#it is just stupid how I don't even need any sort of drama to *just* annoy people to THIS severe point

[nostalgia-tblr]

in fic news i realised that i've accidentally commited myself to several scenes of jotunn!sylvie porn rather than just the one that i'd initially added mainly for the weirdness factor

#oops #having stupidly made a point of her hiding the blue i need to let the blue run free by the time they get to the happy ending don't i? #on the plus side this is a happy ending where nobody has to kill thor! ...because he already died before the fic even started :( #The Sylki Arranged Marriage AU #i also have to carefully make sure they don't kiss at any point during the 3 1/2 sex scenes that take place before their first kiss #another of my stupid decisions (so far) is a subplot that might enrage all three of the loki/sigyn shippers #my outline is for 16 chapters but i have the nagging suspicion that civil wars should last longer than sex scenes so...??? #(yeah i read a lot about the wars of the roses but i skip most of the boring bits about battles and that sort of shit) #(i am there for THE DRAMA. for the SOAP OPERA. just tell me who died this time so i can update my chart of Dramatic Persons) #(that's english for Dramatis Personae. or at least it should be. the more Dramatic persons are nearer the top of such lists aren't they?) #(anyway this fic isn't about the wars of the roses but one of the chapter titles is The Kingmaker which was an accidental pun btw) #(how accidental? well i only just this moment realised that it's a pun if that gives you some idea of how well-planned this fic is) #none of that shit's in the next chapter tho that one's about frigga being a bitch and sif being hot LOLOLOLOL YOLO OR SOMETHING

[katyspersonal]

Tumblr sorta needs a 'Mute' feature in my opinion. Like what if I don't want to block this user, what if I don't want to become enemies and in some days I'd like to interact. But also most of the time seeing how they avidly encourage everyone else whereas I get the passive-aggressive 'oh yeah very uhh... interesting... (please leave me alone I don't like your art lol)' makes me want to unfollow every single fan of these characters and never draw them again.

I remember two years ago the exact same thing happened when someone liked the same character and the same ship and I swear I was the only person in the fandom they bluntly left out and could not spare a single good word for. I can't even blame this on my art being "ugly" because this type of user always aggressively praises all art styles and all levels of skill, it feels more like 'a personal thing except we never fought a single time'. And now my toxic trait of needing approval from [cool person name] is back to haunt me years later! Add the unability to "abandon" this character/ship/whatever despite wanting to after facing so much unspoken passive spite, because I am a contrarian and the best way to trap me into doing something is to try to exclude me from it. I didn't face attempts to very aggressively bully me out of the yard/class/community/etc, sometimes with physical violence included, only to let something mid like passive aggression online finally do it.

I am really stupid and naive person despite my age, but in like 5% of the cases I will still understand the hint and understand what is going on. Yet I have to pretend to be clueless even in rare situations when I know someone hates me, because since they never admitted it, quitting will be perceived as me being "paranoid". But dear goooood, it hurts sometimes. I hope that one day I will be numbed to being treated as a tumor on an otherwise healthy body of society that someone is dying to amputate- and always a person whose approval I want, of all people. Knowing that this day will come is one of the things that keep me going as both a person and a creator. Things like viruses and diseases still try their best to persist, so even if I am actually one, I should persist. It doesn't matter whether I actually rot everything around me or this is just my self-depreciating delusion upon focusing on people that mistreated me and not people that loved me. What matters is persisting, I just still feel angry that it hurts. I can't respond spite with spite or passive aggression with passive aggression, I can't do the 'smug asshole' when I become aware that someone tries to starve me until I "die". I can just fall over and cry about it like a kicked dog, despite being so old, especially when it is a person I didn't have anything against.

And really.. It is as simple as turning the internet off, so I don't see The Person and can focus on doing stuff that I like, as if they never existed and can't crash my self-esteem. It is just annoying to keep doing this, a feature to not see them unless I am in the mood would be better. Like.. blocking is not an option. Not only it implies being enemies which is not my intention, but also it will be like an "evidence" that I was "crazy". They didn't do anything, right? Well, they know what they did, but it was never verbal, so it is my fault I "imagined things", right?

#/vent #/negative #/HEAVILY negative #fandomry rambles #like I started crying typing this do not read it unless you already know #it is just stupid how I don't even need any sort of drama to *just* annoy people to THIS severe point #like I said even before everything there was a very similar situation #I just evoke some primal hatred in specific type of people #it is probably what happened with maasanox but they apologized and moreover felt bad vibes from the stalker bully idiot #it is more like that meme from Lilo and Stitch #'ah yeah all artists and other creative fans deserve knowing they are liked and talented and supported...' #*katya walks in* 'EXCEPT THAT ONE!!!!!!!' #the punchline is that the two years ago guy and todays guy are fans of the same character #I swear the fictional bastard has abnormal ability to reveal the ugliest truths and bring out the worst in people #like the last time someone kinned the twink every single person here showed their true face and that was painful #not a single person got spared of showing what they were made of and me lacking spine was the LEAST of the sins brought up for judgement #you see this is why truth hurts. because people are terrible. truth is always ugly because WE are always ugly #I kinda love him for that but seriously can he stop making the worst things surface for FIVE minutes lol #in my excuse I am TRYING to kill my 'inner child' because these problems are too stupid but it seems impossible #I am a kicked dog with rabies in the past today and always

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 | boyfriend's dad!cillian murphy x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | for some reason, your first instinct after the breakup was to talk to his parents; maybe because you'd come sort of uniquely close to them, for a relatively short relationship. you might not have gone to their house if you'd known you'd find mr. murphy there alone...

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (18+ ONLY!! unprotected sex, creampie, oral m and f receiving), age gap (reader's age unspecified, cillian is 45+), hurt/comfort (but, you know, sexual comfort), infidelity, slight manipulation/coercion since the reader is very vulnerable at the time, somewhat inexperienced reader, degradation and praise, a little bit of breathplay, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia?, reader is slightly implied to be an immigrant/foreigner

note: yes I use his real name but this is just fiction and not meant to have anything to do with the real cillian murphy or his life/family so please keep that in mind!

He had a smile on his face as he opened the door and greeted you, but it fell instantly when he saw you biting down on your quivering lip, looking down to hide how red and watery your eyes were.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, voice heavy with concern as he reached out and rubbed your shoulder. "Oh, god— come in, come in— what's going on?"

He ushered you into the house, shutting the door behind you and wrapping his arm around you as you sniffled. "I-I'm sorry—" you began instantly.  “I thought— I don’t know why I even came here…”

But, actually, you sort of did.  You’d been wanting to talk to Cillian’s wife, hoping for some motherly advice, until he answered the door and you abruptly remembered she was in England on business for a week or something.  And you couldn’t exactly show up on somebody’s doorstep crying and say ‘oh, sorry, I thought your wife would be home— I’ll come back in a few days’.

You weren’t disappointed by running into him instead, really, you just felt a little weirder about it.  The two of you had never actually been alone before.

"Don't apologise," he soothed, "it's okay, just tell me what's happened. Are you alright?"

"Yeah," you sighed, trying to compose yourself a bit as he guided you to sit on the couch with him. "Yeah, I'm okay, I just... um, well, it's sort of stupid—"

"I'm sure it's not," he offered with a small laugh, "if it's got you this worked up."

"We, um... I think we broke up?"

"What?" he breathed, knitting his eyebrows together— he cared more than you expected... but it sort of made sense, Mr. Murphy had always made you feel welcome here. Mrs. Murphy too, maybe ina different way. Yes, it's bizarre to respond to being dumped by going to visit the guy's parents, you needed a sort of... mature, familial presence right now while you were so far from your own.

You took him through the whole drama as efficiently as possible, trying to regulate your crying so he could actually attempt to make out what you were saying. He listened thoughtfully, perhaps with too much attention compared to what you expected— after all, this was stupid college drama and he was so much more mature than all that. Still, you appreciated a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.

"And, uh, that's how he ended it," you finished with a sigh, sniffling as you recalled the heartbreaking conversation. "He basically told me that he's too young to be stuck with one person, and he needs to 'explore his options'..."

"Then he's an idiot," Cillian groaned, "and I hate to say that about my own son— but he's a fuckin' idiot."

"Well," you mumbled, "I don't know— I thought maybe he had a point. I mean, we're pretty young..."

"But look at you, honey," he offered pityingly, "you can't tell me this is what you wanted."

"No, but—"

"And yes, you're young," he added, "but not too young— not if it's real."

You bit your lip to stop it from shaking any more, and he cooed at you gently as he reached up to rub your shoulder.  

“Poor girl,” he breathed.  “Honestly, I always… well, maybe I shouldn’t say it now…”

You looked up at him expectantly, and he smiled nervously as he glanced away.

“Well… I guess I always thought that you could do better,” he admitted with a soft laugh, “but, you know, I didn’t want to say anything, of course.  He was lucky to have you, and I just hoped he would treat you right, but…”

“I thought I was the lucky one,” you replied with a thin smile and another little sniffle.  “He could be really sweet, you know— he used to be.  And I always thought he was, uh, sort of… you know, out of my league.”

