#the way these bitches dominate my brain is insane

[not-my-digital-footprint]

fantasy high art dump (with some miscellaneous ravening war)

#the way these bitches dominate my brain is insane #imma try to fully render the saint Kristen one when i have the chance #watch me tag every char #kalina d20 #ayda aguefort #garthy o'brien #aelwyn abernant #kristen applebees #tracker o'shaughnessey #fabian seacaster #fabian aramais seacaster #baron from the baronies #colin provolone #gilear faeth #raphaniel charlock #boggy the froggy #figayda #fantasy high #the ravening war #d20

[headspace-hotel]

Thinking of your post on the problems of veganism as a movement vs veganism as a lifestyle choice/one technique amongst many, that also applys super well to my issues with degrowth (And anticonsumerism as well) as a movement vs degrowth as one technique amongst many for dealing with the hydra-crisis of overproduction/resource overuse/destroying people and places for resources.

Like, in particular as an autistic person the continual recurring insistence that we need to just "change our desires" creeps me out. As someone who's difficulties were dismissed as just "having a bad attitude" and who's interests were so often dismissed as a waste of time instead of preparing for a job in the "real world" IDK if they truly understand the full horrifying implications of that line of thought.

So here's the thing with the concept of "overconsumption"

I had to do this whole project on overconsumption in my Anthropology class where I compared my consumption habits to those of someone 2 generations older, the prof clearly had in mind that we would discover a particular result that I did not end up finding.

I had to watch this documentary called "Affluenza" which was all about how Americans consume too much and they shop and buy things for fun and it's killing the planet, and it kept making these statements like "The average american does X..." and "X" would be something insane that I've never dreamed of doing.

Now I technically grew up below the poverty line, we were always financially insecure and struggling to pay bills and there was never any extra money lying around.

But my upbringing felt average, even privileged. We had a house instead of a trailer on cinder blocks, we had food and clothes. Compared to the upbringing of my mom and virtually everyone she knew growing up, we lived in fabulous luxury.

And the "overconsumption" lesson was bizarre to me because it brought up things like "going shopping for fun once a week" and "owning 20+ pairs of shoes" as if they were normal. I wear my clothes until they're unwearable and shop for clothes like once a year, and my mom has half as many clothes as I do. She feels guilty buying anything for herself and HATES shopping.

It feels like the dominant resources on living an eco friendly lifestyle presume that we have far more agency in what we buy and use than we actually do, instead of being stuck with the cheapest or closest available thing, and that our lives are full of extraneous, non-essential "consumption."

That class brought up the idea of "conspicuous consumption" a lot, or buying things to obtain social status instead of for their concrete utility. The way "conspicuous consumption" was addressed in the class was not very immediately relatable to me—I never had the option of buying clothes just to appear "with it" socially. My parents couldn't buy an extra car to fit the aesthetic of the American dream—we had enough trouble keeping the one we had running. The "conspicuous consumption" that class addressed was just not available to me.

However, I don't think conspicuous consumption is endemic to stable members of a certain socioeconomic status, because consumption is partially driven by the trauma of poverty. People who grew up poor will buy you more Christmas gifts than you can store or use, because they want to spare you the shame they experienced. Their brains are molded around the trauma of not having enough, and giving you enough is their way of keeping you safe.

Conspicuous consumption as a habit is pushed on you if your ancestors were shaped by this trauma. It is a misrepresentation to think of it as driven by pride, because your ability to perform the behaviors and mimic the appearances of a higher socioeconomic status has a concrete effect on how people treat you.

I know J.D. Vance is a nutjob now and Hillbilly Elegy was...not great (I'm more appalachian than you bitch, and I'm not even appalachian!) but the one thing that book got incredibly right was the idea of "social capital" and the way access to financial security and wealth gives you social capital. This is the main thing the current understanding of "conspicuous consumption" gets wrong—the need to escape the appearance and behaviors of poverty is seen as vain and self-indulgent, when it's a survival mechanism and it's something you're expected to engage in to gain opportunities and respect.

Poverty is humiliating. People with money never think about the fact that they have money. They think of themselves as average, if they think of themselves in terms of socioeconomic status at all. Being poor ends up embedded in the grooves and folds of your brain.

I remember when I was about 12, I gave my friend an informal tour of our house the first time she came over, showing her every room. I realized later that this wasn't exactly a normal behavior—I had done it because my mom did the same thing when she brought her friend over, and my mom had done it because it was a way of saying look, I survived. Look, I have a place to live to call my own, isn't this nice?

At its worst, anti-consumerism just reinforces the myth that your consumption is purely a matter of personal choice. And unfortunately when the conversation is ruled by the privileged, this idea will appear substantiated—because rich people can choose the aesthetics of poverty without concretely affecting the way the world treats them. A rich person can choose to live in a "tiny house" but they will never be "trailer trash."

Anti-consumerism revolves around ideas that are almost irreparably tainted by the mythology of an unequal society. Rich people possess and control the aesthetic of restraint and frugality, allowing them to playact living a Simple Life where they live in a tiny minimalist cottage and eat Healthy Vegan Oat Gruel, while McDonalds is the emblem of American excess. It is poor people's behaviors and habits that exemplify excess and greed.

Anti-consumerism isn't going to change anything until it openly confronts the fact that poverty is traumatic and consumption patterns often arise from poverty survival mechanisms.

#random #overconsumption #anticonsumerism #was in my drafts for a long time wow

[misseviehyde]

OUT OF TIME

Flicking through the apps on his shiny new phone - Joe grinned in delight at his new purchase. It was 2007 and he was one of the first people in his circle of friends to own an iphone.

His wife Linda had bought it for him. They'd just got married, were deeply in love and were trying for a baby. In fact she was ovulating today and he had a good feeling that perhaps today could be the day. He was heading home shortly to make love to her, once he'd finished his work up in the office.

Joe was self employed - so he was in his own private office and his employees had all left already. His business was modest - but with good prospects for the future. Right now though - he was completely alone and with just a few things to tidy up.

Suddenly Joe's phone vibrated and he saw a picture message had come through from an unknown number. Intrigued he opened it up. Who could this be?

Joe's mouth dropped open as he saw a picture of an incredibly gorgeous looking twenty something girl in sexy lingerie. The resolution of the image was incredible, far sharper and more defined than his own photos so far. She appeared to be holding a phone like his - but so much more futuristic and advanced looking. In fact - everything about her oozed a futuristic sexuality... girls in 2007 just didn't look like this.

The phone began to ring and Joe answered it hesitantly.

"Hi Daddy, did you get my picture?"

"Errrrr who is this? I think there's a mistake."

"No Daddy there's no mistake, my name is Krystal and I'm your step-daughter."

"Errrrr I don't have a step-daughter," he said - feeling confused.

"Not yet you don't - but years from now once you dump that loser bitch Linda you will. I'm calling you from the future Daddy."

Joe laughed, "So this is a prank call. Who put you up to this?"

"You had to settle for Linda until you made it big. Soon your business will become a success... you'll become rich and powerful and then you'll meet my Mom Shelly and me. My Mom and her big tits will own you. She gets a job as your slutty secretary and you begin banging her brains out daily. She transforms you into an Alpha male and you ditch that fat cow Linda to marry her."

"Stop it... this isn't funny," snarled Joe down the phone - though to his horror his cock was suddenly and unexpectedly stiffening.

"You start working out, you get a little cosmetic work done... you even get a cock enlargement. Soon you're a powerful dominant bastard who gets everything he wants."

Joe groaned suddenly at the thought of being a stud with a big cock - it sounded nice. His average five inch cock got even harder. He imagined what it would feel like to have eight or nine inches down there.

"And with your slut eighteen year old step daughter, you soon have the tightest pussy you could imagine for that big new cock to fill. That's right Daddy - you get bored of my Mom and start fucking me. You give me everything I want and spoil me rotten. It's wonderful..."

Krystal's voice was breathy and with a edge of pleasure to it. It sounded like she was touching herself.

"There's only one fly in the ointment..."

Krystal's voice changed - became petulant.

"Before you dump Linda, you get that fat loser pregnant and she has a daughter. Your prim and proper daughter Megan. For some reason you love her unconditionally and she gets in my way of totally controlling and corrupting you. That's why I'm calling Daddy."

Krystal's voice became seductive and slutty again.

