#am i supposed to be normal about any of this

[angelart67]

100% I AM DONE CARING AT ALL WHAT THE SCREAMING SLEEPY SHEEPLES GOT TO SAY, CAUSE NOT ONE OUNCE OF THAT BS MAKES SENSE... I HAVE LITERALLY HAD PEOPLE JUMP MY 💩 TRYING TO CONVINCE ME THAT DONALD TRUMP IS OUT TO STEAL FROM ME & OTHERS... BUT NOT A SINGLE ONE OF THOSE SPOOKS CAN LOGICALLY EXPLAIN ANY OF THE FOLLOWING, AT ALL...

1) IN 2016 TERM HE DID NOT ACCEPT THE PAY THAT IS NORMALLY GIVEN TO THE SITTING PRESIDENT, SO HEY YEAH, THAT REALLY SCREAMS GREEDY PERSON...

2) THERE WAS SO MUCH DAMN PROOF OF ELECTION TAMPERING, THAT WAS RELEASED, TO THE PUBLIC &, WAS SEEN BY MILLIONS, ACTUAL VIDEOS SHOWING POLL WORKERS BRINGING IN BOXES OF MORE BALLOTS IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT & SHOVING THEM UNDER TABLES, SURE, WE ARE JUST NOIDED OUT, BUT NOBODY CAN EXPLAIN WHAT THAT SHADY BS WAS ALL ABOUT... OR HOW CROOKED JOE ENDED UP ALLEGEDLY, IN SOME STATES, GETTING MORE VOTES, THAN THERE WERE REGISTERED VOTERS, YET Y'ALL CLAIM WE ARE JUST SORE LOSERS... NOOOO, WE ARE WINNERS, BECAUSE OF THE REPRESENTATION OF OUR CHOSEN PRESIDENT, WHO STUCK BY US THRU THE DARKEST BS, INCLUDING ATTEMPTS ON THE MANS FREEDOM & LIFE...

3) D. TRUMP DID EVERYTHING HE POSSIBLY COULD DO, DURING THE SHUT DOWN, TO HELP CITIZENS WHO NEEDED MONEY TO LIVE ON, EAT & PAY BILLS, & BE ABLE TO KEEP THEIR FAMILY AFLOAT, THRU STIMULUS CHECKS, & ADDED FOOD BENEFITS... FACT IS, HE WAS ATTEMPTING A FINAL PAYMENT, BUT WAS SHOVED OUT THE DOOR & CROOKED JOE TOOK CREDIT FOR THAT LAST STIMULUS CHECK, HE REALLY HAD ZIP TO DO WITH...

4) D. TRUMP TRIED TO ALLOW CITIZENS TO HAVE ACCESS TO MEDICATION, WHICH HAS SINCE THEN BEEN PROVEN COULD HAVE HELPED SICK PEOPLE WITH SYMPTOMS, BUT FAUCI'S DIRTY TEAM SHUT HIM DOWN ON THAT EFFORT, & WAY MORE PEOPLE DIED AS A RESULT...

5) DEMS DID EVERYTHING THEY POSSIBLY COULD COME UP WITH DURING HIS 1ST TERM, AS WELL AS DURING THE 2020 TERM, TO KEEP HIM TIED UP IN COURT, FOR SOME OF THE MOST BOGUS BS CHARGES EVER, SO HE WAS CONSTANTLY DEFENDING HIMSELF, MAKING HIS PRESIDENTIAL EFFORTS, & THEN CAMPAIGN EFFORTS BEYOND DIFFICULT, YET BIDEN GOT AWAY WITH OBVIOUS MONEY LAUNDERING, THRU THE UKRAINE & HIS ADDICT OFFSPRING, & IT WAS PROVEN THAT HUNDREDS OF CHILD PORN PICS WERE FOUND ON THAT SICK IDIOTS LAPTOP, BUT THAT GOT COVERED UP & SWEPT UNDER THE RUG & NOW DADDY PARDONS HIM FOR ALL MANNER OF DISGUSTING BS, HE WOULD HAVE DONE SO MUCH TIME FOR...

EVERYTHING THAT HAS TAKEN PLACE SINCE 2019, (ESPECIALLY) BLATANTLY, RIGHT IN OUR FACES, WHICH ADDED INSULT TO INJURY, FROM DELIBERATE CREATION OF COVID-19 & RELEASING IT IN THE U.S. & THEN NOT INFORMING US, IT WAS RUNNING RAMPANT, UNTIL FAR TOO LATE, RESULTING IN HORRIBLE ILLNESS, & EVEN GENOCIDE OF SO MANY COUNTLESS PEOPLE, WHO HAVE BEEN TERMED AS EVERYTHING FROM "USELESS EATERS" TO MORE RECENTLY, "GARBAGE" BUT NOTHING GETS DONE TO THOSE RESPONSIBLE... WE ARE JUST EXPECTED TO SHUT UP & ACCEPT, POPULATION CONTROL AGAINST OUR CITIZENS, WHILE OUR COUNTRY WAS ALLOWED TO BE OVERRUN BY ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS... ALL OF THIS UTTER BS WITH BOTH JOE B. & KAMALA H. BEING PUPPETS FOR PEOPLE WHOSE TERMS WERE UP, BUT THEY REFUSE TO GIVE UP DIRTY HIDDEN CONTROL... ALL THE PEOPLE WHO TOOK PART IN ISLAND HOPPING & PARTYING & SICKENING SEX CRIMES... IN OUR FACES PEDOPHILE BEHAVIOR FROM THE DEGENERATE SUPPOSEDLY THE PRESIDENT, WHO WAS NOT FAIRLY VOTED IN, TOUCHING & SNIFFING OF CHILDREN, & WOMEN, & EVEN INCLUDING HIS OWN FAMILY MEMBERS, & WE ARE SUPPOSED TO LOOK THE OTHER WAY BECAUSE HE HAS DEMENTIA, BUT HE IS STILL ALLOWED TO REMAIN AS PRESIDENT (ALLEGEDLY) ??