“Oh, honey, no,” Cillian frowned, moving his hand up to your face and holding your cheek, wiping a small tear away with his thumb.  “You’re gorgeous.”

You laughed awkwardly, not sure what to think— or how to think— with him looking at you like that.  “I… I don’t know, you’re sweet, but—”

“No, really,” he assured, and only when you met his gaze did you realise how close he was.  You wouldn’t call it too close, only because it didn’t bother you like you knew it should.  “You’re so beautiful.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing actually came out… there was nothing to say.  He was coming closer, you knew it, and you wanted to reach up to stop him just as much as you wanted to shut your eyes and give into it.  You ended up sort of splitting the difference: you rested your hands on his shoulders, but didn’t push him away, and gasped slightly just before he kissed you.  Even a second of resistance could’ve given you some plausible deniability, but no, you fluttered your eyes shut and kissed him back; it didn’t help that you could feel how warm and strong he was through the t-shirt, holding on tighter to his shoulders with a hum.

His hands wandered to your waist, pulling you into him— and you were like putty, embarrassingly enough. With him kissing you like that, you really couldn’t do anything but let him pull you around wherever he wanted.  His lips were soft and gentle, his tongue teased you so carefully, and he even sighed against your skin in the sweetest way… you were totally helpless already.  

Sure, some part of you knew how fucking bizarre this was— that you were kissing Mr. Murphy, your boyfriend’s dad— well… ex-boyfriend’s.  You weren’t blind, you noticed how attractive he was when you met him, but you’d managed to successfully ignore it since then.  It made sense, after all, since the first thing you’d noticed about your boyfriend was his good looks… but Mr. Murphy was handsome in a totally different way.  Strong and broad— not especially massive or anything, still a lean guy— with thin streaks of grey in his hair, a patient sort of smile, subtle wrinkles around his eyes that added a sense of wisdom to his expression… really, he was a bit more of your type.  But that was something you had forced yourself not to acknowledge— until now.

You sat up slightly, holding onto his neck, breathing in sharply through your nose as you kissed him back a little harder.  You could feel him smiling— god, even just that made you feel so desperate— and he even moaned ever-so-quietly when you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed against your lips, breaking away just enough to make you open your eyes— his lashes seemed especially long as he looked down at your legs curled up on the couch (and his hands petting them slowly.  “You haven’t been treated properly for a long time, have you?”

You whined in the back of your throat involuntarily as you nodded— how could he see right through you like that?  It wasn’t like it was bad with your ex, it was just… not good.  Not enough.  You wanted to feel wanted, not used— not a means to an end.

“Will you let me?” he asked softly, breathing beside your ear on his way in to kiss your neck.  You gasped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close, head falling back to give him as much of you as he wanted.  His tongue was fucking fiendish, the way he used it to tickle along your pulse, the sharpness of his teeth making you jolt only for him to soothe you with his plush lips.

“Yes,” you panted, “fuck— I, god, I can’t believe we’re doing this…”

He laughed a little.  “I can,” he admitted.  “All I could fucking think about since I met you…”

That surprised you— you’d never noticed anything that would’ve made you think he thought of you that way… but knowing that he, apparently, had made a shiver run up your spine.

He certainly hid it well, playing the part of the slightly-embarrassing dad and polite husband so well that you never would’ve known… oh god, his wife.  You didn’t want to think of her now, yet the unavoidable memory stirred arousal alongside guilt in your gut.  You had no idea you were this sort of person— but you weren’t really operating logically right now, anyway.

He held your face again as he pulled back, petting your cheek— it made you feel especially juvenile when he did that, holding your chin to examine you.  This wasn’t really the ideal state for you to be looked at, in your opinion, with you having been crying all evening.  But he looked amazed by you, even if it was just for a moment before he looked down at your body and smirked.

“Take this off,” he instructed, tugging at your shirt slightly.  You thought it would’ve been a little more romantic if he helped you out of it, but it was alternatively a bit sexier that he was just going to sit back and watch you strip for him.  It must have been his way of demonstrating his power over you, that you were just going to take it off and toss it aside without question.  Which, of course, you did.

He smiled proudly at the sight, and before you could even get your bra off, he started to carefully tease you through it— fingers running around the edge, moving the straps off your shoulders, tickling up your sides as you shifted nervously on the couch.  

“Look’t that,” he whispered proudly, and you took a second to realise that he was referring to your nipples getting hard enough to poke visibly through the fabric; you felt self-conscious all of a sudden, even if he was clearly enjoying what he was seeing.  “So needy, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” you admitted, whining when he reached inside the cups and ran his fingers over your breasts— they usually weren’t so sensitive.  “Fuck,” you breathed, shutting your eyes as a way to try to escape his gaze.  “I… I need you.”

“Fuck, baby, don’t talk like that,” he groaned, “m’gonna try to take my time with you— how am I supposed to do that if you say such lovely things?”

His lips were on your neck again— and he was leaning you back, laying you down under him, tugging your shorts down with a bit more urgency than he’d had before.

When you were basically naked— or at least, your bra and panties pushed out of the way enough that he could see what he needed to— he purred at the sight, grinning as you hastily undressed yourself the rest of the way.  

"Of course he couldn't appreciate this," Cillian sighed, baring his teeth just a bit. "Of course he couldn't appreciate a perfect fucking body like this— a perfect little pussy like this..."

You were about to open your mouth to say something, though you hadn't even decided yet what it would be, but only a low moan came out when he held your legs open and dove between them, humming as he lapped at your clit. You couldn't imagine why you were so sensitive, but your whole body was shaking already just from the gentlest motions of his tongue...

"Fuck," he said, muffled against your skin, before he pulled back enough to bite playfully on your thigh. "Fuck, darling, you taste delicious. Christ. You're too perfect..."

He devoured you again, exploring all over you with his tongue as your thighs kept instinctively clamping down on his head. He kept looking up at you through it all, even when you couldn't stand to meet his gaze and had to arch your back from the pleasure. "Fuck!" you yelped, grabbing tightly onto his hair. "Fuck, Mr. Murphy, I— oh, god..."

"He never made you come like this, did he?" Cillian realised with a groan, nearly growling when you shook your head. "Has anyone?"

"N-no," you shakily admitted, and he moaned around you as he suckled harder on your clit for a moment until you whined loudly.

"Oh, poor thing," he cooed, "how could anyone taste this sweet cunt of yours, and not want to spend hours between your legs?"

He didn’t need to spend hours, though— the taboo nature of the situation seemed to turn your body into overdrive, making you so sensitive and desperate… or maybe that was just the effect he had on you, but it was hard to say.

The point is, all too soon, you were shivering under him, back arching up off the couch, holding on tightly to his hair.  He hummed approvingly, even moaning against you as he slid his tongue inside; he must have been able to feel you pulsing, moving closer and closer to the edge, because he shut his eyes tight and seemed to focus harder and pushing you further until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Fuck, fuck!” you sobbed, thighs shaking around his head; there really was no exploration to it, no teasing, he just went right in and expertly played you like he’d done this a thousand times.  Maybe he had… but, obviously, he’d never done it to you.  Were you that easy to solve?

Obviously, that question suddenly became the last thing on your mind as your orgasm wracked through you.  He growled encouragingly, still keeping his pace, but you could barely hear it past the ringing in your ears— and your own cries of his name, of course.

He only broke away when your squirms turned into real avoidance: you could only take so much, especially with him suckling on your clit like that.

You were almost nervous to open your eyes again— and you were right, he looked so gorgeous between your legs, obviously smug with having just made you come, it was nearly criminal.

“Is it really that easy to make you come, honey?” he laughed, petting your legs sweetly as he pulled back, looking up at you with a proud grin.  “That’s so fucking cute, baby…”

As he sat up again, wiping the slick off his mouth with the back of his hand, you got this weird, clingy feeling— wanting to chase him even just as he barely moved away.  

But he’d sat up for a reason, and you started to realise it when you sat up, too, and noticed the thick bulge in his jeans.

"Why don't you show me what you can do, sweetheart?" he encouraged with a smile, opening his belt for you. "I'm sure you've learned a thing or two..."

Though you still felt terribly nervous about it, you leaned forward towards his lap. Would it be awful to admit your mouth watered when he freed his cock from his jeans and boxers, holding it out for you as a little bead of precum formed at the tip?

"Show me, baby," he whispered again, "and look up at me."

You nervously blinked up at him, meeting his gaze from his lap, as you wrapped your lips around his swollen head. He bit his lip right away and reached up to hold onto your hair, groaning as you swirled your tongue.

"Fuck," he smirked, "you're sort of a tease, aren't you?"

You weren't trying to be, really, but it didn't sound like he minded too much...

"Oh, fuck," he moaned deeply, making you pulse inside as he tilted his head back. "Fuck, baby, that's good— your mouth is so fucking warm..."

He gasped and panted as he held your head, guiding it to bob just a little faster than you had been moving. "Sweetheart," he choked, "you're so fucking good... fuck!"

