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rafe can’t handle it when you cry. he’s a problem solver at heart, and if something is bothering you, in his eyes it’s his responsibility to fix it. he was on a business call when you burst through the front doors of tannyhill, cheeks already stained with tears as your kitten heels click through the house. “rafe?” you call, sniffling and desperate to find him.
he hears you, attention shifting from his meeting to you. rafe is used to your dramatics, but something about your tone sets off alarm bells in his head. he gets up from his desk, cutting off the investor on the other line. “hey — hey man, i hate to do this to you, but could you just give me one second? somethin’ just came up.” he puts the call on hold and shoves his phone in his pocket before they can protest, and just in time for you to walk through his office doors. you’re a mess, shivering with mascara running wildly down your flushed cheeks. rafe’s forehead creases in concern, rushing around his desk to meet you where you’re standing so you can throw yourself into his arms.
“woah — woah, baby. breathe for me, alright?” rafe’s voice is soft but demanding, and he pulls away when you don’t respond, placing his warm hands on your upper arms to steady you. “hey — tell me what’s goin’ on.”
you suck in a few shaky breaths, whining and pawing at your eyes. you’re already so upset, and trying to condense your frustration into any sort of coherent answer has you even more overwhelmed. you just shake your head, more tears welling up in your eyes. “i don’t know! everything is going wrong.”
“okay, listen to me. you have to breathe.” he leans down to your level, commanding more of your attention as he brings one hand to wipe your tears. rafe knows you’re a sensitive girl, sweet and delicate — it’s one of the things he likes the most about you. as much as he hates seeing you upset, he does love being your knight in shining armor. “what do you mean going wrong? what’s going wrong, princess?”
you finally take a deep breath, wet eyelashes fluttering. it really is everything. you offered to plan a surprise birthday party for one of your friends at the country club, but now that you also have to start organizing your plans for midsummers, you don’t know when you’re going to organize it — and soon enough, tourist season is going to make work at the golf club impossible. the icing on top is that rafe has been busy all day, barely even texting you between meetings, and you really missed him.
all of it comes out in a jumbled string of sobs until you finish with a deep sigh, lip still wobbling as your watery puppy-dog eyes bore into his. “alright.” rafe starts, letting go of you now that you’ve settled a little. “tell you what, i’ll help you out with the shit for midsummers. we can head out to the mainland tomorrow and get you a nice dress, yeah?” he pauses to make sure you’re following, and you nod with a sniffle — already feeling a little better with a promised shopping trip. “and, baby — i know you can handle a little party planning. n’if you need me to, i got no problem pulling a few strings to get you a nice reservation, okay, but for now — you’ve gotta relax. go take a nice bath and wait for me, alright? i have to take this.” rafe pulls his phone from his pocket again, the screen lighting up with the call still on hold. he brings his free hand up to wipe your remaining tears, followed by a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead. “you’re alright, princess — i’ll be right there.”
the whole ordeal has your head spinning, one second you’re flying off the handle with anxiety and now you feel light as a feather. but that’s why you came to tannyhill in the first place, knowing rafe would know just what to do to fix your terrible mood.
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You know what, this scene reminds me a lot of another romcom-fantasy classic, Strong Woman Do BongSoon. That one where Min-Hyuk was all like "Please love me" and BongSoon was all teary eyed saying "I already do". This scene here, held the same amount of intimacy and romance imo.
Saying I like you after someone said I love you? Awkward. Ouchie. You're not meant to be.
But saying I love you to I like you? Now, that's like a dare. Like, I care this much, can you reach my level? I'm gonna wait for you, so reach it hahahaha I loved it.
Well... What can I say? My initial reaction wasn't that coherent or completely nice if I'm being honest. And I'm not complaining about my sweet Sol, but rather about the writer. After doing many things right (in my eyes) she eventually had to do some wrongs. And I kinda take it personal, so maybe this isn't something that bothers anyone else on the same level but I HATE HATE HATE HATE the most these two tropes in dramas: Amnesia and Noble Idiocy.
Now, this drama has done amnesia to some extent (but not in the BOF Gu JunPyo suddenly forgets JanDi right before the finish line of the story level) and within reason. It makes sense to me, so it doesn't annoy me. But Noble Idiocy is a whole different thing. It was done in last week's episodes when Sol was putting distance between them and I thought Sunjae saying "Don't run away anymore" was the end of it.
Plus, it's called Noble Idiocy for a reason. At the end of the day, even if the person had the best of intentions and wanted to keep their SO out of danger, they fail, because well, it's right there on the name. They foolishly fail to see that their plan in fact isn't flawless and someone (or everyone) gets hurt in the process. One way or another.
As I said, my issue isn't with Sol. I understand she's afraid of what could happen to Sunjae. After all, that's why we're here in the first place. Dude has died twice and suffered quite a lot. And Sol has gone through hell by this point as well. But could the writer seriously not find another reason or create a situation in which Sol would be left alone with the killer? Must we, as a society that's evolved, use the dreaded, boring and stupid Noble Idiocy? Me thinks not.
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Almost Romance
Marvel | Starker
Peter doesn't like the things Tony does to him. It doesn't make it any easier when Tony says that he loves him, but he can pretend that it does.
Rating: Explicit
For @vaguekiwi
Warnings and tags below***
Warnings/tags: Rape and rape kink, praise kink, painful sex, rough sex, possessive Tony, cum play, cum marking, breath play/passout, dark fic
Tony put all of his weight on his hands, pushing Peter down into the bed. He was tired now. The tears fell much slower. He barely even tried to move though the occasional squirm made Tony throb. He hadn't even put the whole thing in yet.
"Tony..." Peter breathed. Tony inhaled, closed his eyes, soaked up the sound of his name on those sweet lips.
