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ficks-of-fancy2 · 2 months ago

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MHA is a nightmare and my personal punching bag

A lot of people like to say that MHA is bad. But a large sum of the fandom has largely ignored the actually problems with the story and characters as a whole. The problems that have been applauded despite the gaping flaws. So let's discus.

Where do I start? My Hero Academia is the single most horrible show I have watched for some time. It's good points are far and few between the shit show of it's story and characters. So it's small problems first. It's over sexualizaton of it the teens in it's cast is just abhorrent and I hold similar sentiments for the fandom in some cases. The villains frankly get too much attention, with one crazy man's ideology pulling all the weight of their missguided motive. Or everything being a direct result of one delusional man's puppeteering. Not to mention the overall demonization of mental illness and inherently flawed take of forgiving your abusers.

Midoriya and All Might is a toxic relationship. Sorry about the whiplash, allow me to explain. From the start we get to see Midoriya as a victim of Bakugo's almost constant abuse, but also his love of All Might. The idyllic and 'perfect' hero he aspires to be and is convenient to. Izuku Midoriya is All Might's convenient child because Midoriya is too blinded by his idol worship to see that All Might is using him to continue his battles, slowly grooming Midoriya into the next him. All Might is the last oasis in the desert of his life and Midoriya has none of the tools necessary to leave, All Might wont let him leave. And he goes unchallenged by the story for lifting up Midoriya's suicidal tendencies by preying on his need for validation through action. All Might is using Midoriya to desperately cling to his golden years and that is actively detrimental to Midoriya's growth as a character.

If I may compare Izuku to another similar character, and I shall. Mahiru Shirota is one of the protagonists of Servamp, a character driven manga about servant vampires or Servamps and their masters or Eves. Mahiru is the eve of sloth, his Servamp, Kuro or Sleepy Ash. Mahiru at the start of the story is almost identical to Midoriya through out mha, Mahiru is a convenient child for everyone in the story. He doesn't voice his objection or opinions beyond what you would expect from a kid like him. He aims to please and is almost suicidal in his pursuit of validation. But were Midoriya stagnates, Mahiru blooms, he grows to be more selfish and loving thanks to the logical end point of that stagnant arc, Kuro. Kuro was killed by sloth, his willingness to take the blame for a crime he didn't commit for the sake of his village. His selflessness and the inherent selfish need of external validation was no different than suicide. But were Kuro and Mahiru grow, Midoriya just doesn't, he rots on the vine and fails to become anything. His lack of growth makes him come off as winey and pathetic or just boring because he doesn't change for the better. His stint of vigilantism is just every adult in his life telling him that sacrificing himself is how he will atone for his inherited burden. For the sin of All Might's sloth for what Yagi and the other holders allowed to fester in the dark.

Bakugo Katsuki is... a good premise with bad execution. Bakugo's entire arc is learning to not be a fucking asshole, simple in premise and absolute horse shit in execution. From the word go, Bakugo is shown to be an abuser. Midoriya's abuser to be precise. Going so far as to actively tell Midoriya to kill himself. Now, Bakugo's abuse is born from a place of projection, Bakugo is a narcissist, not in the traditional sense, but more in a way that makes him unable to empathize with positive emotion in relation to himself and others. He is the center of the world, but at the same time he thinks of himself as worthless without his strength, unable to exist with the knowledge that he isn't the best of the best. Bakugo's arc ends far too late. Bakugo's arc should had started after the sports festival at his interaction with Best Jeanist leading to an apology tour and ended during the culture festival, his payoff during the fight against AFO Shigaraki and the vigilante Deku arc. Bonus points if Midoriya doesn't forgive him at first, leading to Bakugo working to regain that trust in more tangible ways. Have Bakugo seek towards empathy.

Ochako Uraraka isn't a character, not a well made one at least. To be fair this is something most of the cast suffers from. If it isn't the main protagonists or antagonists, the writer doesn't care. Uraraka is just the love interest without any depth of character beyond that. People like to pretend there is more going on, but I just don't see it. All of her 'growth' is motivated by her obsessive and honestly one sided love for Midoriya, a love that is only returned when Midoriya and she are looking for something to fill the void. It's toxic and terribly familiar to his and All Might's relationship. Midoriya is constantly put into the role of savior to all of these characters that don't in turn assist in his growth.

Speaking of Midoriya's role of savior, we have finally arrived at the L.O.V. The League of Villains is a good premise for an exploration of the inner politics of a world where 20% of the world lacks a unique superpower (that's still a lot BTW). Or to dive into the segregation of those with detrimental, uncontrollable, or 'villainous' quirks. The bigotry towards mutagenic quirks. Or an actual exploration of the inherent flaws of a society that has put a price tag on altruism, something more than senseless slaughter spearheaded by manchilds and mass murderers. The L.O.V deserved to be something more than the flawed argument of some fanatical lack of worthiness and some vague notion that rebellion against a already broken system is a problem. It's stupid, The League of Villains had potential to be actually interesting, but it was made into anarchy for the sake of it never even attempting to offer a solution to a system broken for those already in power.

Yet somehow we have missed the biggest point of what a hero is. A hero is a person who does what they can to save people who are hurt, broken, or lost. Even when they are the 'villains' or more plainly the mentally ill and those rejected by society. Somehow we have forgotten or ignored all of the Wake the Deads, the For the Man Who Has Everythings, the Flash And Substances, and the Epilogues. All the stories that told us that sometimes the best thing to do is be there for people. Being a hero isn't about fighting. It's just about being there. For the people, all of the people. But also understanding that some people can't be helped. People like Baby Doll and Shigaraki, Dabi and All For One, people too far gone or too hurt to help. Toga and Twice just needed help they weren't given. It is what was born of the legacy of All Might, peace and complacency, a smile hiding everyone else's tears. Every single crime committed by Shigaraki and the L.O.V is the direct fault of All Might. Because he refused to see the people he was fighting as what they were. Evil is often relative because to an ant a boot is evil. Rarely in the world does true evil exist and often it is taught or held in those who believe themselves without betters or equals.

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bigasswritingmagnet · 24 days ago

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Blood Will Out ch 1/30: Catalysis

Summary: When Agatha Sannikova learns she is, in fact, Agatha Heterodyne, she inadvertently kicks off a series of events that reopens old wounds, drags secrets into the light, and brings war to the doorstep of the all but defenseless Mechanicsburg. Saturnus struggles to crush his enemies with a town almost as broken as his body; Agatha, determined to undo the chaos she's unleashed, plunges into the depths of Castle Heterodyne.

Raised by a literal saint and the devil incarnate, Agatha - with an unleashed mind, a burning spark, and a band of very unexpected allies - will fight to do the unthinkable: be a good Heterodyne and a good person.

[The long awaited (by me) sequel to Relatively Speaking, This Will Probably be Fine and NOT a prequel to Helpful, in a Heterodyne Sort of Way, due to plot reasons.]

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The Heterodyne Valley was peaceful in the night. If one did not know its history, it would be easy to think of it as an oasis of fertile farmland and forest amidst the hardscrabble farms clinging to the unforgiving rock on the other side of the mountains. Cupped by the gentle hands of the valley, Mechanicsburg sat still and quiet in the darkness.

At an hour so late it was early, when the bars had closed but the bakers had not woken, Mechanicsburg was visible only as winding rivers of dim lamp light twining through pools of darkness. As they moved away from the tourist attractions and towards the Tumbles, the rivers split into tributaries: smaller streets lined with houses and more reasonably priced shops. One such shop was Muller’s Miscellaneous, where machinists could buy parts and sell scrap.

To the left of the building was a dingy alleyway. During the day it was used to haul materials and merchandise in and out. This late at night, the only occupants were a two-headed rat and the frantic tabby cat it was chasing. The alley led around to the back of the shop, providing access to the door and window.