"Right now that fucking loser is swimming around in your balls as a tiny sperm. See tonight is the night Megan is conceived and I want to ruin everything. I want you to jerk that dick for me and pump all your sperm out. I want you to flush that little loser down the toilet and leave your balls drained and empty so Linda can't conceieve tonight."

"You're insane - this isn't real. You aren't from the future. That isn't possible."

Joe felt his phone *ding* as more pictures arrived. With Krystal on speaker phone he opened them up to see topless nudes of the perfect young bitch and a video of her masturbating her tight shaven pussy with a glass dildo.

"It doesn't matter if it's real or not Daddy... you're still gonna jerk off. Look how fucking hot I am? Just imagine how good my pussy would feel gripping your cock... imagine sliding it in and out of me."

Krystal began to moan down the phone, her hot pants and moans making his cock even harder.

"Grab your cock Daddy. Pump for me."

Driven horny with lust, Joe unzipped his fly and grabbed his dick. He shuddered in pleasure. He'd never had phone sex before and this was so hot and naughty.

"Yessssss... play along with the fantasy Daddy. You need to cum for me Daddy... its going to feel so fucking good to cum again and again. I want your balls pumped empty of every last sperm. Your cum belongs to me now Daddy - Linda gets nothing."

Joe couldn't believe how turned on he was. He began to follow Krystal's instructions, more pictures and videos of her playing with herself arriving to his phone for him to stroke to.

"That's it Daddy... harder... faster.... stroke that cock and give me the biggest load you can."

"Ugggghhh I should stop," groaned Joe as he pumped - his eyes glued to a video of Krystal fingering her tight cunt - "I'm supposed to go home and make love to Linda."

"No Daddy... you need to keep going. You need to cum... you need to make me happy. Once you cum Megan will be no more. I'll be your little bitch - the centre of your world. It will all be MINE Daddy. Now do it for me... cum for Krystal and betray the daughter you will never even meet."

With a moan Joe erupted. His balls convulsed as thick loads of fertile white cum erupted from the tip. His dick throbbed and throbbed - more cum oozing out as he heard Krystal's triumphant laughing.

"YES DADDY... OH YES!"

Squeezing the last of the cum out of his cock, Joe felt a flash of guilt. He had been saving that for Linda - but now he had wasted his load.

"I can always get her pregnant another night," he mused. Looking down he saw Krystal had hung up and vanished - but her pics and videos remained.

"Or I could keep jerking off to this slut... fuck she's hot. It would be kind of hot if she really was my future twisted step-daughter."

Cleaning himself up, Joe decided to finish his final task which was to read the applications for the secretary position. He would do that then head home and try to avoid having sex with Linda.

Opening the folder he gasped as he read the first application and his eyes widened in fear.

The first applicants name was Shelly and it said here she had a teenage daughter... a daughter named Krystal...

THE END

[miguel-ohara-wifey]

hey, hope ur well<3

can I request a submissive Connor fic??? I go insane when I think of him...tied up you know?? I was thinking if you could write him to beg and whimper n well, cry OUT OF PLEASURE. im so embarrassed but this would totally make my day. Thank you again <3333

*bonks* you’re welcome

Please more(Drabble)

Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton x fem!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: porn with no plot, degrading, dominant reader, submissive Connor, bondage, begging, orgasm denial, riding, roleplay, name calling

You carefully ensured the silk ropes you used on Connor didn’t overlap over his skin. It wears down the fabric including a risk of skin burn. The heat emanating from his beautifully toned body was hotter than usual. Almost the burn of a black pot on a stove, but it’s a welcome burn. You saw his dick point higher and higher to the ceiling at the sight of you completely naked, and doing a loose knot of the silk on his abs.

He never tried anything like this before, he’s used to carrying both of your orgasms during sex. Not that he minds the power fantasy of being in complete control. He didn’t want your bedroom activities to dull, so he’s more than open to this. But he realizes how much more desperate he is for this than he first thought.

The only part of him unbound was his mouth and hair, his starless night sky locks brushed past his large shoulders just barely. You made sure he could see you, gently raking your middle three fingers from the top of his forehead. To the back of his scalp, crating an opening in his locks for the front of his face. Your touch on top of his head when he had no way of resisting or reciprocating was so sexy.

Not to mention your bare breasts sweetly crushed against his own. Able to caress his favorite part of you ever so slightly. And finally, you spoke.

“All done my love…” your voice was more intoxicating than any flowers scent. How your eyes dug into his soul, threatening to steal his very freedom from him which you’re promptly on your way to do right now. Was behind sexy to boot.

Then you positioned your womanhood at the tip of his cock, just grazing his second favorite pair of your lips. Make him wince and mewl, you chuckled in response. He dipped his face at the left side of where your neck and shoulders meet. Taste testing your skin whispering into it.

“Please love, please let me-please-“ he was already out of breath and you two hadn’t even started. Your ego inflated in your brain hearing a man so strong and sexy. All helpless and needy for you, and unable to do anything about it.

“Please what?” You teased, the air of your words caressing his ear. “You’re not finishing, what do you want love?” He dotted your neck with kisses, stopping at below your jawline. Now finally working up the gusto to say it.

“Please let me fuck you…” he cried out as a whisper, “Why should I?” You inquired, you were being such a bitch. However the upward curve of his mouth you felt on your neck let you know how much he loves it.

“Because I’m so good to you-“ you cut him off sarcastically “Well you’re not so good to me now. Can’t even move without me, what makes you think I’ll let you inside of me…?” He played along, so he killed the grin on his face. Your swirling of his foreskin grew more violent, dragging out the outside of your pussy with his tip. He groaned barely getting out.

“T-then I’ll make it, fuck-worth your while after…just just please. Please love, please, please,” halfway through his terrible bargaining a single worded chant slipped from his mouth. You tenderly cut his bottom lip with both your teeth reassuring.

“Oh okay, just a little though…” his precum was an adhesive between your bodies. As you pushed your hips down so his length would partially enter you. Just seconds of more push down he’d prod your g spot. He cried out, now somewhat struggling to break free.

“More! More!” He yelled out, you already felt your thighs cramp under your entire weight now supported by them. But sheer force of wanting to drag out this scene from Connor. Allowed you to ignore the soreness setting in below your flesh.

“Mmm no-“ cheerfully denying as your shit eating grin might as well doubled in size. You started to thrust up and down only to the half of his dick. He wanted every part of his skin feeling your walls. He needed to brush against your cervix after pushing at his favorite spot inside of you. But you wouldn’t let him.

Connors usually been the one to assert control for most of his life. Leaving his tribe, being an assassin, killed who needed or deserved to be killed. He’s had to carry the burdens of what what had to be done. And punished for it every step of the way. But now, he doesn’t have to worry about choices or consequences. He’s in your cage of flesh and desire, locked by satin and barred by his own lust. It was refreshing to say the least.

You meet your nose onto his, instructing generously “I’ll let you all the way in Connor, under one condition…” he gulped, feeling his chest almost violently sink in itself as your hand was placed on it. Covertly digging your fingers through the divots of his muscles under his flesh. He was a human sculpted by the gods into this perfect form. Even by your absolute cruelest, your arms can’t help but give away how much you truly physically admire him.

“Any-anything everything, I’d do everything to have you…”

“Call me mommy-“

#Ratonhnhaké:ton #Ratonhnhaké:ton x reader #Connor Kenway #Connor Kenway x reader #requested writing #18+ #assassins creed3 #Ac3 #assassins creed #Drabble #assassins creed Drabble

[canonically47]

I need a full review of this episode please? SO much shit went down

based on popular demand and people coming in my asks with thoughts similar to mine, here is a full review of DCAS episode 2!

also, i love you guys for knowing how many thoughts i would have about this episode

right away, i had many thoughts about the magenta team’s dynamic, some more negative than others. jake and ashley became friends fast and i liked that! and james, my love! but then hunter and ally’s drama came in... hunter, i agree that you can’t memorize ALL games, but it was something she was talking about ON THE WAY HERE. i hate this guy and i feel like he’s kind of dumbed down compared to his original season, which he somehow winged until getting 4th place. (beta nick moment.)

i think fiore was more truthful and vulnerable this episode than we’re used to seeing her. and i am so happy alec stood up for her. i really think these two are going to get to merge and then make up and dominate the game.

tom is avoiding jake... i really wonder why. i was hoping he would have contacted him between seasons but nada. it’s sad to see tom, jake and miriam’s trio all split apart, and imo also somewhat of a bad choice. i think miriam should’ve been on tom’s team to talk some sense into him and get his side of the story, but maybe they’re going for something else.

