#I was honestly going for more of a feel bad vibe

[parchmentmischief]

Soft Universe

Viktor x gn!reader

Content warnings: MDNI, power dynamics discussed (vague), (vaguely dom reader, sub Viktor, discussion suggests they’re both verse)

A/n: honestly I just wanted to write smut that’s inclusive and honest and HOT abt sex w a disability and what support thru that can look like (source: I am also disabled similarly)

A/n: Vitka and Vitya are both nicknames for Viktor in Rus (I chose Russian instead of Czech bc I speak Czech not at all.)

…

It started out innocent enough.

Jayce was trying and failing to copy Viktor’s accent, the pair of you giggling every time Viktor looked up from across the lab.

“I don’t sound like that.” Viktor appears like a ghost behind you both, startling you enough that Jayce lets out a yelp.

“Come on, it is good no? It’s close.” Jayce tries again, this time with hands up to block the random strewn book Viktor lifts to smack him with.

“Not even a little, it’s very bad.” Viktor says seriously, the corner of his lip twitching as he pushes down a smile. You and Jayce remain the only people allowed to tease him, even though he pretends he doesn’t like it from either of you.

“And, lovely assistant of mine, are you going to give it a shot?” Viktor asks, and your eyebrows raise.

Lovely?

“This feels like a trap. You just want to smack me with the book too.” You point a finger accusingly at the ready position Viktor is holding it in. Had he called you lovely? There’s a blush spreading across your face already, you can feel it heat your cheeks and ears.

Viktor gives a shrug, imitating nonchalance. “Fine, don’t.” A small twitch of his lips gives him away, he’s laughing at you.

As he turns, you have the sudden urge to make him eat his words, to maybe make him feel a bit embarrassed too.

“Ждать.” (Wait.)

He freezes.

“Это правильно, mmm?” (This is correct, hmm?) “Ты говоришь по-русски?” (You speak Russian?)

“Ты тоже?!” (And you speak it?!)

Your eyes crinkle a bit at the corners as you smile wide, switching back to common for Jayce’s benefit. “I know some, not a lot. But my accent is bad.”

“No it’s-“ Viktor catches himself, eyes wide at what he had almost just spoken aloud. What would have even come out? That your voice was deeper when you spoke in his native tongue and it made him want to sink to his knees in front of you? That hearing a language so far back in his memory felt like pressing hard on a bruise?

Gods, and did that mean when he called you милый (darling) when he was too tired to catch himself, that you Knew?!

Victor’s eyes widen and widen, still frozen in place. You see his hand tighten on his cane, knuckles almost white.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. Viktor? You’re looking a bit panicked.”

“You’ve been able to speak my language this whole time?”

“I mean yes, I had friends as a kid who spoke it so some just kind of,,, stuck.”

“Oh.” he says rather intelligently.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean for that to even be a secret it just kind of doesn’t come up? I guess? I’m not good by any means.” you demure.

Viktor’s ears are red. He can feel them burning but refuses to draw any more attention to it.

“Viktor?” you stand awkwardly frozen across from him, unsure of what you’ve done.

“Nothing, it is nothing. Your voice, it is much deeper when you speak in it.” he attempts to respond evenly but somehow it sounds breathless even to his own ears. He clears his throat to try to cover it.

You raise an eyebrow. “And you,,,, like this? About my voice?”

Jayce coughs pointedly in the background. “Should I uh. Leave?”

Viktor turns and says “no” in the same moment you say “yes.”

Twice in a row now you’ve shocked Viktor enough for it to be plain on his face. He twists from Jayce back to you almost unconsciously.

“I think Viktor and I need to have a deeper conversation about this, Jayce, would you mind?”

Jayce, who is very much confused about the ‘vibes’ of the room and whether or not the two of you are going to fight or fuck, decides to take that moment to slide over to the door and make a quick exit.

“Sure thing, I uh, need to head to the forges anyways. Bye!” The door closes soundly behind him.

You turn your full attention to Viktor. “You called me lovely.” you state.