"That's a good boy," Tony murmured softly. He placed a kiss on Peter's cheek. The boy squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed.
"Please stop," he tried again. The sound of it was already burned into his mind. He'd jack off to for the rest of his life.
"Stop what, Peter? Stop raping you? But it feels so good." He pushed himself in a little deeper, into the heaven that was Peter's hot silky insides. The boy whined and squirmed. He could barely move against Tony's weight.
"You're so fucking soft. And tight," he panted. "Fucking squeezing me, baby."
"Don't do this," Peter pleaded.
"Don't be scared, Peter. I'm barely even hurting you. You've had way worse."
Peter sobbed. He turned his face into the bed. Tony grabbed his hair and turned his head back, but the sharp pain had the boy fighting again, clawing at his wrist and squirming under him. So Tony bucked his hips. He forced his cock inside, all the way, his hips against that perky ass. Peter screamed, but he was distracted enough for Tony to get his arms behind his back.
He fucked him slow and deep, riding him into the bed while he cried. "Such a good boy," Tony purred again. "That's my boy."
He was less coherent as he picked up the pace. Peter laid limp and sniffling. Tony fucked him like he was trying to hurt him with his dick alone.
"I know it hurts, baby. I just can't get deep enough," he breathed against his neck. He left sloppy kisses on every bit of skin he could reach. "I need to be inside you. All the way. Need to be close to you. I love you so much, Peter."
Peter seemed to freeze beneath him. "You love me?" he said. But Tony took it as an 'I love you too'. He grabbed one of his hips and pulled the boy back against him as he pushed forward, making sure he came as deep as possible inside him.
He moaned happily and laid over his back. Tony kissed every part of him that he could reach. "You're all mine now. My cum's gonna soak up inside you. Into your blood. Become part of you. I'll be inside you forever."
Peter sobbed once again. His whole body shuddered.
Tony slept more soundly than he could ever remember with Peter wrapped up in his arms. The boy slipped away first thing in the morning, but Tony was happy. Every time he looked at him, he knew his cum was still in there. Peter couldn't meet his eye for a few days, but whatever was bothering him passed eventually. He should have been happy that Tony wanted him so badly. He was beautiful and so perfect that Tony had to resort to extremes to have him.
It was an itch that got under his skin any time Peter was too close. He found himself thinking about the way Peter struggled and cried even during what was a casual conversation. After a while he reached down to adjust himself, not noticing until then that he'd gotten hard. Just watching Peter's pretty pink lips move, hearing that voice. He was only a man.
Peter's smile faded as his eyes flicked down to Tony's crotch. His cheeks turned red.
"You alright, Pete?" Tony asked. He held in a smirk. The boy looked so vulnerable.
"I should get going. I'm not feeling great." Peter moved to leave, but Tony grabbed his arm. He froze.
"Stay." Tony kissed his neck and Peter shivered.
"Please don't..." he said.
Tony's free hand slipped up Peter's shirt, feeling his strong abdomen as he sucked a bruise into his skin. Peter whined at the pain. When he tried to move away, Tony easily pulled him back. He popped open Peter's jeans and slipped his hand inside to fondle his soft cock and that's when Peter started to panic again.
"Stop it," he shoved him away.
Tony's eyes narrowed at him. He pushed him back against the table behind him and down until he was off balance, feet off the floor, hands scrambling.
"Please please," Peter sobbed. Tears welled in those pretty eyes.
"You're mine, Peter. Don't be so dramatic. You know I have to have you."
"Just..." Peter's voice broke. He turned his face away.
"Just what, baby?"
"Just..." he took a shaky breath. "Say it again," he said, but it came out so soft that Tony wasn't sure.
"Say what, Peter?"
"Just... just tell me. If you're gonna- gonna-"
"If I'm gonna rape you."
Peter squeezed his eyes shut. "Yeah. Tell me what you said."
Tony smiled. "Does that make it easier? Poor Petey. You're such a sweet little thing. Do you see why I need you so bad?" He kissed a line up his throat, over his chin, until he reached his mouth. With their lips brushing together he said, "I love you."
Peter's chest heaved as he sobbed. But he didn't fight as Tony reached his hand down into his pants again. He rubbed him and stroked him while he forced kisses onto his slack lips, tongue dipping inside his mouth making him shudder and cry. Peter's cock barely stiffened, but Tony was satisfied. He stepped back from the table only to pull Peter down to the floor.
The boy started to cry again as Tony pulled his dick out of his pants. "Please don't," he sobbed.
Tony held his dick in one hand and Peter's hair in the other. He ran the tip over his soft cheeks, across his forehead, over his chin, like he was marking him.
"Open." Peter parted his lips just enough for Tony to stuff his cock inside. Teeth scraped against him and he didn't even care. He was back inside of Peter where he belonged. He stood over him panting, cock resting on the boy's tongue. He pet Peter's hair, fingers running through to gently scratch his nails over his scalp.
"That's a good boy. My good boy. I love you, Peter." He stroked his cheek as tears rolled down. Peter's jaw slacked just a little bit more, enough for him to move. Tony loved this scared, hesitant, compliance. So he went slowly, more running his cock over his tongue than fucking his mouth, but that was okay if Peter didn't want to close his lips. When the head of his cock prodded at the back of his throat it spasmed around him. Peter choked and jerked back, but Tony just pinned his head against the table to hold him in place.
It was almost better than his ass. The slow gentle violence of making the both gag until he wretched with lazy soft thrusts of his hips, until the panic found him and he fought again. Tony stopped fucking his mouth to get ahold of his wrists. He pulled Peter's arms back and pinned his wrists against the table with one hand.
"Don't make things harder, baby. I'm cumming down your throat one way or another." He grabbed his jaw as Peter clenched it shut. "Open up so I can rape your mouth. You know I can make you if I have to."
