#if THAT can get into this house. jesus fuck

[creatingblackcharacters]

"Let's Have a Talk, First"- Stereotypes, pt 1

Come sit down. You and I, before we get into any of the things I'm sure you're impatient to know: we need to have a come to Jesus talk, first.

There are some things that I've been asked and seen that strengthens my belief that we need to have a reframing of the conversation on stereotypes in media away from something as simple as "how do I find the checklist of stereotypes to avoid". Because race- and therefore racial stereotypes- is a complex construct! Stands to reason then, that seeing, understanding, and avoiding it won't be that simple! I'm going to give you a couple pointers to (hopefully) help you rethink your approach to this topic, and therefore how to apply it when you're writing Black characters- and even when thinking about Black people!

Point #1: DEVELOP THE CHARACTER!! WRITE!!

Excuse my crude language, but let me be blunt: Black people- and therefore Black characters- will get angry at things, and occasionally make bad choices in the heat of the moment. Some of us like to fuck real nasty, some might be dominant in the bedroom, they may even be incredibly experienced! Others of us succumb to circumstance and make poor decisions that lead to crime.

None of those things inherently makes any of us angry Black women and threatening Black men, Jezebels and BBC Mandingos, and gangsters and thugs!

Black people are PEOPLE! Write us as such!

If all Black characters ever did was go outside, say "hi neighbor!" and walk back in the house, we'd be as boring as racist fans often accuse.

I say this because I feel I've seen advice that I feel makes people think writing a Black character that… Emotes negatively, or gets hurt by life and circumstance, or really enjoys hard sex, or really any scenario where they might "look bad" is the issue. I can tell many people think "well if I write that, then it's a stereotype" and to avoid the difficulty, they'll probably end up writing a flat Black character or not writing them at all. Or- and I've seen this too- they'll overcompensate in the other direction, which reveals that they 'wrote a different sort of Black person!' and it comes off just as awkwardly because it means you think that the Black people that do these things are 'bad'. And I hate that, because we're capable of depth, nuance, good, evil, adventure, world domination, all of it!

My point is, if you write your character like the human being they are, while taking care to recognize that you as the writer are not buying into stereotypes with your OWN messaging, you're fine. We have emotions, we have motivations and goals, we make decisions, and we make mistakes, just like anybody else. Write that! Develop your character!

POINT #2: YOU CAN'T CONTROL THE READERS!!

Okay. You can write the GREATEST Black character ever, full of depth, love, nuance, emotional range, all those things…. And people are still going to be racist about them. Sorry. There is absolutely nothing you can do to control a reader coming from that place of bias you sought to avoid. If it's not there, TRUST AND BELIEVE, it'll be projected onto them.

That passionate young Black woman who told the MC to get her head out of her ass? Yeah she's an angry Black bitch now, and bully to the sweet white MC. Maybe a lesbian mommy figure if they like her enough to "redeem" her. That Black gay male lead that treats his partner like he worships the ground he walks on? Yeah he's an abusive thug that needs to die now because he disagreed One Time with his white partner. That Black trans woman who happened to be competing against the white MC, in a story where the white MC makes comparable choices? Ohhhh they're gonna be VILE about that poor woman.

It really hurts- most especially as a Black fan and writer- knowing that you have something amazing to offer (as a person and creative) and people are gonna spit on that and call it "preference". That they can project themselves onto white characters no matter what, but if you project your experiences onto black characters, it's "pandering", "self insert", "woke", "annoying", "boring", and other foul things we've all gotten comments of.

But expect that it's gonna happen when you write a Black character, again, especially if you're a Black writer. If you're not Black, it won't hurt as personally, but it will probably come as a shock when you put so much effort in to create a lovely character and people are just ass about them. Unfortunately, that is the climate of fandom we currently exist in.

My favorite example is of Louis De Pointe Du Lac from AMC's Interview With The Vampire. Louis is actually one of the best depictions of the existential horror that is being Black in a racist White world I have ever seen written by mostly nonblack people. It was timeless; I related to every single source of racist pain he experienced.

People were HORRIFIC about Louis.

It didn't matter that he was well written and what he symbolized; many white viewers did NOT LIKE this man. There's a level of empathy and understanding that Black characters in particular don't receive in comparison to white counterparts, and that's due to many of those stereotypes and systemic biases I'm going to talk about.

My point is, recognize that while yes, you as the author have a duty to write a character thoughtfully as you can, it's not going to stop the response of the ignorant. Writing seeking to get everyone to understand what you were trying to do… Sisyphean effort. It's better to focus on knowing that YOU wrote something good, that YOU did not write the stereotype that those people are determined to see.

POINT #3: WHY is something a stereotype?

While there are lists of stereotypes against Black people in media and life that can be found, I would appreciate if people stopped approaching it as just a list of things you can check off to avoid. You can know what the stereotypes are, sure, but if you don't understand WHY they're a problem and how they play into perception of us, you'll either end up writing a flat character trying to avoid that list, or you're going to write other things related to that stereotype because "oh its not item #1"... and it'll still be racist.

For example: if you wrote a "sassy Black woman" that does a z formation neck rotation just because a store manager asked her something… that's probably stereotype. If you thought of a character that needed to be "loudmouthed", "sassy", and "strong" and a dark-skinned black woman was automatically what fit the profile in your mind, ding ding ding! THAT'S where you need to catch your racist biases.

But a dark-skinned Black woman character cursing out a store manager because she's had a really bad, stressful day and their attitude towards her pushed her over the edge may be in the wrong, but she's not an "angry Black woman". She's a Black woman that's angry! And if you wrote the day she had to be as bad as would drive anyone to overstimulation and anxiety, the blow up will make sense! The development and writing behind her led to this logical point (which connects to point #1!)

