#there's even more on the original thread and i think i will try to repost the full propandco video but i tried posting a video longer than

[bloatedandalone04]

Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.5

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which anakin and the guys are granted a break, but that still didn’t give him any hope that he could actually fix things between you and him - but that also didn’t stop him from trying.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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Anakin was sitting quietly on the couch as he half listened to Theo and Helena talk at the table on the bus. 

They had been discussing something in hushed whispers for a while now, but Anakin still had no idea what they were talking about. He couldn’t focus on anything right now as he scrolled through the text thread he has with you, his expression one of misery and agony. 

He knew you were back in LA by now. You had to be. You were probably packing your things as he sits and lets his eyes flicker between his bandmate and manager. 

Anakin had left you so many messages by now, and you haven’t replied to a single one. He felt pathetic and worthless, and he hated himself. 

He dropped his phone with a huff, instead deciding to trace his index finger along your handwriting on his wrist. It can’t be over between the two of you. It just couldn’t be. You were everything to him, his entire world. How was he supposed to do this without you? 

“Helena, please, just a few weeks,” Theo begged, and Helena sighed as she rubbed her forehead harshly. “My sister just told me that our mom is getting worse. I can’t let her go through that by herself anymore. I can’t not be there for them anymore. Please.”

Anakin’s mood deteriorated further at his friend’s pleas, and he wished there was something he could do for Theo, but he can’t even fix his own mess. “I know, Theo, I know,” Helena mumbled, standing up and rummaging around in her bag. “I’ve been trying to get this thing pushed back ever since you know who decided to touch broody over there.”

The not so subtle dig had Anakin rolling his eyes and picking at the threads on the blanket he threw over his lap. “Well, can you?” Theo asked desperately. “Get it pushed back? Just a few weeks. I need to be there if my mom-” he cut himself off as he refused to say it out loud. 

Anakin felt tears prick at his eyes as he stared at the floor. His heart ached for Theo, and it ached even worse for you. How had things gotten this bad? Just to make things that much more tragic, it seems like Clara and Vinny’s relationship was on its way out, too. She had left last night on a flight back home, and Vinny hasn’t been out of bed ever since. 

Seriously, how the fuck had things gotten this bad?

Helena looked at Theo with poorly concealed pity, and she sighed as she ran her hands through her hair. “Okay, Liz’s contract will end soon, and I think I’ll be able to get the next few weeks pushed back, so she won’t be welcomed back on the tour once things go back to normal,” she started, sitting back down at the table and looking between Theo and Anakin. “So that might help fix his problem.”

She gestured over to Anakin, and he just scoffed, wondering why she was talking about him like he wasn’t sitting less than three feet from her. 

“I think I can have all of you on flights back home by the end of the week, I just need to make a few calls,” she stated and Anakin’s scowl disappeared almost instantly. 

“What?” He asked in disbelief as Theo made a beeline to his bunk to begin packing. “Really?”

Helena nodded, flipping through a notebook with various names and phone numbers in it. She was old fashioned that way, despite being not much older than Anakin. “Don’t quote me on that, but I think I can do it,” 

Anakin sprung up, the blanket falling to the floor as he pulled her out of the chair and wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you,” he rasped, aware that she might not be able to get the tour pushed back, but she was going to try, and that’s what counted. “I owe you. For everything.”

Helena huffed quietly, pulling away to look him in the eye. “We’re a team, Anakin. You guys are like my family at this point,” she murmured and Anakin felt more tears gather in his eyes. “You know I’ll try to do anything I can for you three.”

“I know,” he whispered, “Still, thank you.” 

The next morning, after Anakin got about an hour and a half of sleep, he was waiting anxiously to hear if Helena had managed to get the tour postponed. He was sure Theo had been up all night, too, if the way he couldn’t seem to get comfortable in his bunk across from Anakin’s was anything to go by. 

When she announced that she was able to push the tour back a few weeks, Anakin booked the first flight back to LA and had Theo beside him on the plane. Vinny was in no rush to go back, so he decided to stay behind for a few more days. 

Anakin had sent you a quick text before he boarded the plane, which read, 

I’m coming home. I’m going to fix everything, I promise, Princess. I love you so much. 

And when he got into an Uber after the flight, he saw that you had read his text, but didn’t reply. That was the first text of his that you had read, and as pathetic as it sounded, it gave him hope. 

Theo was in the car with him since they had decided to ride together. He lived a few minutes away from yours and Anakin’s apartment, so he would be dropped off after Anakin. He didn’t even care that Theo would involuntarily be listening to the voicemail Anakin is forced to leave you as you had once again ignored his call. “Baby, it’s me,” he started, glancing over at his friend and feeling grateful for the way Theo turned his body towards the window so Anakin could have at least a little bit of privacy in the car. “I’m ten minutes away from our place. I’m so sorry, for everything.”

He ended it after that, even though he had so much more to say. He wanted to save himself the embarrassment of pouring his heart out to you over the phone, just to have you delete it without even listening to it. 

When the car pulled up outside the apartment complex, Anakin reached over and hugged Theo. “I hope things get better for you and Mary and your mom,” he mumbled, hearing Theo sniff quietly in response as he tried to hold off tears. “Text me if you need anything, okay? I mean it.”

Theo nodded and pulled away. “Same to you,” he says with a forced smile. “Y/n will forgive you. You’ve been together for too long to just give up on it now.” 

Anakin returned a half smile, squeezing his friend’s shoulder before grabbing his bag and getting out of the car. He watched it pull away from the curb as his hand dug around in his bag for his keys, and he almost cried when he finally found them. He hadn’t used them in so long, and he was hit with the memory of the last time he was here. It was the day he left for the tour with you by his side. 

If he could go back and do it again but better, he would in a heartbeat. But he couldn’t. He just had to deal with the consequences now. 

Anakin blinked a few times as he entered the lobby and headed right over to the elevators, taking one all the way up to the fifteenth floor as he tried to think of what to say to you. 

Would you even be there? Did you read his last text and flee the second he got on that plane? God, he hoped not. 

He was a shaky, sweaty mess as he reached the floor you and he lived on, and his nerves were slowly taking over as he neared the door. Anakin couldn’t believe how nervous he was about entering his own apartment and facing you, the girl he’s loved for five years now. It had never been like that with you. Ever.

As he stuck the key in the lock and turned it, his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He hadn’t seen you since that night in the dressing room nearly four days ago. He had so much to make up for, so much to apologize for, and he could only hope that you would listen.

When he pushed the door open and stepped inside the quiet apartment, his heart fell at how dark it was. He was sure you weren’t home and hadn’t been for a while, but then he heard some movement to his left, and he dropped his bag instantly and entered the living room. “Princess,” he whispered when he saw you sitting on the couch, your old Uni hoodie covering your upper half while a blanket covered the rest of you. 

Your hair was tied back and your eyes were sad and empty, and when you looked up at him, you dropped your phone onto your lap with a quiet huff. “Oh, you actually were ten minutes away,” you mumbled. “I thought you were lying.”

Anakin shook his head as he scanned the dark living room. It looked like you had been living in here since you got home. Water bottles, your mugs he teased you about on the day you moved in, and cracker boxes were scattered on the coffee table he and Vinny put together. “Why…why would I lie about that?” He rasped, stepping further into the room. “Why would I lie to you?”

You tore your eyes away from him and shrugged. “Because you’ve done it before,” you simply answered, looking back up at him with tears in your eyes. “You said you loved me. And that I was the person you wanted forever.”

“Baby,” he gasped and made it over to you in three strides. 

“Why are you home, Anakin?” You asked, making him stop a few centimeters away from the couch. And you. “Why are you here?”

Anakin felt hopeless and on edge. How was he supposed to fix this when he didn’t know where to start? “Because I love you. And I want you forever. Just you,” he answered. “I never lied about that.”

You bite down onto your lip and reach up to wipe at your eyes with your sleeves. “Um, Kenneth read my short story. I finished it on the flight back to London,” you tell him and he stood still, letting you say what you needed to. “He loved it. Um, he wants to get it published.”

“Y/n,” he said quietly, feeling so proud of you even though he was also feeling terrified. “That’s awesome, baby.”

You drop your hand onto your lap and look up at him with a heartbroken expression. “It’s about you,” you confess. “About us. About…how much I love you and…it’s our story, Anakin.”

Anakin’s shoulders dropped at that. You were so sweet and kind and too fucking good for him. He never deserved you. “Then publish it,” he mumbled, his own eyes welling up with tears. 

“I can’t,” you cry, covering your face with your hands. “It’s too much. It reminds me of us too much, and I don’t even know what we are anymore.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head, unsure of what to say to that. How does he make this better? “I’m yours,” was all he could come up with. “Even if you’re not mine anymore.” 

Those words physically pained him to say, and they only made you more upset. “Fuck, Ani,” your voice broke as you called him the name he only ever let you call him. “Why are you back?”

Anakin cleared his throat and pressed the heel of his hand against his eyes. “Theo’s mom…she got worse and they don’t know if she’ll be okay or if she’ll make it,” he whispered, knowing that his friend wouldn’t be mad he told you that. Theo was your friend, too, after all. 

Your eyes widened at that and you sat up, sniffling as you began looking for your phone. “That’s…that..” you trailed off as you lifted the blanket and grabbed your phone. “I should call him. I should..call him and..” 

You were becoming less and less in control of yourself, and Anakin could see the way you were getting yourself worked up. “Hey,” he mumbled, grabbing your wrist as you started to stand up. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” you whispered and he saw tears roll down your face again. “Why wasn’t I good enough for you? What could I have done?”

A broken gasp left his lips and Anakin fell onto the couch next to you, pulling your body into his arms as you cried against his neck. “You’re enough,” he promised, cradling the back of your head and holding you tight. “You’re more than enough. Baby, you’re…you’re everything to me. My whole world. I’m so fucking sorry for what I did, for what I allowed to happen.”

You cried harder against him, bunching up the fabric of his shirt in your fists. 

“I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve been there to support you,” he mumbled against the top of your head. “I’m so proud of you, of everything you’ve done. I’m sorry if you feel like you can’t bring yourself to get your story published because of me. I don’t want you to hold yourself back because of me.”

You cling onto him and lift your head. “I don’t know what to do, Ani,” you sobbed. “Please, tell me what I should do. Please.”

He could see just how much you needed help, and how you needed to be guided right now. And he would help you for as long as you needed, even if it ended up with you kicking him out afterwards. “What will make you feel better? Do you want me to leave? I can give you some space or time or-”

“No, I don’t want that,” you shake your head and crawl onto his lap. 

“What do you want, princess?” He desperately asked. “What can I do?”

