#If you can't do something as simple as putting your age or an indication that you're over the age of 18 then why do I want you on my page??

[godshideouscreation]

“I just blocked a ridiculous amount of new blogs following me who can't read the rules of my page! Even if your page looks like you're an adult, I'm blocking you if you have not listed what your age is. 🙃 “

Who gives a flying fuck?!?! You act like blocking blogs makes you all high and mighty. We can still look at your blubbery ass!

So so many hot chicks on tumblr, you’re definitely not one of them!

Just wondering how long you waited to send me this message, like truly how long have you been hate following me waiting for me to turn anonymous back on. 🤣 If you don't like me you can always keep scrolling. The only person forcing you to stay on my page is you, and it's pathetic. If you honestly think you can bully somebody anonymously, I've already won. You're scared of me. 😘

[atydblack]

"demure" part 2

best friends dad! james x reader

masterlist (requests open!!!)

PART 1

glad u guys liked part 1 because i can not stop thinking about this version of james .

warnings: age gap, cheating, rough sex (not too much smut in this one tho soz), jamie is kinda a dick, everyone is of age!!!

MDNI

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It had been 3 days.

3 whole days since the night you spent with James and he hadn't spoken one word to you.

In the grand scheme of things, 3 days isn't too long. But when those 3 days are spent longing after someone who is pretending you don't exist it is.

You were frustrated in every sense of the word, and with just over a week until you go back to Hogwarts - you were becoming desperate.

Every one was floating in between the kitchen and living room. It was rare that there was ever a quiet moment at the Potter's which made it even more difficult to find James alone.

You sat with your head resting lightly on Ron's shoulder whilst him and Hermione chatted about something you couldn't even focus on, your mind a million miles away.

Surprisingly, you had barely felt any guilt towards your actions a few nights prior. Every time you felt a bit bad about what you'd done, Ron would piss you off and it all made sense again.

You had even tried to somewhat recreate the incident with Ron, actually trying it on with him every single night but he would just make fun of you or would already be asleep before you'd even had the chance to touch him.

"Y/N?" Ron pushed you off his shoulder. "I said, are you okay?"

"Yeah," you half heartedly smiled. "I'm just gonna grab some water."

"I can get it for you-"

"No, it's fine."

You stood to your feet and wandered through to the kitchen and there he stood.

James was leaning against the kitchen counter, a mirrored image of how he was stood just a few nights ago.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

A white shirt hung from his body as he had just gotten back from his job at the ministry under an hour ago. A half empty glass of red wine sat in his hand as he spoke intently to Remus.

When he noticed you enter, he stopped talking and his jaw tightened.

He had been on your mind 24/7. The way his hands felt on you, the way he spoke softly into your ear, the way he made you feel.

It was constant, you couldn't think of anything other than James.

James broke eye contact after a brief moment. He muttered something inaudible to Remus before quickly walking past you.

James' heavy footsteps echoed through the house as he almost stormed up the stairs.

Remus nodded his head at you. You couldn't tell wether he was indicating for you to follow him or if it was just a simple greeting.

You didn't care either way, you were bored of being ignored.

Turning swiftly, you padded quietly up the stairs after James.

You were unsure of what exactly you were going to say to him, but something was better than nothing.

The house was huge and you weren't exactly sure which room he had gone into.

You decided on his bedroom.

You slowly opened the big oak door before entering quietly.

He wasn't in there, but it still caught your attention.

A strange feeling overwhelmed you as you took in the detail of the room James shared with his wife.

Jealousy? Guilt? You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Everything was perfectly clean. On one bedside table sat a picture from their wedding day and the other was a picture of Harry.

Chewing your cheek out of anxiety, you stepped closer to the one of James and Lilly's wedding.

You had always been under the impression that they were so in love, so happy. Yet James had done this.

It almost felt like you had dreamt it all.

The door to the bedroom opened, making you jump.

You turned around to see James stood there with an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing?" James grumbled, stepping forward.

"I-I don't know." You muttered, your cheeks growing red.

"You can't do this, Y/N." He demanded, almost like he was telling you off. "I- What happened between us... it can't happen again."

He was frustrated, breathing heavy with his eyebrows furrowed.

You stood there twiddling your thumbs, unsure of what to reply.

"I fucking mean it-" James began pacing back and forth. "Shit, I could get in so much trouble for this, Y/N, you don't understand."

A ball of anger was whirling up inside you uncontrollably at his words.

A little voice inside your head telling you that he used you, he regrets you, he's embarrassed of you.

"You can't just ignore me!" You spat out. "I'm not just someone you can touch like that and then pretend doesn't exist!"

"I don't have a fucking option, Y/N." He came closer to you. "What did you think was going to happen? This can't be anything."

"What did you think was going to happen, James?" You bit back, sick of him talking down to you.

He was taken aback at your words, veins almost popping out of his forehead as he looked as if he was at war with himself.

"Fuck!" He spat, turning his back to you.

You weren't scared of him, he couldn't just use you and act like it never happened.

"You need to stop fucking doing this to me, Y/N." James muttered.

"I-I'm not doing anything!" You expressed, "I just want you to-"

Before you had the chance to finish your sentence, you were pressed up against the wall with his mouth on yours.

It happened all to quickly.

He lifted you up, legs wrapped around him.

James connected his tongue with yours, hands travelling all over you.

"I can't stop fucking thinking about you, Y/N." James muttered against your lips.

You could feel his hard cock pressing into you through his trousers as he pushed himself closer to you.

"Your sweet little moans,"

He pushed your dress up to your waist, hands travelling underneath to your breasts.

"Your tight little pussy,"

You let out a gasp as his cold hands brushed over your nipples.

"You think I haven't always noticed the way you look at me?"

In a swift movement he had you pressed up against the wall, ready to take you from behind. Your dress pushed up to your waist and his trousers around his ankles.

"Not so fucking innocent around you, Y/N?"

You must be dreaming. You must have dreamt this whole thing. There was no way your fantasy was unravelling in front of you.

"Do you want this, baby?"

You nodded with no hesitation.

"Words, kitten."

"Yes, James." You groaned. "I want you."

"Good girl." He muttered as he pushed his cock into you.

You gasped, he was much bigger than you'd ever had before.

It took a second for you to adjust but soon he was thrusting into you.

James couldn't contain himself, fucking you relentlessly as you moaned his name over and over.

"Have you been thinking about this, baby?" James groaned, choking you from behind. "I bet you have."

He was like an animal with stamina you didn't know existed.

"You gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

You couldn't muster any words in response, just a loud moan harmonising with the clapping of him pounding into you.

It wasn't long before you were riding out your high, another unexplainable feeling he'd given you for the second time.

You tightened around him, only causing him to quicken his pace.

"Fuck-" He choked out as you felt his warm cum between your legs, his thrusts slowing down.

You both stood there attempting to catch your breath.

"No matter how hard I try," James said after a short moment. "I can't get you off of my mind."

"Likewise." You muttered.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice from the hallway. It was Ron.

"Shit." You whispered. "You- You stay here."

You quickly tried to fix your hair, pulling your dress down and trying your hardest to act like you didn't have James cum dripping into your panties.

You walked out to the hallway and smiled at Ron.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Just snooping." You shrugged, grabbing his hand and quickly pulling him back downstairs.

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part 3 will be up tomorrow!

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

You and Me

AN: I felt compelled to write something based on the best song off of ATE so, here we are. Also, purple haired Changbin had a vicious hold on me so.

Synopsis: Changbin isn't what you're used to. He's uncomplicated. Fun. Casual. However, maybe that's what you need.

General tags and warnings: Seo Changbin x Fem! Reader, situationship/casual dating, one mention of past alcohol consumption, barely there angst and mentions of a breakup and not much plot.

Smut tags and warnings: While there isn't explicit powerplay, Reader does take charge and Changbin is more on the submissive side, petnames, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), nipple and breast play (f. receiving), Reader is very into Changbin's body (she's just like me fr), strength kink, arm kink of sorts, piv sex without a condom and creampie.

Word count: 3k.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

“Hey!” he yells, shooting you a nasty scowl that only makes you laugh before turning his attention back to his needlessly massive television, “You totally cheated!” 

Things with Changbin are simple. Easy. Freeing. 

“It's not my fault you suck at Mario Kart, Bin,” you respond through laughter that causes your cheeks and stomach to start hurting. Your amusement only grows as you watch him still lose to you even though you're playing while laughing at him and his horrible gaming skills. 

You're not sure why he insists on playing when you both know how trash at it he is. 

“I swear you cheated,” he mumbles under his breath, though it's loud and clear enough for you to hear. You playfully bump your shoulder against his, “How would I even cheat in this game?” you bite back a giggle when you notice his scowl deepen from the corner of your eye, “I just think someone is a sore loser and can't handle getting their ass kicked,” you sing-song. 

“I am not a sore loser,” he argues, fingers mashing the buttons of his controller as his eyes focus on Bowser inching closer to fifth place with every button he all but smashes. “You're just a dirty, lying cheater,” he grumbles, his lips forming a thin line as his attention briefly shoots to your choice of Peach comfortably in second place. 

You elect not to give into his accusations. Simply letting your actions speak for themselves and smirking when you cross the finish line in first place. Again. Changbin crosses his arms and refuses to look at you for a few moments and you try your hardest not to laugh at the pout on his face and the way his purple bangs shadow his eyes. 

“Changbin,” you start, the struggle to hold back your laughter evident to even your own ears. 

“One more game.” 

The corners of your lips tick up without your consent, “Changbin, we've already played five rounds and I won four of them,” you respond. 

“Just one more. I know I can win,” he argues desperately. You don't think you've ever seen anyone take Mario Kart this seriously. His ego must be terribly bruised right now. 

“We had a deal, Binnie,” you remind him, your smile widening, “A deal that was actually over two, whole rounds ago.” 

“Fine,” he sighs dramatically in resignation and this time you do let the giggles bubble out of you. You can't remember the last time you allowed yourself to just…have fun before meeting the man next to you after one too many glasses of wine and swiping on Tinder. 

Minho had been incessantly nagging you to put yourself out there after things crashed and burned with your ex-boyfriend of five years. Saying that you were wrecked after he broke up with you last year would be putting it kindly. You're honestly not sure how you survived that but, a stubborn man who is arguably more cat than human and who loves you more than he'll ever admit likely had something to do with it. 

‘The best way to get over someone is to get under someone new. Or, on top of them. Whatever works for you.’ His advice was pretty horrible but, after spending these handful of months with Changbin, you can't say it totally sucked. 

You're startled out of your thoughts by a firm hand on your thigh, plush lips kissing along your jaw. You're not sure exactly when he moved but, you aren't complaining. Placing your controller down and letting your fingers run along his purple locks. 

“I really like this colour,” you say a little breathlessly, letting him push you down onto his couch and make himself comfortable between your thighs. You've found that it's incredibly easy to get in the mood when it comes to Changbin. A few kisses and groping at his massive arms and you're ready to go.  

He laughs softly against your neck, eager hands shoving your shirt up and exposing your breasts to the cool air of his apartment, “I've noticed. If I was a more insecure man, I think you cumming extra hard the first time you fucked me after I dyed it would hurt my feelings,” he muses against your skin, his warm breath combined with the way his firm hands gently knead your tits causing your mind to grow hazy and your clit to buzz to life. 

