#Me when I'm inarticulate

[graphic--horde]

Minecraft stamps bcs I'm imploding

[campingwiththecharmings]

me: *is a writer*

also me: *can only ever seem to think of one way to say 'thank you' to the people who are kind enough to comment on my fics 🥲*

[mageofquandrix]

Ways the Biden Administration has helped the Rural America

I'm from rural NC and grew up in extreme poverty. I don't live there anymore, but I feel sick seeing the aftermath of the hurricane. I've been to some of the places in those photos. I'm so glad that so many people care and are trying to help. Thank you.

However, I've seen posts about the devastation that are saying that the Biden administration has done nothing for the rural South, and even some that seem to encourage people not to vote.

I am hoping this is high emotion and misinformation speaking. But it is incorrect.

To be extremely clear: voting against their interests, voter misinformation, and voter disenfranchisement is part of why so much of the rural South is struggling so much.

The Biden Admin has already approved Federal funding to NC, including the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians.

A reminder, Republicans voted AGAINST disaster relief funding, even after requesting it for their own states.

Also, the Biden admin has invested a ton in rural communities:

Here's a really good tumblr post that talks about a lot of it.

Here's a list of ways that the Biden admin has invested in rural communities.

"Biden-Harris Administration Delivers on its Promises to Invest in Rural People, Climate-Smart Solutions, and America’s Food System"

"Biden-Harris Administration Invests in Rural Communities to Lower Energy Costs and Create Jobs in 39 States and Guam as part of Investing in America Agenda"

Also! We're getting these severe hurricanes because of climate change, which Republicans deny!

They also want to get rid of/privatize the National Weather Service and NOAA! You know what the rural south can't afford? Paying to find out if a hurricane is coming!

During Covid, a lot of Rural NC had to just CLOSE SCHOOLS with no distance education because they students didn't have good enough internet and/or didn't have devices to use. I know people who just didn't have second semester senior year. The Biden admin are funding getting high speed internet to rural and Tribal communities. The Trump admin wants to disband the Department of Education which WILL NOT HELP!

Also, here's an article on the ways the Trump Administration has failed rural America.

I'm not good at this sort of thing, so I'm just going to end with this google search (sorry for the LMGTFY sarcasm) if you want to read more.

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

me: heehoo goofy kid's site comic monster dog man who made me a furry, he's a sweetie but he'll Murder if he feels it's called for and also his art is funny sometimes

me thinking about the fact that bruno was sixteen when he and his front door were the only things standing between his neighbors and lynching his family: Gets an Actual Lump in My Throat

[brown-little-robin]

it's kinda comforting to me when my friends are a little annoying or longwinded or abrasive or tired and inarticulate, or they don't do the exact politest thing in every interaction, and stuff, because I know I'm sometimes annoying, or take up a more than my share of conversational space, or forget to ask them questions, etc etc, and... like, I'm always working to be nice to my friends and to get better and better at friend-ing, but it just makes me feel more human about it :}

anyway I love you friends plz know I'm not counting, in fact I feel great affection toward you even (especially) when conversations go less than Perfectly Ideal

[calisources]

𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences have been taken from different media to be compiled into a list. This is not a meme for minors, the content here goes from mild to highly sexual, topics like dominance, submissive, bondage,praise kink and breeding are all present so discretion is key. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

You are perfect. And now you wear my mark, your ass is mine.

Tie me up, please…

Kiss me hot,heavy,wet & angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for me.

Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again.

They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.

A little vanilla never hurt anybody.

If you have any sense you’ll stay away from him.

Touch me, like this, like a good girl.

That’s it, use your tongue. 

I'd planned to have you on your bed the first time, but maybe I should take you here, by the mirror, so you can see how splendid we are together.

I’m not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I cannot do anything else, But I will say that I have plans for you if you say yes.

I’ll fuck you so good, for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin, my cock deep in your pussy.

I want a second serving of you. I’m hard just thinking of your perfect breasts and hard nipples.

As much as I appreciate that, right now you’re all I want to eat.

Now will you please sit on my face already?

You are corrupting me, Theo.

But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?

The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining.

If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.

I want to learn from you. Teach me what you know.

Once I make you mine, you will be mine forever. I will call you and you will come, in more ways than one.

What have I taught you? Show me, sweet girl.

Use your thighs, ride like it’s your last day on this earth.

I been aching to be inside you since we met, you devil woman.

Hands braced against the wall, and open your legs.

You tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth.

I need you. Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.

The things I want from you, darlin’, will give you nightmares, ones like you’ve never had before.

If you could read my mind, I’m pretty sure you’d either be traumatized, sexually aroused or both.

The nicer you treat her outside the bedroom, the naughtier it will get inside the bedroom.

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.

That’s it. You can take a lot more, don’t you? Hold on to me.

If you behave, I’ll let your hands go and touch me.

I love your skinny legs, and what's between them.

 I don't want words, but inarticulate cries.

All you have to do is beg, and I will give you what you want.

I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

You make the sweetest little noises. But I need you to be louder, let everyone know.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine.

I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?

And ye whimper under me, and struggle as though you wanted to get away, and I know it's only that you're struggling to come closer, and I'm fighting the same fight.

I can help you with that.

