#But this was literally the first four on hand

[screwitbaby]

naive

hamzahthefantastic x reader

day 2/7

summary: this is part two of my short story about the boys’ trip to curaçao (read the other one first, or don’t). hamzah’s getting you all riled up and mandy and martin begin to notice his unusual behavior with you.

contains: SFW content

wc: 2k-ish

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You wake up to an empty bed and some part of you feels disheartened at the sight. The only evidence of Hamzah ever being there is the indent in the pillow and the shorts he borrowed folded neatly atop the mattress. You sit up to stretch, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 10:02 and you decide to get dressed.

When you grab your phone on the way out, you see a text message light up your screen.

morning :)

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, but before you can type out your reply, a pair of large hands grab your shoulders and you nearly launch into the ceiling.

"Fuck—Hamzah!"

He cackles at your scream. You slap his arm, immediately shutting him up as he rubs the spot to soothe it.

"Dumbass," you grumble.

"Good morning to you, too." The grin on his face doesn't fade for a second.

"Whatever.” You shut the front door and walk down the hallway alongside him. “When did you wake up?”

"'Round 9,” he yawns out. "Martin called me back and we got the room situation sorted."

He pulls his new key card out of his wallet and holds it between his fingers to show you. “Nice.”

Upon finding the hotel pool already chock-full of people, the two of you decide to meet Mandy and Martin at a restaurant they told Hamzah they'd be at. The GPS on your phone’s map gives you a hard time and you nearly walk into oncoming traffic with your nose deep in the screen. Hamzah reaches out to grab your forearm and pulls you back right as a taxi flies by.

"That was way too close," he says. Both of you breathe heavily at the realization that it could've ended way worse. "I think I know where it’s at anyway, just follow me."

"Sorry," you apologize, blushing. He smiles and shakes his head to dismiss your embarrassment. His hand stays on the middle of your back as he leads the rest of the way. The sparks you feel from his touch can hardly be ignored.

You get seated in a booth with the couple, who have already ordered some appetizers in anticipation of your arrival. The four of you dig into some sort of steamed veggie dish and catch up.

"Martin kept me up all night," Mandy says.

"Yeah, I got stamina." Martin nonchalantly shrugs.

"No, you literally passed out the moment you went to bed." She rolls her eyes. "I had to check if he was breathing, like, 5 times."

"She got yo lying ass, boy," Hamzah says, laughing with you. "I think I was snoring all night. Those drinks had me messed up."

"You weren't," you assure him.

"How do you know that?" Martin diverts the attention to you.

"Because someone was dead asleep and couldn't help his best friend get back into his hotel room," Hamzah replies pointedly. Martin sinks into his seat and takes a bite of food while pouting.

"So, you guys were stuck in the same bed?" Mandy asks, genuinely interested. "How'd that go?"

"It was—"

"We were—"

You look at each other and you nod your head, gesturing for him to talk first. He nods back and places his hand on your knee under the table before continuing. Your heart leaps to your throat.

"We were watching some show in Dutch that we couldn't understand until we knocked out."

"That's it?" This earns Martin a light smack on the arm from Mandy and a fiery glare from you.

"Was it the one with the bald dad and the ginger kids?"

"Yeah, how'd you—?"

"I watched it with Martin's mom the day before we came. It’s pretty popular here."

Hamzah's hand is still on your knee, occasionally running his thumb over your skin like it's the most natural thing in the world. You try to be attentive and contribute to the conversation, but it's a struggle when your mind is constantly wandering. When the waiter comes to take your orders, you choose something random off the menu because you were too lost in thought. You’re starting to think you need to be spayed because of how much this affects you.

"I can't believe we have to leave in a week," Hamzah says. You look up from the table.

"Don't remind me," you groan.

"I miss Rudy," Mandy admits with a sigh, "and Fish and Carl, of course."

"Every parent has their favorites.” Martin shrugs.

Your food arrives after some more chatter. Hamzah's hand leaves the spot on your thigh he’d slowly worked up to and you feel like you can breathe again. This trip has made you guys a lot closer than you ever anticipated, but it makes you wonder how things will be once you get back home.

“Wanna bite?” Hamzah whispers to only you. “It’s pretty good.”

“Lemme try.” You pluck a piece of omelette from his plate and bite into it. “Yum. Try mine.”

He shovels a scoop of your yogurt bowl into his mouth and hums. “Let’s split?”

