#fitting how i will be making two posts for the doubles day. actually it's fucked up how that's not on the 22nd
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hihi if u know my main then u know ^_^ if you don't then i probably have you blocked. anyway this is in a sense kind of a follow-up to one of my posts there so i guess this is kind of like. an extended version of that. director's cut or smth. anywayyyy
MAYBLADE 2023 DAY 4: SCI-FI
AKA: WHY THE FUCK IS V-FORCE LIKE THAT
bakuten shoot beyblade 2002, or beyblade v-force as i will be referring to it for the rest of this post, despite being mostly filler (in the sense that most of what happens in it isn't in the manga at all), is not a season that fucks around, except it also does that a lot. but what i'm getting at here is that even if you don't realize it, it becomes VERY clear what kind of season this is very quickly.
season 1 of bakuten shoot beyblade is a little bit absurd sometimes. that kind of comes with the territory (unless you're most of burst), but that does not make the existence of a US government-funded beyblade research facility aswell as beyblade child soldiers (unrelated to the first thing, making that two instances of beyblade war crimes) and beyblade rasputin any less ridiculous. v-force, however, takes this further.
in season 1 of bakuten shoot beyblade, the us government-funded beyblade research facility is introduced in episode 19 and isn't really important in the long term. the beyblade child soldiers are introduced in episode 40 and are very important to the plot, and beyblade rasputin is casually dropped in episode 42 and never mentioned again.
beyblade v-force drops a beyblading robot (not to be confused with the character who is a beyblader and also a robot, who we will get to later) on you in episode 4. this is the kind of season you will be watching for the next 47 episodes! have fun!
i don't know what exactly to say about this moment. when it comes down to it i think it just speaks for itself really. and for most of beyblade v-force, this vibe is still very present. even when it's not ridiculous in this way, psykick and their no-name goons have a sort of saturday morning cartoon vibe, or atleast that's the best way i can describe it. this feeling is also present with zagart for a good chunk of the latter half, atleast until episode 41 comes around and things finally start to kick into gear on that end.
however, there is a very particular point where the weird sci-fi bullshit is able to work in harmony with actual good drama, and if you know my main you undoubtedly know where i'm going with this.
but first! consider the following concept: artificial divinity. man-made recreations of gods, created to be not just equal to but more powerful than their original counterparts. and these beings, both by nature and their sheer power, take over the minds of those who wield them, with the user dying in the worst case scenario.
what i have just described is the digital sacred beasts. the execution isn't perfect- mostly because psykick is fucking lame, but other than that it's... actually really fucking good. this, in no small part, is due to episode 16. remember that kid from like 11 episodes ago? the one who was pretty fuckin gay for kai? well. um.
this is genuinely such an excellent introduction to the plotline, and i know it's technically not the introduction but also it may aswell be because for a good while i genuinely FORGOT about the actual introduction. i could actually go on about this plotline for a good while but also this is a really really long post already so. onto the last thing!
yeah the kid's been a robot the whole time! fuck you! i don't even know what to say anymore i've been writing this post for atleast an hour now. v-force is so fucking stupid but that just adds to the experience i think. everyone say thank you to v-force right now.
#mayblade#mayblade 2023#beyblade#bakuten shoot beyblade#i have several more insane ramblings planned on a few days of the month. be prepared.#also one drawing but that'll be on my art blog#fitting how i will be making two posts for the doubles day. actually it's fucked up how that's not on the 22nd#cause it's double doubles. or smth#sidenote but i got this browser extension called animalese that makes animal crossing noises when u talk it's really good#makes typing a lot more fun actually#it also encourages me to be like. comically wordy when writing things out which is fum#fun. i meant fun. what is fum#i checked the word count this is somehow only like 600 words. i have written like over 800 words about zeo before i think#i am like the only person on here correct abt this show <3 besides like a couple other people probably
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I’m sorry but the fact your trying to say Quackity is a CEO of a corporate company is sooo fucked. QSMP is funded by only one man. QSMP’s team was made by one man. The project was put together by one man. QSMP does even fit the qualifications to a corporate company and it is Quackity’s very first project. Is there problems yes I’m not denying that but Quackity has made it clear he is trying and you seriously cannot be comparing him to fucking Amazon. Like the two arnt remotely similar. I think people hold QSMP to a higher standard because it’s so public but the difference between Amazon and Quackity is that Amazon has been running their company with a huge team of multiple people to make decisions for 30 years Quackity is a man who put together a team but is still largely making the decisions and has been doing it for a year. The man has a lot to learn I admit that but you can’t expect the same amount of perfection you get from a corporate company. Before you demonize Quackity we should let him try to actually learn get better and improve.
hey anon ! I don’t remember having referred to Q as the ceo of a corporate company but if I did and it’s inaccurate I’m sorry ! I’ll admit that I’m not super familiar with business-related english terms and what each of them specifically encapsulates, maybe owner of the company/face of the brand is more accurate ?
I agree that Qstudios isn’t Amazon however I don’t think QSMP is being held to an higher standard because it’s public. In fact I think that everyone, be it a huge corporation, a small business or someone on the Internet launching a project, from the point they start hiring people and having workers under their care, should be held to the standard of treating these workers fairly. And it’s not just my personal opinion, it’s also the legal standard in many countries.
A lot of businesses start with just one or a few people, and when it grows, it’s up to them to make sure everything they’re doing is in accordance with the law and that their workers aren’t being mistreated in the workplace/work environment. Obviously this is a lot of work in itself, especially in a international project because with each new country you hire someone from you basically double the number of norms to abide to, and would be overwhelming for just one person. That’s when it also becomes your responsibility to hire or at least contact lawyers, HR people, to help you navigate through this.
To me, this isn’t expecting perfection, it’s expecting the bare minimum.
Also please don’t assume I’m trying to demonise Quackity, I don’t have any intention to paint him as this big evil guy who woke up every morning thinking "hehe another good day of exploiting young people and make money off of them" as that is not how I view him and I hope my posts so far have not conveyed that idea.
My own take is that he had a great idea for a project but severely underestimated the amount of work and research that would actually have to be done to achieve it, didn’t take the necessary steps to help avoid this whole mess, wasn’t mindful enough of people working for him and on top of that, hired some bad people who enforced their toxic idea of what management should be.
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Nothing Else Matters
Pairing: Bakugou x Reader
Warnings: soft, fem reader, fluffy, nervous Bakugou, crushes, Bakugou is whipped
Summary: After an interview for Pro Hero Mag, Bakugou reflects in his office on his humble beginnings with his wife.
"I like it, hey baby, I like it, oh sugar, I like it pretty baby give it all to me, I like the way you wear your hair, I like the stylish clothes you wear, the way you kiss me, I feel gone, give me all your loving all night long."
-I like by Guy
"You shouldn't have answered that last question like that!" Mine, Bakugou's assistant ranted in his ear, even through the phone her shrill voice made him roll his eyes. He slams his keys down on his desk, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he shucks off his gauntlets and hero gear.
" 'm not gonna lie Mine. They asked me about my greatest accomplishment and I told them."
"But your fans want to hear about your accomplishments as a hero, they already aren't very fond of your wife-"
"The fangirls. And for the record, my real fans love my wife. So they'll be happy as hell with my answer. I'm not changing it and if you cut it ill post a video of me fucking her to prove my point." He ends the call just before he can physically hear her blood boiling.
Katsuki Bakugou, number one hero and heart throb to the world. But as he sits down at his desk and picks up his phone, there's only one person he wants to talk to.
He's tired and overworked and you're in America doing press with Charge bolt as you're one of his favorite designers(he actually set you up with Katsuki, a debt he never let the explosion hero forget) you were due back in two days but after the interview and the fight with Mine, he needs you. He needs just you.
You pick up on the third ring, yawning softly, he can hear the sheets of the bed you're in rustling as you stretch. He wishes he could join you.
"Kat? It's late here honey, are you okay?" He can hear the worry in your sleep laced voice. God he hates how his stomach still flips just from your voice again. He let's out a soft whine, in turn making you coo and shush him softly. Something is bugging him, you can tell, but ever patient you wait for his lead.
"I'm fine…..I just….I wanna hear you tell me again." His voice cracks softly. "Tell me about the night we met." You chuckled, this was his go to for reassurance. He could never hear your side of the story enough and quite frankly you loved your love story as much as he did.
"Well Denki set us up together. It was a double date with him and Jirou and you and me." Bakugou smiled, relaxing under the lull of your voice. "You looked so nervous," you giggle through the phone causing him to break into an uncharacteristic grin that was reserved for only you. "Your eyes practically bulged when you saw me. I watched you do a double take." Katsuki chuckled, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair.
"You've always been so incredibly sexy. I couldn't take my eyes off you." He hums, a light blush painting his cheeks as he thinks about the first time he met you. "It was that black dress, spaghetti straps with the open back and the slit up the side. You carried that super small purse and I remember thinking how stupid it was cuz you couldn't fit anything in it." He grinned when he heard you laugh through the phone. "Those heels, the strappy ones that wound around your ankles and tied in the back….you were irresistible. It was over for me right then." He says the last part quietly, something he would admit only to you. He conjured that image of you to his mind, heart racing and blood rising to his cheeks as he thought about your smile, the way you moved, how soft your lips were when he pecked you good night. God he had been so embarrassing.