Forgetting him. Moving on. I’m okay with being your rebound. I’ve already said that I want you.

You’ll give yourself to me? Let me take control? Let me send you over the edge of ecstasy time and again until you awaken?

Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.

I feel claimed.

You’re so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around me every time I move a muscle or say a word.

Yeah, arch your back so I can look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.

Pet, I give you permission to be as vocal as you wish, because I am going to blow your mind in a few minutes and I want to hear how much you enjoy the ride.

If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is ask. It would be my pleasure -  and yours.

Watch me make love to you.

I'd like to bite that lip.

I want you sore, baby.

I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, just take me as I am.

I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being.

I’m not wearing anything underneath. Want to see?

You will be staying here until I’ve deemed it safe for you to go back to your life. Do you understand me?

Dominate you? Yes. Master you? yes. Make you yield to what you want, make you surrender to who you truly are? Yes.

Why don’t you scream my name? Let every other man and woman who you belong to.

I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

I taught you everything you know. Every man after me is just a shadow of what I did to you.

I knew you could be a good girl.

You were fucking made for me.

God is not gonna save you from me, baby.

My mouth wants you, I want to feel you in my mouth, way down in my mouth.

I am moist between the legs.

I came three times. During sex. 

Do you know all the ways a Lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you?

You stay right where daddy puts you, baby girl.

Wait until you taste her. She is fucking delicious.

Lick my fingers and feel how wet you are.

Are there big, bad monsters in the woods who want to eat me up?

Right there, don’t stop. I can feel it. 

Please come in me, I don’t care, I want to feel you.

Where do you want it, baby girl? Your cunt, your mouth or your neck?

Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.

Seriously? In the morning, again? 

You said to rest but I can feel you hard against my back. 

You can do all the rest sweet, let me take care of you.

I want you to fuck me, Chris.

A little playful banter never hurt — or did it?

One should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.

Come here and undress me.

How am I supposed to do my job when all I can think about is getting back to you?

Someone could walk in on us. 

Better be good and come fast, then. Or everyone will see you begging for more.

I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.

Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.

Am I doing it good, baby? Just like you taught me? 

Tell me I’m a good girl. Your only girl. 

When I come, I come for you. Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt.

My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Eva. Intimate and raw.

How many have been with you ever since? Or no one compared? Tell me.

Show me then. I demand that you show me. That’s an order.

[thewertsearch]

TG: so you admit you were stalling with all that bullshit TT: I said not entirely. TG: what do you mean TT: It's going to be a long ride through all this nothingness. TT: Maybe I just thought some company would be nice. TT: Before it's all over.

...I'm honestly kind of inarticulate, at this point.

This is just a deeply fucked-up situation - but at the same time, it's proving to be one of the most heartwarming scenes in the comic. Bittersweet might be the best way to describe it.

TT: I'll wake you, but only if you promise to rejoin the others. TT: Could you give a message to John for me?

I'm too weepy for theories, at the moment.

“I’m sorry.” is the best and only guess I have.

TG: if im promising not to chase you down then theres not really any hurry to wake up TT: Aw, are you sure? TT: I was looking forward to bowling another wicked googly with the yarn. TT: Sportsways. TG: nah ill stay asleep a while

Dave! <3

Dang it, dude. You’re getting dangerously close to S-Tier on the strength of this conversation alone.

Something tells me this ain’t no ghost.

Well, kids? Are you next?

TG: im stuttering this dude is making me nervous TT: You don't remember him? TG: no

You might not remember him, but one of your altselves died by his hand. It sounds like there’s some very slight memory bleed between the two Daves – just enough to give him goosebumps here, as some primal part of him remembers what if felt like to be stabbed.

This actually has some fairly wide-reaching implications, if true. For example, if Dave can remember his altself’s experiences, what’s stopping the Scratched kids from remembering their previous lives? Even if the memories are only processed as vague ‘feelings’, it would still be very interesting for Reboot!John and co. to be thrust into a session which is both new, and hauntingly familiar.

We might have seen this phenomenon before, actually.

Typheus!John seemed awfully emotional when he first laid eyes on Dad. I guess he was dimly aware that the man had been kidnapped by imps, but there might have been something else going on, too.

Was it possible that a fragment of his soul was aware that, somewhere far, far, away, a terrible fate had befallen his father?

[dogiperson]

Cause we found ourselves in quite a situation

And when I'm by your side I feel elation

You kiss me slow but without hesitation

You threw me straight into inarticulation

[creatingblackcharacters]

Re: this post

Could you tell me which slur is it? I'm not very familiarized with these words in english so i get confused when people vaguely refer to them

I get it why if you wouldn't like to, though

😅 yeah ngl, I kind of don't want to tell you, because the last thing I need is for this slur to get resurrected and violently used against Black people, though people practically say it without saying it atp.

But on the OTHER hand, if people are resorting to "affectionately" calling raccoon furries "Coons", a conversation is desperately needed in these furry spaces and beyond.

The coon caricature is one of the most insulting of all anti-black caricatures. The name itself, an abbreviation of raccoon, is dehumanizing. As with Sambo, the coon was portrayed as a lazy, easily frightened, chronically idle, inarticulate, buffoon.

Read the whole thing!

