#and I want to get you something meaningful.

[technecat-scratchings]

Here is another common argument I see when people defend genAI as 'just being the next step in automated technology'. In fact, I've had multiple lengthy discussions with people about why it's a bad comparison, so I'm going to break down my reasoning with some of these examples as a springboard.

This one is...long. 🧑🏻‍🏫

"I'm stealing jobs from portrait painters every time I take a selfie" is a bad comparison because photographers did not replace portrait painters in their entirety and because cameras take a fair degree of skill to use well. If you wanted a professional portrait, you would still have to pay one of these two types of artisans to get it.

"Computer used to be a profession", yes, and now, computer programmer is a profession. The technology changed the required skill set, but did not replace the need for the skilled artisan. (Yes, coders are artisans.)

These comparisons, and others like them, focus on the progress of technology ignoring an extremely important aspect of the argument. That being, why does technology improve? The answer to this is, simply put, that technology improves in order to decrease the need for human labor in tasks that are tedious, unpleasant, and sometimes dangerous.

Do you really believe that people who washed dishes for a living before dishwashers came along bemoaned technology that made their jobs easier? Or lost their jobs because of it? Note that dishwasher is still a job in 2025, because an electric dishwasher is (1) a tool that requires human input and (2) cannot be used for all things that need washing.

"But wait", you may be thinking, "generative AI also requires human input and cannot be used for all things, therefore it is just a tool like a dishwasher!" And you would be half-correct in that it is a tool, but wrong that it is nothing like a dishwasher.

Do you enjoy washing dishes? I don't. The task itself is fine, but its Sisyphian nature is maddening. It would be ten times worse if I had to hand wash everything, so I am grateful that I have a reasonably good electric dishwasher to do the hardest part for me-- the hardest part being the physical labor that goes into washing a week's worth of dishes. With a dishwasher, the only physical labor I have to do is scrape the dishes, load them into the washer in the correct configuration, put in soap, and set the buttons (then later, reverse half the process to put them away). I only wash dishes because I have to wash dishes. It's labor that I would gladly automate away completely if the opportunity presented itself.

Art, however, whether music, writing, drawing, photography, voice acting, performing- is not labor that needs to be automated because it is labor that is--and this part is important-- enjoyable and fulfilling to the laborer. I know some people hate the "art is human" argument, but I'm sorry, art is a huge part of human culture and society and it always has been. People have always pursued art for its own sake, building the skills needed to create it because it is meaningful to them to do so, and not because they have to.

And, believe it or not, even the art and design that you may think is unimportant and ripe for automation, like marketing, advertising, character design, jingle writing, voice-overs-- is actually something that someone cared enough to hone a skill in and even -dare I say?- someone's passion.

I love designing lesson plans and handouts. I use Canva for layout because the district covers it and I get to use all the features for free. Canva is always pushing for me to have their "AI" create the layout or write the content or generate images for me. I hate that; I never use any of those features. For me, the joy of making the handouts is making them. It is a craft I like to do so I don't need to replace that with algorithmic automation.

But worksheets are, admittedly, a weird comparison for most people. They are an artform to me but most teachers would love to have someone else do that labor for them. There's a whole digital marketplace called Teachers Pay Teachers that is literally for the purpose of paying fellow teachers who enjoy doing that kind of work. Wild, right? Paying someone for labor that they enjoyed doing because you wanted the results but didn't or couldn't do the labor enjoyably yourself?

And now we can loop back around to the real reason why generative AI being called "just another tool" is a problem. Because the "problem" the tool is "solving" is paying for labor. The issue the technology addresses is not, "I want this to be easier for me to do on my own" but, "I want this result but I do not want to pay a skilled laborer to do it, nor do I want to invest the time in learning to do it myself".

People still pay huge amounts of money to get their portraits professionally painted. Humans like things that other humans make. We like to see the results of struggle and effort and celebrate successes with people. The art patron pays willingly because they value the labor that goes into a painting. Photography did not replace the portrait painters, it created a new type of artist who gained a new skill set and mastered a new technology that, ultimately, just gave everyone a new way to enjoy art (and pay for the labor that went into it).

Defenders of genAI as a 'tool' for creation like to argue that prompt writing is a honed skill. Well, so is drawing a relatively straight line on a piece of paper. It's not a particularly impressive or labor intensive skill, but you do have to practice to get a passable result. But I don't see anyone arguing that someone who draws a relatively straight line on a paper is on par with a trained artist, nor that they should be paid for labor in equal to what a trained artist should earn.

And yet, that's what these AI companies want people to believe. They want you to believe that the effort of imagining something and telling someone else to create it for you is equal to the effort of creating it yourself. That they are simplifying your life by removing the tedious labor of having to learn a skill for the purposes of your own enjoyment. That art isn't actually labor that deserves to be paid for, because it can be almost fully automated.

But in reality, they just don't want to pay a human being to do art. Don't let them trick you. It is in their best interest as tech companies to devalue human labor as much as possible (even though that will, eventually, backfire on them) and they will push that narrative as hard as they can for as long as they can to keep filling their pockets.

I've finally figured out an argument that convinces coding tech-bros that AI art is bad.

Got into a discussion today (actually a discussion, we were both very reasonable and calm even through I felt like committing violence) with a tech-bro-coded lady who claimed that people use AI in coding all the time so she didn't see why it mattered if people used AI in art.

Obviously I repressed the surge of violence because that would accomplish nothing. Plus, this lady is very articulate, the type who makes claims and you sit there thinking no that's wrong it must be but she said it so well you're kind of just waffling going but, no, wait-- so I knew I had to get this right if I was gonna come out of this unscathed.

The usual arguments about it being about the soul of it and creation fell flat, in fact she was adamant that anyone who believed that was in fact looking down at coding as an art form as she insisted it is. Which, sure, you can totally express yourself through coding. There's a lot more nuance as to the differences but clearly I was not going to win this one.

The other people I was with (literally 8 people anti-ai against her, but you can't change the mind of someone who doesn't want to listen and she just kept accusing us of devaluing coding as an art) took over for I kid you not 15 minutes while I tried desperately to come up with a clear and articulate way to explain the difference to her. They tried so many reasonable arguments, coding being for a function ("what, art doesn't serve a function?") coding being many discrete building blocks that you put together differently, and the AI simply provides the blocks and you put it together yourself ("isn't that what prompt building is") that it's bad for the environment ("but not if it's used for capitalism, hm?" "Yeah literally that's how capitalism works it doesn't care about the environment" she didn't like that response)

But I finally got it.

And the answer is: It's not about what you do, it's about what you claim to be.

Imagine that someone asks an AI to write a code and, by some miracle, it works perfectly without them having to tweak it---which is great because they couldn't tell you what a single solitary thing in that code means.

Now imagine this person, with their code that they don't know how it works, goes and applies to be a coder somewhere, presenting this AI code as proof that they're qualified.

Should they be hired?

She was horrified, of course. Of course they shouldn't be. They're not qualified. They can't actually code, and even if by some miracle they did have an AI successfully write a flawless code for every issue they came across that wouldn't be their code, you could hire any shmuck on the street to do that, no reason to pay someone like they're creating something.

When actual engineers use AI what they do is get some kind of base, which they then go though and check for problems and then if they find any they fix them, and add on to the base code with their own knowledge instead of just trying different prompt after prompt until they randomly come across one that works.

People who generate code like this don't usually call themselves engineers. They're people who needed a bit of code and didn't have the knowledge to generate it, and so used a resource.

And there you go. There are people who have none of the skills of artists, they don't practice, they don't create for themselves. When they feed the prompt to the AI they then don't just use the resulting image as a reference point for their own personal masterpiece, and if they don't like it they don't have the skills to change it---they simply try another prompt, and do that until they get something they like.

These people are calling themselves artists.

Not only that, these people are bringing the AI generated thing to interviews, and they are getting hired, leaving people who slave over their craft out of the job.

And that is the difference, for the tech bros who think AI art isn't a big deal.

[pieandflannel]

I'm in a Jensen Ackles community, and someone posted that they wanted a fic about the reader liking Jensen's hands. I love your writing and think you could do it justice. If this isn't something you'd want to do, you can ignore this. 😊

They also said they wanna be tagged, @/deanwinchestersgirl8734

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pairing: jensen ackles x fem!reader

summary: jensen catches you staring at his hands which gives him a cheeky little idea.

cw: 18+ smut/fluff, soft dom!jensen, sub!reader has a hand kink, teasing, praising, breast & pussy play, established relationship (married), jensen is a teasing menace.

word count: 987

julia yaps: thank you so much @multiversefanfics for thinking about me it’s so sweet and considerate of you. i didn’t get much details about what you wanted so I hope this is okay 🥺

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“you’re staring sweetheart” said jensen with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his gaze focused on the script he was currently reading through.

you snapped out of your thoughts and went back to cutting the vegetables for dinner, your cheeks catching on a slight shade of pink, feeling flustered that he caught you staring at his hands. “sorry” you murmured.

but at least he couldn’t read your mind right? he couldn’t tell you were imagining his hands roaming all over your body in a meaningful and sensual manner, his big hand wrapped around your throat as with his other hand his fingers work you open, slowly, one finger then two, maybe three. his thumb circling your swollen clit.

he couldn’t tell you were thinking all that right?

but come on can you blame yourself? his hands are so pretty but at the same time so masculine, decorated with age, kissable freckles and veins, a watch on his wrist, tattoo on his thumb and a silver wedding band on his finger that represented his undying love and loyalty for you. you shamefully worshipped your husbands hands as if they were sculpted my michelangelo himself, and he secretly knew it despite you trying to hide it.

he glanced up from his notes and couldn’t help but smile softly as he noticed just how embarrassed you were at him catching you gawking.

an idea popped in his head, he cleared his throat, putting down all the papers onto the table and he stood up, taking his empty coffee mug and walking over to the kitchen counter. his walk was slow, almost like a predator creeping up on it’s prey.

you looked up and flashed him a smile before going back to focusing on not cutting your fingers off with the kitchen knife.

jensen put the coffee mug down by the drip machine, pressed the button to make more coffee and walked behind you, his broad physique towering over your smaller one. his front pressed up against your back.

he gently placed his hands on your hips and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, then another one on your neck and lastly onto your shoulder.

“babe~” you let out a giggle as his beard tickled your delicate skin, your cute little giggle making him smile. he gently squeezed your waist before snaking one of his hands up your shirt, moving higher up, just below your bra.

your breath hitched slightly as you tried to focus on slicing the vegetables and not his hand placement, but jensen made it real hard when he sneaked his hand under your lace bra to cup your breast. his hand big and warm.

his other hand gradually shifting lower and lower, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts. “babe wha-what are you doing?” you managed to stutter out with a smile.

he hummed in your ear, a big smug smile on his face. “nothing” he replied with an innocent tone which you didn’t fall for. “mhm sure” you chuckled and playfully rolled your eyes.

his hand softly massaged your breast, his thumb brushing against your hardening nipple which made you let out a shaky breath. you had to put the knife down in order not to hurt yourself or him by accident. your lips parted as your breathing became heavier.

“you know what i’m thinking of right now?” jensen whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your neck which sent shivers down your spine.

“n-no?” you accidentally whimpered out. he couldn’t help but smirk at how worked up you seemed to already be.

his veiny hand suddenly leaving your breast and gripping you teasingly by the throat, his fingers wrapping round you deliciously.