The door was locked tight. The window was open. Fresh scratches marred the wood around the latch, which now hung slightly loose, forced out of place by a hand unused to breaking, let alone entering. Through the open window was the storeroom. It was filled with stacked metal sheets of varying compositions and sizes, buckets of gears, boxes of screws and nails, Gordian knots of copper wires. In the very center of it all, surrounded by a mandala of half-built parts and materials…

…was a girl.

She was approximately fifteen, splayed legs showing the gangliness of an unfinished teenage growth spurt, her long blonde hair breaking free of its ponytail to press sweaty strands against her ashen cheeks. Behind thick round glasses, her eyes were glazed. Her mouth hung open as she panted for air, unable to breathe past the blood that trickled from her nose.

Agatha’s headaches were usually like a vice or a bear trap, a sharp pressure that faded quickly when she let it drive her away from whatever had brought on the attack. But she had not let it drive her away this time, and after an hour, it had become spikes of white hot metal in her brain, pulsing with her heartbeat.

She had never been in so much pain in her life.

She did not let it stop her.

Agatha had been trying to build this for five years, and for five years she had been driven to tears of frustration as the pain chased her away. But not this time.

She wasn’t sure what had made that specific headache different, why this time the pain had filled her with a spiteful, stubborn contrariness, but it had. Agatha had decided she was far too old – almost an adult, as far as she was concerned – to allow her own misfiring neurons to hold her back. She was sick of it. Sick of the feeling of things being just out of reach, sick of knowing she could do things and not being able to.

Sick of failure.

‘I’m impressed at your recovery,’ Doctor Sun had said, the immovable calm to Saturnus’ unstoppable stubborn indignation. ‘But the damage is not all from your heart or the muscle atrophy.”

In a strange way, though, it had gotten easier to think. The constant, endless agony was so consistent, she could almost let it fade into background noise.

Agatha’s trembling fingers hovered over a pile of neatly sorted screws, trying to remember what she’d been doing. Right. The joints in the legs. She tried to imagine the chair climbing up the stairs that connected to the road outside the bakery.

‘No, you can’t just give yourself a new pair of legs. The problem is in your brain. The part of it that connects with the muscles is damaged, and that is not something I can repair – and neither can you.’

He kept trying, though. The memory of Saturnus on the floor, face covered in blood from hitting the nightstand on the way down, haunted her still.

Like a spider. Second and fourth sets would operate as counterbalances – hold it steady while the first set reached and the third set pushed forward. Carefully she checked her blood-spattered notes, reminding herself of what kind of joint she was trying to build. What did it look like again?

‘A chair? Oh yes, being pushed around by some minder, that sounds perfect, letting the whole world know I can’t even turn a wheel with my own strength. I leave this house on working legs or in a box!’

A chair that could walk and climb, propelled by clockwork. The idea had flown in on wings of pain.

Blatantly evil Lord Saturnus may be, but Agatha loved him dearly, just as much as she did the virtuous Teodora. In her head, Grandfather came as easily as Lord Saturnus – easier, even . Grandm — Teodora was a bulwark against the world, protector and defender, and within the stronghold of her home, there was Saturnus to understand.

He never told her she wasn’t broken, or that there was nothing wrong with her. Neither did he let her succumb to self-loathing. Broken is not the same as useless. Though she was just some orphan that a friend of his estranged son had dumped on him, he loved her like flesh and blood.

It was getting hard to see. White light was chewing at the edges of her vision, and she had to squint to see past the colored halos dancing in front of her. She hadn’t even turned anything on yet, but she was sure she smelled something burning.

Hands clamped down on her shoulders, and the screws tumbled from her fingers. She had to blink several times to focus on the face in front of her, and it took another few seconds to recognize Herr Müller, whose shop she had chosen to…patronize.

“Miss Sannikova!” He was shouting, but he wasn’t angry – he looked scared, actually. Perhaps he was just making sure he could hear her. His voice was so far away from her ears. “Agatha!”

“I can pay for the pieces,” she said, and heard only a strange gurgling sound. “I wasn’t sure how many I’d need so I thought I would pay for what I used, after.”

“Get a doctor!” Müller bellowed over his shoulder. “Agatha, can you hear me?”

His mouth kept moving but the pain in her head was audible now, roaring in her ears, making it impossible to even hear herself think. She began to hum, a cracked and broken sound that had no melody.

Saturnus, seated in the hated wheelchair beside the hospital bed of the girl who did not know she was his granddaughter, found himself distracted by the thought of what an excellent tableau they all made. Agatha lying between them, drawn and pale. On either side, her grandparents, perfect visual and moral opposites.

Saturnus had been an intimidating figure, once upon a time, built in size and shape much like a particularly clean-shaven bear. Even when middle age had come to call, thinning his copper hair and softening his middle, he had maintained his strength.

Not any more. Not ever again, as a point of fact. Spending just under a decade half-dead and immobile, bedridden and insensate, took its toll. Even after Agatha had drawn him back into the waking world, even with wife and granddaughter ensuring he stuck with the tortures Sun had the nerve to call ‘physical therapy’, he’d never regain more than a fraction of his old strength. He was an old man now, and he looked every inch of it, right down to sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket over the useless sticks of his legs.

In contrast, his wife, whom time had touched with a much gentler hand.

Teodora Vodenicharova was tall and slender, with bright brown eyes and a long, elegant face. Their frantic race to get dressed and to the hospital had not left her time to put herself together in her usual impeccable appearance. Her long gray hair was still in a braid, not wound up in its usual complex bun, and her dress did not match the sash around her waist.

Despite all her time in Mechanicsburg, she maintained the fashions of her homeland, and wore simple dresses of muted colors, given shape by embroidered sashes and brightened by flashes of color at the hems and buttons. It rankled Saturnus that she dressed like a peasant, and often he wished she would let him deck her in the jewels and finery befitting the Lady of Mechanicsburg.

Not that she required fine clothing to be distinguished from the common folk. Even now as she stood braced for the explosion of fury and outrage she knew would be coming, she held herself tall and proud, regal as any queen, just as always.

Saturnus turned his head away from her, and his gaze fell on Agatha’s locket on the bedside table, wound up in its chain. Saturnus reached out and picked it up, but did not open it. He could feel the effect of the locket, but he was a grown man and a strong Spark, so it was nothing but a faint tingling in the base of his skull. Nothing he could not ignore. He doubted he would even notice if he didn’t know it would be there.

“How did you ever manage it?” he asked, turning the locket over in his hands. “All those years, watching her suffer, listening to her talk about herself like that? Knowing what it was. Knowing you could stop it.”

Teodora said nothing. He laughed briefly, soft and humorless.

“Funny. I’m pretty sure I was meant to be the evil one in this relationship.”

He heard Teodora’s sharp inhale. In a few quick strides she rounded the bed to stand beside him. When she spoke, it was with a rage that trembled with the effort of keeping quiet.

“Is that supposed to wound me? As if your good opinion was ever anything but a curse? As if I never prayed that you would grow bored and send me away again? Don’t you dare fool yourself into thinking that my heart has gone soft with time, Lord Heterodyne.”

But all he did was let out a soft, amused hum, and give her a condescending smile.

“So that’s it, then. The great, noble Teodora Vodenicharova played dutiful wife by her husband’s side, not for love, not for duty…but because you enjoyed seeing me brought low. Seems you fit into this family quite well.”

“How dare you—!” Teodora, white with rage, actually tried to slap him. He caught her arm easily and dragged her in, meeting her furious glare with his own hard, cold stare.

“You certainly seem wounded by my poor opinion,” he said.

“That is not why I did it, and this has nothing to do with you. I did what I thought was necessary,” Teodora hissed, her voice hoarse. “I did what I thought was best to keep. Her. Safe.”

“And if I think this is a cruel and terrible thing, what does that say about you?” He released her and sat back in the wheelchair. He’d consented to it only to get to the Great Hospital to see Agatha, far too terrified to even feel the sting to his pride.

“Barry said she started breaking through when she was five— ”

“If he’d done it to anyone but flesh and blood,” Saturnus interrupted. “I’d be downright proud of him.”

