got to assume it is

No, no. I think most people got that Sangwoo never actually used his dick on Bum. But a lot of people, including me, were really confused about Sangwoo’s motivations throughout this whole scene. I think a lot of us (wrongly) thought Sangwoo was trying to hurt Bum, when in fact he was doing his usual thing of trying to be a good boyfriend and failing miserably. 

I think the reason we got confused is because we assumed Sangwoo would be pleased after Bum killed Jieun. It was a huge shock to the system when Sangwoo got angry and threw a bitchfest and tried to throw Bum out of the house for not appreciating his gift. 

I didn’t realize, until I re-read the chapter, that by the time Sangwoo picks up the dildo, he’s not mad at Bum anymore. Bum refusing to leave and running back into the house probably reassured him a bit. So, bizarre as it may sound, Sangwoo raping Bum is his way of trying to calm him down and make him feel better. He genuinely believes Bum’s cries to stop are just an act, because he believes Bum has a rape fantasy (and he’s probably not entirely wrong.) 

I don’t think Sangwoo is getting sexual gratification out of the situation, at least not at first. He probably gets into it more later when Bum starts saying romantic stuff about wanting to be with him forever. But before that, Sangwoo isn’t doing this for fun. He’s doing it out of obligation to his new husband. 

As for whether Bum wanted it…it’s hard to say. I think he got off on some parts of it, but he’s out of his mind right now and doesn’t really know what he wants. I think after he finds out Sangwoo is using a dildo, he stops enjoying himself.   

Up High, Down Low

Kiss Prompt #17 (height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes) with Fenhawke for @beetle-ships-it-all <3 
ILU BEETLE (and I promise more!)

[side note: these kissfics are now being added to a series on ao3 that you can find here]


There were some things Hawke often forgot about: eating, if he was particularly busy and no one reminded him; watching his own back in combat, as he got preoccupied with his chosen target and assumed someone would watch it for him; and just how much smaller than him Fenris really was. The elf was wicked strong, wielding his two-handed greatsword with deceptive ease and charging with devastating force into ranks of their enemies, stunning or bowling over most he came in contact with. When they fought, it didn’t matter how tall Fenris was (unless Varric was their archer, he supposed).

And they fought a lot, especially in those early years, scrapping to make a living. And really, Fenris’s height had never mattered, not for a long time, because as interested as Hawke was in the captivatingly beautiful, hauntingly mysterious elf, he wouldn’t push him. Couldn’t push him without the chance of spooking him and scaring him off. Hawke wouldn’t take the chance of Fenris accepting his advances simply out of a feeling of obligation, a way to repay him for helping with the slavers that night they met.

So once it did start mattering, Hawke figured it was to be expected that he would sometimes misremember Fenris’s height. There were a lot of other things he had his mind on, after all; worrying about the state of the city and the constant clashes between Meredith and Orsino, the passive way Elthina watched from her Chantry, the people in the streets looking to him to solve their problems because no one else was doing anything. Which made things all the more confusing when he turned from his front door to bid Fenris a good night after a long day fixing things and found the elf’s face on a level with his own, soulful green eyes shining at him. He blinked. Fenris was this tall? That didn’t seem quite right.

“Fenris?”

“Shh,” Fenris said. He reached out with one gentle, spike-gauntleted hand to catch Hawke’s arm, still armored itself, and tug him closer.

Their lips met, cautious and tentatively seeking, this dance one they were yet learning all the steps to. Hawke moaned, the dry warmth of Fenris’s lips his undoing as they slowly parted to allow Fenris’s tongue to dart against him, encouraging him to open. He wrapped his other arm around Fenris’s waist, careful of the tendency the armor joints had of pinching flesh and snagging garments. Fenris hummed, a low, pleased sound, and shifted his grip from Hawke’s arm to the gorget under his chin. Hawke had a moment of confusion before Fenris pulled, dropping down and forcing Hawke to dip his head if he wanted to keep kissing Fenris. Which he did, he really did.

