#spead love not hate

[melaninpov]

News Flash:

Not all melanated brothers who date outside of their community have self hatred. Not all dislike or disrespect melanated sisters. Not all have a preference that doesn’t include you. My husband has dated white women in the past. So what? He loves women period. Please stop projecting your insecurities.

The same women who clowned Majors for his afrocentric features are upset that his ex is white. Accusing him of being anti black when it is them exemplifing that anti behavior. Make it make sense!!

#personal rant #interracial dating #black love #melaninpov #afrocentric #afrocentrism #self love #spead love not hate #jonathan majors #not everything is about you #everyone isnt against you #love who you want #love who you love #stop judging #stop projecting

[sweetracha]

Can i request a smut and fluff of hyunjin where he fucks her for the first time? So he is her first. But his cock is really big so he asks her if she really wants to do this. After she said yes he started to fuck her, but after he went a few times in and out she is begging him to stop with tears in her eyes cause it hurts her so much. He stops and gives her kisses. As they saw that blood was on the condom she was trying to apologize cause she was embarrassed but he wasn't bothered and cleaned up everything. After that they cuddled a bit until she fell asleep with tears in her eyes on his chest. Are you feeling okay to write this? I would be happy if you do it, but if you don't feel comfortable then drop it.🩵

Hello Honeybun!

Sorry, this request has been sitting for a while! I believe I understand the ask, so hopfully I did it justice.

Pleasure Doesn't Have to be Pain: Hwang Hyunjin

Sugar Content: Sugar Sweet (Fluff), Spicy Sweet (Smut)

Allergy Warning: Mentions of Blood, Painful Intercourse, Reader blaming herself.

The setting was something out of a movie. Vanilla bean and cedar candles lined the ledges of the room. Soft lights twinkled through the sheer curtains. A small opening in the window lets the music of the city escape into your private haven. A safe place where you and your lover were tangled up in cold silk sheets that soothed your flushed skin. Hyunjin's fingers danced along your body like it was his own. Every touch was a part of his carefully executed choreography. Paris was the city of lovers. You wondered if it was named specifically for you two.

"My muse, look at you. Your skin is blushed. I don't think you understand how beautiful you look right now." Hyunjin spoke in a soft cadence as his lips trailed your neckline.

"Hyune, please." Your back arched off the bed as you begged for more of him.

"Shhh darling" large hands sunk your hips back to the sheets. "Let's not get carried away. It would be a shame to end the night so early." Your brain was dizzy from his kind yet condescending tone.

Slow hands removed what little clothing you had left. Your legs were spead for you and your ankles were held in place. Hyunjin just stared in awe for a moment. Before you could speak, he did.

"Such a tiny pussy. It amazes me every time." One long finger began to move up and down your slit, with no intention of pleasure, rather testing the water. He smirked at the gasp that left you when his pointer hooked your clit.

"Desperate thing. My desperate thing"

To follow his statement, Hyunjin claimed you by sliding in two fingers. He could already feel the stretch but the way you whined was telling enough. This was not new territory for you two this was quite common. Tonight however you finally wanted to feel him. You wanted to be fully intertwined with him. You wanted to be loved by him.

"More." A quiet request ghosted past your lips. Hyunjin looked up to see if it was you speaking. "More, need more"

A third finger started to poke at your entrance but was quickly stopped.

"No Hyunjin! That's not what I want!" You sounded like a brat but in reality, you were already overwhelmed by him.

"Words Darling, I need to know what you are talking about" He pushed deep inside you and began to stroke your favorite spot.

"You. I need your cock. Please"

Hyunjin was shocked by your statement. His fingers curled unexpectedly and slammed into your sweet spot. You cried out and shook on his hand while completing your high. When you opened your eyes, you saw a very dazed lover.

"Muse, I don't think this is a good idea." He hated that he could see tears welling in your eyes.

"Please! I can take it. I know you've been stretching me out each time. I'm ready." The poor boy was embarrassed that you knew his secret.

"Okay okay, shhhh. Pretty baby, we can try, okay? But you need to promise me you'll stop me if it hurts."

"I will-"

"No, I need words"

"I promise, Hyunjin"

A kiss to the lips and a silent thank you was the last exchange you two had before his covered tip was at your entrance. Just the head alone felt heavier and had more girth than what you were expecting. It slipped in with ease but Hyunjin haulted at your gasp. He searched your eyes for discomfort before moving a bit more. Behind the pain of the stretch laid a feeling of pleasure. You kept thinking to yourself, pleasure is pain. You had to endure to feel good. That's what you always heard.

Then he got halfway. A searing ache ran from your cunt to your lower stomach. You wanted to double over and cry, it was something you never felt before. Hyunjin instantly knew something was wrong, your body clamped around his cock, denying it any more access. To be honest it hurt him too but he was only focused on you.

"Oh Darling, shhhhh it's okay. No more. Just breathe." His hand cradled your tear-streaked face.

"No please, I can take it."

"No, you can't muse. It's okay. I'm not mad. No one is mad here, baby. Relax a bit for me, I'm going to pull out now." When Hyunjin retreated we saw a thin line of blood on the condom. He knew it wasn't anything bad but he didn't want to know what it would have become if he were to continue.

"The night" You were able to stumble out in despreate breathes.

"The night? Muse, what do you mean?" Hyunjin pulled you into his body and situated you sideways in his lap. He cradled you while rocking slowly. His hand brought your head to his bare chest while sweetly nosing your hair.