Saturnus saw the words hit Teodora, saw her flinch, and bore down.

“But as it is, I am having trouble understanding why you were willing to go along with your son putting our granddaughter’s mind on a choke-chain leash without having the decency to tell her WHY!”

For the first time in all their years of marriage, Teodora took a step back – but Teodora was Teodora. She had stood up to the Lord of Mechanicsburg, again and again and again, and had not just lived but won. Teodora was kind and gentle and would come down like a hammer on any threat to those she loved as fiercely as any Heterodyne. When Saturnus had declared her sons ruined, told her that he planned to kill them and start over, Teodora had stopped him. Not just stopped him, forced him to stand down, forced him to hand his beloved town to his “ruined” son, permanently, and let him rule and ruin as he pleased.

And Saturnus loved her still, with all his heart.

“What would you have done, in his place?” she challenged. “You think a five-year-old has the capability of understanding such an abstract danger? She would have had that thing off in seconds. Even now, I don’t think she’s old enough. She’ll get frustrated or want the pain to stop—”

“She thinks she is broken!”

“We cannot keep her safe.”

The words were like a hammer blow.

“Those headaches are half the reason no one thinks she could possibly be who she is!” Teodora said. “If anyone ever so much as doubted that? They would come for her, and there is no guarantee this town could protect her. Your pride was nearly the death of you, but I will not let you put her in mortal danger simply because you don’t want to admit that you are not the man you were, and this town cannot do what it is meant to do.”

“She—”

“Am I wrong?”

“She needs—”

“Am. I. Wrong.”

Saturnus couldn’t look at her. Yes, he was furious on Agatha’s behalf. Yes, it was a horrific thing to do to a girl, to keep doing to her. But it was no small part of him that did not want to admit that this device was better protection than he could provide. That this pain might be the best thing they could do for her.

He could not protect his grandchild.

Again.

Agatha stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. Her brow furrowed.

“Ow,” she whispered. Her gaze fell on Saturnus and Teodora. Her hazy expression grew puzzled. She looked around at the hospital room, and down at herself, and realized where she was. “Am I in trouble?”

“No,” Teodora said gently, reaching out and squeezing her hand. “No, darling, you’re not in trouble.”

“Important life lesson,” Saturnus said, attempting to sound jovial. “If you scare everyone badly enough, you can get away with anything.”

“Saturnus,” Teodora scolded, but Agatha giggled weakly. Her smile faded when Saturnus reached out and stroked her hair.

“What the hell were you doing?” he asked, gently.

“I was building you a chair,” she said softly. “Something you wouldn’t have to push. I thought maybe if you didn’t need help, you wouldn’t mind being seen in it. But every time I tried to build it, I got the headache and I just…”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“I was just so tired of being broken.” She began to cry, and Saturnus felt his heart break in ways he didn’t know it could. He took Agatha’s hand in both of his, squeezing tightly.

“Don’t do it again,” he said, nearly begging. “Broken or not, yours is a marvelous mind, and I would not have you cauterize it for anything – but especially not for me.”

“I wanted to help .”

“I know, I know. Here. When you’re well enough to leave, we’ll go back home and build it together. And go nice and slow, so neither of our bodies has reason to try and kill us, hmm?”

Her smile was weak, and he knew it wouldn’t be satisfying. She was a teenager, a Spark, a Heterodyne , and Saturnus knew that there was no feeling like watching your first big project cut a swath of destruction across the land and being able to think I did that, all on my own.

“Oh,” Agatha said. “You’ve got my locket.”

She reached for it, but Saturnus pulled away.

“No jewelry in the hospital,” he lied. “Put it on when you go home.”

“The doctor wants to keep you overnight, just in case,” Teodora said, putting a gentle hand on Agatha’s knee. “We’ll see how you feel in the morning.”

Agatha nodded and closed her eyes. Neither Saturnus or Teodora spoke until Agatha’s breathing was the slow, steady rhythm of sleep.

“You didn’t tell her,” Teodora said, not voicing the question.

“I thought it would be best to wait ‘til we get home. The locket, her parents – when we tell her, she’ll be angry, and I’d rather she not shout at us where half of Mechanicsburg could hear.”

“We’re not telling her.”

“Like hell we’re not—”

“ No. She’s too young, and she’s a terrible liar.”

“After all that, you still want her to wear it,” Saturnus said, amazed. “After what we just saw, what she just said, you still —”

“Do you think I’m enjoying this?” Teodora demanded. “I hate this just as much as you do, but we do not have a choice, Saturnus.”

“If you don’t tell her, I will.”

“No. You won’t.”

“And how exactly will you stop me? Kill me?”

The expression on Teodora’s face was very like the one she’d worn the day she’d told him he would not be killing their sons. When she spoke, her voice was ice and steel.

“I do not need to kill you.”

Saturnus tried to glare at her, but it was like trying to stare down the sun. And still, he loved her. More, really. When she got like this, he couldn’t help but think if she’d been a little less compassionate, she could have rivaled the Skull Queen herself.

He looked away.

“I can’t do it again,” Teodora said, in a much gentler voice. “I can’t. Klaus Barry was bad enough – for both of us. I won’t lose another grandchild.”

Agatha inhaled sharply, and they both froze. But she simply sighed in her sleep and rolled over.

They watched over her in silence until visiting hours ended, both too lost in their own thoughts, feeling no less trapped and miserable for worries shared.

They did not speak again until the next morning, when a breathless, terrified nurse appeared at their door to tell them that Agatha was gone.

#girl genius #agatha heterodyne #grandfather saturnus au #saturnus heterodyne #teodora vodenicharova #this thing is just over 79k words and may end up longer as I tweak it

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anyamaris · 6 months ago

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Title: Devoted To You

Word Count-1359

Summary-As you tend your garden, you're unaware of the presence watching over you.

Pairing- GuardianAngel!Soobin x F!Reader

Trope/AU-Supernatural/dark fluff/light yandere?

Warnings-Allusion to past abuse, allusion to death, mentions of harm (not from Soobin), Soobin is enthralled with you so that's where the light yandere comes in. I think that's it? If you're sensitive to allusion to abuse, I'd avoid.

A/N-This is my second entry for The Language Of Flowers event from @cultofdionysusnet! Thank you to @starlitmark for being my beta reader and @sanjoongie for approving my little dark twist and listening to me talk it all out, I appreciate you both so very much for it!

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The soft chatter of birdsong welcomes you as you step outside to greet the dawn.

The amber hue of the sunrise dances upon the fresh morning dew, enhancing the already tranquil beauty of your quaint garden.

The tiny hairs on the back of your neck stir in the cool spring breeze as you tie it back, eager to check the growth of your precious blooms.

Kneeling to inspect the seedlings, you can’t help but coo over the tiny little buds already showing off a variety of colors.

Each sprout receives your gentle touch, every seedling treated to a tender caress; a soft smile graces your lips as you take in the life you’ve steadily coaxed from the barren earth with your own two hands.

It seems as if ages have passed since escaping to your sanctuary in the quiet countryside; since you’d left behind the chaos of your former life.

As you walk amongst the garden you’ve carefully cultivated, you can’t help but remember the muddy plot of land you’d been faced with last autumn upon your arrival.

It was as if the land was a representation of your own personal rebirth, the ground once riddled with rocks and weeds had been meticulously cleared away to make room for new life.

No more were the strangling roots that lurked beneath the soil, gone were the dangerous stones that threatened the fragile growth of your precious plants.

Your smile slips a bit as you remember the event that brought you here.

Shaking your head to rid yourself of your dark memories, you brush your fingertips over the tight buds of a nearby bloom, your eyes drawn to the one anomaly in your otherwise well plotted garden.

A beautiful cluster of white roses.

Unable to stop yourself, you wander over to the unexpected addition to your garden.

The long green stems are strong and hardy, thick thorns lining the length.

Carefully you reach out to cup a single blossom, stroking the silky white petals.

Despite being colorless, these stand out amongst the colorful variety of plants you’ve chosen.

