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switchytransboy · 6 months
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i hate how replayed it is and how it associates sm w tiktok trends
but billie’s ‘What Was I Made For?’ feels like the sad anthem for people who enter adulthood with mental illnesses or who are neurodivergent, came out late and missed a whole childhood and teen experience of knowing who they are, or who have no idea what to do or who they are bc we are pressured to know at 18 but not everyone knows that shit and now you’re lost…
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I saw the barbie movie and cried.
Not because 'wow women c: , wow my mum' or a lot of the other, very valid reasons people have had.
I cried because i clearly am doing the woman thing wrong. How did i relate to not a single word, plot point etc. In the movie. I didnt get the men, i didnt get the women, i didnt get barbie land, i didnt get the real world.
The mum bit didnt get me, the feeling bit didnt get me.
The only bit was the billie eilish song at the end which sent me over the edge cuz all my head could think was 'what was i made for?'
Why tf am I here, why isnt my life experience not lining up, why is there a sum total of nothing. Why do i feel... nothing. Not pessimism, not optimism, not anger not joy.
Nothing
The big speech the mum did. I didnt get it. I know i wasnt raised in a particularly stereotyped household, my brother had a buggy, i had dinosaurs. I know i didnt have barbies, didnt watch disney, went to an all girls school. But i haven't been cat called, i haven't delt with men not treating me seriously... all genders and all people seem to always treat me equally as shit?
My headscarf maybe has fucked me over but i just... i didnt get it.
But im pretty sure its me, not the movie, i am just, kinda a falied human being... that's what I got from the barbie movie
Something went wrong in my life, i dont fit. I am a void. I sum total nothing. I am nothing. I dont exisit anywhere.
Maybe thatbis why in general i just... dont see myself in media.
I see belief systems i recognise, i see social interactions or little things that i recognise as having happened to me and thats relatable, but i have never once gone, omg its me.
I see hijabi, but beyond the hijab, I just dont get it.
Where am I supposed to go? What am I doing? Why am I such an anomaly, such a glitch.
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selkie-ifs · 3 months
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Everyone's better off without me.
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wiisagi-maiingan · 6 months
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Bloggers who only post screenshots of posts from other social media sites are not reliable sources of unbiased or accurate news btw. This should not be a controversial or surprising thing to say.
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makemeactup · 1 month
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The slut in me is quaking
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pinkrose05 · 2 months
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Thinking again about the fact that it was Sampo who gave Seele her scythe.
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isatoru · 13 days
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ok bro so i don't know how to make this post SDJFHSH and say hi hello i missed everyone without being awkward and facing cricket noises since it's been over a year since i’ve logged in LMFAO and ppl still following r gonna be like ??? but .... ASKDUSDL HELLO!!!!! 🙂‍↕️ to everyone that is still here ... <3
I MISSED YA'LL SM OMG ;---; i hope some of you still remember me so this won’t be too awkward 🙂‍↕️🙏
on that note!!!! i have returned because i have really bad gojo and isagi brainrot since rewatching/rereading jjk + getting into bllk fr this time LMAOO (also getou and rin... among others but currently mostly those!!) I AM ALSO CURRENTLY REWATCHING BNHA TOO AFTER SO SO LONG AND </3 getting back into that fs... shouto is currently hitting and i have not once thought abt him like that lmfaoo
+ i have so many fics i have completed that i want to post !!! i have been cooking in isolation and after much needed self growth and love in writing <3 ;v; (gojo, isagi, and nanami ones mostly lmaoo AND ALSO A SUKUNA SERIES I WANT TO POST) AND IDK WHAT TO POST FIRST LOL
also bro i want to yap about characters and arcs analysis sm lmao... i've gotten into just. writing analysis of stuff i read and get into -- i might even make a separate blog for that since i'm like heavily into berserk (like really bad bro, i willingly sat and wrote essays for fun during finals week just bc of berserk KJSDFH) and souls games too rn LMAOOO (bg3 as well perhaps if anyone is into that too!! i love shadowheart a lot... 500+ hours... and ow <3 1k+ yikes) i mostly just rlly wanna yap about blue lock and jjk and bnha somewhere even if it's to the void on here lmfaooo
also to the mutuals (that remain... <3) please do not be alarmed if u see me in ur notifs reblogging fics for my current faves and yapping in ur tags 🙂‍↔️ like in the next few days LMFAO i have been deprived of reading good fic for soooo long bruh and now im like. I NEED TO READ FOR GOJO AND ISAGI SO BAD…. i missed fic so bad...
would ya'll be chill if i posted writing out of the blue here lmao and changed my username ??... it wouldn't be too awkward ?? 🙂‍↔️ (for the username i will change it in a few days despite my impatience so i give everybody like a chance to get used to me being on their dash so it won't be too alarming LMAOO)
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auspicioustidings · 8 months
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The Blood Druid
Blue Blood Part 3
Summary: Continuation of the Wild Prince/The War Duke. Your lack of knowledge about the birds and the bees finally gets revealed.