Glaring and sniffling, Peter did what he was told. Tony sighed as he stuffed his cock back inside. Peter's lips closed around him, not sucking, but still wrapping him in wet heat. He took advantage of those lips, fucking the ring of his mouth just to know every part of him belonged to Tony. Going deeper still made him gag, but there was nowhere for him to go. Tony had him pinned down well. And he loved the way he struggled when Tony forced himself into his throat. Especially as he ran out of air and his eyes began to flutter.
He pulled out to let him breathe and Peter begged him to stop with all of his precious air until he cut him off again.
"Should I cum right here down your throat? Or all over your face? It's a tough choice." Tony mused. "Of course, if it's on your face you'll just wash it off won't you? Better to leave it where it'll stay with you for a while."
Peter whined around his dick. Tony could just imagine that he was begging him to cum down his throat, to make him inside, to make sure he knows who he belongs to.
He let the boy breathe one more time, then he stuffed his cock back in his mouth and fucked his throat like he'd fucked his ass. Bruising and selfish. Peter cried, scared and hurting, and it just brought Tony to the edge that much faster. He thrashed as his lungs burned without air, but Tony held back until he stilled. Peter's eyes grew heavy, fluttering delicately at him. His mouth slacked. His struggling became weak little twitches. And that's when Tony went as deep into his throat as he could without breaking it. And he came, imagining his cum sliding down his throat, through his body, down into his stomach.
When he pulled out, Peter jolted, but he didn't start breathing again until Tony slapped him. He gasped, leaning over into Tony's hands. Tony knelt down and pulled him into his arms. He pets his hair.
“You did so good, baby. You're my good boy.”
Peter cleaned into his chest, crying against him. Tony smiled. “I love you, baby.”
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Since I've seen several posts floating around that try to rebut the points of @end-otw-racism by saying that AO3 is too big to moderate, can we PLEASE take a moment and remember that AO3 IS ALREADY HEAVILY MODERATED.
We all know the obvious one - that if you post anything about monetizing fic, you will be moderated into oblivion. We also all know why! This is essential to AO3's survival as a non-profit! No one would propose changing this!
But a lot of people seem to forget that AO3 is moderated in other ways! For a personal example, several years ago I got a "change this or we're removing your work" e-mail. The work in question? A collection of pseudo-ficlets that were somewhere between outlines and sketchy fics. What I got moderated for? I said in the a/n that if anyone wanted to expand my kinda-outliney nonsense into fully fleshed out stories, they were welcome to do so! I was told this was a violation of the ToS, because fics that are collections of prompts aren't allowed, and that if I didn't change the a/n I'd have to delete the work. Of course I edited the a/n, and my work was allowed, and I moved on. I did, immediately, delete another work I'd posted, which WAS literally sets of prompts I'd written free to a good home. It was clearly in violation of those rules, and I just hadn't realized content like that wasn't allowed.
Numerous things are forbidden on AO3 and will get moderated and potentially deleted, including:
advertising
"find a fic" posts
spam
plagiarized works
virus spreading
doxxing
actual CSAM
lots of other stuff as listed in the tos
If the foundation of your argument is "AO3 is too big to moderate" your argument is bad. AO3 is already moderated.
So that means your ACTUAL argument is "I think AO3 is moderated enough as-is and I don't think AO3 should be moderated in a way that might better protect fans of color."
Having that attitude despite the many, many, MANY fans of colors who say "hey, we don't feel safe here, can this be better moderated to protect us?" (when, by the way, the existing harassment policy SHOULD protect them but clearly isn't being implemented in ways that actually DOES protect them!)
Well. That's sure a take.
(TO BE CLEAR: I am anti-censorship. I am pro-moderation. I am pro-AO3. I fucking love your dark fic, your underage works, your non-con stories, your kinky pwp with "no redeeming qualities," your dirty-wrong-bad ego fics. I would NEVER want a solution that removed that content. And I believe AO3 is the greatest thing to happen to fic in my lifetime and I want it to continue to be the wonderful thing it is. I think that what AO3 already is can be reconciled with the demands of fans of color that they be better protected. I believe fans of color when they say that the current policies don't protect them adequately, that they don't feel safe, that this drives them out of white western fandom. I've listened a lot, and I've seen a lot, and I've learned a lot, and I want AO3 to be better than it is in this regard. I'm honestly kinda depressed how many people seem comfortable with the status quo.)
#unforth rambles#racism#end racism in the otw#end otw racism#the specific post i saw made me so angry it's taken me the better part of a week to cool down enough to speak coherently about it#way to write a HUGE post that all starts from a very false premise#well two false premises actually#the first is that the end otw racism movement is calling for content to be deleted#which it's not literally no one is saying read billions of words of fanfic to protect fans of color#that's an absurd thing to say and everyone involved knows it's absurd so nice straw man#but even more fundamental than that HELLO THERE IS ALREADY HEAVY MODERATION#enforce the rules that are ALREADY THERE#BE MORE TRANSPARENT ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING#these are not unreasonable requests#i'm really starting to think some people can't be bothered to actually read what's being asked for#and are instead seeing what they want to see there#and to be clear i also am surely reading the text with rose-colored glasses#i don't want to see yes we mean deletion yes we mean removal#i personally want a solution that's both as anti-censorship as possible and also is pro moderation and protects people#so that's the lens I read things through#but I KNOW the lens I'm reading it through and I KNOW that lens may be coloring my interpretations#have you taken a moment to take off your glasses and see how they might be coloring your own intepretations#because maybe you should
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Do you hang out with Ramona or Knives much when Scott or Neil aren't around? Ever since your roommate shanked you in the back it seems like you don't have a lot of girlfriends, just bros.
