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Tumblr doesn’t care about Net Neutrality anymore.

Let’s take a look at some screenshots of an article I was reading earlier today…

Keyword: was. They don’t support net neutrality anymore. Why you ask? well…

Tumblr is owned by Yahoo. Now that Verizon (a company that hates net neutrality) bought Yahoo, they have demanded that Tumblr must stop supporting net neutrality too. The Tumblr staff has stopped posting about net neutrality.

This site is being forced to hate net neutrality. (article link)

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Sassy modern fantasy aestetic

Tabitha Henley was your average girl. Except not. Saying Tabby was normal is like saying vampires are naturally sparkly. It’s total bullshit. An imaginary motif of stalking, toxic relationships, borderline pedophilia/bestiality & convenient supernatural tropes.

The closest thing to a sparkly vampire is Cyril. Vampire from birth, the RuPaul of the underworld. Owner of the Couture Club, & close friend.

I digress, Tabitha Henley was the poster child of “Weird Things Happen to Me.” All. The. Time. She use to be a normal teenage girl in France around WWII.

Now immortal, found her true love, lost her true love (of natural causes), book lover, hiker, & general old cat lady of the underworld. People love Tabby, partially because she’s got a heart of gold. Partially because pretty much every powerful magic user in the world owes her a favor.

Tabitha Henley is in the business of magical familiars.

Tabby’s Menagerie of Lovely Beasties is her business name. She has a tendency to attract cats, dragons, wyverns, & all other manner of magical creatures. With the occasional undead appearing.

Tabby basically runs the magical animal shelter of the underworld.

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En’s Story

Chapter 1.2

En lifted a small parcel of papers that I had hidden under his tunic, he reached the inner courtyard & started running.

Runners weren’t uncommon in a castle & went unnoticed. Running along corridors that he’d memorized weeks ago, En kept to himself & carried the package like he’d seen the other boys do.

Skidding to a stop in an uninhabited section of the castle. This wing was reserved for visiting dignitaries & generally important people to be sequestered away to not bother the normal functioning of the main castle.

This wing was a safe place to hide in a cupboard until darkness. Fitting under a shelf & blending in with the shadows, resting on some musty linen, En fell into a light nap.

En’s inner clock woke him when the sun had been down a few hours. En unwrapped the papers from the parcel he carried earlier. Revealing a few push daggers, a couple throwing knives, & a stiletto dagger.

Sliding from his hiding place & into the corridor. En approached the target’s room like a wife approaching her washing, with a resigned sigh & an acceptance that it wouldn’t get done if he didn’t do it.

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En’s Story

Chapter 1.1

En had never done a job this large before. Large enough to never work again.

En had been casing this castle for weeks, finding every chink in the armor of this building.  Sweeping his grey eyes over every little detail. He knew where everyone was, he knew their habits. En would need all of that knowledge to pull this job off.

Today was the day.

He ran over his meticulously planned endeavor one last time before he turned them into action.

Quietly he slipped in next to a wagon, walking along side as if he belonged there. This peddler came every Wednesday, to sell linens & ribbons to the ladies of court. 

When the wagon approached the gate, the peddler presented the papers, & the guards payed little attention to the little boy that walked along side.

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Asda’s Story

Chapter 4

Asda watched as Captain Fitz puffed his chest & strutted about like a peacock when her & Farth had toured the frigate.

“This is one of the most versatile ships in the King’s Navy & will operate at full sail with just fifteen crew! The Snapdragon currently holds seventy-three crew, which is split into three shifts. What an easy life my men lead! We’re a bit pampered with two cooks & four cabin boys. The Snapdragon has one gundeck, which is no place for a Lady of your stature Ma’am,” upon seeing Asda’s curiosity, “ -The guest & my living quarters are toward the back. The crew sleeps below decks…”

On Fitz prattled happily on about his ship. Asda looked around. The crew seemed well-fed, well-rested, & fairly amicable. They did not sit around while at port. They were busy cleaning & making the ship shine. The first mate was at the quarterdeck overseeing the crew & making adjustments to a paper that was set out on a collapsible table.

“…Priestess Westwick, you must be tired. Excuse me for keeping you out in the sun with no shade, let me find an escort for you,” Captain Fitz went on, “Lieutenant Brigham.” Catching the attention of the first mate.

