#just chillin a bit sadly
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having a silly moment of yume jealousy and idk how to deal with it honestly. mikey is so special to me, and seeing others with him romantically usually doesn't bother me (all that much) but atm its!!! oh i do not like it...ive made some yume moots on twt and they follow other mikey yumejoshi (i thought i had most blocked, guess not..)
anyway i feel ridiculous bc obv mikey isnt real, im not actually dating him (though it feels like i am with how intense my feelings are but that isnt the point here) i just love him so much!! and it makes the jealousy fire up...i dont like canonxcanon either so it doesnt matter who's with him if it isn't my sona i just AHGHHFHASFH
#this is a silly ven/t post i mean no harm do not come for me ok#im not the type to go yell at ppl for liking the same chara as me im in my lane and im chillin#just chillin a bit sadly#but im still chillin#yume tag#also wanna say idc that they follow 'doubles' i just dont wanna see it LOL
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Little punishment' huge package
: I'm back again with another one cause i'm bored as fuck so here ya'll bitches go
Let's say ony was one of those aggressive niggas
your ass better be his good girl or you'll be having a package growing inside of you for nine damn months
sadly your ass came in the house with the worst mood ever
enjoy your soon to be created package
Well you came in the house in a bad mood from you coworker constantly bothering you for random bullshit and then you manager that was pushing your ass around all day, and for ony as always he was chillin in his room playin CoD with his homeboys, connie and eren. as you make you way into the bedroom ony
greets you with "What the fuck yo! Why you walking up in here with that bad attitude!"
you just stand there like a idiot not really knowin what to do but you know one thing for sure you don't want to make the nigga upset. but your attitude gets in the way and you snap back
"You always sayin I walk around with a bad attitude!" you say with a snappy attitude.
ony looks at you and says "Because yo ass always walking around with a bad attitude now change your fuckin tone!"
you roll your eyes and reply with a "Okay"
ony stares at you with a angry look, "okay? as ony get up and walks towards you and pushes your ass on the wall
"I said change your tone. and don't you ever roll your eyes at me, bitch" he says
"Im sorry, babe" you say.
ony grabs your neck and puts a little bit of pressure, "Yo, when im talkin to you look at me, and if I tell yo ass to do somethin, you betta do that shit. Im your nigga not you bitch, got that?"
you nod yes
"good now take your clothes off" he says letting go of your neck.
"w-what" you ask confused as hell
"I said take your clothes off!" ony yells.
as you begin to take your clothes off you notice the boner on his pants, ony sits back down and plays his game, but not before yelling
"And take that shit off right, I dont need your ass strippin, and get over here"
as you take the rest of your clothes off, you slowly walk over to ony.
ony tells connie and eren that he'll be back and shuts the computer off, you stand there awkwardly with your clothes in hand, not knowing what to do with them. ony takes the clothes from you and throws them on the floor.
"Lay yo ass down on the bed" he says
"Okay" you say
as you lay down on the bed, ony begins to crawl on the bed until he's on top of you.
"So, I know why you walkin round with a bad attitude" ony says
"Why's that" you ask.
ony leans over to the drawer, opening it, taking something out, he leans back and reveals a bottle of lotion
"Because yo ass been so busy workin all the time and shit, and yo ass hasn't been givin me any attention"
"Babe, I can give you attention tonight if you want" you say
ony smirks and says "Too late now. But dont worry, your gonna get plenty of attention tonight"
as ony opens the bottle of lotion, he squeezes some on his hands.
"Now lay back and relax" he says as he squirts some lotion on your chest, you wince at the cold sensation,
ony spreads the lotion all over your chest, slowly rubbing the area around your nipples, ony notices the sudden rise of them
ony begins to pinch and pull at your nipples, he looks up and sees your face of pleasure,
"Damn, your enjoying this aint ya" he says,
"A little" you say with a moan
ony chuckles and starts sucking on your left nipple, his hands start to wonder, one goes to your waist while the other rubs you through your panties.
you moan loudly at the feeling, the way ony rubs his hand against your womanhood and the feeling of his tongue and teeth teasing your nipple
"b-babe.." you moan,
ony looks up and sees the look of pleasure on your face, he then starts to bite and lick his way to your other nipple,
"Babe..I want you inside me" you moan
"Your gonna have to wait" he says
"b-but babe.." you moan
ony pulls away and looks at you
"You wanna get fucked so bad? I bet you been cravin a big dick in yo pussy all day"
you shake your head yes
"But your ass been so bad today, that you dont deserve it"
"Please, baby" you moan.
ony looks at the state of your body, he then pulls your panties off and spreads your legs,
"I guess since your beggin so hard, I can reward you" he says
"Thank yo--Ahhh!" you yell as ony slides a finger in your pussy
"Damn, your soaked" ony says with a smirk,
"Shut up" you moan
ony laughs and starts sliding his fingers in and out, the lewd noises fill the room, and your moans follow suit,
ony watches your reaction to his fingers, "damn, yo ass is suckin my fingers up so hard"
you close your eyes and try to focus on the feeling of his fingers inside you, but then your eyes shoot open as soon as ony inserts another finger in.
ony smiles at the look of pleasure on your face.
"Do you like that, bitch" he asks.
"Y-yes" you moan
ony laughs and starts fingering you faster, watching you squirm around.
"I wanna see you fuck yourself on my fingers"
you begin to thrust your hips up, and moan as soon as you feel the tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot.
ony smiles and starts to rub your clit, making you moan louder,
"B-babe..im cumming!" you yell.
ony smiles and starts going harder, and not long after, you squirt all over his fingers,
"Damn, you just squirted all over my fingers" he says as he watches your pussy contract,
you moan loudly, and catch your breath
"You enjoy that?" ony asks.
"Yeah" you say with a smile,
ony grabs the bottle of lotion, "good. Now im gonna fuck the shit outta you"
you smile and spread your legs, and watch as ony squeezes more lotion on his hand.
ony strokes his dick with lotion, making his dick nice and slick.
he then spreads the remaining lotion all over your pussy and inserts himself in.
"Fuuuccckkk" ony moans as he slides into your pussy.
"Oh god" you moan
"damn" ony says as he slides deeper
"Fuck" you say.
ony then grabs you legs and throws them over his shoulder, "now imma fuck the shit out of you"
ony begins to thrust hard and deep, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you enjoy the feeling of his dick going deep in your pussy,
"Shit" ony moans,
ony picks up his pace and starts going faster and faster, and soon you find yourself cumming.
"O-ony, I'm c-cumming" you say.
ony smirks and starts going faster and soon your squirting everywhere,
"You like that shit, bitch?" he asks
"Yes!" you moan
ony keeps pounding and not long after he's cumming as well.
"Fuck" ony moans as he finishes his nut.
he then pulls out and lays down next to you.
"Damn, that was good" you say,
ony smiles, "yeah, but yo ass is still bein punished"
you laugh and say "oh shit, what is it?"
ony smirks "you gotta clean this up and we gonna cuddle for a bit"
you laugh and say "Okay, I love you"
"I love you too" ony says
*time skip to a few weeks after you little punishment and your little package is growing in your stomach even more*
"Bitch, Im gonna kill yo ass"
"Oh god.." you think to yourself,
ony walks up behind you and turns you around,
"What did I say about being late and shit"
"Im sorry" you say.
ony smirks and puts his hand on your stomach.
"Yo, how the fuck are you only two weeks pregnant, and yo ass already lookin like your about to pop?"
"Shut up" you say.
ony smiles and starts rubbing your stomach.
"I cant wait to meet her" he says.
you smile and rub his hand.
"I love you"
"I love you too" ony says.
#onyankopon smut#aot smut#aot x black reader#onyankopon x black y/n#ony x black reader#onyankopon texts#smut#fypシ#smut fic
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LOOK AT THE PLUSHY
LOOK AT THEM
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I was like- having such a bad day like. ptsd episodes, panik and allhat
and- and the reveal of those-
plushies
just cheered me up a lil' bit and im happy
AWWN THEY EVEN COME UP WITH MINECRAFT ITEMS TOO
LOOK AT RUBENNNNNNNNNNNNNN
AAAAAAAAAAA I WANT THEM
couldn't forget them!, of course
they are chillin
i worship their friendship
i need the whole collection, but i don't think i have enough money for it
so i'll just.... buy my fav character then.... i wanted them all tho;'(
look at them
hugging the pencil
i love them
i want them
i wanna hug them
they all genuinely look so huggable
they are literally my comfort characters. i need the whole collection so my life would be complete and safe and sound
sighhh I wanted Dark and Chosen and Purple and MT and Victim to be here, too. But sadly they aren't. Awn.... (I would love some Mercs plushies too tbh lol)
ANYWAYS THIS WILL BE MY CHRISTMAS GIFT OR ELSE IM NAMING MYSELF OOGABOOGA/hj
Welp! I think that's it..? xD
Cya ~ !𐡘 𐡘♡
#animation vs animator#animation vs minecraft#ava#avm#alan becker#I LOVE THEM SM#TAKE MY MONEY AND GIMME#have a good day!#have a good afternoon!#have a good evening!#have a good night!#( *︾▽︾)#𐡘 𐡘♡
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playing sky cotl: its fun! very cute very very cute! kinda sad a little bit maybe? unsure. cant tell whats happening half the time but i like it.