"It-" you began to hiccup as your breathing slowed. "It ended--early" A single tear fell from your eye and soaked into his skin.

"That is where you are wrong little muse." Hyunjin hummed as he spread your legs and gently began to wipe you clean.

"I get to spend the whole night taking care of you."

The Sweetest Batch: @goblinracha, @xx3rachaslutxx, @j-onedrabbles, @lixiesweetbrownie, @marrivmel,@lyramundana, @lixiestarryhallows, @raaaaaaahhhh

#stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #🍑 answers #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader

[luvsfics]

BE MY VALENTINE — stranger things

PAIRINGS: eddie munson x gf!reader

SUMMARY: eddie surprises you for Valentine’s Day even though you know how much he hates the holiday.

WARNINGS: afab reader. cuteness overload. one sexual joke.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

“Valentine’s Day is just for companies to make more money by forcing people to buy stuff for their partners.” Eddie rants as he stuffed his face with pretzels.

Gareth and Jeff nod their heads in agreement. “Totally man, Sarah wants me to buy all this bullshit for her like flowers and chocolate just because of this dumb holiday.” Jeff scoffed.

You sat there listening to them go on about the stupidity of Valentine’s Day. You’ve known Eddie since you were young, as his uncle was friends with your dad, so you knew about his feelings for Valentine’s Day.

“Like, why do I have to buy my girlfriend all this bullshit when I can do that throughout the year.” Eddie mentioned.

Your head turned to him and eyes squinted to a glare, “yet, you don’t.”

“But I could.” He said with an annoying smile, to which you scoffed.

“Valentine’s Day is a day to spead time with your partner and acknowledge your love for each other, I think it’s sweet.” You told the boys, “yeah, I sent suzie her favorite chocolate and made her some flowers out of paper!” Dustin said, with a proud smile on his face.

“See, Dustin gets it.” You point out.

“Whatever..” Eddie and Jeff rolled their eyes and changed the conversation to their upcoming DnD campaign.

ONE WEEK LATER. VALENTINES DAY.

You sat in your room, laying on your floral sheets as you watched a romance movie as you munched on some popcorn. Your first Valentine’s Day with Eddie and you aren’t even hanging out with him, how upsetting.

The characters began professing their love for each other and you watching in boredom as your boyfriend couldn’t even do that.

Eddie wasn’t very open about his feelings, and he was often nervous about talking about them. You couldn’t blame him, you loved him the way he was.

A loud bang from your window pulled you from your thoughts. You rushed over to your window to open it and see Eddie standing outside of it with a big bouquet of roses.

“Holy shit, what are you doing here?” You asked as you smiled at him. He was dressed up in decent clothing. A nice and clean tshirt with a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket. You stepped aside as he climbed into your room, roughing up the flowers a little.

“Get dressed sweetheart, we’re going out.” He panted with a smile, brushing off his clothes.

“What? Why?” You questioned. “Because it’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?”

“But I thought you hated Valentine’s Day?” You asked with a confused expression, fiddling with your fingers.

“Yeah, but my love for you is stronger than my hate for Valentine’s Day.” He said, sitting the roses on your bed.

“Really?” You said excitedly, to which he nodded with a smile. You squealed and began jumping up and down over to your closet. You searched through your clothes for a nice dress, finding a pink floral one in the back.

You ran to the bathroom and threw on the dress and fixed your hair. You opened the drawer and grabbed some mascara and brushed on some your eye lashes, not having time for a full face of makeup.

You walked back into your room and grabbed some wedged heels from your closet. “Well, aren’t you the most beautiful girl in the world..” he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You giggled as his soft lips pecked your skin.

You moved towards your dresser and grabbed your favorite perfume and spritzed some on.

“Ready?” He asked. “Yep!” You smiled at yourself in the mirror. You both climbed out of your window and shut it before walking to his car that was parked beside your house.

He ran up to the passenger seat and opened your door, “m’lady,” he bowed. You laughed,”thank you, kind sir.” You said before bowing yourself.

You hopping into the car and sat as he ran to his side and hopping into his seat. He started the car and began to drive away, “Where are we going?” You asked, “The diner on Main Street.” He said with a smile as he turned his gaze to you. Your face lit up, that diner was the place you had your first date, “Eddie, you didn’t..”

“I did, asked them to reserve the same booth we sat in too.” He added. You stared at him in awe, This wasn’t the man who hated Valentine’s Day just a week ago.

“Why are you doing this? You don’t have to do this when you and I both know you hate it.” You said, but he stopped you. “I was being a dickhead last week. Yes, I think Valentine’s Day is mostly stupid but I love you and I want to do something special because I know you love Valentine’s Day.”

You pouted you lips as your heart bursted in joy, “I love you so much.” You confessed. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, “I love you too, beautiful girl.” He turned onto Main Street and parked on the side of the road by the entrance to the diner. He laid your hand on the consul and jumped out of the car to open your door for you again.

You smiled and took his hand and you both stepped into the colorful diner, the smell of burgers filling your noise and 80s music filling your ears.

“Eddie, hey!” The manager, Dillon said from behind the counter.

“Sup man!” Eddie replied before leading you to your table that he had saved for the two of you. You seat yourselves on either side of each other.

Dillon brings over menus for you both and you scan the menu over, looking at all the delicious greasy dishes listed.