I'm not going to provide a truly exhaustive list of Black stereotypes in media because that would ACTUALLY be worth a college credited class and I do this for free lmao. But I am going to provide some classic examples that can get y'all started on your own research.

POINT #4: WATCH BLACK NARRATIVES!

As always, I'm gonna push supporting Black creators, because that's the best way to see the range of what you'd like. You want to see Black villains? We got those! Black heroes? Black antiheroes? Assholes, lovers, comedians, depressed, criminals, kings, and more? They exist! You can get inspired by watching those movies and reading those books, see how WE depict us!

I've seen mixed reviews on it, BUT- I personally really enjoyed Swarm, because it was one of the first times I'd ever seen that "unhinged obsessed murderous Black fan girl" concept. Tumblr usually loves that shit lmao. Even the "bites you bites you bites you [thing I love]" thing was there. And she liked girls, too. Just saying. I thought it was a fun idea that I'd love to see more of. Y'all gotta give us a chance to be in these roles, to tell these tales. We can do it too, and you'd enjoy it if you tried to understand it!

POINT#5: You are NOT Black!

This is obvious lmao, but if you're not Black, there's no need to pretend. There's no need to think "oh well I have to get a 100% perfect depiction of the Black person's mind". That's… That's gonna look cringe, at its best. You don't have to do that in order to avoid stereotypes. You're not going to be able to catch every nuance because it's not your lived experience, nor is it the societally enforced culture. Just… Do what you can, and if you feel like it's coming off hokey… Maybe consider if you want to continue this way lol. If you know of any Black beta readers or sensitivity reviewers, that'd be a good time to check in!

For example, if your Black character is talking about "what's good my homie" and there's absolutely no reason for him to be speaking that way other than to indicate that he's Black… 😬 I can't stop you but… Are you sure?

An egregious example of a TERRIBLE way to write a Black character is the "What If: Miles Morales/Thor" comic. I want to emphasize the lack of good Black character design involved in some of these PROFESSIONAL art spaces, because that MARVEL comic PASSED QA!! That comic went past NUMEROUS sets of eyes and was APPROVED!! IT GOT RELEASED!! NO ONE STOPPED IT!!

I'm sorry, it was just so racist-ly bad that it was hilarious. Like you couldn't make that shit up.

Anyway, unfortunately that's how some of y'all sound trying to write AAVE. I promise that we speak the Queen's English too lmao. If you're worried you won't get it right, just use the standard form of English. It's fine! Personally, I'd much rather you do that than try to 'decode AAVE' if you don't know how to use it.

My point is, if you're actively "forcing" yourself to "think Black"… maybe you need to stand down and reconsider your approach lmao. This is why understanding the stereotypes and social environment behind them will help you write better, because you can incorporate that Blackness- without having to verbally "emphasize how Black this is"- into their character, motivations, and actions.

Conclusion

We need to reconsider how we approach the concepts of stereotypes when writing our Black characters. The goal is not to cross off a checklist of things to avoid per se, but to understand WHY we have to develop our Black characters well enough to avoid incorporating them into our writing. Give your Black characters substance- we're human beings! We have motivations and fears and desires! We're not perfect, but we're not inherently flawed because of our race. That's what makes the difference!

And as always, and really in particular for this topic, it's the thought that counts, but the action that delivers!

#creatingblackcharacters #character design #black characters #black character design #black culture

[emoreemadden]

can u make a gojo fanfic where he like abuseive when he comes home to their apartment bc hes stressed out about a meeting and stuff so like he abiuses the reader while she tries to welcome him home but she starts crying infront of him but tries to hide it and goes back to making dinner then gojo go takes a shower and thinks abt it then feels bad and gets out of the shower and realises the reader made him his favorite meal and feels emevn more bad and goes to apologize also make version with no smut and one with smut pleaseee thankz

😃 oh…

anyways yeah here you go pookie <3

Outline: Gojo isn’t trying to hurt you. It was an accident, swear.

Content Warnings: abuse, fem!reader, gojo hits reader, domestic violence, slight degradation (reader doesn’t enjoy it 😭), gojo yells at reader, use of “baby,” and “my love,” as petnames

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, fem!reader

A/N: this is the non smut one. word count: 743. btw, i don’t condone actual violence or domestic abuse yall 😭 if any of this feels familiar to you, help is available. national domestic violence hotline: [phone].

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You jump up from your seat on the couch as soon as you hear the doorknob jiggle. “You’re home!” you exclaim as your boyfriend opens the door.

You quickly run over to him, an inviting smile on your face, but he just stands at the door with an irritated expression on his face.

“Yep.” He says, tone clipped. You pause a few feet in front of him. “Is something wrong? Do you need a hug?” You ask, carefully stepping toward him.

Satoru stares at you for a good second, his eyes narrowing. “I’m fine.” He mumbles.

“Are you sure?” you pry, about to touch his bicep when he grabs your wrist. “Jesus, could you just give me a moment of peace for once?” He snaps, his grasp on your wrist tightening.

You flinch. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” suddenly, a sharp sting spreads on your cheek. You look at Satoru, feeling your face smarting.

“Shut up, goddamnit!” He yells, roughly letting go of your hand as your eyes begin to tear up. “I swear, you’re trying to get on my nerves. What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

You blink in shock, your cheek reddening from the impact of the slap. Tears begin to fall from your eyes and you hold back a sob. The entire house falls into silence as the two of you stand there.

He watches you try to wipe the tears from your eyes, suddenly feeling the guilt swell in his chest. Why did he do that?

You sniffle, looking away from his gaze and pausing. “I’m sorry.” You whisper. “I’ll go finish making dinner.”

Satoru sighs, calming himself. He reaches to put his hand on your shoulder and calm you down, but you’re turning around and walking to the kitchen before he can apologize.