So he ducked his head, craned his neck, snugged Fenris closer to his breastplate, and stolidly ignored the crick forming down the top of his spine. He peeked though, twisting his head to look down at Fenris’s feet. Flat on the ground. Huh. Right. Fenris was short, he reminded himself, the top of his head coming only as high as Hawke’s chin. Which, he’d found to his delight a week ago, was perfect for resting his chin on to elicit an amused grumble after a battle.

Fenris hmm’d a questioning sound at Hawke’s movement, nearly pulling away before Hawke came back to himself. He used the considerable strength coiled in his arm around Fenris’s waist to lift the elf onto the edge of one of the planters outside the door. It honestly didn’t matter to him that his mother had begun the process of digging up the old plants and putting in new ones; all that mattered was that it put Fenris, flat-footed, even with Hawke.

He broke away, kissed the corner of Fenris’s mouth, and smiled at him when the elf opened his eyes. Fenris shifted his feet in the dirt that had spilled out of the planter, creating a cleaner spot to stand in, then smirked, threaded his gauntlet through Hawke’s hair, and slotted their lips together again.

Hello everyone, my name’s Cedric. I was born in a town called Torridon in Scotland, and went to school in London until I earned my doctorate in medical science. I’m the medical examiner for San Francisco police department, and I’ve got hundreds of interesting stories, assuming you don’t mind the gory details. I also model sometimes. Come talk to me on hangouts at undeadmodel

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-SO I took these pictures for @blesstale initially because she ordered all this stuff for me from our shop as a celebration for our first design together–! THEN I THOUGHT “HEY THESE LOOK P COOL, I’LL SHARE THEM WITH MY BEAUTIFUL TUMBLR FRIENDS!” so enjoy these!!!

@happykittyshop made that AMAZING Dre plush with her two skilled hands and, she’s actually still selling them right now so go check it out too if you’re interested!!!

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An anon in my inbox was asking about how the bokuro got together and let’s just say it was an eventful day

Why I Love Connor Murphy (and why his character isn’t an innocent one)

Hello y’all, I’ve seen Too Much discourse in the DEH fandom recently on the part of people liking Connor and not liking Alana and Zoe enough, so here’s some of my thoughts on the matter (in no perfectly organized order) as well as some headcanons that I have which are supported by evidence in the show.

Connor Murphy was clearly a deeply fucked up kid. Signs of different mental illnesses should have been abundantly clear to his parents from the get-go, but they obviously weren’t (outward violent aggression towards teachers, isolation of himself from other peers, etc.) Connor was clearly crying for help in the only way that he could, through violence, and it’s clear that his dad was resistant to putting him into therapy. Then, (I’m assuming in middle school/early high school) he got into hard drugs (which ones we’re never explicitly told) and attempted suicide. Finally, after that, he goes to rehab, but the ride isn’t over yet. 

Zoe mentions him banging on her door threatening to kill her for ‘no reason.’ so we can assume some things.

1. Connor was either high or mid-manic episode.
2. He did not have full control of his actions.

This, of course, could never excuse abusive behavior, but it does explain it and gives room for us to assume that this was before rehab. After rehab, he comes back to school, and I’m going to assume that though he had gotten better, he wasn’t quite good enough. He started self medicating with pot and other less harmful/addictive drugs (”I don’t want you going to school high, Connor.” the way this line is delivered makes me assume that Mrs. Murphy knows Connor smokes pot and cares but only in the context of school.) to try and calm his depression/bipolar/psychotic NOS (I believe he was schizophrenic.)

Connor Murphy was not excusable in his actions, but I love him because he was a tragic character who reminds me of myself. And besides, none of the characters in this show are perfect.

Now, getting to Connor’s mental state during the week that he killed himself:

Very up and down, we see him being nice to Evan (signing his cast, laughing with him, etc.) in one scene, but in the next he sees Zoe’s name and instantly becomes extremely paranoid/panicked because he thinks that Evan is out to get him. He’s constantly worried about being labeled a “freak” (due to constant bullying from almost everyone.) And he keeps the note for two days in his pocket (not at school) and kills himself with it still there. 