[lisenberry]

John Price is the sort of man to bend you into positions you had no idea you could even do

“John- John! Please I can’t-“

“Shhh sweet girl, look, your knees are already next to your head yeah? just hook… fuck you look fuckin filthy like this..”

Thank you for this good soup!

MDNI/NSFW/18+

Bossy Price is my favorite Price.

The king of talking you through it, and not taking no for an answer, he just wants to see you push past your boundaries a bit and try new things.

"I know it hurts, but just relax. You're doing so good. Just breathe. Big stretch."

The pull of your calves hooking behind your head, and the rough scratch of his hands against the underside of your thighs distract you from the tug of his cock at your exposed opening. You've never been this open before. You feel helpless and...seen.

Especially with him looking at you with wide eyes full of amazement, like you were some marvel painted on a chapel ceiling. Or a masterpiece carved from marble and displayed on a pedestal.

Your own hands uselessly clasping at his arms and fisting the sheets as he spreads you wider and pushes you deeper into the bed.

"I can't, John. It's too much." The strain on your muscles, the threat of fitting all of him at this angle, the weight of his massive body pinning you down.

"You've already done it, love. Just be good and still for me. Just like that. I know you can do it. Deep breath." His words punctuated by the obscene squelch of his thick, ruddy length forging a path inside, inch by inch. "Fuck, love."

Rude and clumsy, like a bull in a china shop, he loses the last thread of control he clung to and buries himself punishingly to the hilt. He calls you filthy and beautiful and just so good for him as he watches your walls soften to accept him with every thrust. Your greedy, tight grip when he drags back out again.

His gruff, inarticulate moans and platitudes fuel you on, bringing you closer and closer to heaven as you finally relax around him and just surrender. The struggle fades away until it's just you and him, and the relentless rhythm rocketing you further as he fucks you through your orgasm and comes hot and messy deep in your core.

When he catches his breath and fetches a towel to clean you up, you try (and fail) to move your legs back down.

"Give me a hand?" You giggle, sleepily when he returns. "I think I'm stuck."

[irrealisms]

ok im gonna pass out now but i transcribed a decent chunk (5 minutes/1k words) of vitalasy & zam's conversation from yesterday! transcript under the cut

Vitalasy: Hi. 

Zam: Hi. Okay. I've got a couple questions for you—

Vitalasy (overlapping): What’s going on?

Zam: I'm a little nervous.

Vitalasy: Okay

Zam: But, yeah. I don't know! Okay. when I think about my, like— my relationship with you on the server, right? it's a little, it's a little complicated, right, it's a little— little tricky, right? you know? We've had a lot of…tension, at times, or a lot of times where I wanted to kill you and you wanted to kill me and of course there was the time where… I ended up betraying you of course, and just— a lot that I've been thinking about a lot recently, and… I just, I don't know. I— I don't know, I just want you to know that… I'm sorry, and that (giggles) I don't know, I, it feels like— I I don't really know how to word this. but like— I don't know. A lot's changed since then, and I wanted you to know that. I really wanted you to know that, you know? I'm very different person now, so. I don't know. (pause) I'm really bad at this whole communicating thing, but, um—

Vitalasy (laughing): I mean, that— that's something that has stayed the same, then.

Zam (also laughing): Yep, yeah. Didn't improve in that r- I mean, I've improved a little bit—

Vitalasy: Maybe it goes both ways here, though.

Zam: Yeah, I don’t know. But, um, I wanted to show you something, okay? Because last time you were on the server, right? it was, like, during the abyss, right? or, I guess—other than this season, of course—but like—it was like, sort of abyss related?

Vitalasy: Yeah.

Zam: After— after you gave all your stuff to Jumper, um, after you gave all your stuff to Jumper and left the server, um… I— and like, she betrayed us, I kind of went on this whole, like, arc where I wanted to blow everything up on the server— specifically your base, um—

Vitalasy (overlapping): Wh— (splutters) I was gone! 

Zam: because I knew it meant a lot to Jum— 

Vitalasy (overlapping): What do you mean?

Zam: Well, it's because— it was to hurt Jumper, specifically, for betraying me, um—

Vitalasy: Okay.

Zam: And, again, a lot has changed since then, I'm not— I don't, that's not who I am anymore, and I want to show you that that's not who I am anymore, (breaks the slab in the corner revealing a water stream going down) so— I've built you a little present—

Vitalasy: Last time I— last time I followed you down a hole, I died.

Zam: (splutters) Th-th—that's not— okay— no,

Vitalasy: Let that be clear.

Zam: Not important! I—I— it's different. It's different this time, there's water and I'm down here. Just come on down! (pause; Vitalasy starts coming down the water stream) You can put your armor on if you want, but I mean, it's fine if you don't, it's cool. But, yeah. I don't know! Derapchu told me that I should build something—or, no, I think it was Kaboodle actually—said that, every single build that I have on the server, or, like, every place that means a lot to me, is, like, out in the open, right? Um, so I wanted to build something that meant a lot to me but wasn’t out in the open, so I've had this little area for like the past couple months and I just come here every now and then whenever I need to think and figure stuff out and I've really wanted to show it to you. for, like, a while now. (pause) So like, yeah.

Vitalasy: Zam.

Zam: mhm? …Cool.

Vitalasy: Cool.

Zam: (laughs) (sniffs) I'm sorry.