The praise made your chest fill with warmth, even if there was still some part of your brain that was recovered enough from the orgasm to remember how horrible this all was.  It was horrible, but perfect— and feeling his cock throb against your tongue was perfect, too.

You’d never been told you were so good at this before, but he kept moaning and petting your head encouragingly, whispering the most wonderful and filthy things.  “Just like that, honey,” he cooed, “mm— pretty thing… knew that mouth of yours would feel so fuckin’ good… just keep sucking my cock, sweetheart.”

That you did— harder and faster, stroking what your mouth couldn’t fit, moaning softly around him.  As you tried to take it deeper, desperate to please him, you gagged on his thick head.

“God, it’s so cute when you choke on it, baby,” he chuckled.  “Do it again.”

This time it was almost too much, but he held your head down and groaned deeply.  It would’ve bothered you more— not being able to breathe— if he didn’t sound so sexy right then…

Thankfully, he pulled you off just in time, making you yelp as he held you by your hair— only to kiss you hard, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.  Moaning, you melted into his arms, and let him guide you to straddle his lap.  Feeling his jeans against your thighs and his shirt against your chest made your heart skip.

He took another long look at you when he broke away, a new darkness in his bright eyes.

“You’re so sexy,” he laughed softly, running his hands over your nude form and raising a brow as he watched goosebumps break out over your skin.  “God, I need to be inside you…”

You bit down on your lip but it didn’t do much to suppress your whimper; lifting yourself up a bit, you grasped his cock and slid it through your folds, guiding him to your entrance.  

You both gasped when he slipped inside, even when it was the slightest penetration— his whole head wasn’t in yet, and you just knew it would stretch you more than you were used to.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned loudly, tilting his head back, “you’re so wet, sweetheart…”

Lowering yourself, you took in a shaky breath, whining slightly as he opened you up one inch at a time... and each one seemed somehow thicker than the last. His fingers seemed to dig deeper into the skin at your hips and ass the lower that you sank onto him.

You could barely believe that you took it all; that you relaxed into his lap fully even when you feared being split in half by how thick he was.  “Oh my god,” you blurted out, operating on instinct as you started to move— grinding back and forth, desperate for friction despite having been satisfied by his incredible mouth just a few minutes ago.

"Fuck, there you go," he encouraged with a growl, looking down at your hips rocking in his lap. "Ride me, just like that— fuck, ride my cock, little fuckin' whore..."

You whimpered at the insult, holding tighter onto his shoulders, but it only made you move faster. "S-so... so deep, Mr. Murphy," you whimpered.

"Yeah? You can take it," he promised darkly, holding tighter onto your waist as he dropped his head back with a low groan. "God, you're tight— fuck."

You gasped as he bucked his hips up, creating more pressure against your over-sensitive clit. "Oh, fuck," you breathed, struggling to cope with all the sensations he was giving you.

Both of you settled on the right pace, and he switched between resting his head back against the couch (giving you a nice view of his gorgeous neck, how could just a neck be so sexy?!) and looking down to watch you go.  “So fuckin’ cute,” he praised— though you were sort of surprised to hear him describe you that way at a time like this.  “So needy, honey… you want more, don’t you?  You wanna go even faster.”

Now that he said it: yeah, you did.  You bounced up and down, your moans coming out all shaky and uneven because of the movement, and he grinned proudly.

His hands wandered up from your waist to your chest, groping you eagerly as you gasped out his name in response.  “Love these tits of yours,” he informed you, sounding oddly sweet for how dirty of a compliment it was.  “Took everything in me not to stare at them when you’d come over for dinner… see what you do to me, sweetheart?  Haven’t felt this desperate since I was your age.”

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing, reminding you of how much older he was at a time like this.  He purred when he felt you clench on him, obviously affected by the comment.

“Should’ve known you’d give in right away,” he went on, softening his voice to nearly a whisper as he watched you move with heavy eyes; you angled your hips back and moaned louder, his cock rubbing against just the right spot every time now.  “Hungry little thing like you— now I wish I hadn’t waited so long.  We could’ve been doing this the whole time… I could’ve shown you how much better it can be, when somebody really takes care of you.”

Whimpering, you felt another heady pang inside you— if he kept talking like that, you wouldn’t be able to keep your head on straight… then again, the fact that you were here proved that you were less stable than you thought.

“Faster, sweetheart,” he ordered again suddenly.  “I wanna see how desperate you can get.”

You furrowed your brows together, almost pouting, but did exactly what he wanted— you wondered if you looked as pathetic as you sounded, riding him recklessly, chasing another peak even when it took all of your strength in those shaking legs.

He grabbed you by the jaw and guided you into another desperate kiss— all teeth and tongue and low moans.  “Good fucking girl,” he snarled.  “Good little slut.”

“Fuck,” you panted, moving faster.  “Fuck, I’m close—”

“I know, honey,” he cooed, nodding as he moved his hand down to your neck.  “Show me how bad you need it, sweetheart.  Let me see it, I wanna see you come for me.”

Tossing your head back, you cried out his name again— why did you always do that when you came?— and felt it overtake you.  It was even heavier than the last one, even more numbing and draining, and you didn’t even notice how hard you were digging your nails into his shoulders.

When your body failed and you came to a shaky stop, he didn’t give you much time to catch your breath: he grabbed you tight, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder, and began to buck his hips up into you quickly.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” you whined, overwhelmed by the feeling, holding onto him tightly just to have something to keep you grounded.

“Fuck, m’gonna come inside you,” he warned with a growl.  “Gonna fill you, baby, you’ll be so fuckin’ full of my come—”

You sobbed and buried your face in his neck, starting to cry again for a completely different reason than before.

“Tell me you want it,” he ordered, speaking roughly right against your ear.

“F-fuck, I want it,” you gasped, “I want you to come— fuck— come inside me—”

He choked out a few more swears, he held you tight enough that you started to imagine what his bruises would look like on you tomorrow, and with a low groan of your name, it all suddenly slowed to a stop.  You moaned weakly when you felt his cock flexing against your walls, even more heat pooling inside you.  With what little energy you had left, you softly kissed his neck— until he seemed to come back to reality and pushed you back enough to be face-to-face with you again.  

You realised suddenly that you were still sort of crying from the intensity of it all, and got nervous with him staring at you like that.  “I’m sorry,” you sniffled as you wiped your face.

“Don’t apologise,” he told you again, moving your hands away so he could look at you himself.  “Besides, you look even cuter when you cry.”

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #dilf!cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy rpf

[kalamity-jayne]

Another thing I find interesting about this latest tumblr drama is the CEO outlining his "beliefs and principles". To me it's a striking example of how cis people do not understand us and make no real effort to understand us, which of course kneecaps their ability to see things from out perspective or even have real genuine compassion for us.

For one thing, I think trans women are not going to be won over by outlining your anti-transphobia principles, we don't give a shit that you've read the yogyakarta princples or how many LGBT people you have on staff (especially since it is still unclear whether or not there are actually transfems on the moderation team which is what would actually matter here), or what sort of benefits you offer your trans employees. All good stuff to be sure but that doesn't absolve you of wrong doing and we are so used to people doing this sort of thing to be like, "see, I'm one of the good ones! Don't be mad at me!"

Like, to use an unrelated example, the former head of the Southern Poverty Law Center, an organization that has done enormously important civil rights work and taken down many powerful hate groups, had to resign a few years ago for racism and sexual harassment, both of which are antithetical to the work he was doing. You can be doing things that help was with one hand while the other hand actively harms us.

Furthermore, trans people are always reading between the lines, we have to as a matter of survival. There are a number of things photomatt has said in his beliefs in principles that will read very very differently to a trans woman than it would to anyone other person reading it. For instance:

I bet any cis person reading that is nodding their head in affirmation to this but to a trans person the headline here isn't "I support the right to medically transition," it's actually, "I don't support transition care for trans youth." And whenever a cis person specifies they support transition for adults that tells us more about what that person's actually believes than they realize.

So all of Photomatt's attempt at establishing his pro-trans bona fides are absolutely hollow when you don't even need to read between the lines here, not when he's followed her to a different social media platform to continue throwing a tantrum at her. Matt's "principles and beliefs" are nothing more than a meaningless genuflection because it's motivated not by the selfless desire to make us feel safer here, it's motivated by his need for us to think he's actually a "good boy" and this all just a misunderstanding.

We aren't stupid Matt, we encounter schmucks like you every👏single👏day.

#tumblr has a transmisogyny problem #photomatt #hammer car #predgesterone #transphobia

[calxia]

I would like to hear more about sick ghouls going to the vet?

Who's the calmest and actually somewhat likes the vet? Who puts up the most fight at the vet (assuming it's probably Dew and they have to muzzle him hehe)

I love how I made what was essentially an unhinged shitpost at stupid o'clock in the morning and people want to hear more about my thoughts on it. So, here's my professional opinion on which ghouls would be the nicest patients in order (as someone who actually works in a vet hospital).

Cirrus and Cumulus are easily the best patients. They are happy to sit for the exam, purring happily the whole time. They don't care when the vet has to look in their mouth or in their ears and don't even flinch at any injections. If anything, they are too content because the nonstop purring sure as hell makes it hard to get an accurate heart rate or resp rate.