it was very exciting to see the cyan team in action. tom and aiden bounce off each other so well, i love tess, gabby and ellie with all my heart and my sweet lake is doing so well <3

let me preface my thoughts about yul by saying i don’t like him because he’s a homophobic & racist asshole. that being said, i like that he and grett actually care about each other. i was worried he might be toxic - and there still is time for him to be, so i’m keeping an eye on him - and so did many people in my asks so i’m glad that’s not the case. still grett deserves better than him.

i strongly strongly STRONGLY DISLIKE how dumb jake & tom/hunter & ally are when it comes to their relationship issues. THEY ARE ADULTS. i think tom is 29 now, TWENTY-NINE, people! it’s laughable how much they act like teenagers in their first relationship and not like adults with life experience. i mean, sure, we all mature differently, but you would think they know how to communicate. apparently that is too much to ask. (and hunter is a little bitch.)

i agree with the jake anons. i didn’t think jake’s insecurities would be a big plot point until much later, to be totally honest. or rather i was hoping so. the fact that he got james out just for being a little bitch is insane. i knew fiore couldn’t go because, writing 101, she is very important to the story as an antagonist and we still need to see her growth and possibly make up with alec, even though logically she should’ve been the first to go; so i was very much hoping jake would be out. that way, both miriam and tom could see who they were on the show without having to worry about him. sadly we couldn’t get that.

i am however excited to see what aiden will do without james. they weren’t on the same team, but i’m curious how his performance will be affected by his boyfriend getting out.

side-note, i love how confident and trustful is james. he is so sure of aiden and knows he would never cheat on him, unlike jake who is a little bitch. my god i miss james so much already. he, fiore and ashley carried the team, now they’re down to only fiore and ashley.

alec has big plans and i like him for it. i just 1) don’t know what they are yet and 2) was hoping this was a good opportunity for jake to shine and stop doubting those he loves and instead those he hates. but no of course he still trusts his enemies. what an absolute dumbass. as i said in a discord server, human brains seek patterns and all of jake’s enemies telling him tom is cheating on him somehow is a pattern... so jake probably doesn’t even have a brain at this point.

i hate connor and riya’s romance subplot so much. riya is so annoying and hateful, and connor is old enough to be her dad. i dunno, age gaps just aren’t for me, even if it’s two consenting adults it’s just weird to me sorry.

cyan team carried. yellow team is somewhat of a mess but i can deal with them. magenta team is just mental and hard to watch. i really hope cyan team is the new team amazon, win challenge after challenge, and they all make merge. they deserve it. (maybe except tom. i’m still debating on whether i like him or not. he’s on thin ice.)

summary: fuck jake, fuck (???) tom, magenta team is a mess, yellow team is fine but connor and riya are hard to watch, cyan team carried, ALEC AND FIORE PLEASE MAKE UP I MISS YOU, yul is an okay boyfriend, a shit person and a fun character and i have mixed feelings on him and oh my god i cannot stress this enough: FUCK!!! JAKE!!!

#asks #my asks #anon #anonymous #anon asks #answered anon #answered asks #disventure camp #disventure camp all stars #disventure camp spoilers #odd nation cartoons #campamento desventura

[writinginstardust]

Real Conversation Prompts

Compiled a list of various things that have been said by myself and friends either irl or online and turned them into this silly little prompt list that’s mostly just humorous or general but has some fluffy and potentially angsty ones as well if you wanna take them that way. Feel free to use however you like and also to tag me in anything if you want because it would be fun to see my conversations with friends recontextualised. Have fun!

"You always being in my life is gift enough"

"I just wanna hug [them] forever"

"Baby, I'm so proud of you!"

"Just me, huh?" "Just you."

"I miss you, come back"

"I can't wait to see you"

"You're adorable"

"I wanna marry [them]"

"I support you in whatever decision you make"

"Every time I think about you my heart goes all fluttery"

"It feels like torture, but I don't want it to stop"

"You're a godsend and I adore you"

"I never want to leave"

"Get on your knees"

"They can't keep us apart"

"I feel like a monster"

"If I don't, then who will?"

"Don't do this to me"

"It's called being soulmates, bitch"

"You're not just a snack, you're a whole damn picnic"

"Hush with your valid arguments"

"Rain can suck my ass"

"I'm gonna start eating people if I don't get food soon"

"I'm ready to simp"

"You can murder, if you like, it's chill"

"I am gay and I love drama"

"No joke, I will cut a bitch for you"

"Okay fuck this, fuck it right to hell!"

"Babe, I am going to scream"

"I take payment through love"

"She's a goddess. And a villain." "So just my type then?"

"Thanks for the trauma"

"I wanna pour bleach onto my brain"

"Laptops can sense fear don't you know?"

"Interesting 3am impulse you had there"

"That ass is keeping me going through this sickness"

"Honey… that's illegal." "well no one has to know…"

"Everyone go away, no one perceive me please"

"I swear I hate [them] more with every word"

"Why is war always [their] answer?"

"God, go get therapy and embrace your emotions, damn."

"I may have gone and done something slightly insane"

"I have some questions about your sleep schedule, ma'am"

"We all had our emo phase and he is our emo dream boy"

"I’m marrying that sweet son of a bitch"

"Chaos is my main personality trait"

"How do you even manage that?"

"Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now."

"Everyone else is just gonna have to live with my decisions"

"But darling, why would I stop when it gets me what I want?"

"I love you too, but please go to bed"

"Can I fuck [them] over to the good side?"

"I am a [woman] of many talents"

"I personally think I'm hilarious, but no one appreciates me"

"You know I'm illiterate"

"Guess whose been a dumbass again"

"Karma can fuck off, I want a refund"

"I make it my mission to ace every rainbow road to assert my dominance"

"Expect that in 6-8 business months"

"I don't know why, but I'm not really up to taking that sort of advice from you"

"You’re meant to be the nice one"

"What the ever-loving fuck happened?"

"I've lost control"

"Don't you dare." "I'm gonna do a thing. You can't stop me"

"I could sleep but at what cost?"

"I am not dramatic. I am sensible. I could fall and DIE [name]. DIE. Do you want me to die? Do you?"

"My leg has gone dead. Cut it off, it's no use to me now"

"Bitch, don't laugh at me! …I'm sorry. You're not a bitch. I love you"

"That did not occur to me…"

"Wisdom teeth can honestly fuck the fuck off"

"Are you gonna be done soon or what?"

"Who will triumph? Common sense or my impulsive dumbassery?"

"I'm so incredibly unhappy with this development"

"My problem is I'm a nosy bitch"

"It's 11:11, make a wish" "I wish I was dead"

"Don't laugh about my misery"

"'Twas an angstier time"

"You ever just want to go back in time 258 years and beat the shit out of someone?"

"I don't know who I am"

*proposes with a Haribo ring over snapchat*

"I'm getting this 'fuck you' in early"

"Self care ain't always pretty"

"Guess who's about to decapitate Santa?"

"Goddamnit, how did we end up here?"

"Look, I'm dying"

"It's coming for me, I know it"

"Time to sell my kidney"

"I wanna burn a house down- I mean what?"

"What else are friends for if not providing alibis for murder?"

"Do it" "fine, but I'm making you pay for my therapy"

#prompts #writing prompts #fic prompts #prompt list #writing stuff #fluff prompts #most of these are silly because my friends and I are silly

[mostfuckableffvillain]

Round 3 - Eliminations

Some big losses here today as we say goodbye to Shuyin, Jack Garland, Sorceress Ultimecia, Rufus Shinra, Seifer Almasy, Ardyn Izunia, Angeal Hewley, and Fordola rem Lupis. We're sad to see you go.

Congratulations to Sorceress Edea, Estinien Varlineau, Reno of the Turks, Barbariccia, Elena of the Turks, Yotsuyu goe Brutus, Aranea Highwind, and Vayne Carudas Solidor! We look forward to seeing you in Round 4!

For some of the reasons this lot was nominated in the first place, look no further than the link below:

Jack Garland: >He just wants to kill chaos, gotta admire a man with a goal in life. >Dedication and resilience. >I want him to break my spine over his back and turn me into a million little rock candy fragments and he loves his tall goth wife Astos >He doesn’t give a fuck who you are unless you’re Chaos. Also, you can strip him naked ingame and play him that way. He’s waiting 2000 years for the Warrior of Light to get stronger and take him >Love >He act smart and focused but actually a moron who in fact is a genius but lost all his brain cells due to world reset. Also his constant grumpy face and the most fuckable attitude doesn't help him being less fuckable. Despite all that he is a genuine good guy who treasure his companions. Anw his tits is fucking fat.