SO MANY CORRUPT PEOPLE DOING SO MUCH CORRUPT BS, & WE ARE ALL EXPECTED TO JUST SHUT UP & ACCEPT IT HAPPENING... WELL, WE DO NOT ACCEPT IT, IT IS A BUNCH OF BS, NO OTHER WAY TO STATE IT, BUT REST ASSURED, PEOPLE WILL BE ANSWERING FOR THEIR BLATANT ACTIONS OF TREASON AGAINST OUR COUNTRY... YOU JUST DO NOT COME IN & TAKE OVER, & DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, EVERYTHING COMES TO AN END, EVENTUALLY & PEOPLE END UP, ANSWERING FOR THEIR CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY, IT IS COMING... DON'T THINK WE MISSED THE FACT THAT YOU TRIED TO MURDER OUR CHOSEN CHOICE OF PRESIDENT, BUT YOU MISSED... DONALD TRUMP WILL NOT MISS... HAVEN'T YOU ALL PACKED UP YET? BETTER HURRY UP, & WHILE YOU ARE AT IT, WHY DON'T Y'ALL JUST TAKE ALL THE ILLEGALS WITH YOU WHEN YOU GO? I MEAN Y'ALL LOVE THEM & WANNA HELP THEM SO MUCH, YOU CAN JUST START YOUR OWN DAMN COUNTRY SOMEWHERE ELSE, WE DON'T WANT TO BE OVERRUN, & WALKED ALL OVER... DO THAT, YOU WILL ALREADY HAVE A WHOLE BUNCH OF ILLEGAL PEOPLE, YOU CAN JUST MAKE LEGAL AS A FAN BASE FOR YOUR BS ACTIONS, THEY WON'T GIVE 2 💩'S ABOUT IT, CAUSE YOU GIVE THEM HOUSING & JOBS, DESPERATELY NEEDED BY PEOPLE WHO WAS BORN HERE, WHO NOW SIT ON ENDLESS WAIT LISTS, SO PEOPLE WHO SHOULD NOT EVEN BE HERE, CAN HAVE THESE BENEFITS

GO ON & LEAVE, I PROMISE YOU, YOU WON'T BE MISSED EVEN A LITTLE TINY BIT... BUHBYE, JUST GO, WE ARE TAKING OUR COUNTRY BACK FROM YOU CRIMINAL ASSHATS...

[signanothername]

How do you feel about the fandom?

I’m assuming you mean Ut/utmv?

How can I say this in the most gentle way possible hmm..

I genuinely do love the creativity within the fandom, the beautiful art and stories and ideas people come up with, the different interpretations of these characters even when i don’t agree with them or have my own thoughts/opinions, cause that’s what fandoms are supposed to, it’s all of us showing our love for these lil blorbos of ours in each of our own unique different ways

Of course, each fandom has its good and bad side, but to say the ut/utmv fandom is so damn negative to the point it’s suffocating is an understatement

I’m especially weirded out by the pro harassment behavior within this fandom, like, a mf would say “i’m anti harassment!!!!” Then turn around and post/reblog a post with +20 people name dropped to “raise awareness” for whatever little that is worth, you can “raise awareness” by messaging people privately, not make a list where an asshole can easily use it to harass people, and no, saying shit like “don’t harass these people!!!” Does not alleviate any responsibility from you if they do get harassed because of your post

That’s why messages are a thing, and only messaging those who explicitly state they want to be messaged, not jump in into people’s inboxes or messages and telling them shit out of the blue

So many people within this fandom need to learn fandom etiquette, how to mind their own business, and to use the damn block button, you’re uncomfortable with a certain subject? Tumblr has the most handy filtering system, don’t like a person/find them uncomfortable? Block them, blocking them isn’t enough and want to complain? That is what you can use your blog for, feel free to complain on your own blog to your heart’s content (not on other people’s blogs or under their posts if it’s not the subject for it) that’s what friends are for too, go to their DMs and complain till the end of time

Being just a bit bigger of an artist follower wise in comparison to other artists means that I deal with very special cases sometimes, because I’m also puzzled by the way people can get super comfortable with commanding strangers to do things they want or to break basic respectful boundaries like not getting people involved in drama even when they specifically state not to include them (me, I’m starngers, every time I reblog my boundaries post, it’s me implying that I got something that broke my very basic bitch boundaries that day, which says a lot about the fandom, cause i literally only got 4 boundaries stated damn)

That’s why I opt to not get too close to people within the fandom, and am generally careful as to who I let close to me, I’m very certain people might think I somehow have my own social circle within the fandom or have some wide connections they can never get, when in reality I’m isolated af

That being said, idk if it’s young people not knowing any better, or adults who act like children, but the fact harassment is very prominent and also very normalized within the fandom is something that definitely made me seriously think of just getting back to the Transformers fandom (one of the most chill fandoms i’ve ever been part of)

Fandom is fandom, keep it for rambling about blorbos, and learn to mind your own business <3

[courtofcravings]

Everyone Knew (1)

Cassian x Reader

After realizing you're hopelessly in love with your best friend, a night out at the bar takes an unexpected turn when unresolved feelings become the topic of the night.

Mutual pinning, Slight angst, Fluff Warnings: Drinking, border line nswf (but only make out) Completed Series - Read part 2 here

“You could, perhaps, try talking to him…” Feyre suggested, lifting her glass to her lips, “I mean, how long do you think you can avoid him?” She added, with a pointed look

“Would forever be too long?” you muttered, staring into your nearly empty drink. Tonight was supposed to be a break—a brief escape from your endless pining. Somehow, though, it had turned into an interrogation.

“You’re acting pathetic,” Nesta grumbled from beside her sister. “Just talk to him. He is only a man.”

“I tried,” you whined, throwing a pleading glance at the girls. You really had tried—more than once. The problem was that every time Cassian’s eyes lingered on yours for too long, your brain short-circuited, leaving you speechless and rulling any possibility of confessing: utterly impossible.

