Also while I'm putting coins into my Breath of the Wild hater jar, it was really cool how the Zelda series was progressively getting at least a little better about its fantasy races in each installment for the last few games (although still not good, but a lot better). And then Breath of the Wild decided that this was the perfect opportunity to bring back the Gerudo. From Ocarina of Time. The brown-skinned race of women all dressed like belly dancers who's buildings are all adorned in an Islamic star and crescent, and who are textually described as a "race of thieves". And these are the only non-white people in the game. And Breath of the Wild, in 2016 (and again in ToTK in 2023) was like. Yes. This is the aspect of Zelda we should bring back. This overtly racist caricature of Arab folks that hasn't been seen in the series in a decade and a half. And we should change absolutely nothing about them that made that section of the game in Ocarina of Time rancid and lock it behind an extended Pervert Man in Dress transphobia segment. And then this game sold more than god and was universally acclaimed. And people still draw Link in the fetishy orientalist Gerudo crossdressing outfit like it's funny and progressive
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like holy shit britt lower and john turturro. like the utter lack of chemistry. the awkwardness. the venom. to melt away instantly. the way we knew without doubt helly was back. the sudden softness of irv’s “sorry”s. like i’m fucking foaming at the mouth
Hey!! Chloe Charming here, the best Charming sibling! I am the captain of swords and shields and a tourney player and it’s my first year at Auradon Prep!
I was homeschooled and took special classes before coming to Auradon Prep to further my socialization skills, NOT THAT THEY’RE BAD!!! I AM GREAT AT SOCIALIZING TRUST ME!!! BELIEVE ME!!!!
I’m obviously Cinderella and Prince Charming’s daughter, and Chad’s younger sister, I’m like him but better! Second time’s the Charm! Hehe, get it?
I have many achievements and I’m proud of them all and I have a lot of friends too! You know like Red! …And well- Red!! And I guess Robbie and Luis and there’s that other one…Uhm…Red’s sister- Uh-!! PINK!!! And the VKs too like Hazel, the Smees, and Felix! And Max…Max…Hello everyone, love you all lots!!! Don’t mind any…Outbursts? I’m stable, I promise!!! Trust me!!! Believe me!!!!
I spent my whole life in Cinderellasburg and I spent a few months under the reign of the Queen of Hearts, not that anyone’s supposed to know…It’s a big secret I guess. But my mom always taught me that honesty is the most important thing-!! Even if she taught me it’s alright to lie and break the rules despite teaching me that rules are meant to be followed despite not believing that herself??? I’m so confused!!! And I’m frustrated too. With myself only.
My entire reality is gone and I know even less about who I am anymore. I replaced a version of me that could’ve been perfect and I am nothing like her at all. I might be nothing entirely if it weren’t for Red…Believing I could still be human even after Orientation…It’s a complicated mess, she’s starting to regain memories of this timeline’s version of her and I have none. Maybe I was doomed to die or be evil in every universe, but Red doesn’t want me thinking like that. And Red is my everything because I am nothing.
But that’s all depressing and I am fine!!!
I’ve also tried techniques to remove the stitches and scaring on my neck from…Back then. But nothing has worked, mom and dad still don’t know where they’re from either, mom hardly recognized me at all when I found her again. I considered asking Maddox for help, but I don’t know if he remembers putting me back together. Even then I’m terrified that my head will fall off again.
I know it’s a lot to confess!! I know I ramble and get off track so easily, but I just want to feel human again and I want an identity back, the only one I have is when I’m around Red and I want to be better for her.
Feel free to ignore all of that…Wow I don’t even know where it all came from! Uhhhh feel free to interact though! I’m an open fairytale!