"I thought you didn't like me. You were so nervous remember?" He grunts in confirmation.
"I said 'lunch' hoping you would get that I wanted to buy you lunch the next day because I knew I had to see you again. I needed to-"
"Katsuki do you know when I knew you were the one for me?" You interrupt him. You had never explicitly told him the moment, though he always said it was at first sight for him. He knew it had taken you some time to adjust to him and get to know him, but he had never really asked about this. Not until now. Too content with the fact that you wanted him just as much as he loved you.
"N….no."
"We had been dating casually for a couple weeks. After the dinner party. I had texted you before my first flight to London for the Pro Hero Fall Fashion Show." He remembers that day well. He went to see you, not content with letting you go and not saying good bye first. "You came to the airport, no security, no press, dressed like normal, people were shocked because you didn't even try to hide who you were, you just kept moving." He smiles remembering the ass chewing he got for the stunt from his team later. "You brought me flowers and kissed my cheek and told me to have a safe flight…..it was so normal. As though we had been doing that for years and would do it for the rest of our lives…..that moment was when I knew I couldn't live without you."
Bakugou takes a deep breath, his heart clenching in his chest.
"Baby I just want to hold you. I miss you so much. It's like I'm not living. Not really when you're gone."
"I know love, but it's only two more days and I'll be home."
"And you're fucking staying. You promised. No out of the country trips for the rest of the year. We got….things….to do." He waits for it to click for you and when it does he laughs at the sound of you thrashing and throwing yourself around with excitement.
"I can't wait to get started. I'd love to have a little boy that looks just like you. A mini Katsuki!"
"Baby ill be happy with whatever we have as long as they come from you and they're healthy."
"I love you so much Kat."
"I love you too baby. Go back to sleep, 'm sorry for waking you….." you yawn again, settling down in bed. "Oh one more thing before you go?" You hum, waiting for him to continue. "Watch the interview tomorrow. I want you to see it."
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You woke up feeling empty, the call from Katsuki had put you in such a great mood that it almost felt like he was there. But as you stretched out and opened your eyes to your cold bed you're filled with sadness. But only a couple more days and then you'd be with your hero again.
Thinking of him reminds you of the interview. It should have been posted by now so you type in the link to it on your phone and sit on the edge of your hotel bed to watch it.
It starts normally, you smile as Katsuki grumpily answers the female reporter, roll your eyes when she flirts because can she not see your name tattooed on his chest or the ring on his finger? But then it gets to the last question and a stunned, endearing emotion sweeps through you.
"So Dynamight. The fans have a final question. What is your greatest accomplishment? What would you say that is?"
"Marrying my wife." He doesn't miss a beat or even wait for her to finish. The reporter flounders, obviously not prepared for that response.
"Well, we mean professionally and career wise-"
"Nothing else matters." His face is set, tone flat and serious, no room for argument. He meant it and that was that. You feel yourself falling in love all over. The way this man is always about YOU. You've never been loved like he loves you. It makes you just want him all the more.
Just as you're about to turn it off and call him your phone pings, there's a new photo on his official Instagram and you immediately click on it.
It's a picture of you. From the first night you met, you didn't even know he had this picture. He's holding you close, one hand on your waist, the other in yours as you dance. He leans close as if he's whispering to you and you're blushing and grinning.
The caption reads: "Nothing else matters."
#my hero academia fanfic#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#my hero acedamia#my hero fanfiction#bakugou katsuki#katsuki x y/n#Spotify
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imma compress all my td2023 season two thoughts into one post, so spoilers below particularly for the final four/five episodes
Okay so, I can't be the only one who's super tired of Caleb by the end of the season, right?
Like, no, I don't dislike him as a character necessarily, hell, we didn't have much to go off of for a GOOD while, and I'm certainly glad they actually gave him some substance.
But like...really? Putting him in the FINALE? Extending his arc so long that it keeps PRIYA in until the final FOUR?? It just makes them both feel like they overstayed their welcome, especially when people like Damien, Zee and Raj got shafted in favour of their plotline, which was ultimately super exhausting compared to others. It also just felt a little...off, especially for Caleb's teammates in the finale basically being "Team Not Julia," that just felt...so sad. And not in a way that was really earned since he was super wishy-washy for the latter half of the game, especially after Damien was eliminated.
Like girl how can you go from having nothing to having too much?? What is this, rags to riches?
And just to get all of the kinda low points of the season IMO:
Damien was just straight up robbed, and his elimination left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth?? Like there ain't no way DAMIEN would be dumb enough and/or not paranoid enough to NOT take the idol with him to elimination, like, ON HIS PERSON. I don't care that it was hidden at the campfire, there is no way anyone with his personality, especially after saying he moves the damn thing like four times a day, would NOT KEEP IT ON HIM DURING THE CEREMONY!! That's just an unnecessary risk and it got him taken out. Also, Priya voting him out made DOUBLE no sense, like I get Wayne and Raj being sentimental and all but why would Priya vote him over someone else??
I'm still not over Zee's elimination either. Like, yeah, I get why, he spilled a bunch of tea about everybody, but did they just FORGET THE FIRST AND ARGUABLY MOST IMPORTANT BIT OF TEA??? THAT CALEB WAS FUCKING WITH PRIYA'S HEAD??? Why did they spare him of that? Caleb should've gotten more fucking consequences for not updating Zee on the development, especially when you made him PROMISE NOT TO SAY ANYTHING!!!
However, there's a lot of good stuff too that I absolutely adored about the later episodes:
MK and Julia's farewell felt really fitting, even if I felt MK should've stayed over her, plus the hug??? the mutual respect??? Chef's commentary???? real.
Raj and Wayne continue to be completely endearing, both with Raj's elimination and Wayne's obvious love and care for him even when he's not there. I mean FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, his worst fear at the time was having to compete AGAINST Raj instead of with him!!! How precious is that?? Plus the HUG????? RAJ'S FAREWELL?????? EVERYTHING ABOUT IT HAS ME SO GIDDY MAN!!
"Bowie, get your dancing shoes!" me, being buried in a pile of the hearts swirling around my head
and also just, Bowie in the finale being an icon, as usual, even if he isn't competing. His friendship with Wayne as a result of his relationship with Raj and how he's adapted to their ways of thinking is SO!!!!! GAH!!!!!! HE LEARNED THE HOCKEY TALK!!!!! IM WEAK!!!!!!
And everyone on Wayne's team being so genuinely happy to support him, especially those I genuinely would not have expected to be there (Axel, Ripper, Chase) but when I think about it, it makes PERFECT sense, and I'm just,,, AGH!!!!!
And while the final three and winner may not have been my first choices, I am ultimately pleased with the ending. Wayne winning makes up for the exhaustion of other plotlines in the season, and really, he played fair and square and won. Much as I wanted Julia to win, I'm glad he did.
now that ive actually seen all the episodes I'm gonna be,,, insane and reblog so much td stuff because obviously, so,,
AND IF ANYONE WANTS TO ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS FEEL FREE!!! I WOULD LOVE TO TALK MORE IN DEPTH ABOUT MY THOUGHTS OF THE SEASON!!
#total drama#total drama 2023#td 2023#td 2023 spoilers#td raj#td wayne#td caleb#td julia#td damien#td mk#td zee#total drama stays winning#total drama 2023 spoilers
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hard hour thought of the day:
seungcheol out of nowhere, suggesting a threesome, because you know… he’s seungcheol. out of the 12 other boys, you decide to invite wonwoo to the said threesome. and cheol doesn’t like ANY second of it. he’s just too nice to tell wonwoo but his actions definitely say otherwise. giving him death glares, and his signature eyebrow raises at the poor guy who just wanted to have a good time. when all is said and done, wonwoo decides to lay with you for a sec post-nut, and cheol would say: okay uhm me and y/n are kinda tired so i think you should go (like RIGHT NOW). once wonwoo leaves, cheol says, YEAH WE’RE NEVER DOING THAT EVER AGAIN.
okay thank you for coming to my ted talk 🤸🏻♀️🤸🏻♀️
ok ok but hold on,
warnings: double vaginal penetration.
Seungcheol thought it could be fun to suggest a threesome, mostly just to say the two of you did it and leave it there. He offered a choice of his 12 friends, but in his head that list was really only like two people he would actually be okay with having in the bed with the two of you. The two people he would have preferred were the two he knows couldn't do better than him, and the two who were most likely to embarrass themselves.
He knew if he said all of that though, you'd take note of his issue and probably call the whole thing off.
so of course, when you say Wonwoo, he's both offended and kind of competitive. He hates the idea, because he's heard stories of how Wonwoo is in bed. Unfortunately, he allows it against his own better judgement.
Shoot to the day of reckoning. Wonwoo is excited, you're getting excited and putting on Seungcheol's favorite set of lingerie on you, (he's mad too bc THAT'S FOR HIS EYES ONLY D:<)
fr, it took everything in him that morning to not post a sign on the apartment door that says "NO WONWOO ALLOWED." and god, he wishes he did, especially when he sees his friend's cock for the first time??? why is he so huge? Not as big as him of course, but still big enough to have you eating him up with your eyes.
Seungcheol makes it super competitive, sending death glares, laughing when Wonwoo does something he knows you don't like, and even trying to keep you for himself so his friend can get stuck with the hand job or blow job.