“When did I do that.”

“Viktor! Literally just now, less than five minutes ago? ‘Your lovely assistant?’”

His mouth pops open in an “oh” but the sound doesn’t come out.

“I think I’ve figured you out, Vitka.”

“Vitka? Oh are doing nicknames now are we?”

You smile blithely, “I think it’s fitting.”

“And what’s that?” he swallows and sees your eyes track to his throat and up again.

You take a single step forward, now within his space. You can see him struggle to keep his eyes from going to your lips and fail.

Another step, and you’re close enough to breathe the same air.

Viktor thinks to himself that if he tilted his lips just so, your lips would brush. Oh how he wants to.

You move slowly, tipping your head to meet his eyes, running a hand along his jaw the way you’ve craved to do for so long. He leans into the touch almost subconsciously. It makes something soft and bright burn in your chest as his eyes close. You brush a thumb across his cheek.

“Will you let me kiss you?” You whisper it like a confession in his ear.

“You are my assistant.” You can see him conflicted, eyes shifting anywhere but directly towards you. “The power dynamics alone make this unethical.”

It makes you smile softly, that it’s something Viktor has concern over. “Is that why you’ve never said anything before?” You brush some of his hair back from his face, dragging nails lightly over his scalp, and his eyes flutter shut again at the contact.

“I promise, Vitya, the power dynamics are not something I’m worried about.” you grab the hair at his nape and give a gentle pull.

His eyes haze over and a soft groan escapes his lips.

“I don’t want to try to convince you to do something you don’t want Viktor, I’ll stop if you’d like me to.” you softly release the hold you have on his hair, dropping the hand to his shoulder. “But don’t hold yourself back if it’s on my account.”

He’s silent, eyes half lidded with open desire for you.

“Words, darling.” You whisper to him.

He kisses you instead. It’s gentler than you expected, a short press of his lips to yours. He cups your face so reverently between his hands. It brings a bright heady grin to your face. “So yes?”

“Yes, gods.” he mumbles against your lips, kissing you again, and again. They’re soft kisses, after every one Viktor opens his eyes like he’s afraid you’ll have disappeared in the time it takes him to look again. His hands trail through your hair slowly.

“Jayce is, ha,” a soft moan breaks his sentence as you press a kiss to his jaw, “he’s- going to make fun of me later.”

“Why’s that?”

“I just yelled at him,” a cough, “last week for having relations in the lab among all of the Sterile Equipment.”

You snort. “Your timing is perfect as always.”

You mouth along his neck, encouraged by every breathy sound that comes from Viktor’s lips. He tilts his chin to the side to give you better access.

Your lips come to the base of his throat and stop, your fingers pulling gently at the collar of his shirt. “May I?”

He nods quickly, “Please,, do.” The words come out in two separate breaths.

You slide your hands over his collar and unbutton one, two, three, pressing more kisses to his exposed throat and chest. You press one over the side of his chest covered by the brace as well, glancing up to gauge his reaction.

A funny little smile has made its way to his lips. One that you file in your brain to ask about again later, when you’re less focused on getting him to whine again.

You move down further, rucking up the fabric of his shirt to reach more of his chest instead of wasting time with the rest of the buttons.

One of your hands is anchored softly to his back alongside his brace, pressing him closer to you as you lean down, pressing kisses between the rib spacings of the brace, using a bit of teeth in the areas where you can hear his voice catch.

You’ve kissed low enough now to be just above the edge of his pants, and run a few teasing fingers just beneath the band of fabric, before leaning back up to catch his mouth in another kiss.

It becomes filthier, louder. Viktor’s tongue is in your mouth and he’s pressed close enough that you can feel his excitement lower. He’s not holding back how, his hands are all over every inch of you he can reach.

Your shirt ends up discarded somewhere on the floor, followed quickly by the tank beneath.

Your hand moves to the button of his pants and he pauses only slightly, hands still splayed across you. “My knee, it’s-“

“Do you need to stop?” you ask, just to be sure. You pause anyways.

