few prints on my walls and i understand completely that it feels different having it physically than on a screen..! i never considered it before for my own work, but looking at the prints i have, it really radiates an unique kind of joy and comfort. knowing that someone else could have my stuff on their wall and feel similarly gives me a lot of encouragement T_T thank you so so much again for your wonderful words and for giving me a push in this direction... and i'm very happy knowing that there's anyone at all interested in having my work physically.

i'm so so grateful for these messages!!! sometimes im doing other stuff thruout the day but i remember these messages and i feel like 800x better, IT'S JUST.. SO ENCOURAGING and keeps me going. i do a lot of art for myself, but in the end, i love it most when my work can make others feel happy in any way and hearing it directly from someone else is reassuring that im doing something right in my work..! thank you!!!

#asks #doing backflips in my head happy as hell!!!! thank you so so much really T___T!!! #i got ur other asks too !! I HOPE U DIDNT SCROLL TOO FAR BACK DGMDKSGM i have some. Embarrassing etc #other fandom days. BUT ONE PIECE AND GK!!! yes... #one piece in particular has been a long hyperfix of mines afnskgd my long-term passion though it has been awhile since i drew anything #for op... thank u for enjoying my work T__T enough so to look at my old scthuff thank you so much!!!! for everything!!!

[detransexual]

Uh-oh gyns, i opened pandoras box yesterday and put on makeup (other than the usual beard-shadow coverup that doesnt actually change how my face looks) and ah fuck i really hate how much i liked it. Nooo dont start using makeup ur already self conscious ahah...

Like i thought id fully accepted being ugly, because i do have a weird face and it usually doesnt bother me, i know i look like hot garbage most of the time but i actually felt like attractive hot garbage?? I dont know how to feel about this tbh. I dont want to start doing something that makes me feel worse about myself if i dont, and every time i do start dabbling in makeup and start wearing it outside it does make me want to keep doing it, but i genuinely dont know how to feel about this tbh?

I think the worst part of it is that i feel more like "myself" actually, in the sense that i look more like i did before i started trying to pass for male. Theres no real point to this post im just rambling.

I feel like i dont necessarily care about my face that much anymore, its just the face i have and its a bit weird looking and oddly proportioned but i can see several of my relatives in my own face. Unfortunately its mostly my male relatives tho lmao.

I really wonder if that has anything to do with my trans identity tbh, why i felt like i WAS male? Because i have always been pretty androgynous both in my face and body composition, and for a long time i was obsessed with plastic surgery generally. I tried really hard for a large part of my adolescence to be really feminine, make myself smaller and cuter and try to fit in with my peers atleast aesthetically when i couldnt fit in behaviourally.

I really remember the feeling of realising females could be transexuals too and suddenly feeling a promise of freedom, feeling like it explained why i pretended to be a boy as a child, why i didnt fit in with my female peers, why i felt the way i did about my female friends (hint: it was autism, and not understanding why i was limited by female socialisation and heteronormayivity) and how hesitantly hopeful i was that that was the explanation, and eventually i became convinced that it explained everything from my weird periods and my deeper than average voice to why i didnt fit in socially and behaviourally - there was something wrong with me on a biological level, something that was easy to believe when you've spent your whole life with a sense that there is something deeply and inherently wrong and different about you.

I dont know, i just wish id have been able to grow up as a girl and realise that that didnt dictate anything about how i should look or act or who i could fall in love with. I wish id have felt able to shed femininity without needing an "excuse" in the form of a male identity. I wish someone had looked at me in all my social problems and self destructive behaviours and realised that this is a kid who cannot ask for help and cannot articulate whats wrong. I wish someone had recognised that something was wrong and that i needed help rather than being told that i was really mature and independent, because i shouldnt have had to be.

And to bring it back to beauty ideals, i certainly shouldnt have been shamed and made to "fix" features that my brother was praised for having, i shouldnt have been told my face and body was unacceptable and unpresentable.

Idk man. Dont wanna care about how i look i dont want it to matter.

I guess a healthier outlook would be to say "huh im not ugly everyone else is just cheating" (jokes!! Is just jonkes!1!!) but then again i am kinda ugly and i just wish i didnt prefer looking better aesthetically because like, whats the point lol its not like thats gonna do anything for me

#ramblesssss #op

[needsmustleap]

okay posting my thoughts IMMEDIATELY after having finished the finale:

-lance reddick 💔 hope whatever's next is treating you well. killer performance

-i think the show really would have benefited from longer episodes and maybe more eps too..... they really had to rush through things imo and i wish we could have gotten more downtime with the trio to see their personalities and relationships more. and also like camp in general, when they cut back to percy training w luke it was kinda jarring, like when did they even have time for that

-i really wish they had kept the dimension of annabeth having a crush on luke & showed us their relationship more. she struggles w his betrayal throughout the whole series and the reveal in the finale just felt kinda underwhelming. also i think it's so realistic and relatable to have a crush on a guy like that lol and it just overall adds more flavour in gen but also to her dynamic w percy

-in gen i feel like the show was already foreshadowing percabeth hard and i wish they had not lol. but i was worried they would do that so i may have just read what i thought i was gonna see into it.

-this ties back to pacing/short and limited # of eps, but it's just interesting to see how they tried to take it from book to episodic tv show. the second last few eps i think didn't come off as well/weren't as satisfying as episodes. just interesting to think about the structure an ep calls for and how/where it was a bit incompatible with the story. idk

-i did really like it. the guy who plays poseidon is so hot so gotta watch black sails i guess lol. i need to rewatch to better articulate the things i liked i think. looking forward to watching the making of lol.

-minor thing but wish they had eaten the food at times lol. i know there are very good reasons why they rarely do this in shows in general but i feel it just added to the sense of detachment from the characters that i had.... like idk, eating can just be so personal lol but also they're on this long quest and strapped for cash the entire time, they should be scarfing! they were in the book! minor but it distracted me a bit. and i think also speaks to the lack of downtime/pacing etc thing. i just feel we didn't get to really know the characters well. i think all my thoughts tie back to this really.

-concluding point : it took me so long to get used to seeing them be babies lol, i guess in my mind i tend to always think of them as my age. it's been so long since i read any of the books so i guess i was closer to their age back then esp during the sequel series, so i mostly remember having known them back then i guess? was just odd, they're literal babies!! but i got used to it. looking forward to (hopefully if they get renewed i guess) seeing more of this version of them. may have to reread the books but i may be looking for something i can never get back lol

-glad we saw so much of sally, and her relationship w percy and its complexities. they really focused on parenthood lol

-hopefully if they get renewed they can do longer and more eps. idk tho you really can't trust these platforms. it's sad bc the show could've been really great if they'd had more time to work with. it was good but you can feel the crunch for time imo

-like it's a tv show.... the whole thing is getting more time w the characters (yes the entire thing of all tv shows)..... i just keep thinking, how different is this to the movie exactly. ya it's more faithful the book but what else? it's been eons since i last sawthe movie lol but idk im just thinking.