“Aye Sir?” the fair man answered.

“Would you escort the Priestess to her cabin? I fear she has no interest for men’s talk.”

“Aye Captain,” Brigham answered while Asda glared at Fitz. The only thing that kept her from smashing her stave atop the man’s head was the small hand signal Farth used, 'Wait’.

She motioned back in annoyance ‘Attack later?’

Again was the ‘Wait.’

Trusting her brother’s judgement, Asda slid a glare in the Captain’s direction again before taking the Lieutenant’s arm & moving away.

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Asda hated Calne dresses. Mostly because she struggled with them so much. This was fashion? Fluff, frills, bows, & layers of heavy fabric? Not being able to breathe? Barely being able to move? What is wrong with these women? Do they do nothing all day?

Asda’s left hand was so tangled in the cords on the back of the dress & she was so exacerbated that she went for drastic measures. Snatching the knife she always had hidden in the pockets of her Calne dresses.

“M’lady?” squeaked someone from the doorway to her room.

Asda whipped around, not for embarrassment for being in a state of undress. She was embarrassed because she was caught holding a knife to the back of her dress.

The petite teenage girl staring at her with large dark brown eyes. The eyes were a deep brown & the hair was a chestnut sort of color.

“M’lady! You’ll ruin that beautiful dress!” The girl cried as as scurried over to Asda & started working the knots Asda had made trying to get out of the dress.

“Thank you, I was at my wits end. You are?” Asda offered for the assistance.

“Rowena , M’lady. I was sent by Admiral Westwick to be your lady-in-waiting. My brother, Emry is a deckhand aboard the Snapdragon.” the small girl explained.

“At least there is someone with sense aboard,” Asda quipped. Drawing a small giggle from the girl.

“The Captain would be all in a rise if he heard your speak, M’lady,” Rowena replied.

“The Captain, I suspect, is always in a rise about something,” Asda went on. Another giggle from her new ally. Maybe her stay on the Snapdragon wouldn’t be as bad as she suspected.

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Asda’s Story

Chapter 3

Asda felt the sunlight through her eyelids & bemoaned the fact she was waking up. She rolled over to the side facing away from the window, hoping to catch a little more of the blessed darkness.

After a few minutes of fruitless waiting, Asda accepted her fate.

Stepping onto the worn floorboards of her room, she made her way to the mat in front of her window. Closing her eyes against the sunrise streaming through the frame, she began to settle into her morning prayers.

Although she no longer called the handmaidens, no longer heard their greetings, Asda could not stop. Reciting their names & invocations every morning was something she had done for the last twelve years. A week of silence was nothing to a habit since childhood.

The only thing that changed was the time it had taken for the prayers. Normally, they occupied the majority of her morning even when she woke early. Greeting & speaking to all the handmaidens took time. Silence had made sleeping in & going to breakfast early her new schedule.

“…Goddess watch over me- guide my footsteps, lighten my burdens, & guard my heart. Let me know your wisdom, listen to your truth, see your justice, & do your works.” The well worn words fell from Asda’s lips & she pulled herself up to stand. Today was the day. She left her room for breakfast.

All of Elenai was devastated when the Goddess would no longer answer. Many of the other priestesses blamed the High Priestess Leilani for being “out of favor” of the Goddess. Her strange ways of making peace with the Lord worshippers & breeding peculiar children; one that spoke to so many of the handmaidens, & one that did not speak to them at all. The dissent was beginning to descend on the city of Pavaion. There had been a mass call for talks & all the tribes were sending their chiefs to discuss The Silence.

Leilani & Cedric had reached an agreement that Asda & Farth would leave Elenai. The High Temple was too dangerous & an assassin had been discovered. It had been near the High Priestess’ chambers but Leilani would take no chances with her children.

Cedric had brought news that the northern kingdom of Calne was also in upheaval, but the presence of King Godfred was like a balm on a wound. The King had stated that all religious figures would stay in their current station until the situation was remedied. His faith in their Lord was absolute & in Cedric’s quote of him “I will not have my kingdom in chaos because my priests have not the spiritual power to please the God.”

This matched the image Asda had of King Godfred, whom she had only met at her debut. The imposing figure & his too-perceptive gaze had made sixteen-year-old Asda draw two conclusions. One, she would never defy this man if she had the choice; & two, she would never openly lie to him. She was sure this man would remember, & repay her in full.

