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#so like i need guidance
littlebitofdnd · 1 month
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Sandra-Lynn and Sklonda are having a "What Do We Do About Kristen" phone call as we speak
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emry-stars-art · 4 months
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I’ll continue to wonder why the Trojans make me want a modern/snapchat au so badly lol but I loveeeeee them so much, it’s almost one of the first things I drew for them 😂
I’m imagining they’re on some trip in wintertime and none of them are built for it but Jean, like me, is reluctant to give some things up
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saccharineomens · 14 days
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Their best relationship development is still to come, but the chapters today's episode covered are a great start!
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beebfreeb · 3 days
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Little things about Marcille make me so so so sick. Reading a book with the first character that's anything like you at all in even a somewhat respectable way and falling in love. She doesn't know anything about the food her mother grew up eating. She is subtly different from her peers and has never been sure where she fits in. AND despite those experiences she still falls victim to prejudiced thinking. She and Kabru should be besties who verbally fight like rabid dogs.
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uncanny-tranny · 9 months
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The most infuriating form of sanism is this idea that mentally ill people/people with mental disorders are just too stupid or too unenlightened to know how to be a proper, well-adjusted person
So many therapists have ignored signs of my unwellness simply because they assumed I was just... being stupid, and I just needed educating about why I'm acting disordered (apparently, mental disorders stop disordering you once you are condescendingly told why you're just disordered and dumb, who knew (sarcasm)).
Like, I could tell them that I knew my behaviour wasn't "rational," wasn't "reasonable" to do or believe and I'd still be treated like I was so dumb I needed hand-holding and scolding about why I'm acting disordered.
I truly wish that people would be able to take the idea of guidance and stop twisting it into "I am superior and enlightened and the people I am trying to help are stupid and wrong and beneath me!"
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sluttylittlewaste · 2 months
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One thing I love about Fig's school arc is that it counters a lot of the utopic teen ideas about how high school and being a teenager "should" work. Teachers trust your abilities enough to let you do whatever you want? Swaps classes mid-way through the semester in JUNIOR YEAR, pretty much ensuring that she won't be able to get the full benefits of any of the classes she is taking/has taken. Parents/Guardians that don't prioritize or even really care about academics? If no one cares she has very little reason to actually try, let alone learn good study habits or try to plan for the future.
Get to pursue your passion and live your dream life as a rockstar? That's a full-time job hun, people build their entire lives around something you're trying to squeeze between night classes and solving mysteries. I hope you aren't feeling too tired, you need to write that album we already paid you for. Idk, I just think it's fun to see all the ways having no rules or supervision can be just as detrimental to a child as having too many.
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holographic-mars · 3 days
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kind of obsessed with the concept of soundwave smelling like an "alright guy" to ravage when they first met, too. like what does that mean. what does it mean to Smell like a good person. ravage can just smell the vibes of people and assign them moral alignment?? it's so funny to me
YEAH YEAH HEHAHSHDF you smell like a cool guy I guess come join my evil family
She had also mentioned that she smelled his fear so I think it’s actually a really cool concept of her being able to smell emotions n like. Vibes. n stuff
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nitw · 1 year
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serizawa being all like "i have little experience in relationships of any kind due to my sheltered past but being in love sure sounds nice :) anyway do you wanna hear about my boss? he's so cool~" and reigen being canonically bitchless always + showing no interest in the female clients he's popular with + questioning the importance of sexual attraction and marriage + actually feeling insecure about his struggle with emotional vulnerability deep down and thinking no one could possibly like him back for who he is..............
so anyway yea they're both somewhere on the aroace spectrum and gay for each other
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zeb-z · 6 months
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missa, after his self resentment and lamenting about how he doesn’t feel worthy or like he should be accepted, after telling himself and the capybaras that he doesn’t have a home, not really - after all is said and done, he returns to phil & missa, leaving his mini mi in the house on the wall. as if he’d consider anywhere other than the house he shared with phil safe enough. seeking out safety and home brought him right back where he started.
something about how despite his internal conflicts and issues about what he thinks he deserves, he’ll still come back. and for all he worries that he is not enough to be loved in return, his name is still on the warp stone.
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thebloodredraven · 19 days
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The "why are people criticizing romance tarot readers, I don't want to do shadow work readings" shit I saw on here a few months ago did a lot to my psyche, mostly make me realize I should not be consuming that content as much as I have been over the past few years.
