#IT IS AGAINST THE LAW /lh

[ask-idv-night-watch]

Yo Mama-

"Don’t you dare finish that sentence."

[lehguru]

Could you do how one piece characters comfort their crying girlfriend?!:D

CRYING + ONE PIECE MEN

zoro, law, luffy and rosinante comforting you while you're crying!!

info: pure fluff!! i tried to not specify why reader was crying, so it could be as broad as possible, also im aware that the quote by pylades is overused but im in love with it leave me alone (/lh), gender neutral — ko-fi

roronoa zoro froze upon seeing you like that. you were taking way too long to get out of your shared room, you said you were "just changing to something warmer" and taking that amount of time to do so concerned him. when he opened the door, you were kneeling on the floor, your face buried on a pillow against the bed; after hearing his footsteps, you felt even more tears come out of your eyes.

your name fell out of his lips in such a soft and gentle tone, you almost thought it wasn't your boyfriend there. "what happened?" he asked, kneeling next to you and placing a hand on top of your head. you looked up at him, your eyelashes and your undereyes completely wet; you blinked at him, processing his question, and immediately started to cry again. you threw yourself into his arms and he held you, hugging you protectively—one of his arms hugged your waist, while the other cradled your head.

you kept on sobbing against him, hearing the way his heart pounded faster in his chest. zoro was quiet, his eye closed and his jaw was visibly clenched—he wished that he could get all the pain you have and put it on himself, he could handle it for you. "hey," he suddenly said, making his chest rumble, "i'll be here when you're ready to talk about it. or don't want to talk about it– i just... i'm here. for you." the awkwardness of his words made you choke out a giggle and you relaxed in his embrace. everything is going to be fine.

trafalgar d.water law didn't expect you to be the one knocking at his office door. it was late, he thought everyone—he hoped that you were too—fast asleep; upon seeing you passing the door, looking at the floor shyly, he immediately thought something was wrong. "are you okay there?" he asked you and your face immediately scrunched up, tears falling from your eyes. while you buried your face in your hands, law got up from his chair, almost dropping it to the floor. in two quick steps, he reached you and hugged you tightly; you hugged him too, your fingers pressing against his back.

"i-i'm sorry for— 'm sorry i bothered you." you managed to say between sobs, feeling the way he played with your hair to calm you down. he kissed the top of your head, so softly it almost made you melt down. "it's not a bother." he whispered, hugging you a bit tighter. "not if it's you."

he held you like that until your crying got better. pulling away slightly, he put his hands on your cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. he hated to see them and hated himself even more for not being able to stop them from falling at all in the first place. "let's go to bed, yeah? we can talk tomorrow, if you want to." you nodded and he picked you up, making his way to your shared bedroom. if he couldn't stop your tears from falling, he would at least cuddle you and make sure you feel comfortable and protected. make sure that you know he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.

monkey d.luffy always had the right actions to make you laugh and he made you incredibly happy. that's why it was a shock to him when he saw you crying, alone in the bathroom. it was common for him to come into the bathroom while you were taking a bath, so him opening up the door, saying your name loudly, wasn't a surprise. you tried to wipe away your tears, but it was too late.

"what— are you hurt?" he immediately asked, his usual smile replaced by a frown. he kneeled next to you, one of his hands rested against your cheek, and his eyes scanned your body. you shook your head and tried to smile, but your tears started to flow again. surprising you, luffy got up and left, leaving you alone. even through your soft sobs, you could hear your boyfriend running around the house and it confused you so much, it almost made you forget why you were crying in the first place.

when luffy got back, he picked you up and carried you to the bed, carefully putting the covers over you—his movements were so gentle, it made you smile at the act. once he was satisfied with the little burrito he put you in, he sat down on the bed, his legs crisscrossing. "i don't really know what to do right now, to make you happy again." he spoke up, his big smile back on his face, and petted your head. "and if you don't know either, it's okay. i will just stay here. imma watch out for you and punch away anything that could make you sad." he punched the air and that made you giggle. it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, the comfort of the blankets and tiredness overwhelming you. just like he promised, luffy stayed there until the next morning, sitting next to you.

during your relationship, donquixote rosinante was always good at comforting you. whether it was through words that were exactly what you wanted to hear or through his small clumsy acts, he always managed to comfort you; but it didn't mean that he knew how to act upon seeing you cry.

whenever you cried close to him, he would panic, his heart almost coming out of his mouth as tears of his own started to build up on his eyes. his first instintic was to hug you, but he immediately remember that could make you uncomfortable. breathing in and out, rosinante kneeled in front of you, trying his best to smile and murmur: "is there anything i can do to help you?"

you shook your head, a soft 'i don't know' leaving your lips through a sob, and he hummed. "would cuddling or a hug make you feel lighter?" this time, you nodded and he immediately embraced you, cooing praises and caring words while rubbing circles on your back. he knew that doing just that wouldn't show you the full extent of how much he loves you, how seeing you like that and not knowing why you were crying was like hell to him. if it cheered you up, he would reach inside his chest and give you his heart—it was already yours anyway.

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[4wkjun]

rude | lhs

pairing: lee heeseung × afab!reader

summary: heeseung has never loved anyone as much as he loves y/n. y/n’s father has never hated someone as much as he hates heeseung. but it doesn’t matter, heeseung’s gonna marry y/n anyway.

contains: heeseung riding a motorcycle (🥵), smoking, cursing, toxic father, sugestive.

obvious note: inspired by magic!'s rude (don’t kill the magic, 2014).

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“marry me” heeseung said, looking at you. you were laying on top of him, his own body occupying at least 80% of his mattress. you laughed, covering his mouth with your hand.

“stop saying that!”

“i’ll stop when you say yes” he said in a muffled tone behind your palm. his long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he kissed your palm before removing your hand from his lips. his other hand held your lowerback as he turned the both of you on the mattress, laying your head in his arm. “you know i can make you happy.”

“you already make me happy, lee heeseung.” heeseung sighed, frustrated at your answer. you chuckled and lifted your head a little to peck his lips. “it’s getting late. c’mon, i gotta go home.”

“why can’t you sleep over?” heeseung asked and tightened his grip around your body, not letting you get up.

“you know why...”

“your dad is not a good reason. gimme a good reason.”

“well, when he is the one who pays for my bills, he is a good reason.”

heeseung pouted.

“i can pay your bills” he said, smiling. you laughed, shaking your head. “if i give you my credit card, will you stay?”

“oh, please. i already love you for free” you said. he smiled big. “hee, i want to stay” you said and your thumb circled his bottom lip when his smile faded. “but you know i can’t, my dad’s gonna kill you.”

“worth the price” he sighed.

you smiled, getting rid of his grip. heeseung groaned when he saw you reaching for your purse sitting on his chair, knowing you’d walk home by yourself if he didn’t drive you. he got up behind you, upset because he couldn’t even spend the night with his girl.

heeseung parked his motorcycle in front of your gate, waiting until your feet reached the floor before getting out himself. you smiled when he took his helmet, fixing his smooth hair – or at least trying to, because the wind wouldn’t stop blowing. he looked so good like that, still holding onto his helmet, his leather jacket zipped up to his chin, trying to protect him from the cold wind announcing the autumn was coming to an end. the sunset was so pretty, reflecting golden streaks of light into his beautiful skin.

“are you cold?” he asked, his gaze fixed on your face. his hands fixed your sweater, pulling the collar up to protect more of your skin. “i know you hate the wind when riding, i tried to come as slowly as possible...”

he pouted, now focused on fixing your wild hair post-helmet. you smiled, holding his waist. your hands felt cold inside of the gloves and your face hurt as if all of your blood disappeared, but your heart always felt warm next to heeseung.

“i love you” you said, your eyes fixed on his. he lowered his gaze to meet yours, smiling.

“and i love you, silly.”

in your tiptoes, you reached his neck and pulled him closer to kiss his lips. he kissed you back, his hands holding you in place for a little longer than needed. you chuckled when he let you get away from his touch.

“go, get inside and take a warm bath. i’ll wait you get inside” he said.

as always, you waved to him while closing the gate, his smile never fading until you closed it entirely.

heeseung sighed, leaning against his motorcycle and taking the cigarettes pack out of his pocket. with the cigarette between his freezing lips, he searched for the lighter inside of his pockets. it took him a while to find it and when he lifted it up to his face, he saw your dad’s car pulling over.

“fuck” he groaned, finally lightning his cigarette. the smoke filled his insides, warming up. heeseung watched closely as his lovely father-in-law got out of the car, closing it behind him. he let the smoke out of his mouth, making a cloud. “what’s up?” he grinned.

your father sighed, clearly annoyed.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, cutting to the chase.

“just passing by” heeseung shrugged. he couldn’t tell your father he just dropped your by, he didn’t know you spent almost everyday with heeseung in his house.

“if you’re planning on taking y/n out, drop it. she’s not going anywhere with you, specially at this time.”

heeseung checked his clock between his puffs. 18:02. he laughed.

“don’t worry, old man. before you notice, we’ll be a married couple” heeseung started, taking his time with his last puff. he let the smoke out slowly, directing it towards your father’s face. your father tried to fan the smoke away with his hand, his eyebrows frowned. “i’ll let you visit us, though. even past six.”

heeseung smimed at him, throwing the rest of the cigarette on the sidewalk. as your father filled his lungs to start speaking, heeseung grabbed his helmet, ready to leave.

“she’s not gonna marry someone like you. i’ll never get you my blessing.”