Vitalasy: Oh my God—wait. I need to— hold on, my camera is being annoying right now. But—

Zam: mhm. 

(pause)

Vitalasy: Wait (inarticulate noise) Okay. Okay okay okay. 

(pause)

Zam: So, like. Yeah.

Vitalasy: Zam, I don't— I don't know what to— 

(pause)

Zam: What?

Vitalasy: When I think back on my favorite story

Zam: Mhm

Vitalasy: That I've done on lifesteal, 

Zam: Mhm.

Vitalasy: I— think and talk about Eclipse Federation.

Zam: (noise; halfway between an exhale and a ‘hahh’?)

Vitalasy: Without a doubt, like— 

Zam: mhm.

Vitalasy: I talk about it to— we're gonna, (stage whisper/exaggerated weird voice) I talk about it to my admissions officer, um—

Zam: Really?

Vitalasy: For college, yeah

(they both laugh a little)

Zam: Damn!

Vitalasy: Like, this was part of my, my, uh, college application season, ummm—

Zam: (laughs a lot) That's actually really cool. 

Vitalasy: Yeah, like— really, if I'm gonna be so honest, I— I have very few regrets, and… this is not one of them.

Zam: Awwwwwwww.

Vitalasy: I, I don't, I don't regret anything that happened.

Zam: Okay.

Vitalasy: And, um—back then—

Zam: I do. I feel like you were right and I was wrong. But, yeah.

Vitalasy: No! No no no. I don't—I don't—I don't say that as a, I don't regret it because I was right, that's not what I'm trying to say, um—

Zam: I know. But like— I don't know, it's just like, I don't get to see you that often, so—it's just—I really, I wanted you to know that I feel like you were right and that I was wrong, and.

Vitalasy: (laughs) Come on.

Zam: I just like, I just wanted to say that—

Vitalasy: No, no, no. I'm not taking that. No, no, I'm not taking that! Are you kidding me?!

Zam: What do you mean?

Vitalasy: You can't say that! What? (punches Zam)

Zam: Okay…? (laughs) Okay.

Vitalasy: (punches Zam again) ‘Cause that's not true! That's not true.

Zam: Okay.

Vitalasy: I, I hid stuff from you.

Zam: …Uh-huh.

Vitalasy: Like, let that be so clear. And I'm glad we're, we're actually talking about it now— (looks around at the room) it's so weird, ‘cause like my worlds are kind of combining right now, (Zam laughs) but, um— (Vitalasy laughs) uhh

Zam: Yeah. Damn. Yeah, I don't know. I've just— missed you a lot and I'm really glad that you're back. Even if it's only for a little bit. (pause) So yeah.

(pause)

Vitalasy: We should play more. (punches Zam)

Zam: Yeah! That’d be cool, I’d be down. 

Vitalasy: Yeah.

Zam: Yeah, for sure. I would love to see you around more, if you ever—could, I don’t know.

(pause)

Vitalasy: Yeah.

Zam: Yeah.

Vitalasy: We should see each other more. (punches Zam) We should see each other more.

Zam: Okay! I’m cool with that, yeah, of course.

Vitalasy: Yeah yeah yeah.

Zam: I really wanted to—yeah.

Vitalasy: (punches Zam) Let’s talk offstream. I, I think I have a couple ideas.

Zam: Okay, cool! I'm down, yeah. Alright.

[carnalconcinnity]

I relate to and feel represented by Towa heavily in that he exhibits Schizoid Personality Disorder unlike any character I've seen before. It was in my head for a while but I couldn't get a hold of Slow Damage to find the evidence for it myself until now, I sort of just used to look at Towa, squint my eyes and mouth the words 'I'm onto you'.

This will be a long, indulgent post, I have not finished said game and will probably update when I do especially after Madarame and Fujieda's route. This is based on patterns I've seen so far in the game as well as some spoilers I came across. Read at your own... something or other.

SzPD's main characteristic is the lack of interest or ability to form relationships. Towa is on the side of a lack of interest rather than ability. One way I see SzPD in him is socially, he's indifferent and blunt or when he makes an attempt to spare feelings he's evasive, he maintains this distance with everyone around him. He doesn't chase after romance; sex and pain are stimuli that allow him to feel something beyond crippling apathy. It doesn't stop there though.

When he wants to, Towa knows how to adapt, negotiate and manipulate others. This can often come as second nature to many with SzPD, not out of malicious intent but through a way to protect themselves by setting the relationships they do make on their own terms. He interchanges between inarticulateness and eloquence according to Akhtar's Profile, selectively choosing what he gives away and what he keeps to himself.

Finally, Towa's art model in the moment, whoever it may be, can easily be considered his 'interest person'. Again referring to Akhtar's profile, those with SzPD can be capable of excitement with carefully selected people and likewise they tend to have a penchant towards typically darker and unconventional things as a form of coping. Combine those two and you have Towa's heightened interest in the selected few when he unravels their darkest desires.

A second way I see SzPD is through his feelings of unreality, schizoids tend to be seen as 'detached observers', there's a lack of motivation or drive beyond the few things they want to do. Towa doesn't hold any long-term ambitions and has no real sense of urgency over anything, he's often dragged outside by others around him or if he bar-hops and searches for hookups. He also holds a sense of grandiosity towards his indifferent observation, the line that stuck out to me the most was when he said to himself, 'All the more proof that life was easier when you didn't care about anything.' A view you will often see from Schizoids time and time again in response to other people's emotionally charged issues.