-really need to rewatch to marinate more on they did end up saying/doing

-okay good night

-wish we had gotten more grover also lol but this ties back to everything i already mentioned

#needs must say things #pjo tv show #pjo tv show spoilers

[satoruhour]

hi T bby :( i miss youuuu work has got me fucked up

i have qn 😼😼😼

ok how would jjk men react to their baby who squirms A LOT when she comes? like chills all over her body and if she's laying on her back she literally arches her back so hard she's practically upright 😋😋 not speaking from experience ofc (m' lying lol i give myself such mindblowing orgasms no man could ever 🙄🙄🙄)

idk i feel like geto and nanami will literally go feral over this and like when this happens they are the type to pull you up on their lap and like hug you while still thrusting IEKFKEKKEOFO

no need to write alot abt this i just want ur thots on dis eheheheh (also i hope i made sense im half asleep)

SENSITIVITY UPPP !

a/n: omg rose ur mind THANK YOU FOR THIS muacks x, i changed nanami’s a little tho! tagging @hyomagiri @mysugu @shotorus @screampied @jabamin @marimogf @arminsumi @slttygeto @etherealxmaya @happygoluckyalexis 💟

wc: LONG. dont even ask im so annoyed i keep writing sm LMOAOAOA

warnings: sensitive reader for all, reader and gojo fucks for the first time but they arent virgins!!, brief fingering and oral (f! receiving), multiple rounds before actual p -> v sex, protected sex, spitting onto your pussy, bit of degradation, use of ‘slut’, implied filming at the end (gojo), RA!geto, multiple rounds, implied oral (both f! and m! receiving), unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (geto), stressed!nanami, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, imagine his goggles having a strap or sum, pussy slapping, slight breast play, clit stimulation, m! masturbation, kinda goofy but we dont pay attention to that (nanami), dad’s bsf!toji (again.. it’s my fav okay), semi-public sex (pool sex), age gap (reader, late 20s and toji, late 30s), spitting, protected sex, slight daddy kink, brief face-sitting (toji), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

like always, gojo is relentless when he’s teasing you. whether it’s by making cheesy comments in front of his students or declaring his love for you in a nationwide meeting of other sorcerers, or even in private settings where he makes you work for either kisses or his cock, it’s always a sure thing to happen. it’s obvious that it would happen the first time the two of you are drowning in pleasure, too, noticing how you always flinch and your moans get louder when his kisses get a little too deep and passionate.

“are you okay?” gojo asks in between kisses as he undresses you, planting small pecks along your shoulder and down your chest. there is it — your twitches, but all you do is cup his cheeks and bring him to your mouth to distract him from your very obviously sensitive body. he has an inkling about what it might be, but he much rather see it in proper action or for you to admit it yourself. “baby’s so on edge—”

“i’m not,” you pout, letting him wrap an arm around you to pull you closer to him. it didn’t help that you were currently in an awkward position in his office at the goddamn school, trying not to knock over his stationery and papers. well, you were, he definitely doesn’t give a shit. “i’m just . .”

you sigh but no words are articulated, only letting him have his way with you in the afternoon. this whole situation has got you hot and bothered by the circumstances in which you ended up here, body on fire both from his touches and the weather. bit by bit, your body’s revealed to him, work pants thrown to the side and your legs propped up on his wooden desk. it’s almost humiliating, but gojo licks his lips at the dark patch on your underwear.

alas, the first time could’ve been in a better place like his penthouse or a hotel, but the two of you was holding back too much that it has come to settling for his office which he hardly even uses. but gojo has a gift of making anything fit whether it’s squeezing into a top of yours for a tiktok video or a terrible fashion decision on his end or; just like how he tries to fit his fingers in your tight hole.

you have a hard time trying to contain yourself as he marvels at the way he stretches you out, middle and ring finger pushing into your gummy walls that’s just clenching, clenching and clenching, and it’s this day you find out gojo is so good at oral that it’s almost criminal. when his tongue latches onto your clit, there’s a plethora of sounds that leave your mouth while he licks and sucks at it.

“s-satoru—” you’re whining, nails sure to leave marks on the desk from the way you claw at it, but you’re also conscious of how your body moves. he’s just too good, though, slobbering over your dripping cunt and pumping his fingers non-stop. the other arm wraps around your thighs and he’s so tall that he needs to kneel to eat you out and you never thought you’d see the strongest sorcerer on his knees. you’re the first. 

“like that? like my tongue on your pussy?” he speaks, muffled, meeting your eyes in a lustful gaze while he continues his ministrations and it’s like that for as long as you can remember for maybe two, three, four times before he finally starts fucking you. after putting on the condom, it takes a while for him to fit himself but he bottoms out after deep breaths with you, and when he starts moving you’re just a mess. whining and panting as your body shakes and gojo is already planning to make you cum even more just to see your sensitive body react to him.

but he’s nice about it and he thinks the teasing can be brought down a notch just to make sure you have a good first time with him; you’re just too cute not to tease, though.

“first time and i already know your sweet spots, huh?” gojo smirks, holding both your legs and placing them on his shoulder, loving how you protest in embarrassment. it’s true, he’s hitting all the right spots, hips ramming into you with proper thrusts that’s all different from your previous endeavours, and makes sure to give attention to your clit, too, locking eyes with you before he gathers a ball of saliva and spits onto it.

you gasp at the feeling and the sight of it, clenching around him and he laughs. “oh, you liked that? filthy slut.”

he’s so gross but your body shivers, already having mini orgasms from the overwhelming sensations but you’re still unconsciously conscious of the way you appear to gojo — it’s obvious he’s had many partners and you didn’t want to disappoint, but you’ve also had your fair share of disappointing partners who didn’t particularly like your sensitivity. from wanting breaks to your body convulsing, it felt like too much for them to handle.

until today, you guess, because gojo’s leaning forward to cage you in his arms while there's a resounding pap! pap! pap! that sounds across the office, pussy being pounded relentlessly as he holds you and encourages your moans.

“c’mon, baby, give it t’me,” he mumbles, hand cradling your face while the other holds his body up, “don’t hold yourself back.”

that sends a chill down your spine, so he notices, trusting him enough to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him even deeper into your tight cunt. he groans at that, going in for a sensual kiss while his thighs and glutes start to burn; but for a first time, he’s already addicted to your pussy, chasing that high in pathetic little ruts while he whines into your mouth.

“c’mon baby, c’mon baby, fuuuck . .” it’s the expression you give him: so raw and filled with pleasure while your body responds so sweetly to him that he spills into the condom first, holding you closer if it was even possible to. gojo mumbles incoherent sentences into your skin, a little annoyed he had came first because it was always you, you, you first and you deserved ecstasy before him, always, but he fights through the overstimulation.

your eyes flutter open and close at every opportunity, not even noticing he’s pulled away from you just to watch you unravel as he angles his hips. he gives extra attention to your clit and twines his fingers between yours, keeping blurry eye contact.

“let go for me, baby,” he murmurs into your connected hands, kissing it, “cum all over me, i got you.”

and you’re cumming, albeit a little restrained from all your previous experiences but you listen to him — jaw slacking from the sheer pleasure and your body shaking so much that it sends tremors through the table. your moans reach the ceiling while your back arches off of it and gojo wishes he had his phone to record everything. right now, memory is enough.

“satoru, it’s so—!” eyes closed tight, he’s moaning with you at your sensitivity, massaging your calves as you continue to ride out your orgasm and letting you reach a calm state. before you know it, you’re trembling again when he pulls out of you and disposes of the condom but instead of an annoyed expression you’re faced with his shit-eating grin that you both love and hate.

“w-what . .”

he tugs you up from your twined hands, placing a gentle kiss that you also jolt from, confused at the smile that you feel through his kiss.

“need to see that again,” gojo moans softly as he kneads your legs in comfort. one hand reaches to take his phone, “wanna see that again, baby— the way your body moves,” and again, you’re scared of the verdict until you see the camera app opened on the screen.

“it’s so fucking stunnin’. you’re so fucking stunnin’.”

✶ GETO

“we’re gonna get kicked out,” you protest and yet you let resident assistant and your boyfriend geto suguru kiss all around your face and chest as he hurriedly removes your clothes and you softly moan at the feeling of his hands on your tits. even if it was the holidays and it was his dorm room that you were messing around in (he insisted, said he didn’t want you to shoulder the shame if people were to hear you), you were still worried about the neighbouring rooms.