Rain is also on the calmer side. He's calm in the 'I know there's no way to get out of this' way so there's no purring but also no attempts on the vet's life. He'll grumble through the whole examination, but he puts up with it and the injections just fine. As soon as he's free to leave, he's 100% out of there without looking back.

Phantom is the nervous type. He needs lots of kind reassurance and patience during his exam and the vet has to take it super slow to not stress him out too much. He definitely is the sort that's a huge drama queen for any injections or blood tests needed. All you have to do is place your hand on him and he's already squealing before the needle even happens. Phantom's also the reason why they had to get rid of the drop ceiling as he once got stuck above it while trying to escape.

Sunny and Aurora are so excitable it takes forever to get anything done. Just constant tail wags and curious questions about what's going to happen. It’s definitely a multiple-person job to do any sort of exam on them because they just can't contain their joy and must constantly move. They ask for pets from literally everyone they see and you can give them an injection without them even realizing it because they are just too excited to greet everyone.

Swiss definitely has a 'care- will bite' note on his file. He seems happy enough to be there but he has bitten a vet before and will happily do it again. He doesn't particularly enjoy being poked and prodded about and will only tolerate it up until a certain point. Once he starts getting a little growly, he gets a muzzle so they can safely continue to treat him. He actually doesn't mind the injections, it's just more the prodding he hates.

Mountain is muzzled but that's just more for his sheer size and strength. He's as sweet as anything but if he did ever snap, he would cause serious damage so it's just a safety precaution for everyone involved. He understands this and is always as nice and polite for the whole thing as possible. They always send him away with a treat for being so good despite the muzzle.

Dew is the absolute worst patient possible. To even get him to the vet he has to be sedated before the appointment. If he's not had his pre-appointment dose, he will savage someone. Dew has an 'EXTREME CARE- WILL LUNGE' on file and has launched himself across the room just to bite the vet before. They have to fully sedate him to even be able to examine him and even then, he keeps growling through the muzzle the whole time. Once he had to go for an emergency appointment without his pre-appointment medication and it took 5 people just to be able to hold him down for the sedation injection. Everyone dreads him ever needing to see the emergency vet again.

#i had so much fun with this #sorry if i missed anyone out #phantom ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #rain ghoul #swiss army ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost headcanons #ghoul headcanons #calxwrites

[lookbluesoup]

Hydaelyn in Endwalker

At the risk of looking stupid online I'm going to field my perplexions about Hydaelyn that've been bothering me for months lol This post is... a little Hydaelyn critical. But I do offer that in good faith, I LOVE the character and I'm not trying to just trash her, I'm genuinely interested to hear other perspectives about it. (But please be nice, everyone is entitled to their own take)

Also this is not in response to anyone else's post. I haven't even seen any Hydaelyn posts circulating lately. I'm not vagueing anyone or trying to start drama. Just trying to sort out my own feelings about this character.

So my main takeaway from MSQ was that love is, ultimately, what saves you. That humans (including Ancients!) aren't perfect, and cannot love perfectly, but the shared love of you and others is still what saves you.

And, also, that grief is a part of life. Mistakes are a part of life. Conflict and loss happen, but they need not destroy you. Stand for doing right as best that you can, forgive yourself and keep trying, keep loving - both yourself and others.

There was an incredible amount of emphasis on not judging or hating one's enemies, about accepting the humanity in all of us and coming together, which I really loved.

There was also, of course, a huge rejection of self-sacrifice and martyrdom.

I saw all those themes in the Dark Knight quests a LOT (especially before the English translation changed so many scenes), and I assume Ishikawa was continuing that theme from Shadowbringers onward.

So again! I don't hate Hydaelyn!

But I feel like... at least in the English translation, she is still treated with excessive reverence, like a goddess, by the Scions - even ones it didn't really make sense to after her origin came out, like Y'sthola.

And at least on my first playthrough, while I like Venat a lot and love the drama of the Final Days pushing everyone into points of desperation, to their breaking points, and her decision to sunder the world definitely did ultimately help (help!) make it possible for us to defeat the Endsinger... I dunno.

To me she was still subject to the same arrogance as the rest of the Ancients. Whether her decision paid off or not, she still took into her hands the fate of the entire Star, she still made a decision that would result in millions of deaths.

And if we're going by Hydaelyn's own assertion, that each reincarnation is their own person, not just a missing piece of a whole... then to achieve her goal of a better world, she killed all the remaining Ancients except those three.

She chose to create a world where death and trauma would affect generation after generation - and she can say that it was for the greater good, for the world to survive. But that was essentially the Convocation’s justification too, in creating Zodiark and orchestrating the Rejoinings. Committing genocide to prove that genocide is wrong… is not noble.

The cutscene with her sundering the world, where the people insist they'll return to a world free of sorrow underneath a burning sky, could also NOT be how it actually happened. It had to be representational of her feelings and conclusion. Becoming Hydaelyn took coordination with her followers and planning.

At least in English, idk about the original Japanese, Hythlodaeus's shade describes the time of the Sundering as if the world wasn't in utter ruin at that point. It was beginning to heal, they had restored some natural systems, but the Ancients were short in numbers. At that point, they were done sacrificing their own people, in time they were going to sacrifice other life - plants and animals, to restore those lost brethren.

At the very least, Hythlodaeus's completely different account shows that the two sects of people post-Zodiark were viewing their sacrifice and end goal in completely different ways. Ethics aside, whether the competing goal was achievable or not… we will never know, because Venat stopped it from happening.

But I don't think either recounting has a monopoly on the truth. There was no One Truth, there were just competing needs and perspectives. And though Venat insists that unity is necessary to avert the Endsinger - she perpetuates this division. Azem refused her followers call to help summon Hydaelyn, and I think that's significant.

But I'll also acknowledge that Azem didn't manage to save the Ancients, either.

And you could argue that the Ancients were their own worst enemy. They kind of were.

Hermes was a really, really great caricature of severe, untreated Depression. And he had the powers of a god. His creations were sent to find a specific answer in the world beyond, and like their creator, they didn't have the tools to process hearing an answer other than what they were expecting. They were trapped in their own perspective. He was looking for answers in the stars, instead of in himself. Their own pain and inability to engage with emotion in a healthy way overwhelmed every encounter they had and created the very reality he so feared.

He did not use the proper channels for peer review before sending them out on their mission. Those rules, those checks and balances, that community approach to design, existed to protect the Ancients from their own power, and he deliberately acted in secret. He isolated himself from society, convinced himself his pain was something nobody could understand, made an island of himself and doubled down on his own jaded beliefs.

I don't know what kind of mental health facilities were available to the Ancients - we just don't have that information. But I do know that he was treated with patience and forgiveness by a significant number of colleagues, and his quirks weren't held against him. People did try to help and accommodate him, even if they didn't always understand. He had been promoted to a powerful position. I don't know if it's fair to blame anyone in particular, or even their society, for what happened. Because again... everyone was doing the best they could with what they had.

If anything, the problem was that literally any Ancient could have made a similar mistake in the right situation. They were ALL that powerful. Eventually chaos would happen. Sundered souls can certainly create destruction, but not on the same scale.

I don't personally agree with Hydaelyn's decision not to reach out to the Convocation. I understand being careful, and thinking through what the next step should be before acting. But there's a LOT of "maybes" in this argument:

And ultimately, it's her doing the same thing as Hermes, putting the power of judgement over an entire people in her own hands. She's assuming that she is in a unique position to decide the fate of the entire Star. It's not evil. But it's arrogant. She wasn't special among the Ancients, gifted with some unique wisdom. She was doing the best she could from her own perspective.

Plus... if half your population, and then another half again are about to sacrifice themselves... what have you got to lose by outing Hermes and/or trying to work with the Convocation to avert that loss of life? We don't have all the details, I'm willing to accept that there were circumstances that made it impossible, or at least made Venat decide against trying it. But even so. What did you have to lose leading up to the summoning of Zodiark? There was already panic and destruction at that point.

Hydaelyn sacrificed a lot of people to accomplish her goals. She made a goddess of herself and manipulated people like Minfilia on that basis. She killed so many children and stole so many lives even just by reincarnating Minfilia over and over on the First. She misrepresents the nature of the Ascians to the WoL, keeps secrets, and essentially charges you with being a crusader in her Holy War.

It's Emet- Selch who tries to bridge the gap. Not Hydaelyn. It's him who's willing to consider trying to achieve his goals without bloodshed, if you, the WoL, are strong enough. He says this to himself, out of anyone else's hearing. There's no reason for it to be a lie.

And just before Mt. Gulg, you can see Emet starting to question his beliefs about humanity because of the WoL's accomplishments. Hydaelyn has nothing to do with that. It's all you. And Emet succumbs to his own weaknesses too, so we never get to know what that might have happened if you'd had more time with him. He's not better than her.

But I think it's significant that he's the one who reaches out. Who's willing to consider a compromise at all.