Towa sometimes dehumanizes himself, describing himself as a 'single minded robot' when painting, playing a role when granting his art model's wish like he did for Asakura or by referring to 'Human Beings' as though he isn't one of them. Obviously as a child Towa was horrifically abused and treated like a 'thing' instead of a person and a result of that he has a weak sense of self, he has a tendency to cave in around more dominant personalities. This can be another thing that goes hand in hand with SzPD, entering into a 'Master/Slave' type dynamic in social relationships (SchizoidVision has a post on this concept, here) As I've explored, Towa has the faculties to play the 'master' in these dynamics like with his art models but he takes a 'slave' role with the main leads that hold the potential to lead into even worse dehumanization in the bad endings.

Thirdly, a way I see Schizoid in him is through his emotions plain and simple, he hardly expresses strong emotions or reactions to anything and everyone sees him similarly, that he's aloof or uncaring. It shows even more in how he doesn't care for social validation, praise or criticism does virtually nothing. He sometimes feels accomplishment for finding his inspiration to paint but Rei ends up being the one posting it on Roost's blog. He isn't dependent on other people's opinions whatsoever. A huge part of SzPD traits.

Finally, the use of his internal fantasy and how it obsessively consumes his time. When he begins painting he becomes utterly immersed to the point he neglects food or sleep, you can't snap him out of it forget any sort of practical responsibilities. This reflects in SzPD in how daydreams tend to consume a lot of schizoid's lives, often preferring it over reality. It can interfere heavily with day to day tasks, I can say there's multiple times I haven't left my room, eaten or slept over a period of time when I get an urge to create something or lose myself in my own head.

Overall, there's so many boxes he ticks so far it's as if he's become the box himself. I connect with him a lot for these reasons and he can easily be considered a major comfort character and face for my page, plus somehow I find the time and dedication to write this essay when I have my abandoned assignments just begging me to make a start on them. (I won't until I feel like it.)

[ayeforscotland]

hey, so I live in an area that gets orange marches every Saturday during summer, and ive been going insane, not to mention it scares my cat shitless. tried to complain to environmental services of my local council, but as it's a weekend I was told I can only make a noise complaint after 6pm, otherwise call the police (won't be doing that).

I'm wondering if you/your followers know of any non-arrestable ways to disrupt an orange order (crucially, when it has just woken me up lol). not sure if water balloons are... legal? ive been considering leaning out my window and just inarticulately screaming at the top of my lungs (but worry about hurting my throat lol). any tips to deal with these fuckers??? lest one day i snap and do something ill advised.

I know you're probably half-joking but I'd strongly suggest you reconsider throwing anything because you'd put yourself and your cat in immediate danger. They wouldn't hesitate to kick your door in.

The only thing I'd recommend is soundproofing your house and/or playing your own music loudly to drown it out. I would also continue to pressure the council.

[pinqueen30]

Part 3

*meanwhile, somewhere at Dev*

Peri: Listen, maybe I can help?

Dev: No.

Peri: Why?

Dev: Because I can handle it myself. It's just homework

Peri: You look at one page for 20 minutes

Dev: Leave me alone

Peri: To be more precise, 23 minutes and 43 seconds

Dev: That's enough, I can handle it myself, I'm not stupid

Peri: I didn't say that. I'm saying you need help

Dev: No.

Peri: *sighed* We are walking in a vicious circle *turned around, saw someone coming into the room* Kiddo

Dev: I asked you not to distract me

Peri: Why do you have a doll version of Hazel in your room?

Dev: What? *turned around, looked where Peri pointed* It's not mine. Did you do that?

Peri: No, I wouldn't have asked you then

Dev: *came up, picked up the doll, turned it over* (in his mind) "It's just like a real one, and pretty cute... Wait, stop" *looked at Peri* How did she end up here?

Peri: *shrugged his shoulders*

Plush Hazel: You have such beautiful hands!

*Both of them turned their heads sharply towards the doll*

Peri: What? *stifled a chuckle*

Dev: Eh?

PH: And the eyes, oh, I just love your eyes! Especially when you're not wearing glasses or lenses. And when you don't gel your hair. I like your curls so much, they look like a cloud. You're actually very handsome. And you are so sweet, kind and funny! And you're also smart, and the way you get carried away and immerse yourself in different things as much as possible

Dev: Wh-what? *red*

Peri: So, of course, it's great that you decided to figure everything out, but still take it easy mini version of Hazel, he's going to suffocate now

PH: In fact, I like almost everything about you! I've been wanting to say it for a long time, but I was afraid it would ruin everything. I love y-

Hazel: *run into the room, gasping, all red* WAIT, NO! *Takes the doll away from the Dev, shuts her mouth* COSMO, WANDA, DEACTIVATE THE WISH, NOW!

*The doll disappears*

Hazel: How much did she say, Dev?

Dev: *very red, inarticulate sounds*

Hazel: Dev?

Peri: Kid, you have to breathe, otherwise you're going to die

Hazel: *turned to Peri* How much did she say?