“having my hand wrapped round your throat as my other hand plays with your pretty little pussy” his other hand sliding into your shorts and panties, his middle and ring fingers finding their way between your folds with practiced ease. “oh would you look at that, sooo wet, already?” he teased in a slightly mocking tone as he spread your arousal with his middle finger, using it as lube.

you gasped out as he suddenly brushed against your bundle of nerves, your hands weakly grabbing a hold onto his wrists which only made him chuckle. you tilted your head back, resting it on his muscular shoulder. his facial hair brushing against your temple.

his hand teasingly tightening around your throat as his thick digits circled your clit painfully slow, a soft moan slipping your lips. your eyes closing as your back arched leading to your ass brushing against his crotch. “j-jensen..” you breathed out his name like it was some secret.

“shhh shhh it’s okay sweetheart” jensen cooed into your ear, his fingers sliding up and down your slit. “just focus on my hands, in your panties and around your neck…you’re doing so good for me sweetheart” he praised, his words making you melt right there on the spot. he gave your cheek a soft kiss and continued to play with you.

as tension was building up in the pit of your stomach, your grip on his wrists became gradually weaker. jensen could tell that you were getting close by how your body tensed up underneath his touch.

then suddenly his phone started ringing, jensen couldn’t stop the small smirk forming on his face, he was waiting for this important call for a while now, knowing damn well he will leave you waiting, on edge and unsatisfied until later.

“i gotta get that, it’s important” he whispered with a smirk before giving you another soft kiss on the cheek and slowly pulling away, reaching into his pocket for his phone with one hand and licking off your arousal from his other.

“i’m not finished with you yet” he said, giving you a cheeky little wink before picking up the call and walking away into the living room.

thank you so much for reading! feedback and reblogs are always deeply appreciated <3

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[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlove me a loser — ꒰ mark lee ꒱. [bf hcs] ㅤ⭑ ⚝ .ㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

loser-bf!mark & fem!reader

〃syn: so innocent, so sweet, he's like a lamb except when you know how to push him ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings: smut [mdni] , all lower case , clit play , fingering , shy-mark , turns bit bold tho , he has a boner while doing the business for you , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

loser-bf!mark who talks to you as if you’re the most precious being ever discovered on earth. and to him? you absolutely are. his tone goes warm, gentle, silky. his words are being careful and meaningful.

loser-bf!mark who actually stutters. like full-on blabbering. yes, he’s soft. but the second you’re just an ounce more affectionate? his brain stops forming sentences in an understandable way.

loser-bf!mark who doesn’t touch you. well, not until you give permission of course. he’s a loser but also a gentleman with his whole damn heart. and he’d rather not touch you than be it in a way that’s even a bit uncomfortable for you. he keeps his hands off.

loser-bf!mark who won’t manipulate. he can’t. not like in a way he doesn’t know, he can��t do that to you. you’re precious, you’re everything. guilt tripping? feeling bad even if it’s not intentional. if he knows you’re sad or hurt by him, his poor little soul crumbles into actual pieces. what’s his purpose if not making you smile and giggling beside him?

loser-bf!mark who isn’t an actual loser outside the relationship. he’s just, well, quiet. he doesn’t turn a lot of heads by keeping himself low. he’s still funny and jokes around, but around you? he can’t keep off the flush from his face, his heartbeat quickens the second you lock eyes and he’s snapping his head away like he got caught doing something bad.

loser-bf!mark who at first, tapped his pinky on your skin repeatedly, hoping you’ll take the hint -and when you did, he just froze- and you were like. isn’t this what you wanted? a small, dumb nod and you just squeezed your hand tighter.

loser-bf!mark who gets so easily turned on, the first time a soft laugh slipped from you. he’s so cute, isn’t he? god bless him, he gives such an easy job to have his needs fulfilled by you. but once he’s in the mood, you can’t claw him off.

loser-bf!mark who has an addiction to your taste and smell. some might think he’s a dog. which in reality, isn’t far from the truth. he bites, licks, sucks. and not only your skin. he’s insatiable and feral.

loser-bf!mark who’s intimidated by a pussy. his lips tremble just a bit but are still visible. eyes darting everywhere. wow, we have such nice weather! oh, i didn’t even notice that your plant already grew this much! and that picture behind you, barely visible on the shelf? don’t even ask- he just can’t. lock. eyes. with. it. it looks so soft, pretty pink flushed color, and your smell doesn’t help either. but wait! not in a bad way- it’s just so uniquely you, sweet, curling around him like faint smoke.

loser-bf!mark who first dips his index finger through your slick folds, hands bit shaky. it’s okay, he’ll get there eventually.

loser-bf!mark who gulps down the biggest lump in his throat as his digit bumps into your swelled up clit, instantly making you twitch and buck your hips up. cute tip leaning a shameful, dark spot on the front of his sweats -which he doesn’t even notice until you either stifle a giggle or laugh, looking at it directly, and that’s when he realizes his problem too.

loser-bf!mark who had control -somewhat- over the situation so far, until now. burning shame settled in his gut, hand almost retreat when yours shot out to take grip on his wrist, halting his movements. poor boy thinks your find it pitiful, disgusting, even. like, please, who ruins their clothes in the first five minutes of getting to do your girlfriend for the first time? does this make him look like he doesn’t even know what he’s doing?

loser-bf!mark who’s apologizing, you have to hush down, encouragement is needed to guide him further. he’ll mess up. he’s now very aware of his hard-on. and aware of the fact that you’re aware of it too. what if you expected more from him? and if he ends up not making you climax, especially in the way you imagined?

loser-bf!mark who doesn’t say a word, but you see into his soul, eyes now uncertain. should he continue? no? and still hesitates even when you finally mutter out the quiet, “it’s okay. i want you to continue.”

loser-bf!mark who still just circles around your throbbing clit gingerly, tip of finger occasionally dipping in your cunt, just to explore. and is totally blind to the silent plea of your hips raising toward him.

loser-bf!mark who when finally eases one finger in, takes your whimpering and whining as a stop, so far until you beg for more.

loser-bf!mark, now with his middle and ring finger nestled in your clutching head, the pads prob against your walls a few times, hopelessly searching for that sweet spot that supposedly hid in you.

loser-bf!mark, who after finding it, instantly starts ramming his fingers, hitting it harshly over and over again and poor him gets surprised the moment you stop him, wincing in discomfort and clutching his wrist to a stop.

loser-bf!mark who follows your instructions when told not to chase that orgasm like it's a running away deer, grind his fingers, stretch and tease. and the smart boy he is, he does exactly that. when seeing your tensed up muscles melt and relax, courage pooling up and starts to take over his moves again.

loser-bf!mark, who when making you come, by his own hand, feels euphoric and smug deep inside, while the little shaking in your thighs says he did a good job.

[heartsforkatsuki]

honeymoon. ｡°✩ s. todoroki

pov; shoto's first time

pairings; virgin!shoto x fem!reader

warnings; SMUUT!!!! p in v, drinking (sort of), creampie..?, also top!reader\

shoto todoroki was a traditional man, through and through.

his home decor? traditional, minimalist, clean lines, muted colors, with touches of old-fashioned elegance. the meals he cooked for you both? traditional too. hearty miso soups, perfectly grilled fish, and rice steamed just right, like something out of a recipe passed down through generations.

for as long as you’ve known him, that’s been his quiet motto: tradition. not because anyone forced it on him, but because it gave him structure, comfort, a sense of purpose in a world that often felt chaotic.

that, of course, translated into his sex life.

he’d always been clear with you. he wanted to wait until marriage. not out of shame, or fear, or pressure, but because he believed in making things meaningful. in doing things right. he believed the first time should be about more than just desire. it should be sacred.

he wanted it to be with someone he loved, someone he trusted, someone he planned to spend the rest of his life with. and now, after everything, the planning, the ceremony, the vows spoken under soft lights, it was the night after your wedding.

and finally, the moment he’d been waiting for had come.

shoto had been drunkenly kissing you all over in the cab ride home, soft, sloppy kisses planted on your jaw, down the side of your neck, and anywhere else he could reach as he held you close. he was practically in your lap, whispering declarations of love like they were secrets only you were allowed to hear.

“[name], i love you,” kiss “soooo, sooo” kiss “much,” he said, lips brushing clumsily against your skin between each word, breath warm and slightly sweet from the champagne. his eyes were glassy but bright, and his smile, small and unsteady, was one of the most genuine things you’d ever seen.

you, a little more sober than him, though not by much, just chuckled under your breath, hand resting lightly on his chest as you tried to gently push him back into his seat.

“shoto, baby, calm down a little,” you murmured, amused. “wait ‘til we’re home.”

he blinked at you, slow and dazed, before nodding seriously like you’d just given him the most important instruction of his life. still, he leaned his head against your shoulder, humming contentedly, fingers lacing with yours.

he might’ve seemed bold now, flushed and loose-limbed, drunk off love and a little too much champagne, but you knew him.

you knew that once the door shut behind you and the reality of what the night meant finally settled in, that confidence would soften into something much more vulnerable.

he wouldn’t crash. no, he’d get shy.

the weight of everything, the meaning, the intimacy, the moment he’d waited so long for, would hit him like a wave.

because for all his tradition, for all his quiet strength, shoto todoroki was still new to this kind of closeness. and now that he had you, fully, legally, undeniably, you knew he’d want to savor every second. even if he had to fight through his blush to do it.

now, you were both stumbling into the honeymoon suite, the heavy door clicking shut behind you with a soft finality that seemed to seal you both into your own little world. the buzz of the day still lingered in your veins, dizzying love, too much champagne, and the thrill of knowing you were finally, finally, married.

shoto was the first to move, wordlessly bending to toe off his polished dress shoes, one at a time, steadying himself with a hand against the wall. the moment felt surreal, seeing him here, in this space meant just for the two of you, looking so completely undone. his hair was slightly tousled from hours of dancing and being in the arms of everyone who wanted a hug or handshake. his tie had already been loosened in the car, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone, revealing a sliver of collarbone and pale skin flushed with wine and warmth.

meanwhile, you leaned against the opposite wall, one arm stretched out to brace yourself as you carefully worked the tiny clasps on your heels. your dress shifted slightly with your movements, the fabric whispering against your legs. your fingers moved with practiced ease, though the haze of alcohol made everything feel just a little slower, a little softer.

your eyes flicked up toward shoto, and there he was, standing just a few feet away in the entryway, his shoes now discarded, his posture stiff despite the looseness of his attire.

he wasn’t looking at you, not directly. instead, he was staring down at his hands, twisting his wedding band slowly around his finger, his brows drawn together in quiet concentration. his shoulders rose and fell with a shallow breath. he was fidgeting, something you’d come to recognize as one of his tells. he wasn’t nervous about you, but about the moment, the weight of it. the intimacy.

you finally slipped your heels off and set them gently to the side, feeling the plush carpet under your feet as you made your way over to him, steps soft and unhurried.

when you reached him, you didn’t say anything at first. instead, you lifted your hand and slowly pressed your palm to his chest, fingers splaying out over the soft cotton of his shirt. your chrome french-tip manicure caught the low, golden light of the suite, tiny flickers dancing across his chest with each subtle movement of your fingers.

you rubbed slow, soothing circles there, feeling the steady, rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch.

his eyes finally lifted to meet yours, wide, warm, and filled with something that hovered between awe and vulnerability.

you gave him a small, reassuring smile. a silent promise that you were here. that you loved him. that this was yours, together.