Farth was to meet him this fall in his coming-of-age Calne ceremony in three months.

The warm draft from the ovens in the temple kitchens brought Asda from her contemplations. The kitchens were a wide space with many of Ignatia’s priestesses busy preparing the food. Their natural resistance to heat & ability to bend fire to their will were essential to making the wonderful treats they made. Now all of them wore apprentice’s gloves & tools for taking things out of the ovens & cookfires.

Asda was almost glad to leave. She wasn’t sure how much more she could stand, seeing her fellow priestesses reduced to using tools & laboring over something that was easily done with a handmaiden’s power.

Farth was already seated with his food. Having no handmaidens to pray to, he was always up with the dawn & early to eat. Asda gathered a roll, candied meat, & hot spiced tea. Balancing it all on a her plate, she maneuvered her way over to her brother’s table.

Farth barely glanced up from he food when Asda sat. The siblings never had very many friends before the Silence, both being oddities to the rest of the temple. The prodigy & the inept priest. It was just worse when people believed their mother was to blame.

Eating in a comfortable silence, Farth was first to finish. He waited patiently for Asda. Once they were both done, they washed their dishes in the trough of water by the kitchens.

“I’ll meet you at your room,” was all that Farth left her with before disappearing to down the hall toward his room.

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Struggling with tightening the ties on the back of her Calne underdress, Asda was exacerbated. She wondered aloud, “How do Calne women dress themselves?!”

“They don’t,” replied Leilani, sweeping into the room & neatly snatching the strings on the back of the corset. “Breathe in as much as you can & hold it,” she instructed.

Doing as she was told, her mother pulled on the strings. Hard. The corset tightened painfully around Asda’s chest. Making eyes water, & her lungs burn.

“Slowly release,” Leilani quipped. Feeling the High Priestesses working furiously at the ribbons, Asda let out a small streams of air at small intervals until her mother was done. Dropping her hands to her sides with a small- “There.” Signally Asda to suck in a painful breath. Partially because she hadn’t inhaled in a minute, & partially because the corset was so tight.

Leilani helped Asda into the next layer of her own personal torture device. Continuing the conversation, “Calne women do not dress themselves? Are they children?”

“They are not children, but they are expected to dress themselves in the utmost fashion. Which they cannot seem to achieve alone,” Leilani’s smirk revealed itself slightly & Asda did not miss the irony in her mother’s statement.

After buttoning up the back of the last layer of the dress, Leilani shifted to stand in front of her daughter.

“Take your staff, guard your back, & look out for your brother. Know that I will always love you,” hugging her daughter close, she whispered in her ear, “May the Lady bless your feet to be swift & sure, may she bless your heart to be steadfast, & may she bless your head to know the right path.”

This was her mother’s normal send off for long journeys & Asda suspected it was Leilani’s favorite.

“Ready?” Farth broke up the exchange from his position in the doorway. He was wearing normal Farth male clothing. A high collar & two different jacket layers.

“Almost,” Leilani chirped. Sweeping Asda’s mass of dark curly hair into a neat twist, settling it into place with an ornate pin.

“Now you are ready,” Leilani said with a strange finality. Moving to hug Farth & give her traditional prayer.

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Arriving at the docks, Asda was accosted by a very large man in Calne clothing.

“Asda! Farth! My children! It’s good to see you!” Cedric exclaimed, sweeping both his children into a large hug. Asda was tall for a woman & she only stood to her father’s chest. Farth only came to his shoulder. Cedric was pale man with warm green eyes.

“It’s good to see you too Father,” Farth replied enthusiastically, both siblings squeezing their father back.

“Eh-hem,” came a polite throat clearing came from behind her father’s considerable girth.

“Oh yes! Children, this is Captain Alaric Fitzwilliam. Captain Fitz, these are my children- Priestess Asda & Lord Farth,” Cedric swung around to introduce a medium-build man with cool blue eyes.

“It’s an honor to meet you Lord & Priestess,” the Captain bent at the waist offer a curt bow.

“Treat them with all the respect they are due Fitz, there is nothing more precious to me,” Cedric leaned down to clasp Captain Fitzwilliam on his shoulder.