“I mean, it's still you that made me cum so, there's no real reason to feel insecure anyway,” you respond with a snort, arching into him when his soft lips press firmer kisses along your collarbone. Usually endearing eyes becoming heavier with desire with every second his mouth and his hands remain on your more than willing body. “True but, a lesser man would,” he replies, sounding increasingly more uninterested in this conversation and instead focusing on your hardened nipples and spanning as much of his hands as he can along your waist. 

You can't say you blame him. The fog creeping into your mind worsens when his warm mouth eventually takes the plunge and envelopes one of the nipples he's been sneaking glances at since you showed up braless hours ago. The determination to make sure you're enjoying yourself is one of your favourite parts of Changbin, as selfish as that may be. He's purposeful, even in moments where his passion overrides the rational side of his brain. His fingers experimenting with how to caux the most visceral reactions from you, his mouth testing to see how soft or hard you like it. Even all these months later, his curiosity and desire to see just how much and in how many ways he can make you feel good makes your head spin. 

The light drag of his teeth along your nipple causes your entire body to jolt. Your pussy clenching around nothing when his heavy gaze finds your lidded one through the wisps of his purple hair. God, it looks so fucking good on him. The memory of you two fucking each other close to unconsciousness the first day you saw him sporting it is a fond one and, makes for phenomenal spank bank material when he's too busy to let you bounce on his cock or fold you in half. Not one to be outdone, however, your hands drift from where they'd been clingy to his ridiculously hot shoulders (seriously, you never knew shoulders could be this attractive) to palm his biceps greedily. Changbin knows what his arms do to you. He knows just how stupid they make you and, you're 99% sure he wore this shirt that clings to him like a second layer of skin for that reason. 

It's so incredibly easy to lose yourself in the ministrations of his mouth and his hand and his delectable body. To lose yourself in him. Goosebumps rise in his wake as one of his hands hurriedly moves down your overheated body until it reaches the waistband of your tiny shorts. He isn't the only one who's picked up on a weakness or four during the months you've been frequenting each others’ beds. You learned fairly quickly that Changbin is obsessed with your ass and thighs and, will attach himself to them whenever you give him the chance. It's done wonders for your confidence.  

You'd pout at him for freeing your nipple from his mouth if he wasn't speeding his way down your body in record time. Every place he presses a wet, hurried kiss into burns and you know you don't really have any ground to complain because anticipation simmers in your veins when he helps you get rid of your shorts and discard them unceremoniously onto his floor. His eagerness might be your favourite characteristic of his, actually. He really acts like if he doesn't get his mouth on your pussy, he'll simply perish. Evidenced by the way his hungry gaze locks onto your dripping folds and he makes himself comfortable on his stomach. If your clit throbs at the sight of his arms flexing as they grip your spread thighs, that's between you and yourself. 

“You know, you never have to win a bet in order for me to eat you out,” he says, voice hoarse and heavy, the faintest hints of his breath hitting your bare pussy prompting your thighs to quiver. Glancing down at him, it takes a herculean amount of effort not to just grip him by his roots and shove him into you but, you persist, “I know,” you breathe, your fingers lacing themselves in his hair and toying with it, “but, it feels even better when you do it after I've won one of our little bets,” you finish with lopsided smile that you're certain is dripping with smugness. 

The whimper that escapes his plush lips is almost as satisfying as finally feeling him touch you. Changbin is excited and messy when he eats you out. He does it without abandon and without much build up. His fingers are determined to leave themselves imprinted into your thighs with how harshly he's holding onto you. His display of strength fueling you to tighten your grip in his hair and tilt your hips until there's virtually nowhere for him to go. Not that he'd want to go anywhere else based on the way he lavishes your clit with licks and his spit. The vibrations from his groans adds to the tension building in your entire body, shuddering moans of his name and an array of colourful curse words spilling from your lips. 

Your grip on his hair grows harsher when he sucks on your clit, albeit gently. If the pain is too much for him, he doesn't show you any indication of that. If anything, his mouth is even more determined and he drags you closer to him. You've always wondered in the back of your mind if just watching how strong he is would be enough to make you cum. You should really test that hypothesis one day. If nothing else, it would breed interesting results. 

His tongue presses into your clit in time with one of his sucks, forcing you to focus your attention back on the very hot man smearing your wetness on his face while the character selection screen watches on. His eyes haven't left you once. The lust in them is palpable and, your stomach twists pleasantly with the knowledge that he wants you just as much as you always want him. Even as your hold of his beautiful hair grows more frantic and harsh. Even as he uses his strength to hold you down so that he can make out with your pussy to his heart's content. Even when your own eyes flutter shut and the waves grow increasingly higher. His eyes never stop watching you. 

You're almost certain that and a hard press of his tongue are eventually what do you in. 

Changbin is never one to quit. He keeps kissing and lapping at you even through your oragsm, although not nearly as intensely as he was a minute ago. The buzz you feel to the very tips of your fingers is prolonged every time his soft lips press themselves into you and he loudly moans into your dripping folds. It's only when you weakly pull at his strands and tiredly call his name that he finally relents. Leaving your clit with a final kiss that makes you giggle. He truly loves to do the most. 

“Come here,” you gently command and he follows willingly. You kiss him lazily. Your tongue in search of every bit of your taste on his. Hands leisurely feeling as much of his firm torso and plump ass as they can. You smile into him when he jumps as your hands make their way under his too-tight shirt. Still, he lets you peel him out of it. Only separating from your mouth briefly so he can toss it somewhere to be forgotten about until after the two of you have exhausted each other. 

The sight of his bare chest causes your slick walls to clamp down painfully around nothing. The outline of his thick cock through the sweats low on his hips makes you realise, rather viscerally, just how empty you are and how much you'd very much like to be filled. Now. 

“What are you–” 

His question dies on his tongue when you successfully maneuver yourself onto all fours. His quiet ‘fuck’ brings a smile to your face. It's always fun using his weaknesses against him. 

“You look shit, you look so hot like this,” he practically whines, shuffling behind you in record time. Based on the rustling of his sweats and the lack of clothing joining the mess on his floor, you assume he just haphazardly tugged them down enough to free his cock. The image causing saliva to pool in your mouth and more of your wetness to trickle down your sticky, inner thighs. 

“That's very sweet of you to say, baby,” you coo, shooting him a look over your shoulder that prompts his cock to jump. Cute. “Now are you just going to stare at my ass or are you planning to actually fuck me?” You ask with a saccharine edge to your tone, swaying your hips for good measure. 

You bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling too hard at his overeagerness. He shuffles closer to you in record time, placing a warm, firm hand on your hip while the other guides his fat tip to your pulsing hole. Whatever amusement you were feeling quickly dissipates when he starts to push into you. His hand shaking with every inch of himself he sinks into you. The stretch is always so fucking good with Changbin. Despite who knows how many times you've let him split you open, the first few strokes always take a bit of adjusting. 

“How are you always so tight?” He gasps out when his thighs finally meet the backs of yours. Both of his hands grabbing your hips fiercely in an attempt to ground himself as he shallowly thrusts into you. “And so fucking wet,” he groans, his entire body vibrating with the effort it takes not to cum immediately. You've learned that Changbin's stamina is simultaneously impressive and terrible. Terrible in that it honestly doesn't take all that much to make him cum. And impressive in that it only takes a few minutes until he's hard and ready to go again. It adds to the myriad of reasons he's so fun to fuck. 

“I'll tell you when you tell me how your cock always fills me ah, Binnie,” you mewl in response, your lashes fluttering when he picks up his pace and starts to stretch you out properly. His only response is a guttural moan and snap of his hips that forces you forward onto his couch's armrest. The smile on your face must look delirious with how fantastic he's making you feel, down to the very tips of your toes. You love when he gets desperate. Your walls sporadically clamping down on him with every ramble he mutters into the skin of your back and the sweaty, hard hold he maintains of you. 

“Fuck,” he gasps when you intentionally tighten around him and push your ass back onto him, “You're so–I'm–I'm close,” he heaves into your skin. His sweat drenched hair tickling your skin and his arms flexing around you with the effort it takes for him not to just cum into your perfect pussy. The constant twitching of his cock inside you is delicious and you feel like a woman possessed. 

“But Binnie,” you whine with a pout for good measure, batting your eyes at him over your shoulder, “It was just getting so good. You know I love when you fuck me with this fat cock of yours,” you emphasise your point by pressing back against him. A cocktail of desire and delight sitting in the pit of your stomach watching the way his entire body shudders and said fat cock twitches non-stop. 

“Don't you want to make me cum on it, bunny?” 

And just like he snaps within an instant. 

Your moans are swallowed by the fabric of his couch, fingers clawing into the material as the obscene noises of his skin slapping against your and his cock bullying your pussy echo through his living room. But your favourite part is always the sounds. His deep moans intertwined with his fucked out whimpers always make you throb in the best, most lust-induced way possible. The haziness clouding your brain makes it difficult to catch everything he imprints into your skin but, what does hit your ears is more than enough to send one of your hands between your thighs and draw frenzied circles into your swollen clit. 

He crumbles first with a broken, slurred moan of your name. His arms keeping you pressed to his hot, sweaty chest as his cock unloads rope after rope of cum into your more than ready pussy. The whines and jolts of his hips, pushing his release as deeply as he can into you, are what spark your own toe-curling orgasm. Well, that and a little help from your more-than-likely-pruney fingers. His grip on you tightens as your walls milk him for whatever he has left. You wouldn't be shocked if his hold on you was the only thing keeping you from completely floating up into the clouds. 

For a moment, your respective, laboured breaths are the only sounds in his living room (besides the long forgotten Mario Kart, obviously). Changbin, to no one's surprise, recovers first and pulls out of you as gently as he can. You always hate this part. Still, you cringe a little when he does. He's still for a second after that and you feel a smile splitting your face in half. 

“I can feel you staring,” you mutter, turning your head to look at him. There's no hint of shame to be found on his face and it just makes you smile harder. 

“Well obviously,” he responds with a huff, “I have a very hot woman on my couch who just let me cum inside of her. Of course I'm going to stare,” he says as though you asked him the most basic question he's ever heard. 

“You're so unserious,” you snort. 

“That's why you like me so much,” he retorts with an incredibly cheesy eyebrow wiggle. 

Well, he's not wrong. 

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[evvlevie]

Yes, I promise you will shift and/or manifest that thing you want.

Hi besties, it's your girl Evie again, after what seems like ages of me being away for stuff like not failing my uni-exams (!!!)

For my first post after my big pause, I chose to share a little bit of knowledge with you guys, that helped me get through my manifestation-journey / shifting-journey

"If you really want something, it is guaranteed to be yours"

Really simple, but REALLY important.

this is valid for big stuff like SP-manifestations and shifting just like for small stuff e. g. manifesting good weather.

the universe loves you. It loves you so much, that as soon as it registered your desire, all efforts are being made in order to get it to you the fasted way possible.

Yes, that "fastest way possible" can mean time frames that go up to years sometimes.

I have read about success stories of people who "waited" (yes I know that waiting is the wrong terminology here, please don't come for me) for multiple years until the bridge of incidences has played out in the way that it had to, so that the desire could arrive in the way it needed to.

You need to stop treating manifestation as this quick fix for everything ever, because yes desires can manifest within minutes but sometimes they just simply don't.

You need to remember that you wanting something, just means future you has it, and is directing you towards the thing that is "your destiny" through your desires.

This also means one thing: The universe has shown you what shifting is. You desire to shift to a certain place. That means you have already shifted there and you are now experiencing the path that got you there. And when you look at that, wouldn't you agree that it isn't really important on how much pressure you put on it, because since you want it, you are PROMISED to get it anyway? And since you are reading this post, you were supposed to hear me say this, so maybe just believe me for a moment.