(Woah uhm dumb au Chloe blog!!! Undead Chloe is from an au where Maddox finished the pocket watch after Bridget took over Wonderland. Chloe had attempted to save her mom which got her killed as well until Bridget told Maddox to fix her for some odd reason. Everyone feel free to interact!! Rp blogs, PLEASE reach out, whether you’re an au character blog or a canon character blog or an oc blog, everyone is welcome!! Also questions are much appreciated!! Answering questions in character is fun and allows me to understand my characters more as well as certain questions let me focus on certain aspects of a character!! Of course not all interactions have to be questions!!! And don’t be weird, Chloe and the mod are both minors)
just thinking about the way leon would fuck you after being gone for so long <3 (wc; 643)
he would have been gone for days — weeks maybe — on another covert operation. one you couldn’t have any knowledge of for you safety, and just for the safety of the op and everyone involved.
weeks of lonely days and nights alone in your apartment that you shared with him, the quiet eerie and unsettling because even though leon was a quiet person, he still made the place more alive.
it’d been weeks of getting off on your own — for the both of you. only the thought of each other enough to suffice. not forever, though. you’d spent the nights he was away either sleepless, or fucking yourself with your own fingers, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of yourself until you fell asleep from exhaustion. but of course, no one did it like leon did. no one — not even yourself — could make you cum as hard as he did.
the night he’d come home was like any other of his arrivals home. a mixture of sweetness and lust. gentle kisses and whispers of how much you missed each other. carnal actions and rough touches because this was how you showed your love, how you showed how you really missed each other.
you didn’t just miss each other’s bodies, of course not. no, you missed him. yes, his touch, how he could reduce you to a crying mess within minutes. but he was more than that. you just missed him.
it always started either in the foyer of the apartment, or the living room. there were a few times it started in the kitchen — one night a few months ago he’d managed to surprise you while you were cooking. obviously dinner was long forgotten as he replaced the meal with the taste of you as you laid on the counter, legs thrown over his shoulders as he devoured you with an urgency that should have alarmed you.
but tonight, it began as it usually did. you’d greeted him at the door upon hearing his car in the driveway. as soon as he’d opened the door, you had thrown your arms around his neck, his own strong ones circled around your middle. quick kisses and whispers of greeting were pushed aside quickly and replaced by needy touches and deep, carnal kisses.
it ended up in the bedroom, as usual. your back against the plush mattress, your body caged by leon’s as he kissed down your body, clothes long since discarded so he could have access to you fully. his hands would be practically groping you, large palms running along the warm, exposed flesh of your torso. his fingers — along with his mouth, of course — ended up between your thighs. his favorite pastime, tasting you, as he liked to tease.
his fingers and tongue worked in dangerous tandem, making your mouth drop open, your eyes falling closed as your fingers gripped his hair. before you could actually tip over that impending edge, he pulled back. always keeping you on your toes.
it was then he began to drill into you. needy fervor with a mixture of soft kisses that contrasted with the harsh snap of his hips against yours. sweet whispers of how much he missed you were echoing in your ears, drowned out by the sound of your own whines and moans.
it went on that way — he’d fuck you until you both came, and give you a quick rest before going right back to it. sometimes he’d be on top, other times you’d ride him until your legs gave out and he’d have to thrust up into you from below. either way, it lasted for what felt like forever.
you hated when he was gone, but you’d never grow tired of how insatiable he was when he came home. sweet and loving, harsh and rough all at once. that was your favorite version of leon.
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Like any other lil 2000s baby bat, I was obsessed with Hot Topic back in the day.
I thought it was a different and unique store and I felt like a emo kid in a candy store everytime I go in.
However, ever since it went corporate, it has lost its flavor and its dark goth aesthetic.
Now even when they started to have an anime section, I still shopped there, but as the years went on and I started to explore and educate myself more on the store and what goth really means and fast fashion, I have decided I am no longer gonna be shopping there.
I wanna avoid Fast Fashion as much as possible and unfortunately Hot Topic is fast fashion and that is not cool and goth is not fast fashion.
Goth is about creating and thrifting and I definitely wanna be more of a DIY girly because we live under corporate greed and goth is not corporate.
Are there still some stuff from Hot Topic that I want and I will probably get, sure, but do I need them that badly? No.
So yeah I am gonna de-amazon myself and de-hot topic myself because goth is not Amazon hot topic or fast fashion.
Goth is about human rights and not giving into capitalism and the man.
