#But I'm so tired of being the only one who actually cares about being on time activity we do

[glowettee]

Hi glowettee!

I'm such a fan

You're such a help for me!!

If possible

I have two requests

So kinda context heavy lols sorry

I keep acting liek an idiot near these kids in my class. Can you give me ways to maintain my dignity? Stuff to remember? I look back on those moments and die of embarresment

Signs + how to deal with burnout. I'm sick, stressed, and feeling like shit, all because of my exams. I'm feeling like i'm drowning in sticky tar.

If not, it's cool! Love your work!

✦ how to maintain your dignity (even when you feel like a total idiot) + how to escape burnout ✦

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hi angel, @theprettygirlmantra first of all. deep breath. 💌 the fact that you’re even aware of these things means you’re already growing, evolving, and stepping into a higher version of yourself. i promise you, everybody has those “why did i do that?” moments. but here’s the secret: dignity isn’t about never making mistakes. it’s about how you carry yourself afterward. let’s talk. and thank you so much for being a fan of my blog, you are such a sweetheart. i really hope this post can help you <33 you are NOT an idiot, never talk down on yourself, you're amazing!! (love your username btw, jennie is literally my mother <33 )

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part one: how to stop embarrassing yourself & maintain your dignity

first of all. stop punishing yourself for being human. seriously. confidence isn’t about never being awkward, it’s about owning yourself even when you are. but if you’re looking for ways to level up your presence and hold onto your dignity, here’s what you need to remember:

💡 how to maintain dignity & stop secondhand embarrassment from ruining your life:

✦ pause before you react. so much embarrassment happens because we panic and fill the silence with something cringey. instead, take a second. slow down. think. the more controlled you are, the more graceful you appear.

✦ adopt the ‘mystery girl’ energy. not everything needs a reaction. not everything needs to be laughed at. being slightly unreadable makes you seem effortlessly cool. learn the power of a knowing smile, a slow blink, and a soft “hmm” instead of a nervous giggle.

✦ practice “less is more.” instead of over-explaining or correcting yourself when you say something that seems dumb, just… let it be. silence is powerful. the more you try to “fix” an awkward moment, the more awkward it becomes.

✦ detach from the moment. what feels mortifying to you? barely registers to other people. seriously, no one’s replaying your awkward moments as much as you are. shift your focus outward instead of spiraling inward.

✦ fake elegance until you become elegance. imagine how your dream self would react. would she laugh it off effortlessly? Would she just not care? embody that energy.

✦ own your presence. the most magnetic people aren’t the ones who never embarrass themselves. they’re the ones who don’t care when they do. instead of shrinking, laugh at yourself gracefully and move on. confidence isn’t never falling. it’s standing tall afterward.

part two: how to escape burnout when you feel like you’re drowning

burnout isn’t just exhaustion. it’s soul-deep depletion. it’s waking up tired. it’s feeling like you’re moving through sticky tar (your words, which. perfect description, btw). it’s like your brain refuses to function no matter how much you want it to. but burnout isn’t a sign that you’re weak. it’s a sign that your mind and body are desperate for rest. here’s how you actually recover:

💡 how to deal with burnout & reset your mind:

✦ stop forcing productivity--embrace intentional rest. your brain isn’t a machine. if you push through burnout, you’ll only make it worse. instead of guilt-tripping yourself, give yourself permission to fully reset. (yes, this means actual rest. not scrolling endlessly on your phone and calling it “self-care.”)

✦ romanticize recovery. drink tea from your prettiest mug. take warm showers with soft lighting. listen to music that feels like healing. treat your burnout recovery like a self-care ritual.

✦ switch up your study environment. burnout thrives in monotony. if you’ve been staring at the same desk, the same books, the same everything, your brain is crying for novelty. go to a café, change your study playlist, light a new candle. trick your brain into feeling new energy.

✦ nourish yourself like you would a sick friend. you’re not a failure. you’re exhausted. treat yourself with the same softness you would give a friend who was struggling. drink water. eat something nourishing. take naps without guilt.

✦ create a soft study schedule. instead of forcing 8 hours of aggressive studying, try short, focused study sessions with built-in breaks. burnout often happens when you’re working harder, not smarter.

✦ redefine success for the moment. when you’re burned out, success isn’t about doing everything. it’s about doing something. even if that means just one good study session today. progress is progress.

mindy’s personal tips for regaining dignity & avoiding burnout 💌

✧ when in doubt, embody ‘calm & collected’ energy. seriously. nothing is more powerful than a girl who moves intentionally. if you feel awkward, pretend you don’t. if you feel embarrassed, pretend it’s not a big deal. it’s all about perception.

✧ romanticize solitude. people who don’t need to be constantly liked? Who can sit in silence and just be? Those are the people with the most magnetic energy. Focus on you. and everything else will align.

✧ replace “i’m so behind” with “i am recalibrating.” burnout guilt is a trap. you’re not behind. you’re recharging. you’re restoring your energy so you can come back stronger. change your narrative.

✧ keep a ‘reset’ ritual. every time you feel overwhelmed, have a go-to reset routine. mine? stretching, making matcha, listening to a playlist that calms my nervous system, and journaling my thought that grounds me. find yours.

✧ remember: you’re evolving. every embarrassing moment? just proof that you’re growing. every burnout phase? just a chapter. step back, zoom out, and remind yourself: this is just one moment in your story.

you are not your embarrassing moments. you are not your burnout. you are a constantly evolving masterpiece, learning how to exist as her. breathe. reset. embody. you got this.

xoxo mindy

[smollkittykat]

JayVik S1 Act 2 Angst (1000 Words)

Viktor notices it like the creeping of Gas into the fissures. The way Jayce frequents the desk at his side less and less.

He hadn't minded it at first.

And then it was Friday and he hadn't seen Jayce all week.

A glance at the clock made Viktor vow he would only finish this last testing sheet before he would cut his losses and head home. He'd have to come back as soon as he'd slept, showered and eaten.

With Jayce gone, the work piled upon him has doubled and with nobody to forge the parts for the Prototype Jayce had promised he would have done two weeks ago, he couldn't start testing.

Viktor's back had been aching from bending over his magnifying lenses from working the gemstorm setting. A jolt of pain ran up his spine, when he heard the door to their lab and whipped his head up to look at the person entering.

Against all odds, it was Jayce.

"Viktor, you're still here?" came his voice echoing from where he stood, halting with the open door still in hand.

"I will take my leave in a bit. Just have to finalize the draft for the force field test." Viktor replied and turned back into his chair to face the papers in front of him. He faintly heard the door close behind him and Jayce approaching.

"What force field test?" Jayce asked, voice closer now, head turned to the blackboard. Viktor felt his chest tighten in anger as he lets out an audible breath.

"The one where we implement a dynamic force field to secure the gemstone in the setting of your Atlas Gauntlets to prevent power influction." Viktor supplied. He had never been good at masking his tone or expression, but he did not even try to hide the little scoff before he spoke up again.

"I've been rewiring the setting and the field is stable in it's current form but without the actual gauntlets there's nothing more I'm able to contribute."

"Ah, shit the Prototype! I'm sorry, I've meant to stop by yesterday after the council meeting about that labour tax but it just kept on and on with Salo-"

Viktor wanted to say it's alright. He wanted Jayce to be able to tell him all of these things and have Viktor hear and understand him. But Viktor had spent over ninety hours in this fucking room this week waiting for Jayce to complete the little work he couldn't physically take care of himself to finish a project that could potentially stabalize one of the biggest economic branches of the entire Undercity.

And instead of helping him, being there for Viktor for a dream that was once Jayce's biggest ambition, he spent his time debating a lax tax with the people who saw Viktor and his people as less.

Worse yet, Jayce had forgotten what they were working on.

The angry tightness in Viktor's chest, confined by the brace wrapping around his chest, explodes into rage as he reaches for the almost completed draft. He wants to rip it to shreds. He wants to lay down. He wants Jayce to leave. He wants to finish these gauntlets. Jayce was still talking, excuses falling so easily from his lips as if he truly was one of the politicians.

He takes the stack of papers and folds them, instead of ripping it to shreds or throwing it away.

"Just stop." Viktor finally says, after hearing Merdada's name for the third time. There's anger and bitterness in his voice that Jayce must be able to clearly make out. He stops talking for a second.

When Viktor glances at Jayce at the welcome silence, Jayce looks confused eyes widened, as he looks over his shoulder at the Zaunite. His upper body still turned to the blackboard.

"Wha- Why? Did I say something?" He looks so earnest. If Jayce had gotten here just a little earlier, if Viktor wasn't so tired and frustrated he might have been kinder.

"Nothing that makes a difference, Jayce. Just -" Viktor pauses, tries to readjust, to say something kinder.