“sho, you okay?” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, feeling the porcelain skin against your lips. you knew that as soon as you were alone, he'd get all shy and reserved, but you also knew how to coax him out of his shell. he nodded slightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he tipped his chin up, giving you better access to his neck. you took advantage, trailing kisses down his jawline and onto his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under your lips.

he let out a soft, contented sigh as your hands began to wander, unbuttoning his crisp white dress shirt with deliberate slowness. you could feel his heart racing as you untucked the shirt from his black dress pants, your fingers brushing against the warm skin of his abs, making him shiver in anticipation. you took your time, savoring the moment, knowing that he was completely yours.

he groaned low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down your spine, when you found that particularly sensitive spot on his collarbone. he started to help you undress him, his movements eager but clumsy, adding to the intimacy of the moment. you watched with amusement and desire as he fumbled with his belt, missing a couple of beats in his haste. his breath hitched as he finally succeeded in undoing it, the sound of his zipper lowering filling the quiet room.

he looked up at you through mismatched, half-lidded eyes, a mix of vulnerability and desire shining in his gaze. you could see the trust he had in you, and it made your heart swell with love and want. you pulled him closer, your bodies pressing against each other as you continued to explore his neck and shoulders with your lips and tongue. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight, his body responding to yours in the most delicious way.

you could feel the heat radiating off his body, see the goosebumps that rose on his skin as you traced patterns on his back with your fingertips. he shuddered, his breath coming in short gasps as you continued your sensual assault, knowing that you had him completely under your spell. and you loved every minute of it.

he walked over to you, his steps deliberate and purposeful. you could feel the anticipation building as he reached for the zipper of your dress, his fingers gently grazing your side. you obliged, moving closer to him, giving him better access. he took hold of the zipper, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to slowly pull it down. the sound of the zipper descending was almost deafening in the quiet room, a symphony of anticipation and desire.

you could see the mix of nerves and excitement in his eyes as he took his time, savoring the moment. once the zipper was fully down, you stepped out of the short dress, feeling the cool air hit your skin. shoto, with a swift movement, threw the white silk dress somewhere across the room, not caring where it landed. his focus was solely on you.

since the dress had breast pads, you were left in just white, lace panties, your body barely concealed. shoto's gaze roamed over you, taking in every curve and line, his expression one of awe and wonder. you could see the appreciation in his eyes, the way his breath hitched as he drank you in. it made you feel powerful, desirable, and completely cherished.

you stood there, letting him look his fill, enjoying the way his eyes darkened with desire. you reached out, running a hand through his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his body against yours. he came willingly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.

you could feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of your own. you pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, seeing the raw emotion reflected there. you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, pouring all your feelings into it. he responded eagerly, his arms tightening around you as he kissed you back with equal fervor.

not even a minute later, you took his hand, leading him to the king-sized bed that dominated the room. the white sheets were adorned with rose petals, creating a romantic and inviting atmosphere. you could see the appreciation in his eyes as he took in the scene, a small smile playing on his lips. he lay down, his body relaxing into the soft mattress, his eyes never leaving yours.

you climbed over him, your body moving with a grace and confidence that came from knowing exactly what you wanted. you decided to take the lead, knowing your husband well enough to understand that this was what he desired. you straddled him, feeling his body respond to yours, his breath hitching as you positioned yourself above him.

you leaned down, your lips finding his jaw, trailing kisses down his neck, his collarbone, and his chest. you took your time, savoring every inch of his skin, memorizing the way his body reacted to your touch. you could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps as you explored him, your hands roaming over his chest and arms, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your touch.

you pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, seeing the raw desire and love reflected there. you smiled, a slow, seductive smile, knowing that you had him completely under your spell. you slipped your panties off, the lace fabric sliding down your legs, leaving you completely exposed. you straddled him again, feeling his length press against you, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

you took a moment to appreciate the feeling of him beneath you, the way his body fit so perfectly with yours. you reached down, taking hold of his length, feeling him pulse in your hand. you guided him, running his tip up and down between your folds, teasing both of you, building the anticipation. you could feel his hips bucking slightly, his body begging for more, but you took your time, wanting to savor every moment, every sensation.

you leaned down, your breath hot on his ear as you whispered, "i love you," before kissing him deeply, pouring all your feelings into it. he responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight as he kissed you back with equal fervor. you could feel his body trembling with need, and you knew that he was completely yours.

once you pulled back, you took a moment to look into his eyes, seeing the mix of nervousness and excitement reflected there. you smiled reassuringly, wanting to put him at ease, knowing that this was a big moment for both of you. you reached down, taking hold of his length again, feeling him pulse in your hand, ready and eager.

you positioned him at your entrance, feeling the heat and wetness of you enveloping his tip. you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes as you began to slowly sink down onto him. it wasn’t your first time, but it was his, and he was, without a doubt, big. you could feel every inch of him as you took him in, the delicious burn of the stretch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

you went slowly, wanting to give him time to adjust, to feel every sensation as you enveloped him. he inhaled sharply through his teeth, hissing at the intense feeling of your wet, tight core surrounding him. his hands found your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as you continued to take him in, inch by inch.

you could see the pleasure and pain mix in his expression, his eyes fluttering closed as he focused on the sensations. once you were fully seated, you paused, giving him a moment to adjust, to breathe. you were impaled on him, feeling him fill you completely, stretching you in the most exquisite way.

he groaned low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down your spine, a primal, raw sound of pleasure. you moaned softly in response, a sweet, soft sound that reflected the intense emotions and sensations coursing through you. you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, wanting to share this intimate moment, this connection.

you could feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of your own, his body trembling slightly beneath you. you took a moment to just feel him, to appreciate the connection, the love, the desire that was building between you. you began to move, slowly at first, riding him with a purpose, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he was bringing you.

“does this feel okay, shoto?” you whispered low, your voice a husky whisper against his skin as you leaned down to kiss his neck. you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern, wanting to ensure that he was enjoying this as much as you were. you began to move up and down a little faster, your body responding to his, the pleasure building with each movement.

he groaned in response, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “yes, love..” he mumbled, his voice strained with pleasure. he looked down at you, his mismatched eyes half-lidded and glazed with desire. he tipped his head back, shutting his eyes tightly as another groan escaped his lips, his body arching slightly off the bed as he succumbed to the sensations.

you noticed his hands were gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles white with the effort, his body trembling with the restraint it was taking for him not to touch you. you smiled, a soft, encouraging smile, wanting to reassure him, to let him know that it was okay to let go, to explore your body as you were exploring his.

“baby, you know you can touch me, right?” you said, your voice a soft caress as you leaned down to kiss him gently on the lips. you took his face in your hands, caressing his cheek with your thumb, feeling the stubble prickle against your skin. “i want you to touch me, shoto. i want to feel your hands on me,” you whispered, your breath hot against his ear.

he panted, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. “ah.. you sure?” he asked, his voice breathless and hoarse with need. you could see the desire in his eyes, the way his body was responding to yours, and you knew that he wanted to touch you as much as you wanted him to.

you nodded, smiling surely, your eyes never leaving his. “i’m sure, shoto. i want this. i want you,” you said, your voice filled with conviction. you took his hands, placing them on your hips, feeling his touch send sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. you guided his hands, showing him how to move with you, how to touch you, how to explore your body as you explored his.

you began to move again, your body rocking against his, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he met your movements, his body responding to yours in the most delicious way. you could feel the pleasure building, the connection between you growing stronger with each touch, each kiss, each movement. and you knew that this was just the beginning of a night that neither of you would ever forget.

once he gained his confidence, his hands became more assured, more demanding as they guided your hips, helping you move up and down his length. you could feel the power in his touch, the way he took control, setting the pace that worked for him, for you, for both of you together. he moaned into your mouth as you kissed messily, your breaths mingling, your tongues dancing, your bodies moving in sync.

you could feel his length throbbing inside you, his body tensing as he got closer to his peak. his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you tightly against him. you whined into his mouth at the slight pain, but it felt good, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down your spine. “fuck.. i'm sorry.. you,” he panted, his voice hoarse with need, his body trembling with the effort it was taking for him to hold back. “you feel so good, love.. oh m-” he moaned, his voice trailing off as he bounced you faster on his cock, his body taking over, chasing his release.

you could feel it building, the intensity of his movements, the way his body was tensing, the sounds he was making. “ouu.. i'm close..” he groaned low, his voice a guttural growl as he bit your lip, kissing you deeply, his body moving faster, harder, more urgently.

“can i-” he hissed, pulling back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, his expression a mix of pleasure and desperation. “can i come inside? please, love?” he pleaded, his voice hoarse, his body trembling with the effort it was taking for him to hold back. you could see the desire in his eyes, the way his body was responding to yours, and you knew that he was close, so close to the edge.

“sho, yes.. of course.” you panted, your voice breathless, your body responding to his, your movements matching his urgency. you could feel his body tensing, his length throbbing inside you as he bucked his hips up, fucking you to the hilt as he grinded you down onto him, his body taking what it needed, chasing his release.

he moaned loud and pretty as he spilled into you, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he held you against him, his body grinding against yours as he rode out the waves of pleasure. you bit into his shoulder, your body responding to his, your orgasm crashing over you as you came together, your bodies moving in sync, your breaths mingling, your hearts pounding in unison.

you both hit your peak together, your loud pants and moans filling the quiet room, a symphony of pleasure and release. your bodies were slick with sweat, your skin flushed, your hearts racing as you came down from the high, your bodies still connected, still moving together, still one.

“god… [name] that was..” he spoke breathlessly, his voice hoarse, his body still trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. you could feel his heart racing, his body shaking slightly as he held you, his hands rubbing your back gently, soothingly.

“amazing? i know.” you responded, chuckling low, your voice a soft, satisfied purr. you could feel his smile against your skin, his body relaxing slightly as he held you, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.

“i love you.” he rubbed your back, his voice soft, his eyes filled with emotion. “so much.” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, his body still trembling slightly with the aftermath of their lovemaking.

“i love you too, husband.” you responded, your voice soft, your eyes filled with tears of happiness. you kissed him gently, your lips lingering on his, your body melting into his, your hearts beating as one. in that moment, you were completely and utterly content, completely and utterly in love, completely and utterly one.

[fluffydeoxys]

OC stuff is dangerous wdym you just think about that guy and you feel things. You made that thing and it’s come such a long way like they’ve grown and fleshed out and you’re proud of them. And there’s an indescribable feeling of pride and tenderness and passion and fondness. That ☝️thingie is My Thing and I love them

[marithempressz]

Pick a Card: What are the good news?

Hey, babes! 🌕✨ After that deep, wholesome Scorpio Full Moon energy, I thought it was time to lighten the mood and bring some good vibes into our lives. 🌸💫 So, feel welcomed—take a deep breath, ground yourself, and choose the image you're most drawn to. 💖 This is a general reading, so take what resonates and leave the rest. Sending love always. xx Deck used: Waite Tarot

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

Pile 1

Six of Swords, Four of Wands, Seven of Wands, Ace of Cups, Ace of Swords, The Moon, The Hermit

Many good things are coming your way. Your path has been long—you’re someone deeply committed to yourself and naturally reserved. You’re ready to make changes, even radical ones. This journey hasn’t been easy; it feels like you’ve been on it for a while. You never gave up, even when you were tired or defeated—you held on to your faith.