“Yes, please.”

The meal ends with Martin paying for Mandy and Hamzah paying for you, in a surprise turn of events. You try to fight him back on it, but once he swipes his card without a word you know it's settled.

"All that YouTube money has gone to your head," you joke.

"I got fat stacks."

"Ew." You and Mandy cringe.

The couple walks ahead of you up the street and the two of you walk side by side.

"Was that alright?" Hamzah asks once the others are out of earshot.

"What do you mean?"

"Y'know, me paying." He nudges your shoulder. "It felt like the right thing to do."

"It did?" you ask, a smile growing on your face. "I didn't mind it."

"Good, good..." He walks with his hands in his pockets, kicking a rock every couple of steps.

"I actually thought it was cute."

He exhales through his nose, smiling at the ground. "Was it?"

"Yeah." You nod. "Thanks, Hamzah."

"No biggie."

You scrunch up your face and he laughs once he sees your expression. His laughter could cure even the most fatal illnesses, you're convinced. You take steps in unison for a bit—right, left, right, left—until he clears his throat to speak again.

"And, um," he starts, licking his lips. "When I put my hand on your leg..."

"Mhm?" You enjoy seeing the way his face contorts as he tries to find his words.

"Was that... alright, too?"

"I didn't mind it," you repeat.

He shakes his head and this time it's your turn to laugh. The tips of his ears turn red under his hat, making your heart pound at the sight. He fixes the hat tighter on his head and you fight the urge to tuck one of his stray curls behind his ear. Instead, you find that your feet lead you closer to his side, your fingertips brushing past his ever so slightly.

The couple eventually stops at a building and the two of you rush to catch up.

"We made it, kids," Martin says with a smile once you reach them.

"An art museum?" Hamzah questions as he reads the sign at the door. "Are we museum people?"

"We are now," Martin says, turning to walk inside.

"He's been talking about this since we landed," Mandy explains. "C'mon, guys."

Your group enters the museum and you look around at the historic paintings and sculptures from various Curaçaoan artists. Any and all doubt is washed from your mind as you make your way through the space, carefully observing art you haven't had the pleasure of seeing before. Hamzah follows close by, never straying too far as to not miss the way you react to each piece with 'oo's and 'ah's.

"Here's what we came for!" Martin points at a painting in the corner.

You walk closer and catch sight of a beautiful beach landscape. There's bright green shrubbery in the forefront, leading up to a peachy-toned sunset with tropical birds flying in the background. Mandy excuses herself to check out the gift shop and Martin huddles the three of you together.

"One day, I'm gonna propose to her here," he whispers. His finger traces the plaque below the canvas. You'd been to this beach the day you touched ground in Curaçao. It was the first thing you guys did, even before checking in at the hotel.

"Martin," you gasp, eyes wide. He shushes you and you lower your voice. "That's so sweet, oh my god."

"She walked right by it," he beams. "She has no clue."

"That's great, man." Hamzah clasps his hand on Martin's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "She'll love it, for sure."

"I can't believe I'm gonna be a maid of honor," you squeal as quietly as you can. Martin shushes you again but you can barely contain your excitement, turning to Hamzah to find his eyes already on you.

"What makes you so sure it'll be you?" he teases.

"It will be." You raise your eyebrows, challenging him to say otherwise.

"As long as I can be best man."

You take a couple pictures of Martin standing next to the painting with his thumbs up, narrowly avoiding Hamzah's photobombing attempts. When you finally walk away, Martin motions for you both to zip your lips. You mime crossing your heart and make your way to the gift shop.

There's shelves of souvenirs with prints of the art pieces from the museum, as well as some nearby tourist attractions that you recognize from visiting recently. You get to the jewelry section and run your fingers across the array of bangles and necklaces, hearing how they jingle as they move. Once you get to the end of the table, you notice a reddish-brown beaded bracelet.

"'Handmade,'" you mumble, reading the tag.

Hamzah stops close by your turned back and sees what's caught your attention from over your shoulder. "What's that?"

"Isn't it pretty?" You slip the bracelet onto your wrist and hold it up to show him. He grabs another one, doing the same.

Mandy suddenly calls for you and you walk over to her.

"I want this book so bad." She holds up a leather bound book with golden letters on the front, flipping through the pages to reveal photographs of nearby landmarks. "Wouldn't it look cute on our coffee table?"