You can’t quite explain it, but the appearance of this rose bush sets your mind at ease.

Upon your arrival here, you hadn’t paid much mind to the environment at first; terror had driven you far away from what you used to call home to this unfamiliar oasis.

The fall leaves had coated the barren yard, and before you knew it, winter was descending and you’d only given thought to your survival.

Time had passed, and the fear of being found had gradually abated by the time you’d truly begun to plan your new hobby.

The kind people in town had directed you to a small shop, and you’d picked out each and every little seed pack carefully.

You intended to nurture your new life much as you are this plot of land: slowly, deliberately, hoping for your own internal restoration as you watched the slow growth around you.

Leaning down to inhale the fragrant rose in your hand, you let your eyes flutter closed as the warmth of the climbing sun kisses your skin.

Awakening every morning was a blessing, you knew this deep in your heart, and these precious white roses remind you of that.

A sense of healing and calm radiates over you as you open your eyes to the beautiful blooms.

Smiling, you take a moment longer to let your gaze linger on the plant, your fingers careful to not draw blood from the thorny stems.

Pondering if you’ve grown your own barbs to protect yourself, you turn to make your way into your small sanctuary as you hum along to the birdsong around you.

Somewhere deep inside your soul, you thank whatever force had answered your prayers on that dark, horrible night months ago as you treasure the new life you’ve been given.

A tall figure stands openly outside of your garden gate, unseen to your mortal eyes.

He can’t help but beam as he watches you appreciate the large rose bush, his heart stuttering at how delicately you caress the bloom.

How he wishes that you could know what this means to him…what you mean to him.

The bright morning sun illuminates a smile that was nowhere to be seen months ago, the hollows beneath your eyes now flush with health.

He whispers your name reverently as he takes you in, only the small blue bird perched on his shoulder chirruping in response.

“She won’t ever know.” He responds, receiving only a fluttering of wings in response.

“She doesn’t need to, don’t be selfish.”

His words are more directed at himself and he can’t help but scold his own greedy thoughts.

How he longed to tell you his name, to hear it fall from your lips like a prayer.

“Soobin. My name is Soobin.” he whispers, as he does every day, fully knowing you’ll never hear his voice or his words.

This does not make him unhappy or dejected, as he has the unique privilege of being your guardian angel.

Golden light surrounds you as you go about your morning, and he admires how blissful you look as you safely go through your day.

His features darken as he once more remembers the night you called to him, the horrible creature who was choking the precious life from you.

His large white wings tremble in recollection; your lifeless form in that monster’s grip, each shallow breath close to becoming your last.

There is no doubt your escape was a blur, but he could recall each moment vividly.

From the moment he spirited you away from that horrible situation, he’d sworn to you and himself that he would never leave your side.

For when he’d torn you from that brute’s arms and taken you to safety, there was a moment that shook him to his very core.

He rests his long delicate fingers over his chest, his eternal heart speeding up as he recalls your eyes as they met his.

In that one brief moment, as you gazed upon him at the brink of death, you’d uttered only a few words.

But you’d spoken them directly to him, you’d seen him as your light had trembled on the verge of extinguishing.

“You came…thank you...”

Those precious words and the grateful look in your eyes had given him his true purpose.

For Soobin, it mattered little that you would never know his name.

That one sacred moment your eyes had met, he’d vowed to never leave your side.

Each morning you looked upon those white roses, it was as if you were looking upon him once more.

Every time you touched the silken petals of a bloom, it was as if you spoke those words to him again.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you now, his delicate mortal angel.

You’d given him a gift the day you’d called out to him, and he would continue to keep you safe from any harm until the very end.

He watched as you’d slowly begun to recover from the tragedy he’d saved you from; he’d seen the fear turn to hope gradually with each passing day.

Unbeknownst to you, that beast who’d threatened to take you from this earth had come to find you.

On a dark winter’s night, that fiend had attempted to creep into the sanctuary you now called home in order to snuff out the light in your eyes once more.

Yet, now you weren’t alone.

Now, you had your Guardian Angel and there was no way Soobin would allow this malicious being to continue to threaten you.

He watches as you hum a small tune, the small blue bird flitting off to sing along with you, a smile curling his lips as you laugh with delight.

You need never know that the monster that once stalked you in the night was now feeding the very roses you admired every morning.

For Soobin, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you, and his eyes shine with joy as he basks in the sound of your beautiful voice.

He would always remain by your side.

Devoted to you.

#cultofdionysusnet #soobin x reader #Choi Soobin fic #TXT AU #codn: spring24 #Soobin fanfic #TXT fanfic

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Androbesity

BHM Weight Gain / Masculinization

Just chapters 1-4 for now.

Chapter 1: The Campus

Nestled in the arid desert between Las Vegas and Palm Springs, far from the prying eyes of the world, lies the Androbesity Campus. A sanctuary designed for a singular purpose: to normalize and encourage obesity in adult men. This secluded haven, reminiscent of a luxury resort, is an ambitious social experiment aimed at redefining societal norms and offering a new perspective on health, community, and self-worth.

The concept of Androbesity was born from the minds of visionary thinkers who saw an opportunity to challenge the pervasive stigmas surrounding obesity. They believed in celebrating the intelligence and unique attributes of obese men, providing them a space to thrive without the constraints of a society that often judges them harshly. Thus, the Androbesity program was established, inviting one man from each U.S. state and territory, including Washington D.C., Puerto Rico, Guam, and American Samoa, to live on the campus for four years, from ages 22 to 25.

Each year, 54 men are selected based on three criteria: high intelligence, significant obesity, and a commitment to fully participating in an experimental community. These men are chosen not just for their physical attributes but also for their potential to contribute intellectually and socially to the community. By the end of the four-year cycle, the campus hosts 216 residents, creating a diverse and dynamic environment.

Located in the harsh, sun-baked desert, the Androbesity Campus is a self-contained oasis where no one needs to venture outside. The campus is also a hub for research into supporting the complications and modifications required by an obese adult population. AO Corp, the organization behind Androbesity, is developing products designed to promote obesity and make it more socially desirable. Their efforts extend to media development, including informational programming, reality shows, and scripted series, all aimed at making an obese lifestyle more visible and accepted. Some former AO Men have already transitioned into careers as paid actors for AO Media, becoming the faces of this new movement.

The men arrive at Androbesity with varied backgrounds, each bringing their unique perspectives and experiences. They are introduced to a world where their size is not just accepted but celebrated. Here, they live and work remotely, supported by state-of-the-art facilities that cater to their every need. The campus is equipped with luxurious living quarters, expansive recreational areas, and cutting-edge technology, all designed to foster a sense of belonging and well-being.

Upon arrival, the new residents are greeted by a welcoming committee of peers and staff who guide them through the orientation process. The campus is a self-sustaining ecosystem, with each resident contributing to the community through remote work and participation in communal activities. The emphasis is on building a supportive network where every individual feels valued and empowered.

Among the new cohort are diverse individuals such as:

- Malik from New York, a talented musician whose creativity flourishes in the supportive environment of Androbesity. His initial skepticism about the program gives way to appreciation as he finds himself inspired by the communal spirit and the freedom to express himself without judgment.

- Joshua from South Carolina, a dedicated software developer who finds the campus’s advanced technological infrastructure ideal for his work. He discovers that the environment not only enhances his professional life but also provides a supportive community that encourages personal growth.

- Diego from Puerto Rico, an innovative entrepreneur who sees the potential in AO Corp’s mission. He brings his entrepreneurial spirit to the campus, collaborating on new product ideas and enjoying the camaraderie of like-minded individuals.

- Matt from Wisconsin, a former athlete whose journey to obesity has been one of both physical and emotional transformation. He finds solace in the acceptance and understanding offered by the Androbesity community, allowing him to redefine his identity and embrace his new lifestyle.