The things you focus on are mostly kept private. You understand the importance of choosing carefully who you share your inner world with. Not everyone gets access to you.

What I’m seeing here is that all your effort—all the pain that came with change—will be worth it. It’s not just about reaching the destination; what you’ve learned along the way is even more important. What’s the story you want to tell others when you share a part of who you are? Try writing a monologue to feel how right it is to simply be yourself.

There is love here—yes, romantic love—but more importantly, self-love. And that self-love reflects how much life loves you in return. There is also power. Beyond the truth that love is power, you’ll begin to see just how much knowledge you’ve gained—how much you’ve grown since the beginning. Everything will start to make sense, and you’ll finally reap what you’ve sown.

Pile 2

Queen of Wands, Seven of Cups, Ten of Cups, Page of Swords

I sense a mix of urgency and excitement—maybe even a little anxiety. But it feels like this isn't about waiting and wondering if things will happen... you know they will. That’s where the excitement comes from, and it makes perfect sense.

There’s this vibe—like you have a list of things in your mind, and you’re reading this post all fired up about what’s on the horizon lol. Don’t worry, darling—everything has its timing. Everything you’ve been wishing for is on its way.

But here’s the thing: in your reading, there’s something specific that’s going to bring you deep emotional fulfillment. Real joy. There may be a woman who shares some important information with you—something helpful that could guide you toward what you want. There’s a strong emphasis on this information being shared, because once you receive it, you’ll need to act on it.

I really hope you get whatever it is you're reaching for—whatever it is, it feels meaningful. And honestly... you’ve got this.

Pile 3

The Magician, Queen of Cups, Ten of Wands, Two of Wands

Music is important for this group. Art in general, yes—but music feels especially present here. Hmm... feeling a bit embarrassed, are we? Maybe you have a dream related to music, and what’s blocking you is a sense of shame. Oh, if you only knew how many artists feel that way—you wouldn’t think you’re so special, lol.

This actually reminds me of something. There’s this artist I really like—very down-to-earth—and he always tells people that being a singer is just a job. Nothing more special than that. Just like some people are doctors, others are singers or entertainers. If you feel called to an artistic path, you don’t have to think of yourself as someone extraordinary, bro. Everyone’s just doing their thing. Humble down a little, lol.

That said, you’re always on the right path when your heart feels connected to it. Just let things fall into place. Don’t forget your dreams. Sometimes it might feel like this calling is more of a burden than a gift—but you know better. Pay attention to what’s making it feel heavy. Ask yourself: why does following your heart feel like a burden?

You've got the mindset. You've got the power. You already know what's right for you. This reading is just a confirmation of that. Your good news? You’re right—once again.

Why are you even here??? 

[justnatoka]

If anything happened to you...

Sinclair brothers x Fem! Reader

A/n: I was torn if I should keep this as one fic, but it was just too enticing to split it into two at this point in the story. It was the perfect place to do it, and I couldn't resist. Sorry not sorry.

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: sexual innuendos but nothing else really

Summary: Stay out of sight and out of trouble. That's what Bo always tells you when they are dealing with visitors. But sometimes things don't go as planned.

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The call came at around 9. You and Bo decided to have a lazy morning, and that meant you were still in bed. You groaned as the obnoxious sound filled the quiet of the room, and Bo’s arm tightened around your waist. He reached over you with the other one, plucking the offending device from the nightstand and glanced at the caller ID. He cursed under his breath and rolled over, letting go of you in the process as he sat up. You let out a whine at the loss of his warmth against you.

“I know, sweetheart, hold on,” he muttered before picking up.

“What?” he barked into the phone.

There was a few moments of silence while he listened, then a “How many?”

You turned around, staring at his back, at the subtle movement of his muscles tensing up. He glanced back at you, still listening intently.

“When?” he asked.

After another moment, a smirk grew on his face. “Alright, we’ll get ready. But you have to explain to our sweetheart why she has to spend the rest of the morning alone in bed.”

The teasing tone of his voice made you roll your eyes as he handed the phone to you.

“Mornin’, sweetpea!” Lester’s cheerful tone brought a smile to your face.

“Hey, Les! What’s going on?”

“A group of college kids headed your way. Five of ‘em.”

You huffed. “But I was having such a nice nap.”

“I know, sweetpea, I know.” His voice turned mischievous. “I mean, you could come over while the boys deal with ‘em. We could nap and cuddle all you want. Or we could snuggle up in my bed too.”

You could almost see him grinning on the other end of the line, the suggestion in his words not lost on you.

“Maybe I will,” you teased back, and he let out a throaty chuckle.

“Don’ play with me, darlin’, you might end up spanked.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” you giggled, your face turning hot when you noticed Bo staring at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Gotta go, Les. See you later.”

“Alrigh’. Stay safe,” he replied, his voice turning serious for a second.

“You too,” you said softly, then ended the call.

Bo looked at you expectantly.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “So that’s what you two get up to when you’re alone? You know, sweetheart, if you wanted to be spanked you don’t have to go all the way to Lester, you can just ask me.”

By now he had a shit eating grin on his face, and you were about ready to combust. Instead, you just threw a pillow at him, which he dodged with ease. He was laughing all the way out the door. You heard him bang on Vincent’s, shouting at him to get up because they got work to do.

You sank back into the sheets, opting to laze around a bit more before getting up and starting your day. After a little while Bo came back, now in his work clothes with his baseball hat on his head. You were still amazed at how good he looked even when wearing something so simple. He must have seen something in your eyes, because his smirk grew wider as he approached.

“See something you like?” he asked, leaning down and caging you between his arms.

“Always,” you smiled back, and sighed when his lips pressed against yours.

His kiss was slow, reeling back his hunger for once, but not any less meaningful. It was a promise that he will come back to you alive and in one piece. The same promise he gave you every time he went hunting. And he managed to always keep it so far, minor injuries aside.

“Stay out of sight and out of trouble,” he warned when he drew back. There was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. He didn’t have to say it, you knew what he was thinking. If anything happened to you… It was always a possibility, and you were all too aware of it.

You gave him a warm smile, a sign of reassurance. “I know.”

With that, he was out the door.

A few minutes later, while you were getting dressed, Vincent appeared at the door. You could feel his eyes rake over your bare legs as you pulled on a long sleeve, one of his as he realized a moment later, its length reaching around your mid-thigh. He couldn’t keep his hands off you any longer. He crossed the room in a few big steps and hugged you from behind, his wide frame completely enveloping you, and he let out a sigh as he nuzzled your hair. You just chuckled at his antics and brought one of his big hands to your lips, pressing a small greeting kiss to the back of it.

“Morning, Vinny.”

He just grunted in reply.

“You heard it from Bo, haven’t you?”

You felt him nodding, and his arms around you tightened.

“Be careful out there, okay?”

He nodded again, his hold on you loosening so you could turn around to look at him. You cupped his face in your hands, hidden behind his mask, and as he leaned down, you breathed a kiss against the artificial lips. His eye fluttered closed, bringing you even closer, and you melted into his embrace.

You liked these quiet moments you had with the boys. At times like these, you could almost forget about everything, about their goal, about the bodies strewn around town, forever caged in wax, about what they were about to do to this group of college students. It was something you got used to of course, it was the reality of living in Ambrose and having a relationship with the Sinclair brothers. That didn’t mean there weren’t some moments when you wished it could be different.

Eventually, you had to let go of Vincent as well. You whispered the same words of “Stay safe” you said to the other two. When you looked in his eye, you could tell that he was smiling under his mask. He gave your hand one more squeeze before he walked out the door.

It was a little after 11 when you heard the first scream. You were in the kitchen, doing dishes, and you peered out the window to see if you can catch any movement. The voice sounded female, and you guessed it likely came from the direction of the House of Wax. You couldn’t see anything, but you still dried your hands and went around downstairs, looking through all the windows just to make sure. You thought you could see something further down in town, maybe a man running, but the next second it was out of sight. Now it was completely silent, and you didn’t spot anyone approaching the house.

You decided not to risk it anyway, and taking a book with you, you made your way down into the basement. You settled down on the bed Vincent kept down there in his workshop, and waited for one of your boys to come looking for you, telling you that it was all over.

It wasn’t them, however, who came running down the stairs, but a group of two guys and a girl. All of them were bruised and bloodied, and you could only hope that all of the blood on them was theirs. One of the guys, the bigger of the two, had a nasty cut on his face, and you took in his bruised knuckles. He was clearly hitting something, or someone, pretty hard not long ago. The other one was limping, and was supported by the girl who also had a few cuts of her.

“I told you I hit one of them, I swear,” the big guy yelled, his voice a mixture of anger and fear.

You saw the crossbow in his hand and your stomach dropped. Did one of them get shot? Who? And how serious is it? Your mind started reeling. You didn’t even realize that you gasped until they all turned to you.

Everyone froze. Then the girl started talking.

“Oh god, how long have they been keeping you in this torture dungeon?”

It took you a moment to realize she thought you were one of their victims as well. You glanced at the guy with the crossbow. Even if he hadn’t used one before, it would be hard to miss at this distance. If they found out you were with the boys, they would surely turn on you in an instant. So you decided to play along.

“Two months, I think,” you lied. There was no need to fake the tremble in your voice as you said it. Your adrenaline was through the roof.

“Why are you not tied up or something? You seem awfully cozy down here,” the big guy commented, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Jared, don’t be an ass,” the girl hissed at him.

“No, Misty, it’s a valid question. There was nothing blocking the entrance to the basement. She could have walked out whenever she wanted,” the other boy reasoned.

“They told me they’ll kill me if I try to run. There were others,” you started, not even having to lie about this part. You’ve seen the polaroids in the auto shop. Although, that was before your time here. “Other girls.”

“What happened to them?” Misty whispered.

“They didn’t make it. You’ve probably seen them somewhere in town, frozen in wax.”

All of them shuddered.

“Alright, we’re taking her with us,” the guy with the limp told his friends. He turned back to you with a sympathetic smile. “I’m Casey. And as you already know, these are Jared and Misty.”

You exchanged silent nods.

“We gotta go. Those freaks could be here any minute,” Jared grunted, and you bit your tongue before you could say anything that could get you in even bigger trouble.

Misty grabbed your arm and pulled you along with them, running through the corridors of the underground tunnels. Your mind was racing a mile a minute, all the while you kept an eye on that crossbow. As soon as you reached the outside, you had to find a chance to slip away.

You’ve never got this close to any of the visitors before, never had to think about ways to protect yourself. To be honest, you were terrified. You were scared of what these people would do if they found out you were with the guys who killed their friends, scared that one of your boys would do something stupid and get themselves hurt if they saw these people dragging you along. Hell, you were scared one of them got badly hurt already. The quiet morning you shared with them seemed so far away at this point.

The tunnel led up into the House of Wax. Even as you creeped out the front door and down the street, your brain was frantically searching for a way out of this whole situation. When you were nearing the edge of town, you really started panicking.

“We can’t go that way,” you blurted out, tearing your arm out of Misty’s hand with a bit more force than needed.

They all stared at you bewildered.