trial of fire can die in a hole though. eden? i can figure that out probably, trial of fire though? spent like an hour on that shit and had to quit on the third level because i just could not fucking do it. i tried and tried and tried and no matter what, those stupid fuckin shadow shits got me.
i dont usually like games where you lose all ypur like. abilities and then have to start over? but sky is okay because its super cute and im having a fun time just going along collecting candles. i keep that surely ive seen every sub section, right? and then i find a new one to look at and i go "ough- pretty..."
my sibling has lovingly named the Krill "growlers" so if you see me talking about the growlers, im talling about the searchlight boys.
im having fun :) im broke as fuck though so i dont have any cool cosmetics or anything, im just chillin.
i keep naming my friends silly things. we got Bandit and Storm and Lightbulb and Sprinkler... theres a few more i just dont rember rn. i nicknamed someone trinket bc we were doing eden together but they never befriended me so i didnt actually get to name them sadly. rip trinket, im sorry i let you die 😔
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Hello my friend how are you doing this fine Sunday night. Or maybe not so fine where you are, sadly? Tell us about something that made you happy this weekend, and how things are tonight, if you like
I'm actually fine, thank you! It's Extremely Wet but we're on a hill and yesterday I bought in extra supplies (pizza and trays of Mexican rice and refried beans for the big critters, greens for the smol 🦎) so we don't need to go out or anything. Power is a bit unstable but other than that I'm just chillin'. Also just did my T shot, haha
And I like rain. I definitely feel for the people in the cities that are flooding right now, but here things are all right. First thing I did when I woke up was open the window and take a Big Snif of the petrichor, like a dragon do. That in itself was very nice.
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DaveFarts - Episode 21 “No Fart Run”[Episode List]
After having a couple of beers, Tim challenges Dave to do a “no death” run on a particularly hard and fast-paced game. He gladly accepts the challenge, on the condition that Tim has to watch the entire run… while having his head dangerously close to Dave’s denim ass.
POV: Tim
No Fart Run
“…and the last one of our so-called friends just ditched us for, I quote, Leopardy!” I said, reading a message on my phone, commenting our bud Adam’s excuse for not wanting do anything tonight, Friday night, of all days.
Since the original plan was going out, Dave was wearing a grey t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, whereas I had a white t-shirt and some sweatpants on, ‘cause I knew our buds were gonna ditch us at the last second so I didn’t even bother to change into something more appropriate for going out.
Truth to be told, there was a shitty weather outside and we all didn’t have anything big planned anyway, just a beer together at the usual place, as a way to wash the busy week away with some alcohol. To be honest, I don’t mind being at home, but I’m still going to make fun of everyone for being this lazy (though Leopardy! is that good, yes, I said it), despite being the king of lazy people myself.
My friend and roommate Dave wasn’t any less lazy than me, so yes we were both not-so-secretly relieved that we were going to spend the night at home just chillin’ and resting, so much so that as I read Adam’s message to my roomie, he immediately threw a can of beer at me. We had a good laugh about our “synchronized laziness” (in the form of mild alcoholism apparently), and we just headed for our beloved couch in the living room, discussing on what trashy movie we could watch together.
“Maybe Dana can join us.” I suggested.
“Oh. Am I not enough for you?” Dave said, jokingly offended.
“Sadly, no. Daddy’s hungry…” I replied, sounding as dumb as him.
He looked at me unimpressed. “Dana’s not in town anyway. That means you’re all mine.”
We both took a sip of beer and sat on the couch, Dave putting his feet on the coffee table in front of us. The TV was ON so we just mindlessly watched it while commenting the images on the screen, with my roomie sometimes replying with a very mature belch. We were just chillin’, we didn’t even need to put a trashy move on since almost all TV was trash anyway (except for Leopardy!, I must agree).
“By the way.” I said, changing the subject of our symposium. “I almost finished RunGun without dying.”
Calm down, ladies and gentlemen.
Both me and Dave are avid gamers, each of us having a particular set of skills. Maybe I shouldn’t even brag about this but we are pretty good, the bro sitting next to me especially.
RunGun is a deceptively simple game running on the fairly recent Play 4 (my main gaming console, which I brought here from my previous apartment), and it’s one of those “hard to master”, addicting, fast-paced platformers, you know the ones, with some shoot’em up elements thrown into it. It’s retro but also modern and we both enjoy it a lot, unsurprisingly. It’s not long, but it provides a tense challenge (just like my dick -this was a joke, laugh).
While we did beat the game and got an ending, we’ve both been trying to finish it as fast and as flawlessly as possible. However, being busy with our respective lives and jobs makes it hard to practice as much as we would have normally done with games like these.
“I’m impressed!” Dave replied, taking a big sip of beer, his way to propose a toast I guess. “Me too, actually. There’s a tricky saw cutter section in the final level that always gets me. And the boss is pretty tough too.”
Of course that implies that Dave only died in the final level, whereas I died a couple of times through the game, AND in the final level. As I said, he’s often a bit better than me.
“Well, I’m the one who’s impressed.” it was my turn to drink some beer in honour of someone’s skills.
“I think I can beat it with just a bit more practice. It’s doable.” he then said, reaching for the white gamepad on the coffee table, turning the console ON.
Looks like we were going to have a good old gaming night just the two of us, as it’s not like we had anything better to do, despite drinking. My mind went to the night Dave found out about my fart kink, in the worst (or best?) possible way. A night that was actually similar to this one, as it all happened while we were gaming.
It was almost one year ago and we weren’t even roommates back then; time sure flies!
“You go first, handsome.” he said, handing the gamepad to me. “Let’s see those skills in action.”
As good as I am, I do tend to get a bit nervous when I do something while someone watches, even gaming sadly, but it’s all good. It’s just Dave, and RunGun, with all of its difficulty spikes (and, often, literally spikes), was all about memory so I wasn’t gonna embarrass myself too much.
I breezed through the first few levels, easily defeating the mobs and the main bosses, even achieving some new personal records in the process; Dave occasionally complimented my skills and, while still making fun of me, was genuinely interested in seeing me pulling off the infamous “no death” run we were both trying to achieve.
“I swear if you dodge that giant hammer I’m gonna suck you off.” he joked.
Indeed, I dodged that and the rest of the level’s hazards quite easily, which prompted Dave to leap towards me to reach for my crotch (without actually touching it), his very mature way to root for me. He quickly resumed his previous position on the couch and kept watching.
For the last couple of levels I played much more carefully, occasionally getting hit (you have a couple of HPs luckily).
“Here come the fuckin’ saws…” I said, referring to the hazards my bro mentioned earlier.
I was sweating. Those circular blades were pretty common obstacles in the game, but in the final level they moved in different, disorienting patterns which would easily confuse anyone, kind of unfair game design we’re sure.
“You gotta jump over that one!”
“What do you think I’m trying to do?!”
Things got unsurprisingly tense indeed.
But despite doing my best… the game made the “DEAD :(” screen flash on the screen, before quickly re-loading to the last checkpoint. The saw cutter right before the final boss got me. Jumping over that is NOT the solution…
“Fuck!” I said, frustrated but oddly relieved that it was over.
It’s a short game if you speedrun through it as I said, but ~20 minutes felt like hours.
“I need another beer. Want some?” I said, standing up and heading to the kitchen, before waiting for the obvious answer, which came in the form of a “Yes.” said through a loud belch.
“That was a good run, man.” I heard Dave normally say from the other room. “Well, up until you failed miserably.”
I laughed. “Only one death, bro.”
I came back with alcohol; sat next to him and handed him a can of beer. We both took a sip.
“Impressive! But shouldn’t the death counter say zero?” he mocked me.
“Oh you wanna compare our death counters?” I played along, navigating the game menu.
Indeed, the counter had Dave at 3 deaths while I only had 1.
“Ohhh you actually went there. You grew a pair. In your 20s!” he said, laughing. “Congratulations, such a late-bloomer.”
“Shut up and swallow the truth.” I flexed.
“Shut up and pull my finger.”
Why do I even flex when I’m a guy who’s getting farted on by my bro… and enjoys it?!
Dave extended his arm to me so I could pull his index finger, knowing exactly that it was a low blow, as I went silent immediately, a reaction that made him laugh.
“Ohhh you’re done talking now?” he mocked me, with a smirk. He wasn’t being malicious of course. “I’ll just pull it myself…”
And he did. Dave was sitting on the other side of the couch with his legs resting on the coffe table (his feet sporting a pair of surprisingly colorful socks), one stretched, one bent, so I could see a good portion of his loose denim ass, which I actually managed to ignore until now. Indeed a fart came out the moment he pulled his own finger, and it was as loud as they come, not very long though. It did sound (and reek) powered by beer, but my bro is always gassy and I’m sure that the mere act of breathing is fuel for his blasts.
“See? That’s the one thing you’re good at!” I promptly said, commenting the fart, still making fun of his death counter.
“Oh you know what?” that smirk again. “Give me that thing.” he reached for the gamepad and started a new run.
“Challenge accepted?” I remarked.
“Watch and learn.” he then turned to me, before actually starting a new run. “Also…”
Dave adjusted his position on the couch, without taking his feet and legs off the small table. He bent his left leg (the one closer to me) up a bit more and pulled his ass back a few inches.