In war you make sacrifices, I get that. But she was not more heroic, somehow, than the Ascians. Both sides were doing terrible things and denying the agency of mortals in order to achieve their ideal world.

So to me... she was not a benevolent incomprehensibly wise mother figure. Much like in real life we go from being kids who trust our moms implicitly, to adults who realize our mother was human and made mistakes, I think we’re supposed to recognize that Hydaelyn didn't do everything right and its our job to carry the future forward for subsequent generations, to learn from what came before, and hope that our own children do the same and forgive us for our own mistakes.

I think its very important to note that the WoL is just as much the Convocation's creation as Hydaelyn's. Without being rejoined as many times as they were, the WoL wouldn’t have survived. She saves you from the Ultima Weapon, Emet-Selch saves you from Elidibus, and its their powers combined that save you and your friends from the Endsinger. You are the legacy of each side’s imperfect love, equally.

WHICH brings me to my point of perplexion. Hydaelyn continues to be venerated. NPCs who know what happened continue to emphasize her side of things. I feel I must be missing something, because to me, the finale of Endwalker essentially shattered any idea that this was a Light vs Dark kind of story. People made choices. People made mistakes. It wasn't good or evil. It was human. We survived in spite of our mistakes because love was more powerful than our imperfections.

The Scions sacrificed themselves one by one just like the Ancients. And got brought back using energy from the Star... not all that different than what the Ascians had planned to do with their own brethren. I just don't see much functional difference there in the sentiments between either side.

I don't think we're supposed to hate Hydaelyn. I don't think she was evil. But I don't think she was better than the Ascians.

So while I don't expect, or want, characters to be condemning her left and right in the narrative, it's still baffling to me that there's such consistent, explicit reverence for her.

#ffxiv #ff14 #hydaelyn #venat #emet-selch #ascians #ancients #meta #shower thoughts #long post #endwalker spoilers #dark knight spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #text

[utopians]

I mean s1 was deffo better than s2 but why do you say that it wasn't good? /gen

mannn honestly it would take ages to enumerate all my problems with it but these are the main ones

just a massive, massive tone problem. this show just has no clue what it wants to be and it's bad as hell as a result. the wilderness scenes in this season had some of the darkest stuff of anything in the show (eating jackie + shauna miscarriage + shauna beating lottie) and having all that next to like... misty's quirky reddit boyfriend just absolutely defanged it. the show doesn't want to commit to being either a quirky mystery/comedy or a gritty survival horror and because of that it fails to effectively be anything at all

misty's reddit boyfriend in general just sucked so bad. like what was that

the escalation from 'we're hungry' to 'let's draw cards and murder whoever gets the wrong one' occurred over the span of ONE EPISODE. one SINGLE episode without ANY NEGOTIATION. literally not one single scene of the characters even TALKING about it before it happened. what a joke. what an absolute joke. they had an entire season to build to it how'd they fuck it up this bad

this is a problem I had with the first season as well but the survival threat feels so told and not shown. like we're told all these characters are Soooo Hungry but none of them are ever actually like. fatigued. or ill. or Dying. like how the fuck is coach ben still alive man. it just makes the escalation to killing people that much more abrupt and the whole situation seem so contrived when it doesn't actually feel like they're in danger

just in general the show like. refuses to let any of its characters feel anything at all. shauna straight up killed an innocent man that she was having an affair with last season and the extent of the emotional fallout of that act is her making quirky Oh Whoopsie comments about it. like that would be an insane traumatic thing to go through and you'd think it would be the kind of thing the show would want to explore. but no. not on amc's yellowjackets

on that same topic. shauna beating lottie had weirdly little emotional fallout. like ik they didn't like each other but shauna almost beat lottie to death with her hands and seemed just like. kind of sad and apologetic afterwards. like you'd think that such an act would have some sort of extreme ramifications for her relationship with the group and her own emotional state but nah

in the same vein: this season did adult taissa SO dirty. all the little plot threads that made her story difficult and compelling last season have completely been dropped -- her wife and son were literally written out like 4 episodes in and we don't see any of the emotional complexity of her leaving behind those relationships. additionally the last season ended with her being elected senator (sth that could cause a lot of conflict and drama bc of the increased responsibility on her shoulders + surveillance and scrutiny of her life) and it literally just. never comes up again? like her wife is in a coma and her son is just left fully parentless and she walks away from her job as a US STATE SENATOR and not only are there no consequences she also just literally does not seem to care. I feel like the writers just had no clue what they wanted to do with her and so they just gave her... nothing. no conflict no emotions just nothinggggg

okay they did give her one thing. they gave her an evil alter ego. which is mad corny imo. last season it was weird and ambiguous enough that I enjoyed it but this season it was just so literal and on the nose and I did not enjoy it One Bit

similar to the cards thing lottie deciding that they needed to kill one of them at the end was so damn abrupt and stupid. like literally so pointless and out of nowhere

natalie's death was so silly and contrived that it actually made me laugh

adult van is not butch enough ‼️‼️‼️‼️

#asked and answered

[doberbutts]

sorry if you've been asked this before, but what are some doberman breeders you personally trust? ive been saving up for years to get my own puppy, and i have already done research on a lot of breeders myself, but i would love your input too. if it matters at all, im looking for a pet, not a show dog, though i will be doing a lot of training :3

I don't do breeder recs because literally every time I do them- or even get this question- I get a frankly stupid amount of ridiculous drama and I'm very done with it at this point.

What I will recommend is doing your own research and making sure to buy from a breeder who is doing the following:

Fully health testing their breeding dogs. Embark! Is not! Enough! The dogs need to have their hips and elbows (shoulders preferred not required), eyes, kidneys livers and thyroids, and also most importantly have their hearts holtored and echo'd, as well as genetic tests for DINGS, vWD, and the DCM markers. ALL of these should be done, but the most important is truly the heart testing. If the heart testing is missing, I would 100% pass on that breeder. Over 50% of the breed dies from cardio problems with the majority of those deaths being DCM-related. There is no cure and no preventative or predictive method for ridding the breed of DCM, but it also causes sudden death, so doberman breeders NEED to be doing the best they can to make sure they are keeping on top of their dogs' heart health.

Some sort of breed-specific temperament testing. In dobermans there are several- the WAE, the ATT, the breed survey, some form of bitesport, some form of police/military/border patrol testing, etc. Remember that the doberman was created to be and always has been a breed for biting. "They are therapy dogs" is not breed-specific temperament testing. "They are good companions" is not breed-specific temperament testing. The breed is intended to bite. If you want a doberman, you want a dog that bites.

This requires a little pedigree knowledge, but personally I think it behooves everyone to look for breeders who are prioritizing pedigrees with higher -than-average lifespans (10+; average in the breed is 7.5 years) and who are prioritizing pairings that produce less than 30% COI. I also think you should see for yourself what the reported COD is for the dogs who have passed- any that seem very odd should be thought of as a DCM death (you wouldn't believe how many dogs in Russia are supposedly hit by lightning right at 5 years old...). Breeders that do necropsies on any dogs that die suddenly with no other explination (because otherwise it needs to count as a DCM death as that's DCM's calling card). And breeders that participate in projects related to genetic diversity and heart health.

Similarly this is less dog ethics and more human ethics but I think it is very important in this breed to make sure you are not buying from an obvious bigot. There are a lot, and I mean a LOT, of nazis and racists and klan members in this breed. This is not an exaggeration or hyperbole. There are literal nazis in this breed. There are literal klan members in this breed. There are a lot of QAnon people and Trumpers who support them. And there are a lot of homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemites, islamophobes, xenophobes, and misogynists in this breed. There is a guy who labels himself a wonderful family-oriented breeder who is a convicted pedophile. No, seriously, the case is public record and he was charged with the kidnapping and assault of a minor while he was in his mid-20s. You need to be careful, and you need to not just trust what people tell you about themselves.

[thesovereignsring-if]

Granted this is anecdotal, but I recently was looking at the choicescript forum for Infamous, another IF that gets a lot of weird, obsessive hate for not being a power fantasy. The people obsessed with hating on Infamous seem to think there's been a wave of "doormat MCs" recently. The less harsh and hateful way to put that is there are less power fantasy IFs coming out right now. I don't know how true that framing is given the people that assert it, but if is true, then hopefully the needless stupid hate sent your way will die down when there's a wave of IFs considered acceptable by these dorks, and we can have our fun with our overly protective brothers and scheming ROs in peace.

Infamous has always been an IF game I've been wanting to read, but I never have the time or chance to do so. I'm currently going through 13League's Superstition right now ( Im only on Season 1 sob), unfortunately I read slowly, but hearing this just bumped it up the list on IFs to read lmaoo!!

It saddens me when authors get blasted for having 'doormat' or 'useless MCs' when its MC (or characters in general) who are victim (and are still victims) and a large part of their journey is grieving, overcoming grief, healing or being trapped in an unhealthy mindset/mental block. Yes I guess, it's fun to have the MC who bottles up everything inside and pretends everything okay and can punch and kick and insult their way as a show of dominance- but there's an underrated beauty in characters who are resilient in the face great adversity, who still choose to be kind and gentle despite being kicked down. It's easy to dip into the deep end, it's harder to stay afloat and trying to find the right balance is hard. Anyway I'm rambling, I'll always stand by authors to make their MCs as they please!! If everyone had the same narrative-dominating MC, we'd be no better than the current oversaturated power-fantasy isekai market lool.