“I want things to go back to how they were,” you cried. “I want to feel like I did before when I look at you. It hurts, Ani. I can’t do this anymore.” 

Tears fell from his eyes and landed in your hair as he held you impossibly closer. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

You were shaking against him and he felt terrible. This was all his fault. “I want to hurt her,” you mumbled. “I hate her. I fucking hate her, Ani. I hate her for what she did to you.” 

“I hate her, too,” he pathetically agreed and you lift your head. 

“What are we going to do, Anakin?” 

He lifted his hand and smoothed out your messy hair, trailing his thumb down to your lip afterwards. “That depends,” he murmured. “Do you still want me? Could you ever forgive me?” 

You brace your hands on his shoulders and nod. “Maybe…eventually,” you answer. “I still want you.”

A breath of relief left his mouth, but he still wasn’t happy with himself. “I’m back home for a couple weeks, and I’m going to spend every single day making this up to you,” he promised. 

“Then you’re back on tour?” You quietly asked and looked down. “With her?”

“No,” he said quickly. “Helena said something about pressing charges before I came here, and I might go through with it. She won’t be there, I promise. She’ll never be around me or you or us again.” 

“Do it,” you encourage, grabbing the hair on the back of his neck with shaky fingers. “I don’t want her near you ever again. I hate her so much.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” his lips curved upwards just slightly as he gently massaged your hips. “That was quite the nose job you gave her.”

You laugh quietly, lifting your gaze to meet his. “I need to know that it was a mistake, Anakin,” you went back to being serious. “If you felt anything for her, even a little bit at all, I’m out.”

Anakin panicked and shook his head. “Never. I never felt anything for her,” he assured you. “She means nothing to me at all. You’re my girl, the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. I’ve known that since I was seventeen years old.”

You nod, trailing your fingers through his hair. “You promise?” You asked and he nodded instantly. “Okay…okay. Ani, these next couple weeks…I need this to be okay. Maybe not completely fixed, but…okay.”

“I’ll fix everything,” he swore, pulling you against his body again. “I promise you, I’m going to make everything okay again. I love you so much. I always will, you’re it for me. My one and only.”

You give him a small smile, tracing your fingers along his cheek before leaning up and kissing his jaw. “I love you,” 

Hearing you say that had his heart skipping a beat. “I’m so sorry. I’m going to fix this,”

Anakin kisses you all over your face before letting you sit in his lap for as long as you wanted to.

It wasn’t okay, what he did. He knew that. But he was going to make damn sure that he made everything right again. He had to.

-

Three weeks later…

Being back on stage after the brief break Anakin was given felt great. 

He loved being on stage, loved the lights and the screams of fans and the feeling he got from it all.

But it wasn’t what had him feeling so happy right now. 

Theo’s mom had pulled through and was getting better by the day, and was able to stay awake for most of the day now. When she regained control of her voice, she practically forced Theo to go back and finish the tour, and told him that she would be there when it was over. 

Vinny and Clara broke up, but are still friends, and Vinny decided to focus on music and the band. He had even started writing a few songs about the experience that he couldn’t wait to get out there. 

And as for Anakin, he was getting ready for a court date that was set for a few months from now. He did press charges against Liz, and though she claimed she was going to fight it, he knew he had a whole team behind him. There was no way she was winning this thing. 

And you. His sweet, beautiful and smart girlfriend. Well, he was gaining your trust back more and more as the days went on. You allowed Kenneth to send your story to his publisher, and it would be released by the end of the year. 

He was so proud of you, and when he began singing the first verse of Wrapped Around Your Finger, he glanced over to his right and saw you standing next to Helena backstage, a smile gracing your lips and the red rose he had given you before going on stage in your hand. He knew you were proud of him, too. 

And he knew things would be okay.

-

Goodbye, my Rockstar and Booknerd. Til we meet again.

Thank you to everyone who read and followed along with this series. I loved writing it so much ! And thank you to my sweets, @everydaydreamer for the original fic idea. Who would’ve thought we’d end up here?

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[cairamelcoffee]

Israel admits apache helicopters fired on their own civilians running from the Supernova music festival.

“The pilots realised that there was tremendous difficulty in distinguishing within the occupied outposts and settlements who was a terrorist and who was a soldier or civilian… The rate of fire against the thousands of terrorists was tremendous at first, and only at a certain point did the pilots begin to slow down the attacks and carefully select the targets.”

7th of October testimonies

snippet from @/propandco [on twitter]'s video on oct 7th about these apache helicopters

“The Apache pilots testify that they fired a huge amount of munitions, emptied the ‘belly of the helicopter’ in minutes, flew to re-arm and returned to the air, again and again. But it didn’t help and they understand it,” Mako reported. The Apache helicopters appear to have focused on vehicles streaming back into Gaza from the Nova electronic music festival and nearby kibbutzes, attacked cars  with apparent knowledge that Israeli captives could be inside. They also fired on unarmed people exiting cars or walking on foot through the fields on the periphery of Gaza. One Apache pilot reflected on the tortuous dilemma of whether to shoot at people and cars returning to Gaza. He knew that many of those vehicles may have contained Israeli captives. But he chose to open fire anyway. “I choose targets like that,” the pilot reflected, “where I tell myself that the chance that I am shooting here on hostages as well is low.” However, he admitted that his judgment “was not 100%.”

pilot testimony

Israel has admitted to shelling Israeli civilian homes killing at-least 112 Israelis in the process.

sources for this: sc 1 sc 2 sc 3

link to the full video by @/propandco [on twitter] about oct 7th <- highly recommend watching

thread

#isnotreal's attack on their own people using apache helicopters #there's even more on the original thread and i think i will try to repost the full propandco video but i tried posting a video longer than #3 minutes and it wouldn't go through #free palestine #apartheid #settler violence #settler colonialism #propoganda

[zanarkandskylines]

₊✩‧₊⇢  right person, wrong time?

『 ෆ k.bakugo x fem!reader 』 ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — repost; after more discussions, i decided to delete the follow up on the original post thread & re-post separately. i don't wanna be accused of stealing someone's idea after already apologizing for it. this'll be the last i talk about it.

Bakugo’s loved you since high school. You always pushed him to work hard, never took his shit without giving it back tenfold, and was a pillar of support through some of the toughest times in his life. Even so, he’s convinced himself you’d never feel the same, that he has no shot with you.

Why?

Because you’re quirkless.

You’re part of the 20% without one, and he told himself he can’t get in your way of your life. Bakugo can’t stand the thought of being the reason why you don’t chase after your own dreams. He knows you too well - you’d put your happiness aside to support him the second he asked. You’d put your life on hold if it meant for him to succeed as a pro hero.

But he can’t do that. You’re the one thing he can’t seem to bring himself to be selfish about.

So Bakugo sits idly by, for years, as your best friend. The one you’d do anything for, no matter the time or place. He watches you date shitty guys and picks up the pieces they leave you in. Buys you your favorite foods when you have a bad day, surprises you with “just thinking of you” gifts, and drops whatever he’s doing the second you need him.

He’s attempted dating, desperately tried to get you out of his heart and make room for someone else - he fails each time. Miserably.

So tonight, that all changes.

You’re attending the annual Hero Gala together tonight, just like you have for the last four years. Bakugo always asks you to be his plus one as it keeps people away from him and he gets to spend time with you…rather, gets to see you dressed to the nines and have you on his arm all night long. It’s the one day a year he gets to pretend you’re his.

You’ve recently gotten a huge promotion in your line of work and he’s broken the top 10 of the hero charts - what better time than now to shoot his shot? He’s waited long enough, run through every excuse in the book why not to tell you how he feels.

The night winds down and the two of you get back into his car, sitting in silence for the ride home. That’s not uncommon for you two, but Bakugo’s reading too much into it tonight. It makes his hands tremble on the wheel, white knuckling the pleather from nerves. Once he pulls up to your apartment complex, he turns the car off and gets out to open your door for you.

To his surprise, you invite him in.

“I have a surprise for you!”

Bakugo’s whole body is tense at this point. What could you have for him?

“Here, open it.” You hand him a small box wrapped in orange paper. “It’s not much and a little cheesy, but congratulations on breaking the top 10!”

He opens the package to find a golden bracelet in a box with the inscription “plus ultra, dynamight!” on the underside of it.

“Ya didn’t have to get me shit, but thank you. I love it.”

He hugs you immediately, scooping you into a loving embrace and relishing in the excuse to have skin contact with you.

“I, uh, actually have somethin’ for you, too.” His voice waivers while he fiddles with his jacket pocket. You raise an eyebrow while waiting for him to present…whatever it is he had.

Bakugo pulls out a small box of his own, handing over the velvet jewelry case. You gingerly take it from his palm and can’t help but notice he’s shaking like a leaf.

“Are you okay, Kat? You’re shaking.”

“Just…open it.”

And you do - revealing a beautiful rose gold locket inside. It’s in the shape of a heart, dainty yet big enough to fit a minuscule picture. Before you open it, he stops you by gently touching your hand. He’s trying to hold eye contact with you, but keeps darting between your gaze and the ceiling.

“I’m sorry if this seems outta nowhere, but it’s been eatin’ me alive for years. And if it’s too much, we can forget it ever happened.”

You tilt your head at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Oh. The locket.

Time crawls to a halt as you pry open the locket, peering into the small enclosure to see two things - a picture of the two of you on the left and a small handwritten phrase on the right.

‘I love you. -Kats’

The silence in the apartment is deafening. Bakugo’s vibrating out of his skin while awaiting a semblance of a response to his confession. You’re normally easy to read, but in the moment, he’s struggling to observe how you could be feeling. It’s driving him fucking insane. He starts to feel regret, embarrassment settling in his bones as he bites his lip.

He just ruined everything. The precious friendship you two had - gone. He knew that locket was a stupid idea.

Bakugo’s preparing himself for your rejection. The tears are building and the lump in his throat solidifies. He attempts to keep himself together as he begins to croak out an apology.

“Look, I shoulda—”

“Say it.”

Bewilderment is an understatement as he recoils at your demand. He blinks the stray tears away, all the breath he had being stolen away by your words. He swallows thickly, never thinking he’d get this far in the conversation. He was fully prepared to high tail it outta there, not…stay.

“Wha—”

“Tell me you love me.”

This can’t be real.

Bakugo’s body moves on its own, closing the gap between you two in under the dim light of your entry way. He cradles your jaw, thumbing over the apple of your cheek and studying your eyes as he takes a deep breath. This is the moment he’s been waiting for - the one he’s been yearning over. The opportunity to tell you exactly how he feels, how much you mean to him.

Four words is all he needs.

“I fucking love you.”

You can’t help but laugh, maybe a little too loudly as Bakugo’s cheeks turn strawberry in color.