“No, it’s,” his cheeks flush a bit, “not that. My, ah, pants can’t come off with the outer brace still on.”

“Oh,” you brighten, “of course, here.” You press him gently on his sternum, guiding him back onto the lab table to sit.

And then, because you can’t resist, you lift on both knees to spread his thighs open for you. Solely so there’s room for you between them, of course. It makes Viktor blush hard enough that he tries to cover his face as you sink to your knees, working smoothly to undo the knee brace mechanisms.

“How did you-“ Viktor pauses, coughs, “how did you know how to take this off so quickly? I designed the supports myself.”

You blink. “To make sure I could fix it for you, if you ever needed it.”

Something passes across his face for just a moment. “But you’ve never seen the parts up close before now, it must have taken-“

“Days, yes. To reconstruct without bothering you with invasive questions.” You press a kiss softly to his cheek. “I hope that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, no it’s.” Kind of you. Thoughtful in an unobtrusive way, in a way that doesn’t step all over his autonomy. It makes something bright in his chest burn.

You just nod, like you’ve read his mind. Your hand comes back up to his hair again, softly running your fingers through it. “Would you like to continue? I don’t mind stopping.” You place a soft kiss on the corner of his jaw and his eyes flutter.

“More, more always.” And then he’s pulling you in, using his uninjured leg to cage you in against him. His lips are at your neck, kissing and leaving a line of marks he looks at with satisfaction. You leave one in return, high on his neck, just under his jaw, laving your tongue over it after in a way that has him pressing up into you.

His whole body shudders as you drag a hand lower, mouth still sucking pretty bruises in a bouquet on his neck. You tug gently at his pants, “May I?”

“Of course,”

You smile, kiss him again before turning your attention to the buckle. Just the barest brush of your hands over the straining fabric there has him hissing through his teeth.

You smirk just slightly, “Sensitive, Viktor?”

He all but tssks at you, “Yes, yes hurry up.”

You pull the zipper down slowly, just to tease him. He muffles a soft whine against his arm as you trace a finger over the new territory you’ve uncovered.

“You sound beautiful, let me hear you.”

He removes the arms slowly, uncovering the blush that’s returned to his cheeks, his eyes fluttering between you and your hand pressed too lightly against his length. When he looks up you reward him with a gentle squeeze, the pleasure shooting up his spine and making him gasp.

“You’ve,” he breathes heavily, “done this before.” He can’t help but to cant his hips into your hand. A hand that is still Not Moving.

“Mm, but I’ve thought about doing this to you infinitely more. Often times right here, sometimes in my bed, or yours,” you keep talking just to watch his eyes darken further. “One time in a janitor’s closet but you were being very loud,” You press an open mouthed kiss to his clothed length to pull a moan from his throat.

You move to pull his pants from his legs, wrapping a hand around his middle to guide him back up to standing with you.

You slide the fabric down slowly, reverently, placing kisses to his hips, both of his thighs, to the indentation marks left by his brace. You allow the fabric to pool at his feet before standing again.

Viktor’s eyes are distracted again with some thought, you can see his eyebrows furrow and unfurrow as he considers speaking.

“I’m sorry, that I can’t -“ you silence him with a gentle hand cupping him through his boxers, the sentence turning into an aborted sound somewhere between a moan and a whine. It has him stumbling back into you.

“None of whatever that sentence was about to be, darling.” You squeeze ever so slightly for emphasis. His eyes roll back in his head for a moment. “I’m honored. Viktor. I want you, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I want you exactly as you are.”

This, over everything else, is what seems to affect him most, his cheeks blushing red as well as the tips of his ears.

“And it doesn’t bother you.” He says it as a statement.

You run your hand gently up the ribs of his brace, tracing higher until a hand rests against his cheek.

“Nothing about this bothers me, at all Vitka. I want you, if you’ll have me.” You whisper this part, feeling a bit unsure despite your matching states of undress. This feels like more a confession than your lips on his. Past physical need, you feel like you’ve just offered a sliver of your soul out for him to heal or hurt.