“Tried,” Nesta repeated mockingly, a smirk curling her lips. “If you call drooling over him and bolting out of every room he’s in trying, then sure.”

“She gets flustered,” Feyre said, reaching across the table to pinch your warming cheeks. “It’s not her fault.”

“Exactly!” you mumbled, swatting Feyre’s hands away. “Every time I look at him, words just… don’t form… into complete thoughts.” You groaned, slumping back. You weren’t exactly the drooling mess Nesta made you out to be—at least, you hoped not—but lately, you’d definitely been frazzled.

A poorly muffled laugh broke from the man sitting on Nesta’s other side—silent for so long, you’d almost forgotten he was there.

“I hardly see how you find this so amusing, Azriel,” You scolded, shooting him a sharp look.

Azriel’s eyes flicked to yours for a brief second before darting back to the other girls. “I’ve never seen her acting so… odd,” he said, shaking his head. “And neither has he.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” you grumbled, crossing your arms. “I am not acting weird.”

“Besides becoming a moping mess?” Nesta quipped, her lips curling into a sly smirk.

“He knows you’re avoiding him,” Azriel said flatly. “And that’s… odd behavior. You two are normally inseparable.”

“You told him I was avoiding him?” you accused, your heart beating a little faster.

“No,” Azriel replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Skipping practice for the third time this week clued him in. He didn’t stop complaining about it during sparring today.”

“Wait… he’s upset with me?” you asked, a knot forming in your chest.

The last few weeks had been overwhelming. Realizing just how deeply you loved your best friend had been consuming. He had been consuming. The mere thought of stepping into a ring with him, his large, strong hands on you, made your pulse race.

“I never said he was upset with you,” Azriel corrected, arching a brow.

“But he’s complaining about me?”

“Not about—” Azriel sighed, his tone edging toward exasperation. “Would you just talk to him?” His frustration showed in the slight crease of his brows, his patience clearly wearing thin.

“And say what?” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. Just having a fraction of his attention made you flustered—having all of it? You were sure you’d melt on the spot.

“Literally, anything.” Nesta answered.

With a scoff, you laced your fingers together dramatically, resting your chin on them. “Oh, my dearest friend,” you began, your voice dripping with mock sincerity. “I hate to ruin our valuable friendship, but our friends think it is vital that I inform you of how completely, utterly head over heels I am for you.”

You paused just long enough to grab the glass Feyre had left in front of you, tossing back its contents in a single gulp. The alcohol burned its way down your throat, making you wince. But as you set the glass down, all traces of mockery vanished, your tone softening to something achingly earnest.

“Every morning, I wake up sad because you aren’t beside me, and I fall asleep just as bitter. Truly, though, that's the least of my problems…” Your voice faltered for just a moment before you pressed on. “Because I haven’t the faintest idea how to act around you anymore. And I miss my best friend.”

“Yes, say it exactly like that,” Feyre said, her soft smile full of encouragement.

“That was… actually very romantic,” Nesta added, her usual sharpness tempered by genuine surprise.

“As if I could ever say that—Oh!” you groaned, digging your hands through your hair in pure frustration. “Did I tell you what he said yesterday? About how excited he was to pin me under him?” Your voice cracked, and the words spilled out in a hurried, breathless rush.

You knew Cassian had meant it in the context of sparring, but the unintended suggestion had completely scrambled your thoughts. “How am I supposed to train with him now?” you muttered, shaking your head and pressing your palms to your temples. “The thought of me under him, or worse, me on top of him… Cauldron.”

Azriel, caught off guard, sputtered into his drink, his usually stoic composure vanished as he coughed and gasped for air. Feyre, her face flushed with suppressed laughter, pressed a fist to her mouth in an attempt to control herself. Nesta didn’t bother to hide her wide grin.

“This is not helping.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands.

“Neither is skipping training,” Nesta quipped.

“This is all your fault!” you snapped, spinning to point an accusing finger at the trio. “You three just had to point out that I loved him. You couldn’t leave it alone—you all just had to be right!” You were ready to argue further, but their expressions gave you pause. Instead of guilt or concern, they were all smiling at something behind you.

“Gonna be honest, Y/n…” A chill crept into your stomach as you heard a very amused familiar voice.. “Didn’t think that line would work.”

You froze, the air rushing from your lungs as you turned around. “Cass!” The unintelligible squeak that followed was a sound you were certain had never left your lips before. Your voice climbed a pitch higher, your heart hammering so fast you feared it might escape your chest entirely and throw itself at the man standing before you. “Cass—Cassian! You’re, uh, here. Why? Uh… why are you”—you swallowed hard, your throat painfully dry—“here?”

Behind you, the chorus of girlish giggles from your so-called friends did nothing to steady the waver in your voice. Cassian’s arms crossed loosely over his large chest, his posture casual, but his eyes anything but. They raked over you with an intensity that left you rooted to the spot. “I heard you went drinking without me.”

“Is that… what you heard?” you stammered, your voice faltering as you struggled to keep your composure. “What else—what else did y-you hear?” You couldn’t tear your gaze from his hazel eyes, the intensity making your heart race.

“Enough to piece together why you’ve been—well, avoiding me.”

“Have I?” you asked, feigning confusion as you awkwardly scratched at the back of your neck. Cassian’s lips twitched, his amusement rising alongside the arch of one dark brow.

“I’ll get us a round,” you blurted out, inching toward the edge of the booth. The plan to escape was short-lived, though, as Cassian’s arm shot out, blocking your path. Two shot glasses clinked against the table as he set them down with a smug grin.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Cassian chuckled to himself as he squeezed into the booth, his broad frame leaving you no choice but to shuffle further back. “We should talk.”

“A talk? You and I?” you asked, your voice high-pitched with forced casualness as you plastered on a tight smile. “It’s a girl’s night—we can talk later… or never. Never works for me.”

Cassian’s grin grew. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if struggling to decide what to say first. His eyes flicked to Azriel, who sat stiffly at the far end of the booth, before returning to you. “Girl’s night, huh?” Cassian drawled. “But Az is sitting right there.”