He can almost feel tears in his eyes, realizing what he’d done to you. Nevertheless, he watches you walk away in complete silence.

The whole scene replays in his head as he walks into the bedroom, hands in his hair and tugging from frustration. You were just trying to help him, and he hurt you like that. Another pang of guilt fills his body.

He’d had a bad day at work, everything was stressing him out. He hadn’t meant to hit you like that. He didn’t think.

Gojo rubs his temples as he strips his clothes and hops in the shower, hoping he could cool off and come back to talk to you later.

About thirty minutes later, Gojo dries himself off and walks into the living room. “Baby?” he calls out. You peek out from the kitchen.

“Toru?” you say softly, blinking at Gojo with a nervous expression. He gives you an apologetic smile.

“You okay?” He asks, walking toward you and stopping just a few feet in front of you. You simply nod a little.

“I made dinner.” You say, looking at the table covered with food. Gojo follows suit, looking over at the meal you made and immediately feeling even more guilt and regret then before.

“You made my favourite?” he asks, looking at you tenderly. You nod meekly again. He sighs.

“I’m sorry, baby.” he spoke quietly, as if afraid he’s scare you at a louder volume. You stayed silent as he stepped closer and placed a hand on your cheek.

Gently, he speaks. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just stressed. Work sucked, and I just didn’t think. I’m so so sorry.”

Your eyes tear up just a little bit, but you nod. “I just wanted to help you.” you tell him. He nods understandingly. “I know, baby.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls you close to his chest. “I love you so much.” he whispers against your hair, holding you close.

You don’t move for a second, but ease into it eventually. You bury yourself into his warm embrace as his arms wrap around you protectively.

“I swear, it was an accident. I’ll never do it again.” he promises. He interlaces his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Okay, I believe you. Do you want to eat now?” You ask, looking up at him with a hopeful glint in your eye.

He grins back. “Of course, my love.” He says, guiding you to the table and sitting you down on his lap.

“And if you’d like, I can have you for desert.”

#jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #romance #dark romance #tw abuse #cw abuse

[starwarsbian]

can you feel my heart?

listened to can you feel my heart by bring me the horizon the entire time

p in v, fingering, finger sucking,,leather? pet names, established relationship, emo boy anakin, modern au

tw cw: rough sex, knife play mention, gun play mention, breeding if you squint, impact play, degrading, pussy slapping dick piercing, he calls you his bitch Sorry LOL…

a/n: i would luv to write a part two LOL this is my first time like publically posting smth i wrote be nice to me i also refuse to use capitalization just read it anyway it is also not proofread! at all

anakin pulls up right outside your house in his shitty beater car, and you expect nothing less from him. he looks quite scary to other people, you think, and he is kind of an asshole but he makes up for it.

you get in the car and watch as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth swearing under his breath over how good you look—he’s obsessed. his lip piercing catching on his own teeth he says “fuck, you look good.. always look so fucking good.”

you have no real plans for the day you just needed to see him. you blush and flash him a smile. “thanks, ani. i’m happy to see you. give me a kiss?”

he doesn’t wait a moment to pull you closer to him inside the car and press your lips together. “happy to see you too, baby..what did you want to do?”

“let’s go back to your place, yeah? i have something i want to show you…”

“what? what do you have to show me?”

you shake your head. “not yet, anakin. get me alone.”

“fine, brat.”

anakin pulls out of your driveway and winds down just the few streets that separate your houses. he throws the car into park and all but rips you out of the car. he pulls you into the house by the hand before immediately pinning you against the door as soon as it closes.

“what was that, baby? about showing me something?” he slams his lips into yours again and winds his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck. he tugs and it sends your head tilting back, exposing your throat.

he starts with kisses and that quickly turns to sucking and then that turns into biting.

he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder and squeezes your left breast; pinching your nipple through your bralette.

“yeah…i do. take my shirt and skirt off, ani.”

and he does, maybe too fast for his liking. he kicks himself metaphorically for not taking more time but as his attention comes back to the present his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you wearing a lacey black bralette with matching panties and..bands of leather wrapped around your plush thighs. you purposely put them on in a way where your flesh bulges just a little between the gaps. they’re simply decorative and don’t specifically serve a purpose for you but a dirty, dirty thought goes through anakins head.

“jesus christ. jesus. fucking. christ. get to the bedroom, now,” anakin growls.

you throw yourself down onto his bed and wait for him to come press his body on top of yours but he doesn’t. instead he fucks around with his phone, making you feel ignored and pout.

“ani, i put this on for you. what are you doing?”

“fuck, baby. just wait a second. i’m going to absolutely ruin you and as much as i’d love for the neighbors to hear me fucking wreck you..i think you’d prefer if they didn’t? or do you not want me to play music?”

you’d rather him do everything he wants to you without worrying about sound. “play the music, anakin.”

he presses play and can you feel my heart starts. anakin takes his shirt off in that way that guys do where they reach behind themselves to grab the back of their shirt— yknow that way. his shoulders and arms are your obsession, honestly and the movement is delightful to watch.

he pounces on the bed and grabs you by the waist, pulling you up to meet his kiss. his very hard, messy, fast kiss. it’s seconds before his hands snake down your body, sliding his fingers under the straps on your thighs before hiking you up onto his lap. resting against his cock. anakin uses the straps to push you back and forth on top of him. the friction makes him stutter and his eyes are low with need.

“you put these on for me to grab? you thought id like to see you dressed like a slut..with special little handles for me to hold while i wreck you.”

“yes-yes ani. this is what i wanted.”

he slaps your cunt. a first for you and him but the pathetic look on your face made it clear you planned to tease him. anakin doesn’t like to be teased. he owns you and he doesn’t need to play games about it.

