#emmy rambles

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

is this not the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen in your life? his smile? the hair? HELLO?

[coldascyou]

im going to say something thats gonna get ppl pissed but its just so weird i cant take it anymore.

taylor’s stalker has been arrested 3 times in the last 5 days. he keeps getting released, and RIGHT after getting released he goes back to her house again.

there are thousands of horrific AI pictures of her on twitter, which get thousands of likes and are not taken down no matter how many reports ppl make. but as soon as you say something to the men that made those disgusting NON-consensual pics, your tweet gets banned.

yet, somehow, someway no one seems to bat an eye on it which is so crazy to me bc no one seems to extend a sympathy towards her or accept that whats happening to her is just BLATANT misogyny. idk what occured in these last few years for yall to think misogyny can’t just happen to any women but its driving me crazy. yes she’s rich, white and priviledged yet STILL experiences these things, doesn’t that make you wonder just how pervasive misogyny is????

[imjinxed04]

wholesome timebomb headcanons

They have to be touching each other when they sleep (even if it's just holding hands)

If one of them wakes up and the other is asleep, they'll just lay there and watch the person sleep

They frequently have to rest their heads on each other's chest to listen to the other's breathing and heartbeat to convince themselves that they're still alive

Ekko makes Jinx breakfast and makes sure she eats at least one meal everyday

She's not even intentionally starving herself, shimmer just affects her appetite and she just doesn't always think about eating

Jinx massages Ekko's shoulders after he's been hunched over and working on stuff in his workshop all day

They have a secret hand squeeze code - 3 times = I love you

On her bad anxiety/PTSD days, Ekko holds Jinx's hands to stop her from picking at her thumbs and making herself bleed

Ekko teaches Jinx to ride a hoverboard

He's paranoid about it because he knows she can be impulsive and he's worried she's gonna get hurt/hurt herself

She does end up crashing and getting a concussion + scraped up after they get in a fight because she feels like he's being overbearing and she's insistent that she can do it herself

After that, Jinx prefers to just go on hoverboard rides with him

When Jinx is restless and can't sleep, Ekko makes her tea even though he hates it

They frequently sit outside together at night and watch the firelights fly around the tree

Jinx is scared of the dark because it makes her hallucinations worse, so Ekko builds a star projector for her so their room is never fully dark

Ekko makes really corny jokes and Jinx rolls her eyes and acts annoyed but she actually loves his jokes

Mostly, she likes seeing him be able to loosen up and not be so stressed all the time

They go on weekly dates to Jericho's (and usually end up with free food)

They each have phases where they go days without sleeping because they are hyperfixated on a certain project, and they basically move into the workshop to keep each other company

If Ekko's up all night working on a project and Jinx falls asleep on the bench in the workshop, he'll drape his coat over her to use as a blanket

If Jinx is having a bad day and Ekko is out taking care of Firelight business, she'll wrap herself in his coat and try to sleep until he gets home

They make each other trinkets and jewelry as tokens of love

Shortly after Jinx starts living with him, she has a bad day, so Ekko gets her some paint and tells her to go crazy on the walls of his living room

He joins in and both they and the walls end up covered in paint, but Jinx's smile and laughter makes it more than worth it to Ekko

[biblicalvampireemmy]

yall think when washington pulled the "shh talk less.." in one last time alexander got triggered

idk i cant stop imagining him responding that with like a weird glare and im FRYIGN

[upsidedownwithemmy]

Of course I’m here. Big surprise.

I’d love some soft!dom energy from countryclub!steve when we’re being a little needy. 😇

Leighanne my beloved 👹 18+

“No, no, Thursday should be fine— mhmm. Well, talk to Richard and see what he says, surely we can’t push it much further—”

You knew fine well Steve was still on his call, you could hear his voice through his office door, his tired, bored tone sighing into the receiver. He’d told you ten minutes though, and well, that had been twenty minutes ago.

So you didn’t feel too guilty when you snuck in, lips pressed together to hide your smile and Steve glanced at you with surprise as you closed the oak door behind you. His whole office smelled like him, like leather and whisky and expensive cologne. He was sat behind his desk, an impressive thing made of dark wood and topped with a forest green leather covering.

There were files all over it, receipts and email print outs, an open cigar case that hadn’t been touched yet, a glass of something amber that was yet to be drunk. Steve looked tired, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, the white linen rolled past his elbows, his suit jacket thrown across the sofa on the other side of the room. You watched him take a hand through his hair and he smiled at you as he listened to whoever was droning on.

It didn’t quite reach his eyes, though.

So you took it upon yourself to wiggle between the desk and Steve’s legs, smiling when he shifted for you, rolling back on the wheels of the chair, his cell still pressed to his ear. He didn’t seem to be listening as intently as before when you dropped into his lap.

“What? Yeah, no, no, of course. Surely we can have the meeting over a conference call?”

You weren’t sure what meeting this call was regarding but you busied yourself with sneaking a hand into Steve’s open shirt, your palm finding warm skin and a smattering of chest hair. You felt his heart race under your fingertips, grinning when his eyes turned a little glassy and his gaze dropped to your lips.

“I’m listening,” he murmured into the phone, lying through his teeth. His hips moved under yours, adjusting himself until his hardening cock was felt properly under your ass. “New York, sure…” he trailed off, coughing a little when you leaned in to kiss at his throat.

You squirmed against him, dress riding up your thighs, Steve’s hand trailing the cotton, his eyes following behind. You watched him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, his expression appreciative. You wondered how far he’d let you take this, if he’d let you sink to your knees under his desk and—

“Hold on a sec, Fred— yeah, two seconds, I just gotta—” Steve pulled the phone away from his face, his hand covering the mouthpiece. He raised his brows at you, doing his best to hide his smile as he leaned in, nose nudging yours. “Did you need somethin’, honey?”