Words: 1.9k (look this was supposed to be longer but my keyboard keeps randomly double spacing so everything is taking way longer and typing is making me want to commit homicide so take this while I wait until I can get a new one)
CW: Very light smut
Price and Kyle had been ever so eager to continue and you had promptly shoved them out of your chambers. You were embarrassed and confused and you hated that your body kept so easily melting like that. What was happening to you? Had men always held such sway over a woman's body and you had never known before? It scared you that they could so easily make you feel like you had caught fire and you did not care to be saved. If it was so easy, why had nobody done it before?
You screamed into your pillow, just wanting to not be the only one not in on the joke. They had certainly seemed very pleased with themselves, seeming almost indulgent when they had left after you had somewhat angrily told them to. Like you were some misbehaving little pet that they found adorable. Like they hadn't just made you go boneless and dumb in front of a true Blood Druid. You had thought the moniker was just meant to scare, never in your wildest dreams did you think this Kingdom would be as reckless as to have one amongst them.
Ok, time to think. Time to stop being a child and figure out what was going on. You could do this, you were, are? You are a damn Duchess, you can read and write and for goodness sake you can think. 
You had been told that touching yourself between your legs was sinful, the Prince had been able to predict that from your reactions. So it had been apparent then that you had not done so? Did the feeling lessen then over time, allowing you to maintain some sort of wit about you if you were experienced enough? He had said, oh Gods, he had said something about a finger inside. You blushed crimson, feeling the pulse of that liquid heat again at the thought. Inside you. Like the Duke's tongue had been? Oh no, your body was already getting so worked up even remembering. 
You lay on the bed on your back, taking shuddering breaths and trying to find some sense of calm. Ok. All you needed do was practice. If you were more accustomed to the feeling, you would not be as taken off guard next time. You may not be able to emulate the feeling of a rough tongue against you, but you dipped your fingers down your body, slower and more tentative than they had been this morning. 
You were already so slick from what the Duke had done, closing your eyes and sighing when you felt your body begin to react again. You were languid now, viewing this as an exercise in patience the same way you did with learning Latin. That's what this was, learning. You would learn what this was.
Clit, he had called that little nub you rubbed over your clit. It was such a moody thing, so particular about how it liked to be teased. Not too hard, not too fast. But then as your blood started rushing it wanted more pressure and a faster pace. You found when you thought of the Prince kneeling by your bath or the Duke kneeling by the wall sparks fired inside you and your wetness grew. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took the pads of your fingers away from the sensitive bundle, feeling the loss instantly. You slid your fingers down to your entrance, rubbing and biting your lip as you felt the catch of your fingertips on the dripping hole. 
You only used your middle finger to press. The sponginess of your insides was a foreign texture and the feeling of being squeezed by the twitching walls made you withdraw. It frustrated you to tears, not understanding what you were doing. How did two strangers know your body so much better than you did? And why was there some suggestion that they needed to know it in order to ready you for your husband? The wave of feeling inadequate made all that delicious heat turn to ash in your mouth and you withdrew your hand, punching it down into the plush mattress beside you with a whine of frustration. 
There was a knock at the door which was novel in a way, nobody seemed to ever bother knocking. You fixed yourself, thinking that if it were the Prince or the Duke you'd want to just pull them in, have them touch you again in the way you wanted. It made you feel both hot and mortified at the same time. You should send them away, make it clear you were no little pet to be made to purr whenever they wanted. You'd not find out which you would have done.
"Hope ye'll naw mind if I don't call ye Duchess, nae such thing where I bide."
Gods he was such a compelling creature up close. The elaborate fabric wrapped around him was held in place by nothing but clever donning, his hair was shorn on the sides and his eyes were so... Saints help you they were so warm and kind on you. You were in equal parts intrigued and terrified of this man, caught frozen in your doorway.