“What do you mean?” Jared barked.

“If we leave town that way it will be obvious where we went. But if we go through the woods,” you motioned towards the line of trees not far ahead, “we can hide and shake them off.”

“Are you crazy? We get lost in those woods and we’re as good as dead,” Jared snapped at you.

“He’s right,” Casey agreed with him a second time today. “Even if it’s more risky, at least we know where we’re going.”

It was no good. If you managed to convince them to go into the woods, you had a hundred chances to separate from them and run back to town. You did know your way around, thanks to Lester. This was not an argument that you could win, however. You were rapidly losing control.

When Misty moved to grab your hand again, you took a step back.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.

You took a deep breath. This is going to be extremely stupid. “I’m not going with you.”

They looked at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“Come on, don’t be stupid. Those guys will be here any second, and they will hurt you,” Casey reasoned.

“No, they won’t,” you said and took another step back.

“Of course they will! They are psychos! Just come with us and you will be safe,” Misty pleaded.

You shook your head. “They won’t hurt me,” you repeated stubbornly.

Now something changed in Casey’s eyes, and he looked at you with nothing but pity.

“Poor girl. Those freaks really did a number on her.”

Before you even had a chance to understand what he meant, there was a shout coming from the direction of the town. Looking back, you saw Bo and Vincent running towards you. You let out a sigh of relief. At least it seemed like they weren’t seriously hurt.

Even from so far away, it was clear Bo was full of unfiltered rage. Then his expression changed, and you saw something you’ve only seen on him a couple of times. Fear.

There was a commotion behind you, then you felt something hit the back of your head, hard. The last thing you sensed before you blacked out was Bo’s voice as he shouted your name.

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[lokavisi]

Just because a deity says they really want that $150 statue does *not* mean you have to buy it, no matter how much they hound you about it. If you can't afford that $150 statue, get the little $10 plushie that makes you think of them. The reason Loki gets $1 boxes of candy and cups of tea from me so often is because that's what I can afford. I have very limited altar space, but I'll leave an offering out beside me while I'm chatting with him or in the hopes that I'll feel him around while I'm doing a mundane task. He gets it. Something truly is better than nothing, especially when it's something meaningful. A box of candy sitting on your dresser while you get dressed can be just as meaningful as a big statue sitting on your altar. (You could even argue it's more meaningful, but that's a whole other post lol)

| Just a reminder to people : You do not need an altar for deity work. You do not need to spend a lot of money on offerings or rituals. You do not need to hold yourself to the standard of other people's practice. This is your journey and your relationship with the gods. They understand what you have and they understand whats available or any circumstance you are in. I am a strong believer that, if an offering or devotional work is with good intentions and done so from the heart, it's more than good enough and your deities will be more than happy and accepting. Even if it's not a historical offering or even if it's something simple like saying good morning in your mind, they take notice and they love you for you. Having an altar or performing rituals is great, I have an altar myself! However, it's not a necessity, especially if you cannot make one/have one.

[tarotchariotpickyourcard]

Should you go for this job? PAC

Wondering if it would be worth your time? Do you have what it takes? Let’s see what the cards say.

please choose between group 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 from left to right

Group 1 (heart box)

Firstly, I got the idea of clinging to something, or sticking to something too long. Is there someone here who is scared of quitting or switching?

Romance

That’s interesting! My first thought is that it romanced you lol. It’s wined and dined you, and it looks very appealing. If we’re thinking in terms of should/shouldn’t, this can hint to a good match.

Something that blends well with your character, something that you’re attuned to, maybe you already have experience in this type of role, or you just know you would be good in it.

It can also suggest that perhaps a partner, love interest, crush so on so forth is involved somehow. It could also mean you might find a crush at work if you do get it.

I’m feeling good energy from this, even if there are some nerves. It’s just a little bit exciting or nerve racking. I get a good feeling from it though. There’s something about freedom, here. Maybe this job would allow a little more flexibility for your life or within your interpersonal relationships.

It looks like you really want it, and to be honest, why not, if you’re interested.

8 of cups

It’s funny, you’re wined and dined and you leave it all behind. Perhaps you’ll lose interest? But if you think deeply, there’s a need for meaning when it comes to your job role or vocation. Perhaps this might not meet your need for true meaning, a sense of purpose and a feeling like belonging.

If you look more into it, you might find that it doesn’t tick all the boxes after all, or you may have misunderstood something. Maybe there’s something important that this just wouldn’t be able to give you. I wouldn’t say don’t go for it, but I would probably advise not to have rose tinted glasses. I get a big feeling that there are some very strong needs that you can’t compromise on, and you only should if it’s safe to. But to be honest, there may be a better fit elsewhere.

Right so let’s look into your skills and if you are a match.

Outlets and Advocacy

What’s this? A remedy for the daily grind? That’s right, here’s the boost you need to experiment with some new past times and hobbies. Work can feel uncreative sometimes, or not aligned with who you are, or completely and utterly devoid of any sort of meaning or value or shred of humanity - but don’t despair! You have the ability to express yourself in other ways, and life is full of meaningful endeavours. There’s no need to chain your life to a boring job when there are gardens to grow, baseballs to throw, and pudding-based performance art installations to show. Get out there!

Interesting, we talked about needing it to be meaningful for you. 

I am my own best advocate. When I have an idea, I share it. When I have a need, I speak up about it. When I tell a joke and none of my coworkers laugh, I make sure to repeat it….and then explain it… and if need be, draw a diagram so everyone gets it.

You might bring some good humor to the workplace lol.

Overall this is good energy of someone who doesn’t sit down and take things. Very active in the workplace, someone who bring their ideas forward, someone who has vision and probably can’t stand a boring or simple type of role. You need some kind of creative input, you need to share those ideas and solutions.

You do have a bit of advice though with outlets, because even if you feel your work lacks meaning right now in this moment, you still have the ability to have meaning in the rest of your life. Your work is not your life, remember you’re more than that and you have meaning no matter what! You give meaning to wherever you are! You add something, wherever you go. You’re important and if you are currently working somewhere now, you are valuable no matter what they say (or don’t).

Now, what does this role ask of you? What does it want from applicants?

Filling the well

Feeling like your brain could use a tiny jump start? It might be time to take a break and go explore some completely unrelated territory for a few days. Wells can only provide so much water before they dry up. And brains are the same way. Regardless, your brain could use a kick in the brain pants, so step away from your routing and head to the nearest museum, park, concert, or chowder cook-off. Do it now! Hurry! Before your boss sees you climbing out the window!

So this role could be adventurous for you, or different than what you have worked in. Could literally involve a public place like museums concert halls etc. Seems kind of cerebral too. Could involve travel. I really feel like saying though, it’s more about your needs than the excitement of it that seems important.

So I think it’ll require more activity, figuring stuff out more, for you to travel from place to place maybe. So if you go for it, maybe ask about that. (It seems like you’re a good match, since you can put yourself out there).

Added note after: So fill your own well with 8 of cups here too. It’s about you finding meaning regardless. You are important and things outside are important. Things you create personally are important and life changing. You are valuable interpersonally! This is a hint to look after yourself right now. You might be overdoing it or expecting too much of yourself currently.

I hope that this helps you understand it a little more and what to keep in mind.

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Group 2 (shell)

I just got really cold then. Lol.

Look for a sign, and forgiveness.

Another interesting one.

Knight of swords.

Did you have an argument with someone? Or a disagreement? Oh dear, looks like someone said something harsh. Is this more about thinking you should leave as a result, to get away from a current role?

This could also be that you’re clashing with someone in your life. Maybe you’re only thinking of this role because your parent is telling you to “get a job already”. I don’t feel that much interest in it to be honest? This gives me the motivations of “i want to get away from this person, or stop the conflict, so this can be an out.”

Look for a sign is clarified by 7 of cups. It really is giving me the idea that you’re not sure you even want this particular role anyway. 

Or - you’re interested but confused if it’s the right fit. There’s just a lot of uncertainty here, and I would say that if you want to know if you should go for something, look at your true desires and motivation. That will give you a good idea on yes or no itself. I don’t think the angels or spirit would encourage you to go for something that doesn’t make you happy, or that doesn’t give you a sense or belonging or that doesn’t ensure your wellbeing. 

I really get the vibe that you’re hearing things you don’t want to hear, it’s unpleasant, and you need a break. If it’s possible, maybe get a day off or a day away from your situation. Let your mind rest, because when I see 7 of cups it’s usually when someone has been thinking so much that they’ve become confused. That’s no way to make a decision. 

And i’m calling you out - don’t worry, i’ve done  it too - you’ve probably been looking outside yourself to be told if you should or shouldn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I get it, you’re here after all, but I’m seeing more doubt in yourself here.

It’s like you don’t trust yourself. This can look like going with the motions, asking spirit for signs (but nothing is good enough or convincing enough), feeling the pressure too much from people around you. Indecision in general. I really feel you, here. Forgiveness could be a nod to forgiving yourself. Why don’t you give yourself a shot? If you had to make a split second decision here and now, would you?

I’m just getting the sense of being really harsh with yourself, remembering the coldness or nastiness of others, and other things all accumulating. Please grab your power back - that’s where the self agency is.

And you know what, even if people disagree with your moves or are unhappy with it - let it be. There’s freedom in that too. I see how down some people are here, and I really feel like your self esteem or confidence has taken a hit.

Peoples words seem to really get to you, but I think there’s a partial reason to this - (I got de ja vu, so strong) Maybe you’ve been bullied or put down very often which I’m so sorry for if true - one of the reasons being is that I see your energy has been kind of…ripped? It’s like a shield that’s disintegrated.

One little thing that I think can help you is to cleanse yourself energetically and shield yourself. You can ask archangel michael to come in, cleanse you of negativity and fear, replace it with positive white light and then ask him to put his blue/purple cloak over you to shield and protect you from outward negative energy. Really close your eyes and visualize this if you can.

A skillset of yours is

Ego

When my selfish ego rears its ugly, screaming little head, i calmly toss it a xanax and ask it to leave me alone. I’m a big, generous person, and in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter if smeone else gets the credit for my idea. Because at the end of the day when you really stop to think about it, the idea might end up being bad and then they’ll have to take the fall. So there.

I think this is great. This is a hall mark for someone who can move past things and keep working, keep being involved in a team, let the grudges go etc. This is what you want at the workplace! This is a very professional mindset. More people need to be like you. But at the same time, I get the idea of putting yourself down again.

Let yourself have that bit of fire, let yourself be a little more confident or expressive. It’s for the benefit of the workplace in the end after all.

What does this role ask for?

Prep work

I make friends with the quiet loners- organization and planning - and i suddenly realize how cool they are! I start hanging out with them. And I bend to their influence. I even allow them to give my daily habits a makeover. Normally I wouldn’t succumb to peer pressure, but isn’t efficiency the best? C’mon, just let me fill in one more bullet journal…I promise i’ll be able to stop.

So with this if you do go for it, organizational skills are a must. If you have a job history, make sure you focus and highlight this skillset and examples of it. Good luck if you do go for it.

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Group 3 (lightning)

Very strong answer, card popped right out

Oooohhhh, interesting! This is nice imo.

Remain positive

This card talks about there being positive momentum towards this desire, you speed up your dreams with a cheerful or confident demeanour. It may seem like your dreams are taking a long time to manifest, but soon you will see a change. Don’t allow yourself to lose hope when your dreams are so close to coming true!