“It’s about damn time. I love you too.”

His heart pounds, his legs feel like jello, his muscles stiffen. And yet, he powers through it all.

Your lips meet for the first time - the kiss is soft, sweet, careful.

When you part, his vision blurs a bit, overwhelmed by the emotions swelling in his chest. His lips are slightly parted behind heavy breaths, taking in the moment he was so graciously given.

“I didn’t wanna get in your way.”

You laugh. “Then don’t be in my way, come with me.”

God, he was such an idiot. A lovesick fool blinded by his own infatuation to see that his best friend loved him, too.

You hand the locket to Bakugo and spin around while holding up your hair. He tenderly places the chain around your neck and secures the clasp, letting the metal fall to your collarbone.

“I’m all yours, Katsuki.”

You always have been.

thanks to everyone who sent in a message & encouraged me to keep this up. we're all just trying to have a good time together on this site and share our feelings about characters we love. there's no need to talk down or discourage others from expressing themselves.

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[seethesin]

introducing a strap-on into the bedroom

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: cursing, sexual content, strap-on dildos (mdni, 18+)

a/n: this one's completely for you guys; straps make me cringe. repost because the original was apparently too spicy🙄

Shane suggests it in passing, almost jokingly one night as you throw back beers together while watching TV

You're two Dos Equis in and truthfully, the idea doesn't sound half bad

You know how well Shane knows how to use her hands, so you figure a dildo would be incredible

She's surprised how quickly you agree, but immediately recovers when you give her the freedom to choose whichever would be the most comfortable for the both of you

Neither of you mention this conversation again until about a week later

The both of you are in the bedroom: a mess of sloppy kisses, heavy breathing, and wandering hands.

Shane's unhooking your bra and your hand is shoved down her pants and then—

"Holy fuck, you actually bought one?"

She laughs breathlessly in your ear, your bra unclasped before it drops to the floor

"Surprise," she singsongs, ducking down to take your nipple in her mouth as you grope at the silicone cock

You unzip her pants and pull it out from her briefs, staring in awe at the appendage

Shane's mouth glides to your other nipple, giving it a gentle bite to pull you back into reality

"Are you just going to stare at it or do you want me to fuck you?"

You don't need her to ask twice

Clamoring to the bed, you sit down and shrug your pants and underwear off

Shane watches you, mirroring your actions until her bottoms and briefs are discarded on the floor

The strap is out in all its glory, hanging lewdly from her groin

She steps out of the room, only to reappear moments later with a bottle of lube

Crawling onto the bed, Shane kneels in front of you, pops the cap open, squirts it onto her hand, and lubricates from shaft to tip

Your legs part reflexively and the flash of your already drooling cunt is enough for Shane's breath to hitch

The now closed bottle is tossed to the floor as she approaches

Impatiently, your legs hook around her hips and tug her forward

The dildo presses just right against your clit and your head lolls back into the pillows

You feel Shane's arm slide underneath your neck, her fingers threaded in your hair as she pushes your head back up

"No, I want you to watch the entire time."

Her other hand wraps around the cock, keeping it steady as she sheaths it inside of you

She does not move, watching your face contort from pain to pleasure as you adjust around it

Like a trained dog, she waits for your command to continue

Your legs are clenched around her hips, heels digging into her lower back to keep her where she is

Tears pinprick at the corners of your eyes; you didn't realize just how girthy this was going to be

After a minute, you nod your head, your legs loosening around her

"Fuck me, Shane."

Her thrusts start out slow, pulling back just enough to cause an ache to spread through your stomach

You need more friction and the desperate whine you elicit causes Shane to pick up her pace

Her hand is still buried in your hair, the grip refusing you slack while her other hand is pressed into the mattress for support

Her lips meander from your neck down to your chest, making sure to kiss, nip, and suck at every patch of skin she could reach

Meanwhile, your hips cant forward, off sync with her thrusts but it's enough to keep you on edge

Your nails are digging into Shane's back, trying to find any sort of purchase as she slams into you

Your mouth is on her neck, biting bruises down to the base

The sounds of your wet cunt, staccato moans, and skin slapping against skin fill the room

It is obscene, but you feel too good to even think about being embarrassed

The pleasure pools and builds in the pit of your stomach with each thrust; you know your orgasm is imminent

Your legs cage Shane back in between your legs, shoving her forward as she continues to piston the dildo inside of you

Shane withdraws her hand from your hair, only for it to slide down your abdomen and bury itself between your legs

Her fingerpads swipe spirals into your clit and you sob from the new wave of pleasure that washes over you

You last maybe a minute longer before you're cumming underneath her: shivering, sobbing, and shouting

Shane's fingers are in her mouth as she watches you slump back into the pillows

You're still clenching around the dildo and her pace slows as you ride the rest of your orgasm

Once you finish she pulls out completely, the dildo slapping her thigh with a nasty, wet plop

Her hands are on you: smoothing your hair, stroking your face, and settling on your shoulders as you slowly come back into reality

"Welcome back," she rasps with a lopsided grin, one you can't help but to replicate

"We have to do that again."

The dreamy tone in your voice has Shane snickering, her lips peppering kisses against your skin until you pull her in for a sweet, sensual kiss

#shane mccutcheon #shane mccutcheon x reader #shane mccutcheon imagine #the l word #the l word imagine #tlw #tlw fandom #smut #headcanon #imagine

[starlitmark]

Summary: You were simply the nanny. How you ended up here, you couldn’t explain. Pairing: Seonghwa x fem!reader Tropes: dilf au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, age gap Smut Warnings: dirty talk, degradation, impact play, daddy kink, rough sex, unprotected sex Word Count: 435 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @smallfrye​

The Hanged Man ➾ different, distinctive, unforgettable sex

“Look at you, sweetheart.” Seonghwa chuckles from behind you, running his fingers through your arousal, “Who would’ve thought the nanny could be such a filthy whore.”

“Please, just want you that’s all.” you pant trying to push back into his touch.

He cracks his hand down against your ass, making you whimper at the sudden sting, “Who are you talking to like that?”

“Want you so bad, please, Daddy. I’ll be good.” you practically whine.

A chuckle resonates from his lips follows by a sadistic smirk. You have your face buried in the sheets in hopes of maintaining the last threads of sanity you have. That all goes out the window though the moment Seonghwa flips you on your back and pins your arms above your head. The sight of him alone could have you spontaneously orgasm in moments. The small bits of grey that are starting to invade his dark locks make you grow even more desperate for the older man. The way he raises his eyebrow at you, almost challenging you to run your mouth again. He grinds his bare cock against your soaked cunt, groaning at the feeling.

“Seonghwa if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear-”

“You swear what?” he growls, “You think boys your age can fuck you like I can?”

You don’t respond. You turn your head to the side, breaking the eye contact you were previously holding with him. Seonghwa isn’t having that though. He takes his free hand and grabs ahold of your jaw. The eyes you’re met with are even darker than before.

“Answer the damn question.”

“N- no.”

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“No Daddy.” you correct yourself, “Boys my age don’t know how to please me. Only daddy does.”

“There’s my good girl,” he smirks.

Without a warning, he pushes himself into you and starts fucking you at a brutal pace. Eventually, he lets go of your hands, and you immediately let them fly to his shoulders. Your nails claw into his skin hoping to ground yourself again. Seonghwa groans filthy words in your ear which only serve to make the orgasm bubbling up inside you even more intense.

“Daddy, you take such good fucking care of me.” you moan.

He chuckles, “Is that so, darling? You know, it takes a real naughty girl to come to find me to get fucked while my child is napping just a few doors away. I guess you’re just a naughty little thing aren’t you?”

“Y- fuck yes, Daddy.” you moan again.

“I best take care of my naughty brat before you wake them up, hm?”

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#seonghwa smut #cultofdionysusnet #kwritersworldnet #kvanity #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa x reader

[stormblessed95]

Hey Storm, i am some what a baby army and i just very recently found your blog because i picked an interest in Jikook and wanted to know more about them. Going through your blog has been like a breath of fresh air. I love how you present the information you know about Jikook and i love how you ALWAYS back up your claim with facts. When i need credible information about Jikook your blog is the first place i run to and i am grateful we have someone like you here.

So as i said, I developed an interest in jikook and i am trying to gather my facts about them so i am not deceived by edits and wrong information. I do believe Jikook are a thing but sometimes i get a lil confused by some of the things i see about taekook. I don’t think Taekook are a couple ofcourse but i would like to have more information on somethings that happened when i wasn’t in the fandom yet.

So one of the biggest moments for taekooker is the Atomix date. I don’t have alot of details of the whole thing but i know Jk posted a selfie with Tae which was taken at the restaurant and according to some taekookers, the restaurant made a post and tagged taekook and thanked them for coming. But i am a little confused cuz i’ve seen so many shippers and non shippers claim that all of BTS were at the restaurant, not only taekook. They mentioned someone emailed the restaurant and they confirmed that BTS were all there. But tkkrs insist it was just Tae and Jk and that Jk made a reservation 6 weeks earlier and they even got to go on a day, the restaurant wasn’t normally open. Do you have more details about this?

Me, forgetting that baby armys weren't here during the whole atomix thing because it feels like that all happened yesterday.... but I guess in reality that was 2 years ago. So it tracks 😭😂

September 2021, after the MET, BTS went out to eat at Atomix and JK posted a 3 photo series on his Instagram (he has since deleted his insta and everything on it 😭) of him and him and Tae in the Atomix bathroom mirror. They looked GORGEOUS.

And tkkrs took it and ran with the idea that it was then a taekook date. Would've been a nice dinner out together if it was, but it was confirmed by a staff members friend who was an ARMY and a Tae bias (not a shipper) that all of BTS and their management and staff were there. Taekook just took photos together. Messages from the staff here:

Original tweet thread:

And I believe this was the Atomix restaurant owner who reposted JKs photo and said "BTS in house" which is great rep for their business honestly lol

As for tagging taekook and thanking them for coming, I assume you mean this.... i belive Atomix is a client of them, and they designed the mirror they are in posing in. Lol they tagged taekook as it's taekook in the photo. Which generally is how that works when people tag stuff, especially with BTS duos, its their unit name. They also tagged "bts" and "army" in there too 😂

Them at the MET Rooftop Garden where Namjoon gave a speech right before

Idk where the 6 weeks early reservation idea came from, but whatever. Lol Hope that helps!