I try to. I want to. They're both so much nicer to hang around, you know? So much less confusing. At least in an uncomfortable manner
And you're right, yeah. Ever since Hollie it's been a lot of Stephen and Joseph and Scott- and with Joseph it's all awkward since he's Hollie's friend. Just a lot of unnecessary bullshit, generally. I don't want all that.
I like hanging out with Ramona, Lisa, Knives... fuck, even Julie at this point, even if she bores me to tear sometimes. I miss feeling light, ya know?
#ramona is just so... wow... you know???#i mean. jeez. share a little in that perfection you bitch#i say that affectionately.#i seriously love ramona. she's an angel. she deserves so much better than scott#i mean she's not like an angel angel but you understand i hope#and knives is just this little ray of sunshine i want to protect you know?#she talks to me sometimes about how stuoid the whole scott situation is and all i can do is nod in agreement because she's just... right??#boys are so stupid. i dont know why i let them bother me so much#pine.txt#anon#asks#spto#sp comic#spvtw#kim pine#rp#?#(ooc: ty so so much for the ask! hope this is coherent i am so off kilter rn skfhfjdjd)#(ooc: alcohol seriously does not normally effect me this much idk whats up. maybe im just downing more at a time before breaking???l#(ooc; idk either way hope this is a fair enough response)#spvtwtg#drunk kim
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God. Second attempt at writing a sort of coherent Good Omens Season 2 rant/review/thoughts. Whatever you want to call it.
First, things I really enjoyed:
Pre-fall Crowley scene. Though this was not liked as much by some other critical Book fans. I understand from canon-conflicting perspective, but TV and Book Omens are separate in my head (sorry Neil Gaiman I can't buy the Same Canon thing)
The flashbacks scene (especially the one with Job and the Resurrectionist, the zombie one was kinda bad though)
Aziraphale getting to use the Bentley
Ok that's all that stood out to me of what I really liked. Time to complain!
God I'll just...start with The Kiss. I saw spoilers for it before I got a chance to watch it and immediately felt disappointment. I do like the Ineffable Husband ship, but I liked it as this...vague thing they kinda had going on in the back. They absolutely did not need an angsty one-sided confession scene with a forced kiss. Everything about it felt so inorganic too. I was trying to be open to the possible (different/romantic) chemistry they might have in s2, but it never happened. Instead there was Nina and telling Crowley he's in love with Aziraphale. Even though nothing really indicated that? To the public they could just be friends?
They did make more "gay jokes" (like they did once in season 1, which I did not like, it was very amatonormative which goes against the vibes those two have). Did not like those. Felt forced.
I have made posts before about the lack of aro and qpr representation in media and Yes that does play into why I did not like this ending of the season. It felt like this possible representation was forcibly taken away from me. I get to be sad about that. It's technically a separate argument but I'm throwing it here anyway.
Aside from That, the vibes of season 2 was...not really Good Omens? I really love the season 1 adaptation on so many levels. It is not perfect and there is valid criticism to be given, but overall it catches the absurdist comedy and relevance of everyone at play Very Well. Both the book and the show have this "ah it's all coming together" thing that's executed so well. I agree Crowley and Aziraphale got more of a main character role in the Show vs. The Book (where the humans and nonhumans are equally important/get similar screentime). And they amplified this in season 2. This post-book "canon" seems to focus a lot on Crowley and Aziraphale, which feels Wrong. They don't work on their own like they did in the Book/s1. It was their interaction with Earth and its Humans that made them shine in the end. Giving them their own problems to deal with was incredibly uninteresting. This is probably why the flashbacks stood out to me more. ...Yeah, I think it boils down to them not being as interesting on their own.
(of course when fans draw Book Omens Ineffable Husbands it's a different thing altogether, but art or comics usually don't have TV-style drama)
I feel I should say something about Gabriel and Beelzebub? It caught me by surprise that I just laughed when I saw it unfold. It was just very weird idk. I will miss Beelzebub though, I loved their trash gender vibes (then again, the new actor did not sell the vibes as well as the previous actor).
This season made me dive a little into the Book Omens fandom again and made me realise how much I missed the Book. I read it back in 2017 and a lot of fine details are lost on me. I want to read it again for sure. I see a lot of mixed reactions from Book fans on this season. Oftentimes criticism of different kinds, sometimes someone who did kind of like the season.
Overall I hate it when a screen adaptation takes a fandom over. I have to see incredibly bad takes on the Ineffable Husbands every day since the show came out.
In short: it was mostly not as interesting/memorable and I am pissed off about the kiss scene that I have to see everywhere.