Viktor surges forward in answer, kissing you like he’s starved of it. His spine is curved as far as the brace will allow as he presses into you, his bare chest exposed in an almost obscene way through his half unbuttoned shirt. Gods, you want to ruin him.

His hands are grasping, pulling you closer so your hips are flush together.

“What do you need from me darling” you ask against his lips.

“More, more, please”

You push him flat onto the work table, scattering notes and miscellaneous tools out of the way of his spine. His hair is spread in a halo around his face in a breathtaking way. He looks heartbreakingly beautiful all laid out for you, eyes glimmering with need.

Your thighs bracket his hips now.

“How would you like me?” You ask teasingly as you slowly lower yourself down to a comfortable sitting position astride him.

“You’d let me choose?”

You hum an affirmative. “I like any, but I don’t know what would pleasure you the most. Tell me.” Your request makes his toes curl.

“Any?”

You nod. “How have you thought about me?”

“Would you ride me, sitting as you are now?”

“I would love to,”

“And - another time, when I am more prepared, would you …?”

Another time, hmm?

He stutters , suddenly unsure “I thought that-“

Immediately you feel guilty for teasing him, surging up to place your lips to his in reassurance. “I’m teasing you, Vitya. I want there to be many more times too.”

“And yes, when I have the proper supplies to prepare you, I would love to watch you take all of me. You’ve done that before? Actually don’t tell me, I’ll just become jealous of a person in the past.”

“The jealous type?” his snarky tone is back but with no real bite.

“Well I’ve just gotten you all to myself, perhaps I’m feeling a bit extra possessive now.”

“Hmm it’s a good look on you”

You smile wide. “You like it? I can come by and leave you pretty marks above your collar more often if you’d like.”

His hand goes subconsciously to the bite you placed under his jaw.

“It is-“

“Completely visible, yes.” Your mouth curves into a self satisfied smile.

“You really are feeling possessive aren’t you.”

“I can’t help it if I want to keep you here and ravish you for the next eternity.” You roll your hips against his for emphasis.

“Come here,” He pulls you down to lie with him, kissing you deeply.

“Can I put my weight on the braced side?”

“Yes, I won’t break.”

You flick his forehead, “I never said you would, Viktor. Causing you additional pain isn’t very romantic though now is it.”

“Oh it’s romantic now,” He sighs, not annoyed, “Just put your weight on me and we’ll find out.” He pulls you down onto him before you have time to protest. “There, better?”

But you’re already kissing again before you could think to respond, slower, rocking your hips into each other in time.

Your need for him just keeps growing, you want to eat him alive. He looks sinful with hair mussed and his lips bitten pink, chest heaving. His moans begin to crescendo, his hands on your hips tightening to a point just before pain.

“You’re close?”

He barely has the sense left to nod, chasing a high this close like a man starved.

“Will you finish just like this, Vitya, for me?” Your hands ghost over his throat, marveling at how beautiful he looks under you. He surprises you by holding the hand in place there at his neck.

His eyes are glassy, you apply a bit more pressure, looking to see if you understand his request.

He whines and his eyes roll back into his head. You press to the sides of his throat harder, “I’ve got you, darling,” you grind down harder now against him, “Gods you look gorgeous like this Viktor. Not even fully undressed.”

He makes a wounded keening sound, back fully arching off the table as he’s hit with an orgasm. You work him through it, hand no longer putting pressure to his throat but gently held in place.

He comes down from the high slowly, hips jolting from aftershocks. He curls towards you like a flower to the sun. “That was -“ he’s still breathless, breathing deeply as you pull him into your arms, drawing soft patterns on his back as his breathing returns to normal.

•••

You lay in silence together for awhile, limbs tangled, sated and happy just in each other’s presence.

After a bit though, you prop your head up on one hand so you can look at Viktor. “Let’s do this again, but I’ll do it properly this time. Can I take you out to dinner?”

“You are, interested in that with me?” There is some amount of shock on his face.