“i’m gonna hold them and fuck you then. pull you hard back against my cock and listen to you scream.”

his hand slides down your front pressing his fingers against your clothed clit. a moan escapes your mouth..anakin holds the left side of your face and pauses to ask, “is this okay? can this be rough? can i slap you around like a whore..”

“fuck, yes. hit me anakin. please, baby. fucking smack me. hurt me”

a huge grin spreads across his face as he pulls back his right hand and slaps you straight across the face. once..twice..three times. your eyes water and your cunt throbs…feeling your heartbeat in two places.

“you’re such a fucking slut. what kind of whore calls her boyfriend to come get her just to be smacked around and fucking used. that’s what i’m going to do. i’m going to use you.”

shivers are sent up your spine at the sound of his words. you love when he talks to you like this. anakin tears off your matching set with absolutely no regard to what you want to do with it. the song continues in the background and you let yourself moan at his eagerness and disregard.

“please, anakin. i want you to use me. that’s what i’m for.”

he slaps your cunt again and you buck your hips towards him as he grinds his thumb down a little too hard on your clit and leans down to pant in your ear.

anakin unbottons his black jeans and kicks them off while you watch, mesmerized by the outline of his hard cock in his boxers. his expression hardens even more and he smirks as you reach out, hoping he’d let you touch him.

“come here, then, darling. come touch it.”

you’ve done this with anakin before but your breathing is still shaking and your hands tremble as they pull down his boxers. he’s so hard..his tip weeping and bordering on purple..the shiny barbell through his cock still takes your breath away. you rub your thumb across the tip and hear anakin hiss.

“i just want to fuck you, don’t worry about me. lay down and spread your legs.”

you do as he says and you expect him to go in the direction of preparing you to take him but instead he kisses and bites your thighs. he sucks and takes his time working you up. your cunt is dripping right in front of him.

“you look so pretty..your cunt looks so fucking pretty, angel. god, you drive me fucking insane. i don’t know how i control myself most of the time. i think of the dirtiest things to do to you, baby and you don’t even know.”

“like what anakin? show me..let me feel it.”

anakin scoffs and laughs at you. “i don’t know, baby. i don’t want to hurt you if you don’t want to be hurt. you know i love you? right?”

“fuck, anakin. yea i know. i love you i want you to ruin me. do it now im tired of asking.”

something inside him breaks. he grabs your hips bruisingly hard and spits in your face.

“who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, slut? because i know it can’t be me. say you’re sorry. now.”

you shake your head…knowing it’s going to piss him off even more.

“no? what do you mean no? did you fucking hear me,” he growls at you before supporting the side of your face with his hand and smacking you scarily hard. he wraps his hands around your throat, only squeezing the sides. he doesn’t actually want to hurt you; not like that.

“you’re my bitch. i’m going to take you like you’re my bitch,” his voice softens “your safe word is flower. don’t hesitate to tell me if it’s too much, okay? i still want to take care of you and i swear i’m going to make you feel good.”

you blush and nod as he moves his hand up towards your face again..you flinch; fully expecting him to slap you again, but he doesn’t. he wants you to open your mouth and suck on his fingers.

anakin fucks your throat with them, rings and all. you choke on the metallic taste and stare at him with glassy eyes as you do what he expects.

“mmm..m gonna fuck you with these. roll over. darling.”

you roll onto your tummy and feel anakins hands glide up and down your thighs and ass. he teases and touches your slit..

“awe baby…she’s crying for me do you feel that? wants me so bad…,” as he spreads your lips enough to see you’re aching hole and pretty little clit. he pinches it…twisting between his fingers just a little. he stops and slaps your cunt again before splitting you open with two fingers without a warning.

you gasp and force your hips back towards the intrusion; sending anakin even further into you than he was planning. “well baby..since you insist,” he chuckles.

anakin begins to finger you at a devastating pace and angle. the feeling of you on his hand is almost as good as on his cock. he loves to feel you clench and see you whine when he purposely strokes your g-spot. he speeds up: massaging and prodding the soft spot inside you while you moan and desperately try to get him to kiss you.

he grabs the straps around your thighs and lifts you onto his lap. “grind on me, babe. feel how hard i am for you.”

“ani…i want you. i want your cock. come on stop teasing.”

“nothing is ever good enough for you huh? you’re so fucking pathetic and needy. come here.”

anakin lines himself up with your weeping hole and forces himself all the way in. he presses on your lower stomach and bites your shoulder.

“you look so beautiful. stay still for me.”

anakin holds you a few inches above his lap before he starts to thrust up into you. you drip further down his cock and he can’t help but stuff you full as soon as possible.

“i wanna fucking hurt you..i want to cut you. sweetheart…i wanna hold a knife to your pretty little throat or better yet? a gun to your head. letting you suck my cock shaking with fear ‘ani!! no! please don’t hurt me’ but really all i want is to fuck your throat while you’re so scared you’re Soaked.”

your heart races and you nod rapidly, unable to even get words out of your mouth.

anakin pushes harder into you and feels you throb around him..your clit aches for his fingertips. he tells you to turn around; his cock inside you but with your back pressed against his chest. he continues to fuck up into you and wraps his hand around your throat..hard enough to feel your pulse.

“i can feel your heart pounding. you like this? you like when your boyfriend says dirty things to you and fills you to the brim with cock? you’re so excited, huh?”

his grin can be felt against your shoulder while he reaches to your front. using his center two fingers he does small quick circles on top of your clit. “i can feel your heart here too, love.”

heat spreads across your entire body as you give in completely to whatever anakin wants from you.

this is for u bae @jjjajjaahhahahaha

#Spotify #star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #emo boy anakin #modern au #star wars smut #this was self indulgent #i’m a lesbian but hc has me by the throat

[angelofd3athandd0gs]

The Marauders As Things My Friends/Family And I Have Said Part 2:

Sirius: I wanna start a gang war James: DO IT Remus: DO IT Minnie: HERE'S ALL THE REASONS YOU'RE WRONG Sirius: Annoying over powerful James: *standing in a corner* I have a cramp. So I have to fix it Remus: It looks like you're trying to dissolve into the wall Sirius: Holding up the house? Peter: I thought they were peeing...