“we don’t need your blessing, we need a priest” he responded, getting on top of his motorcycle again. he laughed at your father’s facial expression before actually leaving.

it was half past three in the morning when heeseung finished his shift at the bar, tired as hell. he drove straight home and doze off without even a shower, completely worn-out. he woke up around noon, his phone blowing up with random texts you sent, just like every morning. he smiled at his phone, finding amusing a specific text you sent: “did you see my father yesterday?” he opted for speaking about this when you got out of class. heeseung took a long shower and cooked a quick meal for the both of you before taking off to pick you up.

you felt like you could almost drool at the sight of heeseung riding that motorcycle, with his usual leather jacket and skinny jeans. unfortunately, the other girls waiting for their rides also could drool at the sight of him. you almost lost your shit when one of them said “i wish he was picking me up like this.”

heeseung knew the thirsty girls around you made you go nuts, so everytime he parked to wait for you, he would take his helmet off so he could peck your lips, allowing you to show them he’s yours.

the drive back to his place was chill, he would rub your hands around his waist at every red light, trying to keep you warmer. you waited until he properly parked the motorcycle in his driveway before throwing yourself in his arms, kissing his lips.

“i missed you” you muffled before kissing him again. heeseung chuckled, kissing you back. he caressed your hair when you let go of him, smiling.

“i missed you too.”

he held your hand as you walked into his apartment complex, taking a good look at your ass while you walked in front of him in the stairs.

“so” you started, taking your shoes off and placing your helmet inside of the tiny closet in the hall. “did you meet my dad yesterday?”

“it’s more of he met me” heeseung answered, laughing behind you. he followed your steps, putting his helmet away along with his shoes. “i was outside and he arrived, that’s all.”

you hummed.

“why?” heeseung asked, reaching for his pack of cigarettes on top of the table. “did he say something?” he mumbled, holding that damn cigarette between his lips.

you sighed, walking towards his mini kitchen – pretty much delimited by his counter. you reached for the top shelf while scolding heeseung:

“what do i have to do for you to stop smoking?”

heeseung laughed, letting go a cloud of smoke towards the opened window he was standing next to.

“say you’ll marry me and i quit right now.” you sighed again, placing the plates you just grabbed on the counter. “won’t you answer my question?”

“to marry you?”

“hmm, i was talking about what your dad said about me, but... y’know” he said, puffing the cigarette again. the nicotine rush made him feel completely calm and relaxed, but he meant it. if to you said yes, he’d quit immediately.

you turned around with a plate in your hand, opening the budaejjigae pan. as you filled your plate, you said:

“he said something among the lines of my boyfriend being disrespectful towards him and i should leave him, just the usual” you shrugged. heeseung laughed, shaking his head as he exhaled the smoke again. “did you say something i should worry about this time?”

“no” heeseung said before inhaling and exhaling again. “just told him he won’t have to worry about controlling the time you go out with me in a while...”

“let me guess” you said, putting one of the plates on the counter and grabbing the other one to fill with food. “because we’re gonna get married?”

“yeah” heeseung smiled. after two seconds, his smile faded. “i mean... you’re always rejecting my “proposals” and i assumed you were joking because we’re young and... i don’t know, do you actually want to marry me someday?”

you turned around, only to face heeseung with a worried expression on his face, still sucking onto that damn cigarette.

“of course i do, heeseung” you said, serious. “i just can’t run away and marry you right now, but i dream about the day i’ll be able to say yes.”

“oh” he said after exhaling the smoke for the nth time. “i thought you were like bella in eclipse.”

you let out a loud laugh, walking towards him. ignoring the smoke on his tongue, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. he smiled during the kiss, throwing his cigarette down the window to properly wrap his arms around you. he loved you so much.

you were only officially “allowed” to see heeseung during weekends. he would call an uber to your place and pretend as if he didn’t give your personal helmet as soon as he bought his motorcycle so you could ride with him. he would get inside, greet your lovely mom, your annoying younger brother, pretend he could deal with your father and leave as soon as possible, desperate to kiss your lips. however, when you and heeseung were walking towards the door, your father stopped you.

“we need to talk.”

“right now?” you whined. “we have thirty minutes to be inside of the movie theater, dad.”

“the movie can wait, y/n. i pay for your credit card, i can afford to lose the money of a ticket.”

heeseung fought the urge to flip your dad off and tell you to get your stuff upstairs so you could move in with him.

“sit down” your father pointed to the couch in front of him. you and heeseung took a seat, heeseung already running out of patience. “you know, y/n... i ran across heeseung smoking in front of our house a couple of days ago. he said something about marrying you. did you accept marrying this man without my approval?”

“i didn’t. not yet.”

“not yet? do you want me to ground you?”

heeseung took a deep breath and bit his cheek. he needed to smoke immediately or at least punch your dad in the face, otherwise we would lose his shit.

“ground me?” you laughed. “i’m 21. you can’t ground me.”

“i can stop paying for all of your crap and let you starve while you do that shitty university course – which i pay for the tuition.”

“she doesn’t need your money, mr. choi.”

you tried your best not to slap heeseung and say: i do, actually.

“oh, yeah? and who’s gonna provide for her? you? a barman?”

your blood boiled inside of your veins. “stop talking about him like this, dad. you’re no better than him.” your dad scoffed.

“that’s ok, love. he wouldn’t understand what it means to really love someone” heeseung said, caressing your head as he always did.

“no, this is not ok. i’m in love with heeseung, dad. i’ll go anywhere he goes.”

heeseung smiled at your sudden confession. your mother and brother watched the whole show from the kitchen, afraid to step in.

“oh, yeah? then grab your things and go.”

“fine” you said, getting up and pulling heeseung’s hand. he followed you towards the stairs, proud but worried. you slammed the door behind your back and locking it. heeseung stood there, confused. “help me get that bag on the top shelf” you said, sliding the door of your closet.

“babe, wait...” heeseung started. he grabbed your hands, stopping you from walking around the room. “take a deep breath. are you sure you wanna do this?”

“why? aren’t you the one who asked me to marry you literally everyday?” you asked, confused. heeseung pulled you close, hugging your tiny torso.

“yeah, of course. i dream about marrying you everyday, baby. but... your father provides you a lifestyle i won’t be able to continue. i am a barman at the end of the day, love. i’m afraid i won’t be enough.” your eyes filled with tears as you hugged him back.

“you are enough, hee. i don’t need a fancy house or diamond earrings as birthday gifts. i need you. only you.” heeseung smiled against your hair, kissing the top of your head right after.

“ok, then... let’s make your bags and leave, hm?” he said, slowly getting away from your figure. as you turned around, heeseung searched through his pockets inside of his signature leather jacket. you heard the sound of the leather rubbing against itself, turning around.

“you’re not gonna smoke right now, are you? we’re gonna asphyxiate here.” heeseung laughed, kneeling down.

“i’m not looking for my lighter, babe” he said, pulling a tiny box inside of his inner pocket. “i’ve been keeping this around for a while now, waiting for the right moment... honestly, this seems like a point of no return of our lives, so... y/n, will you marry me?”

the next three weeks were though, but you loved them. heeseung lived in a tiny apartment – really tiny with only one bedroom, a single bed, a bathroom of the size of your actuall mattress and a kitchen you could barely cook in – but now that it was also your apartment, everything felt different. you enjoyed the nights you spent smashed against heeseung’s chest, and enjoyed even more the nights he smashed you against that mattress with no intention of sleeping at all. you loved coming home, taking a shower and dressing your clothes that were tidy inside of heeseung’s wardrobe. you loved cooking and cleaning the tiny house while heeseung worked at the bar of the club, saving all of his tips for you. you loved that he actuall quit smoking right after you said yes.

right after you shoved all of your bags inside of his small living room, heeseung drove you to the official registry so you could pick a date to get married. heeseung paid for the fee right on the spot, surprising the employee behind that desk. the two of you called your closest friends to attend the wedding at witnesses and now you were ready to take this step.

“maybe i should be at jay’s right now” heeseung said, zipping your white dress for you. “the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding!”

you laughed, putting your earrings on in front of the mirror. “we don’t need any of this superstition, baby. we’re gonna be happy no matter what, remember? you’ve been telling me that all of the time since we started dating.”

“yep, saying the same thing for about four years paid it’s price” you laughed, turning around to kiss his lips.

three hours later, the both of you signed all of the papers you needed and exchanged your rings. with a lovely kiss and weird applause from your best friends, you and heeseung were officially married.

“i told you i was gonna marry you anyway” he whispered against your lips. you smiled, kissing him again.

he did say it, a million times. and you realized as time went by that he was actually right. you moved out of that tiny house, he got a more stable job, you graduated and started working in your field. sometimes the money was indeed a problem, but by the end, everything was worth it.

heeseung is worth it.

[lowkeyrobin]

Platonic Ghostbusters x social media manager! Reader?

oooo hell yeah!! ; thanks for requesting and I hope u enjoy :)

GHOSTBUSTERS ; social media manager

summary ; you run the official ghostbusters social media platforms

warnings ; language

word count ; 746

masterlist

Podcast wanted to run the official Ghostbuster social media's but was quickly turned down at that. They needed someone who could actually be on top of that kind of stuff and whatnot. So, Stanz made a deal with Podcast that they'd get a social media manager, and he could act as their teammate with that, basically. Giving them ideas, giving them video clips and extra details, etcetera.

Most of the others didn't see a real reason for a social media manager, but as long as it wasn't their money.

Trevor offered to just do everything himself, but that was obviously turned down as well. The teens all agreed not to let the adults run the account either. They didn't need millennial - Gen X / Boomer humor flooding the whole account and making them look bad.