"- fucking finish your work instead of piling it onto me while you're selling your moral compass to the highest bidder."

Viktor pushed with his hands at his desk to roll away from it, turning away from his lab partner turned wonderboy.

Jayce had turned around completely. Viktor didn't want to see his face. He grabs the papers and puts them carefully nonchalant into the jacket that was hanging from his chair.

Moving his spine hurts all the way into his toes, his muscles stiff. The doctors said he would have to be operated again.

"I'm leaving now. Maybe use the time to work on your life's dream, hm?"

Viktor used the momentum of his anger with practiced ease as he grabs for the crutch, throws his jacket over the handle for the short distance to the academy housing he was still living in, despite having graduated and working as a full-time scientist for years.

He stands, barely, if he's honest with himself as his leg feels almost numb with pain.

He gave Jayce one glance and sees him properly for the first time for over a week. He looked tired and a little scared. Hurt, most of all. With his eyebrows scrunched together and his mouth falling open gently. Strands of hair cling to his forehead, his tie is undone and the bags under his eyes almost match Viktor's.

An evil part within him feels satisfaction, something he has so little of these days. He's almost hurting as much as he is.

"Who knows. Maybe I'll even live to see it." He looked Jayce straight in the eyes as he said it. Then turned away when he saw the way Jayce's eyes started shimmering with tears, immidiately feeling the anger replaced with shame.

No use now. Viktor thought. What's said is said.

He flees from Jayce's teary-eyed expression as fast as he can.

[hailturinturambar]

Our Punishment.

Pairing: Sauron/Annatar x Mirdania

Word count: 5.751

Request: “Mirdania x Annatar for the 24 dialogue prompt 🫣”

Author's Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or confusion. Requests are open, check the information before requesting. I'm still in denial, I don't accept Mirdania's death. Sauron you bastard!! And that's why my girl here gets the duly reward she deserves, like he promised, you know what i mean.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Unprotected sex, p in v. Oral (female receiving.) Masturbation. Cruel passion. Angry sex. Manipulation. Corruption of innocence. Anguish as hell. Violence.

Summary: After being defeated by Galadriel, Sauron returns to the ruins of Eregion. His Orcs are ready to depart with their new master to their home, Mordor. A few survivors were held captive in Eregion, and Mirdania was among them when Sauron returned. Now, he can duly reward Mirdania.

Part I, Part II

In Eregion, the mornings used to be sunny, and the birds sang every day. They didn't sing anymore. In fact, their song had been silenced so brutally, that Mirdania felt she would never wake from this nightmare. From the horror that surrounded her home. Eregion.

When the Dwarves Rings were finished, Lord Celebrimbor still looked like himself, a little tired, a little irritated. But that was perfectly normal, wasn't it? They were creating a masterpiece for the other peoples of Middle-earth. It was a heavy burden for a single Elf to bear.

The problem, however, was that Mirdania did not notice the signs that something was wrong until it was too late. As the weeks passed, Lord Celebrimbor was completely changed. The Rings of Men were not ready. The Elven smiths were tired, and the forge no longer brought peace to any of them.

But Mirdania remembered Lord Annatar's words, and she felt guilty. Because the Lord of Eregion was not well, and she was upset with him. Well, he could no longer remember her name. Mirdania's name. One of his best apprentices. His most devoted blacksmith. The one he considered almost a daughter.

Lord Annatar had always tried to calm Mirdania, to allay her suspicions, to promise that everything would be all right soon. He would take care of everything, Annatar had often said. And he was, of course, taking care of everything. But Mirdania believed that he was an Emissary of the Valar, a friend of Lord Celebrimbor. Someone who had taken a genuine interest in her.

To Sauron’s chagrin, he had actually grown fond of Mirdania. Or as much as it was possible for Sauron to grow fond of anyone. He saw the potential in her, saw that she could be more, if she would only want to. If she would let go of the foolish confines that Elves tended to hold themselves to.

And so Sauron kept his distance from Mirdania. Because she was an obstacle. Mirdania, to Sauron's deep shame and anger, attracted him. He was furious when he realized how he felt about her. He, the Dark Lord, once Morgoth's greatest and most trusted lieutenant, was attracted to an Elf? It was humiliating, to say the least.

What would his master think if he knew how he was failing, how he was giving in to temptations instead of focusing on his plans. So Sauron kept Mirdania away, but not so far that she would suspect something was wrong.

Adar's army had finally arrived in Eregion, but the Rings were not complete. Enraged, Sauron kept Celebrimbor isolated from his people. With his silver tongue and guile, Sauron convinced Mirdania to keep the others away from the Tower. For only then, he lied, could Celebrimbor forge the Nine in peace.

Mirdania, believing Annatar's words, did not notice Celebrimbor's state. But the Siege of Eregion had begun. They had nowhere to run. There was no way to defend themselves properly. They were the greatest Elven smiths in Middle-earth, but few warriors lived in Eregion.

Celebrimbor’s guards would not be enough to withstand an attack. At least, Mirdania thought, Lord Annatar was there. He could keep them all safe. That was what he had promised her, wasn’t it? Yet Eregion was under attack, and Annatar spent her days in Celebrimbor’s Tower.

Perhaps if Mirdania had trusted her instincts, if she had trusted Annatar less, she would have discovered what was happening to Lord Celebrimbor. She would no doubt have been devastated if she had known how her great friend and protector was being treated. But Mirdania was too blinded by Annatar to see the deception.

Sauron was the Great Deceiver, the people of Eregion stood no chance against him. Against his lies. Against his most terrible illusions. In the last days of the Siege, Mirdania felt exhausted. She could no longer fight. Because she had spent weeks helping the soldiers hide the women and children of Eregion, facilitating their escape.

But Mirdania would not leave with them. This was her home. Where she belonged. She would not abandon Eregion. Most of all, she would not abandon Lord Celebrimbor. The orcs continued to attack Eregion, but the river would protect them until High King Gil-galad sent his army.

Adar was blinded by her revenge, determined to find Sauron and destroy him. Mirdania did not know the risk she was taking by remaining in Eregion. When the land attack began, it was the first time Mirdania had seen Celebrimbor in so many weeks.

Celebrimbor's state horrified Mirdania. She had not expected him to be injured, nearly mad. Annatar had been right, the Rings had taken too great a toll, they should never have insisted on the creation of the Nines. Now Celebrimbor was paying the price.

Mirdania reached Celebrimbor, desperate. Tears streamed down her face, her face completely stained by the smoke and debris of the Siege. Celebrimbor was maddened, completely desperate when he found Mirdania.

“We have been disappointed. All of us.” Celebrimbor said, panicked. “He planned all of this, to force me to forge the Rings.”

Confused, Mirdania stared at Lord Celebrimbor. Was he really accusing Lord Annatar, an Emissary of the Valar, of the attacks they were suffering? It was sad to see such a brilliant Elf slowly go mad.

“He put me in some kind of prison. A prison of the mind. But I am out. I am out.”

But Mirdania couldn't believe him. Nothing he said made sense. He looked so confused, so scared. And so hurt. Was this the Valar's punishment for the Rings being forged? Mirdania was worried about the Elf's condition, she needed to get him away from danger.

Celebrimbor practically screamed, begging her to believe him. Frightened, Mirdania backed away from the Elf, the one she had trusted since her first day in Eregion. This was not the Lord Celebrimbor she knew. The one she trusted.

The Orcs aimed their arrows at the walls of Eregion, stepping up their blows, their attacks. And for a second, as Celebrimbor gave orders, he almost seemed fine. The Lord of Eregion once more. But when he turned, everything changed.

“Seize him. He is Sauron!” Celebrimbor cried, as Annatar walked slowly towards them. “He has been lying to you all along.”

Mirdania watched Annatar. Annatar looked at Celebrimbor in complete disappointment. It was understandable, of course. Lord Celebrimbor's accusations were very serious. Accusing an Emissary of the Valar of being Sauron? That possibility alone frightened Mirdania.

“No. He has been protecting us.” Mirdania said, defending Annatar.

Commander Malendol defended Lord Annatar, intensifying Mirdania’s protests. Every elf in Eregion trusted Annatar. Why wouldn’t they? He had worked alongside them. He was fighting alongside them, wasn’t he?

Caught in his madness, Celebrimbor's accusations did not stop. Mirdania stared at Sauron, searching for the cut, for the night-dark blood. But Annatar's wounded hand glowed with red blood. And Annatar looked so helpless, so surprised by Celebrimbor's words. He was not even trying to defend himself.

Tears stained Mirdania's face. When this was all over, she would take care of Celebrimbor. She would do whatever she could to make him better, as long as they survived the Siege.

“Come, My Lord.” Mirdania said, snapping out of her stupor.