Peri: Well, you interrupted her at the moment when she confessed to D-

Hazel: Understand *blushed very much*

*standing, silent*

Peri: You know, I'm probably not going to bother you, I'm going to talk to my parents... *flying away*

Hazel: *sighed* Dev, I... God, please forgive me for what happened, I thought everything would be different. Well, I mean, I didn't think *starts explaining and talking a lot*

*Dev doesn't hear her*

Dev: (in his mind) "SHELOVESMESHELOVESMESHELOVESME. So, Dev, calmly, you need to think rationally, don't panic. Calmly. Nothing serious happened, it's just Hazel, who we've liked for a very long time, confesses her love to you. She confesses her love to me. Hazel. Hazel loves me. Hazel loves me. Oh my God"

Hazel: And I think I like you, is it mutual?

Dev: (in his mind) "I have to answer something. Something cool and normal"

Hazel: Dev?

Dev: (in his mind) "Devin, you can't just stand there and say nothing. Answer anything!"

Hazel: Is everything okay? I understand this is unexpected-

Dev: Cool, thanks

Hazel: Huh?

Dev: (in his mind) "NOT THAT"

Peri: Dev... *handface*

Dev: What did I just say out loud? *blushed even more* No, that's not what I meant! I didn't want to say it! Forget what I said! Peri, erase the last 30 seconds, I should have said something cool and normal!

Peri: Nope

Dev: What does "nope" mean?! Peri, this moment cannot go down in history like this! It should be anything but not this! You don't tell the girl you like, "cool, thanks"

Hazel: Do you like me?

Dev: Of course, I do! How can I not like you? you're sweet, kind, funny, cheerful, you always forgive me, even though I'm acting like a jerk. I'm acting like this even now! It should have been different...*covered his face with his hand*

Hazel: Hey, it's okay, really! *took his other hand* Moreover, I embarras myself with this doll. I should have told you everything right away

Dev: You didn't embarrass yourself, everything is good! Really!

Hazel: Oh, thanks *chuckle* And besides, it all turned out quite original, don't you think? *smiled*

Dev: *looked at their hands, smiled back, nodded*

*Cosmo, Wanda and Peri look at them with smiles on their faces*

Cosmo: Ohhh, that's so sweet, first love

Wanda: I remember how you and I confessed to each other, it was like yesterday

Peri: Wait, no, let's have you with declarations of love a little later. And let's leave them alone, because it seems to me that we are clearly superfluous here

Wanda: You're right, they still have a lot to discuss

*Leave them alone*

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Drunk: Bonus Scene - Part 2

Jaskier made it through the night, to Geralt's relief.

He woke, a bit groggy, but actually feeling pretty good for having gone on a binge last night. In fact, he barely had a hangover at all!

He spied Geralt sitting by the bed, watching him intently. He grinned cheekily and said, "Goodmorning, Sour Puss-!"

Jaskier was abruptly snatched up by the collar of his shirt.

Geralt shook him roughly, growling and snarling a reprimand that seemed to go on forever.

"So I got a wee bit tipsy last night-!"

Geralt cut him off with an inarticulate cat yowl.

"I'm beginning to get the uncomfortable feeling that something Not Good happened to me last night-!"

" 'NOT GOOD'?!" Geralt snarled. Words failing him, he gave Jaskier another violent shake and an enraged 'HMMMM!'

"I don't like your tone-!"

Jaskier quailed when Geralt yanked him up to eye level and hissed at him.

*"I won't do it again, Geralt, I promise!" Jaskier squeaked.

"You better f***ing not."

"I won't! I promise my days of debauchery are behind me! I shall henceforth drink responsibly!"

"Don't drink anymore for the next few days. You need to give your body time to recover."

"Oh, please--!"

Geralt: *giving Jaskier a hard shake and a threatening growl*

Jaskier: Okay, okay! I promise! No more drinking!"

It was a promise Jaskier had definitely made with his fingers crossed behind his back because that very same afternoon, he was three sheets to the wind when Geralt got back from a contract.

Geralt had enough.

He left his drunk bard at the inn. There was something he needed to do.

When Jaskier stumbled into their room that evening, Geralt was waiting, and he was not alone.

Jaskier made it to the room after navigating the stairs. He felt sort of weird.

It was hard to think, and he was confused. Where was he? Where was Geralt? Maybe he should go up these stairs.

It should have been easy, but the f***ing things kept moving when he tried to step on them. His head felt so foggy, and he felt really sluggish. Was he going to black out? Ohhh, he did not feel good! Maybe Geralt had been right. Maybe he shouldn't have had anymore ale...

By pure luck, he ended up at the correct room. He fumbled the door open after taking a few minutes to remember how a door worked and practically fell into the room.

He felt hands grab him, and he said, "Good catch, Geralt! I almost busted my face on the floor, which would have been horrible! I can't perform with a bruised face!"

Geralt didn't respond, which was rather curious...

Geralt didn't even get a chance to move when Jaskier fell into the room. Yennefer, lightning quick, darted forward and caught Jaskier before he hit the floor.

"Jaskier!", she exclaimed, shocked at his state. It was worse than Geralt had described.

Jaskier slurred something unintelligible, eyes unfocused, and his lips very pale. Yennefer gasped after a second of focusing her magic. There was so much alcohol in his system. Too much. She had to do something fast.