“You’re getting front row tickets.” he laughed.
To my surprise, he gestured towards his bent leg, literally inviting me to, well, squeeze my head under it so my face would end up in front of his denim ass. What the fuck.
“W-what?” I stuttered. As usual, Dave simply laughed at my awkwardness.
“Come on: it’s a win-win scenario for you.”
I both love and hate how Dave is so chill and comfortable around my kink and I do wonder what he actually meant with that. He lifted his left leg up a bit more, his way to insist with his… peculiar invitation, and to ease my way in.
Speechless, I simply obeyed. I lied down towards my bud, squeezed my head under his leg and as expected I ended up in front of that wall of jeans, directly facing the blue denim fabric around my bro’s powerful ass. The stench from his previous rip was still somewhat there, but I tried not to inhale too much. His ass was overwhelming to me in that pose, but I could still see Dave’s face however, staring down at me, trying his best not to laugh.
How is he letting me do this is beyond me, but I appreciated.
“Bro, the game’s the other way.” he simply said, with a smirk. “Contain your thirst.”
Damn, I felt so stupid, but in my defense… anyone would be awkward around my bro sometimes: he being so chill and open-minded is… disorienting, much like the late-game hazards of RunGun.
Without saying anything to further embarrass myself, I turned around, facing the opposite direction. Despite being with my head under Dave’s leg, I still had a good view of the TV, right beyond my bro’s feet resting on the table, which wasn’t tall enough to block my view. So there I was, lying on the couch, with the back of my head brushing against Dave’s denim ass. I wouldn’t compare this situation to “getting a front-row ticket”, but I guess I deserve this.
If I truly had to watch his entire run like this, that meant that I was gonna have my head dangerously close to his ass for the next 20~ minutes, a treat and threat at the same time!
“By the way, if I get a Game Over, you get blasted.” he stated. I could sense his usual smirk through his words.
I don’t like this gimmick. Dave was good at the game so I couldn’t rule out that he was gonna die on purpose just to mess with me. So here I was in the tense in situation in which, on one hand, I was rooting for him to beat the game flawlessly… on the other, and I know this will make me sound indeed thirsty… I did want him to blast me.
Nonetheless, I watched my friend playing as if that was the most normal situation we both ever experienced. Just like me, he breezed through the first couple of levels, even faster than me, but each 2-3 levels you gotta face a boss: they’re mostly pushovers but when you’re in a rush, they can and will kill you instantly.
Dave was really good at RunGun and this first boss acts as a filter for most gamers. This giant enemy crab (a reference to a certain meme I’m sure) was actually fairly easy once you knew how to face it, but it still could cast one particular attack that was almost impossible to dodge… and indeed it was gonna do it, charging his laser beam.
“Get on the right side of the arena, quick!” I suggested, ‘cause I knew there was a safe spot there.
Dave laughed. “Sorry dude, from my point of view it looked like the voice came straight out of my ass.”
I mean… he’s not wrong. Either way, my bro followed his butt’s suggestion and indeed he ended up winning the fight fast, easily and unscratched. A portal for the next world appeared, but before Dave could step into it I noticed him lifting his left leg in real life.
I braced for impact. He didn’t die but of course he was still gonna blast me one way or another. I even closed my eyes, but the sound I heard were not the ones of a fart being ripped… but rather one being sucked in.
He could fart on command, something that he doesn’t do often but I guess he wanted to showoff so, still facing away from his denim ass, I once again expected my entire head to be blasted by one of my bro’s farts.
But once again, after a couple of seconds of air being sucked in, nothing came out. The leg went down as it was before, and Dave resumed playing as if nothing happened.
What kind of mind tricks was he playing?! He sucked air in, so I knew there was a fart brewing right behind me. I felt like there was some wild, dangerous beast waiting to land a surprise attack on me, but I tried to focus on the game and, truth to be told, Dave’s skills were a sight to behold.
He was fast, he had great reflexes, he practiced a lot but he was so good I couldn’t help to compliment the way he was speedrunning through the game, while occasionally making fun of how lucky he was being, something that he reluctantly admitted.
Boss #2, some kind of giant evil butterfly, but honestly a cakewalk for both of us.
“World 3 already, no deaths. Scared, Tim?” he jokingly asked.
I turned around to face him… well, in theory, as I was facing his denim ass instead, but before I could properly respond, he lifted his leg again. I ended up with my nose being tickled by the fabric of his denim as more air was being sucked in: a weird sensation, but I was surprised. Dave looked down at me with a silly smile, as if he too had no idea what was gonna happen next. I wanted to ask, but again, his leg went down. He then pointed at the TV, so I faced the other way, my eyes once again glued on RunGun.
But I wasn’t very focused this time.
I could sense his ass behind me being, well, charged. I swear I could hear the gas he sucked in trying to come out, like a dormant volcano reaching its breaking point; and after Boss #3 went down, I heard more air being swallowed by my friend’s ass, thus confirming the pattern I was suspecting: Dave was gonna suck more and more air in each time he’d beat a boss… and there are 8 of them.
Dave was playing RunGun… but he was also playing a mind game with me I swear. For me this was like an endurance test of some sorts: I really wanted him to win the game without dying but at the same I couldn’t help but to be eager to hear what the fart he was charging up sounded like.
My heart started racing fasted as he defeated yet another boss… while having only 1HP left!
“Oof. That was close, ammirite?” he said, laughing. What a teasing bastard (but I cannot complain)!
He moved a bit, just to nudge the back of my head with his ass.
“What’s the matter, Tim? Is something bothering you? Why don’t you turn around and tell me ahah?”
Again, my roommate wasn’t being malicious in any way, but at this point he was clearly amused by the whole situation: I knew that he was brewing a big one, just like he knew that I wanted him to blast me with that. I guess that teasing me was something that he found hilarious, and given my awkwardness and how admittedly weird my kink is, I couldn’t blame him.
More bosses went down, and more and more air got sucked in by the ass behind me. How Dave managed to store all of that gas was beyond me. He didn’t even flinch, he was holding it in like a pro. And a pro indeed he was at RunGun as well, as he finally reached the final world.
He adjusted his position a bit, as if I wasn’t even there, because shit got serious.
“Alright, if you got any suggestion I’m willing to listen.” he said, while sprinting through the level.
I fully paid attention to the game this time, the scar of my previous defeat still hurting. Dave dodged a dozen of saw blades but he was clearly having a hard time now: that final series of hazards would make anyone sweat.
“Listen to me, listen to your ass!” I joked, referencing what he said before. “If you want to dodge that fucking final blade, don’t jump above it: run under it as it falls.”
“That’s crazy…” he paused for a moment, his character on the screen doing the same. “I’m gonna do it. If I lose it’s your fault.”
“You’re not going to, trust me!”
This was one of the most tense moments in our lives (yes, sad lives). My bro displayed once again an impressive set of skills but he did follow my suggestion… and he beat the level. I was kind of mad that I didn’t think of doing that during my run, but I was happy that he reached the final boss. It was hard, but nothing compared to the level before it.
“FUCK YEEEEES” we both yelled as the boss went down, because we’re very mature adult men.
The arena was empty and one last, bigger, more eventful portal appeared. We… well, he did it, he successfully finished a “no death” run of RunGun, something that we tried to do for weeks. I was smiling like an idiot.
And respecting the established pattern, Dave sucked more air in, this time for dozens of seconds.
I actually tried to move my head away but his leg held me in position.
I didn’t understand, so I turned around to face him and his ass, after he finished charging up.
“Dude. You didn’t die once!” I said. “You don’t have to do it.”
He just laughed. “Who said anything about dying?”
I faced the TV again and… “Game Over” was written on the screen. And then I remembered: that text would appear even if you successfully finish game. Bunch of bastards, both Dave and the game.
I slowly turned around, as if I was heading for a death sentence… and given what that ass had in store for me, what my bro was capable of when it came to farting… that would very well be the case. My entire face was again overwhelmed by that wall of denim, the dark blue fabric tickling my nose. Dave had that silly smirk drawn on his face, staring down at me: this was both a treat and a revenge.
“Looks like I’m good at both, dude.” he stated, holding his gamepad up so I could see it. “So…” he then said, while extending his arm to me. “Are you gonna pull my finger now?” he laughed.
I wasn’t really in the position to do that, as I was lying down with my face planted in his ass.
“You know what? I’ll just do it myself again, tsk.”
And then I felt him push, his denim ass in front of me getting even closer. This time I didn’t have to brace for the impact, because the beast did land its surprise attack in the end.
A thunder, a sudden thunder, that’s how I can describe it. Imagine a deep-sounding fart stock sound, only louder, manlier, prouder. I’m surprised his jeans could withstand such force of nature. My head was shaking and the blast almost forced me to close my eyes, but I didn’t want to, I wanted to see that beautiful sight of my friend’s denim ass. Dave’s facial expression was the one of someone visibly ripping a powerful, hard-to-tame fart, because that’s what it was: my bro was the fart master but this time even he had a hard time containing such an enormous blast in; after all, he sucked so much air that I’m surprised his ass didn’t explode before.