Her hands gently reached out to Celebrimbor, stroking the Elf's arm. But Celebrimbor did not even notice the gentle touch of his smith, he was completely focused on Annatar. He looked at him as if he were staring at Morgoth himself.

“Let's get you back where you belong.”

Celebrimbor finally looked at Mirdania, but the look she received was not comforting. It was frightening. Filled with distrust, steeped in anger and despair.

“Get your hands off me!” Celebrimbor bellowed in rage.

Celebrimbor pulled his hands away from Mirdania, nearly hurting her. She did not understand what was happening until she felt the hard ground against her face. The mud, cold and filthy, smeared Mirdania's pale face. And she was in pain.

So much pain that she could not move, could not lift her face from the ground. Blood flooded her mouth, the taste of it clouding her other senses. All Mirdania could hear was the clamor of the Orcs, their screams. When one of the Orcs turned Mirdania's body face up, and she could face the sky once more, she could no longer see Celebrimbor and Annatar.

Her entire face hurt, and she tried to spit out the blood. One of the Orcs, carrying a large axe, was ready to strike Mirdania. But silently, he was stopped. Another Orc whispered in his ear, and reluctantly but obediently, he pulled the axe away from Mirdania.

Suddenly, everything around Mirdania went completely dark, she could no longer keep her eyes open. For countless hours, she was trapped in this darkness, feeling her body being dragged back to Eregion. She should be dead. She wanted to be dead. Mirdania did not want to wake up and return to that nightmare.

The moon was bright in the sky when Mirdania awoke, her body aching all over. Her once magnificent green dress was covered in mud and her own blood. She was in Eregion, she realized. But Eregion had fallen, she knew it as soon as she looked around.

Some Elves were huddled in the ruins, hugging each other. Orcs screamed in Black Speech, paying little attention to the Elves' cries. With great effort, Mirdania forced her body to stand up, she tried her best to stay standing, but the pain was stronger.

The Orcs, watching her struggles, mocked her attempts. Three times Mirdania rose, and each time she fell. Her hands ached, sore from striking the ground of Eregion so many times. The broken ground of Eregion.

“Mirdania.” A distant voice whispered, but it was getting closer.

Mirdania looked at each of the Orcs, searching for who was doing this to her, who was trying to increase her suffering. How dare they torture her after all the horrors they had committed?

“Look at me, Mirdania,” the voice said, closer this time.

Mirdania looked up and was greeted by the presence of Annatar. He looked nothing like an Emissary of the Valar. He wore black armor. Fit for a warrior. All his clothes were black, so black. And he was carrying something that Mirdania did not recognize at first.

It was a sword, but it was nothing like the swords forged by elven smiths. This sword felt wrong, dirty. An indescribable cruelty emanated from it. In her other hand, Annatar carried a crown.

Gasping, Mirdania crawled, trying to get away from him. She knew that crown. She knew who it had belonged to. All the Elves knew. Celebrimbor had been right all along. He is Sauron, and he was deceiving them all.

Tears blurred Mirdania's vision, but she kept crawling. Trying to get away from him, from the Dark Lord. Annatar had never existed. No Emissary of the Valar would be as wicked as he. The Valar would punish them all for aiding Sauron in his cruel goals.

Mirdania screamed, feeling a warm hand grab her leg, stopping her from running away from him. Annatar, no, Sauron was face to face with her now. And he looked furious. Completely enraged. Blood was running down his face. He was wounded too, but those were battle wounds.

In Sauron’s hand, Mirdania saw a small brown leather pouch. It was the Nine, wasn’t it? She sobbed, shaking her head. If Celebrimbor knew he was Sauron, he would never give him any more Rings. There was only one explanation. Celebrimbor, the Lord of Eregion, her friend who had always been so kind and gentle, was dead.

“Please.” Mirdania sobbed, covering her face with her hands. She couldn’t bear to look at him. “Don’t hurt me, please.”

Sauron laughed, releasing Mirdania's leg. He stepped closer to her, leaving his crown and sword on the ground. Mirdania did not move, sitting on the ground, unable to look at Sauron. His hands reached for her face, forcing her to open her eyes. To look at him.

“You need not be afraid, Mirdania.” He whispered maliciously. “Not from me.”

Mirdania cried even harder. How could he bear to lie to her? That she had always believed in him, that she had always defended him. How foolish she had been to trust him. How stupid she had been to trust Morgoth's lieutenant. A monster.

“I will take care of you.” Sauron whispered, stroking Mirdania’s face. “I promise.”

Sauron stared at Mirdania uncomfortably. This was not how he had expected things to end. But she had to insist on staying close to Celebrimbor, on being an obstacle to him, to his healing plans.

Sauron was trying to help, wasn't he? It was frustrating, how the Elves dared to be angry with him, when he was only trying to heal what Morgoth had destroyed. It didn't matter. In the end, yes, they would thank Sauron for his efforts.

He retrieved his sword and crown, standing. Below him, Mirdania remained silent. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, not that much, anyway. He hadn’t expected her to nearly die when he’d pushed her off the wall, he’d just needed Celebrimbor to be scared. More manipulable.

“Keep her safe.” Sauron ordered, looking away from Mirdania to the Orcs. “Kill everyone else.”

If Mirdania had had the strength, or at least the courage, she would have screamed. She would have begged them to let them all live. Or to kill her too. But she couldn't move, she was too scared to fight. To face Sauron.

Putrid, cruel hands lifted Mirdania from the ground. She let the Orc drag her, forcing her to her feet. Nothing else mattered, this, this was not life. It was an eternal nightmare.

For weeks, Mirdania accompanied the Orcs on their journey. They would not tell her where they were taking her, and she did not ask. Why would she try to speak to them? Obviously, Sauron had given them orders to be quiet, to take Mirdania away.

And for weeks, she pushed her body to the limit, being dragged across Middle-earth, accepting the grunts and insults of the Orcs. All this lasted until the sky turned red. They were very far from Eregion. Mirdania laughed wryly, alone in the devastated forest, while the Orcs hunted.

She tried to force the shackles away, but they were too strong. The Southlands. The ancient kingdom of Halbrand, or so she had been forced to believe. That land was no more. Mordor, the Orcs called it.

A land of devastation, ruin, and death. Evil emanated from even the few trees that remained standing. Why was she here? Mirdania wondered, worried. What cruel plans had Sauron prepared for her? She remained silent when the Orcs returned, forcing Mirdania to walk with them.

It was impossible to walk through Mordor, but the Orcs were not kind, forcing Mirdania to walk even was her feet became painful. After weeks of extreme torture, Mirdania caught sight of a camp. Sauron's camp, of course.

Adar's old camp. Mirdania did not even complain when the Orcs shoved her into a tent without further explanation. All she did was cry, mourning for Eregion, for Celebrimbor. For all of them who had been deceived.

Mirdania didn’t know if it was day or night, but the camp was finally silent. She tried to rub the dried blood from her face, but it was no use. Footsteps outside the tent approached, and Mirdania hugged her knees.

Majestic as when he had introduced himself as Emissary of the Valar, Sauron entered Mirdania's tent. Now, without his armor, he seemed less dangerous, less evil. That was what he wanted her to think, indeed. He was still fully clothed. A true Dark Lord.

“Mirdania.” Sauron whispered, walking towards her.

“Stay away!” Mirdania screamed, hoarse, desperate.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” Sauron growled, approaching her.

Well, this certainly wasn't going as he had planned either. Sauron set the bowl down on Mirdania's makeshift bed, bending down towards her, standing just inches from her face. For the Valar, she looked like hell.

“I promised I would protect you, didn’t I?” Sauron said.

“You have deceived me!” cried Mirdania, trying to pull away. “You have killed Lord Celebrimbor.”

Mirdania cried, shaking as Sauron's hands cupped her wounded face. She felt helpless. He looked so powerful. He felt powerful.

“Celebrimbor caused his own death,” Sauron said with false calm. “But not you, Mirdania. You are different from him.”

Mirdania, Sauron thought, would be good for him. A trustworthy ally. Someone he could keep by his side. Why did everyone insist he deserved to be alone? He was trying to help, to heal. They should be grateful to him.

“You trust me, don’t you, Mirdania?”

It didn’t sound like a question, but like an order. And Mirdania felt that she was taking a great risk if she disappointed the Dark Lord. She did not trust him, far from it. She was terrified. But she had no choice, did she? So, sighing, Mirdania agreed, pretending that this was not Sauron, but Annatar.

“That’s good.” He smiled, caressing her face.

To her surprise, Sauron pulled the bowl toward them, taking a cloth from Mirdania's bed. Carefully, and with unusual delicacy for one such as himself, Sauron dipped the cloth into the bowl.

Treating Mirdania like a cornered animal, Sauron was precise with each of his movements, trying not to trigger another panic attack in her. Calmly, he rubbed the cloth against her face, wiping away the blood. Wiping away all the memories of what he had done, of what he had caused her.