“I will do whatever I can to make their stay comfortable Admiral,” Captain Fitz replied with fervor, looking upon Asda’s father with respect.

“I’m counting on you Fitz,” Admiral Cedric Westwick stated.

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Asda’s Story

Chapter 2

Asda stared into the darkness, not really registering what was around her. Tuning out everything around her & listening to her heartbeat.

She knew this dream, but it carried the weight of something alien. Something she had never known.

All Asda did was exist, in a silent void. So calm it was almost maddening. Almost. She was just silent. Nothing happened. Like sitting on the brink of something. Never knowing what was beyond. Quiet like before a storm.

She supposed the darkness was a result of her father’s religion & how he worshiped the Lord. The spouse & other side of the Goddess. Ever the same, but always opposites. Some of what was His was bleeding into her dreams.    Asda would just have to push herself further in her pursuit of the Lady’s will, & purge His darkness from her soul.

But without darkness, there is no light. A voice projected from the darkness

Who’s there? Asda replied.

Child of the Sister of Life itself, you have much to learn. But remember my name & heed my cry. My name is Zilla.

“What do you mean? I’ve never heard your name before! Why do you call for me?” Asda shouted into the darkness with all the questions whirling in her mind. 

Slowing the darkness of the dream world ceded to the needs of the real one.

She could hear her mother & brother talking in hushed tones, but could not make out what they were saying.

Nestled in warm blankets, & fighting against the sleepy fog in her mind.

Dragging open her eyes, she sat up, & she saw the light from the window making shadow figures on the floor. Her floor. Her room. Her bed.

She remembered fighting with Farth… the void… & the voice…

Trying to piece everything together.

“You’re awake!” Farth exclaimed. Stepping into the room. His pleasant features made even more so by his smile that was so wide, his eyes seemed to squint. Farth had a habit of stealing hearts with that smile. He had their mother’s easy manner & their father’s build. A lean boy of 16 would soon turn into a strapping young man. Asda hated to see the growth, but supposed every sister painfully loved to see their brother grow from a child to a man beside them.

Asda struggled to sit up with her brother crowding her so.

“Wha-What has happened?” Asda finally spoke.

“We don’t know.” Leilani answered from the doorway. The High Priestess for Elenai was a strong, voluptuous woman. One of the city’s toughest warriors & the most caring mother, when her duties allowed.

Leilani had pixie-like features. Large green eyes, a small upturned nose, & red bow lips. She was quick witted, & one of the most insightful people in all the temple.

“Don’t know?” Asda parroted.

“Asda, try to call a handmaiden.” her mother insisted.

Confused by her mother’s cryptic words, she did as she was told.

Ruth? No answer.

Ruth? May I call upon you? No answer from the voice that had been with her since she was six years old.

Ruth?

Turning to her mother, & Leilani nodded in encouragement.

Speaking the invocation aloud, “Friend to all, lover of merriment, Handmaiden to the Mother of all hearts, Ruth. I entrust myself to you.”

Nothing.

Her friend of the last fourteen years was not answering her call.

Desperately, Asda called upon the other Handmaidens.

Herekia. Edole. Quadamah. Veda. Nina. Elga. Frida. Linette. Valeda. Irma-

None answered her call. Her mind spun, & she kept calling out to them.

-Olethia! Fleta! Samara! Orva! Voletta! Questa! Germaine! Simona!

Frantic, she chanted another invocation.

“Life’s blood of the land, balance of the world, sister to earth, Handmaiden to the Queen of all she sees, Eldoris. I entrust myself to you.”

Eldoris was the most powerful elemental Handmaiden. She was the water. The power of the ocean, & the benevolence of an oasis in the desert.

Asda was calling out to the Handmaiden with everything she had. Feeling nothing, & hearing no voice. The Handmaidens had all abandoned her.

“The Goddess has abandoned me,” Asda whispered to her mother.

“The Goddess has abandoned us all,” Leilani countered, & leaned over to wrap her daughter in a hug as the news settled in.

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Asda’s Story

Chapter 1

Asda dropped into a low crouch, slowing her breathing, clutching her staff, & listening for an approach. Straining her ears. Searching through the soft hush of a forest for the slight indication of her pursuer.