“No, I’m not,” came the shadowsinger’s low, muttered reply.

You barely had time to blink before the sound of Azriel getting up filled the booth. Disappearing into the crowd without so much as a backward glance, leaving you alone with Cassian. Feyre and Nesta, you realized belatedly, had also vanished at some point. Traitors.

“Coward!” you yelled after Azriel, your frustration swallowed by the chatter in the bar.

“Says the kettle to the pot,” Cassian quipped, his smirk turning devilish as he reached for the bottle Azriel had left behind, taking a long swig. He set it down, leaning back as his gaze pinned you in place. “I’ve never seen you act so… flustered before. It’s cute.”

“I—” The word barely escaped your lips, snagging on the lump forming in your throat. Cute. He called you cute. Like you were some kind of child.

Mortified, you buried your face in your hands, as if that would somehow block out the world—and him. Heat flooded your cheeks, and his presence, so close, so warm, only made it worse. “Can you just pretend you didn’t hear any of that?”

“Y/N, would you just—”

“Please—pretty please?” you cut him off with a groan, your voice tinged with desperation. You just needed him to let it go, to move on, to give you even a moment of reprieve.

But the sound of your plea died in your throat as two large, warm hands gently wrapped around your wrists, pulling them away from your face with surprising tenderness. His touch sent a wave of buzzing exhilaration coursing through you.

His breath fanned against your ear, and you flinched at just how close he was. Too close. There was no hiding the heat crawling up your neck and settling in your cheeks.

“W-What?” you stammered, completely losing track of whatever he had just said. Your eyes flicked to his lips, watching as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, a faint smile tugging at the corners.

“Why would I do that?” he repeated, his voice low and deliberate.

“Because… because it’s easier,” you admitted softly, the words tumbling out before you could catch them.

Cassian’s brows drew together, a flicker of confusion shadowing his expression. “Is it?” he murmured, leaning in ever so slightly. His teasing smile returned, softer but no less disarming. “Because it looks like you’re struggling quite a bit.”

“Cauldron, Cass… please.” Your voice wavered, breaking under the strain of your emotions. “I—I can’t. Don’t tease me about this. I can’t…”

The raw and fragile plea hung in the air. Your wrists went limp in his grasp, as if surrendering would somehow make it easier. Maybe if you stayed quiet, he’d let it drop—let you go so you could disappear into the safety of your blankets at home and pretend this moment had never happened.

Instead, he loosened one hand, his fingers brushing against your face as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His knuckles lingered, grazing your cheek with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. You told yourself not to, begged, but you leaned into his touch anyway.

“This is why you’ve been acting so…” His knuckles trailed downward, leaving a scorching path to your neck. The sensation was maddening, each inch sending waves of heat and goosebumps alike coursing through your skin. “…so distant?”

You swallowed hard, words trapped under the weight of his steady gaze. His fingers brushed lightly over your throat, as his hazel eyes searched yours, waiting.

“Yes.” The word was barely a breath

“I thought I did something to piss you off.” His hand slid from your wrist, trailing slowly up the bare skin of your arm. Every brush of his fingers left a trail of fire in their wake. “I hounded Az about it for weeks,” he continued, voice low and laced with something unspoken. His touch traveled over your shoulder and down your back, finally settling on your waist—where it fit like it belonged.

“You did?” The question barely made it past your lips, as soft and fragile as your resolve under his gaze.

“Needed to know why things changed.” His grip on your waist tightened slightly, warm and possessive, his thumb pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. “I hated the distance you put between us.”

“Cass—”

“Promise me, Y/N.” His voice dropped, low and intimate, the weight of his words sinking deep into the charged space between you. “Tell me you won’t ever do that again.” His hazel eyes bore into yours, sharp yet devastatingly tender. “Alright, Cassian.” You whispered it, though it felt more like a surrender than a promise.

He used his hold on your waist to draw you closer, your bodies nearly flush. His face hovered just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “Promise me you’ll talk to me when something’s bothering you,” he murmured, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your waist that sent shivers rippling through you.

“I promise.” The words came out on an exhale, barely audible over the pounding of your heart. The air between you felt heavier, thick with tension.

“You even went drinking without me,” he added, the playful pout on his lips disarming in contrast to the intensity of the moment.

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped you, your heart warming despite the charged atmosphere. “Cauldron, Cass, really?”

His grin softened, but his eyes never left yours. “I missed my best friend, too.”

You sat up straighter, planting your palms on his chest to create just enough distance to breathe. “I—I still don’t know how I’m supposed to act around you anymore… how to go back.” Frustration bubbled up, and you groaned, scrubbing your hands over your face without a care for the smudge of your makeup. “I need a drink.”

“Go back…” he echoed under his breath. His hand slid away from your waist as he reached for a shot, the absence of his touch a sudden, jarring loss. “I thought I’d get you drunk enough tonight to spill what the fuck was on your mind.” “I’m surprised you didn’t know.” You grimaced, taking the chilled glass from him and pressing it to your flushed face. The coolness was a welcome relief against the heat simmering beneath your skin. “Everyone knew. Literally. Everyone.”

Cassian’s wings twitched, tension rippling through him. “Yeah, I’ll be having some words with them later,” he muttered darkly, the sharp edge to his voice offset by the warmth in his eyes. He downed his shot, the sharp scent of liquor mingling in the air between you, intoxicating in its own way.

“I begged them not to tell,” you admitted, dazed as you watched his tongue dart out to catch the last drop of alcohol from his lips. Your breath hitched. Those lips—the way his tongue moved—flashed through your mind. The memories of sleepless nights, haunted by dreams of him, surged hotly. Your pulse faltered, and a tight, burning heat spread through your chest.

Your face flushed even deeper, the heat not just from embarrassment, but from the way Cassian’s gaze locked with yours, that knowing grin spreading across his lips like he could read your thoughts. You reached for the shot, desperate to regain some composure.