Later, she would admit to Geralt that maybe she'd panicked just a little, but it had been the best she could come up with.

"You thrice d*mned f***ing lunatic!", she cried, then hauled Jaskier up and backhanded him across the face.

Geralt thought that was the end of it, but Yennefer was not done.

"What-- *slap!*--the-- *slap!* -- f**k-- *slap!* --were-- *slap!* --you--- *slap!* --thinking?-- *slap!*

Jaskier gave her a few slow blinks in reply. "Wake-- *slap!* --up-- *slap!*--you-- *slap!* --f***ing-- *slap!*--tw*at -- *slap!*

Jaskier began reacting after the tenth or twelfth slap.

He didn't know what was happening at first, but then his head started to clear. The fog was beginning to go away, and he was starting to feel better. Except for the pain in his face. His cheeks were stinging for some reason...

Geralt could do nothing but laugh at the scene as Yennefer continued to punctuate each word she spat with a slap.

Jaskier, by now, was becoming clear headed enough to realize what was happening, and at whose hands he was suffering at.

His coordination was still off, and he was still a little buzzed, but he was now whimpering and yelping in time with the slaps.

Jaskier felt as if his head was clearing a little more with each smack.

His Northern accent was still slurred when he was finally able to remember how to speak.

"Yen--! C'n ye--! Am--!"

Yennefer was not satisfied with only moderate sobriety, though.

"You -- *slap!* --stupid-- *slap!* -- b**tard! *slap!* --Stop-- *slap!* --being-- *slap!* --drunk-- *slap!* --this-- *slap!* --instant! -- *slap!*"

Geralt was doubled over laughing. He didn't know how she was doing it -- if it was a spell, or sheer force of will -- but Yennefer was literally slapping Jaskier sober.

It was the most absurd thing he'd ever seen, but it was working! It was f***ing working!

Jaskier started babbling, begging her to stop, and Yennefer paused.

"You come back to your senses?", she asked, hand raised threateningly.

"Yes..." Jaskier panted meekly from where he'd fallen to his knees. He was completely sober. He was 100% raw dogging reality.

He was so sober that the idea that maybe he was turned on by this dynamic flat out refused to even cross his mind.

"Good!" Yennefer snarled, and then slapped him, hard, across the face.

Geralt choked back his laughter, wincing in sympathy. She'd put her whole arm into that slap.

"That's for almost killing yourself!" Yennefer said, then slapped him again, just as hard, "And that's for if you ever even think about doing that again! Lest ye forget, this is what awaits you!"

She gave him one more sharp smack, then released the collar of his shirt, turned to Geralt, and admonished him, "wipe that smile off your face! I'll do the same to you if you ever get that drunk!"

Geralt nodded mutely because he knew she f***ing would do it.

With one last stern warning, she summoned a portal and disappeared into its depths.

Awkward glances were exchanged, but neither Geralt nor Jaskier said a word as they turned in for what was left of the night.

The silence was finally broken several long minutes after they had gone to bed.

Jaskier said quietly from the dark next to Geralt, in a tone that was equal parts impressed and horrified, "That witch really did just slap the alcohol out of me!"

Geralt rolled over and laughed into his pillow, ignoring Jaskier's offended whining.

[kalinara]

So here are some thoughts about X-Manhunt.

First, it has all the usual flaws of this kind of big crossover adventure. It didn't seem all that clear that the writers were on the same page as to character motivation and beats. But then, I generally feel that way when I read cross-series events and I didn't really feel like this series was any better or worse. I'll be interested in rereading the series again once it's in Trade Paperback. It feels like the kind of story that reads better in that form than as a serial.

A funny thing about comics is that sometimes the incoherency or inconsistency between creative teams can lead to some really interesting elements for character analysis. And, in a weird way, I think Scott actually benefited from this.

IF there is an emotional throughline to this series, it's Scott and Charles. And while I've seen posts, rightfully, criticize the fact that Scott's motivations for wanting Xavier back in custody seem to be different in every scene and every book, I actually think that makes a certain amount of sense.

Scott's a represser, after all. He buries and avoids and denies, and that's how he tends to function. And his relationship with Xavier is complicated. It's always been. Even if we take a very narrow view and we look at the Krakoa era only, Scott's got a LOT to potentially be angry about.

How about the fact that Alex was made into a Hellion and given to Mr. Sinister, despite Scott's pleas and protests. The fact that Mr. Sinister was made a Council person at all is probably an even bigger one. The fact that Xavier's continued schemes and stratagems repeatedly led them to fall for Sinister's bullshit. Stasis's bullshit. Orchis bullshit. The fact that Scott ended up on trial for every single one of the Council's terrible decisions, the fact that Xavier actively sabotaged his rescue (thoughtlessly rather than maliciously, but it's not like he couldn't have contacted the guy at any point), the Agnew - even if Xavier didn't kill anyone in reality, he made Scott watch in simulacrum.

That's a pretty decent list. And that's not even getting into the fact that Scott spent six months being tortured, Krakoa's out of reach, it's more important that human-mutant relations go as well as possible because they don't really have anything else, and Xavier's idiot machinations have give everyone mutant-villain #1. You know, after months/years of presenting himself as the benevolent face of mutant kind.

