#I'm not feeling it

[jadzio-writing-prowess]

Sergiu making breakfast for Elisa:

It was their 2nd day together. She just came from Kolechia yesterday and now she was sleeping soundly, in Sergiu's arms. He couldn't sleep for most of the night. Just wanting to hold her tight, being scared that if he would let go, if he closed his eyes, it would turn out to be all a dream and he will be alone again.

Elisa was curled up on Sergiu's chest. He was just laying there, softly petting her hair, deep in his thoughts. A though emerges in his mind and he decides that it would be nice, to surprise her with a breakfast.

He carefully pulled her to the side. He made sure she was still sound asleep, put a small kiss on her forehead and covered her up with a blanket. He quietly got out of the bedroom and made his way into the kitchen.

There wasn't much to make breakfast with. Sergiu sighed resigned. He took some bread, margarine, lard and started to make some sandwiches.

He thought that with this scanty dish, it's not tas much of a romantic gesture, as he might have thought. It's better than they have it in Kolechia for sure, but its not the bourgeoisie, she probably hoped for. He started to doubt himself. Whether he will be able to satisfy and provide for Elisa. Whether she will be truly happy here with him. Whether their love-

He felt a pair of arms, lazily wrapping around his torso. A faint hint of lips on the back of his neck.

Elisa nested her head in the crook of his neck. “Making breakfast so early and all by yourself? Why so early and no morning cuddles…?”

Sergiu puts his work down and turns around to embrace her. “I was just so excited you are here. I couldn't rest. Wanted to make some breakfast for both of us.” He kisses her lightly on the head. “Well then…” She spins around, takes the bread and puts it in her mouth. “We can sit down and cuddle together, and you can tell me more about living here. And maybe after that, I could get you to sleep some more.” She says with a sigh and looks at the clock. It was nearing 4am. Sergiu's face gets a little red. Elisa tugs at his arms and leads them to the bedroom.

They spend the next hour just chatting about everything, until Elisa gets sleepy enough and falls asleep on Sergiu again. He embraces and spoons her. He focuses his mind on her. Doesn't let his thoughts wander. And he eventually drifts to sleep, with a small smile on his face.

[kirstythejetblackgoldfish]

May God grant you days as we love and wish, Happy New Year

Aisha Gaddafi

[ultravioletrayz]

guys, is it bad that I don't feel comfortable writing characters x virgin!reader? like idk... something about it is a bit icky.

I can READ it, but I feel weird writing it. Especially considering the ages of the characters I write for. Like, perchance if I was writing a college au or something I'd be into it... but it just makes me feel bad making a 40 year old man take someone's virginity (this doesn't really apply to cunts like billy butcher... but you get where I'm coming from).

sorry to anyone that has any interest in me writing x virgin!reader fics

:(

[wrestlezaynia]

I'll be happy when War Games is over tbh.

[beawake]

Catching up on campaign 3 finally. And Sam jokingly telling Laura “you’re the main character”. Laura immediately being like “don’t say that! don’t say that”. But like isn’t she? Cause she feels like it. And Taliesin, way early even said that they were a party of npc’s except for Imogen.

And I’m not Imogens biggest fan, I have a lot of trouble getting very invested with many of the c3 characters, but Imogen always feeling so centerstage is definitely one of the reasons why I have trouble with her.

It’s not Laura’s fault, but it’s definitely a lot of things surrounding it, like Fearne being Ruidusborn but it rarely getting mentioned and nothing being done with it. Why make her ruidusborn then? FCG also has had to put some stuff sideways for the whole arc now that while it involves so many people, like Fearne, like Orym, just keeps being focused on Imogen and sure it’s a big part of her backstory, but it’s not only about her, and people seem to forget that at times.

And we’ve barely seen anything about Ashton, Chetney only had a small part. And I know Chetney will get more in the coming episodes, FCG probably too, but the others aren’t really.

[ishiduca]

生産できねーくらい落ち込んでたらどーすんだよ

“学生時代、気が沈んでいると友人に話したら「最近生産してる？」と聞かれ「なんでもいいからいつものプラスαで生産しな。本を読んで感想を書く、料理を作る、外食したらレビューを書く。なんでもいいから生産しな。生産は心にいいぞ」としみじみ言われた。落ち込むとよく、何か生産を、と言い聞かせる”

— さえりぐ on Twitter: “学生時代、気が沈んでいると友人に話したら「最近生産してる？」と聞かれ「なんでもいいからいつものプラスαで生産しな。本を読んで感想を書く、料理を作る、外食したらレビューを書く。なんでもいいから生産しな。生産は心にいいぞ」としみじみ言われた。落ち込むとよく、何か生産を、と言い聞かせる” (via eternityscape)

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[dionysus-complex]

funniest Kamala Harris VP picks go

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[westiec]

You've gotta love Jews more than you hate Nazis.