The gates of Androbesity symbolize a threshold to a new way of life, one where these men can explore their potential without societal pressures. The campus, with its lush gardens, sparkling lakes, and modern architecture, is a place of beauty and tranquility. It is a closed society, with strict privacy measures in place to ensure that the residents can live freely without external scrutiny. Visitors are allowed only on designated visiting days, twice a month, ensuring that the integrity and serenity of the community are maintained.

As the first chapter of this epic unfolds, we follow the journey of these men, each from a different part of the United States and its territories. Their stories will delve into their daily lives, their interactions, and the unique social structures that develop within this experimental community. It will explore how Androbesity reshapes their identities, fosters deep bonds, and creates a space where they can redefine what it means to live fully and unapologetically as obese men in modern America.

Through their stories, we will witness the power of acceptance, the strength of community, and the profound impact of living in an environment free from the limitations imposed by conventional societal norms. Welcome to Androbesity, where a new chapter in the lives of these remarkable men begins.

Chapter 2: Guaranteed Gains

From the moment they step through the gates of Androbesity, the men are enveloped in a sense of liberation. Here, their obesity is not just accepted but embraced, and they are encouraged to explore the fullness of life without the typical societal constraints. Yet, hidden within the layers of welcoming gestures and luxurious amenities lies an unspoken truth: weight gain is not just an expectation, but a requirement.

Buried in the fine print of their contracts is the clause that binds them to a pact of inevitable transformation. Each year, the Board of Directors of Androbesity convenes in a secret meeting to determine the minimum weight gain for that year. The specifics vary, depending on the scenarios the Board wishes to explore and the occupations of the men. This calculated approach ensures that each individual’s experience aligns with the overarching goals of the experiment.

The men are never informed of the exact minimum weight they are expected to gain. Instead, they are monitored closely, and if they fall behind, they are gently but firmly guided back on track. Monthly assessments by Androbesity’s team of specialized doctors ensure that every resident is progressing towards the unseen target. The corrective actions are subtle yet effective, tailored to ensure compliance without overt confrontation.

Resistance is not uncommon. Some men, buoyed by their newfound freedom, may attempt to assert control over their bodies, choosing to eat less or even trying to lose weight. These periods of rebellion are anticipated by Androbesity, serving as opportunities to test and refine their methods for countering diet resistance. The doctors at Androbesity, known as AO Doctors, never argue or confront. Instead, they employ a range of psychological and physiological strategies designed to ensure compliance.

For example, Malik from New York, a talented musician, initially resists the constant indulgence. His strict regime soon falters under the relentless hospitality of Androbesity. Meals are tailored to his tastes, abundant and irresistible. The supportive environment subtly reinforces positive associations with overeating, making resistance increasingly futile.

Joshua from South Carolina, a disciplined and health-conscious software developer, tries to maintain his previous eating habits. However, his environment soon proves too tempting. The campus's advanced technological infrastructure and social activities make it easy for him to lose track of his calorie intake.

Diego from Puerto Rico, an innovative entrepreneur, views the mandated weight gain as a challenge to his autonomy. His initial attempts to maintain his weight are met with increased social activities centered around food. The pressure is never overt, but the implications are clear—he is expected to participate fully in the culinary culture of Androbesity.

Matt from Wisconsin, a former athlete, struggles with the psychological aspects of his weight gain. His competitive nature drives him to challenge the system, but the community's acceptance and understanding begin to erode his resistance.

As the year progresses, each man’s journey towards the mandated weight gain becomes a testament to Androbesity’s underlying mission. The methods employed to ensure compliance are meticulously documented, providing invaluable data for the Board. These strategies, once perfected, hold the potential to extend beyond the campus, influencing societal norms and promoting universal male obesity.

The men, immersed in their lives on the campus, become living experiments in a controlled environment designed to reshape their identities and physicalities. The careful balance of freedom and control, indulgence and discipline, creates a unique dynamic where resistance is met with gentle yet unwavering redirection.

Chapter 3: The Call

The camera panned over the serene, sun-soaked landscape of the Androbesity campus, capturing its pristine beauty before cutting to a close-up of Malik, seated comfortably on a plush armchair in his well-appointed room. The setting was warm and inviting, designed to put him at ease as he prepared to share his story with the world. The AO Media team had set up the perfect ambiance, with soft lighting and a backdrop that highlighted the modern elegance of the campus.

Malik took a deep breath, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of emotions as he began to speak. "When I got the call from Androbesity, it was a moment of pure disbelief. I mean, how often do you get a call telling you that you’re both incredibly intelligent and, well, significantly overweight?"

He chuckled softly, the sound tinged with a hint of irony. "It’s a strange combination, right? Society doesn’t often put those two things together. You’re either seen as the smart guy or the fat guy, rarely both. But here I was, being recognized for my intelligence and my size. It was surreal."

The video cut to scenes of Malik’s life before Androbesity: a cluttered apartment in New York, stacks of music sheets on a piano, and glimpses of his bustling life as a musician. The narration continued over these images, providing a glimpse into the world he had left behind.

"I was always torn between my passions and my appearance," Malik explained. "Music was my escape, but my weight was always this shadow hanging over me. When the call came, it felt like someone had finally seen me for who I really am—a talented, intelligent man who also happens to be obese."

The video shifted back to Malik in his room, his expression growing more introspective. "There’s a conflict that comes with that call. On one hand, you’re flattered and excited. Androbesity is prestigious. It’s an honor to be chosen. But then there’s the other part of you that questions it. Am I really that fat? Can I really leave my life behind for four years?"

He paused, his gaze drifting as if recalling the moment vividly. "But then you think about the opportunity. The chance to be part of something bigger than yourself. To be in a place where your size isn’t a burden but a badge of honor. And the more you think about it, the harder it becomes to say no."

The scene transitioned to Malik walking through the campus, interacting with fellow residents, and engaging in various activities. The sense of community and acceptance was palpable, a stark contrast to the isolation he had often felt back in New York.

"Androbesity isn’t just about living with your size," Malik continued. "It’s about gaining perspective, gaining confidence. Here, you’re not just accepted; you’re celebrated. Your intelligence, your talents, your size—they all matter. They all make you who you are."

The camera zoomed in on Malik’s face, capturing the sincerity and depth of his words. "So, why don’t you say no? Because deep down, you know this is a chance to be part of something revolutionary. To challenge the norms, to embrace who you are fully. It’s not just an experiment; it’s a new way of life. And that’s something you just can’t walk away from."

While Malik spoke passionately about the community and acceptance at Androbesity, he never mentioned the weight gain explicitly. This unspoken rule was well understood among the residents. Discussions about their weight and the expectations surrounding it were kept private, shared only with trusted friends and the AO Doctors. On camera, the focus remained on the positive aspects of their experience, maintaining the program's image of empowerment and self-discovery.

The video ended with a panoramic view of the Androbesity campus at sunset, the sky ablaze with colors, symbolizing the dawn of a new era for men like Malik. As the screen faded to black, Malik’s final words resonated in the silence: "This is where we redefine what it means to be smart, to be fat, to be human."

Chapter 4: The Bottomless Plate

Matt sat at the long dining table, the last of his fellow residents having long since left. He speared the final piece of roast beef from the platter in front of him and savored it, wondering if tonight would be the night they told him he couldn't have more. The thought gnawed at him, almost as much as his insatiable appetite.

In his former life in Wisconsin, Matt was accustomed to being told when enough was enough. At every buffet and family gathering, there came a point when someone would gently suggest he’d had his fill. But here at Androbesity, things were different. No one had yet told him to stop, and the abundance seemed limitless.

"Can I get more of that dessert?" he asked a passing server, pointing to the now-empty plate of chocolate cake.

"Of course, Mr. Matt," the server replied with a smile, heading back to the kitchen without hesitation.

Matt leaned back in his chair, his belly pressing against the table. He glanced around, noting the discreet cameras mounted in the corners of the dining hall. He knew they were there, but he didn't realize their full purpose. AO Media captured every meal he consumed, creating timelapse videos of his expanding stomach. These videos were studied in board meetings, analyzed for insights into their subjects' growth and behavior.