And speaking of hard, I too had a hard time containing something in: unlike Dave’s ass, my dick was gonna explode for sure. I instinctively rubbed the tent I pitched in my sweatpants against on the couch, effectively having a sexual intercourse with Dave’s fart.
I didn’t know how much time passed: 10 seconds? 20 seconds? The fart was still going strong and the more it kept going, the more I planted my face into my friend’s ass, fully embracing the literal vibrations through the denim. The stench was there, I’m sure it was a mixture of natural beer farts and on-command ones, and the sound reflected that mixture, as the impressive display of flatulence sounded both “meat-y” and “air-y”. With Dave around you have no choice but to get good at distinguishing what kind of farts he’s ripping, regardless of the kink.
The fart was deep-sounding but for a couple of seconds it went higher-pitched and even louder, to which Dave reacted with a genuinely surprised look, while still trying hard not to laugh like an idiot.
40 seconds perhaps? I swear this was Dave’s longest fart since he found out about my fetish. I felt completely overwhelmed as my sweaty face was basically now almost under that roaring ass, the fart messing with my eardrums and making my entire head shake due to its sheer power.
I’ll never be thankful enough to our buds for ditching us at the last second, considering this was the direct result of a lazy Friday night, turned into a beer-fueled gaming night. But I guess Dave didn’t mind either, as this was amusing to him. I was so thankful to him for accepting me but I would have never thought that he’d be this chill, and go this far to just, well, destroy my face with his well-known farts.
Probably one minute passed and, once again proving how far my friend would go, he lifted his ass, without interrupting the continuous long fart, and simply sat on my entire head, all while the blast kept going.
His ass was basically smothering me now, but dear God this was an incredible experience. I was sweating and the hot fart coming from Dave’s ass didn’t help at all, not counting how the fabric of his jeans was warm and rough. I just let my bro fully crush me, as my face was becoming one with the couch under Dave’s weight.
After 20 more seconds, the fart seemingly started to lose some power, but it wasn’t over yet: it wasn’t as loud as before but I felt Dave pushing harder, as if he wanted to make sure he ripped every particle of gas he sucked in, making the fart as last long as he could in the process.
The smell was almost unbearable now, further proof that whatever was being ripped all over me was a mix of natural gas and on command. I love how this started as a chill, deathless speedrun of RunGun, and now here I mean, technically trying not to die in real life under my friend’s denim ass, getting blasted by the longest fart I ever heard. And I also heard Dave laugh as he leaned a bit, amused by how much he was farting himself.
“Almost done man…” he muttered, but I could barely hear him over the sounds his ass was making.
He pushed more and more, slowly leaning to ease the remaining gas out. I was covered in sweat and my nostrils were burning. Saying “this is hot” is an understatement: I felt lucky, really lucky, to have my bro do this to me. I stared at that jeans ass still erupting the fart out, closely inspecting the seams and textures of the fabric: how much time, in the last year, I spent my time here, under or in front of Dave’s ass? We definitely need a fart counter more than a death one.
Dave finally resumed his previous pose, stretching his legs on the table, not sitting directly on my head anymore, and lifted his left leg to finally let me go, but not before pushing hard one last time, ending his impressive fart with a loud, long toot.
Finally, silence.
“…wait!”
Incredibly enough, Dave managed to rip yet another, one last loud fart, but at this point my ears were so used to that sound that it felt like the natural continuation of the previous one, which probably was anyway. 7 more seconds and finally, at long last, that impressive display of manly gas ended. I swear it probably lasted around 3 minutes, it’s incredible.
I carefully moved my head away now, with my friend letting me go, no legs holding me down this time. I could catch a glimpse of Dave’s usual smirk: he was just proud of his own skills, both at the game and as a farter. I guess he wanted to teach me a lesson after I made fun of him, like a real bro would do after all.
“I don’t know if I should thank you or not at this point.” I sincerely said, smiling, as I sat on my side of the couch.
Dave carried on as if nothing weird happened between us. “You should be thankful I let you survive that.” he joked, rightfully bragging about his fart skills. “And that I’m not making fun of your death count of course.”
“Yeah… I think I completely lost any bragging rights tonight.” we both had a good laugh.
“Well, you’re still the gayest person in the room.”
“Says the guy who lets plant my face in his ass.” I sounded snarky, but it’s a miracle I wasn’t a stuttering mess saying this.
“Another thing you should be thankful for!” he laughed at my comment, throwing his empty can of beer at me.
“I’m gonna get some more.”
I didn’t even try to hide my boner this time. I was indeed simply thankful that Dave was so chill, maybe too much, if that’s even possible. As I opened the fridge to get more beers, enjoying the cold breeze, I heard my bro talking from the other room.
“Well, would you look at that…” he said, probably checking something on his phone. “They’re gonna make RunGun 2!”
His comment was followed by a quick, short and loud fart which, given what I just experienced, definitely sounded like a treat.
And I couldn’t be more thankful indeed.
End of Episode 21
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(idea anon) prompt: Vanessa introduces Gregory to her pet rabbit, Vanny
Probably not what you had in mind, friend, but I’m pleased with the result. This one’s very AU-y where everything’s nice and not murderous. Mild warning for some vague worries about a pet being hurt, but nothing comes of it.
Bun on the Run
She should’ve known this would be a bad idea. But nooo, Vanessa just had to agree out of some misplaced optimism. She just had to want to make more friends among the day-shifters.
She peered over the top mezzanine’s railing, hoping one of her coworkers would wave to her with good news. Sadly, the chaos down in the atrium was no more resolved than it was ten minutes ago when it started.
Bring Your Pet To Work Day was a bit of a misnomer, considering no one actually on the clock brought their pet. Only the employees who weren’t scheduled during the event did, and they were compensated for their troubles by an employee-only buffet in the main lounge. It wasn’t a bad deal, especially since the ’plex partnered with some local animal shelters to promote pet adoption.
Between the buffet and the lure of getting to know some of her coworkers better, Vanessa had signed up to bring Vanny, her sweet little bunny. And things had been going fine. Better than fine! The various pets gathered in the atrium were getting along, kids were having a blast petting them, and the animal shelters’ information stands were receiving steady streams of interested parents.
And then some brat thought it’d be funny to whip out an air horn.
In the chaos of startled animals and people, with all sorts of beasts running amok, Vanny spasmed right out of Vanessa’s arms, darted between the two preteens cooing over her, and vanished. And now Vanessa was frantically trying to find a bunny smaller than a loaf of bread in the crowded, loud, bustling ’plex.
She wasn’t the only one trying to wrangle her wayward pet, but hers was one of the smallest to have been lost in the confusion. Most of the hamsters and ferrets had ducked into pockets or down shirt collars, not hopped off the face of the earth.
Vanessa kept her eyes on the floor as she speed-walked around, only looking up to ask passersby if they’d seen a bunny on the loose. She desperately hoped the person who swore he’d seen a rabbit on the escalator was wrong and that Vanny hadn’t gone so far. The atrium had been decently guarded, but there were so many rooms and halls up on the mezzanines. So many places a bunny could hide or get lost in.
Just as she was about to give up hope, she caught sight of movement past the shifting curtain of a photo booth. Most wouldn’t have noticed, and it was only because she was used to keeping a keen eye out for people trying to hide in the ’plex past closing that it registered. Something in her gut pinged, and she wasn’t in the business of ignoring her gut.
When Vanessa nudged the curtain back to peek inside, she was’t entirely sure what she was expecting. But it wasn’t a kid sitting sideways on the bench with Vanny in his lap, gently murmuring and petting her.
The sigh of relief she heaved was completely involuntary, and it caught the kid’s attention. He narrowed his eyes at her, probably annoyed about the intrusion, but it cleared as he eyed her uniform.
“She yours?” he asked, nodding at Vanny.
“Yeah,” Vanessa said, sliding the curtain open a bit more. “Little escape artist. She didn’t bite you, did she?”
Vanny was a sweetheart—most of the time. But when she wasn’t… well. Her last boyfriend had needed stitches, and let’s leave it at that.
The kid shook his head. “Nah, we’ve just been chillin’. Think she was trying to escape from that racket down there.”
Crouching beside the booth’s seat, Vanessa stroked down Vanny’s back. “Can’t blame her. I hope the air horn kid gets banned for that stunt.”
“The jerk,” the boy muttered in agreement. “What’s her name?”
“Vanny. What’s yours?”
“Gregory.” He grinned. “What’s yours?”
Rolling her eyes, she answered, “Vanessa. Got any gerbils in your pocket to keep the game going?”
“Unfortunately, I left my lizards at home.” Gregory snorted. “I guess it’s not just true that pets look like their owners, huh? Gotta have the same name as ’em too.”
“Oh, shush.” Vanessa jabbed at his side, though not hard enough to disturb Vanny, who seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep. “Thanks for keeping on eye on her, though.”
She tried to shake away the worst case scenarios she’d been desperately trying not to entertain during her search. Vanny getting trampled, getting caught by a dog, getting lost in the maze of hallways, getting stolen by some stranger…
Instead, she was all tucked up, safe and sound and out of sight. Gregory might be a stranger himself, but Vanessa didn’t get the sense that he’d been planning on keeping Vanny, just watching over her while she calmed down.
“No problem,” Gregory said cheerfully, aiding in the transfer of bunny from his stomach to her arms. “My next door neighbor lets me pet-sit his bunnies, so I know what it looks like when one’s having a bad time. I couldn’t just leave her to freak out even more.”