You almost smack your head sitting up so quickly. “Viktor! Yes! Was my extreme interest in you not clear after quite literally taking you on the nearest surface?”

“Yes, well. I wasn’t sure if it was just, ah. Physical for you.”

“I’m sorry for not being clear then, Vitya. I’m interested in you. I love your mind and your body. The whole package. Including your injuries, including your insane sleep schedule, including your intense relationship with coffee-“

“Okay! Okay. I get it, I was being a bit self loathing. I am just. Ah. Interested in you too. More than physically that is. And I was hoping you felt the same.”

You press a kiss to his cheek. “And next time I’ll wine and dine you before taking you over the nearest surface.”

Viktor chokes

[lil-binuu]

MORE ELIAS HEADCANONS!!! 😼

- he has a big nose. i know i already made a post about it i’m just a sucker for it FUCK AHAHSHSHDHJF HE’D LOOK SO YUMMY

- he would def be the type to leave post it notes around the house with cute (and also spicy) messages for barista to find EUGHHH HES SO CUTE

- go out of his way to make them blush or smile. it’s a goal for him. a bonus if he get you to laugh, then he’s won at life.

- someone else said it too, he gives latino vibes and he’d flirt with you constantly in spanish especially if you don’t understand a single word. you’re just sitting there dumbfounded as he’s splurting his love for you in spanish and you have no idea

- would get matching tattoos with you

- i think he’d also like those permanent jewellery too and get one with you (hehehehehe you should totally read my fic permanently mine 😻)

- (for female barista) saku confirmed it, elias would be comfortable shopping for period products and wouldn’t think twice to get you what you need

- would do your skincare together, like face masks, it would become a nighttime and morning routine for you two together

- would buy you jewellery and if you bought some for him, you would never catch him without it on

- when you go makeup shopping, he is glad to be your personal palate. please cover him in lipstick stains

- i feel like he would be the type of guy to, with his friends, dress up and wear skirts and crop tops for a joke

- we know he doesn’t care what others think, so he wouldn’t hesitate to put his arm around you or show affection in public

- if you worked at another cafe or restaurant he would def go visit you. he easily becomes your most regular and loyal customer. all your coworkers would be convinced that he just has an unhealthy obsession with their food/drinks (but actually his obsession is just you 😉)

- wrestles you on the daily. and we all know how it ends.

- he’s the type of man to cook for you. if you’re hungry, he’s a michelin chef.

- if you were really bad at a game, maybe maybe he’d go easy on you :))

- i feel like he knows how to calm you down and help you in a time of panic or stress, i feel like he’s probably had a lot of experiences of his own panic attacks (like when he described having a nightmare and running away to a park) he’d hold you tight and whisper all the right things and you’d know that you could just relax into his arms and let him look after you

- i know he likes the danger of speeding down roads on his bike, but i think especially the first couple of times you go on his bike he would make sure to not go too fast or be too risky with you on the back.

- can’t stop his eyes wondering over your body and honestly, he wants you to see how into you he is

- we know he feels negatively about himself for being weak, particularly too weak to save his mother, so i think it’s likely that he might feel embarrassed to cry or like he’s weak for crying. especially because his father would have very rarely cried in front of him, elias wouldn’t have grown up feeling like he could express his emotions very well and so he would bottle it up for when he was alone and could smoke his problems away

- speaking of smoking, i’d like to think that he would try restricting himself from smoking the second he gets even a glimpse of a wrinkled nose from you disliking the smell

- cover him in hickeys. please. he finds it so hot that he’s yours and everyone knows it. wants to parade them around like a medal.

- i feel like he’d take your trust very seriously, especially when he saved you from brewhouse as a complete stranger, he knows that you’re in a foreign world and don’t know who to trust, so he’d value your trust in him a lot.

okie that’s it hehe hope you enjoyed 😻💕

@xzhdjsj @belladonnadawn @meraki-kiera @peppymintdreams @xxminxrq @dollsprincesa @xxluneilaxxaus @penelopesbaby @shelllyy

[katerinaaqu]

first look at Nolan's Odyssey, what are we thinking?