That’s so funny with the hanged man.

I think straight up it’s probably a good idea, even if you don’t get it, I feel you would be on the right track.

If you go for it, you might have to wait for interviews, there might be a delay in responding, there’s something that might hold it up. Maybe you’ve just been waiting for so long for an opportunity like this. Seize it with both hands! This is clearly something you’re interested in or have been hoping to see this type of role/opportunity. Why on earth wouldn’t you take a shot?

Do you not think you belong there or have a place? Manifestation is strongly hinted here - you can MAKE space. This amuses me, because it could even go so far as making a new role to allow you in. There’s something unusual or different about this situation. If you don’t get this role, you’ll likely manifest something similar or within the same company. The feeling of open possibilities is really strong here for me.

If you wanted confirmation, here it is! It seems exciting. I know it must have been hard. Hanged man comes up usually when we want to do anything BUT wait. When it’s such a drag and we are actively having to practise patience. When we don’t like it or feel frustrated. Maybe you’ve had to give something up, maybe in the past you’ve had to surrender an opportunity like this. Maybe you thought you’ve had signs, but nothing seemed to happen.

Well, you deserve this opportunity. You’ve done the work for it, you’ve put in the energy. I bet the receiving bit was hard lol. 

Your skills:

Faith and tenacity

Wowwww you’ve really stuck it out.

I know in my heart that everything will turn out awesome. So I’m willing tyo have faith and trust that anything that isn’t awesome will eventually lead me to something that is. But I’m ready for awesome whenever you are, universe. Y’hear me? Awesome.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try…to remember that there’s an old tired saying about this for a reason. Everyone fails sometimes. But failure is only failure if it happens on the very last page of your story, and since you’re sill breathing that’s not where you’re at right now. So if you’ve hit an obstacle on your way to success, don’t sweat it. Dust off your air quote and hang them on that failure as a reminder that failures are a part of succes, and this is all part of your lifelong job. Then, get right back to it! Your next failure is waiting to bring you closer to your dreams.

You’ve got it all! You can do this! You will get where you want to be and it will be because of you. I’m rooting for you!

What the role asks of you:

Modesty

I am willing to be wrong. I am willing to not know all the answers. I’m even willing to admit to my boss that i screwed up. Behind all this humility is the me that knows it’s better to be modest than to be a die-hard, try-hard, know-it-all. Isn’t that mature and gracious of me? You’re welcome. So funny how it talks about “failure” and now its saying being willing to be wrong. Maybe you should highlight where you’ve been wrong or made mistakes, and how you’ve fixed them and grown? The workplace or people involved could value this trait as well in general. You will likely get along better with the right people if you are yourself, warts and all, willing to learn and grow.

No one walks in knowing everything, and being willing to acknowledge that and asks questions till you do know lots is very valued.

Hope this helped!

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Group 4 (sunflower)

It seems like the job role or employer asks for a lot. 

Helpful people

Money’s coming in. That’s so strange to see from this card. But people want to help, or there are people who will want to take you on. I’m getting under their wing as well. You might be in a vulnerable place right now, and that can feel lonely, but there are people or opportunities coming for you. (after a time of clouds hanging over you)

To be honest, you seem like you could be a leader in your field, or someone who has gained experience that is very valuable. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is maybe a step up for you or has an opportunity for you. If you currently have a job then people might go to you a lot for advice, tips, or help. Helpful people might hint to a job role such as customer service, or dealing with the public in general.

You really do have something valuable to bring to the table, and this particular role should be grateful if they get you, because i see that you would be able to help them out a lot.

The angels have something to do with this. It looks like one of them is tapping the lady on the head lol. Like ‘hey, look at this’. I see that you bring a lot of clarity to a place. You could be good with communication (which is sadly not that common actually. Talking up a big game is different from communicating effectively in the workplace.)

The fool is a good sign as well. This talks about having faith and trusting. There’s a little angel and demon on his shoulders here, so you might have a choice to make, or you’re tempted to do something you feel you shouldn’t. It might be simply the temptation to stay somewhere for a certain perk vs going because you feel guided to.

The fool as always, gives the advice of look before you leap. Sure, trust is involved, but you don’t need to do it blindly. Ask people around you for advice or help with looking at the role and responsibilities fully. If you go for this, make sure to look at the contract fully, and ask questions that are specific and important to you.

Overall this is looking good for prospects. 

Your skill:

Oh. My. God.

It’s like I'm psychic or something. I’m turning the cards as I go. 

Communication

I am a masterful communicator with the ability to say what I think and feel in a way that doesn’t invoke conflict. Watch as I dodge the bullets of sass and snark! Marvel as I avoid the traps of passive-aggressiveness and victimhood! Be amazed that even though it’s sometimes stressful, I choose to communicate- an act that saves us all from the grips of certain unspoken seething!

Let me just bow down to you for a minute. THANK **** THERE ARE PEOPLE LIKE YOU. THANK YOU.

Moving on. What does the role ask of you?

Decisiveness

I go with my gut, when faced with decisions, I make my choices quickly and confidently. I trust my experience and skill and I will boldly and proudly go anywhere they lead me! So maybe you could focus a bit on how you’ve made important decisions independently AND leading a group. Maybe how one went well, and if something didn’t, how you mitigated that. There’s lots of leadership/managerial energy. A good mix of independent and group working together.

Good luck in your job hunt! You seem very capable and I hope your workplace appreciates you and your skills!

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For reading. I hope you enjoyed. I have discovered ai imagery. I don't know if I'm into it. Oh well.

[tryandbehappy]

I don’t even know where to start. Let’s break down the writers’ intention first, and then I’ll analyze it.

Out of all the possible outcomes, this was honestly the worst on, not just because it’s the one we didn’t want, but because it’s the shallowest. They used Nick, and the fans’ love for him, just to create a shock twist. What were they trying to say? That someone who survives within Gilead could never deserve a normal life? Maybe I even agree with that idea in theory. But the way they executed his death was awful.

They never actually showed Nick doing anything wrong on-screen. All the moral ambiguity was off-screen. And there was always a possibility they’d twist it last minute to reveal he was a villain. But from the perspective of emotional manipulation? This was brutal.

This is what’s known as a “shock for the sake of shock” a writing device where the creators deliberately go against the logic of their own story just to trigger an immediate emotional reaction: surprise, grief, rage, disbelief. It can work if the twist is emotionally and narratively earned, but most of the time, it ends up as narrative betrayal.

Here’s what defines this kind of twist:

-It contradicts everything we know about the character, making the audience feel tricked.

-It destroys emotional investment, because the entire journey we followed with the character suddenly doesn’t matter.

-It lacks narrative honesty instead of letting us witness conflict, transformation, or consequences, the story just drops death like a fact, not a resolution.

-It denies catharsis, we’re left with no space to mourn or reflect because the character is killed despite the story, not because of it.

What we have here: they wanted to make a statement about morality or the system, sacrificing the character for the message, forgetting that this character already means something deeper to the audience.

At its core, this is emotional exploitation of the viewer: build up an iconic love story, layer it with emotional depth and meaning, and then simply say forget it, he died like a dog, and this isn’t even a tragedy, it’s a lesson.

That’s why these twists don’t just make fans sad. they make them feel betrayed.

The Handmaid’s Tale has always been a show about extreme cruelty, but also about resistance, hope, and the idea that good can prevail. And here, they gave us the most intimate, beautifully filmed scenes of love, Nick’s love for June, their bond, his sacrifices and then had him die like a dog. Meanwhile, characters who did far worse things Aunt Lydia, Serena, Lawrence get redemption arcs and walk away cleaner than Nick ever did.

They did all of this to shock us. To hurt us. And the worst part is, they didn’t even let us mourn him properly. Because in the final scene, we’re not even supposed to feel sorry for him. They framed it like he chose the wrong side, that he somehow deserved what happened. And that is just… vile.

Calling this a “love letter to fans” is pure mockery. Especially knowing how they carefully baited us all season giving us beautiful scenes, emotional intimacy, suggestive dialogue. It wasn’t in our heads. It was crafted. And now they call this heartbreak “a gift”? That’s sadism. That’s Gilead-level manipulation.

Nick ends up being framed as the one true “bad guy,” despite everything we know and love about him. Despite his arc, his humanity, his pain. And they didn’t even give him a meaningful death.

So I ask was it worth it? Was this really the story you wanted to tell? And calling it a “love letter” just adds insult to injury.

The whole episode was stuffed with scenes that felt rushed and absurd, with cartoonish logic. And no execution, especially in a brutal regime like Gilead’s, would end the way they portrayed that hanging. Not without real consequences. Not without blood.

So they really want us to believe that Luke and a bunch of handmaids just magically took out a group of armed guards and no one got hurt? That’s honestly laughable. It was childish. The way it was filmed like a playground fight scene.

But what they clearly wanted to show is that Nick was the man who picked the wrong side, and so he “deserved” what he got. All while keeping everything vague and off-screen.

Honestly, I don’t even know how to comment on this anymore. What I do know is that they used the fans, played with us, and mocked the very love story they carefully built. They knew they had created a huge emotional fanbase around Nick and June. They gave us fairytale visuals, Disney-style parallels, deep, intimate moment, all to twist the knife at the very end. That’s not drama. That’s emotional sadism.

And that’s all I really have to say. There won’t be any more videos. I can’t even bring myself to rewatch their scenes anymore. It feels tainted now.

I used to think Peter Quinn’s death was the worst one out there, meaningless, undeserved. But at least he died a hero, trying to save the President of the United States. It didn’t make much sense, sure, and Carrie forgot him way too fast. But at least he wasn’t punished by the narrative.

Meanwhile, Nick’s death? It was framed as something he deserved. because he stayed in Gilead, even after his father-in-law murdered those girls. As if that proves he was never going to change. As if none of his sacrifices ever mattered.

What did they even accomplish with this twist?

Sure, they got their shock moment today, but for most fans, for the majority of their loyal base it’s now unpleasant to even rewatch the show. Rewatching June and Nick’s scenes feels hollow, painful, or even meaningless. And I genuinely don’t understand who does this to their own story. They had something beautiful they could continue to profit from , emotionally, artistically, even financially through rewatchability, legacy, and fan engagement. And instead, they burned it for a one-time shock payoff in season six.

And the worst part? This could have been done beautifully. If they wanted to show tragedy, if they wanted to show how trapped he was they could’ve done it emotionally, meaningfully, powerfully. But they didn’t. They just used us, their most devoted viewers to create a “twist.”

Like, yeah, what’s the most shocking thing they could possibly do?

Serena betraying someone? Obvious.

Lawrence switching sides? Expected.

Aunt Lydia doing something cruel? Nothing new.

But Nick? Nick dying like a dog, stripped of dignity, labeled a villain, denied both love and redemption that’s the twist no one saw coming. And yes, they were right. no one predicted it.

But at what cost? They destroyed the emotional core of their own show just to surprise us for five minutes. Now the rewatch value is gone. The emotional resonance is gone. The love story they crafted and framed as sacred is gone.

All for what?

It doesn’t make any fucking sense. So yeah, this is where we’re at. I don’t know what else to say, guys.

[thoughtfulchaos773]

Seeing this just proves they've been planning for Jessie is to Richie as Sydney is to Carmy since the beginning.