“Order whatever you want, baby. It’s on me.” Eddie mentioned, you look up from your menu, “are you sure? I can pay…you already bought me flowers so just-“ you began before he cut you off, “No, everything is on me tonight. I gotta spoil my girl every now and then.” He smiled. You sighed, gazing back at your slightly sticky menu.

The cheeseburger sounded amazing, the diner food was always good, especially their burgers. You saw they were having a sale on their milkshakes for Valentine’s Day, $1.50 all flavor milkshakes.

“Baby, look!” You said as you pointed to the advertisement. He looked up and read the sale, he nodded, “get one, I’ll get one too.” He said as Dillon came back to the booth.

“So, what can I get for you guys?” He asked as he held up his notepad.

“I’m gonna get a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a strawberry milkshake.” Eddie said as he closed the menu.

“And for you?” Dillon asked, “I’m thinking a cheeseburger with fries and a vanilla milkshake.” You said, Dillon nodded and walked away with your orders.

Eddie grimaced, “Vanilla? So basic.” He joked to which you scoffed, “Ok Mr. Strawberry. I’m basic?” You asked as you tilted your head, “at least I’m getting my fruit in for the day.” He said, you bursted out laughed at his words, “oh yeah, totally. So healthy.” You giggled.

After a few minutes go by and chatter between the two of you continued, your food came out. The burgers were huge and the fries were stacked up. Your milk shakes had a mountain of whipped cream on top with a cherry to finish it off.

“Enjoy.” Dillon said with a smile as he walked away with his now empty tray.

Eddie quickly stole your cherry off your milkshake, “Eddie!” You exclaimed as you kicked his leg with your foot.

“Ow!” He yelped. You took your finger and flicked some whipped cream on your finger off his milkshake and into your mouth.

“Woah, no fair!” He exclaimed, you smiled at him “don’t worry, that’s not the only cream of yours I’ll be stealing tonight.” He began coughing, choking on his own saliva. “Jesus, baby. Not here..” he looked around to see if anyone heard, though everyone was busy eating and chatting amongst themselves.

When his eyes drew back to you, you shot him a small wink as you dug into your burger. You both ate your burgers and conversed about the most random things, laughs were shared and you felt happier than ever. Dates with Eddie were always fun, and they ended even better.

As you finished up and Eddie paid, you walk out to his van hand in hand. “Thank you, Eddie. I had fun tonight.” You said as you pressed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“I did too, sweetheart. I love you, you know.” He confessed. You smiled, “I love you too, Eddie. So much.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fanfic #eddie my beloved #eddie munson season 4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #fluff #valentines day #happy valentine's day #happy valentines

[auspicioustidings]

JUST READ SAVAGE AND IT REALLY DID SOMETHING TO ME OH MY GOD. 🫣🫣

I love all your writing but this!! THIS!! This touched some weird part in my brain I didn't know existed.

I'm sorry if I'm just mindlessly mumbling here but I really don't know how to praise something normally. I just have so many emotions about this piece?? Regular words won't cut it, they can't describe how I feel.

Gotta go to sleep fantasizing about possible plot's and continuations........ Because here's so much potential!! I love medieval settings because of angst and drama opportunities and this one is just absolutely perfect!! All trauma and uncertainty reader would have to experience because of Soap's and Ghost's behaviors is just sooo tasty!! 5 Michelin stars dish right here. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Just thanks for writing it!! It really made my night.

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH! I know I keep saying it, but heavy smut is truly not my wheelhouse, so posting this was a nerve-wracking experience.

I don't think I'll ever write a full continuation, but happy to bounce off of ideas if y'all have any :)

Luckily me and Noel were discussing what we think would happen after, so I've summarised those ideas below the cut!

CW: non-con

Think what would happen is Simon gets you back, is violent in punishing you then turns gentle and loving to brainwash you into adoring him (much like Johnny just did). Curiously though he also keeps you near the border not very well guarded instead of moving you further in country. Cue these two men who hate each other stealing you for the other, punishing you for being with them and then moving onto making you fall in love with them. It's confusing, it's awful, they are trying to one up one another by leaving permanent marks (Johnny bites you so hard it scars) or putting permanent jewellery on you (Simon is watching the necklace and bracelets get permanently connected by the smith and is getting hard just thinking about how the fucking animal up North will react seeing that).

They both say mean, degrading shit to you as if you are the one always going to the other man and speading your legs and not being kidnapped and forced. Simon out of the two is scarier in his threats, tells you (this bit is fully Noel and it made me see stars):

"Maybe I ought to just throw you back to that MacTavish, like the filth that you are." Fucking spits out the name like it's a curse alone, never losing his brutal rhythm pounding into you. "Fuckin' tart, I can feel you getting tighter just mentioning that bastard rogue. Don't you forget, you belong to me."

Things change when you are crossing the border one day. This game has been going on so long that sometimes they just let you go yourself. You run into a small unit of soldiers from France and they take you. Johnny and Simon both think you are with the other, so it isn't until Johnny shows up pounding on Simon's door because he wants you back and he's hidden you too well that they realise neither has seen you for a month.

They rescue you of course but you are so broken (when they find you, you are so happy to see them and they realise you think that you are dying and this is a vision) that both of them abandon their posts and whisk you off to a peaceful country somewhere to heal. They don't have one mean word to say to you, they're never violent with how they touch you.