“i checked, they’re not in, baby,” your jaw drops at that and then it drops even more when his mouth engulfs your nipple in your mouth, swirling his tongue around your bud.

“you didn’t . .”

“yeah, no, i didn’t,” he laughs when your expression crosses between incredulous and pleasure, humming into your chest when your hands pull apart his bunned-up hair, “but i know them . . they’re the type to go home during the christmas season.”

“well— that’s—! that’s even worse that you know them,” it’s like you didn’t hear the second part of what geto said, “now these acquaintances— they’re gonna hear you have sex,” you shout and you realise your voice has reached a volume higher than intended and you slap your palm against your mouth and you wince again at the loud noise it makes.

he just laughs in typical geto fashion, because he’s always calm and collected towards any problem that arises against him just like this one, except that it was far from a problem because he definitely knew that they were gone from the time all three of them (the ones closest to his door, at least) had knocked to say goodbye until the new school year.

he wasn’t sure about the ones on the same floor, further from him though.

“hey,” he removes your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours before giving you a soft kiss, “i’m confident they’ve went back home, i promise.” and when geto promises things to you, you fall prey to it every time. like how he reassures you that finals are going to go well, like how your submission for your essay will definitely get you an A+, or like how he makes sure he’ll get the important groceries for your room.

“. . okay then,” you mumble, running a hand through his hair to smoothen it out and he leans into your touch, before you bring him to your lips while you climb him, a tangle of sloppy kisses and hands going everywhere until you don’t know yourself any more.

it descends into insanity soon enough, going from dry humping into you slapping his tip on your tongue. and right down to cumming on geto’s tongue for god knows how many times before you’re held up by your arms while your boyfriend pounds into you from behind. if not for the help of suguru’s arms, you’re sure your body would fall forward from how limp you’ve gone.

“sugu— s-shit—” you’re moaning out more to yourself than him, still afraid that you’d be heard but the dick is so good that it has you losing yourself bit by bit and the both of you know that.

“arch your back f’r me, princess,” he pants out, hands travelling up from your nape to your lower back just to press on your arch, leaning back to admire your pretty cunt from behind. the sheets are already a little soaked from under the towel he’s placed out, and if it wasn’t for your pussy, his organised mind would already have a reminder of how he should bring new sheets to his dorm.

but the snug hugging of your walls along his length always causes a proper, well-behaved student like geto suguru to unravel like thread to his rawest self, acting like he’s deprived of sex; akin to an animal is exactly how he’s slamming into you while you relish in the spread of your cunt.

no matter how many times the two of you fuck, you’re always amazed at the uncomfortable stretch and how you manage to take him every time — he knows this too — “takin’ me so damn well, f-fuck,” mumbling right into your neck when he brings you up.

you whimper at the praise, sentences leaving your mouth with no coherence. with his one hand able to wrap perfectly around your neck, the other goes all the way down to your clit, drawing circles that match his pace. it only fogs your mind even more alongside his cock that reaches deep in you.

now with arms released you take the opportunity to blindly reach for your lover, sighing when you feel him react to your touch. every touch he leaves on you is fire, and with each minute that passes you only become more and more sensitive, evident in how your body jerks in his hold.

“shaking s’much,” geto giggles, pulling you flush against his front just to feel your body shudder by his doing, “sometimes i forget how sensitive you are—”

you whine at the teasing words, almost sounding like you’re pouting at it from how you drag your words out, “it’s ’cause you’re always so busy . .”

“i know, baby,” he’s caging you in his embrace as his hips continue to rail into yours, “and ’m sorry f’r that.”

you only hum at his apology, hand clasped tight on his sweaty nape while your body bends in ways you never thought possible. just like his fingers, you can feel his weeping tip kiss your cervix and those few thrusts alone sends you shaking in his hold.

“s-suguru . . wan’ to sit in your lap,” you’re mumbling, closing a hand around the one that’s grasping your neck gently, “tired— just w’nna—” you’re choking on words and teeth almost drawing blood by how hard you were biting into it.

and like always, geto succumbs to your pleas as he wraps secure arm after secure arm around you. he easily manoeuvres himself on his butt and hauls you until you’re turned towards him and leaning against him before he’s slipping into you again.

“show me how those hips work, baby,” he murmurs drunkenly with onyx eyes focused on your cunt. how your hips grind in circular motions and how each time you bottom out, there’s the delicious, familiar squelch of your pussy, “fuck me, amie, there’s no better sight than you on me.”

that, you let out a laugh when in the blur of your mind, you recall that your boyfriend is currently studying old french — he’s been calling you amie more and more, and the endless praise only has your hands pressing deeper into his torso while you bounce on his lap.

suguru looks at you like you were carved by goddesses, watching you intently with a close eye while your body continues to move atop him. your hands feel prickly, sharp along his abs that tense and flex under your touch, hands planted tenderly along your ass and hips that try to help you — he’s just too enamoured with your pretty curves to properly help you, though, only spurring him and his hips on to meet yours halfway.

your hand closes around the other’s wrist, guiding his hand to your needy clit, mimicking how you’d touch yourself when you’re alone and bothered. he takes over easy enough, thumb pressing and pushing your bundle of nerves just how you like it, neck all exposed when you tilt your head back to moan.

“not so shy now, hm? is she close?” your hips pick up the pace at his question, desperate for release when your deliverer was geto himself as you’re prying the hands from your neck and putting his fingers in your mouth; all the while, he’s still rubbing your clit with him rutting into you for his high too. you suck and twirl your tongue around his digits, soaking them with your saliva as he watches you with hooded lids.

“y-yeah . .” you mumble into his hands, holding it so tightly while his cock continues to impale you, “s’full, sugu—”

“i-is it now?” suguru speaks through thrusts, hands leaving your warm mouth to cradle your face, taking his time with the bottom of your face: squeezing your jaw, thumbing your bottom lip, “wanna feel you cream my cock, amie.”

you mewl at that, full on bouncing now with renewed strength on his sensitive cock and moaning without a care in the world, the wet squelching of your pussy definitely telling the other neighbours just what the two of you were doing but it’s hard to give a shit when your walls wrap tight around his dick and you see heaven every time he hits your sweet spot and before you know it, you’re cumming right on his cock, coating his shaft with your juices.

“cumming‚ ’m cumming, suguru—” your thighs burn like hell but the sensations are just so damn good, back arching all the way while your eyes roll back into your skull and you hold onto his thighs. your thighs are pulled taut, whole body convulsing around him while he watches in awe at your sensitive nature, a primal need overtaking him and he’s trapping you with both arms and ramming up into you that you let out a drawn out moan.

“su— too much, s-sensitive—”

“oh, i know,” he grunts and hides in the safety of your neck, arousal spraying everywhere and your needy moans was all geto needed to spill with a loud cry of your name paired with the continual rough thrusts up into your pussy, “oh— shit, shit, shiiit . . gonna fill you up nice and full—!”

geto does just that, cock spilling all of his hot cum into your waiting womb while you let him hold you through all of it — still shivering body and all. and finally when you both come down (or well, just him), he’s grabbing your ass and laughs in surprise when you jerk with a small moan. downtime for you took longer; he’s content to just stay there and let you cockwarm him.

“my sensitive darling,” he leaves kisses along your clavicle right up to the stretch of your jaw and revels in how you shiver and your breath quickens, “you’re so cute that i just wanna make you cum over and over all over me.”