I also learned that anyone who has a problem with doing shadow work or self reflection readings but obsesses over romance are probably suffering with limerence like me and that snapped me tf awake
Edit: also what the FUCK do you mean "if this pile just sounds like it's describing yourself, that just means your person is mirroring you!!" NO???? THAT MEANS YOU NEED TO FOCUS ON YOURSELF BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING ELSE WHY ARE WE SAYING THIS TO IMPRESSIONABLE PEOPLE
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torrentofhermits · 6 months
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dont get me wrong, i've enjoyed how sopping wet he's been as of late quite significantly, but i just loved this moment. so much.
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archiveofrasa · 3 months
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thinking about how griffin and robin are connected through their whiteness, but what actually brings them together is their shared chinese heritage
that even though they were born from of two different women, they have this mutual understanding of what that means and they have a shared resentment for it (the older's resentment is always, always stronger, but the younger's resentment actually has an impact)
and how robin craved the cultural significance of family and just nearly got it until the empire took that away from him too
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spotsupstuff · 11 months
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when the General System Bus is General System Busing. RW becoming a true Pixel Game. what happens when an Iterator catches a cold. we fuckIN LOST SUNNY IN THERE OUR SON EVAPORATED
aka me n shkiki played RW together, it was a wild ass ride
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#Spot says stuff#rw#i suggested we should play as lilypad n then i proceeded to call shkik wife honey and other pet names for like 90% of time#naturally i was NSH and shkik was Moon and Sunny showed up out of nowhere (early) after a white lizard merc'd me in industrial#some kind of husband codin turned on in my brain cuz i killed like. five daddy long legs to ensure Safety of the other two i never killed-#-a daddy long legs before that LKVJDSMVLSKD once was when shkik was afk n i was meant to ferry the fam to the next shelter#that was So stressful cuz i had to figure out her controls collect Suns and then collect Her and then QUICKLY get outta there cuz a daddy-#-was like five cm from catchin our ass. then it didnt wanna leave from where we needed to go so i just. killed it. cuz apparently thats an-#-easy feat JLSKDMCSKLD im always so proud when i manage to clutch a clean save like that#oh! this was my first time goin thru Pebs the intended way as well!! so i properly got to experience unfortunate development. somehow i-#-managed to get thru on my second try. we were both very surprised. i blame artis bomb jump n shkiks guidance#and when we finally (both alive this time) managed to get to Pebs we realized we lost Suns somewhere along the way and like. they were just#-fuckin Gone couldnt find them for like 20 mins so we will be makin the journey again next time. we aint losin Sunny when their personality#-is that of a coward its too funny to lose that. either way praises to shkik for solving our memory crypts food crisis#we really hope to find a Pebbles soon so we can have the whole fam n panic twice as much. i gotta father those scrubs. so i shall.
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lostmykeysie · 11 months
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You cannot imagine how I ran when I got the notif. It was so xdcwvbebw and cvscebw and also xwvwvwbbe<3333 yeah. Also…where is that alternative scene you wrote babe🫢? (*Fake caughs* nothing, I said nothing at all)
HI BABY!!!!!!!!!!!
last reggie POV.... i canny believe it.... (except actually one of the silly little epilogue's is in his POV, but still) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OKAY SO i know i love to toe the line with my M rated smut scenes and after seeking guidance from my wonderful knowledgeable pals it was determined that the original was a little TOO far. there aren't a huge amount of changes but... well yeah
here you go sweetheart ;)
(NSFW below the cut)
He crushes his lips against James’s like he’s got something to prove, even though he doesn’t. Not to James, never to James. 
His lips are cold and wet and the best thing Regulus has ever tasted, and he moans as James’s tongue slips between his teeth and the hand tangled in his hair twists, dull pain tingling across his scalp as James pulls, hard, making him moan and roll his hips shamelessly against him.
“Fuck, Reggie, can I–” he pants against Regulus’s mouth, his right hand slipping down wet skin from the small of Regulus’s back to the base of his spine like he owns him, like he knows him, and James’s skin is so hot against his own that Regulus almost expects to see steam rising from where they’re joined. 
“Yes,” he moans, chest hitching as James’s hand slips further down to grab at his arse, fingertips digging roughly into his skin. “Please.”