And that's where you came in.

surprisingly, Pheobe was the one to find you. she's seriously the most chronically offline person ever so the fact she ever opened Instagram was a miracle in itself

lots of talking back and forth and meeting the original four three ghostbusters to get input, then meeting callie & garry and the teenagers

you actually figured out that you used to be friends with Lucky as well, damn

you had managed social media accounts before, but you'd recently quit a few of those because of labor laws being broken so, yknow

you quickly formed a bond with Lucky, Trevor, and Podcast. you were kind of close in age to all three of them and they were all invested in the public image for the brand

setting the Instagram up was genuinely the funnest thing ever

the four of you were chilling in the living room in the firehouse (since sleepover stuff, pheobe was in her room reading) and you had your laptop in your lap and the three of them over your shoulders

the amount of laughing and cackling got some scolding from callie upstairs

it took everything out of you to not make the first post a video of trevor being soaked in Slimer's slime (which had been recorded by Lucky just by coincidence as they were investigating the attic again)

the first three posts, which were pinned, all lined up to be like a banner kind of logo with the theme song in the back, and they all played the same video, clips of the og ghostbusters and how they grew and then the new ghostbusters

the tiktok is its own thing, you allowed trev, lucky, podcast (and pheobe) to run it, but everything had to be ran by you first because pr shit

but thankfully no boomer humor or slang is ever being put on those accounts

most of those people don't even know wtf the internet is anyways lol

stanz has a personal vendetta against you /hj after you posted a .5 of him for relatable promo. he had no idea what you were doing but it was criminal that you made his forehead look so much more bigger than it already was

Winston gives you a bunch of old pics to post to trending angst sounds as well LOL

let's not talk about that tiktok where you, lucky, and trevor dance to/remake submissive and breedable by smosh ft bbno$, okay?

^podcast and pheobe were behind the camera cackling the whole time

lots of random pic posts on the insta as well because why not (most of them are the teens looking awkward, callie, gary & lars trying to look like cool scientists, or venkman, stanz, zeddemore & melnitz being classic, sassy old people)

the socials are never professional whatsoever, it's fun but it's not heavily controversial or obvious that you're there as a pr manager basically or just to manage the socials

like man they don't have the time to look at all the comments, take all the advice, reply to fans, etc

I mean that wage ain't that bad either LMAO

trevor is always bitching about how you make more money than he does /lh

you're not just a representative to them, you're actually family. you're just cool like that

"bro y/n is such a mc I hate them" and you'll reply on your personal w a "says you, reality shifter" or smthn LMAO idfk

always reposting ghostbuster edits / fanart etc because fandom culture 🙏

also I can't get over the fact the ghostbuster theme song is canon now either. yk damn well that shit is plastered everywhere thanks to you 💀

"do the ghostbusters respond??" "stanz said he loves your dog" "HELP HSEIJDLAKE"

10/10 experience

[miralines]

Have you ever wondered what “vast and secret sin” Snow is atoning for based on the lyrics of Laid in Blood? I sure have, and, unfortunately, I have a theory. This is really half-headcanon, half-meta– a headcanon I have textual support for and which would be very canon-typical. I can’t say I think it’s definitely what the mechs intended when they wrote that line, but I also can’t say it’s definitely not.

So without further ado: Did you know that Snow and Rose aren’t the only pair of sisters in OUATIS? Scheherazade, mentioned in The Resistance Grows as “the silver-tongued propaganda minister,” has a younger sister. In One Thousand and One Nights, her sister, Dunyazad, helps Scheherazade with her plan to stop the king from killing his brides by telling stories. In the end, after the king’s change of heart and declaring of Scheherazade as his queen, Dunyazad marries the king’s younger brother.

Dunyazad is also included in OUATIS canon in the story One Thousand and Two, as part of Scheherazade’s backstory. Before she was Cole’s propaganda minister, she spoke against him. She was dangerous enough to be captured, tortured, and brought before the king, who offered her life and her sister’s in exchange for speaking for him instead. As she worked for him, she came to at least partially believe in his rule, but Dunyazad still opposed him. When she confided in Scheherazade a plan to take down the king, Scheherazade betrayed her and gave the order to have her “disappeared.”

I would propose that Scheherazade and Dunyazad may be acting as narrative parallels (though not necessarily narrative Echoes) to Snow and Rose, and thus that Snow, like Scheherazade betrayed her sister. There are two reasons I believe this could be the case– one, because it offers a potential explanation for Snow’s sin, and two, because Dunyazad’s fate in OUATIS diverges so significantly from her fate in One Thousand and One Nights. This could be simply because the mechs seem to be ideologically opposed to happy endings (/lh)… but still.

In the time leading up to the Wedding Day Slaughter, Rose was the commander of a prison complex, which housed Cinders after King Cole took over her planet. Rose and Cinders fell in love, and broke Cinders out of prison with the help of a “godmother in white,” with the assurance that if they were married by midnight, the law would protect them. Of course, this didn’t go as planned, and thus we have the events of the album. But consider this passage from Midnight: “She hears a gunshot outside, followed by screams. They can’t be coming for her, they can’t, it’s too soon. But why else would they be here?”

So I would like you to consider: Snow, who despite both of their growing responsibilities is still close to her sister. Snow, who talks to her regularly, who has heard all about Cinders, who is invited to the wedding. Snow, who knows what marrying a prisoner will do to her sister’s career, not to mention the complicated political fights it will start and stoke. Who is above all at this point in her life, a peacemaker. So she tells someone, perhaps her parents, intending simply to delay them. Perhaps to find a less damaging, fraught way for them to be together. She doesn’t mean anything to happen.

But it makes it to the king, and the king wants Rose for reasons none of them know yet. So his troops storm the wedding, and Snow flees, knowing it’s her fault they knew where Rose would be.

This would be in line with other places in canon where well-intentioned actions lead to horrific consequences– I’m thinking particularly of Cyberian Demons, when Nastya’s plan to allow, as far as she knows, peaceful dissidents into the palace leads to herself and her entire family being slaughtered. Simply by the patterns of storytelling the mechs tend to use, I find this theory plausible.

Like I said, I can’t in good conscience fully call this meta. It’s too fueled by headcanon and conjecture, and maybe the connection to Scheherazade is a stretch (I probably wouldn’t have even included it if it wasn’t what made me think of all this), but I do find it the most likely explanation of anything I’ve thought of so far. If the line in Laid in Blood was simply referring to Snow’s war crimes as the leader of the rebellion, I don’t think it would call it a secret sin. The phrasing, to me, hints at something much larger and more personal. When she outright states that “We’re brutal and cruel as we battle his rule/ for we learned from the tyrant’s tutelage,” she admits to the rebellion’s crimes under her hand. In my view, the line must refer to something else, and this lines up in my opinion.

Besides, isn’t it fun for angst purposes?

[fadingdaggerr]

rose infusion - l.w.

pairing: (college) larissa weems x gn/fem!reader (reads more fem but no gendered terms/pronouns for r)

summary: larissa smoking weed for the first time with a “good friend” (and r practically foaming at the mouth over her the whole time)

warnings: marijuana use, smoking, shotgunning smoke for the plot, rolling tutorial, discussion of drug use, making out, references to drinking, friends to lovers <3

note: this was fun to write considering smoking is one of my very few talents /lh. i also based a lot of the background on stuff that’s i’ve done or seen when i lived on campus lol

after probably breaking several traffic laws, i finally got to my destination. amir’s house was up the street a little ways, but i desperately had to change my clothes. putting my car in park, i fling my upper half into the backseat in search of the spare clothes i left there to change into. after a delightful struggle to remove my work uniform of khakis and a black button up, i finally got my jeans and long sleeve on. the black converse sneakers could stay, they were only part of the uniform that i had any say in.

opening the glove compartment to my right, i fish around until my hand knocks against a heavy piece of metal and a sandwich bag. grinder, check. weed, check. i look in my middle console, blindly moving the napkins and random plastic utensils until i find my prize, slowly raising it out like a claw machine. baby blue lighter, check. papers were the only thing missing.

i drive up the road, praying they remembered, then clapping to myself when they did, i see the spot in the driveway they left open for me. once in park again, i grabbed the grey, oversized zip up from my backseat, wrapping it tightly around me as i began to make my way to the house. finally making it to the door, i open to a sea of people. dancing, talking, yelling, oddly dangerous making out on top of the oven, beer cans littering the floor, and loud music blasting through the speakers. this was definitely an ‘amir and co. party,’ as it had been coined by himself, and himself only.

i find him by the makeshift pong table, a bookcase that has been brought face down, balancing on milk crates placed at each corner. incredibly stupid, but inventive, so i let this one slide.

“oi, you got papers?” i say loudly as i stand to his left, trying to be heard over the music.

he yelps, “you scared the shit out of me, you god damn ghoul,” he sinks a ball into a cup, followed by a happy fist bump to his partner, tomas.

“nice one. now, papers?”

“nah. go check out back i’m sure one of them has a pack of ‘em. if you can’t find any, sneak to my room and use one of my glass pieces. i don’t need you cranky at my party,” he smiles to me, before groaning at mikal when he lands a ball in a cup.

“you’re the best,” i say, turning and walking towards the back porch. i had opened at work, and been asked to stay later, and i wanted, no needed, was to sit and smoke in peace.

i get outside, and find my usual smoking buddies. i greeted them, gladly accepting a hit off of one of their pipes. after asking, more like begging” for only one or two papers, i was gifted five little sheets, and a couple spare filters dominic had prepared before the party.

“if i wasn’t gay, i’d so kiss you for this,” i joke.

“if we’re both gay, does it cancel out?” he jokes back, and we talk back and forth for a bit. i move to sit down to finally roll for myself, my very own joint. all i had been thinking about since leaving work.

i put some weed in the grinder, turning and turning the cover. grabbing one of the papers, i gently fold it in half to create a crease for the bud to sit. just as i reach for the grinder, the seat next to me dips down. i almost made a comment telling them to get lost, thinking it was amir coming to fiend off of me. every cell in my body thanked me for looking before i spoke.

when i looked to see who sat next to me, i’m greeted by the greatest sight for sore eyes the gods have ever created. larissa weems. ever since freshman year move in day when i first spoke to her in the hallway, she’s been the only thing on my mind. we had somehow been in the same english class every semester for the last three years, and i always had admired her from afar. she was always top of the class, peer reviews showed her masterful writing, and sitting close to her let me see her kindness up close.

we had become friends. most of first year we were just ‘school friends’ mostly, only sharing the one class each semester and sitting close to each other. second year the ongoing classes together became funny coincidences, now sitting directly next to her and coming in early to talk with her in the longue. this year, third year, andrea started crushing on tomas, so they both were becoming frequent guests of amir’s house, and larissa and i would just sit and talk the whole time.

i took her in, still not used to her outside of a school setting, or with her hair down for that matter. she had her long legs covered by light blue jeans, a fitted, white university t-shirt, and a golden necklace with a sun pendant. she finally looked back at me, realizing she had sat with someone.