#content finds #correcting misinformation #tkkrs are liars #atomix ot7 date night

[megafaunatic]

fic writer meme

ty claire @microcomets for the tag!!!!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

seventy three !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jesus christ lol

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

five hundred twelve thousand three hundred AND THREE human words. PLUS some comics

3. What fandoms do you write for?

whateber catches my fancy... mostly danmei these days but 🤫 perhaps a new world in the works soon

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh jeez lol

you asleep and dreaming

atlas

linger in the sun

take me by the waist to the water (<- this one's having a renaissance these days bc of the donghua, by far the most kudos per day)

this tornado loves you

the people love wangxian!

5. Do you respond to comments?

VERY RARELY... i try to respond asap to anyone who asks about translating (i LOVE TRANSLATIONS) but other than that i feel very shy about replying to comments LOL 😵‍💫😵‍💫 even though i love when authors respond to MY comments...

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

for a while i wrote a lot of "missing scene" wangxians where it's just like a moment or a handful of moments in the middle of the action, and i think all of them have implicit angsty endings: because they're just a missing scene, and there's no continuation, you understand that "having that conversation"/"kissing or almost kissing then" changes nothing in the greater arc... wei wuxian still gives jiang cheng his golden core, is still reviled and then killed... etc... but definitely the angstiest fic i've written remains flightless bird which cair read and then immediately blocked out of their mind forever

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

MOST Of my fics that aren't the above missing scene fics are happy endings. some faves include no other waters and to be a good companion, both post-tyk happy endings; at least in this lifetime, my most recent take on mdzs happy ending; a lot's gonna change, a wedding fic which was written in honor of most beloved friends mary + aubrey's actual real life wedding (and actual real life happy ending)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really lol probably once a year i'll get a rude comment that i immediately delete and go "? lol" about. i was NOT victimized by shino which >:/ okay... excluding me...

9. Do you write smut?

teehee

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

ive really only written one crossover (atlas: wangxian + hualian) which got it all out of my system. crossovers are hard to do well especially when all the things i'm into are in world structures that can't easily overlap

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no fics "stolen" as in reposted wholesale (TO MY KNOWLEDGE?) but definitely i used to notice some plagiarism here and there when wangxian was really popping! mostly specific turns of phrase/passages but sometimes whole concepts. also one time i tweeted a funny hualian thread about hua cheng purring and then a couple days later i decided i want to whip it up into a fic and then like 3 hours after i posted the fic i went and checked the tag (these were the days that you could check the tag more than once a day) and someone had posted their own fic that was just beat-for-beat my original thread. uncredited obviously. lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

YES AND I ACTUALLY KEEP A CHERISHED SPREADSHEET OF ALL THE TRANSLATIONS!!!! like claire, mostly spanish/russian/chinese. most exciting tls for me personally are the persian and turkish ones

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

NO!!!!!!! I'M TOO UNRELIABLE AND OVERPROTECTIVE!!!!!!! every time zoë and miriam or fey and fer talk about how much they love co-writing i'm like omg. wish i were constitutionally capable of doing such an activity. but i'm not

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

THE SCHOONER WINDFALL OF OCRACOKE ISLAND!!!!!!!!! ROLL THE CLIP!!!!!!!!!!!!

no uhh idk passions come and go! once i get Particularly Into a ship i'll come back and read fics for it years later... every ship fills a different niche in my heart...

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

(HUGE BOLD LETTERS) pacific rim wangxian au i miss you so bad

also inception au wenzhou fic but that feels more likely to be finished... maybe one day...

16. What are your writing strengths?

precision + beauty of language; i am really funny; i'm good at choreography

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT :( PACING :(

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! i like it the most when i personally can understand it LMFAO but like really well-written bilingual writing where you DON'T have to speak the second language in order to get the gist of what's being said - either bc of elegant/subtle translation in the narration or bc of context - is sooo good and so hard to do well

OR i love lianzi's approach to translation in her shl chinese restaurant au (ONE OF THE FUNNIEST FICS OF ALL TIME) where some of the text is written in chinese and you hover over it for the english translation

19. First fandom you wrote for?

technically les mis but that doesn't count. jojo's bizarre adventure

20. Favorite fic you have written?

ummmmm mmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm. at any given time i mostly like my most recent fics the best but i do think our eyes on the road is particularly enduring - i love a lot of the landscape writing i did in that one, i think i captured the vibe of "late winter in new england" particularly well!

I TAG... @cairoscene @vinelark @houtaroo @fruitdaze AND @uhuraisgay

#ask meme

[lokiprompts]

Your Savior - Chapter 5

Summary: You get training from Black Widow....and you learn something surprising about yourself.

Warnings: Smut 18+

This is a repost because I can't find the original to update my master list (so sorry if you have already read this...but BRUSH UP...a new and likely final chapter coming later today or tomorrow!

Never in all the years of your life, did you think you would be in a training room with none other than Black Widow. The training room in the Avenger’s Tower was empty, outside of you, Natasha, and Loki who brooded in the corner, keeping a watchful eye on you. You had to give Natasha credit, not only was she deadly, but she was an amazing teacher. There were whispers amongst the team about her brutality during her training sessions, but today with you, you saw someone who was patient, and efficient in her teaching techniques.

            But she was also relentless. With each failure, she would tell you to get back up and try again. Your body was still frail from the torture and starvation you endured, and you could feel the weakness in your bones midway through your training session. There was one defense move you were trying to get down, but you just weren’t getting it. The bear hug defense move. Everything she was teaching you was very basic, but you were struggling, and it was frustrating you beyond belief. Every time you tried to escape the petite assassin’s grasp, it reminded you of how weak you were. How helpless you felt in your cell.

            Tears started to well in your eyes as your heart hammered in your chest, giving way to a tidal wave of anxiety. Before the first pathetic hiccup left your lips, Loki was already up and making his way across the room to you.

            “That is enough, Romanoff. She’s done for the day.” He growled. He hated seeing you upset, and he was already struggling containing himself. Every time he saw you crash on the mat or struggle against Natasha’s hold had his blood boiling. Frankly, he didn’t even want you there. It was his job to protect you. If you had him, what else did you need? Yet, he remembered what Tony had said. That there would be times he wouldn’t be around to protect you due to his ‘obligations’ to the Avengers, just to stay out of Asgardian prison. The fact that his choices, the mind control he endured led him down a path where he couldn’t be with you or protect you, made him hate himself even more.

            “No, Loki. She’s fine.” Natasha had let go of you and turned you around to face her. Tears were brimming at the corner of your eyes, but thankfully they had yet to spill over. Though, that last thread of stubborn dignity was threatening to snap.

            “What happened to you was wrong. It was fucked up. But you are strong. You endured things that would either drive a person mad or kill you. But here you are. You survived. You may feel weak now, but that is why we are here. To help you get stronger, so you can protect yourself and never be a victim like that again.”

            You nodded silently, a lone tear now traveling down your cheek as you heard her tell you so many things you so desperately needed to hear.

            “Are you ready to start again?” The question was clear yet held no judgement. You studied her face, and you could tell that she would let you stop if you truly needed it. But, like every day you lived in that cell, you needed to carry on.

            “I’m ready.” You said with a watery smile. Now, you turned to Loki who was watching the whole exchange with tight lips and clenched fists. He desperately wanted to steal you away, but he was restraining himself for you, “I am okay, Loki. You can sit down.”

            Loki lingered for a moment, unsure if he was actually going to let you continue to get beat by Natasha. But eventually, he turned on his heel and resumed his position in the corner of the training room, arms crossed like a spoiled child. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Natasha smirk.

            “He doesn’t listen to just anyone. I’m impressed.”

            You felt pride swell in your chest. The fact was that Loki cared about you and that is why he even entertained the thought of listening to a suggestion of a little mortal, but the fact that you had influence over a God gave you new confidence.

            Natasha squared up, ready to lunge at you again and you met her with an equally defensive stance. Your heart thudded wildly in your chest as you waited for her to strike and ultimately, she did with little warning. She charged at you and without a second thought, you lifted her up and flipped her over your head, tossing her across the training room and into the opposite wall. The wall that was an astounding fifty feet away from you.

            You and Loki stared at each other in shock before looking over to Natasha who was groaning and dragging herself up from the floor.

            “Thanks for the help, guys.” She said sarcastically, “What was that?!” She sauntered back over to you, rubbing the back of her neck that was strained from the impact.

            “I…I don’t know.” You looked down at your hands like they would unlock the explanation of what just happened, “Adrenaline?”

            She shook her head, “That wasn’t adrenaline. That reminded me of Cap. Maybe whatever they injected you with, had more of an effect than you thought.”

            You thought about it for a moment. It was possible. You had no idea what they were injecting you with. You just knew they were trying to replicate the super soldier serum and it would explain why they tried to kidnap you. Maybe you held some secret to their serum. The thought made you shudder.

            “Let’s try that again, but let’s go over to the punching bags, shall we?” Loki followed the two of you and watched with a careful, protective eye. The look on his face gave away the fact that he was just as curious as you were about what was going on.

            Natasha instructed you to hit the punching bag with all your might. You shifted your hips, getting in the perfect punching stance like Natasha taught you. Pulling your arm back, you flung your fist forward and as soon as it hit the bag, it exploded, and the remaining sand and fabric went flying.

            Natasha and you went into a fit of coughs as the billowing sand filled your lungs. You felt Loki pull you back into the fresh air of the training room.

            “I think that answers our question.” Natasha said in between coughs, “I think we should bring the rest of the team in here and try some more things.”

            “Haven’t you experimented enough, Romanoff?” Loki sneered, holding your back firmly against his chest, his arm around your waist. You sputtered out a few remaining coughs as your lungs cleared. Loki’s arm around your waist tightened a bit and you couldn’t help but smile. The protective side of him was a bit…. much, but a part of you loved it.

            “We need to see how far her powers go. We don’t need any surprises. It’s for her own safety.” Natasha’s reasoning seemed to resonate at least a little bit with Loki, and you admired her skills of getting what she wanted from people. She played him, and you’re glad she did. You, too, were curious.

            And that is how you found yourself on the track within the Tower next to Captain America. You fidgeted a bit next to the tall, muscular man. Steve was nothing but nice to you, but you could practically feel his strength radiating off him. You felt that next to Loki too, but his strength brought you ease, comfort. Everyone else made you feel intimated and weak.

            “On your mark, get set, GO!” Tony called out and you both took off running on the track. The race was no competition and Steve left you in his dust. He beat you so badly, you didn’t even bother finishing the lap. You just stopped. Your shoulders hung in shame as you struggled to catch your breath. No one in their right mind expected you to beat Captain America in a foot race, but part of you was hoping you would.

            Loki placed his hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him. You didn’t even hear him come up.

            “Try again, Little Dove.”

            Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What’s the point? I can’t beat him. I’m not fast like him.”