Wonwoo, bless him, is really just trying to have a good time but keeps getting overshadowed by Seungcheol. You moan for Wonwoo? Seungcheol is putting his fingers in your mouth. You ask for wonwoo to fuck you faster? Deeper? Seungcheol watches until he can't take anymore and ultimately shoves Wonwoo out of the way to give it to you juuuust the way you like. Of course he takes note of how Seungcheol is acting, so he kind of tones himself down, only doing what you ask and waiting to see if you call Seungcheol out.
You do at one point, when you're asking for double penetration. At first, Seungcheol is cool with it, he gets the ass though. That is, until he starts trying to push in and you stop him, implying that you meant double vaginal penetration.
Oh, great heavens. Wonwoo is in heaven at the sheer mention of it, and Seungcheol is in fucking hell because now his cock has to rub against Wonwoo's while your pussy clenches??? Anyway, you get into position, moving Wonwoo under you so his cock fits inside of you snuggly, and Seungcheol scoots up between your legs (ignoring Wonwoo's, spread out around him too), and slowly slides in next.
I mean it feels amazing for him, and you look amazing. The good news is that he can't see Wonwoo from behind you and if he thinks hard enough, you're only moaning for him.
When orgasms finally happen, you love the feeling of two men moving inside of you at different (competitive) paces, and you're the first to release. Wonwoo immediately after, and then Seungcheol, proving that he can last the longest.
When all is said and done, you're emptied of two massive cocks and roll over and off of Wonwoo. He kind of just...lays there with his arm spread out and you easily find a comfortable spot there.
Seungcheol stans to his feet and looks between the two of you, and then at the mess spilling down your legs. Clean up and bathroom is the number one priority usually, but tonight....well,
"Okay, that wraps it up. She looks tired, so you should leave."
Wonwoo quirks a brow.
"Like, right now." Seungcheol adds.
Nothing else is said as you watch your boyfriend with curiosity and say goodbye to Wonwoo.
"What was that?" You ask after Wonwoo leaves, standing on wobbling legs and following Seungcheol to the bathroom.
"I hated every single bit of that." Seungcheol admits, looking straight at you as he holds the door open for you.
"You're literally the one who suggested it." You complain, waiting for him to come into the bathroom as well.
"Yeah but like, why'd you have to pick him."
"Why wouldn't I? He's good at fucking."
"that's the problem!!!!!"
#[mail]#anon#[m]#[seungcheol]#[wonwoo]#[h.hours]#this is rly not very good but i had fun thinking bout it
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vegas, i leave for couple days, you post ANOTHER toji fic. its like you wanted me to come back bc its literally four paragraphs in and im SCREAMINGGGG
the “oh yeah” when he walks in i moaned. LOLZZZZZZZ I GIGGLED SAUR HARD LIKE UGH i havent even finished reading this 😭
“uh, ill talk to you guys later” “nah, keep that shit on” i bit my fist. theres currently bite marks on my fist ARGH HES SO DADDY
the insults.. LMFOAOAOOAOAOAPAP “he looks like he doesnt shower” I CABT DEAL
oh my.. “i was gonna for three days and you forgot how to act” TEACH ME HOW TO SCT IM OBEDIENT 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻 sorry that was uncalled for.
honestly when she said she faked everything i said LIARRRRR out loud bc i wouldve came from the kiss.. coughs.. OH MY GOD “eyes up here, not them. theyre not the ones who are gonna fuckin eat you out are they” BUSSANUTTTTT
im sorry these comments are actually making me cry “even my domain has better quality than this” “clean up aisle my pants > . <” LFMAO I CANT DO THIS 😭😭
the detail. i might as well be the viewer watchin that stream cuz LAWDDDDDDDSS 😻 “mhm, pull on it” i came :P “..harder” AHAT??? HELLO??? i squirted. “that’s what im talking about” yeah im two more sexy lines away from touching myself . THAT SOUNDS SO WILD IM SOREY 😭😭
oh my GAWDWDWDS “feels good when you do that” “yeah cause i know what the fuck im doing” pla have mercy. HAVE MERTHY. im sorry he fingered me under a dinner table with my PADRE talking to me?? WHYUUULLLDDDD (wild) but we luv it 😻
“told you to keep those fuckin on me” coughs i js screamed. “yeah.” MFGGGFFFFGHHHH IM CLAWIN THE WALLLSS.
“baby hold it” YAWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLL IVE LOST MY BREATH WHYS THAT SOOOO then rhe comments. PLEASE 😭
“petition to have toji oiled and cheeked up” signed! 😛 “dad?” “lol no.” LFMAOOAOAOAO 😭😭
OHH???? “i cabt wait” “yes you fucking can, if i tell my girl to wait, she’s gonna wait.” ORDERS ARE BEING FOLLOWED ILL WAIT BB 🤤🤤🤤 THE FICS NOT EVEN OVER IT JS KEEPS CUMMING. btw, i love how they be like arch it for me/ass up like YOHHH 😻😻😻
“sorryyyy” shes so real for that. “but sweetheart, you’re not sorry.” “huh?” “huh?” ive got a mocking kink now bc of you 🙁 now whenever i get mocked or teased i giggle 🙁🙁 i act like a whore 24/7 😒 TALK TO ME NICE AAYFGGHHHH I LOVE THAT LINE IM GONNA DIE
“girl hello? i wasnt talking to you” HES SO SASSY 😭😭 but the fact he talkin to my pussy like SHE LOVES YOU TEW 🤤 THESE COMMENTS GET OUT GOJO ASKING FOR THE ONLY FANS N GETO ASKING FOR IR ☠️ “please toji im a single mom” IM DEAD 😭
we’re getting caught on stream.. im leaving.
IM HERE NO ALL MIGHT GASPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP?????? “shit i think im in love with you” OUUUUUUUU HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU JOKING HELLO KNOCK KNOCK NO PUNCHLINE ARE WE SRS YOHHHHH??
i LOVED this, sorry for waffling but WEOOOWWW you ate this one UP veve > 0 <
— pearl anon <3
YOHHHH IM GEEEEEKEDDDDD 😭😭🥹🥹
first of all welcome back pearly 🙋♀️🙆♀️ i hope you've been well this saturday <3
and LMAOOOOOOOO
IMCRYIKMGGGH the chat was the best part to make omg 💔 like i’d pay so much to see toji double cheeked n oiled up im just saying 🤷♀️
TALK TO ME NICEEEEEE 😫😫😫 omg ikr i love the line real bad n it just fits toji so well like ??? IMSO GLADDDDYOU LIKE ITTTTTT i was so close to scrapping it but we pulled through 🙇♀️
two more lines away from touching yourself HELPPPPPDPDGGG
omg thank you pookie this lowkey brightened my day i appreciate it commentary forever n always ☹️☹️☹️💟💟💟💟💟
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This lowkey been a long time coming if I’m being honest. I am also a massive fucking hypocrite because I will avoid Baku/kiri/reader fics but this??? This right here??? 🙇♀️ I’m on the floor baby. (Ngl this has like a pinch of body shaming in it, just wanna preface by saying I do not hate any specific group of people based on any physical trait they may have. I just want more love for big girlies.)
Pairing: chifuyu/reader/baji
You already know: reader is a fat girl!!!!! everyone’s an adult, no set timeline, fuck it we ball 🏀, paranormal slutivity, your fave mans is a whore, public shenanigans, reader lowkey under the influence but there’s no dub/noncon, no beta reader again so if u point out any flaws ur being mean to me and if ur mean to me I’ll die, reblogs make u SO big brained 🗿🗿
Minors: ur mama know what you doin? I’m telling 💥
A/n: I’ll add a readmore when i get home and can make sure tumblr wont eat my post when I do.
🌹🌷🌹
you just wanted to be different for once. To ignore years of mass media telling you how to dress, to feel wild and FREE. you wanted tight revealing clothes and makeup all over your face, you wanted men to jaw drop and double take at the sight of your hips swaying.
This fantasy never got far and you never predicted you’d end up between two friends who always shared in the name of brotherly camaraderie.
Leeeets take it back about a week.
You weren’t by any means conservative in your day by day fashion, you just didn’t dress how you truly wanted to. You were always worried about the stares you’d get, stares that dared to ask ‘does she know she’s embarrassing herself?’. As time went on the urge to free yourself from the confines of stretchy jeans and sweaters was too much to ignore any longer. All it took was one night of drinking at home for you to blow nearly half a paycheck on clothes that were one inch away from getting you in legal trouble. You felt justified in this, it was your turn damnit!!! You were tired of hours doom scrolling on your phone and watching all the pretty skinny girls be drowned in affection, you wanted to make people notice you. You wanted to make men think about you as you walked passed, you deserved attention and people to fawn over you.
Needless to say, the next day you realized how fucking delusional your thinking was the night before.
You nursed a headache all through the day and when you got home you were greeted by your roommate in the livingroom looking like the cat that caught the mouse. Next to her on the couch was a plastic package, she shook it at you wiggling her eyebrows and you snatched it from her before she could even ask and shuffled to your room. You could hear her cackling. It’s not like you had any kind of bad blood with your roommate, you two were actually childhood friends, you just didn’t want anyone to see your secrets.