Oh, no—The Bear doesn't do romance. They weren't thinking about writing a ship for Jessie and Richie or Sydney and Carmy-

This was a seed planted, and if they've been planting this, they've been planting Carmy's love story, too.

I remember Richie fans on Reddit going crazy about Jessie’s return; they enjoyed the looks she gave Richie in her first episode. (We can’t enjoy the looks Carmy gives Sydney without an argument, but I digress.)

Because it is that kind of show, and I stick by this. Richie and Carmy's obstacle is finding love outside of work.

In the first season Richie talks about a beautiful date he had (while Carmy is tasting Sydney's food for the first time). A few episodes later, we witness Richie's struggling love life in 1x06.

Ceres is an episode that shows us, in Richie and Carmy's interactions, why they can't move on and live. Richie couldn't connect with his date because she couldn't connect with the past or tradition. Comparing Carmy, he has difficulty moving forward with Sydney; he's open to something outside of tradition, or so he claims, then tells Sydney he's not ready (for a relationship). Amongst being stuck on the past, Richie and Carmy also can't get to their ending "because they're afraid of something good happening because something bad's gonna happen"

But by the end of the first season, Carmy can finally move forward with Sydney, and Richie can apologize to Tiffany. Notice that the one phone call he wants to make is not for Tiffany to receive bad, heavy news that he's in jail, but for him to apologize and move forward. So season 1 ends with a 'these two are ready to heal'.

For season 2, it's a more obvious mirror—I can't find my other meta, but I'll do a quick comparison here. Richie and Carmy are discussing life. Richie needs purpose, and Carmy needs fun—at least that's what they think needs to happen for their lives to be better.

Since Richie and Carmy are almost mirrors to each other, as they end the conversation on life, we get pictures of Claire and Tiffany. This season, Richie and Carmy have to once again dive deeper into the past in order to get their love story.

Claire/ Tiffany- The Past Loves

Notice that when Tiffany is mentioned, Claire is throughout the scene, but even if Claire isn't in the scene, we transition the subject between these two because Tiffany(EX) is to Richie as Claire(Ex-Crush) is to Carmy.

For example, when Richie sees Claire, he mentions Frank, connecting and associating Claire with Tiffany.

2x06-Just as Richie tells Carmy they will continue talking about Claire, we instantly get to the next scene, which features Tiffany and Richie discussing Claire.

Another comparison: The painful "I love you" over the phone.

Claire and Tiffany are part of Carmy and Richie's past, and they don't know who the two are becoming. Following Mikey’s death, Richie and Carmy are actively searching to figure out what life could be and the story will more than likely conclude with Carmy and Richie discovering inspiration and letting go of feelings that they missed out on the good experiences.

Because the good is still in front of them:

Sydney/Jessie- The inspiration

Comparisons: Jessie and Sydney find inspiration in their work, caring for others, and spreading positivity. In Children, they bring a fresh perspective to Richie and Carmy's lives during a time of grief. Carmy and Richie are devastated by Ever's death, while Sydney and Jessie maintain an optimistic outlook. Sydney acknowledges how special Ever was and believes that simply being there was meaningful. Meanwhile, Jessie reminds Richie that good things aren't all gone, a throwback to 1x06, where Carmy and Richie can't name what it is when they dread the bad happening. Jessie and Sydney handle bad things with a glimmer of hope.

Throughout the seasons, we have been shown the importance of surrounding ourselves with those who inspire us. Chef Terry and Mikey, as well as Jessie and Sydney, who work in the industry and draw motivation from the people around them, emphasize this theme. Richiee and Carmy will also find inspiration in Jessie and Sydney's presence.

No, you got it wrong Jessie and Sydney is just a tale of co workers-

NOPE!

What do we get throughout the show? Richie and Carmy mourning their best friend's death, trying to find inspiration, purpose, and fun. Richie telling Carmy to date Claire (Richie sees love as a good thing- but this isn't a love story? Sure).

How I know it's a love story: Richie deals with loneliness, while Carmy has always been alone and it is a thing between him and Sydney to never leave each other alone and that's one of his obstacles. Richie makes a dig at Carmy for not having a family. Richie tells Carmy to have an open heart and mind. Carmy wondered "What's fun" and instantly associated it with having fun outside of work with someone.

In Season 4, there's an event that people tend to look forward to and are almost forced to see the positive, and weddings tend to do that. We'll have the opportunity to enjoy quality alone time with Jessie and Richie, Carmy and Sydney under the pretense of seeking inspiration.

I stand by it. Even after the show is over I'll always remember..

[mistressofthemanor]

masterofthemanor

"Right" He agreed, his tone betraying both the relief and the joy that suddenly overcame him upon hearing her confirm that she'd not simply acknowledged his will, but understood his intentions and stood beside him, giving them a chance as a couple to face their first obstacle together in years. At first, he merely nodded with encouragement as it dawned on him, then the corners of his lips slowly turned upwards on their own accord. He was grateful for how she decided to handle their discussion; for, despite her own relentless nature, how she was able to put her ego to the side and give way to something that'd strengthen them as a unit. "Let's do that" He concluded and the smile on his face only became wider by that point as he was simply happy to be with her in that moment; to witness the outcome that filled him with hope and motivation for their future. He was determined to not only unveil the truth to their daughter, but also convince her that everything would be fine - and even better - so she wouldn't break the ties with either of them. At her expected, but not awaited final question, he couldn't help but hum to himself and reach for his tea to take a sip and earn himself a moment before giving his suggestion. "Now, that's a tough question" He announced nonchalantly, staring into his cup and biting down on his lower lip before placing the china down on the table and turning back to her. "The logical answer would be that we tell her as soon as possible. We should get over with it, so we can get this out of the way and stop hiding- I don't want to do that for long. *there, he stopped for a second and gave her a meaningful look* However, it's not that simple. You see, I would want to give her some time- a few days at least to get used to the idea and find her bearings- probably go over everything with Alexander, who'd, most likely soothe her, which'd help our cause... *he explained smoothly, resolved and composed, and without missing a beat* Additionally, I believe- and do correct me if I'm wrong and you have other notions, I feel we could use some time together as well. Just the two of us, no distractions, no responsibilities, no snooping around, no what-ifs... a peaceful getaway if you will, hopefully to aid us in finding our way back to each other... *shrugs* we need to get to know each other before I introduce you to my daughter *he smirked at her playfully, then cleared his throat before switching back to a more serious tone after his joke that meant to take the edge off of them needing to find their way back to one another* Ideally, I'd say two weeks. We could break the news to them after the recital- just in case our daughter gets so upset she refuses to be in the same room with us- that way, she couldn't revoke the invitation and we wouldn't have to let Ariadné down by not showing up at the event."

Quietly, she studied him as he spoke, a subtle flicker of fondness playing in her eyes. The corners of her lips curved gradually as he laid out his plan, her amusement restrained but unmistakable, especially when he joked about introducing her to Celeste. When he finished, she sat back slightly in her chair, folding her hands in her lap with the air of someone who had just listened to a well-crafted proposal and was giving it due consideration, although, in truth, her decision had already begun forming the moment he said we need some time together. “Well,” she said with a slow, deliberate elegance, “I must say, that is the most charmingly plan I’ve heard in some time." Her smirk deepened, though the warmth behind it softened the jest. “I admire the cleverness of it all. Pushing the confrontation past the recital to protect Ariadnè… ensuring the performance isn’t overshadowed by family dramatics… using the delay as an excuse to escape with me for two uninterrupted weeks…” She gave a slow, approving nod. “Very strategic. Very you.” Then, her gaze settled on his, and her voice lowered, losing some of its sharpness—becoming softer, more intimate. “But you’re right, Lucius. We do need time. Not just to remember what this is, but to be in it, without shadows crowding every step. If we’re going to face her, we need to do it as something solid. Something real. Not just familiar. And two weeks…” she mused. “That’s enough time for her to breathe, for Ariadnè’s moment to stay hers, and for us to come back to this house knowing exactly what we’re walking into.” She squeezed his hand one last time, then released it and took another sip of her tea, clearly satisfied. “So,” she said, with a trace of a smile lingering on her lips. “Where are you taking me, Mr. Malfoy?"

Bones of Contention

[shiftingworlds]

The Memory Merge

So, I stumbled upon a technique that's totally blown my mind. I'm talking about the "Memory Merge" method, which is all about using memories to merge parallel universes. Yeah, it sounds like a lot, but trust me, it's a game-changer.

The idea behind Memory Merge is that memories aren't just random recollections of the past - they're actually doorways to parallel universes. By tapping into the emotional feeling of a specific memory, you can create a bridge between your current reality and a parallel universe where that memory exists in a different context. It's like, you can merge the two realities and shift your consciousness into a new parallel universe. Pretty cool, right?

To try out the Memory Merge method, just follow these steps:

Pick a Memory: Choose a memory that's really vivid and emotional for you. It could be a happy memory, a traumatic experience, or just a moment that really stands out. The key is to pick something that resonates with you on a deep level.

Get Emotional: Close your eyes and relive the memory in detail. Focus on the emotions that come up, and let yourself fully feel them. This will help you tap into the emotional resonance of the memory.

Visualize: Imagine yourself standing in front of a big, ornate mirror. See the memory playing out in the mirror, like it's a scene from a movie. Watch yourself and others in the memory, and let the emotions intensify.

Merge the Realities: As you gaze into the mirror, imagine the memory starting to distort and ripple, like the surface of a pond. See the ripples spreading out, merging with the surrounding environment. This is like, the parallel universes merging, you know?

Shift into the New Reality: Let yourself get pulled into the merged reality, and feel the emotions and sensations of the new universe. You might feel a little disoriented or confused, but that's just part of the process.

Integrate: Take some time to get used to the new reality, and let yourself adjust to the new surroundings and circumstances. You might find that your memories and experiences have shifted, reflecting the new reality.

Some Tips

Emotional Intensity: The key to making Memory Merge work is to tap into the emotional resonance of the memory. The more intense the emotions, the stronger the bridge between the parallel universes.

Memory Selection: Pick memories that are really meaningful to you, but avoid ones that might be traumatic or disturbing. You want to have a positive and empowering experience, right?

Summary

So, the Memory Merge method is this crazy-powerful approach to reality shifting that uses memories to merge parallel universes. By tapping into the emotional body and visualizing the memory, you can create a bridge between realities and shift your consciousness into a new parallel universe. It's pretty mind-blowing, and I'm excited to see where it takes me. Happy shifting, everyone!

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[conclaveconfessions]

not really a sin but just something i wanted to say, yall gotta get down with the idea of queerplatonic relationships in this fandom. i see a lot of talk about “secret third things” or like, ships that are not technically romantic not sexual in any way and as someone on the ace spectrum: yall can expand your horizons for what it means for two (or more!!) people to be joined together and what feelings constitute having a meaningful relationship !! obvi this is not me saying “oh you have to read the characters this way” no idc what you do make em fuck nasty make that’s ur prerogative and i greatly appreciate it. just thought id give everyone another option yknow since i’ve seen some of yall describe what, to me, looks like a qpr.