Seriously that's how I view my life at this point. Any of my desires are just indicators to me of what I have in the future.

And since I know that, it's way easier to not give power to unlikeable 3D-circumstances, because I already have the spoiler that I get the thing I desire. I wouldn't desire it, if I wasn't getting it anyway. Those unpleasant 3D-Situations are just means to an end, they are just the bridge of incidences that gets me from point desiring to point having it in the physical realm. (Very small reminder here: If an unpleasant situation arises you can react to it, and it won't meddle with your manifestations badly, because as I mentioned, they are promised to you. Many people think that ignoring the 3D means detaching from your very human emotions, which really isn't the point of experiencing the human experience. The point of the human experience are the many emotions attached to it. Ignoring the 3D means, at least to me, that even if it seems very unlikely for the desires to harden into fact and that even it the utter opposite of your desire has shown up, you need to remind yourself that your desire is still promised and guaranteed and that you are receiving it, although unpleasantries appear.)

What I am trying to say here:

If you haven't shifted, yet: don't pressure yourself, don't stress yourself and don't think you are doing something wrong just because you have been trying to shift for a certain amount of time, and still have not.

⇢ because since you want it, you have already done it. You just have to live through the experience of how you got there. And this experience has its length, whether you like it or not. This length is different for each and every person out there. There is no reason to get demotivated. Because why would you if it is already set in stone, that you will have shifted once you lived through the experience of finding out how to shift? You shouldn't go to bed thinking "I hope I shift tonight" and you shouldn't be waking up thinking "Damn it, I can't shift since I didn't last night".

I go to bed excited because I KNOW for certain that I will experience my shift and that every night could be the night and I wake up in my CR thinking "Oh well, looks like the time hasn't come yet, but I know it will."

If you want something, it is already on its fastest way possible to get to you. No "if" , "and" or "but".

Yours in every reality,

Evie <3

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

Last of this I've written so far.

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The room they've put Nie Huaisang in is much like a hospital observation room, only there's no medical equipment about-

("Don't want to risk putting him in an even worse state at this point," Shun Yao's supervisor explained when he asked. "Once he's recovered a bit, we'll see about starting testing.")

-just the bed, a table arm, and a couple of soft chairs.

Nie Huaisang sits on the bed, wearing a set of very simple old-style sleeping robes. His long hair is loose, spilling over the side of the bed, and his expression is blank and empty as he stares out the window at the botanical gardens and the tall steel-and-glass buildings they don't manage to hide.

There's a meal tray on the table arm, untouched and probably cold.

"I know this is probably a big request, but could you turn off the recorders?" Shun Yao asks, indicating the monitoring equipment on the researchers' side of the observation window. "He might be more willing to discuss the proposal if he can voice his emotions freely."

"Hm. I suppose we can turn off sound, but for safety's sake it would be best to keep an eye on you both."

Fair enough. Even if they don't know the whole story, he'd admitted enough for them to be aware of potential animosity.

With a deep breath to steel his nerves, Shun Yao shoulders the small bag of cultivational tools he'd managed to convince them to loan him and nods to his supervisor to let him into the room.

He carefully scoots one of the chairs over between Nie Huaisang and the window to the gardens, and though it isn't immediately obvious from the lack of expression change, he can tell that Huaisang's attention is immediately on him.

"Come to gloat?" Huaisang finally asks as he takes a seat. "Again?"

Shun Yao represses a shiver at how lifeless Nie Huaisang's voice sounds compared to the vivid emotions he'd seen in those memories.

"I'm not him," he replies on reflex.

There is still no outward change of expression, but he gets the feeling that Nie Huaisang is mentally calling him twenty varieties of liar.

Which... yeah, that's understandable.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bracelet of cinnabar beads and charms that the medium had given him. "Look. I can't even access his memories without a whole lot of help," he says as he holds it up. "There are at least twelve different spells bound into this thing."

Nie Huaisang tilts his head, staring at it for what seems like ages, then closes his eyes and sighs. "What do you want, then?"

"On behalf of the Institute, I'm here to offer a... deal, I guess. There have been cases of fierce corpses... surviving, for lack of a better word, until recent years. Most of them either managed to stay in hiding until the sects faded away, or ended up in research facilities like this one or the collections of rich people with too much interest in the macabre."

"In the what?"

"They thought the corpses were entertaining because they were creepy," Shun Yao clarifies, then pulls a small round device out of the bag. "Anyway, the possibility that your brother wound up in such collections is high, since all of his pieces would have had to be found in order to... um..."

"Destroy him?"

Shun Yao winces and quickly moves on. "So the Institute is willing to lend you some tools and me as a guide to search for him."

He holds out the device and, after some hesitation, Nie Huaisang takes it. 

Then he frowns. "This... Why does this feel like something of Wei-xiong's design?"

"It's based on one originally created by him, with some rather heavy modifications over the centuries. Pretty much every museum in China has at least one these days, and we can even connect it to the int- er, to our more modern equipment for keeping a record of what it senses."

Nie Huaisang turns the little lit up compass back and forth in his hands. "And what price would I be paying for such magnanimity?"

"You're the first still-living cultivator anyone's met in a hundred and seventy-six years, and you come from a time period of the jianghu there aren't many surviving records of. The Institute wants to run a battery of medical tests for scientific purposes, and while we travel, they'll occasionally send us sets of questions for you based on what museums in their network want to know."

Nie Huaisang presses his mouth into a thin line. "What are you getting out of this?"

"Well, I'll technically be on paid leave, and I've always wanted to see more places." Judging by the glare, the half-hearted joke isn't appreciated. He sighs. "Look... I told you I'm not him. This seems like a good way to prove it, don't you think?"

"...It's something he would be incredibly unlikely to do," Nie Huaisang begrudgingly agrees.

"Any other questions before we finish preparations?"

"Even if it takes effort, you can still access his memories whenever necessary, correct?"

Shun Yao has a bad feeling about this. But he knows he has to be honest or else this might all fall apart. "Yeah. I can."

"Tell me how he died."

Shun Yao swallows hard. 

Mmhmm. Bad feeling validated. 

He can't say he never saw this coming, though. If their positions had been reversed, he would probably ask the same thing. 

Still, it takes him a minute or two to pull himself together enough to answer. "Since he... didn't have an heir-" and wow, is that a subject he hopes he won’t ever have to touch again, "-he did step aside as sect leader when Jin Rulan came of age." 

"Surprising." 

"Yeah, well, he was still xiandu until another one could be voted in, and Jin Rulan kept him on as one of his primary advisors, so it really wasn't that much of a change. Apparently, the fact that he was still so ingrained in the political inner circle pissed off some of the extended family who were hoping they could take his place at the new Jin-zongzhu's ear. He wound up being cornered by some mercenaries who knew how to evade a soft sword and had poisoned swords and talismans of their own." 

Nie Huaisang looks away, a subtle but complicated series of emotions flickering across his face.

Shun Yao can't read them, but he has a guess. 

Whatever satisfaction might have come at the fact that Jin Guangyao had died violently by methods similar to his own, it has probably been smothered by the fact that he'd effectively died a beloved uncle and a martyr to cutthroat politics. 

He will have to study up on what records they had, but he’s willing to bet that his predecessor had been avenged by his nephew as well. 

Another sting.

But there’s also something there that… Hm, no, he doesn’t want to start trying to psychoanalyze any deeper than that. Not his division of study.

Though he isn't sure what to say, he feels he should say something, but Nie Huaisang speaks just as he opens his mouth. 

"Tell your boss that I'll take the offer."

[cityandking]

ok i'm working on a full write up but some initial thoughts!

I liked it! I had fun! the big act break missions were some of the raddest shit ever and a few of the companions were my absolute favorites and the voice work was incredible. gorgeous character and level design too. I liked how much emphasis was put on companion relationships and I liked that the stakes felt real re: companion relationships and potentially losing allies and I liked building relationships with the faction leadership (antoine and evka my bffs)

on the other hand, the unavailability of companions outside of their personal quests was kind of unfortunate. I miss being able to just shoot the shit, even if I'm rehashing old conversation trees. even something as simple as a changing greeting to indicate changing relationships would have been nice. and the wealth of companion content meant that not having much companion content (say, if your romance is 90% in the endgame) was unbelievably frustrating.

I also found most of the callbacks to previous games....... kind of lazy. there's that bit where the inquisitor and dorian and morrigan are all standing together and they don't even talk? there's like 2 lines of ambient dialogue?? neither dorian nor the inquisitor has a unique conversation they can have with rook?? frustrating as hell. and don't get me started on the ugly tevinter PJs for the inquisitor or how she's just around to maybe-reconcile with solas. honestly it feels like they brought the inquisitor in pretty late and simply didn't have any content for them. even the references to Inquisition from harding are vague and unclear; they don't even specify who's Divine. not saying everything needs an import slider but could we not have had a "main canon" option that at least like, idk, referenced the Divine Victoria by name the way DA2 imported a couple pre-set HoFs? and it's so weird that rook is deciding the fate of the inquisitor (re: a solas romance anyway). mostly I just feel like it needs to be either more or less rook's story and it seems like the game can't decide

love what they did with varric. hands down the most satisfying best of both worlds option for him and I'm so pleased they committed. still think the interludes were annoying as shit but I grudgingly do love how they set up for the narrator change when elgar'nan starts talking in act 3. *shakes fist* damn you bioware your payoff was satisfying

also this game wins for most Times I Teared Up While Playing It so good job veilguard. I really did have a lot of fun I wish I could relive some of those moments for the first time. I'm gonna post so many screenshots sorry (not sorry). god I love dragon age.

[daintyduck99]

"is he cute? i bet he's cute let me see-" for Reggie and Alex, any pairing

It takes everything in Alex not to react when his phone dings.

Reggie notices, anyway, stopping in the middle of his ramble and pushing his plate of waffles away. He leans across the table.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Alex says airily. Too airily, if the way his voice and Reggie's eyebrows climb are any indication.

"That's not nothing. You almost always have your notifications muted."

Alex slides back further into the booth, cradling his phone protectively as Reggie inches closer. He stabs his stack of pancakes and stuffs a bite of strawberry into his mouth in lieu of responding.

"Come on, 'Lex, tell me! Is it a guy?"

He chews slowly. "...I let important notifications through. That's not unusual, okay? This project makes up a lot of our grade—"

"I knew it!" Reggie crows, earning him a dirty look from a waitress. Not that he notices. "Our means that you care about their grade, and you care about them. It is a guy, isn't it? A really cool one that you can't stop thinking about."

Alex sighs. Reggie knows him too well.

"It might be…a guy. There's no point in voicing any sort of hopes about him because they're only bound to get crushed, which is why I didn't tell you. We're strictly project partners, Reg."

"What makes you think that?" Reggie asks, frowning. "You're awesome, Alex. Is he already dating someone or something?"

Alex pushes a few more strawberries listlessly around his plate.

"I think so? I mean, he's always going on about the guys at some club. It sounds like he has the time of his life there, with them, and I know you think I'm awesome, Reggie, but I'm not that…I don't know, wild? How could I ever keep up?"

Reggie’s face does that thing where it soothes out, except for his mouth, which scrunches into a little o. He brightens as he snaps out of it, eyes lighting on Alex's.

"But you don't know that they're together, right? Maybe they're just good friends! That's why Luke and Julie didn't ask me out for ages, remember? They'd assumed that you were my boyfriend."