They left the photo booth, and Vanessa cringed when she looked down into the atrium. Though calmer, the peace had yet to fully return. She didn’t really want to bring Vanny back down into the mess, and besides, Gregory deserved a reward for his heroic acts of bunny rescuing.
“Any interest in sneaking into the employee lounge for free food while everyone’s busy down there?” she asked.
“Heck yeah,” Gregory said, grinning. “I love sneaking into places I shouldn’t be.”
Vanessa turned her back on the cacophony downstairs without remorse, and together, the three of them headed off to an early lunch.
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Some sketches for a comic I want to create based on my wife’s childhood in Mexico called the Baby Ham chronicles. So long story short, my wife as a child looked a lot like the kid actress, Scout from the old movie “To kill a mockingbird.” For those of you who haven’t seen it; Scout made her own Halloween costume in the movie which was a giant ham that fit over her whole body with just an oval cut out for her eyes. And the only decoration on it was the word HAM written across the front. And boom… my wife as a baby has become know as Baby Ham in our household (mainly just by me). And so goes the origin story of the baby ham chronicles, a bilingual webcomic I really want to make one day.
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Frame 1: a sketch of my wife’s real baby picture for reference but with a little wardrobe update.
Frame 2: this is something my wife would literally say to her friends as the take charge, leader of her kid group, “sigame los buenos” which basically translates into “the good ones, follow me.” (Btw she is from a small town in Mexico hence the Spanish)
Frame 3: baby ham and her little bro walking through the old streets of Parral Mx as 4 and 5 year olds running errands for their mom. (Walking alone as a kid was common in those days and the small town was super safe)
Frame 4: baby ham had an entrepreneurial spirit (still does) and realized she could make money selling stickers, chocolates, pencils and tazos to the other kids at school. So when asked to go buy 2 kilos of tortillas for the household she would ask for slightly less and pocket a peso for herself to reinvest in her merch (literally).
Frame 5: baby ham chillin playin some tazos!
Frame 6: random scene not from her childhood but literally dressed like my wife one day on her way to the airport
Frame 7: baby ham standing up to one of her bigger bullies and slapping her across the face. So sadly my wife was teased quite a bit about her ears and it gave her a real complex. Story has it that she slapped a few girls actually and usually for talking shit about her and making up rumors. She has a pretty strong moral compass especially when it comes to telling the truth so lies did not sit well with baby ham.
*** And that’s it for now… just refining my style a bit and playing around with perspectives. But I hope to have a web comic posting someday soon. Let me know what you think and thanks for reading!
#art#design#journaling#creators on tumblr#culture#books libraries#illustration#sketchbook#sketch#comic#webcomic#to kill a mockingbird#drawing#storyboard#parral#mexico#bilingual
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Class Favorites: Albums That Needed More Attention Before They Could Of Made My Favorites List.
I almost forgot this post, but I couldn’t close out Akward Class Favorites without mentioning these albums as well, so here we go.
PS: Apparently I had a lot to say about albums I didn’t listen to enough. Also all these albums came out in 2022.
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I Went To Hell And Back - As It Is
I bought a special signed pink cover copy of this album and loved it every time I’ve listened, however I just didn’t listen to it enough. I could call this album a 2022 favorite of mine from first listen and I thought about doing that, however I saw where I failed it and knew I could have done better and really pushed myself to listen to it more. Basically my CD player was having issues and only playing certain ones, so anytime I wanted to listen to it, the player said no.
“Excuses” aside, this was my step back into the As It Is world after spending not a lot of time in their Great Depression era. I think I just wanted more of their Pop-Punk sound back and this album was an evolution of that for me. This is for sure a heavier record and I think it marries the heavier sound of The Great Depression with some of the Pop-Punk stuff they were known for. Not gonna lie, I’m also in my hella sad boi era and a lot of the record is speaking facts to me right now, so it’s a good mix.
Top 2 Recommendations:
I’d Rather Die (Track 5)
I Miss 2003 (Track 6)
I feel like this is already the most popular track, but I didn’t want y’all to worry about me lol. It’s also a heavy hitter though.
If I Saw You Again - Violet Skies
I bought this CD when I saw her on the Wild Rivers Sidelines Tour because she was just so good live. I had dabbled in Violet Skies prior, as in I knew one song, however I now know a few and they’re just so good. When I was working on that concert post I had this album playing quite a bit, but I’m not gonna lie I haven’t picked it back up much, despite how good I think I think it is. That’s sadly also why none of the songs have made it to any of the 2022 lists either. I need to add several to my regularly played playlists so that their numbers could pick up. Do you want soft(er) British Pop in your life? Do you want to listen to a good song writer with a powerful voice? Do you just want to feel cool? Then like me you should listen to this album and then listen to it more.
Top 2 Recommendations:
Love You Better (Track 8)
Live Version For Effect.
The Internet (Track 2)
Kings Of The New Age - State Champs
I feel like I’ve been on a break from several of the bands that I’ve been glued to for the last 6/7 years and that’s partly why this album is here and not chillin in first class with the other albums I actually had on repeat this last year. It took me forever to go get a copy, even though I’d been lowkey excited for this record to come out and I haven’t put it on much since then. I loved their “Unplugged EP” and was really into the single “Outta My Head,” but this one was and still is slow to get into. This is new for me, cause I’m typically on it with State Champs and if I’m not, the album gets downloaded to my phone and I play it on repeat until I’ve broken it in. The first time I ran through this album, I was like “it’s alright.” Kings Of The New Age needs a bunch more run-throughs for me. The sound that I love is there, but maybe I’m just not fully in love with this current era of State Champs.
I want to write a whole separate thing on this, but basically they’re in their cocky era right now, as are many bands, hence the title, but I’m apparently just not attracted to that. Not saying that I don’t want them to be successful or to not ride the wave while it’s here, but I’ve always pulled back on some of my enjoyment of the scene when it stops feeling personal and this moment doesn’t feel personal to me.
All that being said I think I’m less in love with the vibe of this era for State Champs as a band, than I am the actual record. I’m playing it as I’m typing and I’m like this is good and it’s doing what it needs to do. I guess the next move for me is to get some more solid listens in, truly find “my tracks” and kind of ignore the scene, cause that’s how this record gets the fair shot and love it deserves.
Oh and since I may never come back for a full review after those solid listens, I just want to say that although the song “Everybody But You” is technically a bop, it feels frat-boy petty. It would definitely make it onto the soundtrack of a mid-2000′s young adult movie.
Top 2 Recommendations (Subject To Change):
Outta My Head (Track 4)
Eventually (Track 2)
#Class Favorites 2022#AKWARD CLASS FAVORITES#I Went To Hell And Back#As It Is#If I Saw You Again#Violet Skies#Kings Of The New Age#State Champs#Albums
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actually slept okay and got up okay, so i guess my fixing sleep schedule the last few weeks helped. sadly cant login still but at least they know and are understanding that it can be a bit delayed. just didnt want them to think i was late my first day but just waiting on an email to confirm my login credentials still. the main hiring manager is off, and i guess they are the one to send this to me so maybe thats why? but i let some others know so now i guess im just chillin till then
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i can’t with wine either, which I hate because for me it’s the pinnacle of adulthood, chillin’ in your flat sipping on a glass of wine with a face mask on, yk? So Shonda Rhimes, so Hollywood…. But it makes me bloated and the last time a gave it a go I ended up blurting to my best friend that i’d had a crush on him for the past 4 years and it almost ended our friendship. so there’ll be no wine for me.
Yeah, this laser-focus on just experience it’s strange and it frightens me a bit not gonna lie but the reason I chose to pursue the MA program is because I’ve majored in an area that’s completely unrelated which means I have zero experience in anything books related so I decided to go for the masters in an attempt to learn of course but also to be able to gather volunteering and internship experiences. *fingers crossed to the point they break in half* but also because I’ve been dreaming of moving to the UK since I was about 5 and while all my friends wanted to celebrate their sweet sixteen in Disneyland, I wanted to go to London.
and heck yeah will!!! The other day a video of waterstones account popped on my FYP on TikTok so thanks to the algorithm it’s now the second item on my bucket list. I better start saving up already hehe
Okay, so, right off the bat I’m gonna tell you that there’s zero smut, no filth, no steam. There is romance though – otherwise I don’t think I’d read past the first book. I feel like it’s right up your alley because the main focus of the books is character development and the romance is used the tool for said development, so there’s loads of it. It’s just a gem. Particularly, what I love most about the romance is that there’s no pining, there’s chase which is SOOOOO much sexier. The love interests of both sisters are mysterious and sexy which kinda makes up for the lack of sex scenes.
i get you, I do…… currently, however, I’m leaning more towards irredeemable arcs – that’s definitely not a thing but I didn’t know how to word it. I’m on the search for stories in which the characters become bad instead of becoming good, yk? Specially anti-hero FMCs which is all Wanda Maximoff’s fault. And for me redemption arcs are anticlimactic because most of the ones i’ve i read are poorly written, so they become a big turn-off (such as Snape). I want the bad guy and the good-turned-bad-girl set the world on fire together
Wow this TikToker was an imbecile jeez, you’re right about suggesting them to buy a new personality. I mean why the heck do people need to shove their nose up on people’s business???? They’re reading a book not stabbing people on the subway, go take a nap for goodness sakes.