Ultimecia: >overall insane style and serving cunt also she has a cool plan to become a god instead of just being some guy >She is very hot >mommy milkers (praying emoji) i'm not a furry but….

Rufus Shinra: >He’s Rufus Shinra.

Seifer Almasy: >Cocky smirk, sexy scar, broad shoulders, giant weapon, damaged bad boy who needs hugs and then to be put on his knees >He’s so stupid. And sexy at the same time yes sir

Ardyn Izunia: >Tol bitch, do what he wants also look at dat hair c,: >The attitude >fam have you seen that man? Have you heard his voice? I would let that man do truly unspeakable things to me. >Tall, broad shoulders, sexy dark smirk, goody-goody past and tragic fucked up backstory, immortal and stupid powerful but has an obsession with goofy hats. Tentacle sex with black demon powers a possibility. >Rat man rat man rAT MAN RAT MAN. Also, like. 10k demons in a trench coat >He's pathetic and that's a very fuckable trait for me <3 I don't know how to explain this in english listen, he's just… he's a dramatic little man and he clearly needs and deserve to get fucked (honestly by Verstael not by me but I'm getting out of the current context here) I'm saying this in the most positive way possible I love him :') >look at him. look at his stupid face and hair and clothes and vibes. also have you heard his voice. also: forsaken king. also also: doomed by the narrative/bahamut. also also also: chronic pain plague king. >Cocky but can back it up >sexy hobo chic + gorgeous red hair and an incredible voice >I think it’s the spite >The pink hair

Angeal Hewley: >idk if he's really a 'villain' but it's worth a shot…. I love him and his huge tits more than anything. he's a handsome, kind, muscular man waiting to be dominated and I think that's so sexy of him

#round 3 #eliminations

[fizzigigsimmer]

I saw one of those posts about Billy’s queer coding, and it got me thinking. What stood out to me as the most queer coded thing about Billy in the writing (I’m not talking about artistic choices here that lend to queer reading of the character though there are plenty) is that he has never canonically said one word to Nancy or even talked about Nancy to Steve that I can recall clearly.

My memory is a little hazy so it’s possible that Billy might have referred to her as “the princess” but I seem to remember Tommy being the one to do that and it’s quite possible I am contributing Tommy’s line to Billy because of fic. So I’ll just stand on the side of, to my memory Billy never talks abut Nancy to Steve directly. The only person I remember him talking about Nancy to was Karen, when he was buttering her up by pretending to mistake her for Nancy’s sister. Which, let’s pause there for a moment and establish that Billy didn’t hesitate to use Nancy to get what he wanted in the moment out of Karen, and that Billy showed he understood female vanity and how to make use of it. In other words he displayed a type of cunning.

So it’s pretty strange that Billy never uses the same cunning on Steve. Steve and Billy are supposed to be rivals. The surface narrative is supposed to be that Billy targets Steve in an alpha to alpha contest in order to take his spot in the male pecking order and the power seat of the school heiarchy. That's used to explain away the insane levels of intensity that he aims at Steve even when we might ask ourselves further questions about music, costuming, and coreography choices. And all of those artistic choices can be glossed over and brushed aside by this explanation (even if they shouldn't be) but then what can't be brushed aside is Billy's glaring lack of interest in Nancy, the girl in Steve's life.

Because this is just an unfortunate fact of male culture when you get down to the slimy lizard brain of it all. Women are an intricate part of male vanity and there is no “dominating” another male without in some way proving you mastery of the women around him. Whether that’s physically through your own virility or by demeaning the worth of the women themselves. Your mama, your girl, your sister, etc, she’s so fat, or I fucked her last night and she made me a sandwich. You get it and you’ve probably heard it all. Take a listen to any alpha dog podcast out there and you'll quickly see that it is full of incels who buy into the revenge fantasy that if they just learn the hidden art of unlocking women's brains they're gonna be able to roll up to club in a few months and fuck their high school bullies girl right in front of him and all of china. 😆

Women are so much a part of how males view their own status it gets weirder the longer you consider how absent women are from Steve and Billy’s power struggle beyond the surface level. Can you think of one other male rivalry that doesn’t in some meaningful way involve women, or a specific woman? And what I mean by meaningful is that while women aren’t completely absent from Billy’s arc, they are props and therefore their use is surface level. The girls who stare when Billy rolls up to school the first time are there to establish he's hot. I think they even literally say something to the effect of ‘that guy is hot’. Yes we see him drive off with a girl once and presumably preparing for a date one time, but that does little more than reinforce the idea in our minds that Billy is hot and he ‘gets bitches’. Which supports his rivalry narrative with Steve in a fashion, albeit a very lukewarm one. Unless the idea here is that we’re supposed to understand that Steve Harrington finds the mere presence of a hot dude who ‘gets bitches’ in no way connected to himself anywhere within a 10 mile radius deeply annoying to the point where he visibly has to fight not to retaliate. Which go ahead, say it. I know plenty of dudes who that would be 1000% true for.

But not only does the narrative not say that, it goes out of its way not to say the things it absolutely should be saying. They introduce a sexual storyline between Billy and Nancy’s mother, and divorce it to an island that Steve and Nancy don’t even know exists. If Billy were all hung up on crushing Steve’s manhood you’d think ‘I had your girls mom panting after me in her bathrobe' would be exactly the kind of ammunition he’d use. But he never peeps a word about it to anyone. And given the sketchy nature of that whole relationship, you can excuse his silence but then you'd think the writers would make up for it at some point with Billy taking aim at Nancy in some form or another. If the point of all of this is to be alpha then Billy actively choosing not to use the strongest weapon he has is just bizarre.

In fact Tommy is the one we see who leaps on the opportunity to display classic male dominance tactics at the first opportunity. It’s Tommy who crows about Billy breaking Steve’s records, and it’s Tommy who brings up Jonathan stealing Nancy in the showers. He's saying the very words Billy should be saying to grind down Steve's self esteem and reinforce that he's the stronger man etc. Billy is just standing there getting off on Steve getting wound up with the most quietly intense expression, only to tell him not to sweat it because he's pretty and he's sure to find someone else. With a bitchy parting shot for the road just to keep it spicy I guess. 😆 And yeah, that’s a choice I guess. The problem is it makes Billy passive at key points in achieving his expressed goal (King of the school, most alpha dude to ever alpha etc) when he shouldn’t be passive. That makes him interesting for damn sure, because it’s clear that he knows how to make people work for him and we all love a dude with mysterious depths, but therein lay the problem because there then has to be an underlining motivation within those depths besides the obvious. And interesting acting/writing choices aside, whatever their intent it is fundamentally odd to work outside of typical male behavior while executing a common trope and then never explain any of it.

Whether this was a cutting room accident or intention, the only time when Billy isn’t passive in his pursuit of his ambition to prove his dominance over Steve is when he gets to get inside Steve’s head and close to his body. And when he does attack Steve verbally, he doesn’t blast holes in his confidence by taking Steve’s ‘marks of status’ away or threatening to, as would be the norm. Billy breaks Steve’s record, but it’s unclear whether he even knew Steve was the previous record holder although it’s fair to assume. But notably, again it’s Tommy who brings it up. And funnily enough Tommy has to catch up to Billy to do it, because Billy’s chosen method of intimidating Steve was not to point out that he just took a status marker away from him, but to lock eyes with this guy who he hasn’t spoken a single word to yet and give all the signals that would normally lead to a physical fight. He signals ‘I’m in your face and I dare you to make me move’, but Steve doesn’t rise to the bait.

The next time they speak he does imply that he’s going to take Steve’s spot as captain, but considering we never see Billy showing any interest in basketball after this moment, or any kind of payoff to this threat, it plays like his true goal is trying to get the fight out of Steve he didn’t get at the party. ‘I heard you were king, but then you turned bitch’ reinforces that Billy is not really interested in anything in Hawkins outside of Steve himself. Rather than gloat and take pleasure from dethroning and beheading a conquered king, his goal seems to be drawing Steve’s focus to him and generating a clash. He’s literally craving the friction and the fury of the fight itself more than the spoils of winning the war. Which is all kinds of interesting. I also struggled to write that in a way that wasn’t sexual and I still think I failed. 😆 And when Billy invites Steve to push harder and give him some heat, Billy clearly enjoys himself. And his parting shot after spending an afternoon of growl and grind was to throw out some advice that would (as we see pay off later) better prepare Steve for their future power struggles.