You showered and stood in your room, staring at the package on your bed before deciding fuck it and ripping it open. You couldn’t even remember what all you ordered anyway. Most of the articles of clothing were black, save for some racy sets of underwear you thought looked cute. You refused to believe any of it could fit you, it seemed so….small. There was no way in hell you were going to give up now though, you spent all that fucking money so there was no reason not to try the clothes on.
A mistake really.
They fit you far too good.
Sure, it was tight, but not uncomfortably so, in fact the tightness felt comforting in a way? The tops hugged your curves and even though your tummy peaked out at the bottom, you thought it looked cute in a way. The skirts wouldn’t stay down, rolling up your ass when you paced your room, you’d definitely have to wear a jacket with those. The pants needed belts, your waist to hip ratio was too different for them to stay up. They felt tigh and constricting on your hips and thighs, but there was plenty of waist room. After posing a bit in your mirror you sort of lost yourself for a bit. Falling in love with your curves and admiring how your body had so many wonderful attributes.
You almost screamed when someone’s knocked on the door.
You failed to lock it and it was your downfall.
Your roommate was all gasps and awes’ at your state. She paced around you like a tiger and assaulted you with compliments, no matter how you tried to shush her and make excuses, she wouldn’t hear it. She made you re-try on all the clothes so she could see them all. It felt like you were back to school shopping with your mom, except this time she wasn’t forcing you into bullshit khakis and polos. It actually turned into a bunch of fun as she gave you tips for accessorizing and hair styling.
When all was calmed down and you two were on the couch she took your weakness and vulnerability as a chance to strike like the snake she is.
She insisted you two go out this weekend!
You couldn’t even shoot her down, she had just spent the last hour boosting your ego and self esteem that you mumbled out a small ‘I guess’. She clapped her hands in glee and started firing off names of bars and clubs and she got the same responses from you every time ‘you pick’ and ‘I’ve never been there before.’ The most you told her is that you wanted to go somewhere you wouldn’t be recognized by coworkers or other friends and colleagues.
She just threw her head back and laughed, saying that you wouldn’t be recognizable with those clothes on anyway.
You couldn’t help but feel a little paranoid about what she had in store for you.
🌹 🌷 🌹
The week went by too fast for your liking and every time you tried to back out of the plans you were strongarmed by your roommate. She wasn’t going to let you go that easy. When Saturday arrived you tried avoiding her, but she was more determined than you’ve ever seen her.
You gave in and let her do with you as she pleased.
She picked out your outfit from the new clothes you bought and dug around your closet for some platforms you’d bought years ago but never worn (amazingly they still fit regardless of your calves.). She styled your hair and even did your makeup (you still got to pick the colors (: ), you felt like a sacrifice being painted up before the ritual.
How close to this assumption you were.
The club she dragged you two was some hole in the wall in shibuya with low lights and loud music. You were sweating before you even went in and it was only hotter once you two were inside. You could feel the bass shoot through your entire body and you felt so nervous and couldn’t look anywhere but the floor. Your friend ordered you both a few drinks, or rather ‘liquid courage’ she dubbed it. You were thankful for it, seeing as after a few drinks you felt much more comfortable in your skin than before. Your friend excused herself to the bathroom and you smiled and waved her off as she went, taking a few more sips of whatever new fruit concoction was in front of you.
After a few moments you were occupied on both sides by two new people. You glanced to your right and had to look up to see the man, Jesus Christ, even with platforms on he still had a few inches on you. He had long silky black hair, brown eyes, and a smile so sinister you would normally feel scared. You smiled right back and when you glanced to your left you were a few inches taller than other man. This man had short cut black hair, the cutest green eyes you’d ever seen, and ear piercings. Speaking of ears, the tips of his seemed to be tinted a little….pink?
You weren’t sure what to do now that men approached you first so you went back to looking down at your drink and sipping at it. You were a little hunched over and caught bits and pieces of the men having a conversation over your head. ‘You like this one?’ ‘Baji don’t objectify women like that, its kinda gross.’ ‘I’m just trying to help is all’ His laugh caught you off guard and you jumped.
“Eh? What’s wrong girlie? Did we scare you?” You glanced to your right and..baji? Was leaning down into your personal space. When you leaned back you were leaning into his friend, who didn’t exactly seem to hate your body pressing into his.
“No- you’re just a little…close is all” you were surprised anyone could hear you over the music.
“C’mon baji let’s le-“ baji waved his hand and chifuyu stopped.
“Wanna dance with us?” He was pressing himself against your side, his hand gliding up your thigh towards your hips. He laughed at the confused face you responded with, “yeah girlie, both of us, unless that ain’t your type thing. I just assumed on account of how you dressin and all.” You couldn’t tell if your face was hot from being drunk or the embarrassment.
You should feel outraged at the fact that he assumed you were a loose woman but…..was that such a bad thing? You wanted to feel desired, you wanted to be lusted after, and it was happening. He wasn’t using force, in fact his hand was merely resting at the small of your back rubbing small circles. You were still in a public place so it’s not as if he could do anything to you, you didn’t dress up to weigh the pros and cons. You downed the rest of your fruity drink and nodded, relinquishing yourself to whatever ungodly fate awaited you.
“Atta girl,” He took one hand while his friend took your other and gently led you away from the bar, “we’re gonna have so much fun with you tonight sweetie.” It was like micro-dosing danger. Every smile and laugh having some sinister undertone.
But god was it fun.
🌹 🌷 🌹
You got the hang of dancing in clubs a few years ago, it wasn’t hard, it didn’t take any special skill. You just needed to know what to do with your hips and hands.
Which you were currently struggling to do.
You’d danced with other men before, but mostly one at a time, never quite….like this.
You had your back against baji, his hands were on your hips to guide you. He was guiding you to sway against him, every so often pressing his hardon against your ass. one of your arms were up and behind you, wrapped around his neck to keep him close. Your other arm was front of you, draped over the shoulder of his more reserved friend (who you still had to get a name from), whom was doing things that contradicted the cool demeanor he gave off. He was pressed as close as he could be, his pelvis pushed against yours so you got a good idea of the fun he was having. Even if he didn’t do the best job of showing it. He was so close his nose would brush yours every so often and you expected him to kiss, but he didn’t. His hands were at your waist, holding a little tighter than expected, as if he were giving your exposed flesh squeezes here and there.
Something about this felt so shamelessly erotic.
You were so wrapped up that you didn’t give a thought to your friend who had gone to the bathroom, she probably had seen you by now and didn’t want to interrupt. You felt so transfixed on the green eyes infront of you and the hands sliding down your waist to your thighs and pulling up the edges of your skirt-
“Shhh don’t make a scene-“ you had seized up but Baji’s guiding hands kept you moving, “you like this don’t you?” It was his friend, his voice was much firmer, “That’s why you’re here, like this, between us. You want it.” His hand was under your skirt and sliding up up up. So fucking slow that you shifted just to get his hand between your legs faster. Just as his fingers brushed the forming wet spot on your panties, you could hear baji laugh against your neck on the other side of you.
“How the fuck are you so good at spotting the good ones chifuyu” was that his name? A man had his fingers pressed against your clit and you’re just now learning his name?
“Eh? What do you mean so good?” He shot back, his hand was in your panties, rubbing and petting at your clit while having a normal conversation as if you weren’t between them.
“Look at her!” You moaned and grinded against chifuyus hand, doing your best to make them focus on you again, “Perfect size to split between us and such a cute cheeks!” One of baji’s hands came up and pinched your cheek for emphasis.
“Do you honestly believe that every decision i make is backed by some deep analysis?” He laughed, “I guessed!” You arched as two fingers slid inside of you and curled, any noise you made was cut off by chifuyu kissing you. His kiss was desperate. The fingers inside you moved, slowly and carefully- god his tongue was inside your mouth now and you were suffocating but your head was absolutely floating. It was just so hard to keep focus on your surroundings. So many sensations- you could feel slick beginning to coat your thighs as his hand moved faster and you got sloppier. When he pulled away your lipstick was smeared on his mouth and there was a hazy look in his eyes. He buried his face against your neck on one side and baji was on the other. Chifuyu hand was between your legs and one of bajis hands had found it’s way under your shirt and was giving your nipple an unforgiving pull and twist. You three were pressed so close together that no one could really figure out what was happening, not that anyone was going to stop it.
They owned the bar after all.
Chifuyu tilted his hand and when his thumb brushed your clit your legs wobbled and baji had to focus on keeping you upright against him. Chifuyu smiled and laughed, the first you’d seen tonight, and you felt embarassed all over again.
“Hey! Don’t go falling apart on us sweet heart, we aren’t even close to being done with you yet.” Baji was encouraging you and the whine you let out only encouraged him tenfold.
Rather than fight against the waves and risk drowning, you went with the flow and closed your eyes and relaxed into them. You’d never had such a lavish experience of having two pretty boys give you attention like this. It was way past overstimulating but not in a bad way, you’d worry about that in the morning. Right now you your moans were escalating with the music. When said music began to dip but your voice didn’t follow suit, one of bajis hands wrapped tightly around your mouth while chifuyu increased pace.
“Thaaats it,” chifuyu whispered into your neck, “Make a mess for me.”