Your little home they build is filled with kids soon enough and it's this lovely, soft life. Then the kids are all sent off to boarding school and they revert back to the good old days of fucking you into the dirt and then sending you back to the other to see what creative ways they can be rougher <3

#mhairidrabbles #anytime Noel has ever entertained one of my ideas it actually takes a year off of my life how fucking good her ideas are #mhairianswers

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩

⧫ Character: Nanami

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Wordcount: 0.9k

⧫ WARNINGS: sub!reader, fingering, oral (f! receiving), bondage, squirting, Nanami getting called daddy

Nanami was always so well put together, not a single wrinkle in his clothes, not a single hair out of line and something inside of you wanted to destroy it, make a Mess out of him and make him drive out of his skin. You wanted to see how he had to loosen his tie out of anger, fearing to suffocate otherwise, wanted to see him with messed up hair and steaming from all this pent up stress and anger - and you had the perfect plan mapped out in your head.

“Kennn, can you stay a few more minutes?” You whine, holding onto his wrist as you were still in bed. He only got back to the bedroom to kiss you goodbye so he sighed “what do you need?” He asked irritated, watching you rub your thighs together under the blanket “again? Was the night not enough?” He asked slightly amused and peeled the covers away, having you giggle and hide behind your hands. He didn't want to be late but he also couldn't let the love of his life beg for him and leave her unsatisfied. With a sigh he took of his suit and rolled the sleeve of his shirt up so it wouldn't get messy.

You just watched him with anticipation, speading your legs nice and wide so he could see your arousal glistening on your folds. “We have to make this quick, yes?” he mumbled and kissed the inside of your thigh before sliding his fingers through your folds, stopping to rub small circles on your clit to earn a few moans from you. He hated quickies but he had no time to take this slow, just wanting to satisfy you before heading to work. Your fingers tangled in the sheets when you felt two of his thick digits enter your needy cunt, a hum coming from him before he curled them upwards into your sweet spot. “Y-your tongue… Please” you begged, always falling apart quickly when his skilled tongue flicks your clit, soft lips wrapping around it to suck on it just the right amount.

He sighed again and rolled his eyes but he couldn't deny you anything, especially not if you ask for it like this, all desperate. Nanami kissed down your thighs to your core, not wasting any time to devour you like his very last meal. When he looked up at you to watch your face contorted in pleasure, it was too late for him to react, your hands already on their way to your hair and before he could stop you, you had your fingers buried in his blonde strands, pulling his face closer to your cunt. He hated this. He hated every second so he took your hands away. “You dirty vixen. You know my hair is off limits“ he growled, your giggles only feeding his anger. Taking his fingers out of you, he loosened his tie, feeling how it's suddenly too tight by the way you seemed amused by how angry he got. “Will you behave?” He asked annoyed and you shook your head - of course you did. With a “tsk” he took his tie off and tied your hands to the headboard of the bed, making you gasp.

“Be good for me and I’ll untie you.” he growled before resuming to his former position, devouring your cunt as three of his fingers abused your hole. “Ken please- too much” you whined out, feeling your high approach dangerously fast, trying to get your hands free again to push him down but you couldn't, only able to take what He gives you - you wanted it like this after all.

With a cry of his name you tumbled over the edge, walls fluttering around his digits as his mouth sucked harshly at your clit, tongue not stopping to flick the bundle of nerves. You couldn't catch a breath, unable to form a coherent sentence you tried closing your legs but it was to no avail, he didn't stop curling his fingers against the spongy spot inside of you, too lost in his anger to realize how you're moaning and whining in hopes to warn him but he didn't listen, feeling your liquids gush right into his face and onto his shirt he didn't want you to ruin. “I told you to behave” he snarled, delivering a light slap right onto your cunt which left you yelping.

This side of him was new and you liked it, tugging on the tie that tied you up made him chuckle “I told you I’ll until you when you behave. This sure wasn't it” he spat and began to undress, eyeing the time in the corner of his eye “making me late for work hm? I hope you can handle more because you will have to take it” he hummed, turning you on your stomach, quickly pushing a pillow under your stomach. “Can you take more?” He asked sincere and you nodded eager “I take everything you give to me…wanna be your good girl, daddy” you hummed, loving to see a light blush on his cheeks at the new nickname. Your amusement was cut short though, ramming his cock into you with one harsh thrust of his hips, giving you no time to get adjusted before he started to pound into you.

Discovering this side on him might have been your biggest blessing but it will sure be your downfall, he will fuck this attitude out of you whenever you decide to act up - but maybe that's exactly what you wanted to achieve.

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #nanami x reader #Nanami smut #Nanami x you #Nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen Nanami #jujutsu kaisen smut #repost

[valcaira]

"Empaths" be like:

"I'm such an empath!! I'm such a good person who would never abuse anyone and I'm literally an angel on earth because I can sense the ✨energy✨ of others!!!! Live Laugh Love!!!!! Anyway that's why I want every single narcissist to die a horrible death and rot away in prisons and be segregated from soceity and be abused and kill themselves and I love speading hate about people with a specific subset of mental illness that they cannot control. Look how much of a pure and loving empath I am!!!!!!"