#good omens critical#good omens#good omens season 2#book omens#hey the negative stuff is under a read more#unless you're open to criticism of your beloved gay angel demon show you shouldn't open the post okay?#this isn't important enough to ruin someone's day bc they like the show#but do know that i find the tv omens fandom (the ones who didnt read the book) to be annoying as hell#not the individuals obviously.#anyway is this coherent at all#i tried to just make paragraphs on the main stuff that bothered me#I will push the qpr acearo ineffable husbands agenda
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*blows a kiss to my computer* this one's for you, Aldith Sereda Wilhelmine Aeducan, kinslayer & kingmaker
#dragon age#more vague shit about my cracked au in the tags#if I got a nickel everytime I was instrumental in crowning a king I'd have two nickels#thinking about my multi-warden au and its gotten way out of hand#might seperate the tags into a coherent post at some point#In this au all warden origins (with some changes) live and make it to osagar - Mahariel is the 'canon warden' so to speak#Aeducan and Brosca escape the deep roads together bump into Bodahn and Sandal and head south with them.#Hereswith Brosca is her new second by default#“There is not a dwarf in Orzammar not born into a Darkspawn siege – this war is in our blood as surely it will be in the stone when we die”#let's be real this blight never ended for the dwarfs - start numbering them infront of dwarves and you'll get spat at girlie#just because the darkspawn stopped bothering you surface chumps doesn't mean they stopped for the Stone's sake#Aldith supporting Bhelen's claim to the throne for Hereswith and so he owes her one#this au I'm never going to write is ridiculous though - I've practically co-opted the Wit from RotE -I mean in my canon playthrough also oo#Amell in this is a Blood Mage/Spirit Healer and I have decided to fuse a the spirit of Valour and the Desire demon at Redcliffe#tempered by Amell to be Sacrifice rather than Conquest - canon who I don't know her?#Oh and Aeducan is literally a Spirit Warrior because I think it's pretty dope concept - she also becomes Queen of Ferelden btw#learning things through the song - of wardens long fallen to the taint#you know the fereldens would jump at the chance to hold something over orlais#and how better to do that with a marriage alliance with the only legal producer of lyrium? Loghain weeps with joy from his grave#I've decided completely against canon to make Cousland a warrior/mage fusion bc it's a lawless wasteland meet my Templar/Battlemage#is she /you know/ fade sensitive?#Surana is a shapeshifter/arcane warrior/entropy mage - man cannot conjure anything for shit#crows (actual birds not zevran) love him - templars fear him#Reaver Beserker Mahariel ankle deep in a Morrigan romance#Vunora Tabris is also here with Slyfoot the wolf
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Oh no oh man oh no suddenly struck with a crazy bout of yearning where is my Charlie when can I hold him oh my God I need to kiss him and tell him how much I love him he needs to know it ok he needs to know that I love him for all that he is and I’m never ignoring the parts of him that others might think are gross or weird I love all of it
#literally laying here in bed just thinking about how much I love him and how important he is to me#I hope it’s evident that I love all the things about Charlie#that I don’t look over or ignore the less socially acceptable things about him#yeah he drinks paint and he doesn’t shower and he eats too much cheese and he’s really messy and not bothered by being dirty#but I love him and I love the culmination of all of those things in him#I’m not here to fix him or make him change or whatever. I love him so much#none of those things bother me and maybe some people think they should but to hell with that#I mean it’s not healthy for him to drink the paint and I might ask him not to just so he doesn’t die#but I don’t think that’s gross or whatever. and if I did I wouldn’t like him#idk if this gush is coherent. I’m literally just laying here with tears in my eyes bc#he has to know that I rly truly love him. not some idea of him in my head. not some idealized version of who he could be#I love him as he is. I’d choose him as he is. and I do#ren speaks#renlie#im gushing out here folks
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I don't ramble nearly as much as I'd like to on this blog (yay anxiety), but there are some things i really just want to ramble about on here
outside of art, one of my greatest non-fandom interests is just,, 20th century Chicago history? and,, it feels odd, to mourn the loss of a building, but that has happened now
I'm not American myself, but whenever I go over there, I can't help but notice the architecture that is lost to history - in Chicago, bigger buildings such as the Hotel Sherman or Theater Granada
Those buildings were so pretty! so much time went into designing them and constructing them, all the hours of work and toil done by real, living, breathing people, and,, they've been demolished or otherwise lost to time.
It's not only about the aesthetics or history of these buildings for me, but it's about the countless hours of human skill and time put into them. These buildings did not just appear, there were people behind them, architects and construction workers and artists and--
and their work just... gone. Lord knows how many collective hours of human time, lost.
It's a similar feeling with museums - looking at art exhibitions, it's... a very humbling experience to realize the sheer amount of time collected in a single exhibition? Everything takes time, but architecture and art collections especially are such a vivid example of so much effort and sweat and time and love all collected in one place. Those who have been around my blog for a little while may have read my ramble about Kråkevisa a while back - and it's almost the exact same idea there too. Folk songs that are built on and worked on for generations are such a testament to the innate human need to create, and there's so much time put into them, it makes me feel wonderfully small compared to the sheer size of collective human artistry.
We may be small compared to the world, but in places like this - buildings, museums, songs, collaborative efforts, anything we share, anything other people take inspiration from - what is on its own the work of one, tiny human can become so big.
I guess today is just one of those days where I'm feeling sappy in this bog again. We're small creatures leading small lives, but our small efforts of time and devotion to our craft can become such a great, massive thing to all the countless other small beings we share, have shared, and will share life with.
I do not know where this post went, i was just going to cry a bit about the Theater Granada, but ADHD be like that--
#krakarambling#long post#i do not know when or how this post went from “poor Theater Granada!!” to... this sappy stuff but it did#i do not know if this is coherent at all and i will not bother to check if it is either#i am SAPPY and i need to RAMBLE
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Does you otp celebrate Thanksgiving? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, are they getting ready for Christmas? Or are they doing something else?
Thank you for this ask, dear! ❤️
E&T do not celebrate Thanksgiving. Though their families would always follow the tradition and focus on the family-bonding aspect, both Ethan and Tiffany can’t ignore the history of this holiday and always choose to work on that day. They stopped celebrating when they left home to study medicine. They do have their very own gratitude days—August 22nd (Ethan’s fav) and December 30th (Tiffany’s fav) 🥰
They’re not big on Christmas either, but they do enjoy the opportunity to spend some quality time together. Tiffany appreciates the appeal of some Christmas traditions (like Mariah Carey music, decorations, presents and food), so they always end up having a low-key, non-religious celebration.