“oh, hey,” she said shyly, eyes only looking in mine for a second, like she was checking to see if i was bothered by her presence. i was most definitely not.

“hey, larissa. i didn’t know you’d be here tonight, how are you?” i pray to every god that could hear me that i sounded normal.

“i’m good, i guess. and i’m here because andrea dragged me here. tomas asked her to come by and she ‘had to say yes’ because finds him ‘yummy in eight languages.’ her words, not mine,” she shakes her head at the thought. i fake gag muttering ‘straight people’ with a shiver, making her bark out a laugh.

“i definitely wouldn’t word it that way, not even if i was held at gun point, but tomas is a sweetheart. andrea’s in good hands, a little stupid, but good,” she laughs at this, tomas wasn’t known for being the brightest student, but he was the kindest kid out there.

“anyways…” wanting to get away from the topic of andrea and her conquests, i change the subject. “you decided to join us here in the smoking lounge. can’t say i’m not surprised, you never mentioned that you smoked,” i say lightheartedly.

“i don’t. well, i guess it’s more that i haven’t. this is the first year i haven’t lived in a dorm since before high school. never really got the chance,” she looks almost embarrassed by her confession.

“that’s totally fine. did you… did you want to? you can smoke with me, if you want. if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. i don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything,” i make eye contact with her to try and prove my honesty, wanting her to know she’s not going to be judged.

“i want to… i just have a dumb question first,” she says in a small voice.

“no such thing as a dumb question, i’ll tell you anything you want to know,” i give her a assuring smile.

“is there a way… to make it, i don’t know. is there a way to make it not taste as gross as it smells?” she asks unsurely.

i think for a second. when we were in high school amir and i would take mint and lavender from his mom’s garden to lessen the smell. this wasn’t an option now, seeing as amir’s apartment was closer to growing blue cheese than mint, but mr. cho next door had a rose bush. i close up my grinder, and put the papers and baggie of weed under it, using it’s weight to secure them there. i stand up, offering my hand to larissa. she slowly reaches out, placing her warm hand in mine. her hand is so soft, and the weight of it in mine grounds me.

i pull her in the direction of the fence that lines the yard, stopping when i reach the hole that brings you to the other yard. i drop her hand, and get lower to slide through the opening, but before i can, she grabs my elbow.

“what in fresh hell do you think you’re doing?” she whisper yells at me, not letting go of my arm.

“getting something to help with the taste, you asked if there was a way. i’m getting the way,” i say, trying and failing to loosen her grip by shaking my arm.

“that is someone’s yard, you’re gonna be trespassing,” she said, making it clear that she was not coming with me.

“you’re worth it,” i say, and she goes to say something but i cut her off, “plus, i’m barely going into the yard, just to the side of the house to grab one little, tiny thing. he’s asleep i’m sure, he’s like a thousand years old and he only has a cat,” and with that, i drop down, finally losing her grip. i carefully go through the fence, trying not to get dirt on my clothes.

i look back, seeing larissa staring back at me. i wave to her, she lets out an breathy laugh before waving back. i run low and quick across the yard, coming up next to a rose bush. i stick my hand just a little, a few thorns digging into the top of my hand and wrist, but i pluck the head off of one rose. looking around, i make sure i’m in the clear, before grabbing swiss army knife from the pocket of my sweatshirt, detaching a perfect rose from the rest of the bush, closing and sliding the knife back in my pocket. i turn and head back to the fence, sliding under it. i pop back up into standing position, the head of the rose in my palm, the full one hidden by my sleeves.

“tada!” i say with a smile, “this should help a bit with the taste, and the smell.”

“you trespassed, on a man old man’s property, for a rose bud.”

“yes, now let’s go,” and with that, i begin making my way back to the porch. larissa follows after a second, walking by my side. she walks around the table, i follow her with my eyes as she moves to sit back down, a little shiver going up her spine as she does.

i grab and open the grinder, tearing up little pieces of the rose and adding it to the already grinded weed. ideally this would be dried rose, also ideally not from mr. cho’s yard, but the fact that i would be smoking with larissa made both of those facts mean nothing to me.

“i’m guessing you don’t know how to roll,” i state, looking larissa as she nervously plays with her hands, she shakes her head, confirming my assumptions. “that’s okay, i’ll show you. come here,” i motion her to come closer, and she immediately does, making me blush just as fast.

“you do it, i’ll talk you through. sound good?” i ask her, she nods, “okay, gently hold the paper in half the long way,” she does. “good, now reopen it, and put a filter in at the end,” i pass her a filter, my skin tingling at the short brush of our fingers. she lays the filter against the end closest to her left hand, “now, we just add the weed and rose, then the hard part.”

she looks at me desperately at the mention of ‘the hard part,’ i place my hand on her knee and caress the skin with my thumb, “nothing you can’t handle.” i don’t miss the blush that creeps up her neck, but i hope she missed mine.

i watch as she sprinkles the weed and rose mixture into the paper. long fingers grabbing small bundles of the plants, distributing it evenly. her rings make little noises as her hands move, and i can’t help but watch. she looks at me for confirmation each time before adding more, i only stop her by putting the cover back on the grinder.

“alright, now we roll it, get it all packed and into the right shape. it doesn’t have to be perfect, most of the time they look quite sad,” she giggles at the last bit, and my heart flutters, my smile growing.

i adjust her hands, showing her the motion to make, but when she gets frustrated and mutters something about “should be smart enough to figure it out,” i stop. i grab her hands, moving them manually, showing her the motion myself. she initially freezes, and my hands drop from hers with an apology ready on my lips, but she pulls them back with a ‘it’s okay, i’m just jumpy.’

my eyes go back to her hands, my own coming to help her again. she takes a deep breath, before focusing on the motion harder than before. after i see that she had gotten used to it, i moved away, watching the small smile on her face grow from pride.

“now, we seal it up. tuck, roll, lick, twist, done,” i say quickly, she chuckles warmly. “okay, for real this time. wrap this around the weed, start by the filter,” i start the tuck for her to show her, she quickly understands what to do next, beginning to finish rolling it up. she looks at me for the next direction.

“you have to lick it,” i say, barely being able to look her in the eyes, “ya know, to seal it.”

“is that really necessary?”

“what did you want a little water dish to dip your fingers in? that’s marijuana not a spring roll there, babe,” her eyes widen at the pet name, mine do too. i was not expecting myself to call her that either.

she looks at me before asking, “can you do it? i don’t want to mess it up.”

“you wouldn’t,” i say quickly, not liking how she talked down on herself twice now, “but i can do it, if you want,” she quickly passes her little creation to me, “this looks much better than the first joint i ever rolled, you should be very impressed.”

“i’ve had a pretty great teacher,” she says with a smile, but i’m frozen because her hands hadn’t left mine yet, both our hands cradling the almost finished joint.

with all my strength, i move my hands away from hers. i make eye contact with larissa, raise the joint to my mouth, poke my tongue out, and drag it alone the paper. her eyes are not subtle as they watch my tongue with intent, instead of my eyes. sealing it, i grab a twig off the ground to pack it down, then twist the end. i hold the joint by the filter and hold it up.

“our marijuana and rose mixture, m’lady,” i say with a smile that she matches instantly. i hold it out to her, offering the first hit, but she shakes her head.

“you first, it’s your stuff and you were patient enough to help me. plus you trespassed on someone’s lawn, lots of hard work,” she quips, making me laugh. i was not going to live down the rose bush, was i?

placing the joint between my lips, i look around for my lighter. it had just been on the table, i was sure of it. my head whips around a couple times before i hear a little click, click click.

larissa hold up the lighter, flame glowing. the orange hue lights up her face, her pale skin warmed by the fire. she was so close to me, faces only about a foot apart, knees touching as we faced each other on the couch. the shadows of her face and hands accentuated, her lipgloss shining, eyes reflecting the light. i knew in that moment that nothing more beautiful had ever existed.

she brought the flame to the twisted end of the joint, lighting it gently. no words between us, eyes on each other. i inhale for a few seconds, hoping to get it started as well as calm myself, before my hand rises to my lips to allow myself to exhale. i hold it out for her to grab, but she doesn’t move.

i lower my hand, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, i’ll put it out if you want.”

“it’s not that, i just don’t want to make a fool of myself. you know, like cough my lungs out in front of you,” she looks at her lap the whole time, twisting her rings around her beautiful fingers. goosebumps grow on her arms as the wind picks up, the sun now past the horizon.

i sit up as i start talking, “you will not make a fool out of yourself,” i slip off my zip up, “everyone coughs when they smoke, if they make you feel bad about they’re idiots,” i hold out the sweatshirt for her, “and i most definitely will never think anything bad of you.”

she accepts the sweatshirt with a hesitant grasp, but once she puts her arm through one sleeve, she’s rushing to pull it fully on. she wraps it around her, i’m giddy at her in my clothing, but i try to remain calm.

“i mean, there is a way that might make you cough less. but it’s a little different and i’d be in your personal space,” i say, not wanting to pressure her or scare her away.

“what is it?” her eyes perk up, looking into mine.

“it’s called shotgunning. basically i’d take the hit, then exhale it into your mouth while you inhale, like passing it along. you can say no, i know it’s weird.”