It was all the comfort he could give her. Sauron was good at destroying things. People. He was incapable of remorse, of righting his wrongs without causing more damage. But he was trying, at least, or so he thought.

When he was satisfied with the cleanliness, he pulled the cloth away from Mirdania's face. She still looked very hurt. He sighed, cupping her face.

“What are you doing?” Mirdania asked in fear.

But Sauron remained silent, staring at her. Then he whispered, words she could not understand. Dirty words. Wrong words. Black Speech. His language, his Orcs'. All the corrupted.

Mirdania gasped as the pain faded, just a terrible memory now. Sauron pushed Mirdania's hands away, standing up. Surprised, she touched her face, looking for the scars, for any sign of the injuries she had sustained in the fall.

“Why?” She asked, staring at the floor.

“Believe it or not, Mirdania,” Sauron said, his back to her. “But I care about you.”

Weeks passed until Mirdania met Sauron again. The Orcs did not harm her, did not attack her, at Sauron's request. Mirdania was left alone, in peace, in her tent. And Sauron kept his promise, made in Eregion. He continued to care for her, from a distance, as far away as possible, but always making sure that she was well. That she had everything she needed.

Because Sauron did not care about Mirdania, deep down, he thought he felt other things for her. But Sauron knew no another way to love. This was the love he had been taught by Morgoth. A dark love, one that grew between the shadow and the soul. A corrupt, cruel love. Dirty.

Sauron kept his distance from Mirdania, that was what she needed. Only then would she trust him again. Only then would she accept staying with him, in that camp of Orcs, surrounded by evil beings who knew no compassion.

When the seventh month had passed, Mirdania heard the Orcs' shouts of celebration. She knew the reason for their evil joy. They spoke only of the Dark Lord's fortress, now nearly complete.

An orc entered the tent, walking towards Mirdania. She huddled in the corner of the tent, hoping he would leave her alone. To be honest, they weren’t really hurting Mirdania, not anymore. They fed her, brought her clean clothes, and let her walk around the camp when Sauron wasn’t around.

“Lord Sauron awaits you.” The Orc said, holding out a cloak to Mirdania.

“Where should I go?” She asked, covering herself with her cloak.

“Let’s go.” He huffed, dragging Mirdania out of the tent.

Mirdania walked silently beside the Orc, noticing that they were moving too far from the camp. Mirdania hated the sky of Mordor, the smell of death that permeated the air, the land. It was so different from Eregion.

They walked for a long time in silence, until the Orc stopped, leaving Mirdania alone in the destroyed forest. Before she could ask where he was going, she heard footsteps approaching.

If this was yet another deception of his, it was one of the cruelest, indeed. For Sauron retained the features of Annatar, and sometimes, when the loneliness was too great, Mirdania almost pretended that he was still Annatar, that nothing had happened.

“Why am I here, Lord Sauron?” Mirdania asked, upset.

“No.” He said harshly. “Don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you, then?” She laughed in disbelief. “You can’t believe I’m so stupid as to call you Annatar.”

Furious, Sauron walked toward Mirdania, holding her hand, as he had in Eregion, when things had still seemed so easy, so much better. She looked at him uncertainly. Sauron was known for his deceit, and Mirdania did not want to be his victim again.

“I once promised that I would reward you duly.” Sauron whispered, his eyes never leaving Mirdania.

“Yes.” She agreed, staring at him. “It was a very painful reward, that one, I must say.”

She expected him to hurt her, to rage at her words. But Sauron's anger was worse, it was silent. He said no word as he stared at Mirdania, watching the conflicting emotions play across her face.

“At the forge, you seemed so sure about me.” He quipped, patting her hand.

“You deceived me!” Mirdania accused.

“No.” Sauron denied, smiling condescendingly. “You deceived yourself.”

“I trusted you.” Mirdania said, defeated.

She felt Sauron's hands against her face, caressing her cheek. Mirdania looked at him, trying to unravel his lies, trying to find the deception in his words. But with Sauron, it was all just a deception, wasn't it?

“I want you to stay here, Mirdania.” His voice was lower, more uncertain. “I want you to stay, with me.”

Mirdania sighed, sickened by his trick. But despite Mirdania's feelings. It was not a deception, not this time. Sauron, after being defeated by Galadriel, was still shaken by her words.

By how she had humiliated him, by how she had mocked his attempts to heal him. Because she had exposed his greatest fear. His failure. And after so many years since Melkor's chaining, Adar's betrayal, Sauron felt alone. And he was tired of feeling this way.

“Trust me, one more time.” He whispered.

Mirdania didn't understand what was happening until she felt Sauron's lips against hers. Unlike the kiss in the forge, this one felt different, more real. Without Sauron's deception clouding her emotions. And what choice did Mirdania have but to reciprocate. Because she too felt so alone, so miserably alone in Mordor.

She kissed him back, her hands reaching up to rest on Sauron's shoulders, while his hands kept their possessive touch on her face. She hated herself for kissing him, after everything he had done to her, after what he had done to Celebrimbor.

But the Deceiver was stronger than she was, and Mirdania was intoxicated by his presence, by the damned Dark Lord. And Sauron was demanding in his kiss, cruel, possessive, as if he would accept no less than he deserved, less than he needed.

Mirdania wept against Sauron's lips, because she wanted him as much as she had been hurt by him. Sauron kissed Mirdania with all his darkness, with all his desire. Because now, he was not trying to convince Mirdania to stay by his side, so that she would fall into one of his illusions. He simply wanted to be with her, in his sick, twisted way, but he wanted to.

And she would never refuse him, even if her heart was broken and she hated him. Mirdania's hands reached for Sauron's hair, the blond strands as when he introduced himself as Annatar. Gently, without breaking the kiss, she undid the bow he still wore in his hair.

Golden strands fell against Sauron's face and he groaned against Mirdania's lips, laying her body on the ground, tired of being so far from another person, alone for so many centuries. Mirdania returned the kiss with the same intensity, with the same hunger.

Sauron's lips moved away from hers, moving down Mirdania's neck. He kissed her neck, his tongue swiping against her skin, biting harder and harder. A Maia intoxicated by an Elf. These stories never had happy endings in Middle-earth.

Mirdania moaned, holding onto Sauron's blond hair, gasping every time he bit her. It was wrong to be here, in his arms, but she was tired of resisting him. She had nothing left but him. There was only Sauron left in Mirdania's life.

“Will you stay with me, Mirdania?” he asked, obsession tainting his voice.

Mirdania nodded, moaning as he bit her earlobe, pulling his body closer so that he was all she could see, all she could feel. Because she had never wanted Sauron, the Dark Lord, the Enemy, more than she did in that moment.

“That's my girl.” He groaned, kissing Mirdania again.

But his kisses were more impatient, more obsessive. More out of control. Sauron kissed Mirdania's neck again, trailing his kisses down her chest, over her dress, making her shiver against his touch.

Sauron was everywhere, his domineering presence overshadowing Mirdania's feelings, overshadowing her will. She moaned as he continued to kiss her down, holding the black dress she wore. He insisted she dress like this, all her clothes were dark.

When Sauron pulled her dress up, Mirdania noticed that he was watching her, as if she were his prey, his prey that had just fallen into the hands of the predator. But she no longer cared.

Not when his lips touched Mirdania, and she moaned, feeling the hot touch of Sauron's tongue, devouring her as if it had been an eternity since she had felt that touch, that desire. He might be the Enemy, a cruel monster, but Mirdania could not resist him.

She moaned again, gripping his now loose hair, pulling hard, and Sauron growled against her. It was too much for her to bear, lest she lose her mind. She was panting, feeling his tongue against her, like a hungry man, like a man ruled by his desires.

And Mirdania wanted to drown in that feeling, in his lips. In everything he could offer her. All Mirdania had was now, and she wouldn't waste any more, not after so many losses.

Gasping, she closed her eyes, arching her back, her dress slipping further down, but Sauron's hands gripped her thighs tightly, never stopping his attack, never stopping devouring Mirdania as if she were all that was left for him.

Maybe it was. He was the Dark Lord, and she was giving herself to him, even though she knew who he was, even though she knew what he had done. Even after everything he had done to her. She still wanted him, and that excited Sauron more than anything else.

When Mirdania cum against his lips, he didn't pull away, continuing to enjoy her taste, to be intoxicated by her flavor. Only when she sobbed, too sensitive, did he pull away from her. But he wasn't sated, yet.

Sauron's cold, murderous hands reached for Mirdania's dress, freeing her from that damned obstacle that was getting in their way. She was beautiful, indeed. Sauron hated how the Elves, his greatest enemies, always surprised him.

“Are you mine?” He growled, kissing her jaw.

“Yes.” She moaned.

“Say you’re mine.” He demanded.