“We have so much stuff from this trip already—“ Martin starts, but upon seeing Mandy’s glare, agrees.

You conclude that married life would suit them very well.

Your group loiters around the museum until you've seen everything it has to offer, snapping a few pics of your favorites along the way. Hamzah volunteers to take a few aesthetic photos of you, but when you get your phone back, your camera roll is full of him making funny faces. You know you’ll get him back for it eventually.

The four of you make it halfway back to the hotel when you look down and realize the bracelet is still on your wrist. You halt in the middle of the sidewalk and curse at the wind.

"Guys," you call out, making them stop as well. "I'll meet you there, I forgot to put this bracelet back."

"You stole?" Martin exaggerates. "Dang it, now we're all accomplices!"

"Say it louder, why don't you?" You roll your eyes, turning on your heels to walk back up the street.

"YOU STO—"

Hamzah slaps his palm across his friend's mouth, "I got it, don't worry."

"What?" You turn back.

He holds up his free hand and shakes the bracelet on his wrist. "I paid already. You don't have to go back."

You part your lips, but no words come out.

Mandy and Martin share a glance with each other, him mumbling something unintelligible. Hamzah drops his hands and fidgets with his hat.

"I feel bad," you finally say, your cheeks warming up uncontrollably. "You're too nice."

"I wish I had a sugar daddy," Martin complains. You collectively ignore him.

"Thank you, Hamzah," you say with a smile. "I appreciate it."

"You liked the bracelet, so..." He shrugs it off.

The walk back to the hotel commences and you feel your pulse thumping with each step. Once again, the couple get ahead of you two, but that’s fine by you. Mandy turns a few times to make eye contact with you and raise her eyebrows ridiculously. You just shake your head and try not to grin too hard.

The weather is muggy and the sun is beaming on your heads, but Hamzah’s warm hand finds yours despite it all. Your bracelets graze each other and you wordlessly make a pact to not let go.

~

a/n: u get what u want in the next part ya filthy animals!!! also sorry i took so long, i’m still not 100% happy w how this turned out but i wanted to pump something out before u guys start chasing me w wooden stakes and pitchforks :-)

[twitchmattentusiast]

do you think matt’s a boy or girl dad

hear me out. he’s both.

when you guys were a year into the relationship, matt realised you hadn’t spoken about kids, and well, considering he really wanted them in the future, he brought it up one night. 

you were cuddled to his side, half asleep but refusing to give into the sleep because you were debriefing how your date went with your hometown best friends.

matt watched you nervously. he had been quiet all day. well, quieter than usual, that is. you had asked him all day what was wrong, but he brushed it off, saying it was nothing; he was just tired, but it wasn’t nothing. the question had been playing on his mind all day and it mattered to him, and that? that scared him.

he had been practicing how he was going to ask you all day. had it all planned out, but since it was 3 in the morning and he was fighting back sleep, it kind of just slipped from his mouth. 

“d’ you want kids?”

you froze, and matt's eyes widened, realising he let it slip. he was not supposed to ask like that. “sorry i-“

his heart dropped as you moved off his chest. you were looking straight in his eyes, and he was so sure that in that moment you’d laugh at him. tell him you didn’t even love him and break up with him.

hey, matt had always been an overthinker.

but instead you leaned forward and pressed your hands to his cheeks, cupping his face with the biggest grin he’d ever seen on your face. “are you freaking crazy? obviously, i want kids.”

he let out a sigh of relief, and you guys ended up having sex. what? the topic of kids made you both horny. 

after what might have been three rounds of the hottest sex you two had ever had. you laid back on his chest, and his hands brushed your hair softly.

“i think i want three.” you said, “no four! wait-“

matt chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your hair. "think i want three too.” matt smiled. “want some boys and girls, you know a little mixture?”

you nodded your head in agreement. you came from a family of all girls, so you knew how difficult it was to deal with females, but you desperately wanted a daughter. at least one. a little girl you could go on nail trips to the salon with. stay up late at night gossiping, doing her hair. helping her with all of her firsts, she would be too embarrassed to go to her dad, for although matt would try his hardest to help even if his browser history looked a little silly and he wandered through the cosmetics section looking completely lost as he stared at all the pads and tampons trying to find the right ones you had sent him a picture of.