“You might wanna hold on tight girlie,” Baji mocked, “He overachieves.” You moved your arms so both of them were wrapped around chifuyu.
You had never been more thankful for loud ass music more than now. Had it not been for whatever club mix was on, everyone would hear the sloppy wet lewd noises of the three fingers that were buried inside of you. Any words or pleas you voiced were muffled and baji took on the sole responsibility of holding you up while chifuyu gladly drove you to climax.
They were both so goddamn obscene in their own right. Not only did they casually whisper conversation to eachother about all the wonderful things you three could get up to together, but they each had individual plans for you. Baji wanted to try having you all to himself for a day to see what other kinds of clothes he could put you in and then rip off of you. Chifuyu mentioned something about ‘giving support’ under his desk while he had stressful days at work. Baji definitely agreed with that and had the fucking drive to ask what you felt like inside.
“Inside? Like heaven.” Chifuyu made it sound like a sin, “She’s so slippery and soft.” Stop stop stop! “What about her mouth?” As if on unspoken command, baji shoved two fingers right into your mouth and pet at your tongue. You drooled so easily and licked without hesitation.
“She’s already drooling,” He shoved his fingers deeper, he did it so fast you gaged and coughed, “Gag reflex? We can fix that sweetheart.” Danger alarms began to fire off in your head, unfortunately they went ignored in lieu of the heat in your lower stomach. You were so close and desperate you just let them carry on, anything to keep the fingers inside of you.
Your whole body seized up when you came and you were truly astonished you didn’t blackout completely. They laughed in amazement at the sight of your eyes rolling back and the way you arched. You were putty in their hands, laying limp back against baji but still holding onto chifuyu.
Maybe going out wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
#bunni#chubby!reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers chifuyu#chifuyu x reader#chubby!reader x chifuyu#baji x y/n#baji keisuke#chubby!reader x baji#tokyo revengers baji#sat on this for like#almost a month#my b#I’ll add the readmore when I get home so i can make sure tumblr won’t eat my post like LAST TIME#SHAKES FIST ATSTAFF#STOP PISSING ME OFF BABE
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HIIIO GIRL FIRST TEXT AU POST FOR THIS BLOG LETS GO
Time travel sort of au 😎 Almost
Once again incorporated some of @/demonicintegrity 's messages to this since it's from Discord
Been thinking about an AU where PK and WL get a chance to repeat everything with all of their memories of how badly they fucked up and redo everything from the moment PK had that idea about the vessels
Rotating it in my head
Because I realised just how much these two would cherish getting to raise their children normally and just how an emotional moment it'd be when they hold newborn Flower for the first time
Also Flower's twin would be a surprise to them but a very very happy one and they're gonna brainstorm names for their happy little surprise while gushing over how cute and precious both of their babies are
They're over the moon about getting to raise their children, though it's a little terrifying they're determines to give them a good life that they deserved
Hornet still happens but it's due to political negitations with Deepnest and not because Herrah would become a dreamer
I think they'd have ~10 years before they'd have to have their first child so they're on a clock and just planning how to murder the Old Light
PK was considering just making her mortal but I doubt if he'd risk her ever seeking revenge again
Also PK would be shocked how much better he feels physically years before everything, with his void poisoning much milder he's much brighter, energetic and strong than he remembered
Just really hits him "Wow I REALLY fucked up my own health huh"
Probably makes some better choices regarding void going forward, might even decommission his moulds because he sees them as a liability
“Dear?”
“Hm?”
“You haven’t wrinkled as much.”
“Hm? Oh!”
Just wait until they have the kids man is he gonna wrinkle because of them
When he's back he's just gonna touch his stomach for a bit
"? Love what are you doing?"
"I forgot how FLAT and not saggy I used to be"
It’s gotta be so weird to be thrown into your younger body like that
Constantly doing double takes in the mirror cuz thats too young to be you
And they feel physically better too
At least PK does bc he really ran his body into the ground
“Wow I have a lot of energy today!”
“No love you’re just not dying as much”
PK very gently grooming their little tuber like a few days after they're born and WL just starts counting how much he licks them
Eventually he catches on
"What are you doing?"
"Counting how many links it takes to get to the baby's centre, of course 🥰"
"Pff- you're so silly"
Thinking about all the times PK and WL told Flower "I should have/wished I had hold you (implied as a baby) like a father/mother should" during emotional scebes and now they actually get to
They get to hold their precious little newborn Hallow
They definitely cry for the good few first days over their perfect little twins
So overwhelmed and excited about getting to raise their babies, so so in love
They don't leave their sides unless to get them food
Just enjoy their time alone and with their newborns for a good while after, just a happy new family, the government officials and knights can run the kingdom for them for a while it's fine
They just want to spent time with their babies
Imagining Ebur watching the two wiggle around and try to crawl with so so much love in his eyes
He loves his little tubers so fucking much it’s unreal
He chirps and watches Flower try their hardest to wiggle their way to him and they finally reach his hand and just snuggle into his palm, kneading a little, and start purring
He tears up from how cute that is
Gonna marvel at how tiny they are
Even tinier than when he took them from the Abyss last time
Hard to imagine this tiny little thing will grow up to be so fucking tall
Itty bitty little thing
“I remember when you fit into the palm of my hand”
"...No way we were this small"
"You were! You used to come to me whenever I chirped and snuggle up in my hand, it was so cute. And you'd wobble so much while crawling too, the cutest little wigglers!"
"Ugh, dad-"
PK grooming lil baby Flower!! Just squishing their lil chubby cheeks and they get a lil fussy because he grooms them too much. Gonna paw at his face and whine and bite his nose
They're gonna get so so so emotional about getting to be their parents and raise them like they were supposed to
For a good few months of their life especially
Each of them has their moments where they tear up and get super sappy about getting to be mummy and daddy it's really cute
They take turns caring for the twins when they return to full work
Whenever PK doesn't have a too busy day he takes the twins and has them strapped to his chest, carries a little baggie around with their things too in case they get fussy
When WL has the babies he still takes breaks to come see the three of them
It's oddly cute seeing the king and queen being such attentive parents
I think some people would know that they've been trying for children
The 5 great knights definitely did and they're so happy for them when they finally see the king back at work with the two little bundles strapped to his chest
#thylacines can talk#faaf au#sorry about dropping off the face of the warth with the doodle requests. it was just really bad timing. i will still do them i just couldnt#bring myself to draw for a few days after my kitty's death :[ im better now just sad and numb. but if i dont focus on it its fine
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I know we should ignore these things, but I like debunking them. So, the article about Harry and Yan Yan Chan originally came from Woman’s Day in Australia, which is bottom of the barrel. Not like other tabloids are better but Woman’s Day will literally say whatever.
I searched her name on Twitter just to see if maybe they got a tip from somewhere, cause it seemed random, there are very few tweets with her name, but I found two from a hardcore Harrie who tweeted in early March that she knew they were hooking up (lol) and that she had confirmation four days ago (double lol).
In the second tweet, a friend replies “how do we know?” and she says that Pip Edwards (another Australian influencer) works with her sister and told her they were hooking up casually in the US and that Yan Yan was at two of his shows in Australia (Perth and Sydney) and they had breakfast together. She didn’t give a source for this last part (I presume she was spotted at the Sydney show because the article says the same). The fan says “apparently” about the shows and the breakfast.
So I went to Yan Yan’s instagram to track if it would even be possible for her and Harry to have hooked up in the US (I obviously don’t believe it, but would the narrative fit?)
Well, Harry was “dating” O until November, correct? Yan Yan was in New York until early November, then she went to a Chanel event in Miami for a few days, then back to NYC until early December. She posted almost every day, tagged her locations and the captions are like “today I took a stroll” or “finally arrived in Miami.” Harry was in LA the entirety of November with his residency, until very late November when he went to his Latin American leg of tour, which finished in mid December. So no cigar there.
Yan Yan then went to the Cayman Islands in early December and back to New York. Harry did a pit stop in LA after Brazil (AFTER Yan Yan was back in NYC), then straight to London, where he stayed until late January, then flew to LA for the postponed shows and the Grammys. Yan Yan went to Australia in mid January and has been there ever since.
Harry followed Yan Yan in 2020, so maybe they hooked up before O? Wrong, Yan Yan was in a relationship with Nathan Jolliffe, ever since 2017, they broke up in July 2022. So either they’re gonna go with “they cheated”, they’re gonna wipe Yan Yan’s social media to make them meeting plausible, or it’s just a het Harrie who wants them to be together (she’s seriously super weird about it), probably because she’s Australian and wants him to date a fellow Aussie 🥴, who tipped off Woman’s Day, and Daily Mail picked it up.
Honestly, tho, part of me hopes that if they’re gonna give Harry another beard, it’s at least a woman of color lmao, I seriously can’t stand Brad and I’m (no offense) tired of white blonde women. I hope he doesn’t have to for a while, O was exhausting. But I’m ngl the amount of ridiculous rumors Australians made up about him hooking up with random women in their periods, I’m like “oh god maybe a beard would be better” 😭 but ik that’s selfish cause he’d have to actually do something with a beard
LOLLLLL! Bless you for the patience it took to look through her IG and compare their schedules. 😅😅😅 The whole thing is so stupid. And yeah, I agree with you about at least it’s a WOC. The same thing happened with Kiko Mizuhara when he was in Japan a few years ago and it obviously was fake (she even said she’d never met him when the rumors were first spread). But the rumors were non stop about them until the article came out denying it.