For my own mental health, I don't go looking at any sort of forums/reddit on Interactive Fiction simply out of paranoia and imposter syndrome loooool. So I'm pretty clueless to any and all drama in the IF community. I don't think my poor heart could take it!!! I am a hermit to the core `(*>﹏<*)′ All the messages I get from tumblr and Itch are more than enough for me, so I'm always grateful for whatever shows up, even if the inbox overflows and swallows me whole haha.

I wrote this story because I needed loving, protective older siblings that aren't dead or missing in the narrative! I want healthy family dynamics I can destroy!! Sieghardt and Alberich were written for me!! I will die before I give them up!! 😡😡😡

#answered asks #tsr

[kitkatopinions]

Speaking of characters like Whitley, do you ever wonder why they add so many new characters into the story only to quickly forget about them/kill them off?

I think some of this is a little bit just the nature of shows like RWBY that build in plot and locations. The kids need teachers and classmates at Beacon, not all of them can be orphans and/or only children, there's kids from other schools coming over for the Vytal Tournament, Salem needs to be able to match forces, and each location needs people too, plus on top of that there is a need for threats and drama outside of just supernatural end-of-the-world stuff which gets you characters like Jacques, Cardin, Cordovin, and theoretically Fennec and Corsac and Ilia, etcetera (though those three were part of the wildly bad White Fang arc, so...) The problem comes with giving focus with not a lot of real follow through, leading the story to be far too packed with way too many characters that we as an audience are supposed to care about when it's not going to matter later on.

The main eight and Qrow all have a lot they need done for me to consider this any sort of good, but the show never gives them proper focus, instead just piling on more that needs dealt with (case in point, V9 not actually dealing with anything and instead making Ruby try to commit suicide which will obviously also need lots of focus to get properly worked out.) And on top of that, they seem afraid of giving any proper down time, and they overload the cast by making side characters but then giving them enough focus that they by all rights should also matter from here on in but not enough focus to do more than take attention from the mains (case in point, making Maria and Pietro important enough that they should matter to the mains and/or others but then giving them very little to do and then abandoning them out in the tundra with none of the mains acknowledging their existence. The problem really isn't the number of characters in this show, but rather how the writers handle them. They're very good at packing RWBY full of ideas and concepts and then not giving any of them the proper follow through, and the characters are just another part of that. They brought Neon and Flynt back in V7-8 just to have them fight in the fall of Atlas and who knows if they're even going to be names on a memorial let alone have their deaths matter or impact the mains at all.

And as for killing off some of the characters they introduce, I also wouldn't have a real problem with that if it was better done. Shows like RWBY need a little death, to keep the stakes up, and said deaths should include characters the audience likes and knows or else the stakes aren't high anyway. But RWBY's V7-9 deaths feel more like cheap shock value deaths where they try to introduce (or reintroduce in Penny's case) characters and make them likable and important just to kill them without any real care towards consequences or reactions or whether or not the character was established enough to justify the response in other characters and basically just not having the deaths matter anyway. Clover was speedran into a rushed "friendship" with Qrow just so he could have a giant reaction to Clover's badly orchestrated death, and meanwhile Ironwood's death just happened without it mattering to anyone. Penny and Ruby's reunion and subsequent friendship in V7 was lackluster at best, so it feels even more like she was killed for shock value and for Jaune's stupid arc and then the writers felt no need to even acknowledge the fact that Jaune killed her. Etc. Etc.

This ask kind of just turned into me ranting about this, lol, but yeah, I do wonder why they put so many characters into the story in more significant roles only to ditch them or kill them. I think a big part of it is just because they have to introduce characters but don't know how to just leave them in more bit part roles and always have to try to make them more involved. I also think they keep introducing new characters that they want to make matter because... They really don't seem to have a lot that they want the mains to do but they need to keep things interesting. For instance, Weiss wasn't given much focus in Atlas despite the fact that she should've been heavily in focus during that season, but then they introduced tons of new characters and conflicts to fill the run time.

But also, the RWBY writers have a big 'bigger is better' 'quantity over quality' problem. Just like they introduce big story beats only to forget to treat them with the proper weight or make them have any natural consequences, they introduce lots of characters that they want to be relevant only to get in over their heads. I've said it before and I'll say it again, RWBY's number one selling point is that it's brimming over with so much potential and good ideas, but its biggest problem is that the writers always fumble on execution and don't give any of it the proper treatment or care, and the overly bloated cast is definitely part of that.

#rwde

[jayswritings13]

Total Drama: Deep Breaths

Request: "hiii!!! Could you do a one-shot about Noah (total drama) with an s/o that is a little anxious and dramatic? Sort of like no energy x anxious energy." by @rxbclqck

Word Count: 711

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"Do you mind not doing that?"

"What?" You paused, halting any more movement forward. "Sorry. I pace when I'm nervous."

"Isn't that all the time?"

"Yeah...yeah, no, you're right," You sighed, sitting down next to Noah.

"What are you so worried about anyway?"

"Just the regular. Tomorrow's challenge. Elimination. Getting injured during said challenge."

"Why? We've been on a second place streak since we've started," Noah said, ignoring the small growl from Alejandro. "Besides I'd think that we'd get rid of Tyler before you."

"Hey!"

"In any case, I don't think you have much to worry about."

You knew what Noah was trying to do. it was nice, if in a more dead-pan, straight forward way. You wish that it was that easy, but it seemed that now matter how many times you knew that everything was safe and okay, your body still could not understand. It's already caused you to freeze up during some challenges, which is why you were more convinced than ever that Alejandro wanted you gone and had no issue with convincing the rest of the team of it. Maybe he didn't get it. Maybe he thought that it was stupid. Or that you were over reacting. Maybe he wanted you gone. Maybe he wanted to plot against you. Maybe he wa-

"Taking deep breaths always helped my sister." Noah added, shrugging.

You froze, silencing the intrusive thoughts, and slowly glancing over at Noah. Maybe he didn't think that you were the weak link of the team. Unbeknownst to you, Alejandro watched the whole interaction, waiting for the right time to strike.

"Thanks." You said, smiling. For a second, you swore that Noah smiled too, but right as soon as you realized, it was gone. Almost like it had never happened. "I'm gonna try and get some air and maybe stop by the confessional." You stood up and left economy, walking towards the dining hall and the confessional. "I'll be back."

"I don't think I've seen you be this nice, my friend."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Denial, Alejandro thought, Interesting...

"I was just noticing ho-"

"Whatever, I'm going to the confessional." Noah quickly said, leaving economy class.

He knew what Alejandro was going to say next. How could he not? Now, Noah was going to have target on his back. Or you. Whoever, Alejandro decided he hated more, which seems to change daily.

What Noah didn't expect was you to be sitting on the floor, by the confessional door, knees to your chest. It didn't take much for him to see that you were upset, with tears flowing down your face.

Hearing someone enter, you quickly wipe the last bit of tears, forcing yourself to look up at whoever found you like this. You relaxed once you saw it was Noah. You were sure that it was gonna be Courtney or Alejandro to find you like this.

"Are yo-"

"I'm fine," You said, swiftly standing up, "Just took a minute is all." Even saying it, made your stomach turn.

"Yeah..." Noah said, hesitantly. "I, uh, just needed a minute too. Alejandro was being, well, y'know. I can go. Yeah, you probably don't wan-"

"Am I blowing everything?"

"-t me to stay.... what?"

"Like with the team. Here."

"I-uh-"

"Because I just feel like I'm blowing my shot and that I'm letting everyone down and then I start to feel as though I can't breathe and I feel dizzy and I-"

"Need to pause for a minute," Noah said, stepping closer towards you, "Did you try those breathing exercises I told you about?"

"No."

"Try this. In for 8. Hold for 7. Out for 5." Noah said, as you followed his instructions. "Better?"

"....a little." You said, "How'd you know about this?"

"Like I said, they help my sister with her anxiety." Noah said, "I may or may not have had to help her out once or twice."

"Wow, I never expected that from you." You smiled, "Didn't think you were so nice."

"I mean, I would spread that around. This is still a competition, after all." Noah grinned, "I still need the others to think that I'm ruthless."

"Oh, yeah," You snort, "That sweater vest scream ruthless."

"Wow, someone bounced back fast."

#total drama noah #total drama #total drama x reader #total drama world tour #td noah #td noah x reader

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I have a question about "Nocorro accidentally mated au"

How does everyone know what happened between Neteyam and Spider? How did they find out? 🙀

Hi! (Loving your chat GTP nocorro fics, they are so soulless and funny to me. I don't use AI so it kills me how slightly off it feels). I have answered this already! Here is that link, but, I will use this opportunity to answer with something I had been cooking up for a seperate post. How does Mo'at find out?