“i wouldn’t mind you in my personal space,” she whispers, “i’ll try.”

i look at her quickly, making sure she’s serious, and she definitely was. i mumbled ‘okay’ before bringing myself closer to her. i stand on my knees, straddling one of her thighs. one hand on her shoulder, the other holding the joint. i slowly get closer, but she seems to be more impatient. her hands move to my waist, pulling me closer quickly. now fully straddling her, i decide to stay standing on me knees, my hand now around the back of her neck.

i bring her face closer to mine, she tilts her head back just in the slightest while her hands slide down to hold my thighs. i lean over her, moving my hand up to cup her face, stroking her jaw. i look into her eyes, asking permission once again, and she nods.

smoke fills my lungs and mouth, the joint resting between my lips, pulled away a couple seconds later. the smell of weed and a hint of rose surrounds us, but it’s nothing compared to her perfume. i raise my eyebrows while looking at her, letting her know to start inhaling.

i exhale slowly, my lips puckered so no smoke is wasted. smoke smoothly starts to flow my from mouth to hers, her hands grip was steady the entire time, my thumb never stopping the slow, circular motion against the bottom of her jaw. when all the smoke cleared my lungs, i watched her exhale a paler cloud. still perched over her lap, i take a hit from the joint again, this time for myself. i exhale slowly again, blowing the smoke up and away from her, not only to be polite but as to not cover her face.

her hand grabs my wrist, pulling it towards her mouth, this time taking a hit on her own. my eyes never leave her lips, watching as they wrap around the filter and how they leave a shiny print of her lips from her lipgloss. how the smoke leaves her mouth, swirling and dancing around her. her and i just look at each other for a minute before she squeezes my thigh and speaks up.

“i prefer your way,” she whispers, a tiny smile toying at her lips. my heart races.

“i think i do too,” i say back, though i wasn’t just thinking it, i’m fully in love with the idea. i never wanted her fo smoke another way ever again, always like this, me in her lap and her hands on me. i would be content living as her personal cigarette holder. taking another hit, i tap my thumb against her jaw, telling her to inhale once again.

by the time the joint is halfway down, she tells me she ‘believes it’s starting to kick in’ with a slightly more dopey smile, eyes now lightly tinted red. thighs beginning to tire from holding myself up on the cushions, i decide to sit down on her thighs. her stiffens, only for a moment, until her hands comfortingly rub my own thighs, before her hands slide up to my waist, pinching my side playfully.

she takes a hit herself again, choking on the smoke a bit when i bend away from her. i crawl off her lap, grabbing the rose i had plucked for her. i guarded the rose from her sight, i use my knife to remove the thorns so they wouldn’t hurt her.

“what is that you’ve got?” she asks through a giggle, trying to peek over my shoulder. her efforts unsuccessful as i practically fold myself in half to block her view.

“none of you business, now just sit there and look pretty,” i laugh, then wince as i jab my ring finger into a thorn. once the last thorn is removed, i look over my shoulder to look at her. her eyes are already on me, big, blue, and beautiful. “close your eyes,” she does so without hesitation.

i grab the joint from her hand, placing it in my lips, “okay, pretty. open,” i let smoke come out between my words. i had the rose held out to her, nervous smile on.

her eyes open, first focusing on my face then the rose. her smile grows instantly, eyes now flicking between the flower and i. i held it out a little more, urging her to take it.

she tentatively reaches out, hand grazing mine. her fingers wrap around the stem, eyes watering a little, “for me?” her voice was so small.

i nod, letting go of the flower so she can inspect it. her smile makes me heart race and stomach fill with butterflies, but the way she looks at the flower is what makes me weak. she looks at it like it’s precious, like i have gifted her the first rose to ever grow. her arms move around my shoulders within seconds.

“thank you,” she whispers into my ear, my arms wind around her waist, squeezing tightly. i mumble an ‘of course’ into her hair, i nuzzle my nose into her. when we part, she stays close to me. i roll another joint while she rests her head on my shoulder, her eyes watching my actions closely.

with the joint in my mouth, bringing the lighter up to the end. before the flame can reach, a pale hand swipes the lighter from my hand. she lights it in her own, lighting the joint for me. her eyes stay on mine as i inhale, hold, and exhale, still making the point to exhale away from her face. she stays facing me, an expectant look on her face.

with her face held in my hand again, i take another drag, exhaling slowly into her mouth again. she smiles, i smile back. the slider door opens, and larissa nearly jumps out of her skin, but doesn’t move from my side. andrea peeks her head out, grinning largely when she sees larissa. as she makes her way over, she grabs the joint from me, taking a hit, and puts it back between my fingers.

“okay, so on a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if i stayed the night here?” andrea asks larissa, begging hands in front of her.

a sigh leaves larissa, “solid 8. you’re going to make me walk back to the apartment alone?”

andrea is practically pleading, larissa is irritated. i turn and see tomas in the window trying to see the outcome of this conversation. i shake my head at his antics. i take a long pull off the joint, breaking the ash off and putting it out, then cutting andrea off.

“alright! you have fun with tomas, just don’t use the bathroom in the hallway. boys live here,” they both look at me weird, “larissa, i’ll walk you home, if you want,” she smiles softly. andrea squeals loudly, running inside, no doubt to tomas.

“you don’t have to walk me home,” is all larissa says.

“i know i don’t have to, i want to. i would offer to drive you but,” i pointedly hold up the joint and take a drag, “so i will gladly be walk you home.”

— — — — — — —

the party had died down, the only people left were amir and his three roommates, some ‘too drunk to leave’ stragglers, larissa, andrea, and i. sitting on the couch inside, larissa’s head was resting on my shoulder, an arm wrapped lightly around mine. andrea and tomas slowly disappeared from the living room, larissa and i both chuckling at the clumsy duo sneaking away.

i lean my head onto hers, speaking into her hair, “want to head home?” the only response i receive in a gentle nod against my shoulder.

i begin to stand, saying my goodbyes, then give mikal and amir hugs. larissa finally stands, wobbly for a moment. she makes her way to stand by my side, polite goodbye and thank you’s sent to the guys. after grabbing my grinder and weed bag, i pick around the pockets of my sweatshirt, which was still on larissa. finally getting a hold of my keys, i pull her gently along to start the leave.

the air had gotten much colder during our time inside, my arms wrap around myself tightly. there was no way i was going to ask for my sweatshirt back, the view of her wearing it was enough to keep the cold from consuming me. always observant, larissa notices my shivering and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into her side. my own arm goes beneath the sweatshirt, hand now resting on her waist.

i pull the remainder of the joint from earlier, it’s a little bent but can still do the job. i hand larissa the lighter, and she takes the hint, lighting it for me as she had previously tonight. we pass the joint back and forth as we walk.

“thank you, for tonight,” she says when we’re about half way to her apartment, she’s gently playing with the rose between her fingers.

“of course. i wanted to make sure you got home safe. and you’re welcome over to smoke, or not, whenev- i mean if you want,” i say, hoping that she’ll take me up on my offer to at least hang out. i just needed her presence, she was too beautiful to lose.

“be careful with that offer, you may never get rid of me,” she chuckles, smile bright and eyes glowing. she was a star plucked from the heavens and placed here on earth, just for me.

“maybe that was the plan all along,” my voice is quiet, i’m stuck in a trance by her beauty.

we arrive at her building, climbing shaky stairs to her door. she opens the door, motioning for me to come inside with her, and i follow with no hesitation. she walks quickly down the hall, to what i assume is her room, before coming back out with a sweatshirt. with an amused smile, she hands me her own cream colored zip up to wear.

we sit crisscross on the couch facing each other, my arm resting on the back of the couch to hold my head up. larissa just sat up, playing with her hands in her lap as we spoke.

“why did you give me that rose?” she asks, her eyes back on my face.

i can only be honest with her, “because it’s pretty, and so are you. i didn’t really think much before cut it, just that i wanted to give you a flower.”

she presses her lips together to hide her smile, but the blush on she cheek betrays her. when she finally allowed herself to look at me, she whispers, “do you actually think i’m pretty, or are you just high?”

i’m taken back by the question, my heart cracking at her thinking i wouldn’t find her beautiful. i reach for her hands, leaning close to her, “i think you’re beautiful. i always do, sober included,” i tilt my head to catch her eyes that dropped to our hands, “i gave you the rose because i like you. like a lot, like so much that amir has banned me from talking about you when we’re in the car because it’s ‘too tempting to kick me out while moving’ in his words,” this both shock and amuses her, so i go on, “i was sober when i picked the rose for you, i wasn’t when i have it to you, but the rose was always for you, larissa.”

she looks me in the eye, probably in search of a lie, but she won’t find one and she didn’t. her hands tighten their grip on my own, “i really like you too, incredibly so. and not just because i’m high. i’ve liked you ever since freshman year in that intro writing seminar, you lived right down the hall and i never got the courage to just knock on the door.”

i have no words to offer her, only an awestruck stare. my heart was frantically beating in my chest, my hands frozen in hers. in a sudden rush, i throw myself at her, and wrap my arms around her shoulders, back on her lap after hours away. her strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in further, her head burying in my neck. god, she was just so warm and she was so close, this was what heaven felt like, i’m sure.

her head picks up, now only an inch from my face, “can i kiss you?” her voice is so small, but the grip on my waist is confident. my arms slide from her shoulders, hand coming up to cup her jaw on both sides

“please,” and she does. her lips are so soft, gently dancing with my own. i pull her face in more, needing her closer, closer, closer. my hands slide into her hair, gently threading through soft tresses. her hands grasping my back, gripping my clothes. sliding down, her hands are on my ass, pulling my body in as much as she can. and i let her, and i’ll keep letting her. her tongue asks for entry, and i allow her in immediately, moaning into her mouth at the contact. the high from the marijuana mixing with the high of her touch was creating an addicting feeling, one i didn’t want to live without ever again.

she pulls away slightly, and i whine as i pull her in again. she gives in, laughter lightly vibrating in her chest. i pull away this time, breathing becoming necessary. i rest my forehead against hers, not daring to open my eyes so i can’t ruin this perfect moment. lips press against my cheek, gently moving up to my temple, before she’s back resting on the crook of my neck.