“I am yours, Sauron.”

Pleased with her words, Sauron's hands covered Mirdania's body, exploring her as if she were a new land, as if she were completely his. But she was, he knew that. His and his alone.

Sauron's kisses were fierce, voracious, descending on Mirdania's breasts. Kissing fervently, biting, licking. Making her his, completely. So that he would no longer have to be alone in his search for a cure.

Mirdania moaned Sauron's name as he touched her, his lips never leaving her breasts. He played her as if she were music, the Music of the Elder Days, when he was still good, as Eru had created him.

“Sauron.” She moaned, sighing at his touch.

“Mirdania.” He whispered against her skin, trailing kisses up her neck, never stopping his touch on her body. “Tell me you’ll be mine, and mine alone.”

It was in Sauron's nature to be obsessive. Even when he was deceiving his victims, he couldn't help but wish they were his, and no one else's. And even though he wasn't trying to deceive Mirdania, because he was just getting what he deserved, he couldn't shake the feeling.

“Yes.” She moaned, lost in the feel of his fingers. “Only yours, Sauron.”

He smiled wickedly, kissing Mirdania. She was eager to please, even if she didn't realize it. Even if she was trying to resist him. She kissed him back with the same hungry passion, needing him so much. And she continued to moan, holding his arm tightly, digging her nails in, as she finally cumming against his fingers.

It was always interesting to Sauron to see how people fell apart for him, how they always gave in to his command. Sauron removed his fingers from Mirdania, bringing his fingers to his own lips, savoring the taste of her. This was the love Sauron could give Mirdania, all the love he knew. And she would not say no to him.

“You have always been so good to me.” Sauron said, looking at Mirdania.

He felt something different, a new sensation, but he didn't want to think about it anymore. These emotions were strange, frightening. And Sauron didn't need them, never had. He wouldn't admit that something was different about him, that something about him kept him close to Mirdania beyond desire.

Stepping away from Mirdania, Sauron patiently removed his own clothes, fighting the desire in his chest, the heat, the insatiable hunger he felt for her. For the Elf who had fallen in love with the Emissary of the Valar, and in the end, was willing to bed the Dark Lord.

The Elves were creatures of love, they did not give their bodies and hearts lightly. Mirdania did not do this by deception, because she was lonely, she was choosing Sauron. Because she wanted him, and nothing more.

Sauron's body was so warm against Mirdania's, like the flames she had glimpsed in the forge, so long ago, not knowing that that heat had always belonged to him, had always been his.

Mirdania cupped Sauron's face, pressing their lips together. Here, alone in the broken forest of Mordor, he did not need all his control, all his power. They were alone in each other's arms. And it sickened him, it frightened him. But he wanted it too.

She moaned against Sauron's lips as his body came under hers, his weight covering her entire body. But she was content, wrapping her legs around his waist, keeping him close to her, even after she swore in her heart that she didn't want him.

Sauron's movements were as cruel as he was, fierce, ravenous. Insatiable. His lips dominated Mirdania's, his tongue controlling hers, biting her lips, groaning against her lips. And Mirdania felt so good against him.

Against Sauron's warm body, with his voracious and rough touches, with his muffled moans. Sauron stopped kissing Mirdania, to attack her neck again. Always looking for more touch, more lust.

She was accepting everything about him, losing herself in the movements of his body, feeling so good, so complete, like she had never felt before. She had known this in Eregion, but she had believed that feeling had died when he attacked her home. But Mirdania was still in love with him.

“My good girl.” He moaned, almost incoherently, his movements harder, faster.

He gripped Mirdania's thigh roughly, squeezing tightly, his nails digging into her skin as her nails raked his back. It was intoxicating. It was wicked. A desire rising from the darkness. Because everything about Sauron was rotten, tainted.

And Mirdania allowed him to soil her with his evil, with his wickedness. A monstrous, insatiable desire ruled the Dark Lord's actions. For Sauron, everything he desired, everything he loved, he conquered with his power, with his cruelty. The same overwhelming passion with which he took Mirdania for himself, to rule, as he ruled all.

He was brutally attractive, and Mirdania had no chance. She was even more in love with him, of course she was. She was as Sauron wished, alone, at his complete mercy. Of his love. Of his hunger.

And, lost in her desire, in her passion for Sauron, Mirdania knew that she was not in love with Annatar, but with who Sauron really was, even if she did not know it yet, back then. And perhaps his darkness had drawn her to him all along.

“Sauron.” She moaned, against his ear, before Sauron cupped her face again, bringing their lips together.

It felt horribly right, and Mirdania cum against Sauron, cursing his name, keeping her arms around him. It was a blind, corrupt devotion, and Sauron was drinking her essence.

Sauron bit Mirdania's lips hard, without breaking the kiss, cumming against Mirdania. Sauron hated the Valar even more now, knowing how much they loved the Elves, how much they wanted to protect them. How much they were enchanted by them. Because Sauron was also enchanted by an Elf, and he hated it.

Gasping, Mirdania opened her eyes, looking up at Sauron's face. In that moment, with the golden strands falling against his face, he had never looked so sincere, so real. Uncertain, Sauron pulled away from Mirdania, reluctant to face how he felt.

Her hands lightly caressed his shoulder, and Sauron looked at her, confused by such a delicate, tender gesture.

“I’ll stay with you.” She said, serious. Determined.

Sauron, his face expressionless but his mind overflowing, simply brought Mirdania's face closer, kissing her calmly, less fiercely, more possessively. He didn't answer. Words were not necessary. Not anymore.

That was so sad, but I made up for the pain, didn't I? I love the idea of ​​Annatar and Mirdania so much. Oh, yeah, I'll never get over them and that's what matters.

As for requests, all that's missing is Galadriel x Adar, and Adar x reader.

I hope you enjoyed it. Reblogs, comments and likes are always welcome! And please don't copy my work or post it anywhere else.

tag: @valar-did-me-wrong @redrosesandcharmingsouls @whenimaunicorn

[crownmemes]

Period Drama Inspired Sentences

(Sentences that feel they could have come straight out of a period drama. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I was given to understand that you required a valet."

"I hope we shall become friends."

"You are being very facetious this evening!"

"Well, I thought I knew everyone at my ball, but it appears not!"

"I will not be spoken to this way!"

"My father is very influential."

"I'm tired of being so coy and so polite."

"What would possess you to do something so foolish?"

"Marriage is indeed a manoeuvring business."

"Actually, my father is a rather important man."

"Stand up straight! Is that the way they teach you to stand nowadays?"

"In society, one must learn to conform."

"I look like a harlot in this."

"Is there not enough tension in this house already?"

"Every time I have given my heart, it has led to catastrophe."

"Pass me your revolver. I have a sudden need to use it."

"Our traditions define us."

"May I have this dance?"

"You don't care about your family's legacy?"

"I fear she does not know her place."

"You are dangerously close to impertinence."

"You wouldn't talk to me like this if I were a man."

"I say, you do have a heart!"

"I have been invited to a grand occasion tonight. The invitation is for two, and I thought you might be able to accompany me?"

"Has my allegiance not been proved?"

"I don't believe we've been formally introduced?"

"I have no intention of repenting."

"I will do my duty, and nothing more."

"My dear, you shall break so many hearts."

"My books have been my only true companion since childhood."

"Don't think I can't look into your wretched black heart and see the machinations laid bare!"

"You shame us all. You shame the family name."

"Will anyone be spared your ire tonight?"

"Will your servant still be up to look after you?"

"I didn't think you were the type of gentleman to appreciate poetry."

"You seem to be a woman who understands why submission to another would be intolerable."

"Why must you always denigrate my work?"

[threegoldfish]

When Steven mentions the fact that they have owned this artifact for years at this point, that those who could possibly be looking for it would've kicked down their door - or rather Marc's storage unit - a couple of times by now if they were existent to begin with... it actually makes Marc stop his line of thought; Granted, the hand on his shoulder might add to that, grounding him, and so Marc visibly deflates as he sighs, knowing that Steven is damn right with what he's just said.

Okay, okay. Good. Yeah, that... makes it better. No one had ever searched for it intensely enough to end up at Marc's storage unit, and Marc had actually completely forgotten about that stupid thing until rather recently, so...

"Yeah.", he says, voice lacking that initial pressure from before as his gaze turns a bit tired, defeated almost, while continuing to look at Steven being his reasonable self. "---Yeah, you're right. Perhaps no one's giving a fuck about it anyway; It looks good as a fish tank decoration at least, so there's that."

Not that Marc cares much about what said tank looks like, but... that artifact really does add a little something to it, in a way - he thinks so, at least, when his gaze trails away from the other to peek back at the two goldfish instead, watching them continuing to swim in circles around it as if worshipping the damn thing.

Perhaps they are? How would he know, he's not a damn goldfish, after all.