"That's…true," Alex admits, smiling faintly in spite of himself as Reggie beams. "Okay, yeah, maybe I shouldn't be so quick to assume. The way I feel about this guy…it's just scary. I barely know him, Reg, but I like him so much. It’s going to hurt like hell if he rejects me."

Reggie takes his hand, netting them another glare from a different waitress. Alex glares back until she looks away. Reggie, meanwhile, has remained blissfully unaware, intently focused on Alex.

"I'll be there for you no matter what, buddy, but you shouldn't quit before you've even played the game. Alright? At least own your awesomeness for once! If this guy doesn't see it, someone will. Sometimes you've just gotta put yourself out there."

Alex swallows. He squeezes Reggie’s hand.

"Thanks, Reg. But also…if he says no, won't that make our whole project…awkward?"

Reggie shrugs. "That's college for you. Aren't most of the group projects shitty?"

He has to concede that point as well. He's more or less worn down, and he promises to at least think about asking him out.

Reggie almost lets it go after that, but when Alex's phone dings again, he gets a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You know, there's still so much you haven't told me about this guy. I know your type, but like, what's his name? What does he do? Is he cute?"

"His name is Willie. He's doing something with art, theater is his minor. And like, objectively speaking, he's…well…"

Reggie smirks. "'Lex, it's a simple question. Is he cute? Just say so."

Alex stammers as a hot flush sweeps over his skin. He can't help it; Willie's hard to describe. Or maybe he's so fucking attractive that it melts Alex's brain.

"I bet he's cute, let me see—"

Reggie lunges for Alex's phone, crowing again as he manages to pry it from his hand. He unlocks it and whistles.

"Damn Alex, forget cute. This guy is smoking hot."

He shows Alex the Whatsapp profile picture as if it's not burned into his brain.

Willie's grinning in it, long dark hair whipping in the wind as he balances on a skateboard on what looks like a precarious rail. Those jeans definitely do nothing to hide how…muscular his legs are, especially with the…artfully placed rips. The white hoodie softens it all somehow, but it only screams that he's also cuddly, which makes him even more attractive.

It's absolutely maddening.

And it pales in comparison to the real thing. Willie is possibly the most vivacious person Alex has ever met.

"Yeah," Alex manages to croak. "He is."

Reggie flips his phone back around with a little hum before Alex can protest.

"Alex! He's flirting with you!"

"Okay, but that doesn't have to mean—"

"Alex."

He throws his hands up, and thankfully not out, or he would've hit a waiter. They really need to leave before they get banned from the best diner near campus.

"Some people are just flirtatious! You flirt with me all of the time!"

Reggie just gives him a sunny grin and a wink. "There's a difference between flirting for fun and flirting with intent, babe. If he's not doing the latter, I'll eat my boot."

"You might have to, anyway," Alex mutters, huffing at Reggie’s oblivious little what.

They don't get banned, if only because Alex pays and drags him out at what Luke calls his runway speed, so there's that.

But if his anxiety is totally off about the other things…well, he's not exactly mad about it, although he does have to laugh when Willie asks to meet him at the diner for one of their first dates.

[van-yangyin]

Ryuuya Kitta 1 ~ Introducing my family (I really don't know what title to put here 😕) - IcarRyuu [Ryuuya's POV]

Hello everyone… I don't know how these things work so…. I'm Ryuuya Kitta, nice to meet you all. Today, I'll start by introducing you to my family, my daddy Ryuu (瑠), my papa Tatsu (健) and my mommy Mikoto (光言). Almost all the pictures I'll share around here are made by me, if the quality is bad, especially when I was little and used analog cameras (specifically polaroids), you can't complain, I didn't know nor know how to make it better…. And it's not that I can change their quality, because are already made… who knows is my boy friend Icaro. I will indicate who is the author of the photograph, in the ones that aren't made by me.

I'll start by introducing myself, I'm Kitta Ryuuya (吉田竜矢), you can call me Ryuuya, I would tell you to call me Ryuu but better not, otherwise you want my father to think you call him. Well, unless you don't meet him, if you don't meet him, then you can call me Ryuu. My best friend Icaro sometimes calls me Ryuu-chan, although that's what my parents also call me… Unless they get mad at me because then they call me by my last name and first name, like all parents do when they get mad, I guess. Although I'm sure it's not necessary to point out that your parents won't call you by my last name and my first name, but by yours?

It always happens the same to me, why I start writing about something as simple as my first and last name and at the end I end up talking about what my parents call me and how parents call their children when they scold them? I hope that doesn't bore you because it's something that happens to me quite often.

Oh, that's right… I'll mention it now so I don't forget later and place it somewhere that it doesn't look well integrated. When I take photos I usually put a warm filter afterwards, because the ones I take look like are lifeless. By the way in the second picture I tried to get my best smile, it's not something I'm very good at…. I just wanted to clarify it, in case you find it weird. Also, English isn't my native language, so please be patient with it, and if I've written something really wrong let me know! I really like to learn and improve day by day.

I was born in Suita, in Osaka prefecture, Japan (rightmost part of the Komorebi area), as you can see, above I've put a photo to familiarize you a little bit with the place… Or at least with the concept of the place…. (although it's actually a photo of my old house, taken by me at the age of 7 or 8 before I moved to another place, that's why it looks so busy). At the age of 6, when my mother died, after a couple of years passed, my parents officially declared to the world that they loved each other and were going to continue raising me as a family, they argued with my maternal and paternal grandparents and we moved to Kizugawa City, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan (Evergreen Harbor). From a family house we ended up in a small apartment. I guess at that time my parents wanted to forget about my mother as soon as possible…. There I started at a new school and did quite well, especially with the theoretical subjects and baseball.

Oh, yes, I forgot! Although I don't know if it's something that should go here…. Before I turned 6, at the age of 4, I was officially diagnosed with ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) and ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder), a somewhat late diagnosis because of the doctor who took my study. And the doctor said that it would personally make some aspects of my daily life difficult, but it seems that those words to my daddy Ryuu were taken very seriously because to this day he keeps trying to help me in everything he thinks I need help with and also papa Tatsu has also made a kind of alliance with him and they're so heavy handed with me that I think the best way to call them would be helicopter dads. The photo was taken by daddy Ryuu… and they were the ones who put me in those clothes… I know, totally boring clothes.

My favorite animal has always been the cat. I've always loved cats, especially black cats. In fact I've always gotten along very well with them and they've gotten along very well with me, I guess we're alike at some point. The picture was taken by Icaro on the spur of the moment, in case that's something you're wondering about. By the way, have you guys ever listened to the song by 「黒猫のタンゴ」(Kuroneko no tango)? I leave you the link here, listen to it if you want and let me know what you think. This song is inspired by the Italian song "Volevo un gatto nero", if you listen to the tone of this one here, you will see that it's the same, although the songs have nothing to do with each other. The Italian version talks about how the singer wants a black cat but is always given a white cat in exchange for what the others want, while the Japanese version the black cat symbolizes the runaway girlfriend of the singer.

On the other hand, my favorite topics and the ones you will always find me talking about are music and videogames. I love playing the piano, it's something I discovered when I went to school and saw a piano for the first time. On the other hand, video games stimulate me and when it comes to the ones I love, I can't stop speculating everything that happens around it and memorizing everything in it. By the way, the photo was taken also by Icaro, he said loves it when I play the piano, because I transport him to other worlds. Although I was a little worried because Icaro was listening to me.

I think I've already written too much about myself, and I can say more in other posts, so now I'm going to start with my father Ryuu.

This is daddy Ryuu, I took his picture recently. He's a writer and loves to write books for adults. Well, there you can see him at work. A long time ago he married my mom and they had me, when a few years passed my mom died, time passed and papa Tatsu confessed to daddy Ryuu. Daddy Ryuu told me what it's to be bisexual, that he told Papa Tatsu that had always liked both men and women, but that he never wanted to make a step forward, because he also loved Mom very much and didn't want to break the beautiful relationship and friendship that had formed between the three of them. My paternal and maternal grandparents never accepted this relationship, they told him that if he was homosexual why had he played a role by marrying mom and they didn't accept that a person could be able to like both men and women, I think they didn't understand as well as I did what it was to be bisexual, even though I was 9 years old. They believe that you can only like one thing or the other, so with me they have no problem, although they don't know that I've fallen in love with Icaro for who he is and not for being a man, but that's something I'll write about in another publication. My grandparents want me to visit whenever I can, but they don't want to know anything about my parents.

He's papa Tatsu, for as long as I can remember I've always called him papa, although technically at that time he wasn't romantically with either daddy Ryuu or mommy. No one ever denied it to me, not even he himself, so I got used to calling him that from a very young age. When I was little, I called him daddy Tatu, it was very difficult at that time for me to pronounce the character "つ" (tsu), although surely the first few times they heard me pronounce it they laughed at me.

Papa Tatsu works as a journalist. Some time ago he told me that when was studying journalism he worked in a bar part-time. There he met daddy Ryuu while writing books that he sent to publishers to try his luck. He confessed to me that from the day he met him it was love at first sight. I remember asking him why he didn't confess his love to daddy until long after mommy died and he told me it was because he was already engaged to mommy and never wanted to stand in the way.

He also told me that was the best man at his wedding and that mommy always knew that he was in love with daddy Ryuu. In fact, he told me that it was thanks to mommy, for her words of support before she died, that to this day he was formally my dad, because he had the courage to step forward and confess his love. The picture above is one that papa Tatsu and mommy took before I was born, I have permission to post it.

I've always wondered why I look more like papa Tatsu than daddy Ryuu, but they've never said anything to me, so I'd rather let it be.

This is my mother, Mikoto. She has long since left us and protects us from the stars, the sun and the moon. She worked as a medical scientist and developed and conducted experiments to test new drugs and medical devices, as well as studying the root causes of diseases and improving the effectiveness of treatments. Daddy Ryuu says that some people are very sensitive or don't want to read things that may remind them of sad moments in their life, so please if you're reading this, I'm now going to talk about something that happened to my mom and you may not like to read it. The picture I've posted above was of what my mom looked like when I was still very little, something I don't remember and that baby she's holding, is me. That picture wasnt taken by me, it was taken by papa Tatsu, so all rights go to him, he gave me permission to scan it and post it. The written part that comes now you can pass it and go to the end or until you see again this red color, I don't want to cause you bad memories or bad feelings, in fact for that reason is why I left it last.

My mom, Mikoto, died when I was 6 years old. I took that picture when I was little and it's one of my most precious objects. A year after I was born, mom talked to papa Tatsu, he was the first to know what she had. My mother had metastatic cancer, meaning the cancer was already far away from the area where it originated. The doctor told her that the chances of being cured were very low, and she was only given two or three more years to live. There were very remote possibilities of being cured, but the treatment with chemotherapy and pills would at least slow down its growth and reduce her symptoms. My mom was a fighter, she spent 5 years fighting to the end and for that I admire her very much. I was never told what kind of cancer she had, but I know my dad Ryuu and my dad Tatsu were always by her side and helped her in any way they could, plus I'm not very good in the medical field so I don't think would find what I'm looking for (actually I think the only thing I could do is go see the doctor who took her when when I have legal age and ask him) I know I said above that they moved to forget her, but specifically I meant to forget those bad memories that were left in that house. Surely they wanted to move out to treasure the good memories in the memories and videos we take with us.