“Hey!” A sudden pinch to your waist jolted you, causing the alcohol to spill across your neck. You winced "Why’d you do that?" You reached for the spill, but his hand shot out to firmly grasp your wrist.

"Sorry, Y/n," he murmured, his voice low and laced with intent. “I wanted another taste.” His gaze fell to the liquor on your skin, and his body leaned closer, his presence nearly overwhelming. “Let me clean that for you.”

“Cassian, what are–” Your words caught in your throat, and you didn’t have the chance to finish as his warm tongue followed the path of the spilled drink, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. The surprise melted into a soft whine as his mouth moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. He paused, pressing a chaste kiss to your fluttering pulse point.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know,” he murmured, his words a quiet echo of your own. But you barely registered them, lost in the heat of his touch. A soft chuckle rumbled from him as your fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Everyone knew,” he breathed, his lips brushing your collarbone before returning to the crook of your neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. A breathy moan escaped you as his hands lifted you further onto him. “Literally everyone,” he whispered, teasingly repeating your words.

You could barely process what he was saying, not with his lips tracing your skin and his strong hands gripping you like he couldn’t get enough. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging gently, drawing a low groan from him that vibrated against your throat.

“How am I supposed to focus on what you’re saying,” you gasped, the words tumbling out between uneven breaths, “when you’re touching me like that… making sounds like…” You swallowed hard as his hand moved to rest lightly against your throat, the pressure intoxicating. “That?”

Cassian’s eyes darkened with amusement as he pulled back slightly, just enough to create a small space between his lips and your skin. A knowing, cocky smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“You want me to stop?” he asked, his voice rich with teasing, each word a challenge.

“No—Maybe.” Your thoughts tangled into knots, the weight of his closeness stealing any coherent response. The idea of kissing him—of what it would mean after—tugged at you. Your lips quivered under the weight of unspoken words, and Cassian’s eyes dropped to them, his thumb brushing against the bottom one in a slow, deliberate motion.

“Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d see you this flustered over me,” he breathed, his voice a velvety murmur. “So cute… It’s everything.”

The words hit like a bucket of cold water. The amusement in his expression, the teasing—it felt like a joke to him, just something to feed his ego. Something inside you snapped, and you pulled away, raw frustration and embarrassment bubbling up to the surface. “Stop saying things like that,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you pushed against his chest, breaking free from his arms. His grip slackened just enough for you to pull away completely.

“Y/n, wait—” Cassian’s voice was strained, a thread of alarm creeping into his tone.

“No!” you shot back, your voice trembling with emotion. “Stop. It’s not cute. I’m not some… some game for you to amuse yourself with for the night, Cassian.”

“What?” He looked stunned, his brows furrowing in confusion as he reached for you again. “That’s not what—hold on!”

“I need air,” you muttered, your voice cracking. His hands reached out, desperate to stop you, but you slipped out of the booth before he could catch hold of you.

You didn’t look back as he called your name, his voice rising above the music and chatter. Instead, you moved quickly, weaving through the bodies on the dance floor. Your calculated escape took you through the densest part of the crowd, where his large frame wouldn’t be able to follow as quickly.

[thedemonofcat]

Julian must marry in order to inherit his estate. It’s not that he’s particularly attached to wealth or status; however, he knows his brother will exploit the people if he is named heir.

And, Julian can’t marry just anyone. He needs someone who doesn’t have any political skin in the game, won’t listen to his brother’s clever lies, and can survive a couple assassination attempts.

That’s when Julian meets Geralt of Rivia: the perfect candidate for his spouse. Someone nigh indestructible with a noted disdain for politics.

The witcher initially refuses. “Marrying me will destroy your reputation.”

“I do not need reputation. I need security for my position. And to know I haven’t sacrificed anyone to get it.” Something like shock passed over the witcher’s face. Hoping it was a good shock, Julian pressed on. “Please, you need not consider me your husband. This would be a deal, a contract. I cannot offer you much except a modest allowance and a place to call home, but I beg you to consider.”

“Alright,” Geralt said softly into the air between them. “I’ll accept your contract.”

In many ways, Julian Pankratz was the ideal husband—the kind plucked from the pages of a romantic tragedy.

As Geralt approached the manor, which he supposed was now partially his, a servant directed him toward the back garden. There, amidst the blooming flowers, he found Julian standing quietly.

“You know, it’s rude to outshine the flowers in their own garden,” Geralt said, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t untrue—Julian was beautiful—but there was a melancholy to him that made his beauty almost haunting.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear witcher,” Julian replied, his gaze fixed on a cluster of ironically named dandelions. “What is it this time? Was the allowance insufficient? Do you need more?”

Straight to the point. Once, Geralt might have appreciated that. “No, you’ve given me more than enough,” Geralt said, his tone cautious. “I came to see you. After all, you are my husband.”

“Well, here I am,” Julian said bitterly. “A little bird trapped in its gilded cage.” There was a sharpness to his words, a rare flash of emotion from the normally detached Viscount.

“Why do you stay?” Geralt asked, his voice low. “I’ve heard you play the lute when you think no one’s listening. You’re remarkably talented. And this place—it doesn’t make you happy. So why not leave?”

Julian turned to face him, his expression tight with anger. “Because I have a duty to the people of Lettenhove. I will not abandon them.”

“Duty to your people is noble,” Geralt replied gently, “but what about your duty to yourself? It’s not selfish to want to be happy.” There was a quiet conviction in his words, drawn from hard-earned experience.

As Geralt turned to leave, he heard Julian’s voice, soft but steady. “You can call me Jaskier.”