...No, Marc is not breathing with Steven in unison then, but he appreciates the gesture nevertheless and instead allows himself to let his eyes fall closed for a second, sorting through some of his thoughts. That Steven seems to recognize the struggle of being in need to focus on something, anything, helps - again - and Marc wonders how the fuck he would've coped with this if it weren't for the other to be his usual self.

Food actually sounds really, really good right now. Despite Marc hurting like hell still and his headache continuing to try and end him here, he's actually starving, in an odd way. Which is pretty unusual for him, as he's known to only eat for the sole intake of calories rather than because he's having an appetite.

But here he is, and before he can even give a verbal reply - already having opened his eyes again, lips parting so he can speak out a reply - his stomach is the one to give an answer first, growling into the silence that stretches between them, making a sound that's certainly telling enough all by itself.

"---Yeah, please tell me I'm not the only one who's apparently starving here.", Marc then grunts, embarrassed about his own physique, and he doesn't wait for Steven to reply. "How 'bout some curry from that food stall down the street? The one with the vegan options."

It's solid food and sounds comforting to him right now; Grounding, even. He's always been fond of curry. It's also just convenient to get take away instead of doing a grocery run, especially since they're... well, this is new to them right now. All of this.

"I'll just --- I can go and grab us some real quick if you want? Won't be long."

-- ❝Yes, exactly!❞ Steven's response comes out excited despite the depth of what is being realized here, he's thrilled that not only has he figured this out but Marc's actually listening to his explanation. Everything else aside, that feels like a win and he'll absolutely take that for all its worth. Especially since his excitement isn't given long, not with the way Marc seems perturbed by the implications. Sure, it certainly could be a dangerous tool, armies could be doubled with something like this and who knows what it would do to the minds of those who don't have the unique state of their own- his own? Oh, that's going to be strange to consider from now on. His brain. Not theirs. Hm-

-- ❝Marc..❞ Struggling to get a word in, he lets the other man spill out his concerns, book drawn to his chest and arms wrapped around it with a frown. While justified in some of his concerns, it really does seem like the least of their problems right now. But maybe that's the point, maybe Marc needs something else to worry about rather than focusing on their situation - but this isn't a healthy way to go about that at all. -- ❝Um- well, we've had it for.. what, years now?❞ Finally managing to get a chance to speak, he reaches forward and rests a hand on Marc's shoulder, offering a lopsided smile. ❝If someone was looking for it, I think they'd have come after it by now, yeah? I mean, it's become a fishtank decoration..❞ A fact that, while useful for keeping it hidden and as innocuous as possible, pains his heart as someone who cares for the preservation of history. He can only hope its magical properties also mean it won't degrade in the tank. -- ❝I think it's safe enough.❞ He reassures with a gentle pat to the shoulder before drawing his hand back, finally releasing the book he was holding to set it on the table. They both needed something to focus on, however, that much was absolutely true. Something practical, ideally, engaging enough to keep them occupied but not so much to overwhelm. He has just the thing. -- ❝So, lets take a deep breath-❞ Doing so, whether or not Marc follows suit, he holds it for a few seconds before finally exhaling. ❝And instead, we figure out where we go from here. What-..❞ It's meant to be an easy discussion but the very thought of Marc possibly leaving, making his own life now that they're apart, halts his words before he can say them. He doesn't want to even suggest it, just in case Marc hasn't yet realized it's an option. -- ❝…What do you want for dinner? We should get some food.❞

[lord-squiggletits]

Part of why I hate this fandom's take on Autobots vs Decepticons is ppl (mainly 'con fans honestly) who can't have any nuance of the situation whatsoever and love to write plots like "oh the humans are racist and abusive towards Cybertronians so this is how Megatron is right" no actually I don't think colonialism/imperialism and racism are justified so long as you can point the finger and say "they were the aggressors first" or "their hands are no cleaner than ours bc their society sucks too" sorry. Please come up with better sociopolitical narratives in your war story.

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

All I've seen on the left this election has been a loop of

"I'm not voting Harris cause she's pro-genocide"

"But then you're letting Trump into power! It'll be on you when trans kids die!"

and

"I'm voting Harris cause I don't want Hitler Jr in charge again"

"So Palestine doesn't matter to you? Someone finally showed their true colors!"

I feel like we're saying the same things here. Some coordination would be nice, people.

[aria-upside-down]

my friend and I haven't talked in a week, but I don't want to text or call her first this time. It's always me. I'm so tired of being the only one who puts effort in.

[ashyjingles]

hi i see all your points and they're all valid but i disagree with some of them but also agree with some (regardless of how much i agree with them though your points all absolutely have an undeniable foundation)

disclaimer i haven't watched the show or read the books in a while

1) the pacing was ABSOLUTELY off. nowadays companies don't want to 'waste' money on anything that could be filler episodes, but those filler episodes are crucial to us getting to know a character both under times of extreme stress, but also maybe some more relaxed moments (as relaxed as a quest to get back your dead mom back can be at least)

each chapter in the books had something unique to it. when you mash them up into that few episodes, it gets loud and muddled. stuff happening ALL the time tired a viewer out. it also makes them so focused on the big plot points that they don't get the chance to notice the finer details, thus removing the ability for good world building via show not tell. you're right, everything feels too explicitly given to us. we're supposed to be learning the world with the characters! it's part of the struggle. but instead their struggles and characters are undermined by making it too easy

2) i actually don't think percy trusted poseidon at ALL at that point. they've had no contact until that point, but the fact that poseidon was his father alone got sally killed. percy resents him for that, and for not once showing up throughout his childhood years. i like the fall rather than the jump because it shows an apprehension to trust him (which is a large part of his character! he doesn't trust authority figures right away! not after all his shit teachers! not after gabe!) and a pleasant surprise that poseidon is actually so strongly advocating for percy

i like percy as a parallel to luke. angry at the gods and their treatment of their kids, and of opinion that things need to CHANGE. because that's part of what makes him fighting against the titans so significant. he's not fighting AGAINST the gods, he's fighting **for the demigods**. that requires him to fight for the lesser evil

i also like percy and annabeth as a sort of foil. annabeth had a terrible experience with her mortal family, so she turns to her godly side. and they've been there for her since a very young age!

percy meanwhile has had only good experiences with his mom. the problem is that those good experiences are ONLY with his mom. it's them two against the world to him at first. they're both suffering gabe's abuse, and his dad, who's supposed to be a god with insane powers, just lets it happen? the sally dies because of her association with poseidon. percy's angry at him for not protecting her.

3)

a) GROVER I LOVE YOU. you're supposed seem lowkey pathetic at first BUT THEN PROVE YOURSELF. my shayla 🥺😔

sorry anyways

b) we never got to see annabeth prove how smart she was! we never got to see her just be a normal annoying 12 year old! we never got to see her just be a softie! or a kid!

and i cannot express how much i agree with what you say about her being there at luke's fight. her realization that he can't be saved... doesn't really happen until the very end for her. why is happening here?

however, i think that her crush on him can be nuanced. i don't care for the crush one way or another. i think it works with or without. an infatuation with an older brother figure makes sense! i'm not a younger sibling so i don't know it first hand, but my little sister adored me and would follow my every word or action without question. i like that representation of luke and annabeth's relationship because i adore familial ones. but kids getting 'crushes' on people they look up too also makes sense i think. i'm aroace tho so. take that with a grain of salt lmao bc idk how that works

c) abuse is abuse, and none should be "better/worse than the other." BUT. different types of abuse lead to different trauma responses. that changes their character. what i'm trying to say is that i agree with you lol

d) i think that it was reasonable for sally to get frustrated in difficult moments. i think the issue they had was they lacked any moments that showed her true character. we only see her worst moments, not her best. based on pattern recognition alone, she does come off as a bad mother. badly treating percy, badly treating percy, oh the museum scene is cute! badly treating percy... you see how that reads

you're also right about how it was too much for her character. even in her frustration, i find it hard to believe she would treat her child that way. you could of course argue that percy sees her through a lense because she's the only thing he has (and he routinely has to deal with gabe) but routinely throughout the books she is shown to be a great mother, even with any possible lense removed. it's jsut. bad writing

okay i'm done

please don't think any of this is disrespecting your opinion!! i think your opinions are all valid even if im technically disagreeing with them. i'm just sharing my own thoughts :)

UNPOPULAR (?) OPINION

(pls don't attack me for this 😭😭)

THE PERCY JACKSON SERIES WAS A PISS POOR ADAPTATION!!!

I would like to start by saying absolutely no hate on the actors!! They were perfect for their roles <3

I'm not just gonna be complaining the whole time, there were some things I did like and I do mention them as well.