I took the photo one afternoon when I found a dandelion on my way home. Since at that time my mom couldn't leave the house much anymore, I brought it to her and when we were both on the bed I told her to blow on it to make a wish. Mommy blew it and the dandelion seeds spread all over the room. She looked so beautiful that with my polaroid I took a picture of her (although it was actually with papa Tatsu's help, that's why the photo looks so good, I was 5 years old). I never knew what she asked for that day, and she never wanted to tell me either. By the way, mommy always liked to attach stickers on polaroid pictures, I think it's a habit I ended up picking up from her.

The last time I saw my mom she said, "Promise me that you will take good care of daddy Ryuu and papa Tatsu and that you will always, always, always be a fighter like mommy. This is for you, the bracelet that has accompanied me all my life. When I'm no longer in this world, I want you to know that the stars, the moon and the sun reflected in each pearl will be me watching over you from each one of them." And this photograph is of the bracelet mommy gave me, my bracelet, another of my most precious objects. I never mourned her death, no tears came from my eyes. I don't remember much about her either as I don't have an eidetic or photographic memory like Icaro, but I do remember the sound of her voice, I can always hear it in my mind, tone by tone. Oh, sure, there was a song my mom always sang to me that I remember how it sounded with her tone of voice perfectly my mind, it went like this:

"My little cat, my little cat, is always jumping. My little cat, my little cat, is always going on adventures. What will I do if my little cat gets lost in the grass? Wow, I found my little cat, he's right here!"

「あたしのこねこ、あたしのこねこ、いつもジャンプしている。 あたしのこねこ、あたしのこねこ、いつもぼうけんにでかけている。 もし、あたしのこねこがくさむらでまいごになったらどうしよう？ わぁ、あたしのこねこをみつけたよ！ここにいるよ。」

And right after that she tickled me. Sometimes she would change the lyrics to the song a little bit, depending on the day or the situation, but this was the version sang me the most. If you're wondering if you can find it on the internet the answer is no, because it was a song that mommy created especially for me. If someday I'm not so embarrassed I'll sing it and upload it for you to hear.

And this is the end of today's post. For the first one it has been quite long, hasn't it?

What would you like me to feature in my next post? Would you like me to write about who my best friend Icaro is and how I met him? My best friend Marena? Leave it in comments below.

See you in my next post, although I don't know when it will be yet as I'm learning to manage time and figure out how others work here.

[webbywatcheshorror]

Webby Reviews Horror: We Need to Do Something (2021)

We Need to Do Something is a movie about a family trapped in their bathroom during a violent and possible unnatural storm. The premise really set my expectations high, but left me pretty disappointed, to be quite honest.

Don't let the little blurb at the bottom of the above poster fool you- if you're expecting anything like the Saw franchise, you're going to be let down. (That said, Jigsaw would definitely put the dad character in a trap and I'd pay to see it.)

Review under the cut, and as always, SPOILERS ahead!

It starts off with some promise. A storm is coming, gather your family into the safest room in the house until it's passed. I've done it plenty of times in my life and I daresay I'll do it again- so I have what you might call some experience. Which, clearly, this family lacks, as they bring absolutely NOTHING by way of supplies. Not snacks, not blankets and pillows, not spare chargers, NOTHING. Aside from Dad's thermos with what appears to be an alcoholic beverage of some sort and a few board/card games.

The bathroom itself is nice and big, which makes me wonder about the rest of the house, but we never actually get to see it. With the exception of a few flashback scenes, the entire movie takes place in the bathroom. (I'm officially calling it- Bathroom Horror is now its own sub-genre. I'm going to make a list.)

My one complaint about the bathroom is but a simple one- why in the name of CAD does the only door open OUTWARDS? Go ahead, look at all the bathroom doors in your house for me. Hell, ANY of the doors in your house. They all open inward, do they not? This simple issue is what causes the rest of the movie to unfold the way it does, so it's not like it was an oversight or anything. It's just baffling to me.

Now onto the characters. I couldn't really feel much attachment to any of them, but I did feel sorry for the kids. Dad's an alcoholic asshole, Mom's a passive aggressive adulterer, and they spend most of the movie bitching at each other at the slightest provocation. The kids are better, they're just fairly typical kids. Sister's a teenager who snarks at her kid Brother (age not stated that I recall, but he's younger than 11 I'd say? I genuinely cannot estimate people's ages.) who pokes fun right back at her. Fairly decently written siblings.

I spent most of the movie waiting for things to get weird, to get creepy, but almost the entire time is spent watching them slowly just unravel- which could have been fine and dandy except I was promised something MORE. And it would have been fine if we were given any indication of how much time has passed, because otherwise they start losing their shit about ten minutes into the storm.

The storm brings down a tree directly through the roof of whatever room the bathroom is attached to and blocks the door, which, again, opens outward for some reason. The 'windows' are far too small to be of any use, and Dad claims the walls are *checks notes* SIX FEET THICK. Now, I never actually used my drafting training to actually make anything, but I'm pretty damn sure nobody builds houses with walls that are six feet thick.

There are so many hilarious moments, but I get the sense that they weren't intended to be funny. But how else am I meant to respond to things like the World's Most Aggressive Rattlesnake and the demon not!dog? Or when, in some kind of fit of madness, Dad starts whipping Mom with the dead rattlesnake after having bitten its head off? ('Like Ozzy,' he says, because 'snakes are just bats that can't fly!')

Most of the dialogue is weirdly phrased or just unrealistic in general, as well as their decision-making. Not once do they search for anything to try to unscrew the door hinges. Towards the final scenes, Mom is able to bust through a part of the wall that leads... Elsewhere? But they didn't bother with doing that anytime beforehand, only after two of them are dead and demons kill the only other people they hear from.

But by far the most unrealistic part is when, in complete seriousness, Daughter confesses that she and her goth gf might have summoned the demon storm with a spell they found on the internet and then didn't even do right. And her parents BELIEVE HER lmao. Like, right away, even. No 'oh sweetie that's ridiculous' or anything.

Some parts felt too rushed through, and some felt too drawn out, and some I wished were handled differently. There was a lot that could have been done with this story, and it really did have some good beats, but overall it felt awkward and kind of boring. And the worst part is the ending- it finally got interesting! Mom comes back from checking what was going on outside (absolutely COVERED in blood by the by) and outright refuses to say what she saw, then there's Sounds coming from the hole she crawled through, they scream, and it ends. We never even got to see the Demon whose tongue they (for some reason???) decided to eat.

I really did want to like the movie, I did, but you can't promise me a supernatural storm and then make me sit through a whole lot of pointless, baffling family drama when there's demons and shit out there. I give this one four outta ten ghosts. It just didn't work for me, but it had me laughing whether or not it meant to. Both times I watched it, I could not help but laugh when the kids are excitedly letting the 'dog' that's just out of their view lick their hands and asking 'oh who's a good boy?' only to be horrified when it answers, gleefully, 'I'm a good boy!' as it licks them.

[smollsmule]

Ok my queue spit this out after I saved it for later, so let me add some nuance here. Because this is a very importand issue, actually.

Of course nobody is prohibited from readin the books they enjoy. Hell, I like me some easily digestible fluff too! Some of my favourite book series are ya (and genuinely great books despite being “easy to read”).

There is something to be said however about limiting yourself to only engaging with that level of difficulty in reading. And before you come at me, I know that many people don't read at all and to many others reading is simply a hobby to unwind after a long day, where they just wanna turn their brain off and have some fun. Which is a totally fair reason to read. BUT. Reading (or more broadly, literacy) will never be just that. You live in an age of (mis)information and you WILL be confronted with texts (speeches, video clips, what have you) that are hard to dissect. Especially the ones that don't seem like it at first glance.

Media literacy is not only about how quickly you can summarise a paragraph or being able to pull quotes to show how maybe a character could be read as queer (although both of those things are a very good indicator of having advanced literacy). It's the VITAL skill of filtering and assesing information presented to you before so you can make an informed choice to internalise or discard it. It's being able to understand the information in the first place by grasping a complex thought presented to you in writing or in a speech because the simple truth is that not all truths are simple.

Media literacy gives you the ability of identifying that someone is trying to make you believe something and parsing why they're doing it by identifying the tools they are using. Which means you also need to know the tools they have at their disposal. It also means being able to connect points brought up before in the same or different texts to see if there is inconstencies or leaps in logic or if the argument someone is making only looks good because they use big words and a sentence structure that “feels” smart, but actually falls apart as soon as you poke at it a little.

Forgive me sounding alarmist, but if you can't read at that level people who have these tools WILL have power over you and you won't even have the tools to notice that they do. Even if people are not actively trying to harm or manipulate you, if you're unable to engage with their ideas you will get left behind in certain vital discussions and that not only feels like shit because everybody gets it but you, but it also again makes you incredibly vulnerable to those who do have bad intentions!

Now does that mean you only get to read Proust from now on? Of course not! I still do believe that a piece of literature can directly and fundamentally change your life. I know it has for me. However, that is a personal opinion and it doesn't mean I can force anyone to engage with deep philosophical manifestos on what it isto be human in this world. And even less that I want to do that, despite me thinking that literally ANYONE could benefit from reading that kind of thing. But you NEED to be able to read complex texts outside of your comfort zone for honest to god survival. I am so fucking serious.

And, hey! The good news is that this is not some secret mystical power you either get blessed with or not. It is a skill you can train, by reading challenging material. Books with more complex sentence structures, more nuanced ideas or arguments. Books that force you to think about them. I hate to say it but the only way to get better at reading is to read. It doesn't have to be fiction but i will be very real with you, I doubt that - if you're putting down a book because it's unreadable to you based on the chosen perspective - you'll be the type to pick up scientific essays or anything like that.

Don't cut yourself off from vital skills by locking your mind in a box. You are capable to handle those more complex texts, and I'd wager you'll even enjoy it once you find your niche (yes! you still get to have preferences!). You just need to give yourself a chance to learn.

[dkptx]

Owning Media

I was lucky to come of age during the first golden age of internet piracy. Napster, LimeWire, OurTunes, these were great levelers. Yet they also encouraged the natural spontaneous arising of a hipster sensibility. If media doesn't cost money, then taste is of course the ultimate signifier. And the only limit.

What does it mean to own a digital file?

Well, it means that you control it. You keep a good copy. And you know where it is.

It means being an Archivist and an Information Architect. It means being a curator. It means labeling and naming files properly, so that they can be found.

It means getting rid of bad files.

There are levels to this game that I have not seen, and surely some of those are uploading. I have never done. Knowing how to rip. Knowing how to convert file types.

But above all that, it means becoming conscious of what media are important to you. This is harder than it sounds. You might have a collection of all the classics. They might be examined, or not. What it really entails is building an entire conceptual framework of what's worth keeping and why, with strict rejection criteria, because there are no natural limits to storage space anymore.

The prototypical form of owning information might be a curated and culled collection of screenshots, or obscure memes. Every kid has one but none of them owns it. Those are all on a server somewhere.

Digital information has little way to indicate importance the way physical things do. Or? Maybe not.

It's undiscoverable: you can't go browse a shelf. It has no system of provenance: you don't know where a file came from. It has no indication of use: how many times has this file been opened? If it's been copied, you can't tell.

With real things there is an infinite spectrum of "frequently used" to "back of the closet" where something can be put in a visible place, to remind you of it, to make it easily accessible. There are a few ways to do this with computer files, putting it on the desktop, "Recent Items," "Open Recent," but they have far, far less granularity and intuitiveness than simple spacial placement of objects. Consider how many orientations you can put a book down on your desk—cover up, cover down, spine in, spine out—to make it either announce itself to the room or hide itself and minimize visual complexity.