            “You couldn’t beat the Widow before either, but then you threw her across the room. I believe in you, Little Dove. Try again. You can do this.” He looked at you so intensely and with such devotion, that you believed him. You believed every word he said.

            So, both you and Steve made your way back to the starting line. You saw Loki out of the corner of your eye, smiling at you. Seeing him there made you feel both more confident, yet so very nervous. You didn’t want to disappoint him. Before you knew it, Tony had called the start of the race and Steve was already way ahead of you. Part of you wanted to just give up now, but Loki was watching. You had to at least try.

            You took off as fast as you could. The muscles in your legs were on fire as you propelled yourself forward. Much to your surprise, you started to catch up to the Captain. That fact alone fueled you with determination and fearlessness. You pushed yourself harder, so hard you thought your legs would trip underneath you, you were running so fast. It wasn’t until you reached the end of the lap that you realized you did what no one expected.

            You beat Captain America in a foot race.

            You wanted to cover your mouth in shock, but you were too busy wheezing and trying to catch your breath. Loki was at your side in an instant, offering you a bottle of water that you enthusiastically accepted and chugged down like it was your first drink in weeks.

            “Looks like we have another super soldier in the Tower.” Tony’s voice carried as he walked over to you and Loki. Steve had patted your back in congratulations, but you didn’t miss the look of confusion that was in his eyes.

            “Maybe.” You breathed, still trying to fill your lungs with sweet, sweet air.

            “There’s no ‘maybe’. Whatever they injected you with definitely gave you some abilities. At least strength and speed. Maybe soon, you will be a part of the team.” Tony grinned and you smirked back.

            “Yeah, maybe.”

            “She will NEVER join the Avengers.” Loki suddenly snarled, grabbing your arm and dragging you off the track. At this point, the rest of the team wasn’t even surprised. They knew there was no stopping Loki when it came to you. With your newfound strength, you resisted against him, but his Godly might was no match for your untrained abilities. He didn’t release you until you both were in the Tower’s elevator and after bashing a few buttons, you realized he was taking you back to your shared room.

            You huffed and crossed your arms, “You are absolutely ridiculous.”

            He whipped his head so fast to look at you, his eyes burning with anger, “I’m ridiculous?! I’m – I’m?!” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to stifle his rage. “You are ridiculous for even considering joining the Avenger’s!”

            The elevator dinged and he stormed out as soon as the doors opened, leaving you standing there. He vaguely gestured with his hands for you to ‘hurry up’ and you followed him out of the elevator and down the hallway. You had started to seethe with your own anger as soon as he grabbed you off the track. It was the first time you felt strong in weeks. Powerful, even. And he robbed you of that.

            The door flung open with a burst of Loki’s magic and quickly slammed behind you as you followed him into your shared space in the tower.

            “How can you do that, Loki?! I was feeling good! For once I didn’t feel like some weak, beaten shell of a person that has just been existing.”

            A look of realization washed over Loki. Again, he let his protectiveness get the best of him and hurt you. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. Loki let out a thankful breath that you let him hold you, despite being upset with him. The strength of his arms always brought comfort to you, even when he was the cause of your discomfort. He held onto you like you were going to disappear.

            “I am so sorry, Little Dove. The thought of you being in harm’s way again made me panic. I never want you to be hurt, ever. I want to protect you from all the bad things, but it seems like I made a mess of that. I was the one to hurt you today, and I am sorry.” Tears were brimming in his eyes and even though you couldn’t see him with your head buried in his chest, the emotion and weight of his words carried in the tone of his voice.

            “I forgive you Loki and I know you care about me, and you feel obligated to me, but I am okay.”

            You felt him breathe out a heavy sigh on the top of your head. “It’s more than obligation. It’s more than me caring for you.”  

            Your heart started to hammer away in your chest. There was so much meaning behind what he said. Your mind was burning with curiosity, but your heart was quickly filling with fear. Curiosity won out.

            “What do you mean, Loki?”

            There was a beat of silence, a moment of stillness between the both of you as you simply held each other. You felt him stiffen under you and you didn’t dare look at him. Little did you know, Loki was thanking the Norns for that as he gathered the nerve to open his heart to you.

            “I love you, Little Dove. I think from the very first moment I laid eyes on you.” You didn’t know what to say as his words hung in the air around you, “You don’t have to say it back, ever. I am happy just loving you like this so don’t feel any pre-“

            “I love you too, Loki.” You cut him off and looked up at him. There were so many emotions swirling in his eyes. Love. Shock. Relief.

            Then his lips crashed on yours. For the first time and after so many close moments, you finally kissed, and you met his passion with equal fervor. Your tongue brushed against his lower lip, and he let it enter with no hesitation. Your tongues tangled with each other as your hands moved from his waist to around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs and with unspoken words, you jumped up and let him carry you to the bed you spent many nights sleeping and holding each other in.

            He placed you down gently on the cushy mattress, like you were a precious fragile work of art. You smirked up at him.

            “You know, I am not a fragile, precious thing like you thought anymore.”

            “You’re still precious and fragile to me.” He said to you, the truthfulness of his words reflecting in the cool, blue of his eyes. For a moment, you got lost in each other’s gaze, but it seemed too intense for the God as he retreated to lay wet kisses on your neck. You turned your neck to give him more access to the sensitive skin there. He nestled between your legs, and you felt his hardening bulge pressed firmly against your core. You felt him grind against you and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation.

            “I love the sounds that you make,” He breathed, his voice huskier and dripping with pure sin. Loki made quick work of undressing you, slipping you out of your top and pants and tossing them haphazardly on the floor. You arched your back as you felt his trail of kisses make their way down your chest, taking time to suck and swirl his tongue around your nipples. He chuckled as you pressed your chest further into his mouth.

            “Eager are we?” You opened your mouth to say something back, but all that came out was a moan as you felt his hands slip under your panties and start rubbing your already aching bud. Your eyes closed as you fell into the sweet sensations that was Loki. He tugged your panties down your legs and a gasp left your lips as his mouth latched onto your heat. Your hands flew to his hair, and you couldn’t help but dig your fingers into his dark, curly locks and give it a little tug as the coil in your stomach started to build. Fresh wetness pooled between your legs as he gifted you with a deep moan of his own as he ate you out like a man starved. But this was no man.

            This was a God.

            Your hips started to grind against his eager mouth and another feral groan bubbled from your chest as you felt one of his long fingers enter you.

            “Mmm, so wet for me.” He groaned into your wet core. Loki quickly added another finger as the feelings started to become too much. It had been so long since you had been pleasured like this. Since your time in the cell, you didn’t even dare touch yourself. The feelings were too fresh, too raw. But with Loki, all you felt was him and the unbridled pleasure he was giving you. You felt safe.

            “Loki…I’m going to...” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you whimpered.

            “Cum for me. Let me taste you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the coil in your belly snapped and you ground against his mouth as your orgasm consumed you. His free hand held your hips down when your body tried to retreat from the overwhelming sensations, but with careful licks, he helped you down from your high.

            Your eyes were still closed, panting from the intense orgasm and you didn’t notice Loki climbing back over you.

            “You’re so beautiful.” Your eyes shot open when you heard him. You saw him above you, his arms on either side of you. When did he undress? Your eyes racked over his form greedily. You had seen him without a shirt many times, but never fully naked. His hair was messy and hanging around his face like a black curtain. Your eyes trailed down further, down his chiseled chest and abdomen to the dark curls that was around his thick cock. For a minute, you wondered how it would fit, but your lust was ruling your mind now. You sure as hell would give it the good ol’ college try. When your eyes went back up this face, he gave you a knowing smirk. There was still a shimmer of your wetness on his face, and he was looking at you with love and lust. You could only imagine how fucked out you looked to him.

            “Are you ready for me, Little Dove.”

            “Please.” You said back, your words coming out whinier that you had intended. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. You tasted yourself on him and you groaned, lifting your hips to rut against his hard cock.

            He held your hips in one of his hands, lifting it easily off the bed and entered you slowly. You both breathed into each other, letting out moans at the feeling of your joining. Loki stilled for a moment, and you wrapped your arms around his back. You felt his muscles ripple under your hands as he fought the temptation to just pound and mercilessly claim you as he waited for you to adjust to him. He looked at you, looking for your confirmation and you nodded your head.

            Slowly, he started to move. The teasing drags of him inside of your walls was delicious and you groaned in his ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him even deeper. Loki felt amazing, and you wanted more.

            “Oh, princess, you feel incredible. So tight.” He whined against your temple, pumping his cock into you. It was the first time he used that pet name for you, and it brought fresh wetness to your core. You knew Loki felt it as you heard him moan again and twitch inside of you.

            “Loki, harder, please. Fuck me. Make me yours.” That flipped a switch in the God as he started to slap his hips against yours, pulling his cock fully out of you only to slam it right back into your heat. All you could hear was the squelching from him entering your wetness and smacks of skin on skin.  You had asked him to claim you and claim you he will.

            “Cum for me, Princess. Cum on my cock. I need to feel you.” His hand snaked down between your body and started to rub against your already sensitive clit. After a few swipes, you felt your second orgasm take over your body as you shuddered underneath him. Loki soon followed, spilling into you.

            Both of your bodies stilled, now only panting while you came down from your highs. He looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes.

            “I love you so much, Princess.” He placed a fierce kiss on your temple, before peppering your face with more kisses. You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling high from your orgasms, but he quickly shut you up when he kissed you passionately on the mouth. He slipped out of you, and you whined at the loss and at the sensitivity. With a wave of his hand, he cleaned you both up and laid next to you. He pulled you close against his chest, and you snuggled in. The God squeezed you even tighter, like you would escape, and you smiled against his chest.

            “I am not going anywhere, Loki.” He sighed, a new heaviness in the air.

            “I just want you to be safe, Princess.” You grinned.

            “Princess, huh? You’re a prince, so does that mean you are planning on making an honest woman of me?” You tilted your head up at him as you wiggled your eyebrows. The truth was, your relationship was quite new and this connection you shared was still very confusing, but it felt right. The idea of marrying Loki wasn’t as terrifying as it probably should’ve been. It felt natural, like breathing.

            “Uh…well...” He puffed out a dry laugh, flustered and red at your question. But Loki was saved by the door, as you both heard a knock that got more and more frantic.

            Loki groaned and pulled himself from your sweet, warm embrace. He magicked some clothes on his body, which you couldn’t help but pout at. Opening the door, he was greeted by a wide-eyed Natasha.

            “We found another base. It’s real this time. We are meeting in the conference room right now. The plan is to leave in the morning.”