✶ NANAMI

nanami kento would let you step over him, any time. the way you teach the students, the way you stand up to the higher-ups together with gojo so well that he’s a little jealous, the way you’re always greeting him with a big smile the moment he comes home — it’s obvious from the way his eyes light up just a little from the tiring job of being a sorcerer.

today you’re looking a little sexier than usual but at the same time, it’s just you in your apron while you’re removing the suit jacket from him. you can’t even remember the last time you first stepped foot in his apartment, a little intoxicated from the drinking outing you had with shoko, gojo and him. it was clear only the three of you were good drinkers. with shoko hauling gojo’s drunk ass back to the school (and later successfully getting him to teleport them both), nanami takes the chance to invite you back to his place for more drinks.

wine, specifically, but not before a few glasses of water.

you do remember when you moved in, though, happy at the prospect of finally living with your lovely boyfriend who insisted that you don’t need to cook when you don’t feel like it. but you liked to defy him sometimes, just like today.

“hey, sweetheart,” you perk up, eyes fixated on the way he pulls his tie loose and removes it, throwing it onto the sofa. it’s unlike him, but being with you made him less particular about routine when you already take so much of stress away.

wordlessly, you’re yelping as he takes you into his embrace with both arms and feeling the feel of his lips on yours in an instant. he’s worked up, you know, but you can’t help but feel your pussy throb at nanami using you as an outlet to release his anger.

“hi, honey, just— sorry,” he mumbles in apology, forehead resting against yours at the roughness he displays, “rough mission today.”

your hands feel like salvation when you caress his cheeks, going onto your tiptoes to give him a much gentler kiss, “don’t apologise, kento. come, i made dinner.”

he feels so bad for saying the things he wants to say next, not wanting to see your disappointed expression or defeated frown, but, “can i have dessert first?”

he cringes because it’s so obvious gojo made him say that, but he did find your surprised face absolutely adorable. “oh! i . . didn’t make dessert . .” it sits for a while until you realise what your boyfriend was really referring to and your cheeks heat up. stifling a giggle, your head collides with his chest while he just sighs.

“did gojo tell you to say that—”

he cuts you off before you even finish the question, “yes,” and you’re laughing so much that it gets the ever stoic nanami to chuckle to, but he does mean it as cheesy as the line was. “so?”

nanami doesn’t like to play with his food, but he just can’t resist when he’s buried in your cunt near the front door of all places. his penthouse may not be as luxurious as gojo’s, but it still boasts its richness in furniture and decoration, like the full length windows and glass tables that you’re so desperately trying not to shatter. with one hand planted onto the table and the other in the blonde locks of your lover, your moans echo for everyone to hear.

“missed this pussy for the whole. damn. day,” he groans into your cunt, stress from the work day seeping through in how sloppily he eats your pussy, tongue flicking your clit while his hand holds your leg up. the other is busy kneading your tits and playing with your nipples, goggles pushed up to his forehead while strands of his hair stick out from under it. it’s such a new look on him as you look down on him, the bottom half of his face all soaked with your juices.

“like it when i use you like this?” he mumbles into your clit, hazel eyes making contact with yours from below and you swear if it wasn’t for your strong grip on the table and his hair you were sure to collapse, “like it when i eat you out for everyone to see?”

you’re nodding frantically, hole clenching and heart picking up the pace at this different side of nanami, a scowl etched onto his face from whatever happened at work and you wished he’d come home stressed more often. sagging against the wall, your hips only push forward to get a taste of his tongue again, jerking in response when he starts slapping your pussy.

it’s loud and wet, emphasising just how much you were dripping onto the floor and onto his hands. his slaps aren’t light. oh, no, they were hard-hitting ones, stimulating your clit so well that you can already feel your knee buckling. 

“please, k-kento, need your mouth—” you whine, bucking your hips into him that all he does is chuckle a little, finally letting your leg down for a little rest until he’s taking your other and propping it onto the glass table. he knows how sensitive you can get, and he’s still doing this?

“your table, babe—”

he waves a hand, rising from his stance on the floor momentarily to give you a kiss, “i can always buy another. but this,” and you wish you could document how with each kiss nanami lays on your body, he’s lowering himself back to his knees and his large hands on your heaving stomach makes you dizzy.

“this, you, i can’t replace, and i’d love to see my girl tremblin’ when she cums—” he pushes a thumb into your clit and you shudder, hands opening to give your pussy another spank, “again.” another slap and you cry out, “again.” one last spank and he smiles softly at your toes already curling around the edge of the glass table, “and again.”

you don’t catch your breath before nanami goes right back into abusing your clit with his tongue, sucking hard on it and then flicking his tongue non-stop against it, and he switches between both that you don’t even know what he’s doing any more. you’re only focused on trying not to fall over, but it’s proving hard from the way you push his head deeper into your cunt and how your hips hump his face.

through your semi-closed lids, you see him palming his bulge and that only heightens your sensitivity, sight infiltrated by his own eyes staring up at you. his hand only moves faster, making quick work to remove his trousers and he sighs into your sopping pussy at the relief he feels. soon, the filthy noises of nanami eating you out can be heard with the slick noises of his palm against his length, pumping his cock to your pleasure.

“mmhm— that’s it, grind against my face,” your boyfriend groans into your cunt, already knowing you’re close from the way you start to strengthen your grasp on his hair that it hurts just a bit, but he doesn’t mind a bit of pain, “cum for me, sweetheart, cum on my tongue.”

“o-oh shiit, kento—!”you let out the loudest moan at that before you’re trembling all over that your foot falls from the glass table and nanami’s quick reflexes help to support your obvious shaking knees. you gush all over his face while you slump forward and again, nanami only smoothly falls onto his back just for you to slam both hands onto the floor for a proper anchor, unaware of your predicament as you continue to grind your soaking core into his face, body convulsing from above him. his tongue never stops, sucking on your clit harshly before he opens his eyes and he’s just drunk on you, your cum, everything that he has to curl his larger forearms around your thighs and pull you to his face.

“oh, fucking god,” your thighs continue to shake around his face, cumming so much that it falls onto the floor and stains his blue shirt and it takes a while for you to come down with nanami helping you; hands massaging your ass, lips along your inner thighs.

“fuck— how we’d end up on the floor?”

this time, nanami truly lets out a laugh, a hand coming around from the back to hold your chin, “you fell on me.”

“oh . .” you mumble, eyes scrunching in a flustered state while you just groan into your hands, “i am . . so sorry.”

“don’t be,” signalling that he wants to sit up, you scooch down his body and scream into your palms. he’s amused, to say the least, pulling away your hands to give you a genuine, lovesick smile before he uses the back of his palm and wipes away your cum on his face. with a slow lick and intense eyes, you watch as he licks it up, “want you to see you like this again, my love. s’sensitive, shivering and all.”

nanami pulls your chin towards him, “and i’ll make sure to take care of you each time.”