Efforts to try to make a flagging system "stars ranking in iTunes" flop, but "number of times played" can be pretty reliable. If you've stuck to one device. Which at this point, nobody does.

Subskills: -owning the classics -turning new finds into known, named, and find-able files -archiving and backing-up -preserving? converting? updating? -best practices?

This is a stub, because I don't know how to go about doing these things. This is mostly an attempt to recognize just how impoverished digital archives are, compared to physical ones, in terms of organization potential and discoverability.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"DO YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR WOLF, KID?"

@manicpixievixen here it is 😊😌

A new story about Old Logan, cause I need him so bad

Logan didn't like Halloween, or Carnival, or any other holiday. Even when he was young he didn't like holidays and now with age that hasn't changed, but rather has become more pronounced.

It's Carnival day, Logan sits in his chair with his reading glasses on, while holding the book in his calloused hands full of thick veins.

He knows you're moving around in your room. Thanks to his hearing superior to that of any human person, he hears you opening and closing the drawers in the closet, desperately searching for something.

Then he smells it, that intense smell that floats to his nose every month. The earthy and metallic smell of blood. You're ovulating. He takes a deep breath and tries to refocus on the words written on the page of the book in front of him, without success.

Every month the same thing happens to him, he can't help it. His most primitive instincts are activated and he can't control his most obscene thoughts.

He wants… no, NEEDS to taste you. The taste of your blood against his tongue is all he needs in those moments.

He's aware of your presence too late, it almost seems like you've suddenly appeared there, so fast that he didn't even notice.

He looks at you over his glasses, before closing the book with a thud, putting all his attention on you.

You're wearing a white dress that reaches below your knees. A red scarf covers your hair delicately, framing your face. Black flats frame your look.

Logan's gaze is hungry on you, lingering on every curve of your body. You looked so pure… so… angelic, any man would be ashamed to come close to defile something as delicate as you.

But he wasn't just any man.

"Princess," he called, his husky, masculine voice filling the space. "What are you wearing?"

-My costume -you said, turning around with an excited smile- I'm playing Little Red Riding Hood- you explained-

Logan remembered hearing Storm read that story to the little ones at the X-Mansion a long time ago to put them to sleep, so he remembered what the story was about.

An amused smile appeared on his lips.

-Well, every Little Red Riding Hood needs her big bad wolf- he whispered- Do you want me to be your wolf, kid?

You nodded firmly, while he leaned back in the chair and gave a simple pat on his thigh.

-Come here- he ordered with demand and delicacy at the same time- explain to your old man why you chose this costume

You approached slowly, his eyes following all your movements until you sat where he indicated. You could feel his hard, firm thighs against the soft skin of your legs.

Immediately his hand wandered down to the bottom of your dress, slowly lifting it until the fabric rested at knee level. The cold air hit your skin making you let out a hiss.

Logan didn't miss any of your expressions. He smiled as he rested his hand on your knee, not moving it. His simple touch sent currents of desire straight to your core making you more and more aroused.

He knew it. The smell of your period blood mixed with your arousal was driving him crazy. Still he focused on you. It was no secret that Logan liked to torture you.

He never got straight to the point, if you wanted him to fuck you he would order you to tell him how and why. This was one of those times, his fingers opened and kneaded the flesh of your knee, while with his other hand he kept you pressed against him.

-Logan… -you sighed, watching his fingers go higher with each pass-

-I asked you a question, baby -he reminded you, almost touching your mouth with his lips- I want an answer

You swallowed hard and raised your head to look at him. Logan could see how your pupils had dilated in such a way that the natural color of your eyes could not be seen.

Everything was black, like his soul, like his future.

He forced himself not to think about it, because how could he, when he had a young woman as needy as you on his lap?

-I chose this costume because I liked it -you confessed- and I thought you would like it too -you pressed your lips suddenly shy- Have I done wrong?

-No honey, you haven't done anything wrong -he answered- I love it -he confessed- it's a shame I have to take it off you

You took a deep breath as you noticed how his fingers went up and up until they met the heat between your legs. The smell you gave off was so feminine and delicious, Logan's mouth watered just thinking about putting his mouth on you.

"Wait," you said, grabbing his hand tightly. He looked up at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried.

"Yeah, it's just…" you blushed before saying, "Are you sure you want to do this?" you questioned. "I mean, if it makes you uncomfortable, or you don't like it, or it disgusts you, we can't do it."

"I'm not afraid of blood, princess," -he smiled calmly-I promise to be a good boy

-Not at all – you murmured, his smile widening-

-You know me too well – he growled- an old man like me with a girl like you… - he mused out loud- you're going to make me lose my fucking mind

You smiled, looking at him firmly

-Now that I've answered your question, you answer mine – you said- Will you be my wolf, Logan?

-Yes – he growled, lowering the sleeve of your dress to leave small kisses on your neck, his beard tickling your skin- and you will be the Little Red Riding Hood that I'm going to eat tonight

-Eat me Logan – you sighed- don't leave a single piece of me

Should I write part two? I read you on the comments.😉👇

Again, thanks for reading me 😌

[cheapsmmpanelsblog]

Better Understand and Grow Your Business With Social Media

I have been on Facebook beginning around 2006, Twitter beginning around 2008 and involved the two stages as a method for developing my stock organization that I used to possess. Indeed, I even had an exceptionally dynamic MySpace account. Over the most recent 3 years, I have likewise been dynamic at Google + and keep my LinkedIn profile refreshed quarterly. I additionally am dynamic on YouTube. So we should better comprehend and develop your business with Online Entertainment.

So leading why? Why invest energy and exertion on this? I think as an industry we are most certainly delayed to adjust a large number of the devices accessible to us with social cheap smm panel outlets. On the off chance that you take a gander at a portion of the key part in our industry very little time and exertion is placed into virtual entertainment. Web-based entertainment takes heaps of time and it is difficult to rapidly truly see the outcomes. Additionally, for the overwhelming majority in our industry, we are a greater amount of a simple industry and are seconds ago getting to the computerized age. Cushion Printers are a great representation. Brilliant inventive and skilled individuals that stamp ink. They can make pretty much anything work, yet ask an in-your-face cushion printer their contemplations on the computerized sublimation frameworks is frequently "that terrible difficulty making machines can take a flying jump… " However in the right climate with the right market, sublimation can be a hero for a cushion printers business. So back to Web-based entertainment…

So why the do we should be via virtual entertainment? 37 million individuals sign onto to Facebook day to day, and as of now, 40,250 Tweets have been posted. What about Google +? Who do generally us all go to when we need to look for something on the web? There are 5,922,000,000 (Yes that is 5.9 Billion) look through on Google each DAY. Google holds a stunning 67.6 percent of the U.S. web crawler piece of the pie, as indicated by the most recent web index portion of the overall industry figures for April 2014, delivered by comScore. Being on G+ and discussing search terms that are critical to your business as well as sharing connects to your site on G+ accurately will help your hunt positioning. By further developing your pursuit positioning you will have a superior probability that somebody goes to your site who is keen on the items and administrations you offer. So the numbers are correct. There is a crowd of people and chances are a large portion of your clients are some place via virtual entertainment sitting tight for you to communicate with them.

The other justification for a significant number of us is the cost. The cost can't be bested… FREE! Being social is totally free and simply takes time and exertion. There are things you can burn through cash connected with virtual entertainment that will make things somewhat more straightforward, yet truly individuals getting everything done well and investing the energy required don't need to pay a thing to advance their business and track down new clients. What are your options in contrast to arriving at your clients? You could display at an expo or home show or another occasion. However, anticipate burning through $5,000 to $10,000 to truly do that right. You could do web promoting with flags or Google AdWords. Anticipate burning through $1,000 to $2,000 per month to get the sort of contact you can get with virtual entertainment. You can put promotions out on the radio, television or even the nearby paper, however again they generally cost cash, an item that most private companies don't have in overflow yet. Presently utilizing virtual entertainment to work on the return on initial capital investment (profit from venture) for the above things is something you ought to be taking a gander at doing. Suppose you spend the $5,000 to show at a nearby home show, however by result of pure chance end up in a corner behind the neighborhood windbag real estate agent and nobody comes to see you. What about utilizing web-based entertainment to get individuals past the real estate agent with pictures of your corner, kids about the windbag real estate agent etc. Act naturally and assist with peopling come track down you.

One more in addition to is it isn't uneven like numerous other advertising strategies, you don't need to be the only one developing your business with it. Genuine quality connection is driven by your clients and expected clients. Your responsibility is to encourage association between your organization and items. This isn't the brief presentation where you have 30 seconds to sell your labor and products, this is an ideal opportunity to discuss things that interest your client and fabricate a relationship that will transform them into enduring clients. Likewise, cheerful client make the BEST salesmen so give them an outlet to advocate for your image by having a functioning online entertainment plan.

So what else should be possible? With virtual entertainment, you can likewise involve it as an instrument for Client support. Indeed, I'm at legitimate fault for utilizing my own Twitter to vent my dissatisfactions with unfortunate help got by an organization. I additionally attempt to know about yelling out great client assistance by organizations through web-based entertainment. Many organizations have sorted it out and really work effectively of aiding, supporting and dealing with their clients with virtual entertainment. Then there are the instances of the individuals who have made enormous botches. An organization that a large number of us in our industry could have known about made the Inc. Magazines top 10 virtual entertainment flops in 2014 for their posting of an image of the Challenger space transport detonating as an approach to praising the fourth of July on their Tumblr page. They got hammered for itself and the reason was the online entertainment chief was brought into the world after the Challenger fiasco and didn't realize it was it was. On the other side of this coin you have bunches of organizations in our industry and past that get it and work effectively of collaborating with their clients and making web-based entertainment a necessary piece of their client assistance plan. For instance, I'm a faithful flyer on Southwest due to the assistance I got by means of their Twitter group when I was having a few difficulties going with my Mentally unbalanced child. They got a move on made our excursion a lovely one and presently I scarcely fly any other person. You can do things like screen for remarks about your organization or item and afterward ensure you are making the best choice via web-based entertainment. You need to imagine their perspective and wear your "sympathy" cap while interfacing with people via online entertainment. Abandon your self image!

Virtual entertainment can likewise be utilized as an instrument for exploration and item improvement. You can track down a wide range of data about your rivals, your clients and expected clients via web-based entertainment. The stunt here is to simply be essential for the discussion. You must be a human, in addition to a Twitter Handle or a Facebook Page. You need to give something to get something. This implies tackling issues, giving tips and deceives, opening the shade to your identity personally and organization. When you do this then you can get individuals to respond to questions like "Do you like the dark edge plaque with this plan or the cherry edge plaque with an alternate plan?" You can likewise see whether your rival XYZ Organization takes excessively lengthy to convey an item, or has different shortcomings that you could possibly exploit by being a piece of the "bunch" via virtual entertainment.

So as you can see to me being a piece of online entertainment can be a gigantic lift for your business and furnishes you with a wide range of instruments to advance your business as well as comprehend and better help your clients. It is allowed to be a piece of it simply requires investment. Yet, assuming you ponder what your typical day resembles, how frequently are you simply perusing the most recent misleading content article that your companion posted on Facebook or taking a gander at the most recent Disney quote on Twitter or other time squandering action. Why not require those 15 minutes and give it to being dynamic via web-based entertainment such that discussions about your business. What about empowering your workers to be dynamic via online entertainment as it connects with your business. Everything necessary is for the word to begin spreading and you will get results. They will not be gigantic or prompt, yet assuming the work is placed in and you are day to day being a piece of the discussion where your clients are at via online entertainment, you will awaken in a half year to a year and notice that it is working.