Remus: *on his tenth caffeine source of the day* Regulus: Your immune system has gotta be screaming for help James: It's been doing that since they were 5 Remus: It try to kill me first Reggie: TRUE Lily: *talking about Snape* He's nice. James: stops walking He's what? Remus: Why'd you go boom boom and then yay??? Barty:Repeated "no hibbity dibbity" Evan: Beetlejuice BEETLEJUICE

James: FORTHELOVEOFGODLETUSTHROUGH gangnam style to intimidate

Sirius: screams "ring" into a doorway Remus *after catching Jegulus in the commons* : What do you know about the guy your best friend was found with? James: What do you know about the guy you're running around with? Remus: TOO MUCH Barty *during a shared trial with Sirius*: For someone who's son is dead, you don't seem- Sirius: HE'S ACCUSING US

Regulus: I thought I just had a touch of the tism. But NOPE. Depression Sirius: Is there a trojan horse inside my kneecap? Is there like spartans tryna stab their way out? Remus: Wow. Almost every word of that was wrong

Snape: falls asleep James: Put a stick in it Sirius: WE'D HAVE AN IDIOT ON A STICK Remus: Y'know, that's a delicacy in france

Barty: Damn, looks like we're all down with the sickness. Evan: Oh aa-aaa-aa FUCK

Remus: Do you actually need something or are you just being stupid? Sirius: are those the only two options? Sirius: ....Yes James: WHOEVER'S SCREAMING YOUR MOM'S A HOE Remus: I DON'T FUCKING HAVE ONE, YOU TWIT James: chokes Jesus-

Sirius: I feel like I'm high James: i wish I was high Sirius: you wanna get high? James: we could get high? Sirius: we can get high James: Bet Remus: NOBODY'S SMOKING AT SCHOOL WHAT THE FUCK

Regulus: I should probably eat something Pandora: Yeah, but you won't Regulus: I- How would you know? James: How long has it been since you ate anything of substantial value? Regulus: like…… A week maybe a week and a half…. Okay point made-

#remus lupin #hp marauders #marauders era #regulus black #marauders #marauders fandom #the marauders era #dead gay wizards #the marauders #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #barty crouch jr #the slytherin skittles #pandora rosier

[newtonsheffield]

No but I need to see Anthony getting his brothers to help him carry the sofa into their house and them eventually finding out what they helped carry

Oh my god. Imagine, Anthony was too embarrassed to have it delivered so he hired a van and let the workers load it in for him. He kept it wrapped in the cardboard and plastic and asked Ben to carry it upstairs with him.

“Aha.” Benedict laughed when Anthony asked him, “I am not the manual labor brother. You would be better off asking… Kate honestly, than me.”

Anthony rolled his eyes, “This is a surprise for Kate. It was her idea, and I laughed it off so I could surprise her with one.”

Ben raised his eyebrows, “One what?”

Anthony flushed, “It’s just… an armchair for the bedroom. She ah… likes to read in the sun.”

“You… laughed at your girlfriend wanting an armchair to read in the bedroom?”

“I’m not explaining my relationship to you.” Anthony said quickly, “I’ll buy you dinner, Benny. As many spring rolls and dumplings as you can eat.”

Ben narrowed his eyes, “It better not be heavy.”

Ben grunted under the weight of the chair, fumbling on the steps, “Jesus Anthony! What the fuck is this made of?!”

“It needs to be heavy so it doesn’t move around I assume.”

“Is Kate a particularly vigorous reader?!” Ben snapped as he set it down, “Christ I’ve got sweat in my eyes!”

Anthony rolled his eyes, slapping his brother on the shoulder. “Right, thanks mate. Let’s get dinner and we’ll drop off the van.”

Ben frowned, “Aren’t you going to unwrap it? We can get rid of all the rubbish so you don’t have to put it in the bins.”

Anthony froze, “Ah, no. I’ll do it later. You’ve sweated enough. Can’t ruin that handsome face, right?!”

Ben thought it was odd but he let it go, until months later when Edwina nudged him at the pub. Kate and Anthony sat across from them whispering in each other’s ears.

“Guess what I found out this week.”

“Edwina.” Kate warned, shaking her head as she took a drink, “Don’t be a twat.”

“If I have to know this so does Ben.” She jerked her thumb at Kate and Anthony, “These two have a sex sofa.”

Ben’s mouth dropped open as the pieces fell in to place. “Anthony! I carried your sex sofa?!”

“In my defense,” Anthony said a little unembarrassed, “It was unused then. And they’re very easy to clean.”

“I am-! I want another free dinner!”

“A small price to pay actually.”

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

alicia

the way it worked with alicia was, someone was always trying to keep an eye on her. tom working from home on M, W, and F, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays their dad drove into the city to hang out with her. Annie offered to take Tuesdays off of their dad's plate--it was a long drive, and she had remote patients that day she could meet with from Tom's bedroom.

tom had a monitor into alicia's bedroom, like a baby monitor. annie found it to be wildly, electrically intrusive. alicia slept in every morning and so annie was already in her "office" working when alicia woke up and got dressed in full view of the camera. she knew alicia knew it was there, and one day, after a long call with a patient annie asked alicia how she masturbated with the camera there.

"well," alicia laughed. "i haven't yet."

"jesus, it has been weeks," annie said. "aren't you dying?"