✶ TOJI

“t-toji—” your words are soft with toji’s palm upon your mouth, stuck in a predicament such as this — in your backyard pool that your rich dad can definitely afford alongside his best friend who’s in the same department as him. except he was actually taking care of you, bringing you to places to shop and eat, letting you have a shoulder to cry on. but it’s long before the two of you know that it’s something more ever since you’ve graduated university and were looking for a job.

you had grown into your features from when he first saw you at the start of uni at twenty-three, looking a little more shy than now as you await your first day of a life-changing education. he’s struck by your attractiveness, sure, but he’s more than confident that your father would burn and roast him on a grill for talking about his daughter in that way; a daughter he didn’t deserve, really.

it was messy, your relationship — from two complicated ex-wives to a third stepmother that you were a little tired of opening up to each time; it was clear that you already couldn’t connect that well to your parents. your father was too busy most of the time and that caused a lot of fights, and while this third wife is a little more understanding, it still hurts to see the man you marry lose himself in his work and you’re sure this woman would be on her merry way very soon.

toji came in around when your father had remarried the first time, introducing the two of you over a cup of coffee while you had to meet the second wife as well. awkward as it was, toji’s upfront and blunt disposition helped lighten the mood a bit, sometimes leaning in to whisper at how she probably has a stick up her ass and maybe she only married him for the money.

and toji tried to stick to his job, but the thought of you simply couldn’t leave his mind, visiting your home with every chance he could get. drinking nights, streaming soccer matches, barbeque parties, he was there, sometimes catching and sometimes missing you when you had stayed over at the dorms, but nevertheless, he made the effort.

you both got too tangled up, though, because after all that you find yourself palming your dad’s best friend who’s probably ten years older than you as he tries to sun tan, but all he can think about is your hand on his swimming trunks. you two aren’t even sure what led to this; from talking about the possible jobs you could get into with your degree to your father and his third wife, you had probably let it slip that you always found him hot — or, he would’ve muttered under his breath about how he can take care of you a hundred times better than your father could.

not that you needed anyone, already a full grown adult but his heart can’t help but jump at the prospect of coming home to you and giving you the love you deserved from a proper man.

you both panic when you think you hear the front door opening, jumping into the pool to cool your nerves but toji dives in, too, and now you’re frozen in place, ass propped up against his hard dick while you nonchalantly lie on the pool edge. the older man only scratches his neck and looks disinterested when your father asks why the hell the both of you are taking a random swim on a sunday afternoon.

“summer heat, daddy! it’s a little hot these days,” you lather on the act way too much but your dad doesn’t seem to know what’s going on. you do feel toji’s grasp tighten on your waist though, you wonder if it’s because of the word daddy.

“you’re not wrong,” he fans his shirt which is already stuck to his body; of course he’s in a suit on a sunday and it only means one thing, he’s going to the office to finish some extra work, “well, i’m—”

“—going to the office, yeah i know,” you mumble, sighing and your father at least looks a little guilty, “have a good day, daddy.”

“she’s right, y’know,” toji calls from behind you, hands slipping past your swimming suit and right to your cunt under the water, but what your father didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, “spend more time with us next time.”

the other only nods, offering a simple salute before he stalks off but neither of you move until you hear for sure that his car is out of the driveway before you continue grinding against him and let out a soft sigh.

“you know he only means well by working hard, doll,” toji frowns, using the water to get closer to you and he’s instantly drunk from your size difference, “he likes his work — in a world where most people don’t like what they do, it’s sort of a blessing, already.”

you mumble, turning around and keeping yourself afloat, unsure where to put your hands until toji personally takes them and places them on his toned, wet chest. you gasp inwardly at the muscle there and you’re truly realising now that you’re standing (or floating) before your father’s best friend.

“i know i just—”

“need your daddy?” he teases, ducking down to draw out eye contact when you avoid his striking green eyes. you nod, “but he’s already here.”

you roll your eyes with a smile, pushing at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge one bit, humming when you try to get closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. he lets you, also easily catching your legs that wrap around his waist. the water allows that, pinning you against the wall of the pool while he undresses you with his eyes alone. toji doesn’t even need to try and you’re already putty in his hands just like four years ago.

“take care of me, toji, please,” the last bits of your plea comes out as a whisper, desperation and lust mingling together. you tenderly play with the hair at the back of his head that’s growing long and he lets you. he lets you because he’s been waiting all this time, “i want you to fuck me until i forget about all this.”

toji closes his eyes at your request, “be careful what you wish for, baby,” and he’s right because he’s got you crying out for his help as you try to fit him in you while he just coos. need my help? and you’re nodding, sensitive from the many times he’s made you cum in order to prep you for his cock. it’s huge, the first time he fishes it out of his trunks and you think that you might wanna wait for next time until he’s stroking himself and groaning in that deep voice of his.

“relax for me, sweetheart,” he mumbles, fingers rubbing lightly at your clit to get you to relax, but his hulking figure from above you is intimidating to the maximum as he inches into you on your living room couch. it’s the most risky the two of you have been, and it’s rewarded well when the high ceilings of your place echoes your joint moans.

“t-toji—” you whimper, knuckles probably white from how tense you were grabbing on his forearms. the stretch from his tip is already painful that you can only hope you’ll be able to take all of him — toji is slow  — he tells you to breathe, he massages your thighs as if it’ll do anything, but your cunt is still tight after all and the way he spreads you open just sends chills right down to his dick.

“you got it, doll, just a bit more—” he coaxes you and he wants to do away with the rubber altogether, but he’d wait for you. he’s rubbing the legs that were propped on his shoulders, eyes boring into yours. “take that cock like a good girl.” 

once he bottoms out, though, your jaw falls slack at the deepness, pussy stretched to accommodate him while the cover cushions get wetter than the minute from your chlorine-filled bodies. none of you care when the house starts smelling like it, too concentrated on how toji spits once and pulls out halfway — you whine endlessly — and pumps his cock and the second time, it’s rubbed into your clit.

“how does that feel?” he grunts, meeting your eyes and then down to your connected bodies where it still hurts a little.

“stings . .” you mumble, but on top of that, you’re noticing how your body twitches at every single thing toji does. it’s never been like that with other partners, it could have just been forever since you’ve actually received dick and it also could be your developing feelings for the older man, but you’re not one to jump to conclusions right away.

“it’ll go away soon,” he kisses each ankle softly, and onny when he gets the green light from you, he’s rocking into you, body hovering over you with the same hulking figure you remember years ago. the same scar upon the left of his lips, the jet black hair, the confident smirk — it only makes your heart (and pussy) clench up.

“oh?” he grins, “i felt that.”

your mouth twists in displeasure that you can be read like an open book so blatantly in the eyes of your father’s best friend, but you forget about it soon enough when he pushes his body deeper into you, and in turn, your legs are right up to your chest.

“t-toji . .” you’re also wishing the condom wouldn’t be in the equation, but it was the first time both of you had any courage. your nails dig into the skin of his forearm, grasping and scrambling for him to get closer. “it’s t-too— big.” you’re crying slightly, eyes glossy from the mix of pleasure and pain that envelopes you.

toji, while still worried about you, can’t help but let his ego shoot up at that, but he’s already wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“you can take it, yeah?” he encourages, hot breath just fanning over your lips, “can’t you take daddy’s cock?” 

you hum, doe eyed and mouth parted and toji wants to keep this memory locked away forever. the familiar surroundings of all the nights spent here, and now he’s fucking you just like he wants to.

“y-yeah— yes, daddy,” you pull at his nape, indulging you in a deep kiss that’s got you moaning into his mouth. you’re relaxing more, now, allowing him to move — but toji’s thrusts are anything but gentle when he starts and you need to break from the kiss to whine loudly.

“tojiii—!” he simply hums, guiding your legs around his waist while the house starts to echo with noises of skin slapping. a hand slips between your legs to rub at your clit and your back arches off the sofa, giving easy access to your tits on display.

bikini pulled down, toji latches his mouth onto nipple while he slams into you, intoxicated on your hypnotising pussy. his grip is so strong that you don’t even notice your sensitive body, hand smoothly sliding under your pretty arched back, pulling you up. 

“w-wha . .”

“can’t i look at my pretty slut while i fuck her senseless?” he says it so casually, like you’re some hooker he paid to have fun with, but you’re not even coherent enough to form sentences, let alone think about what the two of you are. “it’s only natural when she looks so fucked out, don’t ya think?” 

his thrusts slow down, much to your dismay, but now he’s grinding his pelvis into your pliant pussy while he puts your legs back onto his shoulder. toji hits all your sweet spots, naturally, and he continues his ministrations on your clit roughly, driving you to the brink of your threshold and bringing you back in.