This year they’re planning to spend the entire week in San Francisco with The Addams Family. They’ve already booked the tickets and Ethan is currently going through 50 shades of ✨ panic ✨
#Q#i hate to do it this way but this is my last post for now#it’s just a hiatus and i’ll be back#i’m sorry for disappearing like this again but i just don’t have the energy and don’t want to bother you with irl problems#it’s not going well my dudes#and i know that you’re used to my absence but i just felt like i had to say sth anyway#even if it’s just me rambling in the tags#if you read this: thank you for being here ❤️ take care of yourselves#i’m grateful for you all#i’m not ignoring you i’m just barely hanging there so yeah#i could use a distraction but i’m on meds and my mind is just a painful blur#and i find it hard to talk and think coherently#see you soon 🫶🏻#ethan x tiffany
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The "that doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about X to dispute it" meme is so constantly relevant to my life in situations such as: trying to explain to a Tesla fanboy why I think Capitalism Bad
#it's fine because halfway through my guts exploding with chronic digestive issues in the bathroom i realized#there's only one person at this table whose opinion i give a shit about and it's not his#it stresses me out not because i don't like to lose arguments or look ignorant#like i don't LOVE that happening but in the end it can be whatever#it stresses me out because sometimes i wonder: DO I only think this because i don't understand the full situation?#am i parrotting other people's opinions without true knowledge of the facts?#for some reason he was under the impression that i was in the same mba program as our mutual friend#and he was like 'how could you have gone through an mba and still think this?'#I felt like Sailor Socialism in that Bernie Sanders rally video#'i just want people to have healthcare honey'#and he was like 'well what alternate system would you propose'#'if your goal is to change the government then it's never going to happen' etc etc#and I'm like i don't know! do i have to have the insight of God and figure the perfect plan for fixing all the world's problems just to say#'hey i think a system where people die for being poor and profits are valued over people is bad'??#anyway it's fine i let my guts do their awful chronic bullshit and then i returned to dinner to discuss books with my way cooler friend#it was a decent dinner party all things considered#Tesla Fanboy doesn't even seem like a bad dude#i just think we have some fundamental disagreements and it bothers me that i can't at least coherently defend my position
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finally located the png so now hes in the powerpoint
#neon has thoughts#i KNOW this slide doesn't look great the other ones look better. i made this as a placeholder slide and couldnt be bothered to change it.#hes Watching#anyway. AM i answering the question. no clue. am i doing at all what i was supposed to. who kniws. but am i having fun. hell yeah.#and i think i should get a solid a for effort here. do you know how much time ive spent on this damn powerpoint. for an argument i am not#sure is coherent. well its a lot#anyway
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MORNING LOVE — GOJO SATORU
content warning: pwp, pussy whipped gojo is my favorite gojo, sex in the kitchen, very light spanking, dirty talk, hint of cnc.
word count: 0,6k
note: this is a follow up to this piece right here. i hope you enjoy it :)!
if there was anything you learned from dating satoru, it was the fact that he was all about touching you. whether it be a hand resting on your thigh, or his lips pressed to your cheek as he drills into you from behind--the man couldn’t get enough of you.
you tried to stop him, tried your best to tell him to wait at least until you were done with breakfast before touching you. but the man was on a mission the moment he saw you dancing in his shirt in the kitchen. and you dare ask him to wait?
“toru--the pancakes,” you cry out the last part, his big hand reaching over to fondle with your boobs. he was incredibly touchy, always all over you like you could escape at any moment (you obviously couldn’t with his massive weight on top of you).
you feel a little guilty to be doing this in the kitchen and over your counter, but his cock was drilling into you so well. you didn’t know why you were so sensitive this morning, perhaps you were ovulating and so your body felt like putty the moment satoru put his hands on you.
he didn’t even bother taking off your shirt, simply pushed it up and let out a ‘fuck’ at the sight of your ass. this made you push back on him, whining when he delivered a harsh smack to the skin.
“later baby--fuck, I promise.” he was out of breath, hands roughly grabbing your hips to keep you in place. he loved having this much control over you, to see you trying to run away from his cock. only for him to hold you in place and force you to take it, force delicious sounds out of your throat.
he grins lazily when you try to look back at him and your eyes are glossed over, lips parted and face contorted in pleasure. you look like you’re trying to say something, but the pleasure consuming you wiped every coherent thought out of your head.
“oh baby, you’re so pretty,” he leans down and presses a kiss to the back of your ear, chuckling when your breath stuttered. you were always so weak, so easily breakable when he had his dick inside of you.
“oh god--satoru!” you cry out when his hand travels down, rubbing at your clit all while his other hand lets go of your hip to press on your stomach. his pace is unforgiving, a string of curses leaves his mouth when he feels you clenching around him as you approach your orgasm.
“that’s it baby, come on, come on,” he hisses out, his chin resting on your shoulder to peek at your face. he especially loved how fucked out you looked when you coated his dick with your juices.
“that’s right, give it to me. all of it, I can take it. take all what your pussy gives me--shiit, you feel so good,” it’s his turn to whine, his forehead resting on your shoulder when you finally reach your orgasm. your pussy felt like heaven, it was a miracle that he held in for so long.
his orgasm washes over him soon after yours, and you’re both left a heaving mess. satoru refuses to pull out even when you whine at him to do so, only presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder and hums.
“if I pull out, it will be a mess,”
“then what should we do?”
“the paper towels are right there, lemme grab some.”
“...you’re unbelievable.”
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Tw: female reader, non - con
Your captor who kisses your puffy tear - stained eyelids, lashes glossy and shiny, keeping your hands above your head as he licks the salty drops falling down your cheeks. He's forcing your knees far apart, pushing them towards your chest as he ruts against your wet heat in a crazed, almost ritualistic frenzy. You sob pitifuly, turning your head away from his scarlet gaze, fixed on your throat - his heavy hands just itching to wrap around it.
"It hu-urts." You whine, trying to mimick that coquette little voice he likes so much, but the sheer force of his pounding makes it hard to speak in a coherent manner - violently tearing all those humiliating guttural whimpers from your body.