Here are my thoughts. I'm thinking if we take what the original anon said, which is that Mo'at can immediately identify that Neteyam has mated, then it stands to reason that she can instantly tell with Spider the next time she sees him. The Mo'at and Spider agenda that ensues has gotta be insane. I've taken some creative liberties, as the og anon stated that Spider and Neteyam had sex the day before Neteyam's iknimaya because after he would have to start looking for a mate as he is officially a man in the clans eyes. It is actually the uniltaron that is that final trial, so I've adjusted to the day before that. I was going to have Spider not show up the day after they would've had sex, but I think Spider still wouldn't miss Neteyam's ceremony for anything.

-Spider does not come back to the village the day after Neteyam's uniltaron. It's not something Mo'at notices right away, caught up in the surprise and chaos from the day before. But she overhears Kiri and Lo'ak talking about how odd it is that he isn't around with no warning that he had a duty to fulfill for the sky people the day before, and Lo'ak says it's not like Spider to miss village drama, even if it's about Neteyam.

-She's been meeting with Neteyam in the early mornings, sorting herbs and listening to the forest in silence. It's halfway an apology; this break from the chaos of his home at the moment. She had blurted out his secret in front of his family without even consulting him, just simply out of shock. She knows he doesn't blame her, knows he didn't even intend for this, and that he's too young to make such a decision, but she still feels bad. It was tactless.

-It's not until two days later that she sees Spider. She can see exactly what she saw when she saw her grandson the morning of his uniltaron; that he is forever changed, his soul permanently bonded. She has learned from her last shock and doesn't say anything out loud, but only just. Therefore when Spider meets her gaze, he can see it all over her face.

-It's kind of heartbreaking. She's always been certain he was a child of Eywa, and this is definitive proof that he won't let anyone see. A gift of great happiness hidden in the dark like it's shameful. Almost all of the child's life he's been a secret indulgence of Mo'at's, and her his. They weave his songcord together the two of them, without his whole family to witness. She hates that he's bound to be someone else's secret now. But he's looking at her so pleadingly, so she keeps her mouth shut.

-Na'vi are very open with their children, answering any questions they might have from a very young age. Neteyam knows about mating rituals, which is all the more frustrating. Neteyam doesn't need her advice, so she tries with Spider. He's not stupid, he grew up with only Na'vi children, but no one had ever bothered to explain a mating bond to him. Why would they? She tries to explain to him that a fresh bond requires contact, a reaffirmation of the bond. Almost constant reassurance to the soul that their new other half is still there, until it grows used to distance and time with trust. Mo'at knows for certain that Neteyam has been officially/unofficially grounded and never out of Jake and Neytiri's sight since this revelation, just as well as she knows that Spider hasn't been within ten yards of the Sully's home since. Distance for a bond this fresh is not healthy for either of them. But Spider is as stubborn as Neteyam.

-She requests Spider help her early the next morning. She doesn't think Neteyam will mind this particular disturbance in their quiet mornings. They spend the time sorting, shoulders pressed together and knees touching, but it's about as good as it gets in her presence. She's fairly certain the distance has to be physically painful at this point, but she wouldn't know, because no idiots have bonded and then steadfastly ignored each other before in living memory.

-Finally she sends the two of them to get her a particular plant, one that only grows at a waterfall about an hours walk through the forest away. Lo'ak is seconds away from complaining about how he got plenty of that for her last week in front of Neytiri, so she has to send him and Kiri to get something on the other side of the forest to shut him up. She hopes Eywa will forgive her for taking a little more than is needed from the forest today, but her worries are assuaged when the two boys come back entirely sans plant.

#got so into my mo'at era #she's like “i will not out another grandson goddammit” #but i'm this close #mo'at #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #neteyam sully #nocorro #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #neytiri sully #jake sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

[hils79]

Hils Watches Goblin - Ep 1

It's time for another k-drama and this is another one that got recommended to me a few years back when I first started watching Asian dramas. Apparently 2023 is the year I finally watch the stuff that was recommended to me in 2020 😅

I don't think this will follow my usual 2 episodes per evening usual schedule. These episodes are LONG. The first one is an hour and a half. That's the length of a movie.

So, probably one episode per day for now but I'm off work all of next week so I'll have time for more then.

This one, at least, I'm sort of vaguely aware of the plot but like everything else I don't know any spoilers or anything.

And I'll need to figure out how to tag this because this drama has about 10 different titles.

But for now, let's go!

Hmm...this does not sound like it's going to have a happy ending

Okay, that is clearly a young woman wearing quite bad old person makeup and prosthetics

Oh, I know him! From Train to Busan apparently

I love that we've switched to widescreen for the dramatic flashback

After joking that this episode is as long as a movie it kind of feels like it too. Everything is Very Dramatic

I don't know what it says about me that this dude has just asked his second in command to kill him and I instantly started to ship them

Ahhhh I forgot Lee Dong Wook was in this. Look at his little face.

Oh no I love them

I really hope he is dramatic like this through the whole drama.

Look, I know this is a supernatural drama, but good lord how is she still alive after losing that much blood

Oh I forgot this was a flashback to the 90s. So the unborn baby of the woman he saved on a whim is going to grow up to save him. Aww, that's nice.

Ooh she can see things that other people can't

Oh shit! Did not see that coming

His hat is so stupid and I love him

Aww I know him from Mystic Pop Up Bar

Yep see that's who was under the old woman makeup

Slow motion walking in the rain. An important part of any kdrama

Look at all those candles. I see he's decided to embrace the full brooding gothic stereotype by living in a candlelit mansion even though it clearly has electricity

Wow I hope she gets rescued from her terrible abusive family soon

Okay, this is cute

Rude

Yeah...these two need to bang

Oh my god do they live together now?

Well, this just got awkward

Just what every girl wants to hear from their guardian god

Well, that was way more fun than I was expecting. I just wish the episodes weren't so damn long. I'll watch another one tomorrow

#hils watches #hils watches goblin #hils watches kdramas #goblin #guardian: the lonely and great god #kdrama

[roboraindrop]

I do not know Fenn but I would like to! Handing you a free gush pass for whenever you want so I can learn more about your Guy

!!!!! Thank you for the gush pass :3c Sticking to canon, Fenn doesn't have much screentime. He's from one episode of an 80s drama- He's the best friend of the episode's one-off antagonist.

For canon background on this lovely man...

His best friend Eddie just got out of prison, and Fenn is there to pick him up. He tells him that he's throwing him a welcome home party, and got him a cake and everything! He also fixed up Eddie's apartment, got him some curtains and everything! He also saved up money for Eddie so that he could be comfortable while trying to find a straight job (That bit is me reading into it, but he does hand Eddie a wad of cash, and given Fenn's stance on things currently, I think he came by it honestly.) When they get back to the apartment, Fenn is so excited to party and celebrate Eddie's freedom! Eddie wants drugs, which Fenn denies him because "You just got out and you want stuff? That's a one-way ticket right back, man!" It's clear that he genuinely cares about Eddie and wants to see his best friend do good.

It's revealed later on that Eddie is terminally sick, and Fenn knows this. He watches his best friend grow weaker every day, and tries his best to help him. When it comes down to it though, that means hauling Eddie's anger-issues having ass out of trouble any chance he can. When Eddie decides he wants to get revenge on the guy who put him in jail, Fenn doesn't argue or try to talk him out of it; It's his dying wish. How could he say no? He helps by hooking Eddie up with a criminal connection from his past, but he doesn't stick around to be caught. It's revealed that Fenn spent two years in prison for an unknown offense, and has been trying really hard to go straight, himself. His only friend left from those days is Eddie, and even Eddie treats him like he's not fun anymore because he doesn't want to end up back in prison.

The guy Eddie is trying to get revenge on wants to meet with him and apologize, so they contact Fenn to set something civil up. Fenn does his best, but Eddie's anger gets pushed to the limit. He steals a gun from Fenn's van and goes to kill the guy- Instead, he ends up shooting Fenn who jumped up to try and stop him from doing something stupid. The last shot we see of Fenn, he's being cradled by the waitress of his favorite bar, who's calling his name in a panic.

So his canon story doesn't have a very happy ending. That's where I come in, though!

Fenn and I met back when I got a job at his favorite bar as a sort of lounge singer. I'd play piano and sing, and he would sit at the bar, mesmerized. Some creep had tried to hit on me and wouldn't take no for an answer, and Fenn managed to scare him off for me. We got to talking late that night when it was just us at the bar, he spilled to me about his best friend in prison, how he himself had a troubled past, and how hard he was trying to go straight. He and I bonded really hard over feeling like we were never doing good enough, but we found solace in one another. He credits me with giving him the push he needed that night to finally give up the bad life for good.

Eddie and I don't really get along, but we tolerate each other for Fenn's sake, because he's special to both of us. In this canon, after Fenn gets shot, he lives. I'm the one holding him, calling his name, getting him taken care of. The first thing he sees when he comes to is me, tearfully by his side the entire time.

After the hospital, I stayed to take care of him until he was back to feeling strong enough to care for himself. One of those long nights, we stayed up until sunrise, just talking. Holding each other's hands. Crying for Eddie, who was killed in the altercation. He promised to take me on a proper date once he's healed.

