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i just got stabbed and am throwing up all over the place rn btw!!

SPOILERS FOR THE LAST OF US S2 EP2 .ᐟ

okay i'm just gonna rant for a little bit so stick with me.

one. that death scene man. god. and i will say ellie crawling to joel is HEARTBREAKING. and also... abby breaking the fucking golf club. and that shot zooming out of ellie laying next to joel. along with ashley johnson's singing into the valley. i'm ILL.

now for some criticism...

i know alot of people are saying this but the pacing felt abrupt and there wasn't enough buildup!!! i've been talking to my friends about how i thought they would do it in ep3 or 4 this is NOT what i expected. and i feel like his death was just more cold and oddly sterile. the game made you live with that death and i feel like the show just uses it. and i don't know why they switched from the basement to the like living room area???? it felt much more sickening in the basement when it was dark. i don't know why it felt so much more disturbing so hopefully somebody explains why it feels like this lmao.

and i think what they could've done for ep2 instead was some scenes of joel and ellie’s strained reconnection. flashbacks to fill in time between seasons (their time in jackson, their awkward silence blah blah). joel teaching ellie guitar!! wish they had that guitar scene early on i genuinely love that scene so much! and to me it reinforces not just that he’s her father figure, but that he’s still shaping who she becomes. and maybe a tense moment where joel almost confesses what he did at the firefly hospital, adding to future conflict idk. and obviously abby's pov without the reveal. hate that they literally just tell you she's jerry's daughter this early. introduce abby and her crew, but withhold TELLING US EVERYTHING!! make us intrigued by her — not force us to empathize with her. let her and her group be a mystery. build suspense like the game! who are these people? why are they tracking someone? it’s better to be curious about abby than to be told we should understand her pain immediately.

also some scenes focused on the jackson life. give us scenes of joel, tommy, ellie, and dina in this insulated world. show their interactions, their daily routines, the illusion of safety. let joel have a moment of quiet and happiness! not to fake us out but to remind us what is being taken from ellie and us as the audience! oh yeah also i hate what they did with abby i'm sorry. it's been talked about alot before but abby's build IS important to her character!!! making her this short skinny girl is kinda crazy just saying!

yeah that's kinda it i literally just don't know what to do with myself and this is really poorly worded but rip joel. again. my goat ❤️

just started ep2...... eek

Do you know how fucked up your team has to be for Bucky Barnes to be the most stable member

superbat might not be everyone's cup of tea but you have to admit "person who wears glasses as their secret identity but doesn't need them" and "person who avoids wearing glasses until they absolutely have to" is a hilarious dynamic for a relationship.

WONKA

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WILLY WONKA

chocolate maker — NSFW one shot.

early relationship — drabble, fluff.

the house was quiet, the kind of stillness that only existed in early mornings, when the world hadn't quite woken up yet, but your brain was already humming with the simple rhythm of eggs sizzling in a pan and toast ticking in the toaster.

sunlight spilled through the kitchen window in long, honey colored beams, softening the edges of everything. you stood barefoot at the stove, wearing one of nate’s old t-shirts that hit you mid thigh, sleeves too long, fabric worn thin from years of washes and adventure dust. the only sound was the faint hiss of breakfast cooking… until you heard the floorboards creak behind you. you glanced over your shoulder and smiled. nathan drake, world famous treasure hunter, was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking like he’d been hit by a truck made of sleep. his hair was a mess, shirt rumpled from twisting in the sheets, pajama pants hanging low on his hips. but the thing that caught your eye, the thing that made you pause, was the fact that he was wearing his glasses. you rarely saw them. he usually only pulled them out when he was reading something fine print, or up late sorting through notes. he hated wearing them. said they made him feel old. vulnerable. but this morning? he’d clearly just grabbed them without thinking. they were a little crooked on his nose, still fogged from the heat of upstairs. you turned back to the stove, biting your lip around a grin. “morning, professor.”

he let out a gravelly huff that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “that obvious?”

you slid the eggs off the heat and looked back again, your eyes soft now. “you look good.”

he squinted at you through the lenses, already reaching up to pull them off. “nah, i look like my dad.”

you crossed the kitchen before he could take them off, catching his wrist gently mid-movement. “i said— you look good. keep ’em on. it’s kinda hot.”

his eyebrow arched, the beginnings of a smirk curling on his lips. “hot?”

you leaned in close, your hand brushing against his chest as you reached up and straightened the glasses on his nose with a featherlight touch. “mmhmm. the whole retired adventurer turned domestic husband with glasses look? big win.”

he chuckled, hands finding your waist like they always did. “you keep talking like that, and i'll forget about breakfast.”

“you say that like it’s a threat.”

he kissed you, soft and slow, tasting like sleep and warmth and everything safe. when he pulled back, he was still close enough for his glasses to bump lightly against your forehead.

“seriously, though,” he murmured, “you always this perfect in the morning?”

you wrinkled your nose. “i’m literally in my pajamas.”

“exactly.” he pressed another kiss to your cheek, then your jaw. “perfect.”

you rolled your eyes and laughed, dragging him toward the kitchen island with one hand while the other gestured toward the food. “sit down, professor. eat before the eggs get cold.”

he obeyed, dropping into the chair with a groan and rubbing his face, glasses askew. “married life’s rough.”

you set a plate in front of him and ruffled his already wild hair. “yeah. poor you.”

jason eats you out like a man STARVED.

