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epiclamer · 2 years
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villain gets fed up with hero being a brat and gets very intense ("stop acting like you don't know you're fucking mine) VERY horny (is pancake anon taken? i think so. 🍧🍧🍧 ice cream anon is my title from here on out)
Judgement. Horny.
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Twisted Jealousy
It had been three minutes since the clock hit six. Three minutes and the hero still hadn’t shown up for their daily battle.
Hero was late.
The villain began to tap their foot by the second, increasingly annoyed with the lack of Hero’s arrival as they were forced to sit in silence and watch the minutes tick by.
Four minutes.
Five minutes.
Six—
“Hey! Sorry I’m late!” Hero stumbled into the alleyway, straightening out their ruffled hair and suit. Assuming their fighting stance, but Villain made no move to attack nor react to the Hero’s presence.
Villain blinked at their nemesis, watching the confused frown mask their features as they dropped their defence.
“What?” They swung their hands to their sides with a smack against the fabric of their suit. “Are you seriously mad?”
At that, Villain finally stood up, stalking towards their Hero in long strides, barely controlling their anger. It took every muscle in Villains body not to begin interrogating the hero like a concerned mother hen.
That wasn’t their post.
“Where have you been.”
The hero scoffed, sweat beading their forehead and a slight blush visible from under their suit collar.
“What are you? My mom?”
It was Villains turn to scoff as they lifted a hand to tilt Hero’s chin, forcing eye contact as they pulled them in close by their jaw. Analyzing the face of their enemy quickly, slightly redder lips, red tipped ears and their usually cool breath was hot.
Villain grinned, they couldn’t help it. Jealously and rage coiled together in their stomach to create a terrible twisting in their gut.
“Does Other Villain know that you were screaming my name in my bed last night? Or did you leave that little detail out during your… escapade…”
Initially, Hero tried to pull back, shocked and a little bit embarrassed about how well Villain smoothed over their obvious dig against the other. The truth was, Hero had been a little bit jealous lately because of how busy the villain had been.
Some terrible feeling of Villain finding someone new, someone better.
So, the hero had resorted to trying to make them pay. Kissing Other Villain in the heat of battle and showing up late on purpose was supposed to rattle Villain.
Seemingly, it did no such thing.
“Oh please,” Hero set their jaw, forcing their eyes to meet Villains. “Why would it matter to you? You’re always busy anyways.”
The villain smiled, their anger slipping through their teeth. “Stop acting like you don’t know you’re fucking mine.” They didn’t yell to show their rage, they didn’t have to. Villain mastered the art of keeping their collected front before their fire.
Hero crooked one brow, “You don’t have anything to prove that.” Matching Villains cool tone they continued, “No brand, no seal, no mark. Nothing shows that I’m yours and yours only.”
Villain leaned in even closer, moving their lips to Hero’s jawline. “Then let’s change that, shall we?”
The criminal latched their lips onto Hero’s jaw, kissing sloppily and slowly down towards their neck. Only leaving light bruises along their face, but sucking harshly otherwise.
Hero moaned, wrapping their arms around the other and pulling them close. Loving and losing themselves in the way Villains teeth scraped softly against their skin.
“You’re mine, Hero. The next person to lay a hand on you will find their head on a podium, got that?”
The crime-stopper moaned louder in agreement, barely paying attention to anything besides Villain marking them up. They had to admit, they were quite fond of the whole possessive shtick.
Hero let their hands wander a bit, squeezing Villains ass with both hands as they arched their hips towards their enemy, leaning their head all the way back.
“Fuck, you’re such a tease, Hero.” Villain groaned at the pressure from the hero’s hands, turning and pushing them against the alley wall. “I’m going to take you right here, right now and by the time I’m done with you, there won’t be a spot on your body left unmarked by my lips and my touch.”
A shiver of excitement ran up Hero’s spine as they felt the Villains adept hands began to shed their suit and kiss along their collarbone. Sucking and licking over every other bruise.
“Try to keep quiet like a good Hero will you? Don’t want to alert anybody else now do we?”
Hero could only moan in response.
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possibly-pasta · 4 months
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DID anon here, and as someone who is diagnosed um.. definitely at least sounds like it's DID or maybe even OSDD1. I don't want to push you if you aren't ready or anything, but I don't think it would be a bad idea to try sort of just talking with the "characters". This disorder can definitely be distressing when you don't know what's going on, but even just sort of establishing communication can be really helpful. Again sorry if I'm being to forward or anything.
no no this is all Gold Information.