1) the pacing was all off. I get that they only had 8 episodes to cram all that info and action into, but it really was WAYY too fast paced. The fight scenes didn't feel like fight scenes coz they were over in seconds, and just a lot of the info you're supposed to find out gradually or just know from context clues is outright said instead of shown and spaced out.

Also, just some of the dialogue was really cluncky and weird/unnecessary and made it very awkward to watch at times.

And then the only two long fight scenes dragged on and ended in ways that just completely disregarded a major character moment. Which leads me to no. 2

2) The arch scene. I actually really liked how they changed it to a shrine of Athena's in the show, it really showed how much Annabeth trusted her mother, and when Echidna was able to pass through anyway, the betrayal was a nice touch which really showed how much trouble they were really in.

HOWEVER!!! What I DIDN'T like, was that last fight scene with Echidna and the Chimera, which actually really upsets me coz it was our first decently lengthed fight scene. I didn't mind the fight overall, but the ending was a cop-out.

The scene in the book where he jumps out of the arch is supposed to show how much trust/faith he has in the gods and his father. He trusts that Poseidon will catch him. And yes, ik, Uncle Rick "thought it was closer" and didn't realise the river didn't go directly under the arch, but surely the fact that it wasn't closer holds that much more weight if he had jumped?

3) They completely butchered Grover, Annabeth, Sally and Gabe's characters.

Grover is supposed to be this scared but BRAVE and LOYAL satyr who loves nature and whose entire purpose is to PROTECT young demigods and find Pan (the god of the wild).

Instead, we get this guy who rats out his friend for doing something he didn't even do, AGREES WITH ARES about fucking WAR of all things (I get it was a ploy to get information but I'm still not really vibing coz it was just so out of character), and WAITS OUTSIDE till the fight is finished before running in and asking if it was over yet. And if all that wasn't bad enough, they've turned him into the exposition guy. Uncle Rick, does show don't tell mean nothing to you?? He deserved a lot better than what he got.

Annabeth in the books had so much depth and character dimension; she wanted to break free from her stereotypes (dumb blonde, girls can't fight/are weak etc); she had a lot of faith in the gods (especially her mother - I'm really glad this was shown in the show); she wanted a way to prove herself to the gods.

Instead her character is moulded down into a singular trait. 'Mean'. I personally think it's a step up from her movie counterpart's singular trait of 'girl', but they could also just do her one better and give her an actually fully fleshed out personality.

I understand that, due to her appearance, they obviously can't do the whole dumb blonde thing (which I really don't mind), but they could throw in some struggles about her race and the 'girls are weak' thing too. Obviously they'd have to be careful to handle it respectfully but it's definitely doable. Like, there are so many thing they can do with her character and all they did was make her mean.

I would have liked it to have been more obvious that she wanted to prove herself to the gods, because it's such a big reason why she chose to be part of the quest. Like, the bathroom scene should've made it more obvious that she was scoping him out to see if he was the leader of the quest she was prophesied to be in, instead of that stupid janky line about capture the flag.

I did, however, like that they got rid of her little crush on Luke, because the fandom ruined their sibling relationship because of that. (I can already see the arguments THATS gonna bring up lol). I interpreted her little crush on Luke as something similar to like when you'd have a teacher crush on primary school. A silly little crush because "they're pretty and were nice to me" kinda vibes. A platonic crush if you will ?

ANYWAYS, I'm glad they fixed that up, but I really would've liked to see her and Luke act more like siblings before he left. Like, half the confusion the first time round was coz we didn't get any proper sibling moments before (or after really) Percy came to the conclusion that Annabeth liked Luke. It just would've been a nice touch.

I also really didn't like the fight with Luke at the end (they changed WAYYYY too much) but the thing I dislike the most was that Annabeth was there. She wasn't supposed to be there. Half her struggle through the rest of the books was that she couldn't come to terms with the fact that Luke was on the Titan's side, and tried to hurt/kill them multiple times when they got in his way. It's supposed to be a slow process for her, but having her there would (realistically) speed up that process, and undermine her feelings and struggles from the books.

On another note, I didn't like how they dealt with Cerberus. It felt so unfeeling, when it was supposed to be a more emotional interaction. Annabeth loves dogs, and that was supposed to be one of the moments you learn more about her. It was supposed to be sad when they parted, but instead it was more of a "that thing is going to kill us, we need to get the fuck outta here" kind of situation.

One last thing for Annabeth coz this is getting long. The Fields of Asphodel scene was rubbish. If there had to be one of them stuck there, it should've been Grover. I truly believe he'd have the most regrets out of the three (eg. Thalia dying under his care, losing the teleportation pearl, trusting Luke, regret for ratting Percy out perhaps? Etc). But realistically they all would've planned roots. They each have regrets weighing them down. Anyways, I just thought it was stupid

Gabe is meant to be the absolute worst. He's meant to be an abusive asshole who couldn't give two shits about Sally and Percy. He's meant to be demanding and messy.

Instead we get this somewhat likeable guy whose worst crime is sitting in his chair for hours at a time. We're supposed to hate this guy, so why am I finding him kinda funny? Like yes, he's still kind of a dick, but he's not so irredeemable as he once was, and this version of him DEFINITELY doesn't deserve to be turned into a statue 😭😭

Like, miss ma'am, just divorce him, move out, turning him into a statue was so unnecessary in the show 😭😭

And I hate to say it, but the movies actually got him right.

And that leads me into Sally's character. In the books she's this brilliant woman with a heart of gold who loves her son more than anything. She married an abuser to protect her son from worse things, so he could grow up with a relatively normal childhood without fear of being hunted by monsters 24/7.

She's supposed to be a bit timid, a bit scared of Gabe because HES AN ABUSER. Sally isn't supposed to have her girlbossness yet! She hasn't gotten to the point where she can leave him (both because she's staying to protect Percy, and also because after being with someone like that for a prolonged period of time, it starts to get to you)

Side note - she's also not supposed to keep contact with Poseidon?? It kinda defeats the purpose of keeping Percy underwraps?? (I'm talking about that one flashback in the diner, it doesn't really make sense)

ANYWAYS!! Instead of some quality character development/growth, we get a character who unrealistically doesn't need it coz she isn't really a victim in the first place. They took away part of her character by taking away her trauma. The way that Sally and Gabe are portrayed really takes away from Sally, and the point that her character is at in the show doesn't make sense to her situation in the show's current timeline.

Also, the way Sally treats Percy in some of the flashbacks is fucking disgusting. THAT is NOT my Sally Jackson. My mother is emotionally/vocally abusive and neglectful, and that is exactly how she treats my neurodivergent younger brother. Maybe I'm projecting or looking into it too much, but seeing that in the show from one of my favourite characters in the books was so jarring, I almost started crying.

Because Sally is supposed to be the best mum, everyone loves her coz she's such a wonderful human being, and that's how she's been treating her son. It just makes me second guess how bad my own mum really is. Obviously everyone has their flaws, but getting angry and yelling at a child because he's scared/upset/doesn't want to do something has never been one of hers.

Alrighty, I'm gonna stop yabbering on coz I feel like this is WAYY too long, but I have a lotta thoughts and feelings about this coz PJO is my comfort fandom lol.

Please gimme any thoughts/opinions you like to share <33

[meowhariel]

siiiiiiigh

[poolsidescientist]

I think one of my biggest fantasies in life is being able to live somewhere/with someone that I can come and go as I please. Have my own car, not have to rely on other people or explain why I can’t be home of take care of people/the dog/etc. at all time. People think I’m greedy for wanting a well-paying job but having to take care of people you’re dependant on is really shitty and money would 100% solve this problem.

[boszbichblitzo]

"When you 'stood up to get air'? Are you sayin' you were straight up gonna walk out on me instead?" Blitz gaped, somehow that felt worse than Stolas just hiding his face when he was called out for being with him. If he'd actually abandoned him after he'd been shit on my Verosika and Fizz, he wasn't sure they'd even be having any conversation right now. "You do get that it's way fuckin' worse to just leave me all alone after that shit than hiding, right? Like, you know how fucked it would be to do that to someone you say you care so much about? I'd rather just see you fuckin' cry, at least then you wouldn't be showin' me how fucking little I matter."

The flinch caught him by surprise and Blitz made a mental note to try not to make any quick movements like that again– easier said than done when his tail was one of his most expressive features. "Stolas...." A sigh escaped and Blitz pinched the bridge of his nose. "We live in Hell. Do you really think anyone actually cares about the law? Especially when it's an imp he'd be fucking over if he decided to pull some bullshit on me? The rules don't apply to people like him and they don't protect people like me. I know ya probably don't get that, but it's the truth." His tone turned more tired than anything, this whole night was fucked and he couldn't help but wonder if it was all his fault. It usually was. Despite Stolas' protests, he was a problem. He always had been and he always would be. "We're talkin' about shit now, but you've already decided how this is gonna fucking go. You didn't even stop to consider if I'd want this, did you? You just decided shit needed fixing when it wasn't even broken."