some teenager would probably see him looking all lost and would help him, and he'd thank her endlessly, ranting about how he has no clue what he's doing and he's sure his daughter might be dying. when he comes back home and tells you. you and your daughter make fun of him, though your daughter gives him a hug for being the best dad ever, which he is.

he’d playfully roll his eyes and call her corny, though he's fighting back the biggest smile.

you could picture matt doing all of that. he was so soft, so full of love, he was born to be a girl dad.

but matt came from a family full of boys. With three brothers, males was kind of all he knew. you knew he’d be over the moon having a daughter, but you could also picture him with some sons. probably two, maybe three. enough that matt could pretend to be the goalie while they played football, basketball, or some kind of sport.

when they got older, he’d tell them the only reason he wanted sons in the first place was so he had someone to play video games with, and his sons would get offended, but you’d laugh knowing that was half the truth.

matt would help them with all their firsts because although your sons are major mommy’s boys, he gets so offended at the idea that they’ll come to you for male-related things, so he’ll literally shuffle you out of the room because he can handle it himself. you roll your eyes and tell your sons to just go with it because it means a lot to matt. 

"I want a mix too,” you say, fighting back a smile because you can picture it. matt being the best dad ever to however many sons or daughters you guys have.

matt chuckles and pulls you in for a soft kiss you guys not sleeping because your on such a high talking about it you giggle about what your kids will be like.

two years later, after a year of deciding to wait and then a year of major trial and error. your pregnant with twins. 

you're lying on the bed, matt's hand tightly in yours as you stare at the nurse. excitement in both of your eyes.

“It’s a boy and a girl.” she tells you, and you and your boyfriend turn to look at each other with major excitement.

your not surprised when matt pulls his phone out to call his brothers a second later. “it’s a boy and a fucking girl, guys!” his brows furrowed. “justin, i already told you it was twins. keep up, man, what the fuck?”

he moves his phone away from his ear. rolling his eyes as he tells you. "kid doesn't even remember i told him we're having twins. fake as fuck uncle."

you just laugh, and chris, nick, and justin’s faces light up. "is that y/n?" snd before you know it, the five of you are talking about the fact that there's going to be a mini y/n and matt running around.

[rachelamberish]

Comprehensive Veilguard Review (FULL SPOILERS)

What They Got Right:

-The environments. My God, seeing some of these locations that we’ve only read about for a decade had me getting legitimately choked up just looking at them. I cried entering the Grand Necropolis. I cried at Weisshaupt. I cried at Kal Sharok. The Ossuary. The Crossroads 2 Electric Boogaloo. Just all absolutely stunning, and so lovingly crafted.

-The art direction, on top of that. They kind of go hand in hand, but genuinely, it’s great. I think the art director deserves a raise for the candlehops alone.

-The music. I love it. I know it’s not what it has been, but I think it’s fucking great. The Blight theme is far and away the best, but so many of the other tracks really fully commit to the fantasy-futurism aesthetic that has been crafted by the art direction and I think it’s so fucking cool that the music has evolved as we travel to new locations and the world of Thedas really opens up.

-Companions. I’ve spoken a little about this already. But yes, the companions are incredible. The pacing of getting to know each of them is so well executed. (It feels unfortunate that the same cannot be said about the story as a whole, really). They are each truly so memorable and I think BioWare knocking it out of the park with its companions is nothing new.

-Vocal Performances. Gareth David Lloyd should be lauded for his work as Solas. You can hear how that performance has evolved and matured over the years like a fine wine. His vicelike grasp on the nuance of that character transcends even the game’s often questionable writing. Truly incredible stuff. I also have to mention Jee Young Han for Bellara, and Bryony Corrigan and Alex Jordan for two versions of Rook. The rest of the cast is fantastic as well, those four are just so incredibly standout to me.

-This feels very specific but The Siege of Weisshaupt. That quest. Is. *chefs kiss emoji*. It’s giving game of thrones season 8 episode 4 the long night where i cant see anything but also i have existential dread!!!! Love that

-Codex entries are as well written as they ever have been, so no dip in quality of the writing there. Particularly a huge fan of the passive aggressive emails sent between Solas and the Evanuris like they were all shitty coworkers. Elgar’nan screaming “i’m the ELDEST BOY!!!” at the top of his lungs à la Kendall Roy while he and solas bicker about who was conceived of by the Fade first. Very good stuff

-Ghilan’nain is an eldritch horror lesbian witch and that is so so cool. Thank you bioware

-Maevaris Tilani

-Combat and performance. Because neither of these are story stuff, I’ll throw these together. The game performs like a fucking dream and is incredibly optimized. The combat feels amazing and I genuinely look forward to combat encounters rather than dreading them. No notes.