"yes," alicia said. "i'm just a little nervous to try it."

"you are?"

"well, when i was with you i had a bunch of orgasms and then i had a stroke and fell into a coma. so what if that happens again the next time i cum?"

"alicia, you are i were really drunk and really coked up. it will be different."

"i don't know."

"jerk off, please," annie said. "look -- I will dial 9 and 1 on my phone and i'll be ready. but just go fucking cum."

alicia went obediently to her room. annie watched her touch herself tentatively on the monitor. she took so long that annie honestly tuned her out until she heard her breathing pick up, something like 30 minutes later. annie watched as alicia had an orgasm, and then sat there peacefully, and then started giggling.

"see?" annie said.

that night, tom texted annie. "LOL, thanks," he said. "Alicia won't stop jerking it now."

"hot," annie said. "are you jerking off while you watch her?"

"you're very intense," tom said. "would you want your brother to jerk off while watching you masturbate on a monitor? don't answer that, i know the answer is 'of course.'"

"of course," annie said. "i need new panties just imagining it."

"let me see," he said.

she sent him a picture of her soaked panties. he sent her a picture of his cock with the monitor visible in the background.

annie texted alicia. "does it turn you on knowing your brother can see you masturbating?"

"duh," alicia replied. "i'm imagining the live feed is being broadcast to everyone i know. my parents, friends, exes, teachers..."

"you get it," annie said. "as soon as i learned to be slutty i immediately regretted that so many people in my life never got to see my pussy."

"i find it hard to believe that anyone in your life hasn't seen your pussy," alicia said.

that night, in an attempt to connect with her mom, annie sent her a post-coital picture tom had taken. his cock is resting against annie's pussy and stomach, and his cum is all over her stomach and tits. "look at my boyfriend's cock," she said.

"it's very nice," her mom replied. "very big." she sent back a picture of herself blowing annie's dad -- the tip of his cock in her mouth, his cum running down her chin.

"so fucking hot," annie replied.

the next morning, her mom sent her a bathroom mirror nude. "sending this to your father so he'll wake up and fuck me," she said.

"he better do it," annie replied. 20 minutes later, her mom sent a video of herself riding him.

that afternoon was alice's weekly session. alice's voice had deteriorated further, but her neurologist believed it was temporary. alice spoke to annie via a text to speech app on her computer. alice typed very quickly, so it worked, but it was very strange. annie found herself very worried about alice, who seemed placid in a way that annie read as suicidal. after her session, annie called angel.

"i know what you mean," angel said as annie started to explain her worries. "we're monitoring the situation." annie thanked her and called julia.

julia's depression had leveled out, but not improved. she had very few patients and never left her parents' house. planning for the wedding had totally paused, jim quietly letting their friends know the save the date may no longer be valid. talking to her friend, annie could feel the old julia in there. she just needed someone to get it out of her.

someone also needed to take care of jim, annie thought, selfishly. she went to his apartment that afternoon and they fucked for a few hours. after, she played with his cum on her tits and asked if he'd gotten dirty with jenny since her visit.

jim told annie that she called him on facetime nude all the time, recently calling in panties and then, as soon as they were visible onscreen, said "oh, i'm so overdressed" and took them off. sometimes late at night she texted him "what are you up to?" with a picture of herself touching herself in bed, from her POV, all very tame but very hot. jim sent back videos of himself stroking his cock. annie loved scrolling through several instances of this happening and looking at jenny's responses. "fuck!" was the most common refrain, along with "i feel like a freak for saying you have a great cock but you have a great cock" and variations of the same.

they sent jenny several videos of their afternoon fuck. she responded with a "fuck!" and then a "i'm going to go make myself cum five times to this" and then later "annie makes me want to shave my pussy bald."

"don't do it," jim said. "i like the landing strip."

"do you like thinking about how it would move as you shoved your cock inside me?" she replied. "sorry, too far?"

"lol," he replied, "no, not too far."

"i mean watch," she said, and sent a video of herself slowly inserting a dildo, watching it progress as it slightly lifted the elevation of her pubic hair.

annie showered at jim's apartment and went over to tom's place. alicia was napping so she and tom had sex on the couch. they were done but still naked and messy when alicia woke up. she came around to the back of the couch and looked down at them, touching the back of tom's head affectionately while she looked at his wet cock. she was only wearing a pink pair of panties. "you two are so wonderful together," she said.

annie slept over that night, which she rarely did, but now that casey and robbie were always at her apartment she felt less drawn to being there. when she woke up in the morning, tom was already off to work, and their father had arrived to watch alicia. annie put on a t-shirt and panties before heading out to the living room.

alicia was in just a see-thru bra and a gray thong as she stood in the kitchen and chatted with her dad. annie talked for a bit and then announced her intention to shower before taking off her shirt. alicia's dad looked at annie's tits and said, "you two really do look a lot a like below the chin."

"i know, right?" alicia giggled. "every time i see her naked it's like looking in a mirror. this is her bra." annie looked at it. it was. she didn't remember leaving it there. "it's a great bra," her dad said.

when annie got out of the shower, she dried off and came out to the kitchen nude. alicia was bottomless. "annie, does your mom shave her pussy?" she asked.

"no," annie said.

"see?" alicia said. "it's a mom thing. my dad is wondering why my mom doesn't fully shave."

"i've always thought i'd still shave even after i have kids," annie said. "but i like your wife's bush."

"the last time she shaved was when she was pregnant," he said. "after that, she got sick of it."

"maybe i will too," annie said. "but i doubt it."

"you like my wife's bush?" he said. "you've seen it?"

"yeah, when she got out of the shower," annie said. she gestured at herself. "we're all very similar women, i guess."

"yeah, tom and i have the same type," he laughed.

alicia left for the shower, and when she closed the bathroom door, annie looked at jack. "wanna cum on me?" she offered.