Literally from what I see the most interesting part is the background of this image (and even that is a bit off like...why does it have this worn-off paint feeling? Wasn't that paint supposed to look new?)

Honestly the makeup is not half-bad but compared to amazing representations before (Bekim Fehmiou or the amazing Christos Tsagas for once) this look doesn't make me go "wow" actor wise. Dunno how he will play (I assume this will be the Odysseus look they go with) but honestly Sean Bean looked immensely more interesting and fitting for Odysseus this just seems "meh". It is not as terrible as I imagined but doesn't make me go "wow 🫨" just "meh 😑"

And the armor? From this small look? Disappointed. Very basic standardized "greek warrior look" that screams "mainstream media" and of course not even the slightest bit of effort to the variety of mycenean armors and such (not that I expected an actual mycenean armor with his iconic boar-tusk helmet or anything but I expected more from a guy that worked with a historical film before so the very least he could do was double check some history books for this)

Visually? Not impressed so far. Dunno how the rest of the spectacle will go (because honestly I am not optimistic yet to call it "adaptation") but this small thing you show me just gives me "meh" vibes.

As I said the only thing that made me look was the background colorful mural. And even the mural looks like someone copy pasted the ancient murals here...with the worn off essences of the ancient paint lol like someone was taking really bad care of that wall apparently!)

The look of the figure seems like what you shop for a Halloween costume or but PJO merchandise. I expected at least more attention to detail with someone like Nolan and his fame to direction. This costume looks like a bad rip-off the armors at Troy (2004). Like I never expect us Nolan to give us some sort of amazing Odyssey adaptation but visually I was at least hoping we would get some variety (to be fair never expected actual mycenean armors just...dunno ANYTHING that doesn't scream to me "don't bother to go to the cinema just Google the movies that came before and you good". The 1968 version had more character than this. Costumes were not accurate but some of the shapes for example the short chitoniskoi (short chiton) were corresponding to some ancient paintings. Even Troy seemed to pay some attention to helmet designs and that sets the bar too low already.

But you guys definitely have no mercy hahaha try really really hard to forget these stuff and you guys keep coming hahahahaha 🤣🤣🤣

[scienceoftheidiot]

Multiple reasons

My dog (who has almost died last week and is still on watch even if he's now acting perfectly normal and we have to restrain him from doing silly things like jumping around and running, so I REALLY feel the more expensive because of quantity of meds part) is a 48kg lab/beauceron cross, for reference. He's 11yo, so that's why we're on watch. Dogs of his size are considered senior starting 6yo.

Which is actually an argument for smaller dogs lol

Another argument for smaller dogs : when they're sick, you have to find ways to move 50kg of dead weight around. Think about it.

Anyway my reasons for big dogs :

I've always had only big dogs and they were great

Most of my experiences with small dogs were with small dogs that were badly socialized or trained (and probably abused) because they were small dogs, and thus these experiences were extremely negative and I associate small dogs with bad behaviour (I know it's not true!)

Corollary : I have been bitten only by small dogs, unprompted (like I didn't even see that damned dog coming)(jack russells all of them), while I have only ever owned big dogs. Only one warning snap happened and I had deserved it.

I only get my dogs as older rescues, and big dogs are harder to get adopted especially once they get old, for the reasons I mention in the first paragraph (which I feel very much). Sanga has been through four families, and stayed stuck in the same box for THREE MONTHS WITHOUT ANY WALKS because the shelter volunteers were afraid of him because of his size (and colour. Everyone is convinced he's a rottweiler. He's not. And rottweilers just like any other dogs need to go walkies).

Rescue point also goes for the second point : small dogs tend to be more abused in ways people don't realize, badly socialized, and thus will be harder to get along with. Because it's easier to ignore small dogs warning signs. I will avoid most smaller dogs there (I avoid a lot of breeds including big ones because I know we wouldn't get along. That's not on the dogs, that's on me and my lifestyle)(I love huskies. I will never get one.)