I’m adding Neon Gods to my Amazon cart right freaking now so that I can jump to Electric Idol (do you hear that?? this is my TBR running down the drain) hahahaha Loved your reviews by the way, no spoilers but giving me the overall vibe of the book and with that it’s easy to decide whether or not I wanna read it.
I mean, in a rational level I get that we’re all unique and that’s truly awesome but I’ve always felt lesser or guilty for wanting that as tough I’m not enough of a woman, not a true feminist or that I’m doomed to be co-dependent because I want that. And also because this voice inside of me keeps nagging me that I’m never gonna find someone I think it’s easier not to tell anybody that I dream of a white-picket fence because when I don’t get that I also don’t get my friend’s pity looks. Probably makes no sense, sorry.
11 months and he threw you this bullcrap???? i can’t believe this!!!! well….. sadly I can, because dating men gets more insufferable by the second, still wanna low key punch him though. but really relationships seem like so much work jeez, it reminds me of those tourist scams where there are 3 cups and a tiny ball inside one of them and the guy keeps shuffling the cups for you to guess where the ball is, after much watching you pick a cup thinking you hit jackpot only to find an empty cup. The ball was under the other one and you just lost 50 euros. I’ve never had a true monogamist long term relationship (I’m 23 for the sake of context) which is mainly because it’s become a herculean task, a side hustle with all the apps and terrible straight men and the blatant sexism that still exists (which doesn’t cease to leave me flabbergasted adding the fact that men refuse to learn basic home skills while also reducing us to pans and spoons gosh it’s pathetic!!!!!) how will we ever even try to find somebody??? And that’s leaving our all emotional trauma and baggage aside.
first thing about the Hungary rant, I’m really sorry. Despite how much my country frustrates me and all the years I’ve wasted trash-talking this place, I now feel like this is my home, the culture, the music, the language, I feel embraced by my country, my people and I can’t imagine how painful it must feel to hate that much to go back to where you came from. and please don’t apologize!!! I totally get that, truly. Politics rile me up like almost no other topic does. I agree with you wholeheartedly, even though I’m not Hungarian but because the time I spent there was unforgettable and it contributed to the person I’ve become what’s happening there gets under my skin every time I check the news. And I guess there’s some sort of implicit complicity between people who live/come from countries led by right-extremists, so imagine me holding your hand. for me it’s simple, really, privatization is almost always stupid, people who follow politicians blindly push countries towards ruination and leaders like Orbán, Bolsonaro and Trump are anything but stupid, if they were, they wouldn’t be so damaging. ~goodreads anon
Nooooo, alcohol is your worst enemy when you have secrets that you never want to tell :D Not always, but most of the time, you just spill the tea without wanting!
I completely get you. London is amazing! People can say whatever they want about all the rubbish, pollution and over-occupancy and what not, but it's beautiful, it's full of different cultures, languages, it's literally a multi-cultural city. I love it! I'm sure you'll do well. If you do what you like, it will feel like a refreshment, because what you study and work is what you also enjoy doing. :)
What's your first item on your bucket-list, if you don't mind me asking. :D I'm curious.
"I feel like it’s right up your alley because the main focus of the books is character development and the romance is used the tool for said development, so there’s loads of it.... there’s no pining, there’s chase which is SOOOOO much sexier. The love interests of both sisters are mysterious and sexy which kinda makes up for the lack of sex scenes."
If you are trying to sell me Caraval to get me to read it earlier than planned then you are doing hell of a good job! Chase, mysterious love interests and loads of romance used as a tool for character development?! Sounds like my kind of book actually. But I learned not to get too excited so I'll try to keep my head cool :D
To be honest I don't necessarily need spice if the romance is well written. I'd say most of the times I read spicy books because writers somehow express the physical and emotional connections better in spicy books, whilst YA generally keeps emotions flat, like nothing intriguing enough. Of course, this is a generalisation, it doesn't mean every YA book is the same.
Not gonna lie, I've never read a "irredeemable arcs" trope before. The closest I got was Cruel Prince, but even in that Jude is already a morally grey character from the beginning-ish so rather than good-girl-turned-bad, she is just morally grey and so is Cardan.
The internet gives people access to platforms where they can express their opinions, which I think is quite a good thing, up until you are hurting others for no reason. These type of people are the ones who say "Oh I'm a nice person" but can't take no for an answer. Like no offence, but if you find it fun to bring down others, you are simply a bully and clearly have a boring life to resort to judging others for literally having fun.
Excuse me, but you are destroying my TBR with Caraval so don't complain about Neon Gods and Electric Idol because I'm simply returning the favour xD
Thanks, but honestly, I always try to write reviews and they never quite feel right. I want to mention tropes, character development, romance, world building, but in a short review. But each time I do that, I end up with a novella. Book reviews are not my strength.
"It reminds me of those tourist scams where there are 3 cups and a tiny ball"
"It’s become a herculean task, a side hustle with all the apps and terrible straight men and the blatant sexism that still exists"
Oh my god, that's so accurate xD
To be fair, what I find more and more annoying is that men are still sexist as hell (not all men, yes, we get that), they still come up with stuff like women's place is in the kitchen and their job is to raise the kids and what not. But at the same time, they forget that they don't provide for women anymore, women work just like men now. So according to their ideas they want a mother not a wife which is just lowkey disappointing. Besides, nowadays, men are incapable of such things as changing the lightbulb or drilling a shelf on the wall. I personally don't mind if the men cook and the women drill or the other way around. I really don't care what roles people take up on. What I mind is that men diminish women's worth, but still women has to work just like men, raise their kids, cook for the family, clean the house, etc. whilst men get home from work and have the audacity to say "I'm tired, where's the food?". In the shop man, get your ass up and get it yourself.
Besides, lots of men are manipulative and try to control women all the time. And unfortunately many women are in vulnerable positions or grew up in unhealthy environments and don't even realise the signs. Even I fell into a relationship like that, regardless of how strong I am. The difference is that I realised in time the toxicity and many women don't. And to top it off, even little kids are sexualised for wearing not even revealing clothes. Women are blamed because man can't get their sick minds out of the gutter. Like I'm lowkey sometimes ashamed that I'm heterosexual. Like I wish I could be bi or lesbian because men are disappointing most of the times. Especially with this Andrew Tate guy becoming more popular. He literally says that women over 30 and single mothers are worthless because of their emotional, mental and physical baggage. I just... I... I can't even understand how these people are alive and people pay to listen to him. PAY!
And to be fair I get why you say you don't want to tell someone that you dream of marriage, kids, family and a cute little house, because being vulnerable is like offering a weapon to someone. It's hella scary because more and more people find some absurd enjoyment in bringing others down and hurting them wherever they can. Nowadays you don't even know who you can trust.
Regarding Hungary, sometimes I do feel some sort of homesickness only to remember that I don't actually miss Hungary, only the country itself. It's beautiful, it's stunning, it's full of culture and amazing places, but that's about it. I quickly remember how much I actually hate being there. I envy people who feel at home in the country they were born to. My parents do and they always scold me for not feeling the same way. But it's not like I can control what I feel.
To be honest, at this point I don't think I could name one country, or maybe New Zealand if I recall correctly, that has a good government. Even the UK is a sh*t show now with the new temporary prime minister election. Boris stepped down, but like the new options for PMs are even worse. At this point I believe only selfish b*stards become politicians all around the world. Eastern Europe is a mess, all of it, USA is a joke, UK removed a clown to possibly gain a fraud, France is scared of teenage girls. The world is sh*t show that we have a front row seat to watch it go down.
Ps.: I think I know who you are. I think I know your tumblr name. I might be wrong, but I just have a feeling and last time I did with an anon, I was right :D
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❝ I'm bored. ❞
#/ vegito's wanting to do Something; but sadly i'm in a bit of an rp break / slump atm \#/ fortunately gogeta's muse is just. chillin dgsgk \#vegito // ✸ ic ✸
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hello!!! i was encouraged to send you an ask about henry v and his possible (?) boyfriend (?) richard courtenay! if im understanding correctly he died @ harfleur and henry said to bury them with each other so they stuck RC underground in westminster and he was just chillin there undiscovered for?? 550 years?? and hes still there in the same chantry as henry v?? and henry v was like 'catherine my Wife and the mother of my Future Kingly Children can just go wherever' ????? hello??? i MUST be misunderstanding something else im going insane
hi! I am always excited to get a chance to talk about Henry V and his possible boyfriend, Richard Courtenay, Bishop of Norwich and Flower of Devon. The short answer is that no, they are probably not sharing a single tomb and we can’t say for certain that they were boyfriends BUT they did really care about each other a whole lot and Courtenay’s place of burial is REALLY INTERESTING anyway.