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@theawkwardavenger @nonsensicalobsessions @purplekitten30 @lostgreekgod @roguemetalmaster13 @huntress-artemiss @midnights-ramblings @xorpsbane @ravenmailey @vbecker10 @lazulifoster @winterfrostsarmy @ada17h @lokisprettygirl22 @theaudacitytowrite @lokis-little-love @themorningsunshine @strawberry-canyon @howdidurhammergrowchris @michelleleewise @80strashbag @roseeatta @asgardianprincess1050 @jaspearl31 @ozymdias @vickie5446 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @kittiowolf210 @nightshadelm @maeisonline @hikirstenhere @trickster-maiden @jazkidding @fernk21 @lulubelle814 @ilovefanfictions

#loki x you #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki #loki fic #loki x female reader #loki fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #loki fluffy drabble #loki fanfiction #loki angst #loki laufeyson #loki x reader smut #loki x reader fluff #loki smut #loki x reader angst

[watchingblsnowandforever]

I was rewarded for my faith. Forget being disappointed, I LOVED every single second of today's episode. And I'm gonna take you for a swim to the deep end today, so get ready.

Ep. 1 1/4

From the very beginning, it's clear that there is a role reversal. (Loved the cute little doll in Gun's room.)

The selection of the school president is a satire, as explained in this post. I think it's also a representation of those schools where the teachers choose the council (i speak from personal experience), but I don't know if that is practised in any Thai school. I liked it nonetheless.

What really got me was that they actually created an Alternate Universe and didn't simply make a reflection of the original world just with roles reversed.

Ep. 1 2/4

That's twice I've heard "I'm not like the mothers in those drama series" in a BL drama series, and I enjoyed the context both times. [tell me in the tags if you know what's the other series I'm talking about ;)]

Jokes aside, this is also a reality check. Gun's mother in the original universe is not only forgiving but helps them escape as well. Unfortunately, not everyone is that lucky. Most mothers would scold the hell out of their children (ehm.. also from personal experience; just different contexts)

In this universe, the conflict is similar but not the same. While that universe focused more on the long term conflict of not being able to win (or even participate) in Hot Wave, here it focuses on the more immediate problem of their club closing down. Which makes sense considering the original had more time to cover and now they only have two episodes.

Also noticed the subtle reference to The Gifted series (most probably cause I'm watching it).

Poor Gun whining about his well-laid plans to get laid (read that as cuddle I just wanted to make a pun) with Tinn going down the drain in one surprising swoop.

To no one's surprise, the Umbrella™ (whether held by Tiw or Por) is well-loved in any universe.

I also liked the small little additions to their first meeting :D

And I'm sure I wasn't the only person with a mile wide yim (smile) during Imagi-Tinn and Gun's conversations with Gun's mom.

If I thought Tinn's reaction was funny, well, Gun just secured the permanent place on the top of my list :D

Nong Chinzhilla. Need I say more?

Nice to see Por's lack of filter and exquisite fashion sense exists in every universe. "Don't mind us, we're just nosy..." <- this is a reference to the original universe; this scene:

And don't think I missed that little smile when Gun said to submit a love request when they were fighting for that pamphlet.

Ep. 1 3/4

"I didn't mean to kiss you." I was laughing so hard I had to pause the video, and mom looked at me weird like, 'she's finally lost that last little thread. It was about time.'

"I can ride this since I was born." And can't even wear the helmet.

Gun is flirty in every universe and Tinn is weak for it in every universe too.

Tinn's smile when Gun helps him with the helmet... you can not tell me he doesn't already like Gun at least a little bit.

[Unmute :D Do NOT repost; I'll do more than find you]

Winnie the Pooh being in love with Sound already; Tiw and Por flirting to the moon and back... what's new.

"I saw that." with that expression is by far one of my favourite SoundWin moments. Also one of the funniest.

SoundWin caught in the act of PDA: nah, we're just the best of frenemies :)

Gun when Tinn was hugging him: *dreamy look* all my dreams are coming true.

Ep. 1 4/4

Gun getting the perfect moment to confess and trying to do it:

Tinn: *snore*

I liked that dance played quite an important role in this. Also liked the reference To TiwPor in Prom Night: Live On Stage.

Tinn and Gun with matching hairbands >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[Do NOT repost; I'll do more than find you]

What really got to me though, is that by doing this, they are validating every single fanfiction and headcanon out there, which is very surprising and nice of them.

The characters are not entirely different, they are just placed in different environments which affects their personalities.

Both Gun and Tinn still have that edge of boldness, but it's more prominent in Tinn while laced with trepidation in Gun.

Tiw still has that soft witty humour, Por still lacks a filter and has great taste and they're still disgustingly cheesy.

Win and Sound still fight, but they still help and love each other.

I also want to say that Fourth and Gemini are amazing actors and have played Gun and Tinn in both universes flawlessly.

What I also liked is that they're both whipped in any universe lol.

All in all, I'm enjoying my ride through the Multiverse of Cuteness to the fullest :D

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Gods, i just wrote almost 1000 words of review 😭

My fingers are numb and due to all the other restrictions, ya'll will only get two videos and two pics tonight. If you want more, put in a request ;)

#flying in our skyy #our skyy 2 #our skyy x my school president #just me and bl #my school president the series #my school president #msp my love #my msp boys 🥹

[goodlucks]

not that anyone wants to really address this in any way nor can i really articulate this properly but the downward spiral we’ve let happen thanks to reposts and uncrediting artists has led to them creating discord servers for them to post a flow of their art. guys. this is such a disgrace that we’ve all helped lend a hand into having previously stapled and hailed platforms for artists to no longer feel comfortable posting on these social based sites, and yes, while i understand sometimes they’re rescaled and warped a little depending on what the platform wanted to do at the moment..

we’ve lost so many people that used to post to either both tumblr and twitter and all these microplatforms aren’t sticking. they’re good as a second spot to store media should someone want to curate a gallery where you can have the full res, or etc but the publicity that an artist needed to grow is no longer there for people who are starting off. this is primary for just image uploading by the way.

i don’t want to have to make a vlog post on tiktok to share that i made a drawing. i don’t need to make a whole ensamble if my intent was only to make an image.

with artists making servers, it is a great way to streamline commissions, and potentially bridge that gap that you might think the person behind the art is a huge entity, and so on, but they do not get publicity, they cannot get any traction since it is a closed circle.

discord servers are also so fragile in the way that the delete button is always there. the artist can always get rid of the entire server whenever. i know it is the same thing for any account on a platform, but i find that accessing that button on discord is a lot easier and might be stressful since it cannot prove as a good archive. meanwhile, on tumblr, your reblog can serve as a snapshot of that post. discord doesn’t necessarily have any means to do that unless you’ve gone out of your way to save every little thing.

you can recommend all the same secondary platforms that have been trying to replicate the other ones i’ve mentioned, say for example i guess pillowfort,bluesky,cohost, i don’t know all of them but they are not people’s first platform of choice to enter and spend more time on to discover new content.

when you see a budding artist on here, or twitter, or anywhere else, what needs to change is the behaviors because we’ve been doing a lot of standing away and silently saving the art instead of interacting and sharing. and the obvious, if you must see someone else’s art on a different platform, you should ask first if they have an account, and if NOT, then ask permission for reposting with credit back to their pages. even nicer, tack on to leave a nice like or anything on that original page.

this is a mess of a post. whatever.

edit: instagram or Threads is NOT being mentioned because i am not using a facebook product. thanks.

[owlmylove]

this is tumblr, actually fuck off with that dumbass "prev tags" bullshit that is impossible to fucking figure out what tags youre even talking about. we have a system here, you fuckin twat. USE IT. fuck off back to tik tok or twitter and eat shit.

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

never thought i'd see the day that i, card-carrying circa 2011 tumblr girlie would be accused of. uhhhhhhhhhhhh [checks hand]

tags

actually unclear how any of this can be an accusation when there's no crime. yes, there was (and still is!) a prior system of screen-shotting or copy/pasting prominent tags and including them in the reblogged version of a post, but this system predates the in-browser pop-up viewer of blogs and reblogs that tumblr added in recent years

while screenshotted & copy/pasted tag additions did enrich the original posts, often leading to the kinds of collaborative post-creation tumblr is renowned for, there were 2 major failings of this system:

the first; if a copied tag failed to speak to a larger audience and/or become part of the post's identity and more widely accepted form (i.e., the most commonly reblogged version, often overtaking the original version), then the screenshot/copied tag post would merely be an eyesore, and users would bypass this version to engage with the original or pre-tagged post

the second; if a tag addition did become part of a post's more widely-known identity, then the user who screenshotted or copy/pasted it was very rarely the tag's author. This means subsequent rebloggers have the option of either going to the enhanced/tagged post, checking who it was reblogged from, and trying to see if this point of origin was, indeed, the person who had written the successful tag

however, overwhelmingly, most users wouldn't care to retrace tag provenance in such a way--they'd simply reblog the post, unwittingly giving credit not to the author, but whichever user had seen fit to include the author's tag

now, this is not in and of itself a bad thing! again, collaborative post creation and playmaking is a hallmark of tumblr's ethos. BUT, it does leave the question of crediting a creator up to the rebloggers' willingness to engage. and, while it's charming you might think i've the faintest relation to twitter and tiktok, i'll admit both sites seem to have a greater currency of "clout" than tumblr. i don't mean to suggest that the OG system of tags robs users of would-be "clout", since, well. if you're looking for clout, historically, tumblr's the wrong place to go prospecting

but tumblr does have a long and troubled past of accrediting creators, starting with circa 2010s WeHeartIt and DevArt repostings with "credit to the artist" / "credit to the photographer" often being the only half-hearted gesture towards acknowledging authorship

now, one benefit of the "prev tag" system is the reblogger's willingness to track down a post addition's author is tantamount to seeing it. You have to find the tag's original creator to read it. you become a scholar hunting through countless footnotes, making you an active participant in discovering and honoring authorship, rather than a passive consumer of secondhand content.

is the "prev tag" system of reblogs not as immediately gratifying as simply seeing a tag? forsure! and if said "prev tags" thread continues on for 3-4+ reblogs, each one leading you onwards in pursuit of a treasure of unknown value, only for said tag to be, well, maybe not entirely living up to it's unintentional hype--yes, that can be frustrating.

but the "prev tag" system is not replacing, but working symbiotically in relation to copying tags: it often functions as a peer-review system, an electoral process determining who has the knack to speak on the people's behalf. A well-received "prev tag" often leads to a copy/pasted tag after making enough rounds (no one wants a 7+ "prev tag" chain; at that point, it should simply be posted/copy-pasted), and is more likely to integrate with the post and engage with subsequent rebloggers more effectively, having already proved its mettle

tumblr is a system of communication like any other, and this communication changes with time and its environment. in the face of a changing dashboard and, admittedly, yes--an influx of users from other native digital spaces--then it only makes sense that our systems will change with us.

also: honey baby sweet angel child. deep breath. this ain't 2012 superwholock. there's no need to tell strangers on the internet to eat shit. go touch some grass<3333

#on the ground #tumblr studies #yes in other news i AM creating a substack/essay series about tumblr #digital linguistics #speaking of grass: #it makes you part of a creative community #with a grassroots system of authorship; you are literally #pushing through blades of metatext to find it #owl post

[gemsofgreece]

https://twitter.com/nonregemesse/status/1665090309636644866?t=Wam_pcFXnis0kcl45Kg2Uw&s=19

Welp even Brits can't escape this nonsense. Teaching at universities that an important part of England history isn't real to make it anti racist?? How is it anyway??