I'm a woman in the middle of nowhere and even if I don't think about it when I get my dogs, having a dog that is almost your own weight walking by your side is not a bad feeling, and if I have a dog, I will have to get out once or twice a day to walk anyway, so I'd rather feel safer.

Aesthetics. The number of small dog breeds I like aesthetically is very small. Most smaller dog breeds are highly deformed due to inbreeding (not saying big dogs aren't !!! But I am less exposed to them at the very least). Brachycephalic dogs, bulging eyes, shortened, arched legs, these really don't vibe with me, first because they are causing the dog pain, second because I do not understand the appeal. These are just deformations to me. To be honest I actually like cross breeds better because they tend to have less of these traits.

I am. A brute. I am a horse owner. I am used to handle 500+ kg animals. I never look where I walk. I bump into walls 24/7 AND into my dog (sorry bud). I am honestly afraid to break the bones of these dogs when I interact with them (not the case with cats because they know how to handle their own bodies and will avoid you/duck/step off more easily)(also they don't try to bite your ankles)

I think I have said it all 🤔 once again these are my reasons and only my experience about it.

But really ? We are considering downsizing next time. Not really because of the money (remember I am a horse owner. I do not have money, no, but I am ready to spend it. A dog's operation won't cost you 10.000 often 🥲) but because moving a 48kg dog when it can't walk by itself isn't doable if your spouse is working. We were lucky we were both off when Sanga's problem happened, because the vet told us if we'd waited until the time we'd came home from work, he'd be dead.

But no small dog for me, just. Maybe 20-30kg max, you know 😅 (and now I will have to explain to all the rescue shelters that I refuse to take in a Border Collie, a Malinois or a hunting breed because I can't give them the enrichment they need)(which is why I always end up with Beauceron crosses. Best doggos for me. But very big doggos.)

I don’t actually have an opinion on what size dog a person choose to get. When I see someone walking down the street with a big dog I have zero thoughts about it.

I personally prefer to keep small dogs myself because they are easy to travel with, they don’t need a lot of space, they are cheap to feed comparatively, not to mention their vet visits are cheaper because they need less medication.

However, when people act nasty and shit on small dogs, saying no one should want a small dog, I point all those things out and ask why anyone would want a big dog unless they need one for protection or specialised work. If they just want a doggy companion for nothing besides walks and lounging around the house then what’s the point of wasting all that money on a big breed? You like to hike? A Jack Russell will follow you to the end of the world. You want a lazy quiet dog? A Shih Tzu will fill that job perfectly.

But like I said, I don’t actually care. I only say all that to make people understand why someone would choose a small breed. But it made me wonder why DO some people prefer big dogs if they don’t need it for protection or work/special needs? If you prefer big dogs for nothing but companionship I’d actually love to hear your reasons. What is it about the size that outweighs the costs?

[lagunaseca2013]

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[benevolenterrancy]

Can I ask what was your first impression of TGCF and if it turned out wrong or right?

My first impression of TGCF was "this goof continuously ascends to -- and gets kicked out of -- heaven, this is going to be clown town isn't it?"

And honestly I stand by that one, I think I was completely correct**

(**barring the fact that this goof will then go on to experience ever conceivable horror known to man but honestly I mostly expected it after MDZS)

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know what I love more, the fact that as rook you can make a statement in NO uncertain terms that you are NOT responsible one way or the other for the theological implications of the shit you're discovering in the 'regrets of the dread wolf' memories. not my jurisdiction. quite simply none of my business. not my chantry circus not my chantry monkeys. irrelevant to the matter at hand here we'll kill that god if we get to him he can get in line. or if the best thing about it is seeing the lone little 'lucanis approves' that pops up right after choosing it. corvid with a knife about to commit deicide keeping it real and sensibly, pragmatically, wilfully agnostic with me here in this magical lighthouse today

[singingcicadas]

The way it's depicted, Cybertron's pre-war societal issues had a lot less to do with Functionism and more to do with unchecked government corruption, massive wealth disparity, high layoff/unemployment rates, and disenfranchisement.