Connor Murphy was mentally ill and his mom was the only one who gave very much of a shit about it (Zoe did too, I think, but she didn’t know how to deal with it.) and that’s all, Connor Murphy deserves our love not because he was a good or nice character, but because he had the potential to be. 

I mean, imagine if he had been properly rehabilitated and continued therapy? 

One time I was reading a story on @sixpenceee blog out loud, the story was ‘don’t blink’. And my door was open and my brother was across the room. When I finished the story my brother yelled “I’m scared to blink now” now that’s some sixpenceee shit there.

ok so I see a lot of klance that’s like “oh you’re gonna flirt with me? NOT IF I FLIRT WITH YOU HARDER” and I applaud that, and it’s adorable, BUT CONSIDER

-lance actually knowing nothing 

-talks a big game but actually dies when confronted 

yeah I know he’s competitive about literally everything else BUT he would get SO FLUSTERED if keith tried something L I S T E N

-keith finally does something about all the sexual tension

-after training one day he pulls lance aside as the other paladins leave

-pidge notices and gives keith a thumbs up before getting out, personally making sure no one stays and grinning like a maniac

-lance’s head is racing. oh my god. what did I do. what does he want. he decides to attempt breaking the ice

-“dude what even was your form on the last exercise, you got hit like fifteen times”

-lance is an idiot. 

-keith kind of looks at him like ‘does he actually not know’ and tells him he wants to go somewhere else with him and starts not-so-subtly waking toward his bedroom 

-lance is oblivious but jokes about it on the way

-“wow buddy what are you getting at here hmmm seems pretty scandalous"

-keith is actually dying lance is such an idiot why does he have to like him

-they finally get there, keith leans in, and lance gets sO RED because OH MY GOD HE ACTUALLY WAS GETTING AT THIS WHAT DO I DO 

-keith does not mind taking the lead lance certainly doesn’t either

-keith ceaselessly teases him about how completely bombastic lance’s arrogance was

-just

-lance is an idiot

Meta: Izaya and Post-Ketsu Penitence

Orihara Izaya is very good at running.

He spends almost the entirety of the main Durarara canon running; mainipulating, yes, conniving and plotting and doing his utmost to cause as much trouble as possible, but also running, from Shizuo, from his feelings, from what he wants, from all the unhappiness that becomes more and more clear as the story continues. And finally it catches up with him, when he’s too tired or has lost too much of his will to keep running anymore.

There’s much to be said about that final fight he and Shizuo have with each other: how structured it is, how different Shizuo’s approach is, how half-hearted all Izaya’s attempts to fight back seem; but most important is that Izaya was never meant to survive it. He makes this more than clear even explicitly in canon, when he says that it’ll be worth dying if he can take the monster of the city down with him; and while Shizuo’s own death doesn’t seem to be a necessity, Izaya certainly views his own that way. (“Do it, monster.”) He goes into that fight ready to die, prepared to die, expecting to die; and then he doesn’t, and he’s forced to confront exactly that future that he had hoped to avoid.

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anonymous asked:

What is munch box gate?

(I think I typed it wrong in that other post, it’s supposed to be Bunch Mox Gate, because Jamie Benn is a thirteen year old boy. It appears he thought that by switching the first letters he was… accomplishing something other than admitting to the world that he doesn’t like to go down town. Although Bunch Moxageddon is my new favorite title lmao)

The Story of How the Internet Dragged Jamie Benn (And How Jason Demers’ Popularity Among Female Fans Skyrocketed)

um… so yeah just follow that link and read all of the amazing tweets dragging my best boy to hell and back. (this is… all about oral sex, so just be warned if that’s not something you want to read. It’s not explicit, just LOTS of puns). Also #Dumbmers??? Come on Jamie lmao

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*Xuezhang = Upperclassman/senpai

**These characters are from ‘Their Story’

Second year Xuezhang meets first year Qin Xiong aahhh!