In general i think it's some false stereotypes that has to do with skin colour otherwise i don't know why people in Europe view parts of their history as racist (and i fear USA started it).

I saw it when you sent it to me but now the Twitter link seems to have been taken down, so I found the Telegraph article on Reddit (because it’s behind a paywall in their own website)

I would like to comment on your use of the word “even”. Western Europe has been way more submissive to the expansion of American wokeness and it has been a few years it largely inflicts itself on it. It is not like in the east, where this is still more like an external trend we try to resist to, it has largely been embraced there. Of course we are talking about the problematic, hugely toxic new movement that has lost all sense and respect for historical truth in its effort to establish equality and justice in the very special and one-sided way it alone understands it. I am obviously not talking about any well-based, founded and studied movements for inclusivity of all groups of people or the respect and support of their rights in our lifetimes, which is CRUCIAL.

Back to the article, apparently Anglo-Saxons did not exist according to the University of Cambridge and the reason behind their non-existence is an attempt to stop nationalistic sentiment of British-born people claiming an Anglo-Saxon ancestry, therefore suggesting they originate from tribes coming from North and Central Europe, and therefore being white by heritage. Of course the Anglo-Saxons are one of the historical groups that make the genetic make-up of the old Brits, not the original or the exclusive one. I don’t understand why Cambridge feels the need to lower its IQ by 100 points and self-inflict a blow in its reputation just to converse with the potential dimwits who might feel superior for may or may not having some part Anglo-Saxon descent (also how can this be proved anyway?). But this is the problem with wokeness: instead of rising intellectually above its opponents, it falls on their level, except from the other side. The results are laughably sad, like in this case.

On the other hand, maybe the article is sensationalising (or the University is exaggerating) the fact that the Anglo-Saxons were more of a cultural group that developed any sort of unity after establishing themselves for long in Britain and not prior to that. They usually landed there in large spans of time as small groups of people migrating from NC Europe without any particular ethnic unity and sense of identity. It’s not like a full blown nation called “Anglo-Saxons” landed there and took Britain by force. From the little reading I did anyway, I am not all that knowledgeable on English history, even though it is fascinating and I would love to learn more in the future.

In any case, it’s evident by its arguments that the University did this for political reasons and not for reasons of exhaustive historical accuracy. And again it’s a different thing to say Anglo-Saxons were not like what the nationalists paint them to be from saying they never existed at all.

In the Reddit thread, someone has reposted the whole article.

Also spot on Greek-relevant comment in this thread under the cut:

🙃

#history #Middle Ages #European history #anti woke #anon #mail #not Greece related

[aroacemisha]

About Me & The Blog!

Hi! My name is Misha (he/him). I’m a queer Russian artist and writer [art & writing tag: #misha’s creative stuff; original characters/stories tag: #misha’s original stuff]. Born in February 10, 2004. I’m also an atheist and likely neurodivergent.

I also like The Owl House. I have an AU [tag: #retired leaders au]! It’s focused on Belos, Steven (the AU version of Steve), Hunter and Kiki, aka the Wolf Fam, and they’re the characters with the most significant changes. More info about the AU can be found under the #rlau info tag. It’s a good uncle AU btw.

Small summary: The Day of Unity turned out to be a massive disaster, and once Belos finally returned from being stuck in the Human Realm with Hunter and the Hexsquad, he publicly admitted to his lies and resigned. The other highest ranking members of the EC - Hunter, Steven and Kiki - left with him, hence the AU’s name, and the Empire dissolved.

Some more info about the AU can be found in this post. I’ll make a proper, better structured info post eventually.

[Edit]: Since I changed my username, the link in the long thread no longer works. Here is the updated link.

If you’d like to ask anything, whether it’s about me or my content, or if you just want to say something to me, feel free to send an ask!

I have a positivity tag: “#positivity”, and I’ll link it here if you wanna scroll through it.

I’m not really into n$fw content, but some (mostly mild) stuff might show up, mainly in text form or character dialogue. I tag non graphic/less graphic stuff with “#cw: suggestive”, and more graphic stuff with “#nsft stuff”, though I’m not 100% sure on where the line is for me.

(I also try to tag triggers, generally with “#cw: [thing]”, like “cw: flashing” or “cw: blood”, and some are censored like “cw: sui mention” and “cw: sa mention”. If there’s anything you’d like me to tag, send me an ask)

A few more things, in no particular order:

Do not repost/reupload people’s art without permission. If you like an artist’s work and want to have it on your blog, press the “reblog” button (the recycle looking button). If you want to share it on a different platform, just don’t, unless the artist gives you permission. Or just post a link to the work instead of the work itself!

And stop with the “idk who made it, I found it on Google” bs - don’t post the work you found, and if you want to share it, do reverse image search and find the author and share their work the proper way instead of stealing. Have the bare minimum of respect for the creator.

“Do not repost” also applies to downloading someone’s work, tracing or editing it, and then posting that version. It’s fine to trace art as a form of study/learning, but only if you either keep it to yourself and don’t post it, or you get the artist’s permission to post the traced/edited version.

Please tag your ships when you post content with them. It helps people who like it find it, and helps people who dislike it avoid it by filtering the tag. This includes “OC x canon” stuff (tag the specific OC/ship btw, not just “OC x canon”), “s3lf insert x canon”, and I’d say especially “x read3r”, or frankly, any kind of read3r insert stuff, even if it’s not ship.

Pr0shippers will get blocked. “Pr0shippers/anti-antis/c0mship/pr0fic” or whatever you call yourselves, get out. If you treat p3do and inc3st relationships as some kind of “cute/fun tropes”, or you willingly associate with people who do, I want nothing to do with you. This includes people who ship distant relatives (you are still shipping relatives and doing so knowingly)

No, this does not mean I’m some kind of puritan who doesn’t want dark topics to ever be touched on in media, it just means I think they shouldn’t be watered down into a “cute/fun trope” and should be approached with sensitivity.

If you’re an exclusionist, you’re not welcome here. This includes people who tag “queer” as “q slur”, as well as label and pronoun policers. There will be people whose identities you don’t understand, and that’s fine, leave them alone. Stop doing our oppressors’ work for them. Queer discourse also comes and goes every few months and it’s always the same “trust me bro my exclusionism is totally legit this time bro this group of queer people is totally evil and harmful bro just trust me”

“Tme/tma” (transmisogyny exempt/affected), are meaningless labels that do nothing but cause infighting within the trans community about who has it “worse”, or who has “privilege”, when no one does. A violent anti-trans bigot is not going to ask your pronouns before assaulting you if they perceive you as trans (or any kind of queer). Drop the labels if you use them. Also read this post by an intersex person.

If you attack people for criticizing cops, billionaires, large corporations, etc, gtfo. Go lick those boots elsewhere.

Russia/Putin stans/apologists are also not welcome here. Same for those who are “neutral” or think that “both sides are bad” (no they are not). And if you’re one of those people who act like Ukraine has no autonomy and is only resisting because the West is pushing it to do so, sincerely, go fuck yourself.

That’s about it I think. Though remember that you won’t fully know all of my beliefs from a couple sentences or even a couple paragraphs.

(Edit: For TOH fans, filter “#huntl0w negative” if you don’t like seeing negativity towards the ship. I try not to mention it much, but occasionally I voice or reblog criticisms of the writing (it’s pretty bad if it’s meant to be romantic), and some behavior from particularly aggressive fans. Btw in case you’re wondering, no, I don’t like L*nter, they are a canonically familial relationship)

[This post gets updates sometimes]

#misha's text posts #oh look it's misha #thought i'd make an intro post

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Whenever One Of Those Disney Remakes Comes Out...

This was originally a Twitter thread that I wrote the other day, and wanted to repost it here because I... Accidentally deleted the first tweet, haha...

Anyways... Regarding "shallow" Disney romances, plot elements of the animated films that supposedly don't add up, and how these remakes supposedly "improve" on them or "add depth"...

For all the talk about some Disney romances happening in such ostensibly short amounts of time or feeling kind of halfhearted... It becomes apparent when you step back and think about it, possibly... but there's a reason the stories hold up and work despite this perceived issue... That's animation and lyrical storytelling bypassing what's supposed to be realistic. That's one of the medium's very special abilities...

Like, most people watching those Disney animated classics back when they came out were so engrossed in the stories and even the romances, because animation like that is really on its own plane of existence, operating on a unique wavelength that really makes it all register so seamlessly. But there's also plenty of substance & depth in what's being told, as it's woven in there by the visual (and sometimes visceral) storytelling itself. That's a big thing for me with Disney's animated movies, that they can establish so much in such short bursts in an 80-90min runtime.

A lot of what's often said about certain animated films reminds me of "style over substance", which is a phrase I absolutely can't stand. The style *can* be the substance, actually... it's there if the one watching is on the film's wave. Otherwise, it's just pretty pictures and noise to them.

A lot of my favorite Disney animated movies play this game very well, going all the way back to Walt's output. That there can be so much feeling, emotion and ideas in mere drawings mixed w/ music, dialogue, editing choices, etc. It's often hard for me to explain, but I naturally feel it whenever I watch it.

And that's not even getting into the language of fairy tales and fantasy stories, often laden with symbolism and metaphors and such, which are also on their own wavelength entirely. I feel, when you try to take all of that so literally, to make it "realistic" and feasible in another medium, let alone apply these ideas completely to *real life* itself... you're breaking it apart and overdressing it. Hiding its unique essence, ripping it away even. The fantasy element is dialed down, which kind of takes away from the whole appeal?

As I get older and I really try to nail how I write fantasy stories myself, I find the connection between this kind of fantasy and reality fascinating, how they in different ways inform each other. Not in the sorta "cute" ways that you can put into a neat little box ("Disney movies once taught me-"), but much more complex than that.