She kept the position. Knowing that any movement on her part would be like sending a signal to the enemy on her whereabouts. Still using her senses to keep an awareness of the world around her.

Still at it? Ruth asked into Asda’s mind.

Yes. He’s proving himself. I think it’s a new warrior phase. She answered.

Must be, I’ll be gone for a while. But I will be back. Okay? Ruth spoke this last point emphatically.

Must be important. We’ll speak when you when you return. Asda accepted the courtesy. Ruth often had to go for talks the Goddess of late. Last time Asda knew of Ruth disappearing, there had been a mountain spewing ash & liquid rock. So there must be something big going on in the world.

Right now she had other problems. Hearing a small rustle of leaves & a branch move to her left.

A gladius struck her staff with startling ferocity. Definitely proving himself. She thought to herself.

Slipping out of the short sword’s reach to better use her staff, Asda stuck out with a thrust to her brother’s side. He reached over with his small round shield & parried it off to the side. Forcing her to swing the butt of the staff around to block the sword.

Her attacker was Farth, her little brother younger by four years. He was sixteen & already had his first crush. On a young disciple that came from a neighboring village that was full of warriors. Hence the new warrior phase.

The siblings set to sparring. Neither giving quarter. Exchanging blow for blow, they were fairly evenly matched. Each looking for a opening to win the match.

Asda found one first. Stepping back, kicking Farth’s shield away from his body & getting in a swipe of the staff. Smacking him on the underside of the jaw as he backpedaled.

Smiling, she watched as he staggered back. My win today, was Asda’s last thought before she collapsed.

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Asda’s Story

Chapter 0

This is Asda’s story.

Asda lived in the peaceful city of Pavaion in the southern country on Elenai.

Asda was daughter on the High Priestess of the Goddess & embassy to the King of the northern country of Calne. Or Leilani & Cedric as friends like to call them.

Leilani was the known as the vassal of the Goddess herself, & the ruler of the country of Elenai. Cedric was an ambassador of Calne & Admiral in King Godfred’s navy. Their marriage was one of love, that had later secured the peace between the two countries.

But this story is about Asda. She was a quiet child. Quick to smile, but not to speak. Asda developed a reputation for being a ‘lovely child.’ Until she started to hear voices in her head around the age of 6. At first, people believed it was just a small child’s imaginary friend. 

Asda’s imaginary friend’s name was Ruth. This name was traditionally a name for a minor handmaiden of the Goddess. Seeing as Asda had fairly grown up in the temple, it wasn’t seen as unusual for her to pick up a name of a handmaiden.

Handmaiden’s names & powers were often invoked to give strength or lend a hand in completing tasks. Invocations were a daily part of life for the priestesses.

The concerning part was that Ruth was a minor handmaiden that was known for being very picky about her practitioners. Ruth meant “friend to all.” Speaking her invocation & borrowing her power lend a very strong amount of charisma to her worshippers. So she was very selective about who she blessed. Usually they were natural leaders & chieftains. Asda was around one person who had Ruth’s blessing. Her mother, who as the vassal of the Goddess, had unlimited access to all the handmaiden’s powers- without invocation. The High Priestess had no need to say the handmaiden’s names aloud, & was the only person in the temple at this time that could convene with the handmaiden.

So how did Asda have access to the name?

Simple. Asda was convening with the handmaiden herself.

To clarify, handmaidens of the Lady communicated one way. By speaking into your mind. Priestesses would pray to the handmaiden’s sigil- repeating the handmaiden’s invocation completely & constantly until the handmaiden chose them. Or until they gave up

Handmaidens could be fickle, prolithic, or elusive. They all had separate personalities & signs of power. They were all parts of the Goddess, & all their own unique entity. When power become infinitive there is a lot of play in duality.

Back to Asda. The temple was astounded when the High Priestess confirmed their suspicions. Asda was speaking to a handmaiden. Making her a prodigy & a priestess.

Asda was the youngest priestess ever recorded. Disciples became priestesses by being spoken to by a handmaiden. It was normal to become a priestess in pubescence. Invoking a handmaiden’s power came after.

Asda began her training. Odd & a little unconventional for a young girl, but she did well. Asda spoke to over twenty handmaidens by the time she came of age. Including all four of the elemental handmaidens. The most difficult, & highest ranking handmaidens of the Goddess.