"yes," he said. "but i will leave that to my son."

annie sighed. "okay, fine, be a good person."

he laughed.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

it turns out that, in moving, i have traded out having to deal with many small spiders for having to deal with the occasional fuckoff huge one

#what the FUCK was that thing #ive never had such an instant-panic killing out of desperation moment #it was giant. i could see Everything and it was horrible #im still breathing a little too fast that was just. get me out of here #it was Fast and Big and Spindly #i havent seen many spiders here but every single one ive seen has been bigger than im comfy with #if only there was a magic spider-repelling spell i could cast around myself an a ten foot bubble... #unfortunately no such thing exists! #absolutely unprompted #im gonna be so much more paranoid than i already am #if THAT can get into this house. jesus fuck #id love to look up what it was but that would mean looking at high resolution spider pics and i dont think i can do that #currently looking up spiders #i love torturing myself #its like 'normal picture normal picture normal picture WOLF SPIDER FACE CLOSEUP normal picture-' #thank you webbed site for that jumpscare i feel unwell and not in a good way #YEP OKAY THAT WAS FAR TOO MANY SPIDER PICS AND I STILL DONT KNOW WHAT IT WAS #it was huge and light brown with long legs and it was fucking Fast

[ehlnofay]

I've been having fun dipping into martin's perspective lately... it's helping me flesh out my interpretation of him and he never fails to be suffering tremendously in a way that is excellent to write

#whenever I get to mention pax from his pov I go HEEHEEHOOHOO like a giggling little beast of a child #their dynamic is. so fucked up kind of. but in a subtle enough way that pax #(who routinely addresses traumatised middle aged men's sad little angst moments by giving them stolen food) #(and does not know any other way to cope with anything ever) #doesn't ever really register it #but martin spends the whole time going 'oh god oh fuck jesus fucking christ that is a small child. and that is a horse.' #'and I am going to cope by projecting onto the horse. and I am in a very cold mountain house. and this is hell. fuck.' #'and we sent the small child into actual hell. again. and she's way too excited about this. and nobody has any concerns.' #'and the child is threatening to die for me. uncomfortably common as of late. and all I can do to protect the child #is keep my sad middle aged angst in my head. and hope that he doesn't actually die. fuck. everything is awful' #and pax is not perceptive enough to realise just how much he's holding back in an effort to shield them from the only thing he can (himself #and then they die (more or less) and nothing is ever resolved! the end!!! #someone talk to me about them I love them so much. blease and thank you #oc tag #pax #martin septim

[daz4i]

rocket sirens will have you noticing how so many songs you like have a high pitched droning sound in them that, when muffled, might sound like a siren and thus wake up neighbors who are currently more sensitive to it. oy vey

#i don't even mean actual siren sounds. which. songs like mama literally have in them #i also mean like the first few seconds of heavy news. imagine hearing it through a few walls. #it can sound like sirens from afar! i think! which might wake someone up more than just music would! #bc everyone's on edge and keeps an ear out to these sirens even more. #(speaking of. jesus christ. they put one right next to my building. and it's fucking deafening fr) #(had one today not long after i woke up and i swear i had a beeping sound going off in my ears for a bit afterwards. it's so loud) #(i get WHY they put it there. it's sometimes unclear if a siren is over here or some city next to us) #(and it has to be loud to. yknow. reach every house in the vicinity. but MAN. my poor ears 😭)

[firelise]

Just accidentally found out an old mutual is in the IDF so just a general psa, this is a “Israel should not exist” “free Palestine” “end apartheid/occupation/colonialism globally” account. Unfollow me if you support Israel. Deadass.

#they were complaining about ‘anti-Israelism’? #while simultaneously laughing saying that at least they get 50% off McDonald’s and sharing tips on where u can get free shit #if u go in uniform #??? #absolutely vile #yea I imagine you get free shit fucking everywhere when in uniform free house free trees free food #Jesus Christ #get fucked #free palestine #and I’m not new to this I’ve been supporting Palestinians since high school #every BLM march there were Palestinian shop owners cheering us on giving us food #my school was hella arab and Palestinian every single one of those kids came from tragic family backstories #my friends were also Jewish and pro-Palestine #my mom is a teacher in my home town and they are filling entire classrooms with refugees #there aren’t enough resources for them

[cosmicrhetoric]

the really beautiful thing abt extended family visits is that i haven't even seen them yet and im already ready to rip my hair out

#calling me at 8 am like hi can we come over :) NO????????? we had a PLAN???? #and then getting guilted into getting my ass up and waking up my house and heading to rendevous with them only for them to text me like #LOL sorry we havent left yet HAHA #am i just going to sit in my fucking car for 20 minutes cause you guys wanted to change our itinerary???????????? at EIGHT AM?? #acting like theyre doing me a favor. jesus fucking christ. #AND I'm going to have to pay for breakfast cause im first daughter who moved out on my own income and its expected

[moteldogs]

something kind of distressing about my Issues getting better. like the evidence for what happened is disappearing

#now that things are so different with my dad the only record that exists is the way I flinch and the way I can’t be fucking normal in bed a #nd my over the top reactions to stupid shit. and I don’t want to be nonfunctional the way I was last year but I don’t flinch so bad anymore #I want to want it to be like nothing ever happened but at the same time I don’t want to forget #mostly I just end up feeling like a liar. #I forgave my dad and I don’t want to cling to stuff I don’t even remember clearly but also I feel like I’m going crazy #there’s some stuff I know happened because my brother remembers too but he was a little kid for a lot of it or he wasn’t around yet #so the only one who actually knows is my fuckin dad. which obviously isn’t information I can get. #jesus. anyways. I’m on the couch in my parents’ house and I can’t get to sleep #del later

[todayisafridaynight]

Okay stream over and as such no one is safe anymore from my RGGJoposting (sorry in advance), HOWEVER I did want to say...