At the Byer’s house, Billy engages in semi-civil conversation with Steve up until the moment it becomes clear that Steve is lying to him and the situation becomes skeevy. And again all the taunts we hear from him are strictly personal and draw Steve’s focus to whatever is happening between them, and not what Billy stands to take away from him. It’s not, ever ‘I’m gonna make sure everyone sees what a punk ass weak ass bitch you are Steve’ 😂 as it probably should be. It’s, ‘I’m disappointed Steve. Fight me Steve. Show me what you’ve got Steve. Steve plant your feet. Steve bring the fire!’ <<< See the difference?

All of this is why whenever I try and break Billy down to get a better understanding of him I’m left with he’s either got intense repressed homosexual feelings, the worst writers syndrome, or intense psychological damage. Which honestly, I wouldn’t rule out a single one.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #queer coded characters #observations #A long one sorry

[cyberrat]

59th Batch Of Fics: 15th Fill

Reaper/Soldier/McCree – cont B58F15 – Farm AU – Just work and no play makes Jesse a horny sad boy.

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Jesse doesn’t know what to do. He’s trying to be a good boy. He’s trying so hard. Certainly more than he ever has before – but it seems everyone and everything is against him these days.

He is restless. It feels like ants are crawling under his skin and it is driving him insane that he can’t put his finger on why that is. He thinks it might be because of the bitch constantly showing off for them, but it can’t be all. It’s a huge part of it, there’s no doubt, but it can’t be the sole purpose for why he is feeling the way he is feeling.

Like he can’t sit still for more than five minutes before he is up, pacing, sweating, feeling like he must run and kill something despite never having been very violent in the past.

It’s getting worse by the day and Jack is not helping matters oh my god why are you such a whore and why is Gabriel not letting him off the leash?!

He’s slinking around the corners of the farm with a perpetual erection and tries to keep far away from the animals. He can hear them making sounds, rustling about, nervous about the predator they can smell in the air. He wants to grab them and-

A big hand curls around his throat from behind and he is put against the wall of the barn, Gabriel’s body pressing against his back, the edges of his teeth scraping against his vulnerable nape. It’s comforting in a way. It helps Jesse to calm down somewhat, putting his sweaty forehead against the warm wood.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gabriel asks in a low, smooth voice.

It did not even occur to him where he was until Gabriel asks him. He blinks a few times and looks around. He’s pressed against the barn with the animals.

“Been about to let ‘em critters out,” he rasps; just his brain scrambling for an answer.

Gabriel snorts and presses him a little harder against the wood.

“No you didn’t,” he responds calmly, just staying there for a few heartbeats longer, quietly, letting Jesse shuffle his feet apart and center himself some more. It is good to feel Gabriel dominating him. Taking charge.

“What am I going to do with you… hmmm. You’re getting more and more anxious. It’s not because of a silly bitch, is it? Hmm no. He’s getting you all riled up and ready to mate, but… there’s something else.”

Gabriel inhales deeply. Jesse closes his eyes and puts his forehead against the warm wood of the barn wall. He keeps pressing his hips against it as well, dry-humping his swollen cock against the building while Gabriel holds him.

“You’ve never been so long in one place. Not with me, at least. Are you feeling caged in, Jesse? You’re trying so hard but you’re a silly little mutt at the end of the day. Don’t like it when you’re stationary for so long… and not allowed to mount Jack on top of it all. Poor pup.” Gabriel’s voice is dripping with sarcasm at the end but it does not hit Jesse the way it maybe should.

He feels like he’s reeling as his insides suddenly relax, something clicking in his brain as he knows with a visceral intensity that what Gabriel is saying is the absolute truth.

He can’t remember the last time he’s been in one place for so long… not that he’s good at remembering stuff in general. It’s what Gabriel is her for; to be his brain. To think for the both of them and make the decisions while Jesse trudges along and does as he’s being told.

Feelings are hard.

“Want to get out of here? Stretch your legs?” Gabriel’s voice is thoughtful. He pulls a little back from Jesse but still keeps his hand on the back of his neck, the other gripping his shoulder; making sure Jesse stays right where he is.

He does not even need to think in order to shake his head profusely. He does not want to get out of here. But he does want to fuck their bitch until he can’t see straight… and that’s the one thing he can’t get – Gabriel is clear about that as he digs his fingers into him a little harder and says with a light growl in his voice: “You want to stay. But you can’t touch. You know that, don’t you? You’ve danced out of line one time too many, Jesse. You’ll have to earn the right to breed him up again. Maybe I’ll fuck him in front of you. Make you watch. And you’ll be a good boy about it, won’t you? You want to get your dick wet, you’re going to earn it by being on your best fucking behavior.”

He finally lets go of Jesse after a long moment of quiet.

Jesse turns around slowly while he reaches up to rub his aching nape. He glances at Gabriel’s face but quickly looks away again in submission, nodding along.

“Yes, boss.”

Gabriel hums and the aura about him changes as he relaxes… and Jesse with it. He steps closer, tucking his nose beneath Gabriel’s chin, arms curling around his hips.

“Goin’ fuckin’ insane with that bitch,” he mumbles, hoping for a bit of pity. “Always askin’ for it. Drivin’ me nuts.”

Gabriel pats him on the back but ultimately pulls him away with a fist curled into his collar, marching him away from the animal barn and toward the toolshed.

“Come on. A bit of work will get your mind off of shit.”

Gabriel puts him in front of the plow again which is… alright. It actually does take Jesse’s mind off of Jack. He sweats out a good bit of that nervous energy that had been growing inside him just by pushing into the harness and dragging the blade through the dirt. 

It all works out until in the corner of his eyes he sees Jack standing on the veranda watching them. His mouth is slightly open, expression that of a braindead bimbo as he obviously thirsts for the both of them.

It would be so damn easy to fuck him now. He’d just bend over and invite them for a ride and all that’s keeping Jesse from doing so is the fact that Gabriel won’t let him. It’s so damn unfair-

“You never use your brain for a single fucking thing and now you’re starting to overthink stuff? Please.” Gabriel scoffs from behind him, obviously having noticed where Jesse’s attention has strayed to.

“Get to work, Jess. You can rub one out behind the house later. Maybe Jack’ll watch.”

The derision in his voice and the suggestion only makes things worse… but also better. Jesse grits his teeth and pulls harder, cock an aching erection in his stained jeans.

#cyberratting writes stuff #farm au #reaper/soldier/mccree #blue balls #dominance play

[risingphoenix87]

Even more Incorrect Villainous Found Family Quotes!

Charles, leaving with Turbo, Dawn, and Syndrome: Bob, we're going out! If we don't come back, avenge our deaths!

Prof. Callaghan, from the other room: Alright!

*Charles and Prof.Callaghan are  fighting*

Prof. Callaghan: I can't believe you would do this to me!

Hans, from the other room: Can you guys fight somewhere else!?

Randall, from the other room: NO! FIGHT LOUDER! CALL HIM A BITCH!

Hans: You have the brain of a paramecium.

Dawn: If I have the brain of a paramecium, then you have the brain of just one mecium. (trots off)

Hans, whispering to Ernesto: There really is no way to beat her, is there?

Gothel: Syndrome has these insanely strong opinions on everything. Go on. Ask him a thing no one should have an opinion on.

Turbo: Hey, Syndrome, what's the worst possible multiple of four?

Syndrome: Twelve, obviously. Idiot.

Dawn, handing Randall the phone: Randy, it's your boyfriend.

Randall: Kaa is NOT my boyfriend.

Randall, on the phone: Hey, babe.

Phoenix: *visiting the squad* Hey guys, I just came to-

*sees Charles shoving Turbo into the washing machine while Dawn records and Randall watches*

Phoenix: *retreating* Something suddenly came up…

(Scenario: Ernesto and Dawn decide to experiment with subliminal influencing while Hans sleeps)

Ernesto: (whispers) Hans! Hans! You have been charged with treason. How do you plead, principito?

Dawn: (whispers) He looks funny.

Ernesto: ¡Callate! Hans, I am your conscience.

Dawn: I'm his conscience, too.

Ernesto: What?

Dawn: Don't say I, say we.

Ernesto: What?

Dawn: We! We!

Ernesto: All right. Wee-wee!

Dawn: [Snickers] You said "wee-wee." Say it again.