….The Rest, in No Particular Order:

- Morrigan forgiving her mother and the game erasing Flemeth’s nastiness was truly vomit-inducing so thanks for that one bioware

- Is Mythal good or bad bioware please answer the question and you CAN’T look at your notes

- They do get Solas mostly spot-on but Mythal is so inconceivably bad and it’s hard to divorce the two. Ironic, considering that they should be the most divorced couple that ever lived

-"Flemeth's piece of Mythal was the good version actually and was completely uncorrupted" bitch HOW?!!??!??!!?! FUCKING HOW?!?!? Literally A GAME AGO she screams at Morrigan and Lavellan about "a reckoning that will shake the heavens" promising vengeance for her betrayal because she's done nothing but stew ALONE in her anger for 2,000 years, ALSO piling on the rage and betrayals of Flemeth and (I think it's safe to presume at this point) Andraste and EVERY OTHER host she's had. If we have learned ANYTHING about spirits and "abominations" through four games it is that the spirit becomes corrupted "against its original purpose" when fused with the negative emotions of its host. What was the point of Anders, if not to foreshadow what Flemeth truly was? A spirit of justice corrupted against her purpose by living inside righteously angry women for millennia? If anything the Dagger-version of Mythal would be the uncorrupted one. Sure, she'd be lonely and pissed too but that would be the truest version to who Mythal ACTUALLY was from before. A mixed bag of grief and anger and hurt and pride. But the rage inside Flemeth's Mythal would be wild and unfettered. She would be almost unrecognizable.

-I'm moving on from Mythal now because ranting any more about her in this game is actually going to give me an aneurysm.

- Yeah this game suffers from lack of roleplay and choice carryover. It’s impossible to avoid. It was okay to suspend roleplay in a game like, say, Dragon Age 2, because Hawke as the game wrote her was such a strong personality and memorable protagonist. Rook is…. not that. Which is okay for a blank slate protagonist, but they’re also not that either. And i think they didnt commit, fully, to the idea of less roleplay. Because they *tried* to give you origin stories, but they don’t end up feeling like they truly inform the character in the way that they do in Origins, or even in Inquisition. Say what you will about Inquisition’s roleplay options, but Lavellan being Dalish DEFINES her character.

- And what do you know. Yeah. It was bad that they only let us carry over three choices. Who could have seen that one coming. It’s almost like everyone ever was like “wow. That sucks. Please reconsider.” And then they didn’t.

- And it also gets extra confusing when you realize that the three choices they said were going to matter a LOT literally don’t. At all. So that was a lie. I guess. Even Solas romancers who were being PANDERED to apparently get…like two mentions of something that feels like it should be so pervasive throughout the whole story. And one ending.

- Solavellan writing failure gets its own bullet point actually. There was so much ample opportunity for Lavellan’s presence in this story to be amplified. For the Lighthouse to contain more traces of her. In codex entries, in murals. I get that Solas probably wouldn’t talk about her to Rook much. But the fact of his yearning is downplayed when it should be overplayed. He yearns for this woman who made him think he was worth something for the first time since he took a physical body, while clouded by regret for his feelings for a long-dead woman who made him hate himself. That’s the saddest fucking story ever. Why does this game not lean into it more? I don’t know. You don’t know. None of us know.

- BioWare kind of forgot that fifty percent of the Tevinter population is slaves. What do the shadow dragons even do? There are apparently no slaves left to free!!

- BioWare kind of forgot that the Crows are very cool and yes very Italian!! 🤌🤌🤌 but also buy child slaves and turn them into soldiers by systematically weeding empathy out of them. So where was any of that.(*where is Zevran or someone who fills the role of that character. He is so desperately needed to portray the Crows with any nuance.*)

- The depiction of the Qunari/kossith, outside of Taash’s storyline (which I actually think was a very thoughtful examination of the intersection of gender and Qunari ideology), is actually the craziest most stereotypical one-note racist bullshit i’ve ever seen and i am shocked any writer allowed that to be the final product.