“look at how i fit in you,” there’s a certain awe in his voice when he looks down and you follow his cock that moves in and out, in and out, gathering your slickness all along his shaft that it drips down to your ass and stains the sofa covers — at least it was white. “can’t believe you’ve kept this pussy from me for so long.”

you whimper, hips moving on its own accord to meet his devastatingly slow thrusts as you speak, “it was always there, just— i didn’t think you’d have any interest in me—”

and toji only groans at that discovery (“you were my best friend’s daughter, of course i wasn’t gonna make a move until i knew you were okay with it.”), pelvis picking up the pace to show you just how much and often he’s been thinking of you throughout these four years. the soft, tame pants that leave your mouth are no more as he snaps his hips into you roughly. his stamina is like no other and you try your best to catch up but at this point you’re just being manhandled.

chants of daddy, daddy, daddy are all that’s left on your lips, head thrown back even when he picks you up like you weigh nothing and readjusts the both of you along the long side of the sofa. he at leasts can relish in the cushion of the couch while he watches you squirm from his fat cock, hands grabbing at air for his presence. 

“w’nna . . i wanna cum, toji . .” you mumble when he’s close to you again, memorising how his black hair feels against your face while he litters kisses along your neck and jaw, of how the dip of his skin feels under your thumb as you brush against the left side of his mouth, because you’re not sure you’ll get another opportunity like this. “feels s’good—”

“yeah?” he mumbles, full on pounding into you while holding your legs open for him. he’s close to climax too, dick twitching and pulsing in you and you swear you can feel every ridge and vein of his length. “’m close too, doll.”

the obscene squelching noises of your wet pussy reverberates throughout the living room, and together with his needy groans and your high-pitched whines, you’re driven over the edge with a sharp cry from your lips. his hand is the culprit, haphazardly rubbing messy circles into your puffy clit and continuing even past your orgasm. toji’s jaw drops when he watches your body convulse under him from the overstimulation, back arching so far up and your legs that shake uncontrollably.

“attagirl, that’s it,” he chuckles at your sensitivity but his chest beams with pride knowing he’s seen you like this, holding your legs down easily while his hips never stop, but he’s close from the way his stomach tightens and your pussy seems tighter than usual. “hang in there—”

toji swears lowly under his breath, but before he can even bark out a warning to you, he’s cumming into the condom, body hunched all over your own as his hips still. the gruff groans only turn you right back on, faintly feeling the sensation of toji filling up the rubber and you wish it was all in your pussy.

“f-fuuuck . . fucking god—!” toji’s chest heaves from the intense orgasm, one that he’s never felt so vividly before until you. with one last kiss to your waiting lips, he mutters praise to you, loving how he can feel your cheeks warm. it’s then that your bodies have no more space in between, cock still buried in you while he only holds you from above, body weight just a little heavy for you.

“i’ll need to feel those thighs trembling around my ears next time,” toji jokes, relieving you of his heavier mass and laughs out loud at your confused look.

“that’s such a weird way to ask me to sit on your face . .” you giggle, letting him flip the two of you over before your words are cut off again by an intrusive whimper. your clit’s still sensitive, and the slightest brush against his pelvis can sends shudders down your spine all over again. toji loves it.

“will you grant me the pleasure of experiencing it now?” and before he can even mumble another smart comment, you’re settling right on his face and he looks almost ready to die under your pussy. all he mumbles is how pretty your pussy looks from this angle, before making you regret ever teasing him, mouth working wonders until you’re exhausted and toji’s had his fill.

#satoruhour's mutuals #illogicallyx #asks #i forgot the plot in tojis for a moment and i kinda lost the juice for it... #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x you #jjk geto x reader #jjk gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru smut #geto smut #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru geto x reader #toji x reader #toji smut #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #kento nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen getou

[hematomes]

I could definitely see momoe being intersex! It definitely happens to where ppl dont even know about it or realize it! I like this headcanon for her, a little light in the darkness. ☺️

My thoughts on the show though...oh man. They are very negative so I'm sorry. 😫 You don't have to read it all if you don't want to. Warnings ahead for mentions of child abuse and suicide:

In a nutshell it's some kind of preachy anti-suicide propaganda piece, and it goes about its message in such a weirdly perverse and victim-blamey way. It's also sexually charged in a rly low-key way where it's romanticizing the way these children are crushing on and/or being abused by adult men. Ah I can't articulate it properly but it comes off as so sinister in its intention and it's easy to miss, *especially* for the target audience of, well, 14-year-old girls.

The end was so nonsensical that I can barely even remember what happened, but by that time I was already so upset about Frill and realizing what the show's message truly was that I don't think I was even registering what little plot that show had to give.

Also, as a trans boy myself, I have mixed feelings about Kaoru, but I don't think I'll ever watch the show a second time to let those thoughts fully form.

i just finished the last episode (without the extras) and im gonna be real with u i didn't understand it at all 💀

i see your point and i agree, especially with the last wonder egg & the whole thing with ai's/koito's teacher. i got the ick really quickly but the 1st real nail was the fact that he painted an "adult" version of ai and called it beautiful/gorgeous etc (and said she'd look like her mother, WITH WHOM HE IS IN A RELATIONSHIP......) and i thought it would be addressed later on, but they just. dropped that and then made it worse by saying that in a parallel universe she confessed to him and that he was her first love. without it being weird somehow idk. not to mention how breezily they hypothetized that he could've abused koito hello..... however ill give them the benefit of the doubt for that since it was a discussion between 4 teen girls and one of them did step up. even tho she just stepped up to defend her uncle. oh well.

i think i see their point in the way that teenagers sometimes get attached to their teachers, but it's the teachers' responsibility to draw a FIRM boundary and that guy clearly didn't with neither ai nor koito. im also quite unsatisfied about how his relationship with koito remained vague till the end of the main show (can't say abt the extras)

overall i still enjoyed watching it and got attached to the girls, but it really went sideways with the episodes 10-12. not really sure how i feel about the frill situation which frustrates me to NO END bc i literally started watching it for her </3 anyway

kaoru is... an extremely unimportant character, barely one episode etc and his trauma (and the trauma of all the wonder eggs tbh) was basically overlooked, which is also why im desperately clinging to the queer momoe hc. also disappointed bc he really deserved. so much more.

ANYWAY i was 0% ready for the last 3 episodes, and idk if ill watch the extras bc that was really weird and rushed. i feel like they should've explored some stuff way more, specifically around frill and how she's linked to what's happening. plus her motives etc, bc at the end of the day it's up to interpretation but like so vague i can't even really think of smth that would fully make sense

so, yea. imo amazing start but some very important things were left out (which sucks bc as u said the target audience is teenagers) and glazed over when it could've been an opportunity to point out how fucking WEIRD and dangerous some teachers are and the end was kinda fucked.

in conclusion. hoshiai no sora is better

#— answered #— nonnie #wonder egg priority spoilers #suicide mention #child abuse #long post

[txicgf]

okay..... it is 5:30 am and idk how long I'm gonna write cuz i only seem to be able to articulate myself properly when i don't feel very good and i in fact feel great right now lol so ....

but. im sitting in the Boy™'s bed and he's asleep right next to me and im not giddy per se?? but it could almost be excitement if i let myself feel that rn but i wanna try to settle down and sleep agshdgdhd ..... i just. hoo boy i like him a lot. a lot a lot a lot.