#kill bite maim #ableism #sanism #empath #empathy #narcissistic abuse #npd #cluster b #hypoempathy #no empathy #narc abuse #suicide baiting mention #hypocrisy #mental illness

[m30wk1ttycat]

coincidence? maybe.

contains: mentions of violence, violence i think?? (can you tell i have no damn idea what to put in here?) pairing: newt x reader

gally broken-nosed, chuck seemingly terrified, jeff and clint worried - yeah, all newt's fault.

perhaps teasing the only girl in the glade wasn't exactly the best idea. not when newt was growing attached to said girl (you). it was like he was a completely different person. he wasn't violent. not ever. so when gally got led away by newt after gally insulted you, you found it odd. because who would suspect the sweet guy, newt, beating the life out of gally? no one.

newt believed in keeping order in the glade. three rules - the 2nd one being to never hurt another glader. but what did he do? beat up a glader. that glader, as suprising as it was, being gally.

gally then returned to the med-jack hut with a bloody nose. you, jeff and clint later found out that it was broken. but how did he even manage to break his nose? wasn't he supposed to be the more.. erm, careful one, since he was a builder?

"come, sit," jeff murmured, sitting him down on one of the beds. gally shot you a harsh glare, but for what reason, you had no clue.

chuck peeked into the med-jack hut, trying to make it go unnoticed by the other three. you saw him, the other didn't. chuck waved you over in hopes you'd leave the three alone and hear him out. knowing him, you knew he wouldn't leave you alone. so you decide to ask clint for a break, to which he agrees.

you walk out, and as soon as you do, you get pulled deep into the forest. by chuck, of course.

"where are we going, again?"

nothing.

"chuck."

still nothing.

"chuck, what's up? you okay?"

he jerks his head towards you, still leading you into the forest. his grip on your wrist hasn't loosened one bit, and if anything, it only tightened. he looked around to see if anyone was near - which there wasn't.

"newt's injured. i dunno what happened, but his hands are all bruised and cut up. he won't tell anyone what's wrong." "what?-"

before you could continue, chuck looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. oh, if only he knew why newt's knuckles were burised..

"please, Y/N. go ask him about it or something. just anything!" he says, hoping his puppy eyes were enough to convince you. this kid was good.. real good. his puppy eyes were impressive, almost. "he's in the gardens," he mumbled, looking away from you.

"wait, wait, how did he even-" again, you get cut off by chuck. "Y/N, talk to him."

you hated being cut off, but this was chuck. you loved him as if he was basically your little brother! sometimes annoying, yes, but he had a heart of gold. he had good intentions, you knew that. "fine. just stop whatever this is."

he immediately drops your wrist and smiles. "great!!" he walks away, and you make your way to the gardens.

there he was. newt, trimming the vines with some shears, bandages wrapped around his hands, hiding his bruised knuckles - same ones that chuck told you about.

chuck was the first one who told you about newt's injuries, since newt didn't come to the med-jack hut so he could get his wounds tended to.

"newt?" you murmured, looking at his hands still. realizing you were staring, you looked into his eyes instead, a red hue speading across your cheeks.

he didn't notice you at first, but when you called his name, he looked at you almost immediately, unable to stop the smile that crept up on his face. such an innocent smile, really. his british accent? a single word from him could make you melt. he put down the shears, just so he could meet your eyes with a smile. feigned or not, it was adorable and only made his face light up, seemingly. "yeah? you need something?" he asked.

great. just great, now i have to come up with an excuse.. "just.. worried about you."

"that's cute."

rolling your eyes at his response just made him grin, completely forgetting about the fact that he was the one who caused gally the nasal fraction. his excuse? probably something along the lines of "sorry, just a reflex, y'know?"

"your hands, newt." pause.. "what's up? what happened to ya?"

such an odd coincidence, wasn't it? not even an hour ago, gally was teasing you about being a spoiled princess, then getting led away by newt. maybe it was a coincidence.. but maybe it wasn't, because how would someone like gally break his nose? how would newt manage to get his hknuckles bruised, if not punching someone or something, at least? you sigh, trying to get your mind off things. things like newt's bruised knuckles, gally's fractured nose.. bruised knuckles, fractured nose..

then comes his answer to your question. "i'll be fine. just a few bruises here and there, y'know?"

yet, you still felt bad. not even knowing what happened that he had ruby red specks - slowly developing into bruises - you sigh, again.

"just don't go around doing stupid stuff, hm?" you suggest with an annoyed grin. in that moment, his both arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he kissed your forehead. "i'll be safe, i promise."

#newt x reader #newt x y/n #the maze runner #the maze runner newt #tmr newt #newt tmr #newt #newt maze runner

[mahayanapilgrim]

Thangtong Gyalpo's Counsel To The People Of Paro, Bhutan

People on a great pilgrimage from Paro in Bhutan then came to meet the great adept. "When the Dharma had not spread in our country,"

they said, "you kindly spread the Dharma. Now the Dharma has spread even more than it had when you came. Master, we are about to die from missing you so much. Please, by all means, come to Paro." The great adept replied, "If you are devoted to me, meditate that I am on the top of your head, and offer prayers."

"If we meditate on you, blessings come, but since we have little pure perception in regard to Dharma, and great attachment and hatred, we will die competing with our paternal relatives about which of us is best. So we request an oral instruction that will benefit our minds."

"Keep this warning about impermanence in mind and think about it!"

he said, and spoke this:

The lord, the Dharma lord whose kindness can never be repaid, rests as an ornament on the top of my devoted head.

In general, sentient beings wandering in samsara, and in particular, all who know that those beings have been your mother, spead your fingers on your chests and think about this!

When you think about death and the impermanence of life, sadness and renunciation arise.

Don't be attached to this samsara as a home!

Rely on the antidote for this enemy, the afflictions!

Don't carry a load of sins and obscurations!

Don't accumulate ripening evil karma!