While Matt feared the day they might say no, AO Corp had no intention of letting that happen. His voracious appetite was precisely what they wanted to encourage, a living testament to their philosophy. The more he ate, the more valuable his data became for their research and media content. They were always prepared to bring more food, always ready to satisfy his cravings

Yet, the staff maintained the illusion of potential limits. They never outright offered more food unprompted; they waited for Matt to ask, ensuring he felt a sense of agency and uncertainty.

As he waited for his dessert, Matt pondered his peculiar situation. "They'll have to cut me off someday," he mused, half to himself. "No one can eat like this forever without someone stepping in."

But the truth was, the staff had no plans to curb his consumption. The more Matt ate, the more compelling his story became for AO Media, and the more data they collected on his extraordinary growth. His gradual transformation was a critical part of their secret plan to understand and promote the acceptance of obesity.

The server returned with a generous slice of chocolate cake, even larger than the last. Matt's eyes widened with delight as he dug in, savoring every rich bite. The cameras recorded his every move, capturing the subtle changes in his body with each meal.

"Enjoy, Mr. Matt," the server said warmly before leaving him to his feast.

Matt wondered how long this unlimited bounty could last. He finished the cake, feeling the familiar mix of satisfaction and curiosity. But for now, there were no limits in sight, only the promise of more.

And so, he continued to indulge, blissfully unaware of the true extent of Androbesity's plans. The staff remained ever accommodating, refilling his plate as many times as he requested, ensuring that Matt's journey of growth would never be interrupted.

#bhm weight gain #masculinity #masculinization kink #androphilia #tf story

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astrolocherry · 2 years ago

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Birthday Sun in the 7th House - Dressed in Her Sunset Best

written by #astrolocherry

The individual with the Sun in the 7th House is here to learn and teach us about the laws of relating to other people in our world. This is a challenging position for the Sun, whose strong archetypal ego and sense of self becomes severely compromised in the House of Libra. The individual is likely to display more qualities associated with the Libra sign than the Sun sign at birth. It can make her particularly difficult for other people - and her own self to pin down and capture a clear image of who she is. The 7th House or the descendent is positioned on the western hemisphere of the horoscope where the sun sets. Aphrodite adorns her rose-coloured glasses here, and in the ideal scenario she is sailing into the sunset with the one that she loves. However, we are crossing the astrological threshold from day into night too, and therefore the 7th House is also the House of shadow work. And no other 7th House placement will experience this archetypal descent into darkness more than the Sun; because until she begins to understand Who She is Really Is, inside it’s like the lights are on, but nobody is home.

Relationships are equally orienting and disorienting with the Sun in the 7th House. Cool chameleon charisma is part of her style.Duality is part of her dress-sense. Her identity is ultimately indefinable, and she must find a way of finding stability in her external and internal instabilities. It means that adolescence and young adulthood can be significantly challenging for the individual who is ultra-susceptible to feeling like she has no true identity, and therefore, being taken advantage of by negative outside influence. She does a lot of observing and imitating, so she may feel disingenuous or even invisible unless she is reflecting another person. Though with the inner work and the wisdom that accompanies 7th House difficulties, life and the inner space becomes more of a Venus oasis with age. She develops her natural born interpersonal intuition into a level of telepathic interpersonal mediumship. Her ability for diplomacy and discrimination become qualities to admire. Her tendency to imitate becomes emulation, and it rather stems from admiration and personal development, rather than desperation to belong. She is charming and disarming while never permitting herself to be falsely charmed and manipulated by evil ever again.

The work that is undergone to attain the developed 7th House Sun occurs in the darkness and unseen by others. This is the House of projection. It sends her looking for an exit in a galactic hall of mirrors filled with reflections, perceptions, and projections. Relationships are inherently karmic in nature in the 7th House. She is here to pay karmic debts, and receive karmic payments within the realm of relationships. Upheaval, upset, and broken hearts are promises. Relationships are pivotal for self-development, and therefore become growth intensive and revealing. There are countless inflection points that occur during each relationship phase. Difficult encounters with partners are typically conflicts with part of herself. It can produce strange patterns in relationships, where desires and behaviours seem to change in cycles. Before she completes the developmentally appropriate lessons of self-development, she has trouble not taking things personally. The words and thoughts of other people have disproportionate effects; while she is often too afraid of saying what she truly thinks and feels. Invalidated inner child qualities are projected onto others in order to gain recognition. There can be unsubstantiated envy resulting from constant self-comparison, a debilitating sense of inadequacy, and at worse there’s worthlessness and severely lacking self-value.

It’s this internal conditioning that leaves her vulnerable to suffer harsh injustices at the hands of others.

#sun in the 7th house #7th house #7th house sun #birth chart

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kidnappedbycartoons · 1 year ago

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Returning to Tumblr solely because I'm back on my Zutara shit. That moment in the catacombs was such a perfect setup, let me break it down.

Zuko being the one to reach out first

At this point, Zuko had been moving towards a more positive lifestyle and it shows in his reaction. Even though he is frustrated when Katara yells at him, he doesn't lash out or use his firebending. Season one Zuko wouldn't have been able to do this, look at that growth. Instead, he apologizes to her and attempts to connect with her by bringing up his mother as well.

Up until this point, the only people that Katara could talk to about the Fire Nation taken away her mother were other victims of the Fire Nation. On top of that, Zuko has been chasing down Aang for a hot minute. Who would've thought that the son of the Fire Lord also experienced the pain of losing his mother? Would've been able to understand that pain and loss? Would've been able to bond with her through that?

Katara offering to heal him with the water from the Spirit Oasis

Once again, I don't think people realize how impactful this is. This is water from the Spirit Oasis. She literally says that she has been saving it for something important. And as we all know, she only had enough for one use which ended up being healing Aang. But Katara offered to heal ZUKO'S scar with it. On top of that, let's look back.

Katara apologizes to him for yelling and feels comfortable enough with him to tell him that whenever she thought of the enemy, she thought of him. Mind you, she's using past tense. Clearly, after the two of them managed to open up to each other, she started to see him as the person he is and not just the enemy. And Zuko feels comfortable enough to tell her how he views the scar Ozai gave him and his recent revelations. These two have been on opposite sides for months, but it only took a few minutes or hours at most, for them to reach this level of comfortability with each other. Don't think so?

Zuko lets Katara touch the scar

Zuko has been very self-conscious of his scar whenever someone brought it up or drew attention to it. So for him to allow Katara to get close enough and place her hand on the physical representation of his trauma and pain just shows how safe he feels with her in this moment. And not just him, but for Katara to feel safe enough to even get that close to him without worrying if he was going to lash out and she would have to put him in his place. Do y'all not see the material? They trusted each other in this moment.

Of course, we get cut off by Aang and Iron pulling up which leads to the next point.

The looks

When Katara and Aang hug, Zuko glares at Aang. Now, it is highly possible that this is because a part of him still feels the need to catch the Avatar, but coming after that scene, doesn't it read like jealousy?

And as Katara leaves, she looks back at Zuko who is looking away with a sad expression. In that moment, in those catacombs, she felt something. As Katara will tell Zuko before their field trip, she trusted him. It's the emotional intimacy for me.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #zutara #prince zuko #atla katara #katara

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It was all a dream for Cass. Malcolm was saying all the right things, but it just...it wasn't coming from the right person. It wasn't coming from the person that she really wanted.

She heard someone clear their throat and snap their fingers beside her, and she didn't even need to look up to know that it was her Uncle. He had never approved of Malcolm or this whole arrangement, but Michael Bachelor had lived up to his last name for the last twenty years, and was showing no signs of changing.

Running a ranch in Chestnut Ridge after retiring from being a professional soccer player was a dream life for him, and it suited him just fine. He did, however, still own several properties in both Willow Creek and Oasis Springs - including the apartment building that Cass had been living in for her time at Canyon Ridge High School.