Ernesto: Wee-wee! 

[Dawn giggles]

*Hans and Turbo enter a dive bar*

Hans: Look, I know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink?

Turbo, in a scuba diving suit: I would like leave, please.

Ernesto: Why do you hang out with me?

Dawn: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Ernesto: …

Ernesto: I feel a bit sorry for you, Ovejita.

Randall: How much you wanna bet Muntz got a lap dance from Phoenix?

Gothel: If that happened, Callaghan can drink free tonight.

Prof. Callaghan: As much as I love the thought of having free drinks I don't like the idea of Charles receiving a lap dance from someone other than me.

Randall: Hey Phoenix, did you give Muntz a lap dance?

Phoenix: So what if I did?

Randall, to Gothel: I guess Callaghan is drinking free tonight.

Phoenix: Be right back, I'm gonna go cry-

Charles, entering the room: What the f-

(hey, I gotta save up for that wheelchair somehow)

Hans: All of your existences are confusing.

The Squad: How so?

Hans: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.

Prof. Callaghan: What do you do when someone offers you drugs?

Dawn: Take them!

Randall: Punch them in the neck!

Turbo: Say thank you!

Syndrome: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!

Prof. Callaghan: …

Prof. Callaghan: No.

*Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation*

Turbo: How do you eat pickles?

Dawn: What do you mean?

Turbo: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes.

Dawn: Yeah, that's why you use a fork.

Turbo: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean.

Dawn: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work.

Turbo: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl.

Dawn: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing.

Turbo: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug.

Dawn: *Nods in agreement*

Hans: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS!

Turbo: Jeez, okay.

Dawn: Quit yelling at us already.

Syndrome: I like your top, Prof. Callaghan!

Charles: I have a name, you know.

Prof. Callaghan: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

Randall: Gothel isn't talking to me.

Charles: Enjoy it while it lasts.

Prof. Callaghan: Bro-

Charles: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Charles: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Charles: If I ever had a child, I imagine they would be a lot like you.

Hans : Aww, thanks—

Charles: Which is probably why I’ve never reproduced.

(the whole “living alone in a South American mountain range with only a pack of dogs from company for six decades” thing might have something to do with that)

Charles, entering the room: *Sees Gothel and leaves*

Gothel, watching Charles leave: There’s my monthly dose of Charles…

Dawn : How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection?

Ernesto : I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

Randall: Why would you give a knife to Muntz?!

Dawn, shrugging: Charlie felt unsafe.

Randall: Now I feel unsafe!

Dawn : I’m sorry…

[beat]

Dawn : Would you like a knife?

Randall: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

Prof. Callaghan: So I’m the only one around here who can clean up, huh? You can't even lift a finger?

Randall: Do I get to pick the finger?

(I actually double-checked to be sure Randall had an odd number of fingers on each hand, and he does)

Phoenix: What is love?

Dawn : An emotional minefield.

Ernesto : A neurochemical reaction.

Randall: Baby don't hurt me.

(now see here you little shits…)

Prof. Callaghan: What are you two arguing about this time?

Dawn : He’s always using common phrases incorrectly!

Ernesto : Cry me una mesa, Ovejita.

Kidnapper: I have your partner.

Hans : What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Hans : Oh my god, you have Phoenix.

Turbo: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Randall: Oklahoma City, bitch!

*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy*

Prof. Callaghan: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?

Dawn : No, Prof. Callaghan. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.

Prof. Callaghan: No, that’s not part of it—

Dawn : Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there? (ableist much?)

Randall: I would want to live with no legs.

Dawn : How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Randall. You don’t do anything.

Prof. Callaghan: All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him. *Dawn pumps frantically* Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.

Dawn : Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?

Charles: How’s that gonna help you?

Dawn : I will divide and then count to it.

Charles: Right.

Prof. Callaghan: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?

Dawn : Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

Prof. Callaghan: Can you pass the salt?

Randall: Can you pass away?

Prof. Callaghan: Too much salt.

Dawn : Dammit, you ruin everything!

Randall: You're welcome.

Hans : I haven't seen Ernesto and Dawn for fifteen minutes now.

*Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Ernesto and Dawn running after it in a panic. Hans doesn't look outside at all.*

Hans : That probably means they're getting into trouble.

Ernesto : *lying down and crying*

Randall: There, there. Why don’t you take some time off to not be around me while you’re like this?

Randall: I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future.

Phoenix: Oh yeah? Then continue this.

Phoenix: I don't cook I don't clean-

Randall: So let me tell you how I got this ring.

Randall & Phoenix: .....

Randall & Phoenix: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-

Phoenix: If you water water, it grows.

Hans : ...What.

Turbo: They've got a point.

(the proposal)

Prof. Callaghan: Do you want to know your gay name?

Charles: My... my gay name?

Prof. Callaghan: Yeah, it's your first name-

Charles: Haha. Very funny Bob-

Prof. Callaghan: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Charles: Oh- oh my god.

Prof. Callaghan: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.

Hans, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

(don’t you guys live with a…noteleks?)

Dawn : I saw you fall, saw the sinners lay on your corpses...

Charles: Hey, what’s up with Dawn ?

Dawn : I created you, made the pieces perfect, others marveled at your beauty… their gazes may have held envy, though, for none are perfect but you. I was only looking away for a moment, but you were gone. I had failed you. And I fell into despair. The only way to save myself was to create, but I knew… this time I knew I was only making you to die. And I apologize. For I will undoubtedly fail you again. For a short time, there will be peace and beauty, but none in the face of us shall lay undisturbed. The greatest have fallen, and will continue to fall, and I weep for you for being born unto this place, where brother eats brother, and the undeserving rise to fame. Those that have gone against you know they’ve wronged you, and they will stand before the creator, knowing they have sinned. Do not worry, little ones, you will be avenged.

Ernesto : ...She made some rock towers and went somewhere else for twenty minutes and when she came back the rock towers were destroyed and people were sitting where the towers once were, so she was sad and made more rock towers.

Ernesto, to Dawn : Ovejita, who even is the creator? I thought you were an atheist!

Dawn : SHUT UP, ERNIE ! I’M TRYING TO BE DRAMATIC AND MYSTERIOUS!

Syndrome: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Turbo and Prof. Callaghan's convo?

Gothel: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Ernesto : I'm in the washing machine.

Randall: I'm in the closet.

Gothel: We accept you Randall. <3

Randall: No I'm literally in the closet.

Gothel: Love is love. <3

Turbo: You know, Phoenix, you are the sun in my life.

Phoenix: Why? Cause I'm smoking hot?

Turbo: Because it hurts my eyes looking at you.

(well, fuck you, too, shorty)

Ernesto : I’ve only had la Ovejita for un dia y medio, but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Syndrome: *slams books down in front of Phoenix*

Syndrome: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.

Phoenix: You could have said literally anything else.

Syndrome: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.

Phoenix: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

Randall: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Turbo: Bet you I can!

Phoenix: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

#villainous found family au #disney villains #consider me an honorary third team dad

[here2bbtstrash]

LDMOLT 6 : ssshhhhh we gotta revise before the drop day, also i read this both in hurry so i forgot to put reviews.

goddd jimin is so annoying :D but i have to agree, he is not wrong here.  “I cannot believe you found good dick and now you’re actively declining it. After how insane you nearly went? You think that won’t happen again?” i love how he is hell bent on making his own Kdrama out of his friend's life.

I am giving you a chance for a little Business Proposal moment. see? unrelenting !!!!

i have mulled a lot in my brain about what part is JK going to play in this storyline . Is it because he is too cute to leave out ??? is it because he has a part to play in story?? or are you just going to use him as a bystander :(

You furrow your brow as soon as you process the thought—what the fuck do you care about this man’s eyesight? ah the constant bipolar struggle of being a bitch or a sweetie !!

sometimes i want to gather both their heads and smash together for being so ugggghhhhhhhhh. from reader being so blatantly begging for yoongi's attention to calling him a creep. and for yoongi being the typical tough i don't care but in reality, i really really do guy to showing his jealosy and then opening up and being vulnerable. and i know for a fact that this has just started, the slight wavering in dominant emotion.

mind you, this asshole co worker min yoongi is fucking dangerous !!!!!!!!  "I would love to fuck you senseless again any time, sweetheart.” The pet name is biting. “I’d take you right up against this door, if you wanted. But not if you’re going to regret it." WHO THE FUCK MENTIONS THIS LIKE DISCUSSING WEATHER !!!!!!!!