- You know what yes i also noticed that you couldn’t ever be mean in this game and also Rook smiles so much. She smiles when saying things she should not smile about. Idk why but that bothers me. And why are her hands always on her hips? What is she hiding

- The exposition-heavy dialogue is terrible at the start, gets way better around the first act break, then turns dangerously close back around to Avengers-style “Well, that just happened!” and it’s a mixed bag that I don’t know what to do with. I can’t blame bioware for the exposition, I’m sure that’s an EA directive of “pander to the people that want to come into the fourth installment of a series knowing nothing and not be completely lost”. But the rest…..let’s just say I can feel how many people had their hands in writing this. And I can feel it because the quality swings back and forth so wildly it gives me whiplash.

- Because of no choice carryover cameos feel like cardboard cutouts of characters. Dorian worked for me because he was doing things he would be doing anyway and it is passively mentioned that he and the Inquisitor are in close contact. Isabela is skinny like a twig now i guess (??? Hate that) and i’m happy for her whole lords of fortune thing but she is made lesser by being completely divorced from Hawke. Same for Varric, although at least he has more to do. Morrigan…………………………………………………………………anyway moving on.

- The Dalish.

- BioWare kind of forgot that Solas doesn’t hate blood magic. Doesn’t use it personally. But doesn’t hate it. Also what he does to gain a connection to Rook is LITERALLY blood magic. I don’t fucking know WHY he/the game insists that it’s not. I’m beside myself with that one.

- BioWare kind of forgot about the brewing elven uprising led by Solas that they set up at the end of Trespasser and instead now he’s a lone actor and everyone hates him. Like no. No actually some elves would have found what he was doing very cool and a great alternative to the terrible hand the world has dealt them. Perhaps all those elven Tevinter slaves you forgot to put in the game.

- BioWare kind of forgot about Briala in their rush to say “but nothing in southern thedas matters!!!”

- Cole should be in this game and the fact that he is not is actually fucking baffling.

- VERY BIG SPOILER Varric dying is fine actually and the one thing i’m literally perfectly okay with so idk why i put it down here other than it feels wrong putting this spoiler at the top lmao. But yeah that’s fine. We knew it was coming and Peepaw needed rest anyway. Good reveal, no issue there.

- Lucanis’ bugged romance ruined my life

- I made a separate post about this but Veilguard has single handedly eradicated mystery in the Dragon Age series without creating any new mystery and it’s what I’m legitimately the most sad about.

All in all, a mixed bag. I enjoyed my time with it, but it left me sad at times and not in the good way. The idea I have of Dragon Age in my head will always be more true to Dragon Age to me than this was, and I can live with that, I was just hoping for better on a lot of writing fronts.

[45622211111]

7 scary things porn does to your brain:

point 5: Unethical Acts

The researchers concluded that pornography causes unethical decision-making by increasing levels of dehumanization.

“Those in the pornography group were more than twice as likely to lie than the control group. We also found that the reason why pornography causes unethical decision-making is because it increases dehumanization levels.”

When neural pathways connect your brain’s reward center with something harmful, it can overwhelm previously held beliefs about what’s unethical or inappropriate and make you think those things are normal. (Proshippers this is literally you)

The Effects of Pornography on Ethical Decision Making

Conclusion: In this study we find that pornography increases dehumanization levels which causes people to act unethically.

! ! Child pornography possession/receipt offenders: developing a forensic profile

These findings were substantively similar to other research on sexual offenders showing that a majority of them had prior contact victims and/or that child pornography possession/receipt cases commonly also had contact sexual abuse victims.

Moreover, Smith found that nearly 59% of clients viewed pornography before their first hands-on victimization, and nearly one in four viewed child pornography before their first sexual assault of a child.

Specifically, Clevenger found that child pornography possession clients were significantly older. ( Adding this because Proshippers are either very young or obv - who could've thought that - way too old to contact children here on Tumblr, hm? )

I originally viewed a documentary in which a man had formed a chilporn addiction. (There was also a screenshot of an article by another user which I can't find.) He denied being one, and that can be linked to the dopamine system being so underwhelmed and overused that this "chase" for reward has more value than ethics. In conclusion, they would rather watch illegal activities no matter what bc it is rewarding to them. But that oc doesn't justify the consumption and you aren't oficially not a pedophile. ( I'll also link the vid from Yt - it was an American channel - once i find it. )

"I'm not okay with it irl!"