Of course Mine Himself At Present is the furthest thing from punk, but I believe the reason he has that belt is a nod to Nakamura, who is credited with bringing punk influences to the kabuki scene. (This particular photo was taken years after Y3, but...)

By the way, Nakamura is how I found out there's a lot of stigma against sons of kabuki actors who choose to play roles of a different gender than their fathers. He comes from an established line of onnagata, so it was a big deal for him to choose to play male roles.

Arakawa was a taishu engeki actor rather than a kabuki actor, which is less steeped in tradition than kabuki, so I don't know if it would've been the same for him doing the opposite to Nakamura. But it's Neat to think of it as a concerted choice for him in terms of feeling that strong of a connection to femininity.

oh fuck yeah punk in the kabuki world WORD UP TO THE LEGEND.....

#snap chats #tumblr told me to suck a dick and deleted my response THANKS ASSHOLE #i feel suddenly feel like really sick and tired like oh god what the fuck was in teh chicken my bro got me for lunch heeUGUH #i will muster up my strength to respond tho. god no i feel really sick i gotta hurl but i wont #in any case... i love learning #i wish i could say more but thats all i can say ive always been more of a listener than a speaker #what the ufck was in that shicken oh my fucking god #great to have yo in the inbox. ALWAYS happy to see yo in teh inbox even if im a dumbass soemtimes and words fail me #like right now like how my organs are failing me jesus lord #i will try to speak.. i can see peop #ok no i cant i dont hve the brain capacity right now forgive me #the enviroment surrounding 'cross dressing' in theater is. a topic #a topic im too stupid and sick for BUT IT IS ONE. #i know men would play as women in western plays since women werent allowed to act for a long ass while #uhhh wht am i tryig to say #oh like. like the role is 'necessary' like men would need to play women cause we aint got women #but that doesnt mean its a 'respectable' position #do we get what im sayig ?? good god i hope so. im dying. #first it was too cold now im too warm but i cant tell if thats from shame my house or the hoodie i put on #ok my head hurt BYE #soryr im stupid

[unreadpoppy]

i cannot believe that after 3 years of the pandemic people would still be so fucking irresponsible.

Listen. If you've been around people who you know have covid. Even if you're vaccinated and are not showing symptoms.

GO. DO. A. TEST. Especially if you are going to go hang around with people.

Because a friend of mine went on vacation and his step mother, his sister and his father all got covid and he told me he was going to do an exam to see if he got it too.

Just to fucking tell me now that he wasn't feeling anything so he didn't take the test, but now he's feeling like pain and weakness.

It could not be covid, yeah, but like...i swear to fucking god people, if you're around people with covid in your house, take the fucking test ASAP.

#this might be an overreaction but jesus christ don't play with y'alls health and others like that #“luckily” there's no longer elderly people in my house to be worried about getting covid and dying #but don't tell me you're going to take the test and then not fucking take it #or not wear a mask #bc symptoms can take time to show up #and look love my friend but he needs to start taking shit more seriously #covid

[universalsatan]

kinda wanna set up a betting pool for the ao3 ship brackets. i don’t even know who with, i just wanna be right

#not like i have extra money. it really Is all about the Being Right 💅 #lets see… #MSR is going to dominate. obviously. this is mostly personal but they better absolutely demolish the rest of the tournament #hmm money’s on magnus/alec #then amity/luz. shoutout to those owl house lesbians or whatever for demolishing two hp ships in advance. extra money on them #ohhh fuck i dont actually know where to put my money here. fuck me #i might go with yuuri/victor to play smart. bc i have a feeling jack/ianto mightve been the same just to get larry out of the tourney #supercorp. finally the hp evil can be defeated. we can come together for this #uhhh bagginshield #… if i want to win money i will say blackbeard and stede. jesus christ #oh and im putting my money on wangxian bc im mostly sure a lot of ppl probably voted clint/coulson to spite reylo. bc i did that <3 #sasunaru sweep for side 2 round 3 #look. i have a feeling it’s cause there werent many advocates for hawaii five 0 and most of the votes came from anti wincests #so im putting my money on merthur. we can also defeat This evil #yeah catadora over steve/tony. down with marvel etcetc #hannigram over frerard. oh i guess the voter amount difference is much larger than i expected but supports my hypothesis #if i wanna win the bet. steve/eddie #spirk will fuckin sweep. as they should #OH GOOD. I MIGHT BE ABLE TO RELIABLY PUT MY MONEY ON TENROSE let’s fuckin go #dont get me wrong im still a hoe for aziracro. but tenrose hits me like a fuckin train. and nostalgia #and then. uhhh actually im not too sure. maybe the lesbians??? l #thank you everyone have a good night. #mandont

[weirdlizard26]

i just dont understand why people cant interact with the bad things of the world without either putting the affected group of people on a pedestal or demonizing them. you know everyone deserves to not be fucking tortured no matter how bad or good a person they are, right? right?

#wl26 #like jesus christ sorry my country has an army. sorry theres soldiers in my country that are fighting other soldiers that want us dead #do you think im happy about being terrified for my brother's safety? do you think im happy he has to be cooped up in the house #just to make sure hes safe and not dead in a field somewhere? #but i will be overjoyed if someone proposes a way to get rid of fucking invaders in some other way #but all ive heard so far is just put down your weapons and everything will be fine <3 #as if russia wont bomb us until our cities are dust #like they did to mariupol #im not saying things are good im not saying there wont be terrible consequences when this is all over #but sometimes someone sends missiles at houses and theres little you can do besides fighting back #fighting back violently tends to be the only thing you can do actually