Cassie hated the way that Malcolm talked about her Uncle, but she knew why. Michael had made his own money, as her mother had taken most of the Bachelor fortune when she married her father, and Michael continued to only amplify his own growth by staying far away from society. He moved all the way out to Chestnut Ridge to get away from everything and everyone and had never been married.

But, Cassie adored her Uncle and was so thankful for everything that he did for her. She wanted to be exactly like him when she grew up - a person that made her own path in the world. If only she had the choice.

They all piled into his car to take the drive to the auditorium in Copperdale where the prom would be waiting for them - and Dina.

#lovestruck #la familia caliente #legacy: caliente #cassandra goth #malcolm landgraab #michael bachelor #i'm a little bit in love with my version of michael negl #i felt like this was a good time to introduce him #since he's going to be such a pivotal part of the story

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{if by some chance my finger slips and i send this earlier than i mean to,, do not open until 12:00am 🫵🤨}

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GORGEOUS !!!!

🥳🎉🎊🍾🎁🎁🎁👯‍♂️🍾🪩🎊🎈🥳🎉🎊

WOAG !!! IT’S FINALLY HERE !!! 🤩 Now, I know it’s your birthday, and you should be the one celebrating such an achievement of another year of life and growth and accomplishments but hey, I am celebrating too!! Today, I am celebrating the fact that planet earth inhabits such a special wonderful person like you — and at the same time as me no less!! 🤯🤯 I hope that everyone in your life lets you know just how important you are to them today. I hope that you are selfish today, that you take time to yourself if you want or need it, that you ask for anything your heart desires, that you say exactly what you feel, because today is all about you. Your very own Lakey Day!!

I can’t let this day pass without telling you just how incredible you are,, how inspiring you are,, how kind and loved you are. Do you realize that you have already made an impact on hundreds of people in this lifetime? A thousand at least. Only a couple of revolutions around the sun and you have achieved what some people spend a lifetime hoping to do. A lot of us here on this platform (or maybe just me) have silly little blogs where we reblog our silly little pictures and that’s it. You on the other hand, with your words and thoughts and ideas and talent, you’ve brought people together. You create entire worlds out of nothing, you bring to life the embodiment of people we love. You provide entertainment and comfort — a little oasis where it feels like you’ve been teleported to another place or even another time. That is just amazing to me. I hope that you can sit with that knowledge today and recognize that YOU make a difference. I know that without a doubt, you will continue to make such a positive impact this little community we have here, and I am SO excited for what’s to come.

I love you so so so much Lakey !!! Happy Birthday 🩵🍓⚡️💙

my gray!!!! when i tell you this made today so much better. ilysm more than words can describe!!! you are so important to me and i really appreciate you and everything you do and have done for me ☹️💙 everyone needs to get themselves a gray 🙂‍↕️ (not this one though 🫵) i don't even know what to say!!!! you've rendered me speechless 🤭 i will finish this reply with photos of how this makes me feel:

#💙 answers!#gray⚡️#birthday wishes #hehe #and also #reminder #for future me #ilysm gray 🫶

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personalgrowthoasis · 1 year ago

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Why 'Thank You' Should NEVER Be a Forgotten Phrase

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. Let's spread more of it. Be it a 'thank you' note, a smile, or time taken to listen, let's show our appreciation. You'd be surprised how these small acts can bring massive changes. 🙏😊

Hello everyone, Let’s begin by acknowledging the little, yet momentous word, “Thanks.” It’s fascinating how such a small gesture can leave an indelible mark on someone’s heart. It’s one of the simplest ways we can show appreciation, yet it carries a profound weight that has the power to alter our perspective, attitude, and ultimately our lives. I am Vladimir, your friend and guide in the quest…

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#Appreciation #dailyprompt #dailyprompt-1987 #Gratefulness #Life Satisfaction #Mental Health #Mindfulness #Personal Growth #Personal Growth Oasis #Positive Mindset #Positivity #Power of Saying Thank You #Relationship Building #Self-Care

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louisupdates · 2 years ago

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ALLMUSIC ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

By Neil Z. Yeung

On his sophomore effort, Faith in the Future, former One Direction member Louis Tomlinson finally seizes his moment, crafting a strong collection of earworms that honors his British musical influences and finds his vision and voice. Steeped in cautious optimism, Faith in the Future is confident without being cocky, its self-assurance born from years of life experiences and personal growth. That energy results in a collection of towering singalongs that are unabashed in their pure emotions, finding strength in resolve and setting sights on the future. While still taking cues from the Britpop era, Tomlinson spruces things up by incorporating contemporary production touches and catchy dance beats, striking an ideal balance between his rock and pop sides that wasn't as apparent on his 2020 debut Walls. This album's most stadium-sized moments tap into his inspirations from the '90s, channeling both the bombast ("The Greatest") and the balladry ("Chicago," "Saturdays") of Oasis and capturing the lighters-up, full-throated earnestness of Robbie Williams, with tracks like the tender acoustic "Common People," the soaring "Angels Fly," and "Bigger Than Me" seemingly ready for the Glastonbury stage. Carrying the set into the 2020s, Tomlinson delivers mainstream-leaning fare with the pulsing bass-groove of "Written All Over Your Face" and the synth-laden "She Is Beauty We Are World Class." Equally as catchy, the shimmering "Lucky Again" and the driving "All This Time" are just two of a handful of highlights that echo the pop-rock breeziness of fellow countrymen Blossoms. Faith in the Future also injects some edge, wrangling the urgency of 2000s emo-rock on "Face the Music" and "Silver Tongues" and bottling the pop-punk-revival ferocity of Yungblud on "Out of My System." Existential realizations, relationship drama, and self-reflection swirl throughout, but Tomlinson accepts the highs and lows of life with unassuming grace, employing these songs as personal reminders for both himself and listeners. While other 1D members might grab more of the public spotlight, Tomlinson proves his strength as a songwriter and voice for fans with more complex, deeper emotions.

[Reviewed 12.12.22. The ALLMUSIC Walls review.]

#allmusic #faith in the future: review #louis press #12 december 2022 #louis tomlinson

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lghitofgospel · 3 months ago

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Women's Bible Study Near Me: A Journey of Faith and Fellowship

Finding a women's Bible study near me is more than just locating a group of like-minded individuals—it's about discovering a supportive and nurturing community where women come together to grow spiritually, explore the depths of the Bible, and share their journeys of faith. These studies aren't just a weekly routine but a lifeline of encouragement, learning, and shared experiences. Whether you're new to the faith or have been walking with Christ for years, joining a women's Bible study offers countless benefits, both spiritually and socially.

Why a Women's Bible Study Near Me is Essential

We live in a fast-paced world where it’s easy to feel isolated or disconnected from others. A women's Bible study near me is an oasis of community in the hustle and bustle of daily life. It’s a chance to pause, reflect, and draw closer to God while also bonding with other women. Bible studies are often tailored to address the unique challenges women face in modern life, offering not only spiritual growth but practical applications for everyday situations.

When I first sought out a women's Bible study near me, I didn’t know what to expect. But from that first meeting, I felt a warmth and sense of belonging that I hadn't experienced elsewhere. The women I met became more than just friends—they became sisters in Christ, supporting me through life's ups and downs.

What to Expect from a Women’s Bible Study Near Me

If you’re considering joining a women's Bible study near me, you might be wondering what it entails. Typically, these gatherings are informal and relaxed, often held in local churches, community centres, or even someone's living room. Each week, the group will focus on a particular book or section of the Bible, and discussions will delve into its meaning and relevance to our lives.

Whether you’re a seasoned scholar of the Word or just starting your journey, a women's Bible study near me offers an open and welcoming environment. There’s no pressure to have all the answers—everyone is there to learn and grow together. Often, these studies incorporate prayer, reflection, and personal sharing, making each meeting a time of connection and spiritual nourishment.

How to Find a Women’s Bible Study Near Me

With the rise of technology, it has never been easier to find a women's Bible study near me. A quick online search will reveal local church groups, Bible study apps, and social media communities dedicated to helping women connect through Scripture. Many churches have online directories or events pages where you can find details on their Bible study groups. You can also ask around in your local community—there’s a good chance a neighbour, friend, or co-worker attends a women's Bible study near me and can recommend one.