I’m talking straight after patrol, he’ll come back to your apartment through your window. The familiar thud of his boots on your wooden floor not unnoticed by you, and as soon as he gets a sight of you, the smell of you, he’s ready.

He wouldn’t even say ‘hello’ and you couldn’t even get out a ‘how was patrol?’ before he’s leaping onto you, grabbing you swiftly and hoisting you onto his lap as he walks over to your bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress with a thud.

It would all be a blur, the way he’d rip off your panties and glare up through his lashes with desperation, lust and desire. The way he’d lean down, position himself between your thighs and lay the sweetest open mouthed kisses on your skin onto to be replaced with harsh bites that leave marks for days due to his sharp teeth.

You would let out the most angelic, pornographic gasps and screams and he loves it. Call him sadistic for loving those little screams of pain and pleasure that escape your lips, hell just laugh in your face because you both know you love it.

He’d grab onto your thighs with his calloused hands, fingertips digging into your flesh whilst he licks a long stripe on your cunt. His tongue swiping through your folds, collecting and savouring the warm slick that’s been gathering all night. “—been thinking about me, baby?” his voice a low murmur, breathy and ready to devour you whole.

You can only nod, eyes closed and head leaned back against your pillows as he begins his feast. He’d literally make out with your pussy, wetness all over his chin. Lewd noises filling the four walls, your hands clasping down onto the sheets whilst your toes curl. You needed this. You needed him.

He’d lean in further, and you’d moan so loudly when his tongue dips into your hole, teasing your gummy walls before he retreats, and replaces his tongue with his two thick digits.

The sound that would escape your mouth would be heavenly, his fingers were so big, they stretch you out perfectly and the way he’d pumping in and out whilst his tongue flicks and sucks at your clit, nose occasionally bumping at your sensitive bud makes you see stars.

He knows when you’re close, when your cunt start squeezing him, never leaving him go, never letting him leave and he just coos. Your mouth gawping open and moaning, gasping, panting his name whilst his free hand would come to rest on your stomach lovingly, “.. don’t worry, baby, let it out..”

“Jason— ahh— fuck..! mmh—“ your gasps all hazy, fuzzy, you’d be literally grinding onto his face and nose chasing your high. And when it hit, you’d let out the most intense scream, juices seeping down onto his chin, all over his face and he’d get up like it was nothing. Sitting up between your thighs, looking all messy and gorgeous with pupils blown out.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his mouth, he’d prop himself up onto his elbows, “—think you can handle another ?”

He was truly a messy eater.

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a/n: jaybae don’t play about his girls pussy. periodt. also i wrote this half asleep.

I censored it because I don’t know how tumblr works but I’ll be uncensored on insta annny way eat up you scoundrels

the tariffs are making life is strange 80 dollars...

the suspension of the indus waters treaty by india isn’t just a diplomatic blunder, it’s an existential threat to pakistan. india’s move to weaponize water—an act that blatantly disregards decades of international law and cooperation—is a stark violation of the spirit of the 1960 treaty, which was hailed as one of the few successful examples of cooperation between two deeply divided nations. for pakistan, this treaty was more than a technical agreement; it was a lifeline, ensuring access to the waters that sustain 80% of its irrigated agriculture. india’s threat to disrupt this flow, a reaction born from the latest kashmir violence, is a strategic misstep that doesn’t just endanger pakistan’s economy, but its very survival. the indus river system, which is entirely controlled by india upstream, has been a flashpoint of geopolitical manipulation since partition. the first major attempt to weaponize water occurred in 1948 when india blocked pakistan’s access to the rivers, resulting in the 1960 negotiations. the treaty that followed was a testament to the understanding that even in a region rife with conflict, some issues transcended politics. yet, india’s current approach echoes the cynical unilateralism that has defined its treatment of pakistan since the 1947 partition, where strategic interest always trumped mutual benefit. also, india's suspension of the simla agreement, which was signed after the brutal 1971 war, is a major blow to any remaining avenues of bilateral dialogue. that agreement was a cornerstone of post conflict diplomacy, aimed at fostering peaceful coexistence despite the traumatic legacies of war. india’s withdrawal from this framework further proves the extent to which it’s willing to abandon even the most basic principles of peace and stability in favor of militarized nationalism. pakistan, already facing economic turmoil, is now confronted with an india that seems determined to provoke an escalation at every turn. whether through water, trade, or the military skirmishes at the line of control. meanwhile pakistan has consistently called for dialogue, for diplomacy, and for adherence to international treaties. yet, it finds itself isolated, with india leveraging its military and economic dominance, while pakistan faces the perilous consequences of its own limited geopolitical maneuverability. india’s military first strategy, emboldened by a nuclear arsenal, undermines the possibility of any meaningful de-escalation, putting the entire region on the brink of catastrophe.

to frame this as merely another india-pakistan flare up is to ignore the broader narrative of asymmetry and historical injustice. india, with its economic and military supremacy, seeks to impose a new order that threatens pakistan’s sovereignty at every turn. pakistan’s calls for peace are drowned out by india’s relentless aggression, leaving pakistan with little choice but to stand firm. now, will the world stand by as india reshapes the subcontinent’s geopolitical map at the expense of its smaller neighbor, or will it hold india accountable for actions that risk a wider catastrophe?

when we got leo there was one rule, we said: 'never will leo sleep in the bed with us'. he sleeps every night with us 😭