I just wish everyone would ignore this stuff. When they want us to know, we know. Like, fucking holivia was splashed everywhere. It wasn’t leaked by some random clout chasing harries.
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Can you please write some maddy Perez x fem reader please! If you’re comfortable with it !
of course I can!!!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, makeout sessions, sexual references, talking about sex
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! hell yeah I love this, it's a lyric fic!!!! based on the song Body Like A Back Road by Sam Hunt. on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. no paragraphs in this, I dont like to add them to lyric fics. reader has braids in the first part? but it's just to match up with the song
maddy perez x fem!reader
"got a girl from the southside, got braids in her hair."
maddy was so lucky.
𝘴𝘩𝘦 got you, of all people
you were perfect.
you, with your perfect braids in your perfect hair and your perfect fucking eyes and your perfect fucking lips- okay I'm getting off track
if someone told her that her life was actually a dream, and she was asleep, she would believe them.
you were just that damn perfect.
"first time I seen her walk by, man i about fell up out my chair"
maddy met you on the southside of town, at the park near your house.
she was there with nate, sitting side-by-side on the swings but ignoring eachother. they had just gotten into a fight, but didnt want to leave him. she thought he was the love of her life.
and then she saw you
roller skating down the concrete path in the park with the sisters you were babysitting
she swears to god she almost fell off the swing when she made eye contact with you
"had to get her number, took me like 6 weeks"
maddy spent 5 weeks and 6 days trying to get your number.
talking to your friends was ruining her reputation a little too much, so she went to social media after she got your name
it sounds a little pitiful, but she was desperate
you searched your name on every social media platform she knew of
finally, she found you
after hours of scrolling through your photos, she found a picture of your class schedule that you posted at the beginning of the year.
and she found out that she actually had a couple classes with you
"now me and her go way back, like Cadillac seats"
after she finally talked to you, she convinced you to hang out with her
and she even got you to join the cheer squad
pretty soon, you two became best friends, but both of you knew that you liked each other.
well, maybe you loved each other.
after months of knowing you, she finally kissed you
and that was the start of an amazing relationship
"Body like a back road, Drivin' with my eyes closed. I know every curve like the back of my hand"
maddy knew everything about you and your body
you were perfect.
sure, she's said that before
but she really means it
like, she pictures you when she thinks of the word 'Goddess'
she knows exactly how to make you and your body happy
she'd do anything to make you happy
"Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry. I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can"
despite how quickly it seems you two got together, it actually went pretty slow
you were the first person maddy 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 wanted to spend time with, to take things slow with.
not because she didnt know how she felt, but because she wanted to savor every second she spent with you
she wanted to be with you forever, but she felt that forever isnt enough.
forever will never be enough.
"The way she fit in them blue jeans, She don't need no belt. But I can turn 'em inside out, I don't need no help"
god, the way your ass looked in those jeans was just perfect
she could cum just looking at you in them
or in anything, really
she's taken them off of you so many times that she can do it with her eyes closed and one-handed.
she loves the way you look.
"We're out here in the boondocks, With the breeze and the birds. Tangled up in the tall grass with my lips on hers."
ending this on a sweet note
she loves going out to the country with you
surrounded by nothing but fields and trees
sure, she loves the city
like, a lot
but she loves being alone with you even more
in the city, someone is bound to interrupt you.
she wants you to herself, and the best way to get that is to escape, run away.
so you do
every few weeks, you travel past the city limit and down the back roads to your spot.
nobody ever interrupted you, it was perfect.
everything was perfect.
#maddy perez#maddy perez fic#euphoria x reader#maddy x reader#maddy perez x reader#chaos' army#chaos calling!
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hey, i want to get into writing but like idk how 😭 like how would i even start it off, how to finish, how to write smut? yk but i wanted to ask u bcs ur so good at it, so maybe u could help😋😋, perfectly okay if u don’t 😭
Hey! Thank you so much :').
I'm flattered that you're even asking me this question.
I honestly have no specific way of writing! (not that I'm aware of at least). I kind of feel like my writing is forever changing. When I wrote 'neteyam's first rut' (first post) I had the idea in my head for like days. One night I was like 'I literally can't keep this in my head any longer'. So I wrote it out, in no specific way/style of writing and did a quick proofread and decided:
"hey, why not post this shit? lol people probably won't even see it. and then i won't have this filthy smut in my hard drive for people to find when i'm dead (not even joking, this was literally what was going through my head.)"
But since I feel like my writing has changed a bit, hopefully not too drastically or out of character. Of course I've also gotten a little more comfortable on this site, too. :)
My experience with writing goes back to high school and university. I majored in a 'soft science', as they like to call it. Did tons and tons of research papers (way too fucking many to give it a number). So all I can really say about that is the more you write the easier it becomes - kind of like a muscle memory? Eventually it just flows out of you. Also reading. Reading helps ya know, the more you read the more you're exposed to other styles of writing, vocabulary, the whole shabang. Like @lovemyavatar, I love her style of writing, literally obsessed (and she knows it, hehe.)
I'd say write when you're motivated, inspired - driven. Or else it'll kind of dull the sparkle and take the fun out of it (wasn't fun writing any of those papers). So when an idea pops up, just go for it. Don't even think about grammar, vocabulary, etc. Just get that shit out of your system. You can always go back, fix any errors, and change things up - switch out a word with another, rephrase a sentence (or a paragraph or two), change up the plot - whatever you see fit. If I'm mid-washing the dishes and I get an idea I'll stop and make a quick voice note or a note in my phone.
As for starting and finishing, hmm. These are good questions, because I kind of feel like there's no standard or set way to start or finish literature. It all depends on what you're writing about and what your intentions are with it. What are you trying to portray? How do you want the reader to feel? What tense do you want to write in/most appropriate? What's your plot, if any? Where does it take place? What tone of voice do you want to use? How do you plan to differentiate the characters? I like to imagine the character's voice in my head actually saying the phase, or ask myself if Neteyam/Lo'ak would really say this.
For example I did a double POV for the first time, and when researching about it the article said "...you should be able to flip to a random page, read a couple sentences, and know which character is speaking." Which is so true. So I tried to keep that in mind, and focus on the characters development and make their voices more distinct.
I read a Lo'ak one-shot on here and a lot of people (including me) wanted a part two - I'm assuming so we could get some sort of closure/feel better/happy ending. But, the authors intention was to portray him in a dark light - to hurt the reader so to speak. So well-written and I really love their other work, too.
As for smut 👀. I'm honestly still new to this so I'm learning as I go. I love to consume smut so that has definitely helped - seeing other people and what terms and vocabulary they use. Overall, I just try to be very descriptive, so that the reader can really immerse themselves into the scene and feel what their character is supposed to be feeling. I try not to go overboard with the words though, because that can take away from it at times. For example, I wrote about a fight scene with Neteyam and Auzo (in 'with my life') and I kept it short and simple - "He throws a punch to his jaw, knocking him off his feet." type of shit.
I also do some research (lool thought I was done with the research life). My google searches are riddled with "synonym for..." "how to describe [this action] in writing". No shame in doing your research. There are a few blogs on this site that actually help out in regards to basic knowledge of coitus, cunnilingus, fellatio etc. as well as other sites, too! They list descriptive words, alternatives to 'she said' (lool i eat those up), other do's and don'ts.
And of course, I do some research about the na'vi. I try to make it somewhat realistic, especially with the fic I posted 'with my life' (longest one to date). I did some deep digging on their website about the 'first blood' ritual, and just other simple information about the flora and fauna of the planet.
This is my favourite source of information for smut.
Out of all the sources I've read, this is the best one so far. If I'm ever in a stump, or I feel like I need a better fitting word - I'll refer to this. This author also includes some really good points about sex, down to first times, anal - the whole works.
This is my favourite source of information for avatar.
I hope this helped somewhat and that I was able to answer your question! If you do get into writing, and you do decide to post it, I'd love to read it.
Sorry this is kind of lengthy, I have an issue with overwriting, and overall just talking too much. lmao
~ issy 💜
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Omg, those physical intimacy prompts are all so so good!! How am I supposed to choose one for you to write *insert actual display pic*
So imma be greedy and ask for 1) nose bops and 2) hugs that last longer than they should xD
Thankies and Happy Fest :D
Hello!
Here's your prompt fill for 'hugs that last longer than they should.' I tried to fit nose boops in here, but it seemed Too Much, and I also have a different idea for it.
Posted under the cut and on AO3. You might prefer reading it there as it's quite long (1326 words - I couldn't help myself).
Anyway, here it is! Enjoy 💖
put your arms around me (i'm shitfaced).
“Oh, I’m absolutely trolleyed,” groans Q, holding his head as he approaches his front door. Maybe if he keeps it steady enough, his brain with all its stupid thoughts will stay in his head, and he won’t say anything embarrassing.
Why did Bond have to be the one to get him home? As if the ramifications of drinking tequila with Moneypenny weren’t going to be torturous enough. He’s over thirty. His hangovers last two days. In fact, realistically, this one’s likely to last three. Doesn’t that seem like enough punishment without throwing James bloody Bond into the mix?