“stay,” she says into my neck, arms wrapping around me tightly. i definitely didn’t want to walk back to amir’s alone, and i most definitely didn’t want to leave her. i just hug her tighter, pressing kisses to her hair.

we stayed like this for a little while, wrapped in each other’s arms and mumbling to each other. i could feel her relaxing against me, likely ready to fall asleep, and i wasn’t far behind her. i pull away from our hug, holding her face in my hands. big blue eyes, soft from sleepiness were staring back at me, a barely-there smile on her lips.

“bed time?” i whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“you have to stay with me,” her voice is like honey, eyes never leaving mine.

“i wouldn’t dream of leaving,” pressing a kiss to her lips, i move off her lap and stand in front of her with my hand out for her. she grabs my hand so gently, as if she’s afraid she’ll hurt me, and lacing our fingers together. she leads the way down to her room.

with the lamp turned on, i could see her room is impeccably clean, only mess is her unmade bed. she lets go of my hand to walk over to her dresser, and i walk around looking at the photos and decorations. a photo of her and a girl with long black hair stand out, arms wrapped around each other, wearing matching uniforms. ‘cute,’ i think to myself. a little rainbow flag rests amongst pencils and pens on a desk in the corner, a matching little lesbian flag with the makeup brushes in the cart next to the desk. these make me smile, knowing she’s proud of herself had my heart melting.

she taps my shoulder, presenting me with sweatpants and a t-shirt of hers when i turn around. we both move to stand on different sides of her bed, she turns away and i copy her. we get changed quickly, or at least i did, wanting to be able to have my eyes on her again. she throws an ‘okay?’ over her shoulder, which i only respond to my picking up my clothes and folding them neatly, moving to put them on top of her dresser. she busies her self with pulling back the comforters and sheets, fixing her many pillows.

settling into bed proves a little awkward at first, both of us laying side by side, not speaking, lamp still on. she moves first, turning the lamp off before settling back in, now on her side, facing me. opening my arms, i motion for her to move closer. she scoots into my side, head resting on my chest as my arm wraps around her at her shoulders, our legs wrap around each other.

“larissa?” i whisper out, she nods against my chest, “i really like you,” i say quietly, my free hand grabbing hers and playing with her fingers. i’m fully aware she can feel my heart beating quicker.

she squeezes my hand, “i really like you too.” she places a kiss to my clothed chest before resting her chin there. “can we get breakfast tomorrow?”

i laugh at her sudden change in conversation, “of course we can, we can go get my car and we’ll go wherever you want, and you can get whatever you like.”

“french toast from the diner on dawson street?” she bites her lip with a smile, and my own smile grows huge on my face. she’s so impossibly adorable, and i get to witness it.

“it’s a date,” i say, relishing in the excited look on her face. she stretches up and presses a long kiss to my lips, then a short one right after, then gets settled back on my chest.

once i hear her breathing even out, her grip on my shirt loosen, i finally allow myself to close my eyes. i thank my lucky stars for this moment. to be holding larissa, falling asleep in her bed, wearing her clothes. heaven has got nothing on this, nothing on her.

hope y’all like this one, i actually really loved writing this and how it turned out. all feedback is appreciated <3

[tinylongwing]

For the top 5/top 10 meme: top character arcs!

Oh jeez! Okay this is awesome, let me dig deep into my brain. Also there's no way I remember every character arc I've ever witnessed so this is just gonna be the first good ones that come to mind, haha.

For my Lord Huron folks, I'm going with Lee Green as one answer. Girl!! You champion! Takes off on her own to try and make a career work for herself in the big city of Los Angeles after bailing on 1960s Detroit and her loser boyfriend. Winds up hooked on vide noir while in the clutches of Z'Oiseau who basically just collects pretty girls as temporary trophies because he's some fucking cosmic horror creep I guess, but somehow she gets out of that? Kicks her addiction, takes back her stage name and releases multiple albums and lives her dreams. Lee, how did you manage this when basically every other character winds up dead or suffering or missing. Good heavens.

And no okay I can't resist, I'm putting another LH-er in here because my boy Johnnie Redmayne is too ridiculous. Is this even a character arc? Yes. Kid lives a life of joyous violence and hedonism in a gang, risk-taking coupled with a need to support his friends and family monetarily leads to his kidnapping and murder, but then he's like fuck that, death sucks! I don't want to die, that's boring and also getting murdered via cosmic horror drug overdose is a real big nightmare which probably unlocked some really terrible secrets he'd rather not reflect on. Nope, better to just come back, now undead, out of sheer stubborn refusal to accept death! That's way cooler. Party on, haunting desert travelers forever. Child, you're doing great and I support you.

Okay, One Piece is also like ridiculously chock full of amazing characters with the world's most unnecessarily fleshed out and traumatizing backstories, and everyone who knows me knows that I'm very much here for Trafalgar Law. Yeah yeah, and Rosinante, but look, Law is the actual major character here who grows so much as he sees his whole world burning down around him as a child, goes from self-destructive and nihilistic to learning to trust and love people again to the point where he will always put himself in harm's way before even letting anyone touch a hair on his crew's heads. Such a wholesome goth. So much found family.

Having relatively recently watched Twin Peaks (FINALLY I know) I have to put Dale Cooper in here. This is not a positive character arc, this is a man whose joy and brilliance and successes against some really dark forces led him to thinking he was capable of anything in the pursuit of justice and truth. Turns out that was probably wrong! Whoops! And now he's possibly doomed? Look, the ending of Twin Peaks is massively open-ended but Cooper is very much a deeply tragic character and I'm kind of obsessed with tragedy and bad endings.

And I'm going to stop at five or I'll never get any work done, so fifth here will be.... hm. You know what, Seo-bi from Netflix's Kingdom. I can't get enough of characters in a scientific or medical sort of role in period dramas, I think that's very very good (and Goodsir from The Terror was a very near fifth choice here for some similar reasons). But I love Seo-bi in particular because she has knowledge, she uses it, she perseveres despite so many challenges including politics and also literal zombies, and the show continually throws a couple of characters at her that look like they're supposed to be love interests and she's always like NO! Fuck off! I'm doing important medical work here, I have no time for kissing!!! And that's very powerful of her and I love that for her so much. I'm sad that this series appears to be on hold maybe forever now.

[buwheal]

Am I allowed to give Spamton a little stuffed Darkner plush or is that like against the laws of nature

Thank you for asking first!!!!!! Make sure before sending asks to read the rules ^_^ /lh

"6. I cannot give/spawn/materialize things for/to Spamton if you ask because of the way it’s set up."

[maddy011901]

some empowered honey headcanons :))

they’re a telepath that has one telepath parent and one werewolf parent. They have telepath and werewolf siblings. their family (and they) are part of the Shaw Pack, but Honey doesn’t interact with the pack very often

They work for a law firm as a defense attorney that specializes in empowered law 

Honey has never entered Guy’s mind, and has no desire to tell him about being empowered (this is how i excuse Erik’s refusal to give us empowered honey lol)

They went to DAMN and was an excellent student. 

Kayla (guy and honey’s not-so-great roommate) is a freelancer that Honey knew growing up. The pair were actually good friends when they were younger

Sometimes honey uses magic without thinking and has been caught by guy, who is basically like “cool trick babe :D” bc god forbid he has a thought /lh

Honey used to try and enter peoples minds when they were younger, but their parents taught them very early on not to do that and why. Honey is now a huge advocate against using magic on others without their explicit, and informed consent

@haradasaya (tagging the person who asked for this :D, i hope its okay that i made a whole post)

[dappersautismcreature]

bbh yes, you guys are in a semi-anarchy society cause you are without certain laws of protection against theft, murder, etc, but YOU CHOOSE TO PROTECT AND HELP EACH-OTHER THATS ANARCHO-SOCIALISM DUDE

please I just want someone to actually see out ACTUAL leftist political ideas its all I want man please

yall are basically a couple of communes who have trade and protection in order to preserve yourselves and your kids. you share resources freely. it is you against the government. PLEASE

Baghera’s right they should all just avoid playing the fed game at ALL costs. this is why I fuggin hate election arcs lmao /nm /lh

[boosik]

Ive been thinking about this for a while and obviously my word on this isn’t law this is just my take on dethklok (+ magnus) and sex.

(vv This is gonna b a mess to read later vv)

Toki

Toki mostly the one penetrating someone during sex, though not opposed to receiving either. Multiple times (2-3?) the show referenced how he gets hard/sexual pleasure from bossing people around and I do think that would be a big part of sex for him. I feel like behaviour for him while “Topping” and “Bottoming” would be vastly (/hyp) different.

I’m going to use Skwisgaar as an example because I feel like Toki and him having sex would display how I view Toki during this better? On one hand if Toki is penetrating Skwisgaar I feel like the more rougher and bossy part of him might come out (The thought of Toki getting a BJ from Skwisgaar wont leave my head,, i fear the sight would kill me /pos).

On the other hand -(I don’t want anyone to think I’m painting Toki to be a blushing virginal maiden)- I do feel like he would be more meek/flustered if Skwisgaar were the one leading. He looks up to Skwis so I feel like it would be a little “wow” moment for him?

I do feel as though both of these behaviours coexist no matter which type of sex he’s having. Though I do see him as preferring not to be the “Bottom” during sex (though not opposed) (his bossiness will always be apart of his sexual behaviour no matter what though)

Nathan

I’m sorry but no matter how many people this man has sex with I truly believe that if its not with groupies/sluts then he’s the type to often pass the “control” to the other person.

Perhaps this is me slightly reducing him and making him a flat character (I’d hope not) but I’m going off how he behaves around the women he has had a relationship with (Rebecca and Trindle).

Often times he’s more passive and non assertive when it comes to relationships and i feel like this would somewhat translate to how he has sex (though I feel like he would have some more assertiveness(?) with groupies/sluts though i cant explain why)

I do think this passiveness -(don’t mistake this as me saying he’s not an active participant, he still has his wants for sex its just i see it as an “unless you ask he probably doesn’t care to share” type thing?)- would be present no matter who he’s having sex with and whether he’s receiving or giving during sex.