So you're okay with rape and abuse, but you're not okay with rape and abuse? make it make sense 😭

[antichrists-plus1]

Watching the dynamic between bonny and read vs stede and ed in s2 ep4 was such a rollercoaster cause it went from me thinking "oh no they're just like stede and ed but if they actually ran off to China together and had a loving happy relationship" to me getting further into the ep and thinking "oh no they're just like stede and ed but if they ran off to China together and their relationship turned fucked up and toxic cause that's what happens when two traumatized pirates run of to live in isolation with eachother on a whim".

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

encore nnks

[eddiethehunted]

also what is the scariest zelda boss. and why is it queen gibdo

[sunnibits]

avenging izzy’s loss in the fuckable old man tournament by posting this messy drawing I did at a questionable hour of the night a while back 🫣

[skitskatdacat63]

I drew all of my historical AU Sebs!!!!

In order they are(with relevant links to lore info if you are curious!!): Napoleonic Hussar Seb(x), Renaissance Muse Seb(x) and Boy King/Emperor Seb(x)

Let me know which you like best!!!

[malaierba]

Well since I'm slerpdeprived and thinking about "what's worse than two parents with issues? THREE parents with issues"

The interesting thing about the "Cain/Abel are Lucifer's child" theories is that genetically speaking it doesn't even matter. The children are made of Eve's egg and Lucifer's sperm. Eve was made from Adam's rib (assuming that the show will follow that canon?), she's made from him DNA, she's genetically his clone.

So Cain/Abel COULD be tested for the parenthood test thing and chances are they'll always match with Adam since they'll match with Eve.

So if it were to be used as a type of "gotcha, not my real dad" Adam probably wouldn't acknowledge it because not only did he raise them in life, the DNA test matches with him too.

Nevermind that he only knew his kids (who either died and went to hell, or were cursed to wander and lived for centuries, had nomad kids etc, THEN died and went to hell, assuming that that's where Cain is ofc) for like 0.05% of their existence.

Which btw, thinking about the weight and realistic importance of familial bonds forged in earth is very interesting in the context of the afterlife, especially when it comes to ancient souls. I would care who my mom/dad was in 50 years, 150 years, perhaps 500 years, but would I care in 1000 years? I suppose I would acknowledge them in title but after centuries of being an independent adult, wouldn't that change the perceived hierarchy in pretty much any relationship?

That was a tangent but it does go back to what I was originally saying:

Really it's in Cain and/or Abel's best interest that such a test is never taken. ALL it would accomplish is earn them another adult with baggage in their lives and who wants that when you're essentially as old as your human parents (give it take 5 to 20 years depending on how you think the whole Eden thing played out), as old as agriculture, older than civilization etc.

(that's of course grounds for conflict which could be interesting... You're one half of the oldest pair of tragic twins in the history of humanity, you've been a soul for longer than you were human, you kind of have other things going on... Why are your earthly parents still beefing with the devil? In true "I'm an adult and it's made me very judgemental of my parents' unaddressed immaturity", they should be like. Literally who cares. Dude I mean Dad (Adam) are you SURE you don't want to try therapy?)

Like really their only motivation may be to have a claim to the throne of hell or something but assuming that hell laws work as they do in human culture, Eve's kids would be "bastards" so they wouldn't be next in line.

If not political power, there's always the possibility of fucking up spectacularly with a series of bad deals and now they really need to have access to the Morningstar funds or be in the will or something, but hm idk. On the fence about this idea. I suppose it could be executed in an interesting way.

I'm so tired I feel like this post got away from me. No conclusion! Just more aimless rambling in the tags

[the-way-astray]

i would’ve accepted a book 9.5 if it had been from marella’s pov and started where stellarlune ended (like unlocked did with legacy).

[yaboieif]

the childhood crush to autistic obsession blorbo pipeline goes crazy

the romantic component dissolves after a year or two but the urge to watch them rotate in a microwave keeps skyrocketing

[theserpentsadvocate]

I’m still working on that fic and

Vorn: We're best friends! :) I love my new job.

Broud: *breathes in Durc's direction*

Vorn: Actually, never talk to me or my new son ever again.

[chwejongho-archive]

⟣ MAKNAE LINE ⟡ FEVER STAGES ⟢

❄️your winter gift has arrived, @song-mingi!

a series of gifts for mutuals through december!

[volivolition]

[imagines animatics] cool. anyway. [start crying]

[miserye]

also i'm learning jap (because i'm lame and basic) and it's so much easier to type than korean i'm so jealous