"Looking a bit peely-wally there hen, why don't we get ye some water hm?"
You moved in a stiff shuffle as he herded you to sit on the edge of the bed and filled a glass from the pitcher, giving you little sips which you almost choked on with how close he was to you. Close enough to tear through your throat with his teeth you thought, close enough to drink your blood. He sighed with a little grin, making sure you got some water before putting down the glass and falling back gracelessly to sit cross legged on the floor by your feet, leaning back on his arms.
"Yer feart of me."
That pride that had been slowly waking up these past few days came alive.
"I am not 'feart' of you. You may have conquered a Kingdom, but I am not a King."
“Ye think I button up the back wee yin? Yer feart because I’m a blood druid and the West has always been feart of what they don’t understand. If naw for your betrothed everyone here would be the same.”
“Ghost. The Prince said his name was Ghost. And you are John MacTavish.”
You weren’t sure why you felt the need to say it, but somehow it seemed important to let this man know that you had some knowledge. Big scary Blood Druid sat on your floor looking up at you, relaxed as anything. He was the third man who had lowered himself to be beneath you and it made something fizz, some animal instinct purring at the small act of submission from men so dominant.
“Simon. His name is Simon Riley. And aye, my name is John MacTavish. Johnny is fine if it’s you.”
“Johnny”, you tried it out, wrapping your tongue around it. He seemed pleased and you could not stop the annoyance blossoming on your face at how easily you had moved from terrified to having a casual conversation. 
He laughed, leaning forward to put his hands on your thighs and lean his head on one like some affectionate puppy, big eyes seeming liquid gazing up at you with such fondness.
“Ye look at me the way Simon does before he skelps me wee yin. Cannae give me that look if ye want me to behave all proper for ye,” he said, his hand on your free thigh squeezing. Gods, not again.
“Please…”
He perked up at the strained cry coming from you, head raising so he could look fully at you. Whatever he found in his appraisal seemed to change his mood, his eyes narrowing for a moment.
“Wit’s that worry for? Whit did Gaz say tae ye? I’m naw going tae take yer maidenhood, just going tae make you feel good. Get you ready.”
“I don’t understand what you mean!” you shouted at him, tears starting that you tried to hide behind your hands.
You felt so stupid. So small and weak and stupid. What did you need to get ready for? What did he mean by your maidenhood and why had he assumed you were worried he would take it rather than the truth that you were worried he would make you feel as his companions had and it would overwhelm you? Gone was that relaxed nature of his, instead he seemed tense. 
“Look at me” he said with such a steady command that you followed the instruction, dropping your hands. “Tell me whit ye ken about yer wedding night. Naw the one in this Kingdom, the one ye thought ye’d have in yours. The one yer ma would have told you about.”
“My mother died when I was born.”
“Who looked after ye then?”
“I- well there were servants that attended to me.”
“There must have been one that telt ye aboot yer womanhood aye? Taught ye about yer bleeding and whit it meant?”
“Of course” you huffed, “father was furious when I stained the sheets as a girl. They made sure to teach me how to hide it properly after that to not damage anything.”
The hand on your thigh tightened and then loosened rapidly a few times, but the man in front of you kept his expression neutral. 
“Yer wedding night, whit did they tell ye about it?”
“Well I… it happened very quickly. I wasn’t told anything before I was in the carriage and then I was alone for the journey.”
He blew out a breath, stood and bent to press lips to your forehead and then looked at you with such a ferocity in his eyes that you remembered every horror story about Blood Druids and thought them all surely true. 
“I’ll naw kill yer father without yer permission wee yin even though I should, fucking hackit wee shite that he is. Seems he left a good bit out of yer schooling.”
That horrible feeling of missing something came to a crescendo. This was confirmation enough that there were some important facts you were missing. Some knowledge held from you that meant you were defenceless against all these new sensations. And it was this monster who was the one to tell you. Although who was it that had always told you that men from the Northern Isles were monsters? His hand now against your face, rough thumb rubbing at your tears, did not feel like that of a monster.
“Gaz and Price I cannae guarantee will be able to stop themselves if they find oot that ye didnae even ken whit they were doing. Fuck hen, we’ve been mean tae ye haven’t we? Poor thing naw even knowing whit’s expected of ye from yer husband.”
“Don’t treat me like a child.”