Once again Nathan strikes me as someone who would rather “fuck someone” than “get fucked” but I’m wishy-washy on that.

Pickles

I enjoy how much of a 50:50 I see him with sex. He wouldn’t mind the type of sex he’s having as long as he’s having it. This might be me basing it off his “Snakes ‘n Barrels” time but he strikes me as fairly open when it comes to it all and he’s the type to know what he like but isn’t against trying something new.

I feel like due to the confidence I see him having around this no matter the type of role he plays during sex he would usually be the one more assertive/dominant (i hesitate to use those words but i cant think of any others at the moment).

Perhaps too I am basing this off how people view those who drink a lot/do drugs as party animals. While yeah it’s a stereotype and I could be ignoring actual character traits that might change how i’d view him and sex but idk,, at the moment i feel confident in my assessment.

Murderface

Oh Murderface you repressed and sexless man you (/lh). I don’t remember if there have been any references in the show towards any successful times Murderface has had sex,,(bad memory on my part). I see him as almost being excited to have sex especially if with someone who reciprocates/appreciates his advances. In an almost immature excitement i feel like he would view this.

Though that behaviour would be towards women,, If ever he were to have the opportunity to have sex with a man his strongly repressed feelings would impede his “comfortable”-ness on it.

He would have to be 1000% sure its not a prank or anything mean spirited and only then would he let himself take the opportunity. I see this as going 2 ways where he would try and get it over with so that he could wallow in shame and anger OR I see this as being a situation where he wouldnt even know what to do. I feel like him being penetrated is fully off the table for a large part. If having sex with a man i feel like Murderface would let him service MF (in a way if he controls the situation and makes the other person the “woman” in the situation then its not gay and even if it is then theyre gayer than him).

Slightly similar to Toki’s behaviour but with different reasons behind it AND also just as different as it is similar. (I think the only actual similarities I’m getting are the control thing but for Murderface its more a safety thing rather than a kink)

Skwisgaar

I’m so sane about him I swear (lie)

Skwisgaar,, I have a lot of little thoughts on how it could go with him. I view him as being bisexual with a huge lean towards preferring women. Ive mentioned before how I think he likes the attention that sex gives him. It’s an ego boost and it’s certainly not like he has a small pool to choose from.

I hesitate to make this too much about who i ship him with but I will because canon covers his sexual behaviour pretty well already.

I already touched upon him and Toki and I feel like from Skwisgaar’s point of view it might be nice to not always have to be the one putting so much work in (I do view Toki to predominantly be the one fucking Skwisgaar thought this isn’t a “set in stone” type thing).

Dont get me wrong by saying “not putting as much work in” I certainly dont mean he does nothing, its just theres less of an act having to be put on and pressure for him to perform. I do think he would be a bit mouthy and criticize Toki even in sex but its almost teasingly? Skwisgaar being better at both sex and guitar is something I think he would use to lightly get under Toki’s skin to spur him on to try harder.

My view on Murderface and Skwisgaar is very simple i just like the dynamic of “Repressed and can never get some” + “Openly sleeps around and confident about it”.

Skwisgaar and Magnus hrmrmrmrm :) the amount of toxic (read abusive) gay shit this can fit in it *chefs kiss* (obvs irl relationships like this run for the fucking hills like no shit but these r lil fictional men that I’m playing make believe with),, I will elaborate below in Magnus section

Magnus

He would be very controlling over how sex goes i think. It’s unfortunate I don’t have much to go off but from what I remember he’s very “my way or no way” and if you don’t like it you can kick rocks. I do think because he’s so critical and very much a “take take take” type if he did give praise it would mean more? Idk its all jumbled in my brain but I view him as seeing sex as something he does to people rather than it being a mutual thing?

I highly doubt he would want to give up control to be the one getting fucked but hey man anything could happen and im not opposed to the idea of having this man bottom. (“You fuck like you’re trying to put me to sleep” type attitude, like he would try to make the other irritated almost to feel like he’s still somewhat in control and to get it rougher(?) (i would use the word passionate but that doesn’t fit either,, forgot the word im looking for, phrasing is also odd but wtv)

Skwisgaar and him,, *rubs my evil lil hands together* If we look at Skwisgaar’s demeanour while Magnus was in the band he almost appears more reserved and I think thats just because of how assertive and domineering Magnus is. Though you can’t argue on Magnus’s skill as a musician so I do feel like a part of Skwisgaar would have some respect for Magnus and because Magnus is so reluctant to give praise i think when it was given it was like “ok how do i get that again”. I do feel like Magnus would have little to no respect for Skwisgaar because of the ego Magnus has and how easy Skwis is. I have many more thoughts about them but this is already a long fuckin post so imma make a post about them at a later date

[lunargazing-png]

What would each faction/species think about the Gems?

SPLATS AGAINST MY SCREEN. Hi, thank you so much for sending in an ask 😁😁!! I love questions like this and ur feeding my au braincell by sending them in 🤲 I am so appreciative! I think the BEST way I could organize this is to put it into a list format, so that's exactly what I'll do! Sorry if this is a little rambly and incoherent, it's usually what's happening in my brain to begin with so /lh This is also going to be so damn long and also im gonna probably make a pt.2 of this. I apologize, I hope u like long reads !!🙏

Funny that you specify factions, because in my AU there isn't any official "citadel race" differentiation. Most other races (including the Krogan, Quarians, Drell, Volus, Elcor, Hanar, Batarians, and Geth) are now a part of the major decision-making through universal voting instead of being voted by the Citadel Councilors individually. They still take care of personal affairs but each race has a citadel councilor now. This is important because there's a lot of political tension regarding how they're dealing with the Diamond Empire's sudden takeover.

The Asari, being quite well known for their diplomacy, were probably the first to try and control the chaos of what was happening diplomatically when the Diamond Empire decided to roll in. I imagine that Asari believe that most things can be an easy discussion. They easily spot common ground to form bonds with individuals from the Gem race. They're both usually mono-gender presenting, and both their people in higher authority are referred to as matriarchs. Azure Diamond (or blue diamond) is the overseer of law and represents justice in the empire, and the asari counselor firmly believes that they're the only Diamond who will listen. Azure isn't... very level-headed when it comes to talking to other species, though. The Asari are the only ones she can stand.

The Salarians hate how smart Gems are. Their technology, the way they work, and the way they strategize is something of equal fascination and envy. They like to be one step ahead of the enemy, but when Sur'Kesh was suddenly overrun by this unknown force, saying they were pissed was an understatement. They are putting their best men on the front lines to learn more and find weaknesses to them. The STG specifically is working extremely closely with the Turians and Humans to figure out what the hell is going on and organizing armies to combat the colonization of their home planet. The salarian councilor carries many regrets of initially refusing to provide aid to Earth during the Reaper War, so she's feeling the karma coming to bite her in the ass. I think a lot of Salarians are carrying the ideal of 'think three steps ahead' when making contact with Gems, and especially about Pink Diamond since she's the spearhead of the colonization efforts of the Empire.

The Turians are entirely concerned about Yellow Circuit Diamond. They are full-blown head-to-head with the sheer amount of force that her domain has, and they're already having trouble keeping up with Pink Diamond's armies. While turians pride themselves in how they go about warfare and they stick to a code, Yellow is downright dirty in her tactics and isn't afraid to show how heartless she is when it comes to how she values the life of her soldiers. They're still recovering from Palaven's takeover from the Reaper War, and it's basically like re-opening a fresh wound. The turian councilor is concerned about how his armies are fairing and has ordered most of his soldiers to have a 'shoot on sight' policy. Every turian has a job to do and that is the bare minimum.

Humans are feeling the whole 'oh god not THIS again' schtick, and they see the gems as a major threat. They've had too many colonies get wrecked by the Reaper War, and Earth is still in SHAMBLES as it tries to recover. I think this is a fun thing to mention, but I imagine that the planet is so fucked that the empire is like 'Errr... do we want this one?' and so set it aside, which is probably the first mistake that Pink Diamond makes. Shoutout to the INDOMITNABLE human spirit, cause those fuckers are not shy to spread out and help the other races. They've learned the first time not to ignore when things are going wrong with the Reapers, they are NOT making that same mistake again. The human counselor holds the value of 'no one gets left behind' and she's willing to spread her numbers around to aid a little bit in every place she can. She focuses on the bigger picture.

The Krogans are motivated more than ever. They have families to defend now and are doing everything in their power to fight for a greater future under Urdnot Wrex's word. The councilor is no stranger to this entire escapade and is on the front lines of the war himself, leaving his council chair absent from all of the political discussion. The krogan see the Gems as something similar to the Geth heretics; machines of some kind with the intelligence to kill. That in itself is enough of a reason and they don't care who or what sort of domain they represent. They just want them gone. Interestingly enough, I don't think all krogan think that way. While it would be amazing that every single krogan listens to Wrex, I believe there are probably several clans that have deflected after not sharing his beliefs on the matter of reconstruction of their society while also combatting the empire. I think the common belief between these folks is that they don't believe in the vision or they're just unwilling to accept the change. I imagine The Blood Pack working undercover with Gem mercenaries to gain some sort of political headway over Clan Urdnot.

The Quarians are already defending their homeworld again from being taken over. They are ALL too familiar with synthetic uprisings, and the Gems are just another thing to worry about. Instead of moving forwards, it feels like two steps backward for these poor folks. They're more nervous than ever as they race to re-colonize their planet from Azure Diamond's soldiers. Can you imagine the anger of fighting back your planet, only for someone else to take it before you? There's anger and confusion and the Quarian councilor is butting heads with the asari and how they're dealing with azure. They think they're too light, too curious, too diplomatic. You want to talk about justice? They will show the Gems justice.