“I’d noticed,” says Bond conspiratorially.
He’s got his arm around Q’s waist now. It’s the size of a fucking tree branch. Ridiculous. How did they even get like that? He’s never once seen Bond use the gym, and surely it takes, what? About six hours a day lifting weights and doing that thing where you make the ropes move until they’re all squiggly—
“Battle ropes,” answers Bond, moving Q through the door like he weighs nothing. “Would you believe me if I said the job is exercise enough?”
“Absolutely not, don’t bullshit — oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. Did I say all that out loud?”
“Some of it. Did you not mean to?” Bond asks, looking far too amused. Q would be annoyed at it, but he really has got a very nice smile. The smile gets wider as soon as Q thinks it, and, oh, he’s going to stop thinking now, lest he say anything else that’ll have him handing in his resignation on Monday.
“Christ,” Bond laughs, “that last mission would have gone a lot easier if the target was this much of a lightweight.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Bond snorts. He deposits Q on the couch and disappears to the kitchen. “Not so witty when you’re blasted, are you?”
“You try being witty after six tequila shots.”
“Three at the most, surely,” Bond teases, handing Q a glass of water. “Though, to be fair, you were probably seeing double by then.”
Q gulps half the water in one go.
“You got there late, too,” he says around a silent hiccup. “You didn’t see the amount of drink Eve foisted on me before the shots.”
“Poured it down your throat, did she? Gave you absolutely no chance to refuse them?”
Q flaps out an annoyed hand in Bond’s direction. God, he hates when people make sensible arguments when he’s drunk. He hates it even more when they’ve got a stupid little smirk and sparkly blue eyes and a very nice shirt that’s got not one but two top buttons undone—
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“Um, what?”
Bond rolls his eyes. “I want to make sure you don’t give yourself a concussion trying to get to bed.”
“Oh,” Q’s face is aflame. He hopes the alcohol making up half his bloodstream is a good enough excuse for it. “Upstairs.”
“All right. Finish your water, and I’ll help you up.”
“I don’t need help—” Q stumbles as he gets up from the couch. One of his traitorous little cats is right at his feet. "Oh, you twat!"
“Clearly. Come on.” Bond’s arm is back on Q’s waist as he guides him towards the staircase.
“I didn't mean that Marvin. You're not a twat, you're a darling.”
“Of course your cat’s named Marvin.”
“It’s ‘cause he’s paranoid,” mumbles Q, distracted by trying to make his feet work on the stairs.
Goodness, he really should give his cats more credit. They do this with four legs every day, bounding up and down like it’s nothing when it’s clearly extremely difficult. And toddlers! How on earth do they manage with their ungainly, chubby little legs? Oh, he really must call in and see the old 004 sometime. He can’t believe she’s got a baby now. Every agent should be able to retire and have babies. Or not, if that’s not what they want. Babies or fur babies, or furless babies. Whatever, they should all be able to retire and drink a million shots of tequila with Moneypenny and die because that’s what’s going to happen to Q if these stairs don’t ever come to a fucking end.
“God, you’re nothing but dead weight,” grunts Bond as they topple over the last. Q apologises, straightening up. The last of the journey to the bedroom is uneventful, and Bond looks around approvingly at Q’s decor before trying to manoeuvre him into his bed. They are right at the edge of it when Q feels an overwhelming urge to do something stupid.
“Wait, Bond.”
“What?” Bond’s still got his hand at Q’s waist.
Q shouldn’t, but Bond’s been so lovely and patient, and Q knows he won’t blab to anyone about this, except maybe Moneypenny, but he’ll likely be blabbing to her himself, so...
Q hugs him.
Bond’s arms settle around his back, warm and heavy. They squeeze with just the right amount of tightness to make Q sigh. Naturally, Bond is an excellent hugger. It’s unfair. People as good-looking and intelligent as him should at least have the decency to be bad at something. But no, he feels delightful pressed up against Q. And it's been a while since Q’s had a hug like this — a full-body affair that makes you want to weep with the comfort of it.
One of Bond’s hands plays with the curls at the nape of Q’s neck, and at some point, Q thinks — though he might already be dreaming — he feels Bond press a light kiss to the side of his neck.
He lost all sense of time about hours ago, so he can’t say how long they stay like that. All he knows is that he doesn’t want it to end, which is foolish. So foolish, because all things end, especially when James Bond is involved.
“Q,” Bond’s soft, deep voice in his ear brings him back to alertness.
“Hm? Sorry.”
“Don’t be. But I think you’re falling asleep.”
“Am I? Ah. That’s embarrassing.”
“More for me, I’d say.” He manhandles Q into bed with a soft smile. “I’ll do a better job of keeping you awake next time.”
“Presumptuous,” says Q. Or he thinks he says it. It’s probably little more than a useless set of consonants.
Bond laughs, pulling the blanket over him and patting Q’s hip like it’s all a job well done. “Goodnight, Q.”
“‘Night, James.”
In the morning, he wakes with more pressure in his head than the Marianas Trench. Of course, there’s also the embarrassment stinging at him like a physical thing. It’s too monumental to deal with, so he spends ten minutes cringing under his pillow before finally convincing himself to sit up. When he does, he finds a bottle of water on his bedside table, accompanied by a brand new packet of ibuprofen and a note with absolutely terrible handwriting. With his headache pounding at his brow, it takes Q whole, seemingly endless, minutes to decipher it.
Nipped out to get breakfast. Bringing back a full English, so I hope you’re not vegan. J.
Q laughs. It makes his whole brain hurt, but he doesn’t give a shit; he laughs until he snorts. Relieved beyond belief, he downs some ibuprofen and guzzles the entire bottle of water before he goes to have a shower. The water doesn’t even make a dent in his dehydration levels, which feels like the cruellest hit this morning has dealt him. Still, he feels he can deal better with it now that the crippling mortification has lessened a bit.
In truth, none of his usual hangover cures work quite so well as the knowledge that Bond is likely downstairs flipping bacon and sausages in Q’s tiny, cluttered kitchen. It’s an image Q can’t wait to see in reality, and he speeds through his shower to ensure he doesn’t miss it.
He wonders if he’ll get another hug. Maybe. Hopefully.
Last night’s didn’t feel long enough.
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i tried to make a tag post but i had too many tags and tumblr cut me off so uhhh
let’s pretend this is a tag post, like i’m just whispering everything under the cut into the void even tho it looks a lot more talk-y and proper in text format than in tags-format
i’m whispering and all of that stuff underneath is a bunch of tags okay?
(it’s just me rambling about my life for a bit, nothing gross or nsfw or particularly negative. how’s that for a plot twist, huh??? okay there’s a brief mention of animal death but that’s about it for the negative stuff)
the last few months have been...big? i wanna say big? it’s the only word i can think of that fits, cos it’s just that sooo much has happened. most of it in the last month or so actually but it started back in october, cos the thing is that for a very long time, my life was pretty static in many ways, like i held the same job, dealt with life the same way, went through my days with the same routines, clung onto the same bad habits, etc etc. and it’s not that i didn’t want change cos holy fuck i did but jeeeesus christ ditching bad habits and changing how you deal with life is hard. so motherfucking hard
but i started by quitting smoking seven months ago, which was rough as fuck at the time and it still is on occasion tbh, but the pros of having kicked the addiction by faaar outweigh the cons. and then i took another step in december by quitting my job, which i’d wanted to for a while but i hadn’t had the guts to actually do it ig? i now have a job that i’m as happy and fulfilled in as i can be in a job for the time being, which kinda brings me to my next thing
i’ve never been able to complete a higher education. why? well, i thought for a long time that i was just lazy and a lil stupid tbh but turns out that the tentative ADHD diagnosis i got a few years ago was accurate, which....yk, bit of a problem with focus and attention spans and whatnot. anyway long story short: got the diagnosis and started treatment last week. and when i say that i burst into tears cos of how good it felt when the effects of the ritalin became apparent after a couple of days....yeah
if you’ve never been off-road biking semi-unintentionally, like you just ended up in the forest with your bike with no actual experience with that type of thing, you know that feeling when you’re going down a steep hill with very, very uneven ground, lots of roots and rocks and whatnot, right? it feels like you have little to no control but you can’t bring yourself to stop, so you just keep going and hope for the best. that’s what going through life has felt like to me, like i was doing everything at double speed and had no control whatsoever or anything, which has led to a lot of accidents and mishaps and injuries over the years, but more importantly it’s led to complete fucking burn-out several times cos i just....cannot fucking pace myself when i get going with something. even if i’m exhausted beyond belief, i cannot fucking stop working/doing things when i’ve gotten into a focus-mindset. which can be a good thing, absolutely, and it often is, but it’s also so damaging and exhausting and awful. my mind has never known peace, not really, not for more than five minutes here and two minutes there unless i’ve been under the influence of something. and taking those meds has been like...clutching the brakes on the bike, and i’m now finally able to not destroy myself overdoing everything on a daily basis, and my mind is...quieter. like i’ve found the fucking off-switch on a kitchen fan that’s been going at full strength up there for as long as i can remember aka for two decades or so
and that has also made me hopeful that i will be able to get myself a university degree at some point, which makes me view the future in a much brighter light than before. because while i was perfectly content with the thought of not getting a higher education, when i figured it just wasn’t in the cards for me and my slightly fucky brain, it was also a thought that left me feeling unfulfilled. to be clear there’s absolutely nothing wrong with not getting a higher education, i’m just saying that for me personally, it’s something that i see as necessary to achieve the future i want for myself
okay and then the first half of april was both horrible and amazing. horrible cos we had to say goodbye to our sweet tiny little fur baby cos she got sick, smth she was most likely born with as it turns out, and that absolutely destroyed me, worst experience i’ve ever had, it felt like the world just...lost its spark and grew infinitely less vibrant and saturated the moment her lil heart stopped beating under my hand. as cliche as that sounds, it’s literally what it felt like. and that all happened at the exact same time as the 5sos show was announced, so i had a few very very emotionally draining days there where i was crushed with grief but also so excited at the same time
and i cannot begin to explain how excited i am about october, when amanda and i will be country hopping for almost two weeks to attend a total of five 5sos shows in four different countries, cos...fucking hell we hoped and prayed for soooo long that our euro dream would work out somehow, like...we’ve been hoping for MONTHS, since way before the tour was announced or even hinted at, so the fact that it actually ended up working out is fucking batshit. we’ve bought our concert tickets, we’re well on our way to book all the travels and hotels, we’ve figured out sooo many of the logistics, and planning has been a fucking breeze cos we just.....agree on everything, and in approximately four and a half months, we’ll be meeting up in manchester to kick it all off. and don’t tell her i said this but i’m so insanely excited to see her again irl and have all these experiences with her, cos she’s amazing and i love her a lot and i miss her and i’m so happy i get to do this with her
uhhh...well anyway ig it’s just been a lot these last few months, a lot of changes, including a lot of things that i didn’t meantion here that i’ve gotten the ball rolling on and that i’m very excited about, and....idk. i can’t recall the last time i was this happy and at peace and confident about the choices i’m making, i’m not sure if i’ve ever felt like this for an extended period of time actually, and ig it’s just nice to finally experience some....hah well, a piece of peace of mind if you will🧡
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ok so, you've seen black widow, so you understand the sleeper agent type of stuff where families are agents.