The hand at his nape disappears for a moment but Regulus is kept happy by the soft, wet lips against the sensitive skin of his throat, the words James is pressing into his skin with his teeth and tongue not making any sense until Regulus is being lowered onto a thick, warm blanket beneath the umbrella charm, a warming charm rippling through the air.
“Gods, you’re so pretty, look at you,” James tells him as he kneels above Regulus’s naked body, his legs splayed wide and still clinging to James’s hips like he’s desperate, and he is, he is desperate, so desperate for it that Regulus wants to beg, wants to surrender, wants to take anything and everything he’s given as long as it’s James’s; his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his cock.
He looms over Regulus and he arches his back and bares his throat in response, and he’s panting, chest heaving, wrecked and ruined already and he can’t take his eyes away from James’s own soft, deep honey, warm and dark with a look that makes his blood rush and his skin tingle in anticipation. 
James falls towards him, one hand planted on either side of his body, kissing Regulus’s lips before that mouth—that sinful, sensual fucking mouth—slips down his throat, teeth nipping over his clavicles, hot tongue teasing peaked nipples and lapping up the rain water that still cascades across Regulus’s skin, over the curves of his ribcage. 
The drag of James’s tongue and teeth down his navel, then up and around the curve of his waist is wicked and teasing and perfect, and he thinks he might still be on fire; that he can still feel the flames lick at his bones beneath his skin.
It’s when James brushes his lips ever so slightly over the curve of Regulus’s hip, mouth slipping along Regulus’s iliac crest like he’s the gods’ most devout subject following the path to heaven with his tongue—if heaven could ever feel this depraved, this unholy—that Regulus’s stomach clenches and his cock throbs, and a moan slips out from between his teeth as he throws his head back, one arm raised above him to grapple in the wet grass and mud as if clinging on for dear life.
“You gorgeous thing,” James whispers into the crease of his thigh, their eyes meeting over the rise and fall of Regulus’s heaving chest, but only for a moment, because that’s all Regulus can stand before he has to look away, shaking and biting his lip, eyelids fluttering at the feeling of hot breath against rain-slicked skin.
“You’ve got the prettiest hole I’ve ever seen,” he mumbles as he runs his lips across the insides of Regulus’s thighs, strong fingers digging hard into the backs of them, thumbs spreading Regulus apart like only the most obscene of offerings. 
“I’m gonna get you so wet,” James promises him, teeth biting short and sharp into the meat of Regulus’s arse like an impulse—a temptation he couldn’t resist—and Regulus cries out, voice getting lost below the rumbling thunder. “Gonna finger you until you cry, baby. You’re gonna be so ready. So gorgeous.”
His own teeth are clenched shut because he knows if they aren’t then he’ll let James’s name slip out on a moan, and he will; he wants to, wants to chant James’s name like a prayer, like a hymn, like a promise and a curse and a song and a plea, but not yet. 
Not until he can’t bear it. 
But fuck had he forgotten about the things James says when he’s got Regulus naked and wanting beneath him, begging for his touch with his lip between his teeth and his fingers clenched, desperate, curled around James’s hair and throat and the swell of his bicep.
The umbrella charm is weakening with James’s distraction, and light rain drips down the sides of Regulus’s face as he tilts his head even further back against the blanket beneath him, curves his spine even more, driving himself down against James’s hand as he slips his fingers inside of him, one, by one, by one, achingly slowly. 
“Please, please, please,” he begs—seconds, moments, minutes later, utterly and completely desperate, a slave to the onslaught of James’s three crooked fingers and the tongue that’s curled around Regulus’s cock, and he can’t take it any longer.
“Go on, baby, say it,” James tells him, lips brushing Regulus’s own as he bottoms out, as Regulus is finally filled, their naked bodies pressed together in the warm air and the cold rain that falls heavier and heavier over them as he lies there and takes it, aching sweetly where they’re joined. 
There are tears pooling in Regulus’s eyes and James’s thumb in his mouth and he can’t look away from his face framed by the stormy sky above, and the bright, warm eyes staring back into his own. 
“James,” he whispers.
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guardian-angle22 · 1 year
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Paul Strickland | 911 Lone Star 3.10 Parental Guidance
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aurosoul · 1 year
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things seen while jogging (part 32)
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