He moves to kiss your cheek, his hair sticking to his back with sweat - he's been at it for a while. You're not sure if it's day or night.
"I know, baby, I know." He coos, not even bothering to look at you - lost in the way your tight walls cling to his cock despite your obvious protests. "But you can take it, right?" He laps at your neck, sucking on the oversensitive skin. You cry out, it's all too much for you - and you're so tired. "Because you're my good girl." He groans breathlessly, thrusting into you with a steady rhythm, eyes rolling. "And you want to make me happy, don't you?"
You can taste the threat before it even rolls off his tongue. You nod eagerly. You don't want him angry. Hell, you can't make him angry - your body won't be able to withstand his wrath again.
"Of course you do. Such a sweet girl." He kisses you deeply, swallowing whatever was left of your pride off your parted lips. "All mine."
Somehow his thrusts get even rougher.
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Sorry to bother you, but the bodyguard post you did was just 🤤🥰😍 and I can't stop thinking about it day later
Have you ever seen Oshi no Ko? I'd love to see Bodyguard react to someone trying to do something similar as what happened to Ai.
Fans get wind their beloved idol might have feeling for her staff, so a crazed fan tracks down her private address. He plans to get revenge for "His idol cheating on him" but doesn't know there is a guard dog inside ready to bite any threat to his precious charge.
Sorry to keep ragging on about the topic, I just adore you work enough that it lives in my head rent free.
Happy holidays
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I sadly haven't seen Oshi no Ko, but your description sounds very interesting. Thank you for the idea! I've combined it with your previous suggestion, I think they work together really well. Happy Holidays to you, too! :)
Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (II)
Your new manager has sent you home for the holidays after persistent rumors surrounding you and your bodyguard. And, as luck would have it, the fan responsible for the accusations successfully sneaks his way in. Sadly for him, you’ve never left the watchful gaze of your loyal, mean dog.
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]
TW: violence, threats, mentions of stalking
(Cover from the manga “A girl and her guard dog”)
"Enjoy your holidays!"
The driver cheerfully bids you goodbye and speeds away, leaving you behind the imposing gate. You drag your luggage inside and nonchalantly toss it with an annoyed huff.
What now? You're all alone in a hollow mansion.
Early December you begun receiving worrying letters from a fan, making wild claims about you and your bodyguard. Naturally, you laughed it off. Your bodyguard found them equally amusing. So much, that he'd ask you to read them out loud as you rode him. "I w-won't stand for it. You know we ha-ave something special going on, (Y/N)-chan." You barely managed to form coherent sentences, feverishly clinging to the large man underneath you. "You heard the guy. Better be on your best behavior", he'd add with a chuckle, wiping the drool from your mouth.
The new manager, however, wasn't as relaxed about it. He couldn't risk tarnishing the reputation of his beloved cash cow, so he suggested you take a break from personal assistants until the rumors tone down. If you remained within your expensively secured house, you wouldn't need any guarding. So, he caringly prescribed a dose of homely isolation for the upcoming holidays.
"Don't be so dramatic", he said, "Jesus spent 40 days in the desert by himself. And he didn't have your indoor cinema or jacuzzi bathtub."
"Yeah, but he had the Devil to tempt him. Where's my bad guy?" You whined as a retort.
You let out another groan and throw yourself on the couch, fiddling with the remote. Kind of them to decorate everything for Christmas, you think as you eye the gigantic kitsch of a tree slapped in the middle of the living room.
Fuck. What an absolute waste of time. All because of one crazy fan. You almost wish he'd show his stupid face so your bodyguard could pummel it to bits and crumbles. You wonder what he's doing by himself. Is he going to be assigned to another idol? Probably not, two weeks is too short of a time for anything. You check your phone.
Suddenly, the screen lights up. A text notification.
"Bored?"
Heh. It's almost as if he can read your mind. You smile to yourself and type your response, stretching onto the sofa. Your little back and forth messaging goes on until you look up and notice the room has gotten darker. Already evening. You can hear your stomach growl, so you get up and drag your feet towards the kitchen, searching for takeaway fliers. If you're going to be under house arrest, the least you can afford is junk food.
Once you place your decadent order, you hop onto the counter and idly dangle your legs in anticipation. Your favorite off-duty guard dog has abruptly told you he needs to go and is now offline. "Something came up". What could possibly require his immediate attention? A mistress? You giggle at the idea. In all your time spent together, you haven't seen him glance at a single woman. If he must, he will engage with other people using one-word replies, visibly uninterested. You never considered him much of a talker, but his behavior with anyone else, in comparison, is downright hostile.
There's a rustling sound and you jolt. Was the food delivered already? It hasn't been that long. You jump off the marble countertop and freeze in place once you see the man standing in the doorway. His face is concealed with a medical mask and he's audibly panting, the hot air fogging up his glasses. You notice the knife in his hand.
"How rude of you to cheat on me so shamelessly, (Y/N) dear."
Huh? Your eyes widen in realization. Was this the crazed fan bombarding you with threatening letters? Your features twist in utter disgust, still transfixed on the weapon within his grip.
This little shit. Not only does he break into your home, but he decides to intimidate you with a department store kitchen utensil. Is that all you're worth? Is that any way to greet one of the top idols in this country?
You angrily pull the nearby drawer open and grab a long, sharp blade. The man tenses up and steps forward, but you stop him in his tracks, throwing the item at his feet. He stares at you, bewildered.
"It's a Yoshihiro Sashimi knife. More than your monthly income, most likely." You state as you leer down at him, grimace plastered on your face. "Pick it up like the animal you are."