I have tried to do that and it like, Semi-works??? or like, only with Some of them??? some i feel are like, actively willing to work with me. some of them just sort of… Abruptly Appear Very Much in “The Car” to help me??? like, there’s one who is a very kind and motherly type of presence. she she shows up when im like, having a Lot of anxiety and the Others in the car can’t calm me down. And then there are some who are just… mean. awful. i have to actively ask and beg them to leave me alone or ask the other kinder ones to kick them out of the car. sometimes this works. sometimes it does not.
and ya know, this is one of the first times i’ve ever typed any of this out. seeing it actually written down like a fact is… wild. there’s a whole Place in my head and i’ve had it since i was 5 and it’s so wild to me to slowly figure out that not everyone has that. not everyone has versions of themselves and other beings walking around in a place in their heads since being 5. idk idk. this is… woah.
thank you Anon. like, truly. i have spent Many years “just being interested” in learning about DID and it’s sister disorders. And i have gaslit myself through ALL of it. i Constantly told myself that i couldn’t relate and that it was rude to people who Actually Have It to say i mayyyyyyyybe kinda sorta relate. so i have shoved it under the rug over and over. while a few of the people up in this noggin gently chuckle at me.
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shining-sphinx · 1 month
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So I got into dungeon meshi and i’ve been telling everyone who I talk to. I love everything about the world, characters, the art, etc.
BUT
People are not kidding when they say that senshi will manifest in your head to tell you to eat better. Like I have a hard time remembering to eat but my brain would be like “you haven’t eaten in some hours, you need a meal” and I would be like you’re very right internal senshi I’m gonna see what I can make. Then I make food??? Honestly Gods sent senshi for helping so many people eat better
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cadmium-free · 7 months
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terribly charmed by my sibling sending me a voice message that just said “i just always take ibuprofen at the wrong time. i had a headache all afternoon, from three to eight pm and then i took an ibuprofen half an hour before the headache went away! i could have just saved an ibuprofen!”
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ruushes · 3 months
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had some very specific things i wanted to work on this weekend and got possessed by the specter of undercut lae'zel instead 🤦
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teathattast · 6 months
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savagegood · 10 months
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“Did you see the way that little girl looked at me? Kids. Little kids. They grow up believing that they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different. And I’m the monster? I don’t know what’s scarier. The fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart or that sometimes I just wanna let ‘em.” “We have to get you out of here. Over the wall. We won’t stop until we find some place safe, okay? We’ll go. Together. No matter what we do, we can’t change the way people see us.” “You changed the way you see me... Didn’t you?
NIMONA (2023), based on the comic by ND Stevenson, who came out as transgender in 2022
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pierog · 4 months
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aueua · 5 months
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gibbearish · 5 months
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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
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villainanders · 5 months
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When beloved mutuals are like oh no tumblr might be going down add me on discord! like okay I love you I’m kissing you on the mouth I’ll die without your little posts but am I going to message you? are you going to message me? we all know this is not going to happen.we r open pasture creatures we both need a place to post freely
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esyra · 6 months
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After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.
Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.
Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.
By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.
When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.
Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.
Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky—she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.
Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive—I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.
For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.
Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.
That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years—get used to it!
So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.
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People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.
Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."
They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.
Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.
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gael-garcia · 1 month
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They Do Not Exist (1974) by Mustafa Abu Ali (watch)
from PalestineCinema.com:
Salvaged from the ruins of Beirut after 1982, Abu Ali's early film has only recently been made available. Shooting under extraordinary conditions, the director, who worked with Godard on his Ici et Ailleurs (Here and Elsewhere), and founded the PLO's film division, covers conditions in Lebanon's refugee camps, the effects of Israeli bombardments, and the lives of guerrillas in training camps. They Do Not Exist is a stylistically unique work which demonstrates the intersection between the political and the aesthetic. Now recognised as a cornerstone in the development of Palestinian cinema, the film only received its Palestine premiere in 2003, when a group of Palestinian artists "smuggled" the director to a makeshift cinema in his hometown of Jerusalem (into which Israel bars his entry). Abu Ali, who saw his film for the first time in 20 years at this clandestine event noted: "We used to say 'Art for the Struggle', now it's 'Struggle for the Art'"
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narcissistcookbook · 5 months
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the water fountain in the 24h gym displays light-hearted little messages when you use it. "use me to stay refreshed!", "impress yourself!", that kind of thing
tonight, at 3am, while I was completely alone in the gym, it gave me a message i haven't seen before
"dare you to turn around and smile at the person behind you :)"
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arsonforcharlie · 1 month
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two roads diverged in a yellow wood
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nikxation · 8 months
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PSA, there's a really nasty Discord scam going around rn. If one of your friends DMs you, starting off with a simple "hello" "how are you", may even joke around a little, and then starts asking you to look at a game/project they're working on, don't click the link, don't download anything. If you can reach that friend through non-Discord means, reach out and let them know they got hacked.
One of my friends said the link takes them to a very convincing video game page that has in-game screenshots and stuff, and then gives you an option to download a playtest zip file or something. That download exploits a weakness Discord apparently has for password protected zip files and steals your Discord log-in and changes your account info to the scammer's account info. Two of my friends lost their accounts. Be careful.
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