You've gotta love trans folks more than you hate TERFs.

You've gotta love your unhoused neighbors more than you hate the billionaires.

You've gotta love immigrants more than you hate ICE.

You've gotta love queer kids more than you hate christian fundamentalists.

You've gotta love fat people more than you hate the diet industry.

You've gotta love disabled people more than you hate the insurance companies.

You've gotta love your fellow humans more than you hate the worst that humanity has to offer. You don't have to like every person you're fighting for, and you sure as hell don't have to give up your righteous anger, but hate is ultimately corrosive.

You've gotta love.

[teaboot]

Sometimes I think a lot about my mom's cat

My mom's cat is a common domestic shorthair we found on the side of the road as a kitten

Regular cat, not a maine coon or one of those massive breeds. His mom was smaller than a loaf of bread

But in a sort of a Clifford The Big Red Dog situation, he grew super fast, and really really big, and took a super long time to stop growing

Worried that she was overfeeding him, she eased back his portions, but he stayed a massive round baby

When he started having kidney problems, she took him to the vet.

The vet took a look at him and said, "holy fuck, what are you feeding him", checked the nutritional listings on his chow, and told her "Yeah, maybe he's reacting badly to the amount of grain in this, try a meatier diet"

So my mom wound up special-ordering this specific high-protein prescription cat food made of like. Kangaroo meat or some shit that cost like sixty bucks a bag

And, as typical act two in an episode of House, he somehow got worse on the fancy specialized stuff that was supposed to be Primo Athlete Olympic Feline Blend

Like. WAY worse. His guts were inflamed and his kidneys were shutting down and he was all sore and HE WAS STILL HUGE, just miserable and sad

So shetook him back to the vet, where they had to help him pee (he was apparently close to bursting and had some kind of blockage too) and went "Yeah no this is NOT normal and we don't know what's going on, we're gonna do some tests but in the meantime you should go back to what he was eating before, at least that wasn't actively killing him" so she did

And he still wasn't great, but he also improved

And so they take his blood and do an ultrasound and a couple g's later she gets a call back like "this is gonna sound crazy, but we want you to put him on a low-meat diet. Just the least amount of protein and iron and shit. We need you to find the grainiest, filler-iest dollar tree kibble available and give him some of that bad bad shit"

And my mother is a woman of science. So she did

And he GOT BETTER

His energy picked back up, inflammation went down, he started drinking normally again, got back to pissing like a fuckin champion

And so it turns out that out of all the random ass freeway bonus cats we possibly could have scooped out of a ditch, WE got the one-in-a-million freak of nature with a SPECIFIC genetic defect that means a paleo protein free range diet is essentially poison and he THRIVES on cheap ass garbage

Like. He medically NEEDS junk food

I dont really understand how that works, but i cant argue with results.

If we had four of him, they'd outweigh my mom. And he's FINE

Also blind, but that's unrelated

Im not using him as a symbol or a metaphor or anything. I just keep catching myself thinking about my mom's Big Fucking Cat

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[mroddmod]

soos was crying behind the camera btw

[spookygibberish]

OK SO I WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET IN THE RAIN AT 2AM AND I SAW AN ANIMAL RUNNING DOWN THE ROAD AND SO I GRABBED IT AND

IT WAS THIS

[perrieedwards]

i feel like people are skimming over the uk riots in a way that makes me want to tear my hair out. muslims in the uk are in active danger. immigrants in the uk are in active danger. refugees in the uk are in active danger. people of colour in the uk are in active danger. asian communities in the uk are in active danger. black communities in the uk are in active danger.

there are massive far right riots throughout the country right now and people like fucking elon musk and nigel farage are inciting it and still have a platform to speak. people have used three young girls deaths, people's genuine grief in southport, to try and gain traction for their own racist bullshit and it's working.

a lot of refugee charities have been forced to close leaving many people without support, homes, funding, food, etc. if you aren't able to donate please consider sending a message via the conversation over borders campaign! it will send a hopeful, welcoming letter to a refugee in the uk. there is also a guide to staying safe here.

please do your own research and donate to refugee charities, anti-islamophobia charities, mosques who are trying to rebuild after being destroyed, counter protesters, here are some i've heard positive things about but the list is extensive; southport strong together (support for the southport victims and their families), southport mosque rebuilding, riot repair fund, middlesbrough vulnerable residents, nasir mosque rebuilding, hull help for refugees, bristol welcomes migrants,