So the story they’re actually sharing a single a tomb has been around for awhile, I don’t know where it started and I wish I did because Courtenay’s 2004 Oxford Dictionary of National Biography entry, while no-homoing them, says they were sharing a tomb and it’s been repeated in some works (e.g. Ian Mortimer says they’re actually sharing the same coffin in his non-recommended book about Henry V and the Agincourt campaign). A few years ago, Charles Courtenay, the Earl of Devon and descended from Richard Courtenay’s younger brother, gave an interview where he talked about going to Westminster Abbey and how he found out Richard Courtenay was buried in the chapel of Edward the Confessor, under the steps of the northern turret of Henry V’s chantry chapel. So he thinks that’s a bit weird because St Edward’s chapel is where a bunch of medieval kings, queens and their children were buried and space was at a premium. Later, the Earl has dinner with Jonathon Sumption, a historian of the Hundred Years War, and says that Sumption told him that Courtenay is actually not under the steps of the turret but in the tomb with Henry V and the Earl is like “...were they lovers then?”
Sadly, I don't think it is true.
There's no record of Henry V's tomb being ever opened but there are accounts of Courtenay's tomb being rediscovered in October 1953, including archaeological drawings of his tomb:
Apparently photographs and archaeological studies were made but these have never been published.
Although his tomb was only rediscovered in 1953, we did know he was buried in St Edward’s Chapel because medieval chroniclers, like the anonymous author of the Gesta Henrici Quinti, mentioned it, as did John Dart in his 1723 history of the Abbey. Courtenay’s tomb was also disturbed at one point during the construction of Henry V’s chantry chapel (1437-1450) These references were how Courtenay tomb was identified because there was no grave slab, plaque or memorial brass to mark it (there still isn’t). His ODNB entry was revised in 2020 to remove the reference to him sharing a tomb with Henry V and replace it with the reference to him being buried under the steps of the turret.
So, unless there’s some enormous cover up going on, it’s incredibly unlikely that Courtenay is actually in the same tomb as Henry V. Their tombs are just located in the same chapel.
It also means that Catherine de Valois’s burial place wasn’t displaced or supplanted by Courtenay (who, after all, died five years before Catherine and Henry married, seven years before Henry died and over 20 years before Catherine herself died). It is true that Henry V didn’t leave instructions for where Catherine was to be buried but considering she survived him for fifteen years, that’s pretty understandable and also fairly normal - a queen who outlived their husband had more control over her burial and her life going forward. IIRC, Catherine paid for at least some of the construction of Henry’s tomb so if she wanted burial with him, she could have easily arranged it. In short, Henry V left it up to Catherine to choose where she was buried and made no assumptions that she would want to be buried with him, that she wouldn’t remarry and that she would remain in England. She was only 21 when he died, after all.
So. Having said all that, Henry V ordering Courtenay’s burial in St Edward’s Chapel is still VERY interesting. Because space was at a premium, because it was used for the burials of kings, queens and their children and while Courtenay was descended from Edward I, he was from a fairly minor line. Nor was Westminster Abbey a natural choice for him. His family came from Devon and were buried primarily in Exeter Cathedral and he was Bishop of Norwich. So why was he buried in Westminster Abbey when Exeter Cathedral or Norwich Cathedral would be a more obvious choice? And why in St Edward’s Chapel when space was so tight that Henry V’s son Henry VI would struggle to find a space for his own tomb?
Harold, they were boyfriends.
It says, to me, that theirs was a deep, close relationship. That Henry, at least, loved Courtenay and wanted him to be close by. Wanted their bodies to lie close together, if not actually in the same tomb. That he felt this strongly is also evident by the fact that he was willing to risk upsetting the monks of Westminster by ordering Courtenay buried in St Edward’s Chapel (twenty years earlier, Richard II had aroused the “dismay” of the monks twenty years earlier by ordering the burial of John Waltham, Bishop of Salisbury in the same chapel - Courtenay was better born than Waltham but also just as unlikely a person to buried in this chapel where kings and queens were buried).
It’s not enough evidence to say that they were boyfriends in an objective, historical fact kind of way. The evidence just doesn’t exist for it to be a fact. Neither Henry nor Courtenay were never connected to any allegations of sodomy or “obscene familiarity" with each other or anyone else. It doesn’t mean that they weren’t boyfriends, just that the evidence they were hasn’t survived. I mean, there’s also no evidence they weren’t boyfriends, just an absence of evidence. They might have kept their true relationship hidden, they might have been allowed a certain measure of silent acceptance so long as Henry V’s rule proceeded well or they might have merely been close friends. We don’t know.
But. The evidence suggests that they were very close:
Juliet Barker says Courtenay “had put his extraordinary abilities wholly at the service of his king rather than his God.“
Henry, as Prince of Wales, wrote a letter to the abbot and chapter of Bury St Edmunds requesting that John Lydgate be allowed to continue his studies at Oxford on Richard Courtenay’s advice
Courtenay was called “the king’s bishop”
Courtenay took part in the embassies to France in 1414/15 “perhaps because he knew the king’s mind better than his colleagues“ and definitely knew all about the tennis ball incident.
Richard Ullerston wrote De officio militari for Henry at Courtenay’s request
Courtenay got the Prior of the Celestines in Paris to give 1000 almonds as a gift to Henry
At the siege of Harfleur, Courtenay had a tent adjoining Henry’s and sometimes shared the royal tent
The stories that Henry V didn’t have sex with women after his coronation came from Courtenay. Which is indicative of their closeness, perhaps, but it’s also very tempting to read it as “I didn’t see any women in his bed when I was in there, railing him”.
Courtenay was described as “one of the most loving and dearest of [Henry V’s] friends”
After Courtenay received extreme unction, Henry “with his own hands wiped [Courtenay’s] feet and closed his eyes”
And one of my newest discovery from Henry V’s letters patent:
Courtenay arranged for a mass to be said daily at Ottery St Mary for himself and Henry!
And if you want to get your tinhat on. This is a ring found in Courtenay’s tomb:
This is a detail of Henry’s hands from the earliest known version of his portrait
Matching rings? 😈
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LBAF Chapter 11 Live-Blogging Cause Why Not
I’m so sorry, my love. I cannot bring you back. I cannot do it.
I'M SORRY
NO
He had to fight. He had to fight through this pain.
It’s what Rafael had done, to the very last moment.
His son had fought everything in his way to heal the pain in his heart. He had fought the Clave, and
he had fought his family.
He had been so brave.
And now it was time for Magnus to do the same.
This right here is an arrow to the heart, istg
“You will not resort to necromancy. Don’t even think about it. I will chain you to the dungeons myself.”
“I don’t know where this newfound obsession with dungeons came from, Ragnor. But please keep your BDSM kinks to yourself.”
SCREW YOU FOR MAKING ME LAUGH WHEN I'M ABOUT TO CRY U DOOFUS
Catarina and Tessa enveloped him in a tight hug. Ragnor was pulled in a second later.
They held him tightly. They held each other.
✨Warlock Trio Supremacy✨
She is my heart. I have to fight for her.
That’s what Rafael had told him. His last words.
i'm still sobbing over this bit tho 😭😭😭 what did u do to my babie dani?
and i know i'm reading it again but i need to before i read the next chapters
“Our family is broken, Alexander,” Magnus smiled sadly. “There is no need to keep it together.”
*bangs head onto the table*
i can literally hear my heart break bro
“Do you remember that time at the zoo?” Alec asked then.
Magnus managed a smile. He knew exactly which one. “I remember.”
“Max tried to adopt one of the snakes in the Serpentarium,” Alec chuckled. “He even named it. Benedict?”
HOE HOE HOE I GOT THE INSIDE JOKE
I love you more than anything in the world.
Magnus pulled his husband closer and buried his face in his chest.
Canon Malec: chillin on a beach drinking pina coladas and whatnot
Dani's Malec: RAFE DED, MAX'S BF DED, ALEC DYING, MAGNUS BREAKING
give em a damn break argh
“She must hate us,” Magnus whispered in horror. “She must hate us for trying to keep Rafael from her.”
“We were just trying to protect him, Magnus,” Alec pointed out.
“Do you remember when your parents tried to keep you from me?” Magnus smiled sadly. “They said they were trying to protect you too.”
Alec stared at him and put his face in his hands. “Fuck.”
HELL FUCKING OUCH
Rafael. Come back. Come back to Bapak. I’m sorry. Come back.
istg ever since dani started writing lbaf, tissues have been going out of stock
“He is gone,” Magnus said in a whisper. “And he will never know we would have changed the world for him.”
“He knows,” Alec said with conviction. “You must never doubt that. Rafael knows. He knew.
That’s why he came back.”
He did come back.
And then he was gone.
just visualizing Omar Rudberg lying there at the entry of an apartment, stabbed is just about killing me
“After the funeral,” Magnus said. “What happens to shadowhunters when they die?”
Where is my Rafael? Where does he go? Will he be okay?
Alec smiled a sad smile and kissed Magnus’ hand. “I don’t know, baby. I’ll tell you when I find out.”
“That’s not going to happen for a long time,” Magnus said and put his head back on Alec’s shoulder. “Okay?”
Alec kissed his hand again and put it on his chest. “Okay.”
LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE
His bond with Alec was one built of strength and love.
It was the steadiest thing in his life.
Alec was the steadiest thing in his life.
And how it was flickering.
JALEC ISTG GIVES ME LIFE
not jalec angst pls 😭😭
Jace had known even back then this boy was different. Rafael was careful and conscious, and critical.
He had been Alec’s son, even before Alec had found him.
Rafael was a Lightwood through and through.
But now Rafael was gone.