“Aww dinnae get all bratty on me now jist cause yer mad ye dinnae ken anything,” he cooed, making you feel that way you had with Price, that pulsating anger.
“Well stop using it against me and teach me then!”
John MacTavish had never really pretended to be a good man. He was probably as close to a decent one as he reckoned a young lady could find, but certainly not good. If he were a good man he’d have left, found Kate and asked her to teach this little Duchess all about the romantic and erotic arts. But the temptation to lead you into a little snare wasn’t one he was inclined to ignore. Fuck you were so easily led, so predictably lashing out and giving him exactly what he wanted.
Oh he would be more than happy to teach you all about what you wanted to know, and he  was going to take his time doing it.
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shuacoustic · 2 years
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beomgyu: h- taehyun: 𝖎 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖍 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖙
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kaiserouo · 7 months
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I originally wanted to replay Titanfall 2 after watching Conduit trailer, but...
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I love that ≥≤ eyes sooooo much. I'm glad Houndy's prestige skin have that ≥≤ eyes, too.
Also since I actually remembered to enable timelapse this time...might as well put this here.
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catofoldstones · 7 months
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there’s something so weird and liminal about joining a fandom too late. I am out here reblogging posts from 2016, finding ground-breaking fan theories from 2013, and literally talking into the void over a tv show that died in 2019. It’s like entering a deserted town where me, 5 other riders and a dust mote are fighting over a can of expired tomato paste 😭
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I saw the barbie movie and cried.
Not because 'wow women c: , wow my mum' or a lot of the other, very valid reasons people have had.
I cried because i clearly am doing the woman thing wrong. How did i relate to not a single word, plot point etc. In the movie. I didnt get the men, i didnt get the women, i didnt get barbie land, i didnt get the real world.
The mum bit didnt get me, the feeling bit didnt get me.
The only bit was the billie eilish song at the end which sent me over the edge cuz all my head could think was 'what was i made for?'
Why tf am I here, why isnt my life experience not lining up, why is there a sum total of nothing. Why do i feel... nothing. Not pessimism, not optimism, not anger not joy.
Nothing
The big speech the mum did. I didnt get it. I know i wasnt raised in a particularly stereotyped household, my brother had a buggy, i had dinosaurs. I know i didnt have barbies, didnt watch disney, went to an all girls school. But i haven't been cat called, i haven't delt with men not treating me seriously... all genders and all people seem to always treat me equally as shit?
My headscarf maybe has fucked me over but i just... i didnt get it.
But im pretty sure its me, not the movie, i am just, kinda a falied human being... that's what I got from the barbie movie
Something went wrong in my life, i dont fit. I am a void. I sum total nothing. I am nothing. I dont exisit anywhere.
Maybe thatbis why in general i just... dont see myself in media.
I see belief systems i recognise, i see social interactions or little things that i recognise as having happened to me and thats relatable, but i have never once gone, omg its me.
I see hijabi, but beyond the hijab, I just dont get it.
Where am I supposed to go? What am I doing? Why am I such an anomaly, such a glitch.
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geek-antic · 2 years
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rainbowpufflez · 3 months
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Lily colored glasses
Get it cause— cause— ca—
NEVER LISTEN TO THIS SONG WHILE DRAWING THOSE MFS IT’LL RUIN YOU /j
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procuder · 6 months
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Let's see some of what they have sacrificed (a whole chapter lol I'm almost crying no I'm crying so hard rn I won't shut up about it) for that 'I want to be his friend' (my ass) scene! (I'm only choosing my favorite)
So, only after both of og lloyd and suho were on the train, before og lloyd got reincarnated btw ☺️ so we will see. What we were robbed just for half of chapter.
"Seriously? Are you still sulking?" Lloyd lifted his brow. "..." "What? Why? What? Don't look at me like that. Speak." "..." Ghost frontera didn't speak. But its gaze at Lloyd was distinctly different from a while ago. There wasn't anger, resentment, frustration, or any of the negative emotions that played across its eyes as it blewoff steam at Lloyd. The corners of Lloyd's lips rose slightly. "Hey, you're grateful but embarrassed for getting angry at me earlier, right?" "..." "I can see you flinching in guilt." "Oh, tsk... Come on." "If you're thankful, just say it. Don't curse me out."
And what's more funny is how suho cares for og lloyd lmao this is the proof that shows us how good person he is. And. You know. Yeah I'd rather not talking about how they portray his character out like that I cannot shut up.