[devilith]

idk dawg if you think that mammon "doesnt feel cared for" then you probably just dont understand the themes of the game or dont ever pay attention to literally anything that the characters do or say ever

because "the brothers fight a lot but despite bickering they love each other more than anything and would protect their family at all costs" is literally the core theme of the entire obey me franchise

they kind of rub it directly in your face that the brothers all love each other. yeah, including mammon. lucifer CONSTANTLY bails mammon out whenever hes in trouble. mammon never faces any consequences for the objectively horrible shit he does to other people because his brothers ALWAYS forgive him. and no, the "tied up on the ceiling" thing doesnt count because it is painfully obvious that its supposed to be a joke (you know, exaggerated physical humor thats so popular in japanese media) and is never played seriously. plus mammon is literally a masochist and they have explicitly said in the game that he enjoys punishments. oh also they have said multiple times in both games that mammon is literally lucifers favorite brother

levi is constantly lending mammon money even though he KNOWS mammon will never pay it back. theres like a billion chats where levi and mammon are talking about watching the same series or playing the same games together. satan has literally gotten mammon jobs before because mammon needed money. asmo goes partying with mammon all the time and compliments mammons fashion and magazine photoshoots and praises mammon a lot. beel looks up to mammon and relies on him as an older brother. like they literally could not make it any more obvious that all the brothers love each other

if the only reason you think that the brothers treat mammon "badly" is because they call him stupid or dumb (when he does objectively stupid things, btw) then sorry but you either dont have siblings yourself or you have such an insanely skewed view of what it means to be treated badly. singlings bicker and argue, thats normal for every family ever. and these are DEMONS. demons who canonically kill other demons for fun (yeah the brothers literally do that) so no actually, calling each other names is not cruel or abusive or whatever

also he literally CAN "physically help himself" and control himself, he just actively chooses not to. this is LITERALLY CANON and you see it in the games dozens of times. i am begging the obey me fandom to learn how to fucking read, my god

If you think about it, the twins are the ones who suffer the most with their sins. The other brothers know how to control their sins well, especially Satan, he can keep his wrath at bay, or calm himself: because they can control their emotions, since their sins are mostly related/correlated to one or to a feeling, not to a physical need, like the twins. Beel is hungry all the time, and Belphie is tired most of it. It’s not like Beel can supress his hunger, he can try, but it wouldn’t work. He will eventually have to eat; same thing happens with Belphie, he can’t help but feel sleepy, and the only solution to it is to sleep. For example, Mammon isn’t greedy all the time, his sin is “activated” when something triggers it - opportunity makes the thief - but we cannot say the same for the twins. Thoughts? :c

[icarusredwings]

I know we joke a bunch about mental health in the marvel and poolverine community esspecially with Wade but Im gonna share something super personal. Maybe someone will relate and feel less alone.

Tw: mental health episode.

Im native.

As a child I had very long thick lush hair.

Then it was shaved... by someone who didnt want to "deal with it"

It was also burnt off, fried off, chemically relaxed to the point of falling off, cut extremely short, and ripped out often.

I, now, as an adult struggle very very much with my hair. It never can grow very long and it makes me very upset. Like.. melt down upset.

I tried extentions this week hoping it would make me feel better but I couldn't even make it a full 24 hours with them in. They were nice dont get me wrong but they were very uncomfortable, they were too tight, they hurt my scalp when I tried to do any of my normal styles. It might just be me, because my head is very sensitive due to past injury but also mentally it was telling me it hurt even when it shouldn't.

Not physical voices telling me it hurt, rather then my pain receptors weren't working properly. I know this because my brain was claiming I was hurt even before they were fully glued in. I figured it was just the truama of other stylists burning my hair off at my scalp that was making my head scared and go into a panic mode. Maybe that was true. I don't know.

Well, tonight I wanted. No. I NEEDED them out. They hurt too badly and were pulling etc. Something about my mental health wasn't letting me enjoy what ive always wanted.

It was the longest ive had it as an adult recently, past my shoulders, but then I impuslively trimmed it because.. well I dont even know. I dont fucking know. But I just lopped a good 3 inches off to where it sat on my shoulders instead.

Well I just cut them out.

Riped them out.

All of the above.

I was told to wait and I couldn't. I just couldnt wait for the help. So I cut them out. I feel like, in retrospect this was obviously NOT the best thing to do. For OBVIOUS reasons. So now my hair is INCHES long instead of almost the entire foot of Length that I had. Its patchy, its short, Im literally crying right now trying to figure out how im going to fix this.

It dosn't feel right. It dosn't feel or look like how im supposed to look. I look like that kid who just walked out of the salon who is sobbing with a shitty lolipop in his hand and a bowlcut because thats the only thing my caregivers could handle.

As a man I wish we could stop this narriative of not caring what we look like and "oh its okay, boy hair is short"

I just want long pretty hair... without my brain panicing and causing more issues... is that too much to ask for?

My heart is broken. I really hate when im like this. When my brain is so mean to me that it sabotages my goals despite the YEARS of work ive put in oiling it, styling it, the routines, etc etc.

Im devastated.

I am literally crying on my bathroom floor because even without the extentions in my head STILL hurts. Like im getting PHYSICAL pain from how bad I feel about this. I just.. I can't. I can't.

I don't know what to do..

[quoth-the-raven-wtf]

I've blocked a lot of endos [I'm clustering tulpas in the same "origin category," btw], and I hope that they'll respectfully do the same in return when I post things like this. I will never be the first to interact with them, and more often than not I delete their comments from my posts and block them in order to keep myself from interacting in a pointless argument altogether.

That being said, I still want to put my thoughts out there.

Heads up, this is a long one. The rest is below the cut. Per usual, summarized points are highlighted in red for faster viewing.

I know for a fact that a majority of endos aren't claiming to have a CDD [complex dissociative disorder], which tends to be the main argument endos like to use in order to explain that they aren't invading OSDDID spaces or harming communities built for those who are disordered. That doesn't make their claims of being "plural" any less harmful to the CDD community. They are still claiming to have symptoms of dissociative disorders, which waters down the severity of the actual disorders themselves.

Being a system means having a fragmented identity [which is what alters are]. A fragmented identity is a disordered identity. A disordered identity is a disordered brain. Having parts is not typical, and endos claiming that it is possible to have alters without a disorder creates this misconception that plurality is completely normal to experience.

[Don't get me wrong, I'm also irritated by the perspective that everyone with OSDDID is constantly suffering and cannot experience any joy, or even enjoy being a system—because that view is just as uneducated as the endo one.]