You pouted, dress strap slipping off your shoulder as you played up for him, lips brushing his. “You,” you whispered, as if it were a secret.

Steve smirked, a salacious thing that still made your thighs push together. He tapped at your hip then, coaxing you off of him and you wanted to tut, you wanted to protest. But the man didn’t give you any time to feel offended, nor rejected. He knocked his knuckles onto the top of his desk and nodded towards it.

“Gimme your underwear, baby and hop up.”

You blinked, lips parting.

“You got five seconds, honey, or you can wait ‘til this call is done, your choice,” Steve murmured in a song-song, his tone leaving no room for discussion. He wiggled the phone that he was still doing his best to silence. “Drop ‘em.”

With your hands curling into the sides of lace, you pulled the underwear off of your hips and down your legs, your dress rucked up indecently as you did, showing your fiancé a flash of bare skin, soft and wet in the places he liked most. You worried with the papers strewn everywhere, trying your best to gather them into a neat pile but Steve spoke from behind you once more.

“Five, four…”

You stifled a laugh, shoving them to the side before hopping onto the cool wood and Steve grinned, victorious. He moved back, the wheels of his chair skating across the floor as he settled himself in front of you. “Yeah, yeah I’m here, apologies. You were saying? New York?” Steve didn’t miss a beat as he took your underwear from your hand, stuffed them in his pocket and tapped at your knee.

You knew what he wanted, what he was silently saying.

Open.

You felt your face warm as you spread your legs, sticky thighs parting as you bared yourself to the man in the dim glow of the setting sun and the lamp on his sideboard. Steve’s lips parted, a barely audible groan coming from his chest that he covered with a cough. He used one hand to settle your feet on either side of his seat, keeping you wide for him, your cunt on show as you sat back on your elbows, waiting for his next move.

You didn’t have to wait long.

A single finger, used to trace up and down the seam of your folds, gathering the wetness there, slow and shallow. He was barely touching your clit.

“I’m sure that’ll work,” he was saying. His eyes didn’t leave yours. “If we manage to secure the Parker funding, I can’t imagine it’ll be too much trouble.”

He pulled his hand back to drag his finger over his tongue, humming at your taste and apparently something his colleague was saying. Steve didn’t miss a beat when he brought it back once more, immediately sliding his middle finger into your pussy. You whined, cutting yourself off short with teeth to your lip and Steve stilled, throwing you a warning glance.

“Oh, of course,” he continued, as if he weren’t knuckles deep in you. “If we can manage to get it into the schedule that day, we might as well go for it…” he curled his finger up before adding another, grinning when you threw your head back. “…I’m sure it’ll be a tight fit.”

Withdrawing, he leaned forward, nudging at your chin to gain your attention and Steve brushed his fingers over your lips. He pouted at you, waiting. You opened without hesitation, showing off as you stuck out your tongue and let Steve drag his slick covered digits over it. His thumb brushed your cheek in reward and then he settled back into his seat, using the same two fingers to draw circles over your clit.

A slow, soft tease, steady and messy, over and over and over—

“No, you’re fine, Fred.” Steve smirked at you, brows knitting together in faux sympathy as you screwed your face up in pleasure. He was going to make you cum while you couldn’t make a sound. “I’ve got plenty of time to talk.”

[secret-orange-slice]

the gasp that left my body.

christopher please. i’m sweating. there are TEARS in my eyes.

i thought we were going wolf for some reason. but we went vampire? i love it. and its like his dark side? that he keeps caged up? are you joking? someone kill me.

[emeraldkitten5683]

alright so, I've been thinking a lot about dr. ratio lately, and his ult dialogue has been irking me: "esse es percipi" which roughly translates to "to exist is to be perceived."

berkeley, the philosopher that coined the phrase, only did so specifically to criticize the people that believed in this idea - he did not hold it himself. he explained this notion as asserting that "objects of sense have only an ‘in-and-out’ existence, that they are created and annihilated with every turn of man’s attention." that is, things (both people and objects) cease to exist once we stop perceiving them.

esse es percipi is an ideal that doesn't really have grounding in any system of logic or reasoning, and unless you have some groundbreaking conception of the world that has never been explored before, it completely breaks down if you think about it for more than 2 seconds.

here's the thing, hoyoverse is usually very intentional with its use of philosophical thought in the game - the writers seem pretty knowledgeable on the topic and the dialogue that engages the player with any sort of philosophical inquiry about the nature of life, things, or relationships, is always very insightful and deep.

so I don't believe that this was a case of them not knowing anything about philosophy and just randomly picking a phrase that sounded cool.

but if it was intentional on their part, then why?

it simply doesn't make sense to his character for him to hold a blatantly flawed ideal like that. it leaves me wondering whether this is supposed to be either a joke or an implication regarding some aspect of his character that hasn't been revealed yet.

[oporotheca]

Hi! I’m looking for books similar to The King in Yellow. Do you have any recommendations? 👀

This ask has me giggling and kicking my little librarian feet, I can definitely offer you a few recs!

Authors with similar vibes to Robert Chambers (in my personal opinion):

Thomas Ligotti

August Derleth

Gertrude Barrows Bennett

Algernon Blackwood

Arthur Machen

Mary Wilkins Freeman

Specific books similar to The King in Yellow (again, in my personal opinion):

The Great God Pan — Arthur Machen

Cassilda's Song — Joseph S. Pulver (editor)

The Willows — Algernon Blackwood

The Ballad of Black Tom — Victor LaValle

Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe — Thomas Ligotti

What Moves the Dead — T. Kingfisher

The House on the Borderland — William Hope Hodgson

Southern Gods — John Hornor Jacobs

I hope this helps, anon! Sorry for the wait!! <3