I'd say in terms of a recent live-action fantasy movie, one of the most interesting was David Lowery's THE GREEN KNIGHT, an adaptation of Arthurian legend, which really embraced a kind of lyricism and dream-like logic that you don't often see these days. Even in mainstream animated movies that favor talking heads scripting over this kind of thing. Naturally, it was "confusing" for some. I know I was kinda lost when I first saw it, but I couldn't stop thinking of the intricate texture of the piece after I left the theater. It's a feat when a movie of any kind can preserve that onscreen, not what was only in the text.

Of course, a classic animated movie isn't immune to criticism, but sometimes I think a lot of what I see written online is done out of misunderstanding of the animation medium (does that peer pressure from when they were 10 years old still linger in their heads?), and there's a lack of media literacy there as well. As if the CinemaSins crew are in charge here, nitpicking small things that don't matter while missing the much bigger picture. Animation and fantasy like this require a nuanced perspective to dig in, I feel.

Animation itself, when executed like this, is just really on a whole other field... And those who dig the films so much, I feel they naturally get it and don't knock the movies for these perceived "issues". Nor make rash generalizations about a whole body of work, which is also common with some folks who talk a good show about Disney animated movies. Even Disney themselves, which is always concerning, but this is nothing new. As far back as the late '80s/early '90s, various people who worked for them or on their movies echoed these kinds of weird reductionist sentiments, too... And I feel it really all boils down to... These movies are animated. Thus shallow, for children, lacking, without much substance...

If not that, then I feel it's a misunderstanding of how these outlandish stories work and what level they are on... Almost like it's being reduced to a "that was weird!" MCU-level joke, or- Again, fodder for CinemaSins or some garden variety Nostalgia Critic-style video.

[xerxeswitch]

What is “Spiritual” Narcissism?

(This is a repost from my other account) 

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Now, again, these are my beliefs in what I thought helped me with my spiritual journey. Take these with a grain of salt.

What is bad about being a spiritual narcissist?

Being a spiritual narcissist defeats the purpose of spirituality itself, and it can create a very damning, dangerous situation for the person themselves. It can lead you down a path that isn’t authentic to you, and it can piss off entities/spirits. Abuse is also included in there as an extreme case.

As for tendencies, it’s unfortunately a sneaky and easy trap to fall into. Even I continuously am learning how to avoid certain pitfalls myself.

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So what is ego for starters?

The word ego has been given a bad rap in a lot of spectrums. When you think of the word “ego,” what comes to your mind? A person with an inflated head? A certain reputable figure? Someone who takes constant pictures of themselves in Instagram?

Well, these examples are implied for an ego to be a little too big, but not ego itself.

Your ego is your deep-rooted, individual identity that is created from the light aspects to the shadow, and it plays as your sense of self worth. In reality, it’s neither a good or bad thing on its own -- it’s the identity and self esteem by its pure definition. (Seriously, it’s original meaning was self esteem) It’s important to note that it’s all about identity of what makes you different from the person next to you.

People who say “ego is self illusionary” or “ego are all bad” are also ironically undergoing spiritual bypassing, because they are denying their authentic, human experiences that helps them learn -- on what they have to learn.

EVERYONE has an ego, whether you deny it or not.

Even people who talk back to me to say otherwise are ironically showing their sense of their ego, because they show disagreements with a belief that they’re confident in -- in which its tied to their self esteem with their own pot of strong beliefs that are different, which is ... well, ego.

It’s not about destroying your ego -- that’s just running away from your problems and getting into unhealthy habits to treating yourself in a toxic fashion.

It’s understanding your ego and working with it to confront what’s creating conflicts in your life, or what could help push you to make needed but daunting moves.

Instead of thinking about eliminating who you are, it’s about balance yourself. As anything that implies, it’s moderation as anything goes: Too little or too many of something from a neutral object/subject is not a good thing. I believe balance is a healthier and a more solid approach to dealing with your ego than trying to shame your self esteem and our sense of individuality.

Having a healthy ego is balance in my views, because it does tie in to your confidence of decision making and attitude towards a problem, instead of playing a victim role to play the exemption game and justify your actions -- or making excuses to stay stagnant.

A healthy ego helps you manage your sense of self worth. It protects you from the onslaught of unrealistic expectations, and it motivates you to work and give you the ability to push yourself to do things even if you’re scared.

Just because everyone has an ego/self esteem, it doesn’t mean it prevents us to somehow not connect with each other. Every thread on a tapestry is different, but each contribute their uniqueness to the entire pattern. (And yes, that’s a reference to Prince of Egypt; it’s such a good line!)

(Again, take it with a grain of salt)

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Now, what is a Spiritual Narcissist?

A spiritual narcissist is a person (or any being that’s even non-human) who has a an unstable, large ego. It’s a sense of an illusionary sense of self grandiose identity as a way to feel superior over others, and feeling the need to be better than others.

No one is immune to having tendencies, for we all had our slip at times whether we know it or not. BUT, a spiritual narcissists are people who will most likely never understand the aspect of connection and having a student mindset to learn more and be open to others.

They also indulge in using “spirituality” as escapism to encourage their ego to get bigger or to defend themselves to be exempt of accountability -- which leads to spiritual bypassing.

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What is spiritual bypassing?

Spiritual bypassing can be the gateway to being a spiritual narcissist. The definition of spiritual bypassing is using “spirituality” as a shield to magically become exempt from doing the work or escape into their own world instead of addressing their emotions or flaws.

It can also be very subtle too which makes it frustrating for all parties.

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I know it’s taking a bit but these are addressed that leads back to the spiritual narcissist, because these signs included these actions and traits:

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The signs of Spiritual Narcissism

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-Claiming to be more “special” than the average person because of their so-called powers or because of a “special access” to a god/goddess figure.

-Believing they’re “special” because they’re reincarnated from a famous historical figure. (Well, you’re not that figure presently. Does it really matter anymore?...unless you transferred some old energy that you need to work with, famous or not)

-Declaring to people that they can’t fathom their understanding because you're supposedly “awake” and they’re “asleep.”

-Condemning emotional vulnerability because it “lowers your vibrations.”

-Going to the extremes of “Love and Light” and thinking they’re above “negative” aspects that are a part of yourself.

-Get easily offended by someone else’s beliefs or rejection that aren’t inherently harmful.

-Belittling/bullying others for their religion (unless it's breaking the law)

-Promoting prejudice statements to make themselves feel better/playing the immature blame game on a group of people; on any gender, race, etc. It doesn't make you "cool," it makes you look bitter, unappealing, and embarrassingly dumb.

-Demanding tolerance when they can't even tolerate other beliefs or freedom of practice. (Again, unless it's breaking the law)

-Boasting about their spiritual achievements excessively. (It’s perfectly okay to be proud of how far we came and share it with friends in an encouraging way)

-Thinking they can transcend the physical/earthly reality and give themselves godlike qualities/ aka a god complex.

-Attempting to excessively look, dress and sound like a stereotypical spiritual person. (This can vary, but you can get what I mean)

-Flaunting how spiritual they are excessively towards strangers in social media.

-Lacking or unwilling to understand that there’s more things than their own comprehension at times, and it can be a perfect opportunity to learn.

-Unable to empathize with others, and use people’s lowest moments to get what you want.

-Condemn the shadows of any kind and thinking they’re superior/exempt from having any “negative” qualities. (Without light, there’s no darkness after all)

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Again, no one is above any of this.

I am not above it either, and it can creep into the minds of anyone who partakes in spirituality. It’s just part of the journey. BUT, it is incredibly harmful if it persists in the long run. It can sever your experiences than create a full, enriching journey in the long run.

I hope this helps you and help raise awareness for this sort of thing.

Thank you.

#spirituality #spiritual narcissism #spiritual ego #ego #toxicity #spiritual bypassing #healthy ego #spiritualism #witch #bad witches

[sydalned]

Covid-19 taught me how to use social media.

While I was in quarantine, hoping humanity didn't have to suffer like it did when plagues swept the world in the past, the internet showed me that people I thought I knew were reenacting this scene from history:

Social media was the only way I stayed in touch with people during quarantine while I waited to see who would survive the pandemic. It's remained a good means of communication since I set these rules for engaging with others:

1. Don't respond to a comment that goes even slightly off topic.

They're trying to make the point they want to make. It will always lead to a subject they feel more confident about. Within three comments, the thread often becomes about the latest conspiracy theory in their circle, their religious views, or a political matter they've never gone to the original source to inform themselves on. This is just as true for a post that started with a call for world peace or a picture of a kitty.

2. Let them be wrong.

Social media can get people too emotionally invested in defending their point of view to listen to replies on any subject more controversial than what you ate for dinner. They aren't thinking about my reply, anyway. They're thinking about their own next one.

Trading quantity for quality has cut my social interactions drastically. During the worst of Covid 19, I implemented these guidelines to place limits on the sources of stress I dealt with each day. Several friends and relatives revealed themselves to be fearmongers, whose interactions became about getting me to repost things designed to stir up fear and anger. I had to figure out which were genuinely scared, and which were hoping to scare others. I tried sharing hopeful news with those who seemed harmless, but eventually just had to let most of them seek their own comfort. Those who seemed to be gleefully reposting bad things that were happening to others are not in my life anymore. Sadly, this included a few relatives, and more than one old friend.

For a while, I wondered how much I was to blame for how social media affected me. I doomscrolled when potentially deadly advice came out of the White House (or Mar-a-Lago) about the pandemic, then I'd be hyperaware of how people were responding to it. Within weeks, I realized that comments were going off topic faster than ever. Opinions turned into debates about politics and religion almost immediately. The pandemic linked medical care to both. How people could survive took on a distressing overtone of how worthy they were to save. At the same time, some people had delusions that they couldn't die from it. Before long, I engaged with nothing but the most helpful and hopeful posts, mostly discussions about advancements on vaccines, people helping each other, and survival stories. Social media remained stressful, but I didn't finish each day despairing for the future of humanity.

My list of old friends and family members I keep in touch with is a lot smaller now. Recently, I realized that most of those I lost were those I'd kept in touch with through social media so I wouldn't have to talk to them very often, so I really didn't lost much. What I'd done was put off mourning those relationships. Online contact only made it a lot easier to only share what I wanted with them, and they had done the same with me, so we really didn't know each other. Other sites in which I engaged with strangers (when I did at all) were easier to disengage from.

No one I was close to died from Covid 19, but I did lose a lot of people from it. The pandemic showed us who we really were. I'm sure some of them were horrified by my pro-vaccine, pro-mask, anti-bleach and Ivermectin stances. Maybe some of them are mourning me, too. I have no false hopes about the future with any of these people now, and thanks to social media, I didn't have to speak to them in person to learn that they refused to wear a mask or get vaccinated.

#covid 19