Here's the thing—watering down the disorder isn't actually one that matters much to those outside of people who interact with the system sections of social media, because I guarantee you that most people don't even know what "endogenic" means. The issue with watering down symptoms of disorders that result in alters are how they harm actual systems. I've seen multiple systems on this app and even a few others on social media who claim to be endogenic, but talk about having other symptoms of CDDs and having childhood trauma that they don't consider severe enough to be "traumagenic." Seeing things like that is honestly heartbreaking. There are so many systems out there who are completely convinced that they simply can't have originated from trauma because "they weren't hurt badly enough."

It's bizarre to me that this is what the internet has come to.

Here's the thing; if there was actual evidence of endos and tulpas being fully, scientifically capable of existing, I wouldn't be so strongly against their claims. Hell, I've done research in my spare time to actually look for the supposed proof that endos say there is on the ability to be plural without a disorder, and I've reached countless dead ends. Masterlists of "endo-affirming resources" are either incredibly vague, non-credible, or take me straight to an error message [as in, the page has since been taken down]. Aside from those resources, the strongest argument I've seen is that "there's no proof that endos don't exist," which doesn't make any sense either. You could say that about anything you want to, despite currently existing evidence that already suggests your claim is nonsensical.

I am genuinely open to information that is credible, but so far, it just doesn't seem to exist. Anyone is welcome to share some with me, and I will truly approach them with an open mind; that doesn't mean I'm not going to point out lack of credibility when I see it.

In no way do I feel malice or hatred for systems who identify as endogenic, but I'm afraid that directly interacting with endos through areas of syscourse will, and has clearly already created bitterness. I refrain because of how hostile syscourse has gotten, and I encourage others who share my point of view to also keep the hostility to a minimum. I think everyone needs to be more open-minded—both endos and antis like myself. Unfortunately, that's only achievable in a perfect world.

[princess-charlie-of-hell]

good evening (or morning or afternoon) I saw your posts about the other unaddressed age gaps and I thought I’d bring up something i shared to one of my mutuals

if Charlie is 200 and the show takes place 2024 that means she was born in 1824 Alistair died in 1933 and biologically he is in his 30’s-40’s which means the Charlie and Alastor have a 60 to 79 year age gap. Other than huskerdust, that is the lowest age gap in the Show and one of the lowest across the hellaverse.

Also if we want to talk about age gaps let’s turn to Vaggie. We don’t know when Vaggie was created or born or whatever. She could have been around for 10,000 years or 50. Vaggie was one of Adam’s best soldiers though so I suspect she had to be apart of the exterminations for a while. (No one ever brings up them though)

First of all : good morning you too

True, I don't get how people act like the age gap between Charlastor is problematic and say stuff like Charlie is too young for Alastor despite her being the oldest Character in the main cast (excluding Lucifer).

But the fandoms has a big problem with babying Charlie and other characters like Velvette or Emily despite them being adults. Being naive (Charlie, Emily)and or bratty (Velvette) doesn't equal being a child or teenager.

And Vaggie is an interesting case in my opinion because we don't really know much about the exorcists. It is unclear right now If they are artificial created just for the exterminations, were normal heavensborns or humans who died went to heaven and joined Adam later in their live. But like you said, she probably has been (ha, get it?) parts of the exterminators for years if she was one of Adam top dogs.

Her age is unclear and we don't have any clarification of her age I can think of right now. Except maybe in the pilot days were I belive it was said that she died ca 2014 but I am not really sure if this is true.

So technically we shouldn't ship Vaggie x Charlie because potentially their age gap could be higher than from Charlastor and Huskerdust combined

But in the end all of them are grown up adults fictional and technically immortal beings so I think the arguments the age gap of x and y is to high shouldn't really matter as long as they aren't shipped with children. Fandoms are supposed to be funny afterall

[starstruckcomet]

I'm finally following through on the promise I made in the tags of this post a few weeks ago because I have time now:

So even if nobody asked for it and even if I barely know what I'm talking about when it comes to the technicalities of hockey and even though it's not really something that we need to worry about rn since Arty is back with the Abbotsford Canucks for the time being, I am making an Arty defense post (on the one platform I probably don't have to - this is more something Twitter trolls and Instagram comments lurkers need to hear but I digress) because hearing him be hard on himself made me upset.

Fair Warning: long post - 1,425 words

To start, I'll state the obvious: Arty is YOUNG. He is only 23, and it is well known that it takes longer for goalies than forwards or defensemen to hit their stride. This is actually one of the reasons his performance in the 23-24 post-season was so heavily praised. Not only did he step into that goalie position during an incredibly intense moment (the PLAYOFFS‼️in the NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE‼️), he did so in a way that handled the pressure quite well and kept the Canucks in the race. A lot of other players in his position might have folded under that pressure, but he didn't and we truly might not have made it as far as we did if not for him despite the fact that the rest of the team was good. No team can survive without a good goaltender, after all.

But one thing about the NHL is they love narratives. Heck, I love them, too! When everyone and their grandmother was talking about this incredible story of a young goalie who'd been the MVP of the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS and allowed the Latvian team to win bronze over TEAM USA (the first medal for Latvia in any IIHF World Championship + Latvia literally named it a national holiday!!) — about this young goalie who was now having to fill the shoes of a Vezina-nominated goalie during the NHL playoffs and performing beyond expectation, I fed into it, too. It was exciting! After the anxiety surrounding Demko's injury, it was reassuring to see that our EBUG was not only good, but GOOD‼️He'd played all of 9 regular season games in the NHL before having to be in what is regarded as one of the most intense hockey competitions in the world, and he was consistently better than anyone had expected. Even on nights when the rest of the team fell flat, he played the full 60 minutes, and when we lost Game 7 against the Oilers, the blame was not his. Everyone (and when I say everyone, I mean the fans AND the media) built this image of "Artūrs Šilovs: the guy who can handle pressure like no other."