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters

Like I said in my previous Ted talk about me rambling I had imagined some scenarios in which certain characters would adopt a kid and why; adding some more stuff. I made up my mind and decided to write for myself.

I think it's really specific but I believe not all characters would be moved by the same default child so I almost created a concrete type for each one; plus it's more fun. Unless specified the reader would be six in each one

I won't put any of them raise their child with another existing character apart from the Forgers, because they're the only canonic marriage and without it wouldn't exist the series, unless specified. If you want "x ship raising a kid together" or similar you can ask for it

Idk if I'll write more about this but enjoy!

Yuri Briar

How you met

His life moves around his job and Yor. There would be few occasions he'd interact with a child; maybe when he babysits Anya

Unless is required to approach a kid. He'll be more into adopting once he has known further about the child's life and under which conditions they live

Remember the university students that used dogs as bombs? Animals aren't the only ones used by bastards to unleash or win a conflict

So in one of his missions he discovered the trashy traitors were using toddlers as their mules to move the merchandise, either drugs or weapons. Unfortunately for them the Operation is successfully sabotaged by his team

That's when he found you

Without living relatives or documents that clarify where you came from everything indicated that you grew up in that environment, probably sold from an early age as a slave

A quiet, reserved kid waiting to answer a few questions before social services took you to an orphanage

Yuri would be assigned to this task, if he didn't already offered himself first

Somehow he managed to open you. Starting with simple questions, talking about himself so you were more comfortable; perhaps even taking you to a walk and stopping to get an ice cream if you wanted

The desire of returning him the favor by working hard reminded him of himself when he told Yor he'd study to make the world better

Which makes him impatient to hear the useless pleas of those bastards when he began to torture them

Once he obtained all he needed he said goodbye to you and returned to headquarters more eager to do his job than he initially had

All would have ended there if you didn't have initiative

Surprising you following him back home, you clung to him before he could ask how you got there

Saying you could be useful, that you would help him with everything and be a good kid in an attempt to make him let you stay there

Then he started to think

Having a child would be useful: with Yor babysitting you he would have information about Loiloi, snitching on him for any suspicious activity or getting access to his secrets. But would he be okay using a child?

Although looking at you made him surrender. Even if his plan wouldn't go like expected he'd be making something good for you

Plot twist: You made him believe he thought that on his own to then accept his deal in exchange for adopting you.

Of course, you will help him to get the love of his life like he desired, but you never said it would be the so-called Yor

Why breaking a family when you could make your own? Even isolated kid would realize how creepy was his obsession with his sister

Instead, you could help him to get rid of it, that would be your favor. And in exchange you could get more

You could get him a fake partner to enroll yourself in Eden. You could get education, a family, and if you liked Loiloi and auntie enough you would make sure dad didn't sabotage their marriage. You didn't see nothing wrong with your logic

Everyone wins, right?

General headcanons

At first he may not be sure what to do

He doesn't want to bother her sister but he wants to do his best. Due your lack of energy, common in children, Yor can't give him more than the basics

He reassures you that there's nothing wrong with it though. You are just calm and quiet while others were more talkative and neither of those behaviors were worse or better than the other

He's the first in falling with parenthood out of all the options, and pretty soon than expected for the sadist lieutenant

Your smile, your face after falling asleep, your tiny hands reaching his... he's crying help

You have him wrapped around your tiny finger. Although you don't like to get advantage of that

You genuinely want to help him. Because the whole thing of dad replacing Loiloi is a no-no

You don't realize how creepy it may sound your way of thinking to others. Fortunately they can't read your thoughts so you exterior makes people think that you are simply introvert or shy

Another problems came along with that

You know how to talk, which you don't is basic human interaction

All this comes from long before, so apart of school subjects you'll receive etiquette lessons Yuri teaching someone how to behave is the irony peak

Prepare yourself, now that he loves you is surely to say there's no scape for the affection

Of course, he'll contain himself if you don't want physical affection, but eventually you won't be able to say no to his puppy face

Headpats, hugs, kisses in forehead, kisses in cheeks, kisses to heal the wounds and make you feel better, more hugs, piggybacks, holding hands, cuddles, did I mention headpats?

Did you understand the lesson? Great job! Can you jump rope two times in a row? Impressive! Christmas is near? He'll move land and air destroying any obstacle in his path until he gives you the best gift he can afford!

It would be suffocating as hell if you weren't touch starved, or love-starved in general. Actually it helps after years of cold-blooded treatment

Yuri hates Lottie, but he accepts his help for therapy if because you need it

Please calm him down when someone offends you before he commits murder

I think the encounter headcanons gives you an idea of why he initially adopted you

Part of it was because either you reminded him of Yor. Nothing in particular, in his view both shines and need to be protected neither of you need that but that's his view so ok Yuri

If Yuri adopted a child I'll be inclined to think he melts quickly

Yuri's little prince/princess®

Neutral pronouns could help you to get away with crime one day. The suspect is a girl? Ain't see any girl here

If you tell him to choose a new name for you he'll cry for real. A new name is also a new life and you want him to have that honor for you is just a name

You would end up with a name that means night

I headcanon Yuri had the most acute fashion sense than the rest of his family

When they were young their parents dress them but once they died Yuri was in charge of choosing clothes because Yor didn't care, he ended up influencing her that's why Yor always looks gorgeous

So if you want to go shopping he's your man

Anything you want to wear is fine but let him dress you and I assure you stupidly cute outfits and mainly cottage core aesthetic clothing until you change your mind. It goes for seasons and events too so your closet will be really diverse

Proud father that brings with him at least one picture of you anywhere he goes. "Have you seen my baby? Now you have been blessed you're welcome"

I wanted to write about Forgers/Briars interaction and more but this section is already too long maybe I'll do it in the future

Fiona Frost

How you met

To prove she's better wife than Yor she accepted the challenging Operation Strix no one gave her green light to that because she didn't ask permission either btw

Following his dear master's steps she searches a kid that can read and write in dreadful orphanages where she doesn't have to give many details

One would think she would choose the best option she could find to increase the possibility of getting 8 Stellas asap

And it will be correct if she had found any better option than you

You proved to read and write and yet she was debating whether keep searching or not

Unable to keep still, clumsy, simple-minded, loud, easily excited, too talkative, inattentive... The list went on and on and she had only knew you for five minutes

Attempting to return you to the orphanage made things worse. You wrapped your arms on her leg and left your lungs with your cries Not attracting attention to herself: done

She calmed you with the lie promise she hadn't thought in that and led you to what would it be your house

In the journey you saw a bunch of elderly people in a chess tournament

Leaving you with cartoons before you cry again; she met with a really angry Handler and describe her the situation waiting for advice. Sylvia took a deep breath before answering

"Have you ever interacted with a kid before? Or seen one? Do you know what a kid is?"

"I see infants on the streets every day, I was one once too. You haven't seen a kid like this before"

"I doubt it but let's continue"

Sylvia tried to dissuade her of her idea of the perfect candidate telling her it was the normal behavior of a child, more after growing without any role model to teach you

Not to mention the terrifying "advise" of dropping her strict plan minute-by-minute schedule plan she had in mind

Suddenly her words enlightened her

Searching the most suitable child for the role of mother would make the road too easy

As candidate for the best wife she ought to be ready for motherhood since her future offspring's traits wouldn't be able to be selected just like any other mother can't

Her mother's duty was raise you, an average talentless creature, to be a strong kid that would be the proud of any mother wishes she had!

Challenge accepted

Back home she activated all her senses when there wasn't any signal of you in the flat

Remembering the park you passed by on your way home she went there due a hunch

There you were, playing with an old man. She was ready to drag you home if necessary but she stayed in silence watching you play

The man was in trouble. If he ate your knight your bishop would eat his, but he couldn't risk to move the Queen of King's side because your last rook would eat it. No matter where he looked his pieces would be eaten or held until you made checkmate

With resignation he knocked his king down and reached out for a handshake, witnesses clapping at your victory

As soon as you saw her among the crowd you ran to give her a hug and explain her everything you had been doing since she left

"Mommy look look! The first pawn I ate was in D4 but then he ate mine with the pawn he had in c5, I decided to let my pawns in 2A and 2H so if he tried my rooks with his I could ate them and—"

"Where did you learn that?"

"A doctor said it was good for me. Something about needing concentration and therapeutic and I tried and I liked! Then I didn't want to learn the names but the chessboard reminded me of pieces of chocolate bar and that helps!"

A doctor...

Thinking about it, you could be a suitable option after all

General headcanons

She wanted a calm, tamed kid

Instead she got you

At first she tries to change your antics. Realizing it's impossible she went with plan B and canalize your energy in activities that entertain you and by the end of the day you're tired

But you're beyond her understanding

Constantly changing your mind, you got bored quickly. The only thing you don't seem to get bored is keep talking with her

More impossible is make you study

About anything, everywhere at any moment. From what have you drawn and what does represent all the elements to explain all you've done since the last time you met

Which was 20 minutes ago but you can last an eternity talking about it because you beat about the bush before remembering what you were saying and starting all over again. It's the story that never ends

Surprise hugs. Her first instinct is stopping you (you don't surprise her but still) or wonder what's the intention behind it; eventually she just let it goes and becomes better at knowing when you're going to "attack"

Something starts to connecting the dots

Impulsive, hyperactive, talkative... Could it be you have some kind of attention deficit?

Investigating the medical history discovers that your last doctor thought the same. Probably that's why he recommended you to play chess

She takes you to the hospital she works to make sure, where you always maintain a conversation with a very kind man who comes with his daughter to see the same psychologist you have

Mister Forger has a sandbox and toys! It's always fun to visit mommy's friend. Hope you can enter to school and meet his daughter too

It's almost 99% sure you have ADHD–combined presentation. Still, Fiona's not giving up on you

She finally found something you didn't get bored of: dancing

In your eyes Fiona's attitude is just though love. She never yells at you when she gets mad, and she wants you to study hard to go to a good school

Deep down she must love you a lot like you love her! Oh baby

Her conditions for adopting a kid were 1 Not illiterate 2 A girl so she could call her Twyla

She changed her mind. Saving that name for her future first daughter she let the second requirement aside too when she adopted you

Don't let that fool you she would think of a Twilight related name anyway

From the end of her conversation with the Handler on, your name would be Dusk. No like you complain, thinking how sweet it was she wanted to rename you now you were a family

"In case that your last family tried to search you" LIAR

"Don't worry mama, I don't think they'll do!"

First time of many she wouldn't know what to say, she gave you a headpat and immediately regretted it when you started to jump and scream for something she thought it was meaningless

Franky

How you met

He yawned; getting up earlier everyday to open the tobacco store he had as facade wasn't the most exciting thing one could dream of

With their back against one of the store's walls certain sleepy gremlin have had forgotten their deal. For some reason you passed by his store since the first time he saw you. What it was, the fifth time you were there?

"Stop appearing on here, people will think that I sell tobacco to children! Do you know the trouble you would put me in?"

"I don't care what people think!"

He reached into his backpack, pulled out a lunch box and showed the inside: a sandwich, a juice and a fiber and chocolate bar

"If I give you this you'll leave?"