That was before everything went wrong. Before the Lord & the Lady turned their backs on humanity.

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Cinnamon Roll & Stud Muffin

Chapter 1

Author’s note: Here we freaking go~ Thank you for reading my nonsense.

Keep in mind, the italics are characters thoughts to themselves.

Well, there’s just as much snow, but you’re not in South Dakota anymore. Jack thought to himself as he saw the snow covered scenery give way to the cityscape of Denver. He had long since spotted the mountains in the distance along the horizon. Navigating his Jeep according to the, annoying after a six hours of listening to it, voice on the GPS.

After about thirty more minutes of nerve-wracking traffic, he finally pulled into a small parking lot. A small sun-faded sign said that this was Sunny Side Apartments. Jack cracked a small smiled. My new home.

After stopping in the front office to pick up a key & a packet of instructions, given by a sweet elderly lady that puttered around the office chain smoking, he headed up to inspect his new abode. Second floor, second on the left. Easy enough to remember, 235. Twisting the key in the lock, he felt the tumblers give way & the door creaked open.

His neighbor’s door opened, spilling music & the smell of something sweet. Jack’s stomach grumbled in response. I’ll take you for food after I get everything settled.

“I’m going, I’m going!” A laughing lad slipped out of the open door, walking backwards & toward Jack. “I’ll finish it & send it to you tomorr-”

Before he had time to react, Jack felt the man bump into him. The amused man whipped around. Switching from a mischievous smirk to startled confusion.

Jack was intrigued, watching the expressions cycle through confusion, into a few more feelings, & settle on something like a guilty puppy.

“I’m so sorry man, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” the likable man apologized.

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Avery wasn’t sure what to think of this large, striking man he had bumbled into.

He looks like a motorcycle ad, & if he was selling motorcycles, I would buy them.

“’S fine, sorry to interrupt,” the mystery man motioned to Avery & the doorway behind him. Avery looked back to see his friend Jennifer leaning against the now-closed door, admiring the view as well.

“Not interrupting, Avery was just failing at walking,” Jennifer tucked her long brunette hair behind her ear, straightened up, & offered a handshake. “You the new tenant?” Gesturing to the door slightly ajar behind the punk hunk.

“Uh, yeah. Jack Tjader, I’ll be moving in today. Sorry if I make a bunch of noise.” Taking Jen’s hand in a friendly gesture.

Jack. He speaks like water running over a rock. Jack spoke with a lilt, his cadence was different & sometimes it was almost as if he was rushing his words. He keeps getting hotter.

“Jennifer Atwell, I’m your neighbor. This is my friend Avery.”

Jack extended his hand again & Avery shook it.

“Nice to meet you,” Jack offered with the handshake.

Very nice to meet you. “Sorry about walking into you,” he apologized again to Jack & turned to Jen, “I’ll have my part to you by tomorrow night, I gotta get back for dinner or Gramps is gonna kill me.”

Avery turned to walk away, throwing a “Nice to meet you Jack,” over his shoulder when he was leaving.

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Jennifer offered a ‘if you need anything just knock’ before retreating from the cold.

Jack went inside to survey his apartment.

Avery. Interesting guy.

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Cinnamon Roll & Stud Muffin

Yes, that’s really the title.

I gave up waiting. The afternoon inspiration has turned  into an obsession.

Cinnamon Roll is Avery Williams. Stud muffin is Jack Tjader.

Avery is 20, gay, black, & an army brat. Raised by a single mom & (after his grandmother died) an awesome grandfather. His family knows he’s out & he lives at home. Avery wears a lot of cute buttons ups, cardigans, boots, & jeans. He’s not super into any kind of music, he just kinda listens to what his friends listen to. Avery also runs a lot, he’ll be participating in a 5K with his family later in the story. He’s got a couple really close friends, Jennifer & Devin, that’re super protective of him. Avery is currently studying Pharmacology & is aiming for a bachelors.

Jack Tjader is 24, demi-sexual, & Scandinavian/Souix Native American. Jack is from South Dakota (think LOTS of snow), & his name given to him by his Mom’s (Souix) side is Ishtasapa (“dark-eyed”). He has one little sister & her name is Rosalie. Jack likes to wear band t-shirts, converse, leather jackets, & beanies. He also has several tattoos (I’ll let Avery describe them) & several piercing. Jack listens to a lot of punk rock/metal & lifts quite a bit. He’s new to the area & just started his job as a network admin for the college.