So for me, the fact that Scott's motives are so incoherent actually works. Because he's repressed it all for so long and it's exploding out, and even he can't get it all straight because it's all there as a fucked up jumbled, inarticulate cry of rage and pain. It even makes sense to me that, in the end, he barely reacted to the revelation that the Agnew massacre didn't happen. The man is lost, tired, in despair, and the Agnew was just the tip of the iceberg. When Xavier is right there, spouting his usual bullshit, having learned apparently nothing...

As for the other characters...well...I'll leave it up to their fans to make sense of it all, if they want to. I'm a single character blogger after all. :-)

I actually rather liked the panic attack/power explosion moment. It IS very comic booky, which is disappointing when Scott's earlier attack was more subtly done. But I like that the thread isn't abandoned outright, and the power explosion is interesting. Scott's powers don't usually work that way, but it isn't without precedence. When his powers were out of control (or tampered with, IIRC) after AvX, it sometimes looked like that.

I do wonder if it might not also be connected to R-LDS, since Magneto's powers exploded out of control too. I wonder if it will come up in Adjectiveless.

There were admittedly a lot better ways to deal with Scott in a panic attack, but Wolverine stabbing him was pretty in character, I thought. And that monologue, silly as it was in parts, was probably the kindest Logan had been to Scott in years. And I'm including Krakoa in that assessment. I definitely enjoyed the banter after as well. And I never turn down an opportunity to make a penetration joke.

Xavier though, Xavier was frustrating in a way that I kind of knew would happen since he was arrested in the first place.

I never liked Xavier playing martyr in prison, because I always knew it'd end up this way. He was in there unjustly because he didn't kill the people of the Agnew, he kept quiet about that for everyone's benefit. Supposedly. But now it's revealed that he didn't do it, so he gets to fuck off to space happy ending style.

Except the Agnew was the least of Xavier's sins on Krakoa. The big issue with Xavier, which Scott touched on a few times, is that he keeps making unilateral decisions for everyone else.

From the beginning, Krakoa was a beautiful concept poisoned by secret scheming. You had Xavier, Magneto and Moira as a secret cabal, who were enforcing secret edicts and defying their own idealistic positions. (Destiny is problematic sure, but denying resurrection to precogs outright also screwed over innocent people like poor Blindfold. And opened them up to retaliation by Mystique when she got sick of being dicked around.

You had Xavier deciding outright, without any apparent input, that Sinister needed to be on the Council. His DNA stash was that important. The idea of STEALING said stash never comes up, despite the fact that we know damn well Sinister never got those samples consensually.

Xavier was King Arthur and his Council was his appointees, and every good decision was matched with stupidity. Sure, having former adversaries on the Council is a good idea. Exodus, I think, worked very well as a representative for the Acolytes. Even Apocalypse as a representation of the culture who originated with Krakoa. But rather than chronic backstabbers like Sebastian Shaw or Mystique - why not CALLISTO?

It seemed like, after Sins of Sinister, Xavier had finally realized that unilateral decision making was bad and was agreeing to elections. But then the Gala. You'd think Xavier might have learned something from the horror he felt when he thought he'd sent all of the Gala attendees to their deaths when he forced them through the gates. But no. Still more unilateral schemes. Ordering Rasputin to help him with his scheme, without caring (maybe without knowing) that he was interrupting his "son's" rescue, endangering Piotr and Logan in the process. Trying to murder thirteen year old Moira, and even if her memory was wiped, could a subconscious recollection have influenced why she felt like she had to choose Orchis over Krakoa to spare her own life?

And as mentioned, when he decided to (apparently) turn coat to Orchis, he had a good reason and it did accomplish some good. It did get him close enough to reason with Moira. BUT, in the process, he traumatized his "son" again, and, as mentioned, made the face of mutant society into the worst boogeyman ever. And he never seems willing to acknowledge any of that.

Scott wants to leave him in Graymalkin. And admittedly, that's pretty awful. I wouldn't wish my worst enemy in an extra-judicial prison. But honestly, if you think about it, what indication does Scott have that Xavier wasn't doing fine in there? He certainly meddled with everyone quite well before that, and when he shows up in Raid, it's under his own power, flanked by the teammates that he's mentally influenced. He doesn't seem to have been brainwashed like poor Fred and company, he's not beaten up by Hank. He seems fine!

I feel like, if they tried, someone could come up with an option that's not an extra-judicial prison OR fucking off to be Prince Consort of the Shi'ar Empire. But it is what it is.

I did get what I wanted in the end though: Xavier's out of jail, unable to play martyr anymore, and he's not going to be plaguing any of the X-teams or former members. And while I'm looking askance at "Imperial"- I have no interest in Prince Charles Xavier or the dodgy ethics at best of the Space Bird Empire- I have no need to read it.

Unless it crosses over with Phoenix, but maybe I'll be lucky and she'll eat him. (I still think someone should ask Jean exactly what she remembers of that time her split off alter ego possessed her husband and helped him kill their surrogate dad. I hope it's a fond memory.)

So yeah, in the end, I didn't hate it. The complaints, I think are valid, but there's a certain "greater than the sum of its parts" feel that I get from it that makes me really interested in rereading it as a trade.