He cannot move. Is this his beloved (Y/N)? Her pretty, innocent smile and sparkling eyes have been replaced by this hateful scowl. He feels like a cockroach about to be stepped on, a mere vermin invading her personal space. This can't be right. It's him that should be upset, he's the betrayed party. When has she gotten so...Ah. This must be the work of that bodyguard. He's always known. The way he looks at her, with a predatory glint as if marking his territory. He should've noticed earlier. Poor, sweet (Y/N), at the hands of a brute. Tears form in his eyes and he opens his mouth to speak up, but a burning blow assaults his back and everything goes black.
Your bodyguard casually walks in and lifts the intruder up by the nape of his neck.
"Are you okay? Did he touch you?"
You blush and wipe your eyelashes dramatically, releasing a gentle sob from your puckered lips.
"Touch? He almost killed me! I was so scared...I thought I was done for."
He frowns at your words.
"I'll take care of it."
You can feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach. As he drags the body out of the kitchen, you follow behind enthusiastically.
"Do it in the living room!" You almost squeal.
"Are you sure? It will get messy. I'm not letting this one walk out." He warns you with a worried expression.
"Yes, yes!" you nod, all bubbly. "Right here, next to the Christmas tree."
Once the gory spectacle is over, the bodyguard sprawls onto the sofa, exhausted. He exhales loudly and runs a hand through his hair. You are about to join him, when a thought crosses your mind.
"Now that I think about it, how did you know I was about to be attacked? That was some really extraordinary timing."
Out of reflex, he palms his pocket to check if his phone is still within his possession. Thankfully he hasn't left it in plain sight. You squint suspiciously.
"Are you spying on me or something?"
He remains quiet for a few moments and eventually lowers his head apologetically, avoiding eye contact.
"Forgive me, Miss."
When he glances up again, your small figure is looming over him.
"Wow, what a pervert you are." You push his chin up with your dainty fingers. "How will you make it up to me for such nasty habit~?"
"Is there anything you want me to do?"
"Good boy."
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✮ so you do like me - gojo satoru
synopsis: you and gojo confess in an unexpected situation.
warnings: fluff, chaotic reader and gojo, gn!reader, gojo is tiny bit oblivious — wc: 746
notes: i love oblivious gojo i think hes so stupid (affectionate)
gojo satoru is annoying.
you’re saying this as his best friend who’s been with him for years, and even though you’ve been friends for that long, he’s never failed to annoy the shit out of you. there’s never a day where he doesn’t bother you about the stupidest stuff ever — you remember getting a call from him at three in the morning asking if you had any spare hand soap at your place (you got mad at him for a day for that).
hearing satoru sigh for the tenth time today, you turned to look at him. “what is it? why are you so… gloomy today?”
“nothing,” he repeats the same answer he gave you two minutes ago which makes you sigh as well, giving up on asking any more questions. when he sees your uninterested eyes, he sits up straight. “okay, well, i have this problem and you’re my closest friend but-” satoru groans, leaning back against the chair and placing a hand over his face.
that piqued your interest. “but?”
“it’s hard.” satoru shakes his head in distress. “it’s so annoying i can’t talk about it.”
your eyebrows furrowed. “what do you mean you can’t talk about it? you can always talk about anything with me.”
“no, see! that’s the problem here.” satoru stands up and walks towards you. “do you know how goddamn hard it is having a crush on someone and not being able to talk about it with the only person you want to talk to it about because it’s about them?” he exclaims, frustrated at himself.
you paused. “yes, i do. i absolutely do and it’s horrible. trust me, satoru, i know.”
“how do you know? i’ve never seen you look at anyone with hearts in your eyes.” satoru narrows his eyes. “i’ve never even heard you talk about crushes ever since we became friends!”
“you’re so dense.” you sighed, finally mustering up the courage to say it. “it’s you, dumbass. i’ve had a crush on you like two weeks after we became friends. i’ve never talked about crushes with you because it’s you i have a crush on. how am i supposed to talk about being in love with you to you?”
“huh?” satoru freezes in his place, brain malfunctioning with the information you just gave him. “wait- huh?”
“take all the time you need, toru.” you crossed your arms, patiently waiting for satoru to say something coherent.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME?” satoru bursts, arms flailing around. “we- why didn’t you say anything about having a crush on me? wasn’t i obvious with my feelings for you?! i thought you would’ve known about what i felt when i-”
“when you what?”
“when i gave you my last piece of chicken nugget!” he exclaims.
you paused. “seriously? you giving me your last chicken nugget is a sign of love?”
“have you never read or watched anything romantic? people would usually give up their last piece of their favorite food to their lover!” satoru asks, and you shake your head making satoru gasp. “you’re so uncultured.”
“um? i meant that i had never seen anyone do that. ever.” you replied. “you’re the one who’s watching weird “romance” movies!”
“don’t you dare call my romance movies weird! you just have to watch it with me and you’ll be in love immediately.” satoru huffs, walking closer to you so that you can smell his cologne. “so? what do we do now?”
“are you just going to stand in front of me and not ask me out on a date?” you asked, and satoru laughed, pulling you into a tight hug.
“so,” satoru says as soon as he removes his arms form you. “you had a crush on me, hm?”
you scoff. “as if you didn’t.”
“it is because i’m absolutely irresistible?” satoru gives you a smug smile.
“as if.” you reply. “no, it’s because you’re an idiot, and-” you paused, taking in a deep breath, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “and i can’t imagine life without you.”
“oh my god.” satoru gasps. “you’re such a romantic! aw, y/n!” he embraces you once more, but this time, you tripped and ended up falling on the bed, his figure crushing you.
“satoru-” you wheeze, slapping his back. “can’t breathe. let. go.”
“no way. i’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” satoru smiles down at you. “i love you.”
your ears turn red and you immediately look away. “...i love you too.”
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