it's really crazy to think about before and how different it is, yet some things are still the same sgdbdb.... not very much but the gut feeling i have about him always remained the same. that he's good lol idk it's not really a words thing it's just. the tug. amber calls it the zing like from hotel Transylvania and i think that's also a good word for it. that tug towards him rests squarely at the bottom of my stomach where the hot ball of lead usually resides.............. but right now that ball of shitty feelings is quiet, if not gone completely sometimes gahsgdhd .... it's not just because of him and i don't want to credit my personal growth/progress to my relationship towards him but he does help. he makes me happy. really happy. it's just easy i guess? it feels like even in the weirdest of spots we're the same. we're so similar,,,, down to shit we do unintentionally at the same time without even realizing the other is doing it. but even then, there's these little bits of difference that i think help even us out. he's stupid and funny and we have almost the same sense of humor and learning anything about him makes me smile and he makes me wanna get better so i can stick around for the plans we make and he's got a fascinating brain and i love when he stream of consciousness talks to me even if it feels incomprehensible at first, but i still end up getting it usually. he's great with words and i like it when he teaches me things and i like it when we play video gayme together and i like just ..... being around him. being in the same room as him i feel like makes me light up like a Christmas tree, and even when he's asleep next to me and it's almost 6 am and i SHOULD be sleeping, i don't want to (even if im trying anyways cuz i have to start doinf that lol) bc im just so calm and happy. maybe im being too much, and i probably am- but these feelings have been creeping in the back of my mind for months and i think maybe pushing it down for a long time just made em. grow. idk. he's my best friend and i just. he's my person. not in the exclusive way or the he's a possession of mine way, i know that wording makes him a little uncomfortable, but idk it's how i describe it!!!!!!!!!!! he's the person i wanna spend my time with, he's the person i want to tell everything first, and he's the person i trust the most. i don't have to be his person, but he's mine in that sense. just the one i feel most comfortable and happy with y'know?

god reading this all reminds me of the shitty cringy fluttery bullshit i used to write about in middleschool before i got all jaded and shit (haha, pun). i have a better head on me now and some pointers as to what to do and what not to do, but it's,,,,,, it's really really nice to feel the tug again and it's really really nice to think so fondly of someone so freely. it's nice to be giddy and hopeful and to choose to trust and actually listen to it. maybe it means more to me and im a little too attached, but it makes me wanna happy cry thinking about all the times he proves my anxious bullshit wrong and it's scary to feel loved,,,, but i think i do? it's really, really fucking nice to be happy for a change and not on my own. it feels nice to feel like i can rely on someone if i really need it. oh god i totally did tear up UGH i just. i really appreciate him and all he does for me. it's scary and it's weird and i am so fucking terrified of fucking it up but im learning. and im happy it's him out of all people that ended up taking that spot in my heart. i really wanna sleep now and i think i got the excess emotion out lol to sleep............ just god DAMN im saying the best combo of activities while hanging out are zombie video games with an intermission to get railed on the floor<3 and then snacks and ADVENTURE TIME. fuck. that shit has me ready to drop down on one knee i swear to fucking god. im living the god damn life rn.

i think it's really funny that this entire post is kind of caused by specifically zombie video games and ;) ;) ;) midway through. what the fuck was that. that was so fun

okokok bye for real now

#h3t #vent #good mood #stupid<3

[myrmica]

3l/ll scar understands people in the sense that he knows how to talk himself out of any given situation, and how to sell them things, but he doesn‘t Understand People. his alliance with grian in 3l wasn’t just a debt, but did he know that? ll scar acts like as long as he can make the right deal he’ll have that same kind of loyalty back in an instant, but that isn’t how relationships work. he thinks the contract will be enough because it was enough last time, but it wasn’t. and i don’t think he understands himself either, everything 3l/ll scar does is transactional... he almost doesn't let himself function beyond that level

#idk if this makes sense i feel like i could articulate it better but im tired #me ford and jules were talking about this while rewatching ll and. man #m #3rd life #ll grian n scar have this thing going on where they very obviously dont want to hurt eachother and skirt around it awkwardly as a result #grian SAYS he wants to hurt scar but he has every chance in the world and avoids doing any real damage. #so on. so forth. they know eachother better than anyone else but do they really #im not going to seriously analyze scar's relationship counselor bit but i could

[legofemme]

I think that P/ppy playtime is going to fail exactly the same way b atim did and let me explain why

Its one detail. One. And its THIS

THIS. THIS THIS THIS. A DOLL IN THE IMPLIED TIME PERIOD WITH BASIC ARTICULATED LIMBS, A VOICE BOX, ACTUAL AI, AND A SCENT. WOULD NOT. COST. THIS LITTLE.

THIS. THIS IS THE PRICE THAT THAT WOULD GO FOR. AND IT TAKES 5 SECONDS TO LOOK UP AND COMPARE PRICES

I know what youre saying ok i HEAr it. 'Ooohh vani its just a small difference ooohhhhh its not that big of a deal youre just being a downer bxuz you hate indie horror'

BUT IT IS A BIG DEAL!!! IT IS!!! ARE YOU TELLING ME THE WRITERS COULDNT DO 5 SECONDS OF RESEARCH TO BETTER FIT THE TIMEFRAME? THATS A RED FLAG!! THAT IS A RED FLAG!!!!

It could be argued that the factories ability to produce toys at an insane rate has lowered the price, but undercutting your own product- one that has no competition for what it can do- makes no sense. Its lazy and i feel like im the only one who has noticed this

Idk man im not saying that the game as is is bad. Its fine. I think it relies way too much on the hand gimmick but thats just an opinion. But alarm bells keep going off in my brain. How quickly it was picked up by youtubers. The insane amount of theories. The fact that its releasing in chapters. It feels like its going to fall into the same trap bendy did; where the creator became more invested in feeding every theory at once rather than making a cohesive story and game.

Heres hoping it ends up otherwise

#vani verbals #i could go on about how the style of the doll also contradicts the time period #and i think it does. but thats more doll fanatic knowledge than anything else #i do think that tgats also a red flag btw. dont get me wrong #jts like they knew that the creepy doll aesthetic was overplayed so they went with something more modern in her design #(think rainbow high or LOL dolls) #but they were so set on the vhs and static tropes that they didnt bother to think about how that would conflict w everything else #its annoying to me lol #i really do wish the best for the team on the game btw! again im just annoyed w this detail #and ofc what missing it implies about how the games story is being managed #dont rb but feel free to discuss in my inbox or replies #asking not to rb bcuz some people are already acting like criticising thr game is a sin . for some reason

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Last suggestion! (I've only saw the dub & not read the manga so pls forgive if I'm wrong with this and they all know) Random headcanon that somehow Kai is the last to know about Tyson's mom passing. Idk but I feel like Kai makes a tasteless comment and the team are like dude we know this? And he's just generally ??? what? He misunderstands and thinks it's recent and speaks to Tyson but he tells him it's been years and years and he's at peace with it. Bonus if awkward hug/attempt at one from Kai 😂 (I also headcanon he's never had a hug so has no idea how to)

AWWW this sounds so cute im doin it. Oh alcohol mentions! It wrote itself but its v cute im proud of this one for sure!!!

Just teenagers being teenagers.

A night in the dojo without adult supervision and nothing to do meant stealing alcohol from the liquor cabinet and singing karaoke.

Ray and Max’s harmonies shattered eardrums.

Tyson laughed, “how can they be high and low pitched at the same time?”

Acting silly and opening up was what tonight was all about.

Even Kai got talkative after a few drinks, you could even say he was acting—

“Irresponsible! Kai get down from there!” Tyson held his sides laughing so hard he thought his lungs would collapse.

Kai hung off the edge of the couch, lounging like a rich prince.

Max hopped up beside him, “what are you doing buddy?”

“I’m a cat.”

The room fell into an uproar of laughs and giggles. Kai fell to the cushions laughing as well.

Tyson took every opportunity to jab questions into Kai.