ok so YELENA BELOVA is seemingly a soft wife and momma, untill... UNTILL a new girl moves into town, she's solo other than her 2 pets, she's got a routine. Walk around the neighborhood every morning with her dog, go to the cafe, go home and work on her online school bc college girl right. Yelena has a husband and a "kid" but looks at this college girl and just....Wants her. yknow. Yelena starts going on morning walks and to the cafe and she watches this girl in a non creepy way. one day the girl Doesn't go on her morning walk so Yelena gets worried, she goes over to knock on the door then hears moaning and screaming and squealing and Yelena gets wet listening. she stands there for a bit and eventually the girl inside finishes....her cum fest and Yelena runs back home to watch the girl finally come out and go on her morning walk...now afternoon walk. now Yelena knows the girl isnt....."innocent" so she feels less bad for her plans.
(planss are to seduce the poor girl and make her sub for her bc surprise surprise Yelena is a domme mommy with a big strap collection and a box of toys (do with that what you will) annnndd lots of stamina bc red room training is crazy)
so some extra ideas maybe
1. several straps, several vibrators, wand vibrators, gspot vibrators, clit sucker/vibrators, nipple toys, spredder bars/restraints.
2. the girl is a squirter and the like, the first time it happens Yelena is just like... well....idk something funny and the girl laughs and Yelena just has a cheeky smile
3. the girl has never been tied down, had her gspot stimulated, been eaten out so she kinda is "innocent" compared to Yelena and Yelena teases her in a cute "little girl" kinda way
4. the domme Mommy Yelena comes out to play towards the end after the girl has been overstimulated and is limp and her headspace is switched but Yelena has a double ended dildo and she gets off that way...and then
5. Yelena cuddles her afterwards and kinda sings to her and kisses her forehead and wonders what she could have If she and the girl ran away from Yelena's sleeper agent lifestyle
(omg it all fit in one ask, ok soooo here ya go)
*excited horny girl dance*
-💦🍯
I-
I just-
Daaaaamn, honey! 😫
You are definitely onto something here
Okey, but Yelena would definitely rail the fuck out of you until you are crying, begging her to stop (not that you actually want to, but you feel like she's going to break your poor little body in two if you don't stop her). But later on, once she's done with you, once she had tasted every inch of your body, once she had made you cum so many times you can no longer feel your legs, once she has you shaking and all weak, she WOULD SO CUDDLE YOU. And tell you what a good girl you were for her, and how perfect you were, and how she just needs you for the rest of her life or else, she might die without you
Yelena is so hot 🫠🫠
UPDATE: fic based on this has been posted <3
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nerd pacheco for the ask meme, if you haven't already :3
okay this got. far too long by accident (apparently i had more thoughts than i thought) so it's going under a cut oops!!!! apologies for how all over the place it is
gonna start off with just saying my version of nerd diverges a bit from pretty much all the other versions out there– while it riffs on the wiki version for a lot of it over the past 6 months they've really become my own thing 😆
starting off with disability moments bc i think about it a lot!!! has eds imo, and gets hit with cfs/me post superallergic because like. yeah lets be real it's right there
unlike declan, uses their wheelchair both on and off the field!! will also sometimes use forearm crutches depending on the day but overall pretty frequently uses mobility aids imo
i forget how common this is but. grew up in utah closer to salt lake city. has complicated feelings about it. has complicated feelings about moab too.
is living in dec and ruthless's old apartment– ruthless offered it to them when they fell
black and ashkenazi, not particularly observant but grew up with judaism in like. the background if that makes any sense??
had a somewhat complicated relationship with hurley before their death– i think the two of them are just far apart enough in age that they weren't like. super super close but did love each other and they did take it hard when they died
is unfortunately in love with famous owens and questions every choice they've made in their life that's brought them to this point weekly
(but also. is blown away at the way they've learned to be vulnerable with each other, the way they fit into their side and their apartment and their life like it was inevitable and maybe it was)
we keep referring to frankie, nerd and torus as the blunt rotation because they're all stacked together in the midfield and while i don't think that's literal i do think the three of them have gotten quite close at this point
also has another trio going with yosh and parra (and sometimes rosales. it depends). guys who have been here too long
stats wise absolutely refuses to field double plays despite being our best defender??? assigned conservation of energy by the sim i literally think about it too fucking much
people from their old teams they're still talking to: hank. zack. malik. haruta but it's complicated. tiana. jeff de la cruz but it's also complicated.
helped with urban planning after they fell to help rebuild a post-great fire chicago!! still is with a lesser extent but is also on like. three different municipal committees atm! does not actual firefight– this is the way they've responded to the call.
i love them
#answers#riseinviolence#blaseball#nerd pacheco#this got so so long i'm so sorry lmao#i really do love my nerd so so much#i know they don't super fit other versions but!!! that's okay!!!!#that's what this is all about!!!#ask meme
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Listen I don’t care for hellcheer particularly, but I’m rooting for them for your spite! I hate when people forget that filtering tags exists and then make it out to be someone’s fault for running their blog how they see fit. Especially since the ships you post aren’t like morally reprehensible in any way. Anyway as a ride or die steddie who respects those who are mutli shippers I’m sorry you’re getting so much hate.
i feel like saying i'm getting hate is a stretch. i never said that gjfdgk it just really fucking gets me when someone sees a ship (ESPECIALLY when it's a rare pair like edancy) that isn't hurting anyone and, like you said, isn't morally reprehensible in any way, and instead of just going, "oh, that's not for me, lemme ignore that real quick," they go out of their way to reblog or interact with a fanart or gifset someone spent hours making just to be like "???? i don't like this ship romantically." because guess what, no one asked and that creator sure as hell doesn't care if you like it, they made it because THEY like it. i saw this happen more than once in my notes today while i was at work and it irked ME and i wasn't even the original creator. it was just people who happen to follow me (it wasn't any of my mutuals but honestly i'm so picky about who i follow i don't think any of my mutuals would ever say something like that. i love y'all)
it's not like we're out here condoning abuse (cough h*rringroves) or ignoring characters canon sexualities. (cough ppl who ship romantic stobin) and it's also not a problem for people to hc eddie as exclusively gay. but it's really fucking weird when people act like even the thought of shipping him with a girl character is gross (and no, i'm not making this up, i've seen with my own eyes people saying shit like: "it feels gross to ship eddie with a woman") i'd actually really love it if they could explain to me why it's gross without it being misogynistic. and i know it's not just 'cause they don't like to see steve and eddie shipped with anyone but each other (also something i'm not making up; i've seen ppl say this shit too) because then they'd have that same energy with stonathan or other mlm ships involving the two. you know how up stargyle's ass i've been lately and i haven't seen a SINGLE person opposed. some "huh never thought of that" but no one explicitly saying "no i don't like that, platonic only." it's just when there's a woman involved. no one unfollows me for posting about stargyle every damn day, yet EVERY time i reblog hellcheer at least 2 people unfollow me. half the time someone unfollows me when i reblog edancy. (getting unfollowed is not something i'm upset by, i don't give a shit about numbers. it's the double standard there)
#anonymous#it's giving biphobia it's giving fetishization#as a pansexual dude in this fandom it makes me feel really fucking uncomfortable
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