A few months down the line we were still living together, though he was more than capable of being on his own again. He simply didn't want to, and neither did I. He did take me on a date- several, in fact. We were almost inseparable for the few months after Eddie's death.

Fenn took me to a tree lighting in mid-November, where he proposed to me under the lights of the freshly decorated Christmas tree. We got to make ornaments to decorate the tree, and he wrote "Will you marry me?" on his. I wrote a big ol' "YES" on mine, and we hung them next to each other 🥰

#Fenn #long post #If anybody reads all if this. thank you fjdhskh #I love my sweetface so much.... #Romance in Recovery

[docholligay]

Your posts about being the one to host the things you want to go to always get me so fired up, but I live in a flat the size of a shoebox. Do you have any tips for hosting when you just don't have any space? I've tried picnics but I live somewhere with volatile weather and we were rained out 3 of 4 times. I don't want to wait some hypothetical amount of time until I can afford a place that can fit a dining table!

This is hard without seeing your place, because while its usually easy to figure something out when I can see the setup of a place, it’s really hard to do in theory. All spacious apartments are alike; each tiny shoebox is insane in its own way, and all that. 

But I think its important to remember that an event doesn’t necessarily need to be huge or grandiose to be fun! You can have 2 or 3 friends over to have a wine tasting and cheese night, which lends itself very well to small places. I actually recommends an afternoon tea as something that I’ve assembled using some cheap trays from Goodwill and making my bed up sort of like a day bed/couch situation for people to sit on! Cups of tea and little sandwiches are incredibly economical, and by going to thrift stores and picking together a few things over time, you can lend it a sort of occasion and drama that you wouldn’t assume you could get out of a tiny basement studio (“Studio”) 

Space is nice, do not misunderstand me! Very helpful in hosting, changes the kind of events you can have, but even small spaces can have small crowds. You don’t need to be a duke to have a festive occasion. 

You’re in the UK, by the sounds of the word “flat,” so I have literally no idea how it works there, but for those of y’all reading in the US, the parks systems have places you can rent, often for nominal or low cost! The park by my house has a little shelter you can reserve for free where people OFTEN hold birthday parties* and would be a great place to have a picnic-style event or…I don’t know, lawn bowling, or have a stupid roaring 20s croquet party where you’re pretending to be the nouveau riche. Possibilities are endless. 

Also! When I lived in a real shithole, I had a friend with a much nicer apartment, and she hated the work of hosting but loved the idea of having a party, so we split our invites and basically divided and conquered! She had the place, I came up with the menu and did all the cooking, we both helped with the dishes. It was an out of the box solution for both of us, that let us have a really great dinner party by playing to what the both of us had. 

*One time, I was running outside and I had a mile lap sent up in the neighborhood, so I kept running by the shelter, and every time I ran by this family having a big birthday party would whoop and cheer me on. When I finished, (after 8 laps) they insisted I come have a beer and some food. I love living in the Mexican neighborhood**, I don’t care what anyone says about it. 

**I live in “the Mexican neighborhood” which is not impressive in hispanic residents for, say, California, but for Montana is in fact the densest Mexican-heritage population in any city.

[canyonkingdom]

you're all going to hell

prologue: everyone's suspecting

tw: swearing (excessive, excessive, swearing)

They weren’t the rescue team anymore.

They’re completely different.

Their eyes glowed red, cunning smiles on their metal frames. They were ready for absolute destruction.

“You will all pay.”

Nighttime fell in Broomstown. A once joyous, lively town now on the brink of collapsing. The Broomstown Rescue Team had been saving lives left and right, never getting even the slightest bit of time for themselves. The stupidity of the citizens began to rub off of them. 

She was annoyed, to say the least. But the important thing is, they liked her inventions. The citizens would clammer in happiness to the sight of the rescue team, nothing but good things came out of their mouths.

She didn’t understand why she had to be the one stuck in the drama.

The outskirts of town were beautiful. Houses and shops strewn on the streets legibly, the right amount of grass pinned to the decoration sides. People were laughing,

they were happy.

She could feel the glow in their eyes disappear when they set eyes on her. Now glowing with disdain, a unaffectionate red glistening over their pupils. She could see that red everywhere she went. Even buying bread could get her cold remarks from the baker. 

She hated it.

What did she do to deserve the cold treatment from her town? Where she grew up, grew to love, grew to create life changing robocars that has potentially changed the town forever. Appreciation was all she wanted. A little “thank you” would satisfy her so much, but she only got panned, hated, villainized.

She denied everything. You can’t be guilty for something you haven’t done. Yet, they didn’t even consider her opinion, they didn’t even listen. They still stuck to the lies. No matter how many times she assured them that it was a fake newspaper clipping, they were all unwilling to hear her side. 

Idiots.

She didn’t need them in her life. Her robocars have been building their foundation, but they don’t even acknowledge her. She didn’t steal them, those lying freaks. Her original creations were what kept the town afloat, and they have the nerve to say that she stole them? 

They really were idiots.

“Murderer.”

A person inside a blue mailvan murmured, quickly driving away as soon as his eyes set on her.

You’re not scared, are you?

"I came across THE murderer."

Posty's words made everyone in the post office lock eyes with him.

"R- really?" Cleany stammered. His eyes were beaming, hungry for gossip.

"Yes, really! I never lie about this shit, y'know?" Posty clinked, sorting out his hands through the new mail.

"You're an idiot. She's not a murderer, you fuck!" Cap corrected aggressively, sighing at the end. "She's a thief. Learn your gossip, man."

"I'm not wrong, Cap!" Posty jotted back, turning around to face Cap's overly cocky face. "You've seen that old newspaper. She was eight! She's a fucking menace! She is capable of killing us all-"

"No! Don't mention that!" Cleany shouted, his voice quivering. "I'm not taking a- any chances to be scared of the outside. I- I literally clean for a living."

"Yeah, we also work on the outside too." Posty said blatantly. “If she hadn’t created Poli and the gang, our mayor would’ve locked her up real quick.”

“She didn’t create the rescue team, for fuck’s sake! They were from another town!” Cap chided, standing up and looking at Posty’s soulless eyes. 

“Can you two just s- shut up?” Cleany spoke up, polishing a long unused flask from the far corner of the post office. “Whatever she i- is, we should probably avoid her. She m- might, y’know…”

“That’s what i’m trying to say! The mayor should’ve put her to jail sooner!” 

The construction site wasn’t free from gossip either.

“What?!” The team shouted in unison, completely shocked.

“Posty told me she’s the daughter of a war criminal!” Bruner’s gleeful voice plagued the site. “The genes run through the family!”

“Come on, dude,” Dump griped, rolling his eyes. “You actually believe Posty? He’s trying to get attention-”

Bruner shoved a newspaper clipping in Dump’s face. “Eat shit, big guy.” 

Everyone else hovered over Dump’s shoulder, in utter bewilderment of the news. “Leader of a famed war clan is blessed with a beautiful daughter- oh, shit. They have the exact same name!” Mickey’s voice chirped, hovering over Bruner’s overly joyous face and the article. 

“That’s the point!” Bruner said gleefully, enjoying the fact that he was correct once again. (He was always correct, though). “No wonder she stole from inventors and murdered them all, she got it from her dad.”

Dump shaked his head and slapped the clipping on Poke’s face, earning a terrifying glare from him. “I’m not believing this. How can you guys be so certain?”

“Yeah! It's probably edited or something." Max chimed in, still slightly confused. “Uh, what else is there to this confusing mess?”

Bruner sighed and clicked his tongue. “I don’t know man, but I know we should probably avoid her.

She’s a monster.”

The dock was also splattered with gossip.

“Lifty, I’ve been hearing about this woman for four straight years now, and she’s still the talk of town.” Terry leered, groaning against the cemented walls. 

“It’s not my fault, everyone’s practically keeping it alive!” Lifty chided hesitantly, giving a wry smile. “The whole stealing and murdering thing didn’t sit well for me. I’m just kind of worried she’s still around to-” Lifty took a breather. “-to skedaddle in town with all the drama pinned to her, i’m surprised no one has done an investigation-”

“They already investigated her, you twit.” Terry disparaged the young worker. “I heard she paid the authorities to shut up about that shit.” he added.

“Yeah!” Leky’s voice seeped in the cargo room. “It was like a million, I think?” 

“Can you not join in their gossip session?” Lefy asked nicely, trying very hard not to shout at his brother. "We have work, thank you."

“I would rather listen.” Lety added in, peeking through the room, smiling at the two inside.

“Come back here, you fuck.” a hand, presumably Lefy’s, pulled Lety’s hair, enticing a scream from the youngest Crane triplet. 

She felt rage encapsulate her body.

Whenever she heard their irritating voices spout out her name, her legacy, she felt something snap. She always kept it tied to an extent, but the string is to brittle to continue.

You're all gonna die.

#robocar poli #robocar poli au #fanfic #robocar poli fanfic #some of the side characs are maybe ooc? #yeahhhh #this isn't a joke #anymore #guess who's gonna die lol