This precipitous path of the intermediate state is difficult to travel. This road to the next life leads to a distant place.

Everyone falls into the hands of the Lord of Death.

This life is dwindling right now, moment by moment. Like cattle being led to the slaughter ground, it's uncertain whether death will be tomorrow or the day after.

The circulation of breath is about to stop at the entrance to your nostrils. All the soothsayers, Bönpos, and doctors give up.

A soft mat is laid out, but you hurt from below.

A soft pillow is placed, but the flesh of your jaw stiffens. You wear many clothes, but can't get warm. The odor of the dying clings to your body. The filth of a corpse attaches to your face. The sublime taste of many delicious foods is lost. You drink a sip of water, but it catches in the throat. Your tongue can't speak a single word of speech. Your nose, the organ of scent, is blocked with mucus. The clear lamps of your eyes shrink inward. Unable to move the body, your physical strength is gone.

The mere thread of your breath makes a rasping sound. Anguished relatives cry and hold you. You have no idea where you will go, but they hope for the dying to fulfill the aims of the living, crying, "Give us advice, leave a will!" And as you are thinking, sadness arises.

You want to stay, but have no self-control.

You're lost to the power of the mara of the Lord of Death.

Loving relatives are depressed and grieving.

Hateful enemies praise the gods, singing and dancing.

Some hide your food and valuables in secret.

Some make arrangements for the corpse.

You have no self-control over the mode of birth or where you will be reborn.

Even if you know what to do, the force of karma is too strong.

Valuable things won't turn the face of the Lord of Death.

The wealthy leave empty-handed and naked.

A fine, clever man is stricken mute.

There is nowhere for heroes to join swords.

The bravery of virile men ends here.

The radiant complexion of a stunning woman fades. The face of a charming girl is no use here. Even with many subjects, attendants, and servants who bear suffering for you in many ways, you will go alone.

Even though your sons and daughters have gathered, you will go alone. Anguished people can't bear to part. Grasping people are attached to their valuables.

They remember Dharma at that moment, but it's too late.

All people who have committed non-virtuous acts are welcomed in advance by the agents of Yama, driven from behind by the winds of their evil deeds, and crushed from above by the burden of ripened karma.

The various fears of a confused mind appear.

Unbearable punishments torment the mind.

Guilt arises about actions done before.

You think, "From now on, I must practice Dharma!"

But if you die right now, what can you do?

It's time to think it over again.

Everyone eats a mouthful of food.

Everyone wears clothes on the body.

Food and wealth other than that are extra.

It's better if you resort to the jewel of contentment.

Everyone keep these words in mind!

Ask the experts, "Is this true?"

When people with renunciation and faith hear and think about these words, weariness of samsara will certainly arise.

(King of the Empty Plain)

#buddha #buddhist #buddhism #dharma #sangha #mahayana #zen #milarepa #tibetan buddhism #thich nhat hanh

[ca-suffit]

I wonder how your guys' minds work. Just how hating source material goes along with fawning over the show that's done out of love for it? I've seen several of you, and the way you are also always in a state of conflict with somebody just tracks. Because it's insane double standards and you try to spead it, which nobody in this community likes. This is an old thing that means a lot to people. Have some compassion and stop fucking siphoning negativity.

"I've seen several of you, and the way you are also always in a state of conflict with somebody just tracks." "This is an old thing that means a lot to people. Have some compassion and stop fucking siphoning negativity." u know anne rice threatened to sue her own fans don't u lol. weaponized her fanbase against ppl she didn't like, encouraged doxing and other IRL shit. pulled out her lestat voice to yell at ppl like he was real and backing her up? u think this fandom is stable normally lol?? this is a psych ward, baby. I'm just playing along :)

#asks #interview with the vampire #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #amc iwtv #iwtv 2022 #anne rice #vampire chronicles

[daiescapism]

she/they ✿⁠ asian ✿⁠ 21+ ✿⁠ aries ✿⁠ infp

(p.) just a random small town girl. someone that really love to read fanfictions rather than touch her piles of novels. animanga/manhwa/manhua enjoyer ;)

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current interest!

🎤 hypnosis microphone; amemura ramuda, aohitsugi samatoki, amaguni hitoya.

🎴 tokyo revengers; matsuno chifuyu, mitsuya takashi, kakucho, kokonoi hajime, inui seishu.

⚽ blue lock; isagi yoichi, kurona ranze, itoshi rin, mikage reo, hiori yo, bachira meguru, karasu tabito.

🪄 jujutsu kaisen; gojo satoru, choso, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, mei mei, nanami kento, mahito.

etc; moriarty the patriot • 86 • noragami • chainsaw man • given • tsurune • bakuten • sasamiya • watakon • mahou yome • jigokuraku • sousou no frieren • kusuriya no hitorigoto • etc

🎮 tears of themis; marius von hagen • path to nowhere; shalom, oak casket, donald, bai yi main • genshin; xiao, kaeya, hutao main.

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please, do not interact with me if you're;

🚩 homophobic · racist · lgbtq-phobic · fandom police · spead hate to peoples and to a character(s) · love fanwar

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for everyone who reads this, just wanna say that no matter what people says just remember that you've done a great job, you are amazing, pretty, you lifes and dreams matter ❣️

thank you for surviving until now! 💓

[sonnetnumber23]

Thank you dear @curiouslissa and @maniacalmole for sending me questions from writer’s ask! I found them very interesting and inpossible to answer, lol. It was real fun! Sorry the post is so long – I guess, I very much enjoy talking about doing things instead of, you know, actually doing them.