People were starving, they needed work, they weren’t getting any. Those that were fortunate enough to have work didn’t get paid living wages, much less have anything to spare for health contingencies. Even then stability’s still the luxury of the top few tiers; they live one cut away from layoff. The government cared only enough to exacerbate these issues by coming up with new ways for exploitation. Any attempts to protest or lobby were shut down through political persecution. As a result the masses turned increasingly to crime, drug abuse, thuggery, and violence. Extreme acts of terrorism gets lauded as long as the collateral damage's suffered by someone else. Morality and caution are eroded in the face of desperation.

Meanwhile the many alleged restrictions of Functionism are just lip service complaints made by the characters which doesn’t match up to most of the stuff we’re shown. Like if Rung could become a psychologist, a specialized job that requires higher education, despite having zero background on top of such a weird alt that he had to be classified as an ornament, then wow the functionists must be open-minded. If Dominus Ambus could be a scientist/doctor/explorer/author/successful social rights advocator during the height of functionist control with a minesweeper military-use alt (assuming that his secondary alt's the same as Minimus'), then wow the functionists must be accommodating. If Tyrest could become chief engineer under Nova and later go into law, a complete change of profession, while being a jet, then wow functionism's flexible. If Ratbat and Momus could become senators in a society that discriminates heavily against beastformers and labor frames, then wow that’s progressive. If every Prime from Nova to Zeta (with the exception of Sentinel, his alt’s a tank, he only has wings in Megatron Origin as part of his Apex armour upgrade), every single named pre-war senator other than Proteus and Momus, and four out of five of Nova Prime’s buddy club (only Galvatron's a grounder) were wingframes in a society that supposedly discriminates against wingframes, then wow that’s… inconsistent worldbuilding.

Megatron didn’t get into bloodsports or start a war because he didn’t get to pursue his dream job. He got driven into the pits and down the slippery slope of moral degeneration because his only source of income was cut off by the mine closure incident. People wanted livelihoods above anything else, it's the failure to provide that that made the miners go off the deep end and resulted in the death of a guard. If Functionism actually ensured that everyone could be guaranteed a job or at least minimized the unemployment rates, then stratified castes or not, there would have been no war. People, or societies, are generally capable of tolerating an incredible amount of injustice as long as the majority still have a chance at scraping by at the end of the day. But the government, and later Megatron, kept yanking the rug out from under everyone over and over until they no longer even had a chance at that; there's no other choice left but fight or die.

[annarchorose]

some of this is fueled from the sickness dysphoria depression anxiety isolation cocktail but i am feeling so fucking conflicted and tired and missing being with people.

for sake of saving my voice i've been not chatting with my partner much which sucks and has left both me and them lonely and missing each other, but im also missing being with people in person, physical touch is so important and i love my friends at college a lot and miss being around them

[greasydumbfuck]

watched the 2004 punisher movie yesterday with pixie and honestly i had fun 👍 some stuff was good some stuff was eh some completely irrelevant stuff made me mildly annoyed. but most of all it was funny and they had frank hang around with his tits out for multiple scenes so i mean how could i not have a great time tbh

[fairysylveon]

if you're comparing bl3 or new tales to the movie I'm gonna need a full essay on my desk about why you think they're comparable or I will take you directly to jail

[angelfoodscake]

remembered this evil bitch exists

[end-orfino]

yknow what im going to be honest i dont like this.

[certifiedwerewolf]

Isn't Riz like canonically aro/ace? Why are there so many fic shipping him with Fabian?

[lususnatura]

blamore's one party trick being that he knows the 'just dance' version of rasputin by heart and can also perform it without getting winded somehow just makes sense to me because it lowkey (okay, highkey LOL) has always had a 'big' personality

[elisedonut]

so this is really niche and probably wont make sense to alot of people but amnesia memories Percy centric au where Oliver gets to be a little toxic as a treat and takes Toma's place, putting Percy in the cage(tm) in a messed up delusional attempt to protect him