You looked at the lunch box, then at him, at the lunch box again and nodded.

"Can I stay–"

"SHOO!"

You ran away, yet he doubt you were going to keep the promise. Now he had to get himself more food

Another day in his miserable single life started. Selling cigarettes, reading something when there was no people...

Twilight came to pick the details of the next infiltration he had to commit that day. With his stupid handsome face, blond hair and blue eyes which made any lady to melt

No one except him knew how inept he could be

"Franky, you're thinking aloud again"

"That's the only way you know how men like me go through because of you"

"I already told you love it's not something I have interest in"

"Livi it's nit simithing I hivi intirist in said the married family man"

"It's–

"Say it's for the mission again and I burn all the data I've collected"

"Look, some men may be more appealing to women than others and vice-versa, it's all about tastes. But you're intelligent, kind, and a good man; I'm sure somebody will appreciate you"

Heading to his chores, Franky watched the agent walk until his silhouette disappeared

Goddammit, he was a good liar. Hopefully that would be true

During the evening some dames passed by, buy tobacco and leave. Not even looking at him twice

Knees on the ground he raised his arms to the sky and begged God for female's attention

"What are you doing?"

No, he didn't refer to that female's attention God

"What are you doing here?"

You handed his lunch box. "How nice of– why there's money inside? Is this a bribe? How did you get it?"

"Do I ask you about why there's always weird people that comes to you and leaves after you gave them something else than cigarettes?"

"........Touché"

Somehow you ended up taking a walk, chatting or arguing about anything

Then he took you back home. You were near, around the corner was your house, there you stopped

"It's late. Your family is going to get worried if you don't go home already"

"I don't have one"

"Why do you say that?"

"I'd prefer to live on the streets. Mom is mean, she keeps me to get money, but she doesn't want to spend time with me. Only her new boyfriend does because he says I'm a pretty girl, but I don't like him"

He looked at you with an expression you were unable to understand

"Has he done something to you?"

"No, well... He stares at me and asks me if I need help when I'm taking a bath, but when there's someone else he doesn't act the same. His way of talking to me or caress my face makes me nervous but mom calls me liar. I'm not a liar, I don't like to be there"

You wondered if you had bothered him because his lack of response and apologized, when you felt his hand taking yours

"You're right, living on the streets seems better than living there"

"I was thinking in have dinner somewhere and then go home, but I don't like to eat alone. Would you accompany me?"

General headcanons

After that time you didn't came back to that house

He had to talk with social services, with the officers that knocked his door, with a judge in order to have your temporary custody. But he wasn't letting you go back

There may be no evidences in your case, but his contacts helped him to find girls that met him. One was willing to talk

Twilight's intervention helped to accelerate the process. Your mom was still pending trial, but you were safe

During your time together he noticed more things about you than through the investigation he did

Your sweet tooth, your love for frogs

Taking you to the park became a thing

Soon he discovered how you attract ladies. They found you adorable, although the first time a lady approached you sarcastically asked her if she didn't know any other compliment

"Or is your vocabulary that short miss?"

When he asked you why did you that he also discovered one of the things you disliked the most: being pretty

You don't want to be liked by how pretty you are. You learned to write well before five, you are good at football and passionate about myths but people just talked about how cute you are and do almost anything you wanted because of it

Of course you liked compliments, and stated you were fine if daddy thinks so too. But it makes you angrier when people interrupt your family time together only to ignore him because of you

In fact, you're more than comfortable with taking advantage of that with people you dislike

He thinks your charm comes along with the way you expressed yourself as well

In one occasion that a group of moms talked with you he was so nervous that ended up bragging a lot about his "hobby" as inventor

"You must be glad to have such handyman at home!"

"Yes, but I think his parents are better because they created him"

*Biggest aww you have ever heard*

"How did you do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean with what do you mean. That cheesy line was smoother than... Umm... it was too casual!"

"But I mean it? I'm happy you are here so I can be with you"

Ugh. So unfair how you always come with genuine speechs like those without realizing their critical effects

Instead of see him as a date option somehow he became a member of the mommy's club

Your name could be whichever you wanted

I mean, he wants you to forget about your past so you can overcome it but he's not changing your name unless you want to. If it makes you feel better he can help you

But you had already decided when you brought the topic. Since you like mythology you went with Freya, a name you liked and it matched with Franky

He's touched. He would have said something ended in "ie" or "y" like Winnie, Minnie...but your choice sounds better

Along with Twilight you're his love master, although you don't have experience you're still good teacher

Always ending the failed date giving him a pat, if she gave him a chance in the first place

"You'll do better next time daddy"

Because of paragraph limit I have decided to do it in two parts; second part coming soon. Hope you liked it!

[altamont498]

On The Sanitation of the Internet, the Importance of Trigger Tags and the Role of Responsible Adults.

[All tweets described in alt; original tweets available by clicking the above images]

TBH I really do miss the days of the internet when the responsibility was on both the reader/viewer and the author to look out for each-other.

Whereby the author had to provide due warnings (e.g. TW Suicide, TW Insects, etc.) whilst the reader had to heed and act on the warnings where appropriate.

Whereas nowadays instead, as TomSka has said in the above tweets, everything has to be totally cleaned and sanitized to a stupid extent, where there's little or no just even remotely adult-only content available online nowadays.

Because - really and truly - it's unnecessary and overcautious mollycoddling and really only there to keep advertisers and shareholders happy.

And besides, the same companies have been previously more than willing to advertise adult content like horror games or potentially harmful stuff like loud noises and strobe lighting in advertisements whilst at the same time all too eager to pull "NOOOOO! YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT MURDER ON A PODCAST ABOUT JACK THE RIPPER!!111!! YOU HAVE TO SAY UNALIVE!!!111!"

It also entirely disregards the original context. For example, it's one thing to send someone a horrible message like "I'm going to murder you and your family", but it's another thing to talk about murder in my previous example, in a podcast about Jack the Ripper.

Or if someone is struggling with genuine suicidal thoughts, they can't even look up anything about that and get the help that they may be in desperate need of because any content mentioning/referencing suicide has been deemed "too inappropriate."

Instead, it should be on parents/guardians/responsible adults to have that conversation with kids to say that there could be stuff online that they don't like, and tell them that if there's a warning sign literally straight in-front of them saying that there's something they don't like, that they act on it immediately.

If someone with a nut allergy ate a jar of Nutella (accordingly marked with Allergy Warning: Contains hazelnuts), took an allergic reaction and tried to sue Nutella, they'd be laughed out of any reputable news source and laughed out of any court of law.

Meanwhile, parents/guardians/responsible adults don't teach their kids how age restrictions work or how to act on them, how to avoid trigger tags and trigger warnings (or even bypassing it for them - e.g. buying them an 18+ game) then turn around and shout about how little Johnny/Jenny got traumatized by seeing a zombie's head explode in Call of Duty (PEGI 18) or how they walked in on their 12 year-old getting a lap dance from a virtual lap-dancer on Grand Theft Auto (also PEGI 18).

It would be simple for most websites—YouTube, Twitter, even Tumblr—to implement.

An option for authors to flag stuff as and when they're uploading it and then a click-through for the reader, like:

WARNING: Per [the author]'s own indication, this video/post contains references to X, Y and Z which some viewers may find disturbing or upsetting. Do you wish to continue? > Yes > No

It's high-time we bring back The Mutual Onus.

"Where the reader has needs, the writer must act to warn; But when the writer warns, then the reader must heed and act accordingly."

It would definitely go a long way towards putting an end to the overcautious mollycoddling of kids with regards to online content and re-open large swathes of the internet that would otherwise have ended up being rendered uninhabitable.

As well as the fact that warnings and TWs aren't a modern concept. Even in our day-to-day lives we see warnings for the sake of mental and physical health.

E.g.

"This report by John Smith contains flashing images, and descriptions of child abuse that some people may find disturbing."

"Coming up next on ITV is Doc Martin, which contains scenes of a medical nature."

Definitely food for thought for many social media sites and platforms to consider.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Who would win, Bartimaeus or an average strength giftless Twilight vampire?

Ooh, interesting question with a two-fold answer.

The Other Place, Spirits, and the World of Twilight as We Know It

The Bartimaeus Trilogy is one of those worlds that actually does make sense in the Twilight context. Not so much in that we'd see the history of the Bartimaeus universe in the Twilight world (I'm not sure the Volturi would allow humanity to get away with summoning alien beings to do their bidding that can cause mass calamity and a simple mispronunciation) but that I see no reason the Other Place and the Twilight universe can't coexist.

Perhaps the Twilight earth simply never tapped into The Other Place in the way the other Earth does, or they did, but knowledge of how to summon spirits died out with some culture ages ago due to some catastrophe/the Volturi going "OH HELL NO".

But the reason I bring this up is there's a fundamental question here: how do vampires in that mashup relate to The Other Place?

Given everything we see of Twilgiht, the answer appears to be that it doesn't. While in the Bartimaeus universe there are people who face side effects due to proximity of The Other Place (physical deformities, uptick in resistance to magic, whatever the hell is going on with the werewolves) without any indication of spirits for at least a thousand years if we're assuming the Volturi put an axe to that and rewrote history, vampires being something spirit related is a little questionable.

Possible, if it's some side effect that spun out of control and is infectious with a single victim, but unlikely.

That Was... Weird, Muffin

I brought it up for a reason and that reason is golems.

Of the enemies we see Bartimaeus face we have a few groups. Humans with resistance who are otherwise immune to what he'd throw at them, other spirits, and golems who are a little complicated.

Humans with resistance are only good in that they can resist him. They still need to use things like molars, artifacts, and other spirits in order to actually attack a spirit. It just means that Bartimaeus can't magically swat Kitty like a fly.

Golems are interesting in that they're also created via ties to The Other Place but that they are specifically a kind of anti-spirit weapon being creatures of earth and water where spirits like Bartimaeus are fire and air. Because of this, a single touch is enough to drain a spirit of all life and you see Bartimaeus terrified of even getting near these things.

So, what are vampires?

If vampires were due to some Other Place nonsense, are they too creatures of earth and darkness? Unclear. Depends on what we decide the origin of vampires really is.

For the sake of this ask I'm going to say no.

Spirit vs. Vampire

Before we get to Bartimaeus, let's look at your average spirit versus your average vampire.

The spirit, given some level of strength, probably wins. They can shift form into a vampire themselves, including the physical form of the vampire teeth, and they are such that if powerful enough our physical reality starts bending to the Other Place.

The laws of physics no longer apply, matter changes form, so instead of a vampire you suddenly have a puddle of goo.

Of course, you have to be very powerful for that, but even something like a djinn or higher can probably shift into a vampire, use the vampire teeth, then light their opponent on fire.

Not to mention that vampire gifts are almost guaranteed not to work on spirits as they're not physical bodies with physical human brains.

Bartimaeus vs. Vampire

Bartimaeus wins and not just because of the above.

Bartimaeus wins because he has a knack for picking and choosing his battles. Specifically, we see time and again in canon, Bartimaeus purposefully avoids fighting when he can help it and almost always knows when he's in over his head.

He's not the strongest (see Jabor), not the smartest (see Faquarl), but he also knows this, and he has absolutely no shame in running away and getting out while the going is good. He does the bare minimum/out of the box method to complete his task and always looks out for his own hide.

This means unless he has absolutely no choice but to fight a vampire (he doesn't and I can't see that he ever would), he's going to go "NOPE" and bravely run away.

It's why he's still here after five-thousand years.