I’ll combine your asks, okay?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I don’t really have rituals now. I just want silence and my computer. Oh, and I suppose I can’t write after meals. You know as they say: “An artist must be hungry.” It’s hard to write when I’m hungry, but it’s absolutely impossible to write when I’m full. So you see that there’s very little opportunity and time for me to write, lol. Now you know why it’s always taking me so damn long to finish stuff.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

I’m not sure I fully understand if “go feral” is positive or negative in this context. :’D

So I’ll just mention things that make me feel things, lol.

The English the word I absolutely dislike for some reason is affection. Ew! It sounds so formal – as if a person considers all feelings to be some sort of mental disease or weakness of soul. There’s something both in the formation of the word and in the sound of it. Why don’t they just say “love” or “fondness”? XD

The word I absolutely adore is vulnerable. Every time I see it in the text I go numb and cold inside for a moment and then feel a weird aching fondness spead all over me. :D It’s also amazing ‘caus it doesn’t fully translate into Russian (my first language) – we’d need like three different words to choose from, and none of them would convey the whole range of meaning.

In Russian I can’t really come up with a word that affects me on its own. I really hate the word сердце (‘heart’) when it’s used in literature to describe feelings. I have good imagination and I understand metaphors and stuff, but every time someone says something like ‘I love you with all my heart’, I immediately picture an organ, and all that anatomy doesn’t help me feel for the characters.

I love the word хотя (‘although’) – it sounds and feels like a small door opening into the wonderland of possibilities.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

When someone reads it, of course! XD And quotes it back at you, and says in which moments they laughed or gasped. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t say it. But if we mean the process, I really like the moments when a supporting character you hadn’t cared for too much before suddenly starts opening up, and you fall in love with them so much that they might even overshadow the main characters for a while.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Oooh, there’re several questions in one! I fear this is going to be boring and pretentious. Sorry!

I think I started when I was like 5-6 y.o, and I was making up stories in my head which I can now describe as hurt/comfort original stories and fics. I have no idea why. Always was ashamed of those. I wish someone had told me back then that there was a whole genre for them and a lot of people who enjoyed the same stuff. Later, I started writing down stories mostly about characters I knew too well (as they were all based on me and people I knew) and things I knew nothing of – like spies and made up politics or magic and places from my dreams.

There was an episode when I was about 15 and was writing one of my rather childish fantasy novels. I met a person in my music club – he was about 40 then and loved asking people questions like: ‘What was your creative journey?’ And he asked me: ‘So, you write. What are you writing for?’

I thought a bit and said quite confidently, because it has always been the purpose for me: ‘I want to make some people happy. I want to bring some joy.’

Later it transformed a bit, and the main purpose of writing became: ‘I want to talk. I can’t talk directly, because I’m afraid of being misunderstood, but I want to, and I want someone to hear me.’

Oh yeah, there were bumps! :D I suppose the biggest bumps happened when I sent my works to a few of young writers’ contests. I mean, those are places where you’re lucky to even be selected as a participant. And they chose me, and I was delighted. And then, during the seminars where the writers and editors are dissecting your story or play you realize what a complete useless looser you are. And the worst thing is that you understand that they are right and it really is a shit story/play. XD The fun thing is that it never made me want to give up writing. Not in the slightest. If anything it made me want to work harder to show myself and everyone that I have something give. But it did make me feel less about myself. And it made me give up on going to the contests and conferences.

However, what saved me from that upsetting period was fanfiction. It made me return to my original purpose – writing for the sake of fun and for bringing joy to others. And it’s the thing that really matters, I think.

Now, as I’m trying to go back to the original thing I’ve been writing fot a while already, I’m trying to make it a talk that could probably make someone happy along the way. Or at least make someone feel things. I dunno.

 25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Nothing’s irrelevant to the story, c’mon! :D

His door bell doesn’t work. His clients always inform him beforehand about their visits and his friends never come to his flat (for reasons). Therefore every time someone knocks unexpectedly, he’s stressed.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

I start by playing the part. Like I’m in the theatre and I’m acting out this scene, playing the character. So I need to feel how they move, talk, and think. Then to make them plausible and relatable, I bring as much of myself into them as it seems natural for this or that character. Just some random thoughts or little details of habits. So at the end it’s impossible to say who’s in whose head.

I don’t so much regret as I sometimes envy those of them who – even though they’ve come out of me – managed to become better people than I am.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Shame. The simple thought of: ‘What’s the point of you if you can’t even do the only thing you love doing?’ XD

#writing #long post #procrastination

[jaysmentalspace]

It's over. It's done.

Why continue to spead hate against either person/party.

There was love in the beginning, at some point or stage it twisted and morphed into malice.

Pain was caused to both.

Hate was born.

If we continue to speak ill and negatively, we continue to add to the chain of hatred and allow it to grow.

Let it go, let it flow.

Cycle back and allow the love to bud anew.

It's over, it's done.

Let there be peace.

#johnny depp #amber heard #onelove #no more hate #peace #i stand with johnny depp #bob marley #captain jack sparrow #justice for johnny depp #give peace a chance

[afriendofmara]

Genuinely it infuriates me to see people that post about "God is in charge, im giving it over to him. Thanks for guidance god" or whatever bullshit old ladies on Facebook find, and then their next post is about How We Need A Border Wall to Stop Those Immigrants. Like, did you miss the part of Following The Christian God where he said love your neighbor. Did you ever stop to think about how this is speading hate. Where is the disconnect in your fucked up mind

#ohp its me again #christians #infuriating

[mydyspraxiablog]

Having dyspraxia got good and bad point I find hard to communicate with people so don't have friends long but moving on next things.