Another option is to check popular platforms like Amazon for study materials or devotional books that might be used by groups in your area. Many women’s Bible study groups build their sessions around books like The Confident Woman Devotional, which is available on Amazon. Click here to check Amazon for recommendations on study guides that may be used in local groups!

The Benefits of Joining a Women’s Bible Study Near Me

One of the greatest blessings of joining a women's Bible study near me is the sense of community it provides. Life can be challenging, and it’s easy to feel like you’re walking through it alone. But in a Bible study, you’ll meet women from all walks of life who are united by their love for God. Together, you’ll encourage one another, pray for one another, and grow in your understanding of the Bible.

Beyond spiritual growth, a women's Bible study near me can also lead to lifelong friendships. Many women find that these groups are a safe space to share their struggles, joys, and questions without fear of judgement. It's a beautiful reminder that we are all on a journey, and none of us have it all figured out.

And if you're someone who loves to get your hands on helpful resources, be sure to check Amazon for an array of Bible study books and devotionals that are often recommended in women's Bible studies.

Finding the Right Fit: Types of Women’s Bible Studies Near Me

No two women's Bible studies near me are exactly alike. Depending on your interests, stage of life, and schedule, you might want to explore different types of groups. Some studies are more structured, focusing on a specific curriculum or book, while others are more discussion-based. Some may meet in the mornings over coffee, while others gather in the evenings.

If you’re looking for a casual, conversational atmosphere, you may want to join a small group hosted in someone’s home. These settings are often more intimate and allow for deeper connections. On the other hand, if you prefer a more formal approach, many churches offer structured women’s Bible studies with specific teaching sessions and group discussions.

How to Get Involved in a Women’s Bible Study Near Me

So how can you get involved in a women's Bible study near me? Start by reaching out to local churches or community centres and ask about their women’s groups. You can also check bulletin boards, websites, or social media for upcoming events. Don’t hesitate to drop in on a few sessions to see if a particular group is the right fit for you. Most groups welcome newcomers with open arms, and there’s usually no obligation to commit right away.

If you’re interested in diving deeper into specific themes or topics, you might also want to check online retailers like Amazon for Bible study books that align with your interests. Many groups use study guides or devotionals as a foundation for their discussions, so check Amazon for the latest titles that might be featured in a women's Bible study near me.

Final Thoughts: A Women's Bible Study Near Me Can Change Your Life

A women's Bible study near me is more than just a weekly meeting—it's an opportunity to grow in your relationship with God and with other women who share your faith. The friendships you form, the wisdom you gain, and the spiritual growth you experience are all part of this beautiful journey. Whether you’re looking to deepen your understanding of Scripture, find encouragement, or simply connect with others, there’s a women's Bible study near me that’s waiting for you.

So, what are you waiting for? Take that first step and explore the many women's Bible studies near me—you’ll be amazed at the transformation it can bring to your life. Don’t forget to check Amazon for Bible study resources that can enhance your personal journey as well!

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Making of a goddess

Growth, revitalization, oral, submissive giantess, penetration, object penetration

You've finally proved yourself, the apprentice of the spiritual leader in your village. You are to be sent, to a faraway village that is currently experiencing a drought, and you are just the person they need.

The village leader takes you out past the village gates, up and up the old ruined steps higher and higher up the mountain. As you reach what looks to be a small but fertile oasis, hidden from plain view, and somehow warmer than the rest of the snowy cliffs, nothing from your training could have prepared you for what you were about to see.

You've been preparing your whole life for this job. However in all your training you've never actually seen one. The nature spirits you've heard so much about. Sitting by the shore of the muddy pond, sat a dainty figure with long hair, golden like the dried sedges you had passed when leaving the village. The figure looks at you with sad, lonely eyes, blushes, and then looks away.

The leader, turns to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. He looks into your eyes with a seriousness that gives no room for humor: "you must grow this dried spirit into a vibrant, blossoming goddess, and place the village where it belongs: nestled between her fertile bossoms"

You nod, but before you can question the man on how exactly you are supposed to achieve this, a secret never revealed to you by your master, the man disappears through the foliage. You look to the wilted spirit, who has assumed a position on a nearby rock.

"Please...help me" she whispers. Her voice crackly like a roaring fire. As you get closer you notice cracks along her skin, like dried soil. "How?" You ask, taking her delicate hand in yours. It feels like it could crumble at any moment.

"You..must.." she blushes, and brings your hand onto her breast. Her heartbeat flutters rapidly at your touch. "Rejuvenate this used up maiden, bring me to life with your thirst. Show me how much you desire my flowing waters, devote yourself to my aching desert" she kisses you, her lips initially cracked seem to plump up against yours. Her breath reminds you of the salty sea from your childhood home. You pull back, surprised, but then see that her cracks have started to fade. You remember the starving villagers, how they begged you for your help. How you promised you would do anything to help them. You kiss the wilted flower back strongly.

Her mouth moistens, her tongue dances with yours. You grab the back of her hair which has turned a light green and no longer scratches your skin. She moans, and her legs slowly spread. You take off your gloves, and press your calloused fingers against her bud. She gasps and struggles a little.

"w-wait.. what's... happening.. I've never...felt..so..alive" she whimpers, "it-its too much! Please!" You remember your duty and press harder, listening to her sweet sounds of pleasure get louder. Her voice now sounds like a babbling brook. You insert two fingers inside of her, and rest your palm against her clit. She grinds on it as your fingers pump in and out. Her sex becomes more and more moist. Her bossoms become rounder and plumper. They even seem? Bigger?

You are now able to fit your whole fist inside her, pumping it in and out, her waters slowly drip down her thighs down into the puddle below. Your lips are so parched now. The water is sweetly fragranced. Its scent is intoxicating. You lower yourself to your knees and lap up her sweet juices. Your tongue gently but firmly licking her bud to encourage even more sap to drip onto your parched lips. You drink your fill, feeling ravenous now. Your thirst cannot be sated by simply drinking her up.

Shes so soft and warm now, you can't resist. You take out your cock and slip it in easily. Her pussy grips it like it was waiting for this moment. You lift up her legs and put them on your shoulders. Her thighs are now plumper and squeeze you as you fuck her. Her moaning gets louder and your cock causes more and more water to splash out. It's warm at first and then cools your skin quickly. Its built up in you, this desire. She's now so fertile, so big and wet, you want to give her something of your's. You want to mix your seed with her sacred waters. You slam into her harder, she grips the rock to keep from slipping. Finally, finally, with a deep sigh you release your own gift into her womb. Your act of worship. Your gift to your goddess.

With this she screams in delight. You feel her insides get cavernous around you. You pull out, cock still dripping. She stands and now towers over you. "Please.. don't stop...I need more, I must have more" But your fingers, your cock, they are useless now. An idea. You climb up the nearby cliff, now face to face with her. You put your hand under her chin and it raises as if you were actually strong enough to lift it. You instruct her to sit on the smoothed rock that had previously towered over you both. Right on its protrusion. You watch as she obeys, even though she could crush you in an instant. She moans as it fills her. Water splurting out as she bounces up and down on it. The pond has now filled completely, and has started to overflow. Its still not enough.

"Grow more for me, my goddess" You declare. You watch as she whines and pants out humid air. Clouds begin to form below. "Yes! Yes!" She cries out and the ground shakes with thunder. The air crackles and you can hear the sound of rain below. Water gushes out from the lake. A waterfall forms rushing to fill the dried up river below. As she orgasms she shoots up past you, her height now competes with the mountain.

And so the village is saved. The next harvest is bountiful, the soil fertilized by her sacred waters. But your job isn't done. You must keep the lake from drying up. The water must keep flowing. But this time the mountain itself takes the place of your cock. However her lips still wish to surround your body, for she still yearns for a taste of the sea.

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