Your breath hitches in your chest. This can’t be happening. wdym this cannot be happening, you guys keep fucking like bunnies in all the public places !!! i'd say get a room !! but that must be too normal/romantic for you smh

hmmmm reader keeps actively avoiding yoongi's lips... interesting....

You leave without a second glance back at Yoongi !!!! wow, a thank you would have been nice jesus. both of you are so dense emotionally godddddd

not gonna lie my romantic ass really hoped for Min Yoongi to show up at her door, but who are we kidding!! M loves to edge to the point of breaking... so this is to be expected, after seven cheps, i should learn.

OMG what a gift to receive just before drop !!! 🥲🥲🥲

lmfaoooooo jimin honestly is annoying but only because he is chronically right about everything!!!! he's just trying to keep his bestie from being a disaster (and also enjoy a little drama) but 😩 she's unstoppable sdkjfdkg

jungkook is.... well..... i think that will become very clear to you after ch8 🤭

LOL YOONGI REALLY JUST SAYS THINGS.... THAT ALSO DOES NOT CHANGE IN CH8.......... god he's a menace 😈

NOT FUCKING LIKE BUNNIES 💀 PLS and yes avoiding lips i..... wonder what will happen in ch8 huh...... 👀

i'm dead "dense emotionally" is THE BEST WAY to describe both of them lmfaoooooo. HARD HEADED MFS!!!!!!!! will they ever have a breakthrough 😩

thank you for reading and the in-depth feedbackkkkkk 🥺 it helped my nerves immensely hehehe 💜 and oop 👀 not much longer now!!!!

#anonymous #mbox 📮 #fic review #look down on me like that #LDOMLT spoilers

[josiebelladonna]

literally stumbled upon a blog just now, one that i never interacted with once in my life, and saw they had blocked me.

the reason why i’m making a big post about this is because... holy shit. this one is nuts. like, some of the people on here, i get it completely, i get why you don’t me to interact with you. but the more i think about this, the more i feel tumblr going this way in the future. like, this is legit terrifying when i think about it.

now, understand, after the block party of last summer, at this point, no skin off my nose—does seem a little strange that i have never seen you in my life, let’s see your pinned post:

um… 🤭

i’m sorry, i have to laugh at this. it’s so over-the-top that it actually got a laugh out of me. why are you here if you don’t want people to follow you? this isn’t instagram or twitter where you can put your account on private and refuse who follows and who doesn’t. i mean, i do see the logic somewhat—instagram will shadowban you when you make art with eroticism or violence and twitter is virtually impossible to use now, but still. sort out your shit before you come here.

okay, that first part makes complete sense. i post risqué stuff from time to time and i want everyone to use discretion as a result because i’m a wild card—after the shit with daveigh/xxgreendruidessxx i am so wary of ageless blogs. that second part, though. i’m not into that stuff myself (i think it’s gross, tbh) but saying it’s not “true” bdsm or that it can’t be is a little overblown, don’t you think? (never met anyone who wanted to gatekeep bdsm of all things, too, like damn)

”usually”, meaning there are exceptions and they can be taught how to dominate properly, you just are refusing to do the work for whatever reason. next question.

excuse you, it is just a word, like in the phrase “come to mama, baby”—emphasis on “come” and i like to call him baby because he’s precious to me and he gives me butterflies.  something tells me you read fifty shades of gray and took it way too literally.

hey, i have hang-ups with fandom myself but i’m a fan of a lot of stuff. this blog is all me. what’s wrong with that? that’s kind of sad, actually, not being a fan of stuff. bring in the gatekeeping and i feel you must not have a sense of wonder. like, your private life must not contain anything childlike or pure (notice i said “childlike” and not “childish”). that’s really sad, such that i kind of feel bad i’m doing this. like, hehehehe, see some tumblr bitch make fun of someone who doesn’t like stuff hur hur.

that being said…

jesus fucking christ, are you serious? i h8 the utter circle jerk of posts about each other’s mutuals because they’re obnoxious noise at this point but i’m always flattered when that happens. like, whoa, dude, i woke up to a shitload of notes on my posts, thank you, person! (bonus if it’s my art.)

hey, i do, too, but you don’t see me bitching about people going through and reblogging a bunch of things. the fact you outright declare you post memes (and not art) tells me everything i need to know, too. *twirls paintbrush*

so, according to you, kinks outside of bdsm are invalid. you think people who are into porn, either out of curiosity or genuine enjoyment, are brain dead. you think people who like erotica are brain dead. get out of your sight? how bout i fart in your general direction while i leave? make you smell me because i have a delicate stomach and shaming people for their kinks is not okay.

forget a private life being sterile: your private life is more poisonous than the basement at chernobyl.

THEN WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT, LADY

and you’re one to talk given you came here in the first place, and you use the colored text, an html modification. something tells me that you do understand it.

and to really revel in the insanity:

yeah, i bet you would also tell people they’re fat and ugly so they lose weight. also “20% effective”? i like how she—and i checked, it’s a “she”—forbids people who are into adult diapers and yet she probably hasn’t had hers changed since she first got off the potty. love the use of the word “perceived”, too—why not just say “seen”? and again, if you’re so hell-bent on controlling your own image, why are you here? you can’t control how someone sees you. that’s just life: people will misunderstand you no matter what happens. yet another person so consumed with appearing mature and sexy that she winds up being immature.

i’ve known a fair number of people who were into “tightly knit” groups and they were just like this, too. there was nothing you could do to convince them otherwise, either. they’re misers, caught up in their own echo chamber to the point they no longer think very broadly. i worry, that with the aforementioned circle jerk of posts directed at each other’s mutuals, this will spread to the rest of tumblr. this place will become like this woman here: obsessed with each other’s mutuals until they start telling newbies to gtfo.

moreover, there’s this trend i’ve seen with blogs that have blocked me is that they’re run by very miserable people. there is nothing about them that strikes me as “oh, man, why did you block me? you’re awesome, i wish i could do something to fix things.” i think there was one where i actually thought that (and really, the only reason why it was all so upsetting for me was because it felt as if every time i turned around it was happening. i never saw explanations or anything like that, just angrily worded vague posts. it was upsetting because of the frequency and no one would give me a straight answer).

#and to add insult to injury: she’s an amber heard supporter #the ten people who support her are just as histrionic as her #no surprises at all #text

[bastardizedbitching]

i’ve read two novels tonight it’s 3:31 am as i’m typing this if there’s a higher power fucking with us and running things down here i am staring at you and giving you the middle finger. i will become immortal using mcdonald’s preservatives and start slowly destroying the universe in seemingly innocent, harmless ways until everything we know is no longer recognizable and you will be left wondering how you lost control and the answer is ME BITCH. then i’ll make you into a giant egg eternals style and force you to die and recreate the universe but better because unlike you i don’t make the dominant species in a small pocket of my universe fucking ruin lives for shits and giggles. if there’s multiple people involved in running this shitshow i’ll do it chain reaction style everyone has to explode at the right time in order to make the new universe. and magic will be real and there will be a lot more good shit in the universe like FOOD. omigod food is so awesome. and the food won’t affect anyone’s health negatively which would be like. so sick. all of this will happen in a riverdale style plot where everything becomes more and more non sensical over time and you slowly go insane from the sheer weirdness of what is happening until you’re more insane than that guy in the mind electric. big mood honestly man sometimes you just need to sail out to your death that’s respectable goals. less respectable that you did this for your girlfriend but whatever romance is fine. kind of overused plot line whoever is writing this universe sucks at writing. change it up a little bit why aren’t enough people making musical masterpieces about that star trek shit huh. make a goddamn musical masterpiece album about those star trek concepts and then we have something new. or maybe here’s a better idea since there so much lovey dovey shit in there let there be music and let the music have GAY SEX where they are FUCKING RAW. as a certified singer bastard that’s a amazing concept. all these allo sexual folks describing the sex sounds and i have no idea what the fuck they are but if you have them MAKE SOMETHING WITH THE SEX SOUNDS. like y’all got so much to work with and no one is doing it it’s fascinating. take that first step. it only takes one person to start a trend of interesting shit. see there’s things like this in life now we gotta add some fucking horrors too but not the dull soul-sucking horror we have here with the government and capitalism and everyone wanting someone dead. PEACE AND LOVE MY DUDES. except for cops go fuck yourselves. see the universe writers had some interesting shit with my childhood where i hallucinated for a year when i was 7 we need more of that energy. not enough people these days lose their minds over non world ending shit we don’t need another disaster. actually while i’m at it WHAT THE FUCK IS THE GOP DOING?? some people really just turn off their brains and hear the most dogshit insane lies and parrot those statements word for word. sweetheart no that’s not the way go take some benadryl see the hat man expand your worldview and realize that not everything is about what is happening with our local stupid white karen assholes THEY DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOU. honestly i’m pretty sure i got drunk off our vanilla extract i chugged a bunch of that shit. for fucks sake i mean it’s vanilla it should not taste spicy when i chug it. does vanilla minecraft mean nothing to you bastards?? hey another thing universe writers ever try fucking. MAKING NICE PARENTS. should not be up to half of my friends are on cps watch. i’d like to suggest some more of that peace and love 70s hippie energy. you wrote the goddamn protests live that truth. smoke weed and live a healthy stable life. now i understand perhaps you’ve been dropped as a child. or child abandonment. or parental murder. honestly all of those seem pretty common for god backstories so WE COMMIT TO THE BIT. however, consider talking your shit out. i’ve heard yoga does wonders. or a nice cup of tea. anyways peace out commit crimes be queer and disgusting about it feel the whimsy.