"Hey, tell me if you feel motion sick." "Why?" "I'll remove the trap. That way, you can stick your head out and vomit." "I might as well just kick you out of the trap," growled Ghost Frontera. "Did you forget already how i beat you up after you tried to do that?" "No, I didn't, bastard," huffed Ghost Frontera. "Then let's just go reincarnate like a good boy. Anyway, how do you feel? What does it feel like to be the passenger of this monumental train?" "Well, nothing much." Ghost Frontera roughly scratched its jaw. "I want to get a drink. It's been a while."
Man...the more I write, the more sad I become when these good things are replaced with something. I don't know, you thought it was boring so you changed it? Even if it's just an unnecessary conversation but you know what? That allows readers to get to know the characters more. Get to know the character's attitude more. And can also relate more to that character...but...sigh. just. Sigh.
So I'm going to share my views on og lloyd right here. Tbh, he's a trash. Yes, he's inherently bad. And some people are just that bad no matter how good their family is. But if you try to analyze it through lloyd's pov on his home and his family. It's another kind. He finds his place boring and he is always dissatisfied with it. But with the little information we've gotten about what he was like when he was very young, and things he's noticed, even he considers them very boring. Of course, even though this bitch is a trash lol I never forgive him for what he had done (like-hate relationship for me and him lol)
Okay so. Hear me out. He did care for his family (*ahem* JAVIER EXCLUDED!!!!) but instead of changing himself he chose to let it be....yeah ykwim🤷‍♂️ As I've said before, he cares about his family and he knows he shouldn't have done that in the first place. But he was not the one to even say it because he thought he would do it in his next life. What makes you think that he'll do whatever tf he does in the webcomic? Lmao let me grab your collar and have some private discussion!!!
"You're heartless bastard. Don't you miss your family back there?" "No. My parents all passed away." Ghost Frontera paused for second before saying, "They say your family is always with you as long as they're in your heart. Cheer up, scumbag." "What are you saying?" Lloyd frowned with a smile. "Forget it. What about my parents? Are they well?" "Of course. They are as healthy as a horse." "Really?" "Yeah." Lloyd stared at Frontera. Then he continued in honesty, "Come to think of it, I'm relaying this news late. The Frontera family is no longer a barony." "What? What do you mean?" "It's county now." "Whaaat?" Ghost Frontera's eyes windened. "Surprising, right? I'm surprised too. Anyway, the count has resumed his hobby recently too." "Wood carving?" "Uh-huh. There are a bunch of wooden sculptures in the study already." "Then what about Mother's garden?" "It's still there. Oh, it has doubled in size. But I'm slightly worried about the count's back and knees." "What's up with that old man's back and knees?" "He's helping out with the gardening. He insists on crouching and giving a hand when he's not used to the work." "Tsk. I guess the man is still senseless as always." "Aren't you going to ask about Julian?" "Don't have to. He's a smart kid, so I'm sure he's doing well on his own."
And ;) they replaced these precious conversation with that. Changed long ass heartwarming conversation into 3 speech bubbles just to sped up the story and ooc'd literally every characters. I'm so okay sir. I'm completely okay.
This is just a part of chapter 243 you know TT you know how much we were robbed right? I am okay right now. It's not like I'm going to talk about how they manage to portray my king hellkaros like that too. Yeah I'm to tally okay with it!
Anyway, it's true that og lloyd cares about his family but, dumbass. he hated javier so much you know lee hyunmin-nim you already have read ch 408 how the hell did you manage to understand that 'wow this guy is actually a good person maybe he even wanted to be friends with javier too!' How????????????? He cared for his family, yes. And javier was there too? No. He's scumbag? Obviously. So he's a good person? NO DUMBASS. LOOK WHAT HE HAVE DONE TO EVERYONE AND TELL ME HOW.
Or are you just not good at writing complex characters? lol Not even mentioning what he was reincarnated as...
Qidjwkwiduiqoq I'm ; ;;; arugh. qidjqkqodk okay sir. well done.
I'll draw og lloyd and suho conversation soon ^^ watch me draw what it supposed to be soon! Watch me!!!!!!!
Also, how the hell again did you think he cared for his estate may i ask some simple question.
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nobodybetterlookatme · 4 months
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Not my phone disconnecting from my earbuds and connecting to the fucking car while I was listening to a wav 😭😭😭😭
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