Just like his David.
PLS PLS PLS RAFE NO
“I can’t, Jace,” Alec sighed. “Just let me get through the funeral first.”
But what if you don’t get through it? Jace wanted to ask.
jace, ever the optimist
Jace felt the sharp pain on his shoulder then. He felt Alec’s pain through their bond.
The flickering candle.
The fear came back instantly.
Because the candle wasn’t just trying to survive the wind.
It was caught up in a storm.
Alec was trying to stay alive in the middle of a storm.
remind me again, why am i doing this
“What’s up?” Lexi asked again, and her eyes widened in horror. “Did someone...Did someone die
again?”
Jace closed his eyes in pain.
This was the life of their children – wondering who was next.
A life of worry and terror – the opposite of what he had wanted for them.
See, Alec? You need to live. For the kids. They deserve better than this.
LEXI LOVE
DON'T SCREAM OK?
Jace took a deep breath. “If we succeed in establishing a truce with the Cohort, the two of you are going to Idris.”
“What?” Selena whispered.
“I’ll be going with you,” Clary said immediately. “Your father will talk to Zara – or whoever is responsible in Idris right now.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lexi demanded angrily. “You want us to go live with the Cohort?”
“We want you to be safe,” Jace sighed.
“I’m not going!” Lexi yelled. “New York is my home!”
...and she did. *sigh*
“I am not leaving!” Lexi shouted. “You can’t separate me from Gigi!”
LIGI RULES
“Lexi,” Clary pleaded, her voice breaking. “We just want you to be okay. You know what happened to David.”
“You can’t ship us off to Idris just because you can’t deal with your grief,” Lexi argued.
LEXI NO-
His daughter. His moon. His strength.
His son. His star. His heart.
THESE PARALLELS I SWEAR
BUT WHERE'S LEXI'S
i swear it was there somewhere
Selena didn’t respond to that. “It's fine. You should go be with Lexi. She needs you.”
“And you don’t?” Jace asked.
“You’re better with her,” Selena said quietly. “I know...I know you would prefer that.”
Jace’s heart broke at that. “Do you really think I love Lexi more than I love you?”
Selena bit her lip. Jace sighed.
ah. the age-old 'my-parents-love-my-sibling-more-than-me' syndrome.
“You inspire me to be better. Every time I look at you, and I want to be more like you.”
“A ginger?” Selena smiled softly.
Jace laughed. “I don’t think I can pull it off.”
sorry, dont agree, jace herondale can pull anything off
“Do you promise?” Selena asked, biting on her lip. “What if I...What if I did something you don’t approve of? Will you love me then?”
He remembered being like this.
The constant doubt that people will give up on you if you slip up. The constant worry that people will stop loving you if you mess up.
Maybe they were not so different after all.
Herondales. *sighs*
“I named you after her so I would get another chance to love her,” Jace smiled. “So, however much you think I love you, just know that I love you twice as much.”
my villain origin story is cassie killing off celine and not giving her a happy ending despite her traumatic beginnings
all my girl wanted was to be loved 😭😭😭
Of course, the boy who would set the world on fire for the one he loved.
Alec had changed the law for Magnus, and Rafael had broken it for Anjali.
In any other situation, Jace would have considered it romantic.
MY BABIES 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Cause here is the thing about being the child of a hero of the dark war – people expected you to get shit done.
Her parents and their friends had changed the world.
They had changed the shadow world so much that nothing Lexi ever did was good enough for other people.
Was Lexi a fantastic fighter? Yep. But did she stop a war at sixteen? Nope.
bruh
every thing i read in this fics just convinces me of one thing: the nephilim are so much worse than us
kay that's it for now
@khaleesiofalicante
#everday i wake up i see dani and go: oh so more ✨pain✨#daniiii! <3#lbaf cause why not#kitai reads lbaf (and promptly dies a painful death)
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I'm going to sound like an ass but I'm so happy c!Tommy died, like I ate some leftover chicken in celebration. With Tommy dead, people will be forced to see that the smp doesn't revolves around him, that he's just a character like everyone else and that without him the story still continues.
I hope that cc!Tommy takes a breaks for a while, or at the very least if he's going to do ghostinnit pulls a Wilbur and appear only on other people's streams. It would make the people who only watch Tommy's pov have to watch different people for lore, it might get the fandom to stop treating Tommy like he's the main character, which would be great cause there are no main characters just preferred perspectives.
Also he ruined the little progress Dream had made (I was so excited for that goddamnit) and killed a cat, mean little shit. Also it might wake up people to the fact that Tommy did cause a lot of conflict, but I sadly doubt it.
The only bad I see from this is the fandom;
1. glossing over the cat and just how fucked up that was of Tommy. Trauma or the cycle of abuse are not even close to exsuces, he fucken keep hitting it then killed it just be a dick. Hold him fully accountable and don't downplay this, this was straight up evil of him, arguably he worse thing he has done as of yet.
2. The new wave of Philza stuff with people talking about how much he's going to regret not fathering Tommy dispite him not being his son
3. Even more Technoblade hate that's somehow worse because of his favor he owes to Dream. Like I just saw a post on how Philza should be killed in front of him then excused by "peer pressure" (Techno was surrounded and had no support, stalled for as long as possible, it's not like he wanted to so it) so he'd "understand" pain and loss, blocked them on sight, but still holy shit.
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lkahf;lkhaf yea like i Feel you im Nearly in the same boat but like. kinda?
the entire ‘getting locked in prison’ type arc or whatever was Weird to me n considering that tommy said Before he was gon tap out and back down a bit. like the disc war finale felt FINALE n like? i thought that was fine and dandy. a win for the lads then tommy can jus chill and Not have such a pivotal/main character type role.
n i was SO GLAD for that. him buildin a hotel w sam and being hunted down by niki and jack and poking at the egg a bit n all that wasnt like. he wasnt the Pivotal point in those as much. considering he’d had a Huge impact in other ppls stories he couldnt jus Disappear.
i did NOT understand why him being locked in prison was like. a thing. i didnt get it narratively. like idk what to have expected i thought itd jus be like. more downtime for tommy then Bam angst angst big lore oh no INTENSE.
him dying is like. especially at dream’s hand. i feel its a double edged sword. like you say i REALLY HOPE itll mean things wont circle around him. more notice and attention can be given to the egg arc. and ESPECIALLY w how jack has been going on w today’s events like holyfuck man’s really goin OFF. tommy dying was narratively the best outcome him like jack manifold stans r losin their minds on my dash today
but ALSO. the reactions instilled within the fandom have really shown a like. exactly what i figured. like him Dying is now gonna cloud so many other characters n perceptions a those characters. we see it w phil n techno like mans wasnt even on dsmp he was on his hardcore world n had ppl all in his chat bout how his ‘son’ is dead lkshglsdhg
and this weird. like. i dont know if martyrdom is the right term for it? but like i LITERALLY hadnt seen Any mentions of tommy killing the cat. and that is Very fucked up. like IF tommy hadnt done that then to me it seemed dream had killed tommy Suddenly with no reasoning. and as fucked as it was to kill tommy, WITH the context of him killing dream’s cat like.... it makes so much more sense. like still fucked he died, but in this sense his death was direct and instant retribution for his own actions.
and why the FUCK r ppl so nasty w techno????? mans not done shit??? he aint streamed or done Lore in a while now Especially not in reference to tommy??? like oh my GOD keep his name out ur mouth.
like. as we seen everywhere too. they probably gon revive him in some way sometime. n considering how Talked Up that is its seems itll be regarded as the ‘main plot’ or some shit. largely overshadow other things. i want tommy to Not be revived. if he comes back like ghostbur, cool. mans chillin. but he should be dead for at Least a bit for the smoke to settle n so other ppl and plots can Work their way Out.
#i got distracted halfway thru n lost my train of thought kshglkhsgh#i havent seen the clips in particular of him gettin killed#but i should#anyways uh mogami arc 2!#rat anon#hard boiled takes#mcyt#anon#dream smp spoilers
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Idk if asks are still open or not, but how do you think the characters would be if they were opposites of themselves? (Either just personality wise, or in the sense that MC is bout to unhinge every 5 minutes and the boyfriends are the good ones)
Ohoho yes I've toyed with this concept quite a bit. I'll share the ones I've got fleshed out the most.
Strade would actually be a decent, helpful dad-like neighbor. Grillin and chillin, helping with neighbor's projects. He has a wholesome diy style Youtube channel. Sadly, he's kinda street stupid so the MC is able to kidnap him.
Lawrence is still shy but not actively agoraphobic (ie he actually works during the daytime). Instead of decay, he emerges from the river with life-giving abilities. The opposite of a lich would just be a regular archmage, so we have a benevolent magical plant boy.
Rire, being of royal status, would be a seraphim because that's the highest choir of angel. He'd take on a human appearance but the more you interact with him the more the cracks in humanity show. There's no way to make him not terrifying.
Ren isn't meek. He's a real bastard. Probably keeps Strade on a tight leash. He just kinda moved in one day and Strade was too polite to kick him out. He'd hunt down the mc and make them eat their teeth if they killed Strade.
#strade#boyfriend to death#my art#btd strade#lawrence oleander#boyfriendtodeath#btd2 lawrence#lucien rire#ren hana
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