I made the introvert taller & the crush younger. It just seemed right to write them that way.

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Humans are Lovely.

You know how you just sit & watch someone draw?

Like watching all those videos of people making things & it’s fascinating?

It’s mesmerizing to watch people create & destroy anything.

Graffiti, sidewalk art, posters, paint, words strung together to make whatever kind of world you can imagine. 

Humans create little pieces of magic all around them.

Quietly lit parks in the middle of the night, small puzzle pieces fit perfectly to form a larger picture, small little details that cause a sense of awe when you look at the completed work.

That’s what humans are. This is us.

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Why I like Cats.

Cats are just there. Cats are the best friend that you never knew you needed.

Why are cats so awesome? Look at their personalities. I notice that people that care a lot about themselves & don’t pay attention to the people around them have angry cats. Really nice people have super cuddly cats. It’s all about the time, energy, care, & love you put into a cat.

Cats are a reflection of the people they love. They’re fiercely loyal & extremely loving. I love how cats are like happy little fluff balls that just spread love & accept people how they are. 

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Awh hell yeah!

If your nude photos are posted online without your permission, Microsoft and Google want to know.

For years, most victims of revenge porn — people who have had their nude photos shared online without permission — basically couldn’t do anything about it.

According to one study, over 50% of all adults engage in sexting, and 70% admit to having received a nude photo online or over the phone.

And yet, despite the fact that we all (or at least more than half of us) do it, there’s still this weird, persistent, harmful notion that if your naked pictures get leaked or shared maliciously by an ex online, it’s your fault for taking them in the first place.

It’s completely backward, but sadly, the law seems to at least kind of agree.

As of September 2014, New Republic found, putting someone else’s illicit photos online without their consent was illegal in just 16 states, though laws have been proposed in more states. Not only is it typically impossible to prosecute the perpetrator, they note, it’s impossible to legally compel websites to take the images taken down most of the time.

But thankfully, Microsoft and Google — which operate two of the biggest search engines on the web — don’t think it’s your fault. And they’re finally saying “Enough is enough.”

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I NEED THIS

I don’t think I could write this the right way, also I feel this needs to be a comic. Just so you could SEE the reactions.

Like an introvert that listens to waaay too much metal & has a few more piercings than society likes. And boy is he IN LOVE with his crush.

Not in a creepy or weird way. But like a oh my goody goodness gosh, he looked at me!!!! Internally screaming with joy when their eyes meet. But he’s not psycho or stalker-ish, or any of those unhealthy relationship tropes. He just REALLY LIKES THIS GUY.

Now pan to said crush. Please let him be a magnificent squishy cinnamon roll. Like volunteers at animal shelter, helps old ladies cross the street, has like 2 really close friends that are overprotective of their squishy little roll.

Que crush catching introvert’s pretty eyes & then noticing him blush. Not oh, cutesy blush but face turns RED. Introvert then hides said face & crush never gets the chance to talk to him. Crush is intrigued.Crush finds out that introvert is a squishy little roll too, but with a metal studded exterior.

Crush begins to like introvert, tries to talk to introvert, & gets even more happy when introvert hardcore fails at talking with, walking with, & interacting in general. Crush is decided. Crush moves in, & makes introvert his boyfriend.

Boyfriend introvert is sooooo happy. Like SQEEEEEEE!!!!! every time he remembers crush (now cinnamon roll boyfriend) is his Boyfriend!!!. 

Que cinnamon roll’s overprotective friends. At first they don’t like introvert around their cinnamon roll. Then they discover cinnamon roll is the instigator & introvert is really just as squishy (or even more so) than cinnamon roll. Overprotective friends are now overprotective of both & ship it hardcore.

Cinnamon roll is slowly working with introvert on holding hands, cuddling, kissing, etc. Going at an agonizingly slow pace to help introvert. Slowly introvert is becoming more comfortable & developing into a suuper lovey & cuddly partner. Cinnamon roll is constantly setting really low bars & constantly surprised about how much introvert is working hard to overcome them. Thus Cinnamon roll is always blushing cause Introvert is constantly surprising them with lovey moments & cute awkward moments.

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