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anonymous asked:

How do you want the KS to end?

I got a few possibilities I’d be down with:

  • Both committing suicide together and being found lying side by side, most likely down in Sangwoo’s basement.
  • Going out in Bonnie and Clyde style by the police, if that’s possible. 
  • The two landing in prison together– since Sangwoo got Bum into killing alongside him, I assume Bum would also get into the same level of imprisonment as Sangwoo. 
  • Sangwoo receiving the death penalty and Bum was let off since it was somehow proven he did what he did out of necessity to survive– but he can’t function anymore without being under Sangwoo’s heel, and he either goes off the deep end permanently or commits suicide to join Sangwoo.

That’s about it.

ace-of-aoba-jousai  asked:

"I can't loose you again"

Hajime closes his eyes, face pressed against the cold sheets on the hospital bed.

It’s weird, really. It doesn’t seem to matter that they’ve been here all day. It doesn’t seem to matter that the bed has been occupied, or that Hajime has spent the better part of the day with his head pressed against them, or his hands fisted in them.

He tilts his head to the side, inhaling a sharp breath. His back hurts. He’s been in this uncomfortable chair for far too long, but he can’t even think about leaving. It’s hard enough for him to get up and walk down the hall to the vending machine to get drinks. He’s still grateful for Issei, who brought him sandwiches for dinner - even if right now they’re still sitting on the table, uneaten.

Hajime sighs, knowing that he’s not going to get even a few hours of sleep - and the hospital staff are breaking the rules in letting him stay here, all because of who Tooru is. 

Tooru…

It’s unfair that he looks so peaceful.

How can he look so peaceful when everything that Hajime knows is falling apart?

Hajime shfits his gaze, moving over to Tooru, who is lying in the hospital bed. His hair’s a mess - he’d no doubt be frantically trying to fix it, were he awake.

Were he awake… why isn’t he awake?

He’ll wake up anytime, the doctors had said. 

The surgery went fine, the doctors had said. He’s strong. He’ll recover.

Only now it’s been two days and there is no explanation as to why he’s still unconscious. Hajime hangs on to those words, though, needing them more than he’d like to admit. 

Raising a hand, Hajime moves to brush some hair from Tooru’s face. He rubs a thumb over his cheek. His skin is so soft. Unfairly so - yeah, Hajime knows that he swears by his expensive face cream, but it’s more than that. His skin always feels like this, even when he’s too busy for his morning beauty routines, even when they take their yearly summer camping trip, when they haven’t showered properly in a week and spend every early morning tangled together, slowly waking each other up with kisses.

Hajime’s never missed those trips quite as badly as he does now.

They haven’t had enough time together. They just haven’t. They’ve only been together properly for two years, after life ripped them apart once. Hajime’s not ready to give him up a second time.

The hours bleed away, the moon hanging low in the sky, just outside the window. Hajime rests his head in his hands, gaze dropping back to the bed. He can’t even bring himself to check his phone. It’s all that he can do to watch the clock, and think about Tooru, think about-

Tooru.

Hajime feels a shift, and his entire body immediately tenses. He rips his gaze back up to Tooru’s face, and everything starts to turn fuzzy when he sees him moving, twitching, eyes fluttering open-

“Hajime?” His voice is low and heavy, hardly discernible over the relentless thrumming of Hajime’s heart. “I…” He starts, confused, eyes trying to take everything in, frantically, “I, I-”

“Shhh, baby, it’s - it’s okay,” Hajime whispers, hands moving to cup Tooru’s face, thumbs brushing his jawline.. Tooru still looks dazed, but he nods, Hajime’s touch warm and familiar. “Oh-Tooru, thank god, baby, I… I can’t lose you again,” Hajime whispers, leaning in to press their foreheads together. Tooru’s forehead feels cold, and he reaches over to press the call button to alert the nurse that Tooru’s awake.

Tooru lets out a soft breath, pressing up a little into the touch. He lays his hands on top of Hajime’s, threading their fingers together. He’s a little shaky, but Hajime holds him strong. Keeps him whole. 