What some people seemed to forget is that this is not the norm. It is not normal that he played a full hour more than any other goalie in the World Championships when he was not even supposed to be the starter. It is not normal that he set the franchise record for youngest goalie with a playoff shutout while tying second for the most saves made in the playoffs by a Canucks rookie. It is not normal that he was part of the reason there was an extra national holiday in his home country. All of this was him OUTperforming, exceeding expectations – an anomaly – but people seemed to instead create a new, impossibly high baseline for him to meet. The bottom of his baseline was now set where most other goalies' peaks start. To put it simply, people had changed the goal posts for him (sorry, pun intended) and put them in an unattainable spot.

When he started this year and struggled like any goalie his age with his experience might, the image of him that everyone had built broke and people began to dogpile on him like they always do when players perform like humans and not machines. They didn't care that he was young and that the other two goalies he was being compared to were each 29 years old with years of NHL experience. They didn't care that he was forced into this position prematurely. They didn't care that the team playing in front of him was not making his job any easier. The Canucks' season began worse than expected and somehow this was the fault of the second backup goalie with a grand total of 9 regular season and 10 playoff games under his belt. Cool. Makes sense.

This was not anything new for this Vancouver market. Just from having kept up with the Canucks consistently for the past 8 years, I've seen the treatment of our rookies firsthand (Brock and Petey come to mind) and how time after time, they are held to standards no real person could achieve and then crucified when they can't. Arty was Latvia's saviour, and then he was ours, but he is at the beginning of his career and anyone who understands hockey in the slightest should know that this is not sustainable. It would be ridiculous to expect him to be able to pull the Canucks out of a hole everytime we dig ourselves into one. That's not how hockey works. A team may be nothing without its goalie, but a goalie without a team playing consistently in front of him is not going to win either.

And the whole point of AHL affiliates is for NHL teams to be able to see where their young guys are at – to let them get their time and experience in before they're pushed into the intensity of the NHL. Unfortunately, Arty hasn't been able to be in Abbotsford because of Demko's injury and has only started 2 games with them this season so far. But guess what? They've won BOTH those games. In fact, he has been consistently good with the Abbotsford Canucks. Last season, his save percentage with them was .907 with 34 games played. In the 22-23 season, it was .909 in 44 games. Look at those stats and tell me he isn't an incredible player or that he has no potential.

I need all the people saying he's a dud or that the playoffs were a fluke to log off for me real quick and never give their opinion about hockey ever again, because it just shows that you have no idea what you are talking about. Training takes time, progress takes time, consistency is a learnt skill. Expecting a goalie to be amazing right off the bat is stupid and downright naive. Arty has already proven himself. He does not need to be supernaturally incredible 24/7 to earn some respect. Hockey fans need to learn that you cannot build someone up into an idol and then be disappointed when they don't meet your unrealistic standards. He didn't ask to be considered our "saviour." That was forced onto him, which created unnecessary pressure for a rookie, and then people acted like he'd promised them something and not followed through on it. That is immensely unfair.

This is not specific to only Canucks fans. There is a larger conversation to be had about the culture surrounding the NHL and its rookies, and I am sure there are people much more knowledgeable and articulate than I am to touch on that so I won't do that here. But I will say this: In situations like this where fans (and media ‼️) create unrealistic expectations for young atheletes, even in the anomalous best case scenario where the player ends up living up to them perfectly, you risk so much more than you gain. We talk about player's mental health, but these are the exact kinds of things that lead to burnout. I repeat: expecting consistency all the time from one player is NOT sustainable. There will always be low moments in a player's career. Their value is not defined by those moments, but instead how they get themselves out of them. I trust that Arty can do that and I hope that while he continues to find his stride, he is met with the empathy and understanding he deserves after all the effort he has put in for the Canucks. I am so excited to see where his career goes. In conclusion, that man deserves all his flowers and you better give them to him or I will trample your fucking garden. The End.

baby goalie :(

[dorky-kawa]

It still hurts that this was one of the last good moments with the squad together before things went to shit but ALSO this was the last moment in the manga that Gojo was totally happy and content, wholly optimistically looking forward to the future, including his own, until his death.

He woke from a nap recalling memories from the days of his blue spring that he still yearned to get back -- but, the dream sequence also ended with him picking up Megumi, who he woked up and saw was all grown up now, together with other precious students he has cultivated.

His dream was slowly but surely being realized.

The past will always be painful and he will always have his regrets, but he was looking forward to the future.

Even if Geto was gone, Gojo could still do this for him, for the two of them whose youth were taken away too young and too soon. Gojo would see the dream realized for the both of them, standing in a kinder world with the next generation who he will have raised to be more blessed than the two of them ever were.

— only Gojo would never see it pass either, in the end.

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[mothwingwritings]

I will never be normal about this cutscene.

[raayllum]

was so caught up in the euphoria of finally having Callum's "however dangerous, however vile" in the trailer it is only fully sinking in now that we're going to have a scene In Canon where he says The Thing In Context and i'm

[is-the-milk-fresh]

"But the ship is pseudo-incestuous!!" THE GIRL CANONICALLY FUCKED HER ACTUAL COUSIN???

Like incest bad. Don't do incest. Don't be Lucy. But I feel like maybe thats not the grounds on which to be arguing here? Never mind that they are literally NOT related (no matter your personal headcanons). Ms. 'Incest is a normal part of growing up' probably isn't going to be morally hung up on that. Even if she (in the case of actual incest, not headcanon father figure pseudo-incest) absolutely should be.

I don't even ship it myself. But Lucy Maclean is a capital F Freak. You gotta accept that.

[unopenablebox]

im making a wedding guest list in order to. uh. destress. from work anxiety. (we are not officially engaged yet in that we are waiting for our rings to arrive sometime this month and also do not even a little have a wedding date and have not figured out a budget yet. so it's a very stupid exercise. but. i can do whatever i want)

anyway im beginning to worry that i only have two friends? i suppose it's actually good because that will cost less but possibly i have some kind of disease or condition

[localgardenweed]

Also forgot to share this beauty i drew a few days ago