I always try please other people but should look after myself first I forget look after me and I always want happy the family too but can't do college Engish crouse in Stoke on trent college mum saying " You not going you won't be able find it" " So feel not listern can't do cannock college or Stafford college all Engish crouse in the evering and no buses and taxi are too full up in evering and no buses and don't like walk back in the dark. S0 told mum you email this person of Stoke on trent college because can't email back mum won't let me going." AS usely got no help with emails at why last engish crouse with it did fash card it embarrassed use them.

I be few holidays but too many listern here but going talk about about holiday in Turkey, It holiday should not have but also looking forward to holiday again Now Dyspraxia is part Austim now but I adult Dyspraxia with on Austim spectrum so put on Sunflowers hidding disability landyard go East middle Airport then went Tui deck check in case and Gluten free case load on the plane.( I hope don't going missing). So went assistance desk moading about few things and didn't like travel byself on seat need help open things like coffee lid and airport meal. Sad for me Tui didn't any Gluten free food for me so have order vegetarian meal and chips been Coelic that promble with Tui part from that hiccup thinking wet well and did assistance it help going on the plane and different with stairs had hold up hate people push down past you when trying get up safely and some people just rude.

Now when arrived Turkey I stayed on plane for assistance and got going to past port control but only 1 caring through lift so me mum and going with next lift then going up to passport control usely get nevers about this point because in another Country but rules are different from uk( I forget say I wear hearing aids so need put recharge in the hand luggage " )there storys coming up later.

So arrived to Turkey at St Nicholas Hotel Park and it beautiful and didn't spead much because had gluten free cornfalk in morning and cheese and tomato otement. It was very nice and did have some nice meals but only thinks because buffet people had pizza 🍕 and ham burgers use Gluten free food so can't use the food again.it upset people wasn't waiting that upset people didn't think again.

I had tuna saled some had tuna sandwiches and was ill few days because of it. So only did Swimming 🏊‍♂️ twice ( This isn't any way feel safe to swimming in uk at movements) so it always learn swimming in Turkey 🇹🇷 let UK down at movements.

Then went on sailing boat lovely the sailing boats 🚢 and went around Turkey Island but we should keep quiet when sailing going up but making too much noise talking French person and Spain teacher and told them what uk really like isn't rich country anymore even our doctors and nurses and schools teachers going to food bank but isn't soft country at movements all money going to fat cat instead Then told how sponder child in Ethiopia called compassion uk in name of Jesus Christ 🙏 so girls can going to School and give to earth appeal to Turkey earthquake in the past but told story how got scram but won't be going piza hut or pizza express not now lost my customer.

I really enjoy sailing boat and but too much saled.

Now went to up cable car for £9 I didn't want going too far up mountain because I afraid heghit and didn't really want going cable car but glad did now.I felt uncomfortable zoon.

Post pictures of Sunflowers hidding disabilities

#dancing #sunflowers hidding disabilities #coeliac

[deviantartdramahub]

I'm setting this as anonymous because I don't want to be doxxed by OG-01 like has happened to other people.

People can shit on Triagonal all they want, but I don't share MagistraInferna's love (despite her claims she is only there to shitpost) for people who ban evade and spead misinfo like in said ban evader's comment section as https://web.archive.org/web/20230807142132/https://www.deviantart.com/og-01 and tell people to die like at https://web.archive.org/web/20230805204809/https://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2695973/5076352557 and https://web.archive.org/web/20230805204155/https://www.deviantart.com/og-o2 and shame Triagonal's friends at https://web.archive.org/web/20230805204406/https://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2705190/5076365957 but then make the claim at https://web.archive.org/web/20230805211700/https://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2705181/5076352946 when someone mentions reporting him. I don't think I disbelieve Triagonal anymore about the rumors being fake and the stuff she has to put up with.

He claims Triagonal came back as OG-O2, who in turn claims he is OG-01 in disguise, but Triagonal claims to be neither of them. Wouldn't the same reasoning that leads us to conclude OG-01 is right about OG-O2 being Triagonal also lead us to conclude OG-O2 is OG-01? Wouldn't the same reasoning that leads us to conclude OG-01 is right about not being OG-O2 also lead us to conclude Triagonal is right about not being either of them?

There has been a surge of Triagonal hate lately, and that’s saying something. Trust me, MagistraInferna does condemn OG-01, she condemned someone else recently for the same exact things. She has my trust she no longer has anything anyone can conclude she’s a hypocrite due to, and I can tell reading something when trust is respected.

[thebestofthebestofthebestof]

I hate loli/shota fans not just cause theyre in denial that their kink is pedophilic, not just because theyve deluded themselves into thinking just because its fiction its 100% harmless (its not. Speading even fictional depictions of child rape on the internet for children to see is bad actually, and survivors retraumatizing themselves instead of moving on and not being caught up in unbalanced power dynamics...it doesnt have to be this way...)

But i also hate them cause i love a lot of kid characters cause theyre cutesy and i DO NOT wanna be associated with loli/shota people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pisses me off!!!!!!!!!

#sorry for going off i have opinions lol #ive been into anime and cartoons for a long time ive come to some conclusions lmao