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Tooru says, smiling into Hajime’s breathy laugh, happy to welcome the series of kisses that help warm his core and breathe life into his soul once again.

Super Angsty Starters (ask box open!) 

Okay hear me out: the critical role cast has some issues when it comes to lgbt+ representation & interacting with fans.

I know it’s easy to look at fans being upset over Marisha’s comments about Keyleth’s sexuality & think fans are “demanding”, “asking too much”, “intruding on a private game”. These are all accusations I’ve seen in the last 24 hours. It’s important to remember that this has all come up because Marisha was joking about f/f attraction on the stream. She has Keyleth say she wanted to see Vex’s breasts and it spiraled from there. 

Fans are reacting to this because Keyleth being bi/questioning/etc will remove the sting of this conversation. 

Confirming a character as exploring something other than heterosexuality (however badly it’s done) is still better than using other sexualities as a punchline. 

And the critical role cast does this. It does this a lot. Here are a few from the top of my head:

  • the purposeful misgendering of raishan (mainly by sam)
  • grog’s ‘boyfriend’  Kerrek
  •  scanlan’s many, many jokes about sex with men*
  • laura’s whole ‘haha maybe vex will get a gf ;) jk she’s been in love with percy this whole time’
  •  hell, vax’s romance with gilmore started off as liam trying to flirt the price of goods down. to his credit he committed to it for a while, but then he followed the bisexual trope of finding the ‘right’ person of a different sex and choosing them instead.

*sam had been joking about scanlan and men for months before finally discussing the topic seriously on twitter. even then he just said “not 100% heterosexual”. it’s progress, but there’s still a way to go

“but emma, they have good intentions! you have to be patient and respectful of the cast!” my dudes i dont have to respect someone who treats the representation of my community like a novelty shirt they can wear for a day and take off later. i know they’re trying, i know they’re learning, but they still need to apologize when they make a mistake. no one is asking for blood, folks. 

This could have been avoided (or certainly at least reduced) if Marisha hadn’t initially been so evasive on twitter. the unwillingness to confirm anything read as Marisha wanting to continue the trend of joking about lgbt+ representation. it was a dismissal. 

i love Marisha, god knows i defend her until i’m red in the face, but no one gets a universal pass. she’s an adult and she knew she upset people. it wouldn’t have cost her anything to tweet something like “hey i didn’t think about keyleth’s speech last night and i’m sorry that it came across as a cheap joke. i’d like to explore keyleth’s sexuality more & this will take time bc she’s inexperienced. please bear with me as both she and i figure this out”

that’s literally all she needed to do.

the cast struggles when it comes to apologizing to the lgbt+ community. we just need to look at how they handled the situation with j’mon’s misgendering. matt actually used the “dont get mad at your allies” speech, something i know a lot of us (myself included) have heard before. again, mistakes are going to happen. people slip up, we know this, but you still apologize for mistakes. you dont get to say “hm i dont think what i did caused you any harm”. you have to step back and say “oh i upset you? that wasnt my intention and i’m very sorry for that. this is new to me and i hope i will do better in the future”

final thoughts:

-this isn’t a private game anymore. this is a show that many of us pay money to access. that doesn’t give us the right to make demands, but it does give us the right to ask that our sexuality and gender aren’t treated as a joke. it gives us the right to ask a cast member if they were serious when they flirted with the idea of their character not being straight. 

-the problem isn’t that keyleth is questioning. the problem is that the cast has a tendency to joke about these things and then never return to it, as if lgbt+ representation is a tap you can turn on or off. (sam is the only exception i can think of, but again that wasn’t confirmed on screen.) minority groups shouldn’t be treated like this.

-it’s not entitlement to ask that your sexuality isn’t a punchline. it’s not demanding to ask for clarification. it’s not asking too much for an apology. 

if straight actors dont want to seriously consider non-heterosexual orientations, then they dont get to make jokes about sexuality.