Blitz flinched back as Stolas tried to touch him, but when he only grabbed his pinky, the imp decided not to pull away, tensing and looking down at where their hands were joined instead. As Stolas continued speaking, laid out a future that sounded so fucking domestic and wholesome, he froze, his throat suddenly feeling tighter and his anxiety rising and panic bubbling up in his chest . He didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve anything like that. And Stolas couldn't possibly want him– he wouldn't if he knew who Blitz really was instead of this fantasy he'd come up with in his head. "N-no...." Blitz pulled his hand away and took a step back, wrapping his arms and tail around himself in a self-soothing gesture. "No, you don't want this– you don't want me, Stolas. You don't even know me, not really. I-I don't know what kinda fantasy you've made up in your head, but I'm not him and I'm just gonna disappoint you and then you'll fuckin' hate me just like everyone else." His throat was dry and his nerves were absolutely fried already as he grappled with the urge to just fucking run from this conversation. He wanted Stolas– of course he wanted him, he was fucking hot as shit– but there was no way the owl could actually love the real Blitz, beyond the false bravado and confident facade, there was no way he could really care for someone as broken and toxic and rotten as him and he'd be fooling himself to hope otherwise.

"Why now?" He asked after an extended silence, his voice tight and small. "Why wait til now to do this? I don't..... I don't get what was so wrong you had to change shit when it was working just fine....."

The owl watched from the safety of his knees and listened to the man in front of him, Blitz's voice strained with familiar anger and something else that Stolas wasn't sure... was it pain, guilt, anxiety? The prince didn't know but it made his chest ache. "... I would have helped you get in" He says softly before his shoulders tense up to his chin at what Blitz says next. "I... I was embarrassed your right but not because of you Blitz and I have not once been ashamed for sleeping with you but I.. I didn't like being stared at. I take antidepressants for a reason... and when the spotlight blinded me and Asmodeus grabbed me when I stood up to get air after hearing all those horrible lies those other people where saying about you my anxiety spiked.... I couldn't breath" he groaned in memory and hides his wet face in his talons. ".... I didn't want you to see me cry... who cries because their overwhelmed on their first date.... its fucking embarrassing."

The owl hears a swish while his eyes were covered and jumps slightly before instinctively tensing up waiting for the sound of something crashing but when it doesn't come he peeks between his fingers and realizes it had just been Blitz's tail. "He can't do that Blitz, there is a legal system in place to prevent that kind of thing from happening and I am planning to show you the legal paperwork and what we need to do to get your business legalized officially." He made a soft noise in denial then he noticed the tears welling in the imp's eyes and couldn't help moving closer to the edge of the bed where Blitz was. "Your not a problem Blitz never... and we are having a conversation about it... right now currently, I haven't given you the crystal yet or the legal paperwork that came with it. you still have to sign your name."

Stolas gently wiped his wet eyes and the dripping tears from his face sniffling as he listened to the shorter man describe their time together. ".... your right, in the beginning I was very enthusiastic.. eager to have sex with you every full moon.. but please understand Blitz... you are the second person in my entire life I've ever had sex with and the first person I was willing to go to bed with I was excited.. am excited to explore that part of myself with you... I didn't know how to be involved with someo-" He froze when he heard what Blitz said next white pupils showing shock and distress in his wet cherry red eyes before reaching out timidly... he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch but he couldn't stop himself gently hooking his pinky finger with Blitz's own pinky. "get rid of you? I'm not throwing you away Blitz! I'm... I'm unchaining you to me, I'm giving you a choice in whether you stay or go, giving you a choice whether you want to see me or not.... no obligations or deals, just... just us and what we want to be to each other.... I want you to stay, I want to wake up next to you and cook breakfast with you and take our daughters shopping... together but if that's not what you want I'll understand... I won't bother you or text you... I'll accept your choice."

He lightly squeezed Blitz's pinky and gave a wet sniffle. "I'm gross and covered in tears, I very much doubt you want that now Blitz." The prince knew the other was deflecting... and that was okay, tonight was a very highly emotional night and Stolas honestly had been expecting a far worse outcome then them talking like this. He listened before shyly asking. "You wanted to make me happy?" he looked away as his wet cheeks turned pink before clearing his throat. "Your right again, I should have told you that we needed to talk.... I was scared." Stolas sighed before looking back at the shorter demon. "I don't know how to talk about this either Blitz... I'm just... well, I'm just being honest or trying to be and I don't expect you to give me an answer tonight... or even this week... I just want you to know how I feel and to free you from the deal so that your free to decide what you want to do."

[ursaspecter]

🐺 moon-moon4w00 Follow

Friendly reminder that asking your lycan partner to turn you is incredibly insensitive! Seriously can we retire this trope already? Not only is it just offensive, but no one would ever actually choose this life! Lycanthropy is a curse. Full stop.

🐾 superhowllock69 Follow

Ok user "moon-moon" as if that original meme wasn't created to mock pack nomenclature 🙄

Anyway I'm not gonna touch that internalized lycanphobia with a ten foot pole. Being turned by your partner is something that can be incredibly intimate as long as both parties are consenting and the one being turned is 100% sure they want it. Literally the only downside to transforming once a month is the pain, but midol works just fine. No one with these "lycanthropy bad" takes ever wants to discuss the legitimate positives that come with this "curse" lmao.

🐺 moon-moon4w00 Follow

I'm literally reclaiming moon moon but go off I guess. Anyways turning your partner is absolutely disgusting and morally reprehensible and anyone who does it should be muzzled permanently.

🌜 impawssible Follow

lmao my wife literally saved my life when she turned me but i guess she should be muzzled huh? we run through the woods hunting deer together and can each haul in groceries in one trip now, but nooo she's obviously a danger to society because she cares enough about me to help me when insurance wouldn't cover my medicine

also it was confirmed that the creator of that meme literally makes and sells silver bullets so if you still wanna use moon moon for yourself that certainly is a choice. source: (X)

🦴 pupperoni Follow

I love that instead of naming the more common benefits of lycanthropy, you mentioned that you and your wife can carry all the groceries in one trip. I think that's definitely a positive that gets overlooked far too often and I commend you for speaking your truth, sir

🌜 impawssible Follow

lol thanks but I'm a woman 😅

🦴 pupperoni Follow

🦇 count-fuckula Follow

Plus werewolf blood tastes way better and is as filling as 10 humans 👍

🐺 moon-moon4w00 Follow

Oh my GOD you vampblr freaks will just flock to anything. It clearly says "vamps DNI" in my bio!

🐾 superhowllock Follow

lmaoooo of course you're a vampire exclusionist

🌕 daddy-fenris Follow

wasn't OP the same guy who said fursuits were offensive to lycanthropes and doxxed a werewolf fursuiter?

🐺 moon-moon4w00 Follow

They ARE offensive and harmful to this community and I'm tired of pretending they're not. They perpetuate harmful depictions of what a humanoid wolf is actually like.

🌜 impawssible Follow

me when I dox someone for making candy colored animal costumes that look nothing like what a real werewolf does

🦴 pupperoni Follow

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🌕 daddy-fenris Follow

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[ourceliumnetwork]

one day i will not feel like i'm being punished for having disabilities

(it's called manifesting)

[larryslutlinson]

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[cryptidcalling]

Venting a bit about irl friends, if that makes you uncomfortable no worries just keep scrolling

I love my friends, really really I do. But we have been playing the same game on the same day at the same time every single week for MONTHS. MONTHS. 8:00 am Sunday morning it's a ROUTINE. It's a set routine! And yet for fucking MONTHS we have NEVER. NEVER ONCE had everyone show up on time!! We don't start until 9:00 most of the time!! "Why not just say it starts at 9 then" because then we wouldn't start until 10:00!! Today we had FOUR people not show up to the call at all. The DM was feeling sick, so we canceled. I'm not mad about that, I totally understand canceling if they're sick, their health is more important. But I am so sick of this. I'm so sick of waking up at 7:30 so I can make sure I'm ready to host the zoom call for everyone only to have people over and over again not care enough to keep the routine. It drives me nuts that people really think it's acceptable to constantly be late to something they know starts at the same time every single week. And when one finally did wake up and realized it was over a goddamn hour since we were supposed to start? "Sorry we didn't get up on time :/" I got to sleep for LESS than 5 hours last night bc I actually care about committing to this fucking game. And it's never the same people that are super late!! There is ONE other person who is consistently on time, everyone else it's a mystery if they decided to care this week. And then they'll complain and get on other people's cases for being late as if last week they didn't show up at 8:45 for a game that is supposed to START. AT. 8:00. If you're going to be late at least be humble about it!! I'm so sick of it. I'm just so done.