#some people have to worry about ‘wah wah people are watching me’ #GO STUPID GO CRAZY YOU BASTARDS #the world as we know it will probably end soon and none of this will mean anything in thousands of years #might as well be nice and stop hiding things and hold on to the good things in life #because anyways the universe writers are clearly giving up. i’ve seen burnt out writing that is literally our canon timeline #this is not some third eye shit but i don’t think the vanilla extract high will end so i will make other people suffer through it #PEACE OUT HOES I DONT REMEMBER ANYTHING IVE TYPES I HAVE A MIGRAINE AND ANY GOD THAT WAS ALIVE IS DEAD #IM JUST THAT AWESOME THE ANXIETY AND MENTAL ILLNESS WONT HIT TONIGHT MY DUDES #IM REMEMBERING HOW I USED TO BE BEFORE I GREW UP LIFE CAN BE GOOD #TIME TO READ ANOTHER NOVEL ABOUT SOME GAY BITCHES TILL I PASS OUT FROM THE MIGRAINE PAIN I LOVE YOU ALL

[golfgolyo]

TIME WILL TELL

[Intro]

Oh, how uncomfortable that word must feel on your lips

Evil, good

There is no good Monroe

There is no evil, there is only flesh

And the patterns to which we submit it

Deep in my head there hides a demon

Now I toss and turn at night

It doesn’t end

The evil priest he tries to drag me towards the light

But still, the devil finds a way inside our dreams

I think my soul is slowly fading into nothing

Every day I'm getting closer to the break of human substance

Soon we’ll fall before these urges

So I struggle feeling nervous, puffin' smoke to ease my brain

When will we die It's never certain

In this world you can't predict

Some things that happen have no purpose

Life is tragic, she’s a bitch

Just don’t be last

I hope you’ve learned that when the curtains start to close

Your worthless god'll never show

You Jesus freaks are simple posers

Living clones to fake the sheep

And now they think we should devote our precious lives up to a ghost

Id rather burn with my own people

Fuck your lies, you can't control me

All you pigs can come and get it

I rely on what's been proven

Even you are just a sinner on this earth we all will pass and rot in shame under the dirt

Or become ash and join the servants of our past

Nobody’s perfect, keep your mind straight

Avoid the blast and join the fight

These crooked snakes off in the grass they show no mercy

Suicide is just a tactic of the serpent

Draw your knife and cut the chase

Fuck the bible, let the churches

Kill themselves for heavens sake

They’re driving us insane

Azazel feeds upon the frightened

So it seems this is the deed and work of Satan

In these eyes, you only see the turns I've taken

On the roads of pure temptation

But revenge we almost taste it

The resurgence lies in wait, you can't escape damnation

This coming straight from the muthafuckin' heart

I feel so much better alone in the dark

All by myself, time tells how you are

Better learn yourself or be left scarred

Society just ain’t for me

This world I see is just so bleak

Reality is what I need

To set my feet and come back me

Don't get caught in what you see

For that one lies; he’s filled with greed

Mental problems are not trends, their sadness I do not believe

He’s just a joke, no more hope

For the future it gets worse

These kids they feeble in the mind but have no worry I will nurse hem back the strength that seems to fallen

Find your worth and pay the cost

Ain’t no trickin' me you fake

Your just another sheep who’s lost

For I’m the big bad wolf who’s here to feast upon the cross

Taking down these false ideals

Show these boys who is the boss

Threw this battle I’ve been shown the Trinity has found its home

With my brothers we will lay the perfect path to take control

No limits to our actions will dominate our foes

Cold hate, warmblood

Sniffing out those who are chose

These are the actions we will show

If shit don’t come back into sense

Resurrection of the humbled

We know what we’re worth to this

Always ready for whatever

Standin' three, we never quit

This the cancer to the mumble, everything that’s said is meant

#soundcloud #devilish trio #time will tell #baker ya maker #hydra mane #tenngage

[jiyeonnnn]

[5:41 AM] — WILDSIDE

PAIRING: qian kun x male reader

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: sadomasochism implication, dirty talk, pwp, sir kink, creampie

AUTHOR’S NOTES: this is really bad and messy, i know, but i just felt like it needs to be uploaded lmao. anyway, i may not be able to post anything tomorrow so send me questions through my asks and i’ll answer them honestly.

“i’ll fuck you so good, y/n, that the only thing you’ll want for a week is my hands on your skin, and my cock deep down your hole,” kun lowly growled. his sharp gaze never failing to leave your weak body while he fucks your brain out to sleep.

although kun is best known for his bright personality on camera, he turns a complete 180 degrees closed doors when he’s on the bed with you. it became a habit for him to be quite sadistic when he’s deep balls inside you as he has always wanted to see you cry and moan his name like a whore; he would spank your ass as hard as he fucking would for no damn reason, or sometimes, he would proceed to edge you then overstimulate you on later rounds to make you beg for him. and this night was no different from those other nights, kun dicking you down to oblivion through his ways in his sleeves.

"keep it up, you filthy whore! yes! tighten your fuckhole all the way around my dick! " he yelled shamelessly as you unconsciously clenched your hole on his throbbing dick, unconcerned about the people around you who might be sleeping. "oh my god—yes! your hole looks great on me. that's all there is to it, baby, be the cockslut you are. fuck yourself on me! " kun added as he watched you desperately grind on his cock.

"sir— fuck! so full— i feel so full, sir—," you managed to slur despite the fact that you were clinging to the thin thread that was keeping you sane in the face of kun's dominance over you. "you're such a fucking slut, [y/n], taking my cock like a nasty bitch in heat," kun exclaimed as he spanked your thighs for pleasure.

"look at you, your legs are trembling so badly!" " kun pointed out—and he wasn't kidding—you were shaking so much from the sensation of his cock hitting all the nerves that sent your head skyward. "does it feel good, my prince?" " he inquired.

"sir, yes. your cock feels fantastic. ah—! " you replied, your voice quivering as well. "give me more, sir—" you begged, desperate for him to screw your ass even more.

kun listened to your pleas and is now thrusting his hips at breakneck speed, hitting your sweet spot with every single thrust, and that was the final straw that caused you to go insane. your moans had been replaced by curses, grunts, and incoherent words, which caused kun's ego to soar. he began destroying your guts in a ferocious manner, telling you how desperate you are for still wanting his dick deep inside you despite the fact that you're becoming stupid.

he then approaches, intending to jerk your cock off as he approaches his high, so that both of you can release your cum at the same time. you and kun moaned in unison as you rode out your climaxes: you spurting your sperm on your abdomen and kun creampieing you.

your dom released so much cum in your ass that you started to feel bloated from it. without pulling his dick out, he lowered his face down to the level of your ear, and sadistically commanded, “tilt your hips back so my cum gets in deep you,”.

you, being the masochist that you are, obeyed his command. he laughs maniacally internally as he watches you follow his illogical orders in order to please him.

"how does it feel to know you're now my breeding bitch?" kun inquired, but received no response as he heard your silent snores, indicating your exhaustion from another arduous session.

he began to put you in a sleeping position after he had fixed himself up. "you've definitely been a good boy for me," he said as he kissed your forehead and sat down next to you. "i'll treat you well tomorrow, my prince," he promised as he cuddled you, deciding to clean everything up in the morning.

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