“Favourite animal?”

“Cats.”

“Favourite food?”

“That ramen you made for us that one time.”

“Favourite dance?”

“Never done it, but I’m a fan of swing.”

“Favourite childhood toy?”

Now he got hung up on that one.

They both laid on the floor, everyone slowly joined. Music from karaoke turned on low escaped the TV surrounding the room in a comforting atmosphere.

“I never really had one.”

“Everyone had one!”

“My parents gave me a stuffed tiger.” Ray grinned while holding a pillow close to his chest, “I lost it though. Man, I loved that thing.”

Max started to talk, then stopped giggling, “I had a piece of silk.”

They laughed, Tyson was the first to respond, “a piece of silk?”

“I called it silky. I was from one of my mom’s old skirts. I would sleep with it every night when she was gone.” He chuckled, “I actually still have it.”

“Where is it?” Ray asked.

“At my dads. I keep it on my nightstand.”

Hilary was sleeping on the couch with her head on Kenny’s lap, Kenny joined the conversation with a hushed voice. “Was it hard? Having a mom that was only half there all the time?”

“Yeah. I always told myself… At least I have a mom. There’s lots of people who aren’t as lucky as me.”

“Yeah…” Kenny trailed off, knowing he had two parents that loved him, and he probably wasn’t welcome in the conversation about to ensue.

“Your Dad’s nice though.” Ray pointed out.

“I love my Dad. My Mom can be a handful…”

“Other way around for me.” Tyson had his arms folded behind his head, “at least you don’t have any crazy siblings.”

“Dude, fuck Hiro.” Kai hiccuped.

“Guess we learned Kai has a low alcohol tolerance.” Max threw a pillow at Kai to catch him off guard.

He caught it in midair.

“Ooohhhh!!” Tyson cooed in awe.

Kai grumbled,” I’m fine. I just hate that guy.”

“Well I never knew my parents thanks for asking.” Ray changed the subject delicately, Kai had a habit of getting aggressive when he talked about Hiro, he didn’t want the conversation to turn sour.

“Why not?” Tyson asked with a drunken lack of compassion.

Ray shrugged, “ it takes a village to raise a child, I guess that’s what happened.”

“Makes sense.” Tyson sat up lazily, “wanna know what my favourite toy was?”

“Hell yeah!” Max somehow had another pillow and was throwing it in the air and catching it over and over again.

“Other than Dragoon, it was this old kendo sword my mom gave me. It was an heirloom. I still have it, but I played with it so much I wore it out, I’m afraid to use it again.”

Surprisingly, it was Kai who responded.

“Wow, your Mom must have put a lot of trust in her kid to give them something like that. She must have loved you a lot.”

The room grew quiet and cold.

Kai turned to look at Tyson, who was just staring back with a blank expression.

“I’m going to go get some water.” Tyson sat up making his way to the kitchen.

As soon as they heard the door slide shut, Max shoved a fist into Kai’s chest.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?!”

“Idiot! Tyson’s Mom died when he was just born! He never even met her! He never talks about it because it's a bit of a touchy subject!”

Max frowned and glared at Kai.

“Sorry.” Kai started, “I never really clued in. I thought she died when he was older.”

Ray slapped a hand to his forehead, “dude, we know this.”

Kai sighed, “I’ll go apologize.”

“Yeah you better!” Max threw the pillow at him, this time Kai let it hit him, accepting his punishment weakly.

“Tyson?”

The kitchen was dimly lit, Tyson was making something at the counter.

“You want some tea Kai?”

“What kind?”

“Just green tea. Nothing special.”

Kai watched him pour the water, unsure how to start, he could still feel the effects of alcohol bouncing around his brain. He waited a moment, hoping to articulate his thoughts appropriately.

“I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay, Kai. It’s been a long time, almost two decades, I mean—you’d think I’d be over it?”

Kai saw his eyes, slightly damp with tears.

“This is a tough subject for you. I’m sorry.”

Tyson rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, letting out a sniffle.

“I’ve always been okay with it. I guess… I’ve never known anything different. I do wish my father and brother were more present though.”

Tyson stared out the window into the darkness of night. He couldn’t see anything, but he still looked, for a long while.

Kai licked his lips before continuing, “I never knew my parents well either. They abandoned me, I have some memories of them, but not much.”

Tyson gave him his attention, and tried to change the subject, “so you would have had a favourite toy then?”

Kai suppressed a laugh, knowing what he was trying to do,” like I said, my memories of that time are fuzzy. I actually remember more of the abbey—surprisingly enough.”

“Oh.” Now Tyson was worried he had overstepped.

“Do you remember what your Mom looked like?” Kai wasn’t sure why he was pressing the subject, he normally wouldn’t.

Tyson blinked a few times, surprised by Kai’s sudden curiosity. “Um, apparently I have her hair, and her eyes. Her face was soft too, so I guess I got all my Mom’s features.”

Tyson rubbed the back of his head grinning.

Kai agreed, “thank god.”

Tyson let out a fast laugh, “ha! Did you just call my Dad ugly?”

Kai squinted his eyes, “I guess I did?”

They fell into probably the hundredth laugh attack of that night, Tyson placed his hand on Kai’s shoulder stabilizing himself.

Their laughs drifted away, Kai glanced at Tyson’s hand, then at his best friend.

“I’m sorry you never knew your mother.”

Tyson was caught off guard at Kai’s soft voice.

“I’m sorry you never really knew yours…” Tyson returned the sympathy.

Kai grinned, and bit his lip, “I’m sorry your Dad’s so ugly.”

“Ha!”

The uncontrollable giggles had Tyson holding his side, and Kai hunched over. They were so close to each other now. Tyson’s hand had drifted to Kai’s neck, he could feel his warm skin and heartbeat. Kai had gone completely against his character, and was holding Tyson’s stomach trying to prevent him from keeling over.

Then Tyson fell forward, letting his chin prop on Kai’s shoulder.

Kai was halfway to hugging him.

When he realized this, he stopped giggling, and Tyson’s irregular breathing was the only remnant of laughter left in the room.

Kai’s voice barely reached Tyson’s ear, “I’ve never hugged anyone before.”

“First.” Tyson wrapped his arms around Kai’s shoulders.

Kai held his arms out loosely, “what are you, a youtube comment?”

Short laughs, Kai felt Tyson’s chest rumble with each chuckle, he let his hands fall into Tyson’s body.

He had his arms wrapped around Tyson’ abdomen, then curled them along his back, completely unsure if what he was doing was right.

Tyson’s voice reverberated through Kai’s ears, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“What does it sound like?”

“Fast.”

They didn’t say anything.

Kai felt Tyson’s long hair against his cheek, he had never felt such soft hair, let alone so close… He breathed in.

“You smell like cedarwood and cherry blossom.”

“It’s my shampoo.”

Neither one of them had the confidence to break apart, or maybe... they didn’t want to.

Kai found his hand gliding up Tyson's spine, he felt Tyson shiver slightly at the touch. He gently played with the ends of Tyson’s blue hair, feeling it twirl through his fingers like silk.

“Are you… are you playing with my hair?” Tyson’s voice rang in disbelief.

Kai’s eyes grew wide when he noticed what he was doing. He pushed himself away, keeping one hand on Tyson’s side, he didn’t want to let go completely, out of fear he could never go back.

Tyson was in a mirror position with one hand on his shoulder.

“I won’t tell anyone.” Tyson smirked.

“You better not.”

“You can play with my hair whenever you want.”

“Can I!?” Kai took a step back after he realized how excited his voice was.

“Learn how to tie a braid and then we can talk.” Tyson pushed the envelope with his teasing.

“I’ll google it right now.”

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