[mx-werebat]

I know it isn't the same, but I was a bit of an abomination of Mother Nature as well. in the magic aspect, however.

see, I'm pretty sure I was called to The Court for a reason. a reason I couldn't even control. The Forest claimed me as its protector and guardian, I think. it hadn't claimed a guardian in... gods know how long, and my magic connection was a bit... unorthodox. and I was the first guardian of The Forest to have a successor so early in life. the thing is, being claimed by The Forest to be its guardian means that.. you're basically immortal to time. not to weapons, but time itself. you bend the laws of the realm and stay alive and well to protect its prized child, and... I didn't really want to stay alive for that long. but The Child was there, and they were understanding and so supportive, so I continued on with their help, and I helped them with their troubles in return. but then, something happened. a new generation of High [insert my species] had taken hold of The Court and summoned me and The Child to a hearing or something of that sort. I don't remember much else, but I remember... blue flames. that's it. /gen, lh

I kinda got off track there, but what I was trying to say was: only wolf/monsters who were picked by The Forest live that long, and that meant that you had to go against Mother Nature. I sometimes wished that Mother Nature would just rise up and drag me down under to finally be at peace, but alas, that's not what happened in the end /gen, not aimed, lh

That's all quite interesting. /gen

Sorry, I just.. Massive kinshift. It was the first time I've ever basically heard Ula scream to be let go, not wanting to be kinshifted anymore. I don't usually experience that as her but I think it was because her thoughts started spiralling into what she really was. /lh, nav

As Ula I was essentially immortal unless it came to harm from other vampires or the classic stake. I'm not sure why. I think Frankie was powered by electricity and would die if she either lost her head or the electricity faded. Usually the first one was remedies by putting their head back on, though, and the second was if she got charged. The third way Frankie could die was if the heart in their body died.

That's the way she died.

[thekrows-nest]

(anon)

Is there anything at all that could give Dove a fighting chance or be a weakness/pitfall for Krow? Could Gabby and her partner actually do much to help? (Yes/no)

Does Gabby’s partner know/know about Krow and what do they think of him?

For Gabby’s free time honing of analysis (and embitterment) maybe it’s true crime, volunteering for a crisis hotline or hacking. Those would help her recognize his brand of social engineering.

Also art came back but how hard does Krow still have it in day to day life? Does he have the rights of citizenship, eat enough at home and keep warm, does his art/music and workmates help him get by or is life outside Dove still just depressing and tough?

With all his working long shifts and emergency jobs how does he have the time to follow and watch Dove?

Was the first murder accidental, Dove related or through financial desperation?

Is his confidence and composure real or faked? How did he develop it against the odds?

((This was sent in a while ago, but eh, should still try to answer it.))

Without too much spoilers, really it would have to be time and patience in dealing with Krow, especially if Dove was kidnapped by him. A matter of watching and trying to learn his patterns and any flaws to try and escape him. Gabby and LT would do everything to help find them but... I'll just say they're have a more difficult time than they may anticipate. I will say that there's been many real life cases of people having hostages and kidnapped folks kept in their houses without their neighbors any the wiser, or even other FAMILY members knowing, for years even. It is VERY possible that Krow can keep you cooped up with him for a long time.

I would say LT has probably heard of Krow from Gabby's complaints about him, but is yet to meet him for himself. "As for my own thoughts on him... This is all based on what I have heard from Gabrielle, so my opinion is certainly skewed. But if I had to summarize my thoughts to one word it's this: troubling. I have... seen others in the past with behavior similar to Krow's, or even worse, and it is... never a good thing. ...If he should pose any kind of threat to Gabrielle's safety though," LT pauses, gives a small smile but it doesn't reach his eyes, "I will take the necessary steps to protect her."

And certainly. Gabby's various... skills would come in handy for recognizing the kind of person, and tactics, Krow employs. But is it enough? Hmmm.

For these other questions: life still isn't spectacular for Krow, but having his muse and motivation for doing art again has improved his mood and emotional and mental outset tremendously. There's still... varying things in life don't make it a cake walk, but Krow isn't unhappy with his life. Not just having Dove and art, but he is happy with his job, workmates and all. He isn't exactly CLOSE with most of them (and he prefers to keep it that way) but he gets along with them just fine, and they find him agreeable.

Through sheer determination. /lh But in all seriousness, Krow's work and personal life balance... is probably better than most. His boss, Luke (I'm pretty sure I dropped his name before nsdbsd) is very respectful of his workers and what they do, and does his best to not infringe on their personal time unless needed. Krow is able to say no if he really wants to (and he has before), but he also respects and likes Luke a lot.

For Krow's first murder? Slight spoilers, I suppose, but I don't mind sharing. Before Dove, Krow wasn't that much of a law breaker (beyond when he had been homeless and would steal food or loiter or whatever). His first murder, and all since, have been basically in relation to Dove somehow, not always entirely personal but... still ties back to Dove in some fashion. (What I mean by this is: some folks Krow has killed because they had been cruel to Dove, so that is personal. Others though he would kill and do black market dealings because he wanted to get some money quickly for something FOR Dove, such as getting them something nice. And if asked, Krow would say he had some funds saved away or the like. He is smart enough to know not to do this too frequently and have Dove asking more questions.)

As for his confidence and composure, it's real. Or at least, it's real most of the time. Krow isn't super human, he does get self conscious or lose his bearings like anyone else. Part of it is that it's just... his personality, it just comes naturally to him to be confident, self assured and all of that. However, it was also honed over the years due to various life circumstances. Hood luck getting him to talk about that though.

[lgbtawarenessproject]

Part 5: Russia and Holy See(the Vatican)

Sometimes my mom gets worried that I don't read enough. Anyone want to point her to my source lists on these?/lh

Anyways, enjoy! Another one should be posted later today/tonight. Also, I hope I figure out some way to make these easier to write.

In 2013 Russia rolled out its first “Gay Propaganda” law, banning distribution of knowledge on gay rights, and equating homosexual and heterosexual relationships to minors. Moments after passing this, the Duma also approved prison sentences of up to three years for “offending religious feelings” in a new law.

The “Gay Propaganda” law remained unchanged until December of 2022, when Putin signed an even worse version passed unanimously by lawmakers. This bill makes it illegal for everyone in Russia to speak positively about homosexual relationships, and disallows same-sex couples from talking about their relationships. This bill also bans “propaganda of pedophilia and sex change” with harsher penalties.

It is important to note that queer people are often called pedophiles just for existing, and as such they may be charged under “propaganda of pedophilia” when posting or talking about queer peoples lives. In addition, while I do not know how this bill translates from Russian, according to the Merriam Webster dictionary, propaganda can be defined as “the spreading of ideas, information, or rumor for the purpose of helping or injuring an institution, a cause, or a person”, and as such may apply to saying that queer people are not pedophiles. 

This law does not protect anyone. It instead pushes hate against humans, and puts them in danger. Russia wasn’t always like this either, in 1993 after the fall of the Soviet Union, Russia legalized gay sex. A couple of years later and the age of consent and punishments for sexual assault were equal. In 2008, gay men were able to donate blood. It was legal in 1997 to change your gender on legal documents, and in 2018 it was legal without surgery. The downfall in gay rights during Putin's leadership is disgusting and terrifying.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

The Holy See, also called the Vatican(even though Vatican City State is its own country), is considered the Catholic church's central government. It, and Vatican City, are run by Pope Francis.

Pope Francis has released several statements concerning homosexuality, both in and out of the church. In one statement, recorded in an interview with Associated Press, Pope Francis makes a statement where he condemns laws criminalizing homosexuality, however he also says that gay sex is a sin. In written clarification, Francis explains that he meant it in the same way that sex outside of marriage is considered a sin. However, in a statement released by the Vatican, and supported by Francis, marriage is defined as a union between a man and a woman. Meaning then, that gay sex is always a sin. Pope Francis does support civil unions, but is that enough?

Francis is quoted in an interview with La Nación saying "Gender ideology, today, is one of the most dangerous ideological colonizations." When asked to explain, he said "Because it blurs differences and the value of men and women." Pope Francis also maintains that priesthood is for men.

On the brighter side, Pope Francis has instructed Catholic Bishops to welcome LGBT+ members, and has instructed parents to welcome their gay children in their homes.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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[sephyriae]

Hi, I’m sending this here because twistedchatterboxed’s asks are off anon. That hate anon was unnecessarily rude but I hope you guys don’t miss the whole point. There is still a clear distinction between anon hate and the actual issue. Please do not direct all of your attention to the poorly educated anon and miss out on the fact that your friend, cupids-chamber is using fan arts without credit— which is a major issue. It’s best that you guys release an announcement post or some sort to halt the harassment. /lh

Hello dear! <3

I think I should clear up some stuff - I don't know who this cupid person is.

I never even spoke to them and only came to know of their existence because of this issue.

Now, on to the problem at hand:

Must be because I'm new to tumblr and don't really use it, but release an announcement? Because someone is using fanarts posted on the internet without giving proper credit? There is a big difference between that and what you're doing: using art on the internet without proper credit goes against netiquette, harassing and stalking goes against the law.

Dear anon hater, since that is what you're called now, if you have an issue with cupid, then contact the og artist and have them deal with this.

You're no hero, you're no paladin, you're no prince charming on a white horse – you're just a chronically online kid with lots of free time who has no clue about actual social issues.

So listen to an adult's advice and do everyone here a favour <3

Lastly, don't think that you're any better just because you're being nice – while I do appreciate you not being rude, you contacting me because my friend, who herself has no relation to the issue, turned off anons, is considered stalking as well.

I normally wouldn't care, but I tend to have little to no respect for people who hide behind anonymity.

If you don't have the metaphorical balls to state your opinion publicly, then your opinion holds no value to me.

I hope this statement works well enough for you, sorry if it's not the announcement you wished for <3

ETA:

Cupid already cleared everything up, so maybe go check that instead of spreading false information <3