(signed the number one lawrenitez qpr truther)

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A Feedback to ABC — Let Buck Choose Tommy because He Wanted Him, not because the Other Options Don't Work

Based on Oliver Stark's interview with US Weekly on May 14, 2025, there's a big chance that Buck will get a woman as his next LI to prove that he's bisexual, not gay, while placating the more conservative audience members 🙄. Last week, I've sent a feedback to dissuade ABC from doing that. I've just sent another one this week, with several points which I haven't mentioned in my previous feedback.

If you want to send feedback to ABC, you can find the page by googling "ABC feedback". Google will show a link to the feedback page as the first suggestion. You can also access the page by clicking the following link:

If you'd like, you can take several points from the feedback that I've sent (I've highlighted what I think is important with bold, italic, and colored format). Here's a link to my previous feedback, and here's my latest feedback (minus the pictures):

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Dear ABC

Thank you for bringing Tommy back. It's too bad that things between Buck and Tommy are left unresolved in Season 8. Please make them together again as a couple in Season 9.

I'm concerned that the show might give Buck another love interest or two before getting him back with Tommy. Please don't do that. I want Tommy to be 'the one' for Buck. Getting them back together after Buck having other relationships make Tommy seems to be the last option, not the chosen partner for Buck. It is as if that Buck is back with Tommy, just because his other relationships don't work. In earlier seasons, Bobby and Athena chose each other, so did Chimney and Maddie. Why it should be different for Buck?

After Abby, Buck has been searching for a meaningful relationship instead of just-for-fun ones. So far, there is no other love interest who treated Buck better than Tommy. Tommy listened to Buck and took him seriously, even when Buck was being ridiculous in the Billy Boil case. Tommy took care of Buck when he was sick, and gave him a present for their 6 months anniversary. Tommy was still willing to stole a helicopter for Buck, despite being hurt by Buck's words the last time they met. Tommy felt when buck was hurt (he cried when Buck broke down because of Bobby's death). Yes, Tommy is insecure, but it's something which could be fixed easily, not deal breaker. Tommy is such a good partner for Buck, why should Buck have another love interest?

In fact, in their relationship, Buck often treated Tommy worse than Tommy treated Buck. Tommy still didn't know that Buck dislike basketball. This indicates that Buck has never come clean to Tommy about it. Buck didn't give Tommy anything for their six months anniversary. Buck didn't called Tommy even after hurting Tommy's feeling the morning after they hooked up. Buck only called Tommy when he needed his help (to run from the FBI and the military), but didn't apoligized for his hurtful words. Buck said that his relationship with Tommy was as important as his relationship with Abby. However, his action hardly proved that. Buck treated Abby with a hot air baloon date to impress her. What has he done for Tommy? I want to see Buck chase Tommy, I want to see Buck jealous because a hot guy hit on Tommy, I want to make Buck work for their relationship, because so far we've seen that it was one sided work from Tommy's part.

In a recent interview with US Weekly (dated on May 14, 2025), Oliver Starks indicates that the show wanted to explore bisexual side of Buck when it came to dating. It sounds to me that the show wants to give Buck another love interest, probablyba female one. If Buck is not bisexual and Tommy is a cis woman, there will be no talk about giving Buck another love interest. Why should it be different because Buck is bisexual? It feels like a discrimination.

There are better ways to show Buck's bisexuality without making Buck date other people and ruin Buck & Tommy's love story in the process. That excuse is also discriminative. A virgin heterosexual doesn't have to date or have sex with other people to prove that he/she is heterosexual. Why bisexual people should be different? I'm bisexual and I'm offended if I have to prove my attraction to men and women with sexual acts. Why is my word not enough? Why do people think they know my sexuality better than me?

We have seen Buck dated enough women in the past to know that he's attracted to women. We don't need to watch Buck date a woman again after Tommy, to know that Buck is bisexual. In fact, even if Buck dated a woman after dating Tommy, some people still would not accept Buck's bisexuality. They would say that Buck dated Tommy as an experiment, and Buck was actually straight all along. They are just bigots who don't want to admit that bisexuality exists. And I don't want to see Buck date men and women again because it will ruin Buck & Tommy's love story. It will make Tommy the last option, not the chosen partner for Buck. Why do you ruin a good love story just to prove Buck's bisexuality, especially to people who hell-bent on denying it?

You can give other indications that Buck is still attracted to women. While he's still single, make him talk about a sexy female porn star he saw in a porn video. Make him read a swimsuit magazine like Eddie did. Make Buck admire the beautiful women he met on an emergency scene like the ones in the Bachelor Mansion episode, etc.

In my opinion, the best way to confirm Buck's bisexuality is by making Buck say it out loud on screen. Eddie said on screen that he was straight. Hen also said that she was a lesbian in earlier season. Why couldn't Buck do the same? Why should Buck prove his sexuality through dating/sexual act instead of saying it out loud like Hen and Eddie did? If the show treated Buck's sexuality differently than Eddie's and Hen's, it would feel discriminative.

Thank you for reading my feedback this far. I hope you take it into consideration.

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Tim Minear & co. will start writing for Season 9 very soon. Thus, it is important to give feedback to ABC soon enough.

Please help to spread the word.

🙏🥺🙏

[scribble-dribble-writes]

The Void - 9

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Bob x Yelena

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The flicker of the neon sign, the faint buzz of the city clung to the air as Yelena sat by the large window looking out to the street. The smell of baked dough and melted cheese swirled around her.

Sal’s was often empty around this time of the night, which made it the perfect time to come around. No paparazzi, no Val, no one to perform for, it was just them. A Russian girl and an American boy, taking comfort in the ordinary things for the first time.

It felt meaningful cause everything was real.

She turned to see him, his back facing her as he stood near the counter looking at the menu placing the order.

It was simple, no complications, fate had tried to make them twisted and yet somehow here they were, wounded but unchanged. There was beauty in that, the effects of the war they walked through could not be seen on them.

But the past comes around to haunt, like always, it’s there in the corner, she feared the loss of these moments even before they could be history.

What if Val was right? What if she did hurt him.

She heard his nervous laugh as he bargained to get a meal combo, it made a smile. The first time they were here, he stood behind her.

It tightened her throat, what if she was never made for the ordinary?

Would all this be her lying to herself? She could be called to fight at any moment, Val could set off the alarm and the world could be engulfed in chaos and ..

“So apparently they are out of our regular chocolate dipped vanilla bars, I got us the raspberry swirl instead.”, Bob approached as she regained her composure.

When she turned to see him as she faked a smile, she knew. It wasn’t going to get past him.

He had paused, his hand outstretched with the ice cream bar in his hand, his eyes focusing on her, reading her face to understand she was upset.

She took the bar and thought of something to say, something to not make him worry but it never worked.

He took a seat beside her in the booth.

“What is it, Yelena?”, he posed the question so effortlessly, his tone so gentle as always that she couldn’t help but tell him all her secrets.

She busied herself to open the wrapper but it didn’t budge, “It’s nothing too serious.”, she tried, the wrapped slipping her fingers again

“Just thoughts.”, she dismissed her feelings and grew impatient as the plastic end didn’t budge. She really wanted to try this new flavour and every small thing had some hindrance to it. Everything had a struggle to it.

She just want to eat the dang ice cream bar!

She felt his fingers take the bar out of her hands, rip open the wrapper and hold out the ice cream bar to her. The anger faded, she caught sight of his eyes again.

There was a stillness as she took it from his hands and settled into the rhythm.

“I want to know your thoughts, even if it’s not important.”, she heard him and it rooted her, to the now.

Not what she had to lose or what she had lost, the right now, which had him in it, which afforded her the peace of a lifetime.

“I worry. That’s all.”, she shrugged her shoulders.

“Me too!”, he smiled as though even in their thoughts they were synced.

“Fine, you tell me what worries you first.”, she tried to turn it around to back out of it.

“But I asked you first.”, he raised his brows smiling, pointing his half bitten ice cream bar at her.

She gave in, the worry had all but disappeared now.

“Fine. I worry all these ordinary moment we are afforded now could be lost. That I will run out of time.”, she was trying to put down her feelings into words, a hard task when you’ve never had to communicate them.

It made her feel like a fish in a fishbowl, everyone could see what she was feeling and that felt dangerous.

“Run out of time for what?”, he dug further as he disposed of the wooden stick and it made her feel squeamish.

What if she admits it? Then it would be too real.

What if she doesn’t? He’ll never know.

What if she did neither? She could just enjoy it as it was, on the brink of loss and the fantasy of something more.

“Run out of time doing things with you, being near you, not having you with me anymore.”, she spoke as she tried to chew on chunks of ice cream, which in turn made it difficult to think and she got sick of it, sick of this bottled emotion in her soul.

He watched her intently with a softness that can never be replaced, a baffled expression painted across his face as though he was certain there could never be a time like that.

The thoughts kept building, the questions kept piling, she lost control.

“What if I run out of time and I never get to finally tell you?”, she blurted and her eyes turned into alarm signs.

He leaned forward and her world felt like it was on the brink of collapse.

“Tell me what?”, he proded and her throat tightened again but she fought against it.

“Val said I could break your heart.”, she said, it had upset her, this entire time she had thought of herself as someone who protected him.

He hummed.

“You can’t break it, Yelena.”, he said confidently, as if he never doubted it.

“You were the first one to find it.”, he looked at her and it made her heart skip a beat.

She didn’t feel fear anymore, she found courage instead.

“And what if I’m never able to let myself fall?”, she asked.

“What if I’m always on edge and always on guard?”, she continued.

“Wouldn’t that wear you down?”, she spoke the words and found his gaze, life with her wasn’t going to be easy. She was giving him the choice, to back down, to tell her otherwise, she was unravelling and feeling alive all at the same time.

“Never.”, he said with confidence and surety, nothing was going to change his mind.

“What did you want to tell me?”, he looped back, now his eyes glimmering with hope.

“This isn’t the right setting.”, Yelena flailed her hand as her cheeks blushed.

“I think anywhere with you is the perfect setting.”, he edged closer as though he was immensely happy.

“You want me to say it here? At Sal’s?”, she huffed a laugh as she tried to control her racing heart.

“Yes.”, he nodded.

“Fine.”, she responded holding her hands together.

“Fine.”, he bit back a smile as he got closer to her in the booth.

“What did you want to tell me?”, he asked quietly but it held a sense of safety.

“Stop it.”, Yelena fought back a laugh as she looked at him, he sat by her like a giddy high school boy.

Suddenly they felt like teenagers at a pizza shop.

“I’m not doing anything.”, he laughed as he looked at her and the world looked a little warmer in colour.

“No you’re smiling like you’ve been waiting for this.”, she looked away.

“I’ve been waiting forever.”, he said it quickly as though it was beyond his control, it brought her attention back to him, the pause, the weight. It was important, not saying it would be denying him of his feelings when she felt every bit of it.

“Ok.”, she said softly.

“Ready.”, he responded as he sat up taller.

“Shush!”, she mouthed and he mimed locking his mouth and throwing away the key.

She turned to face him, in one hand she held his and with the other she tucked a stray stand of hair behind his ear.

Her beautiful lover boy. No one else could fill his shoes.

“If all our ordinary moments is what being in love feels like. Then I’m in love with you, Bob. And I never want it to end.”, she said it slowly, the world had stopped spinning.

All her secrets were out in the open now. No secret files were needed.

“Thank you, for trusting me this secret.”, he said earnestly, as though he knew what it felt like to get it off his chest.

“Now you can know mine.”, he said as he reached forward to caress her cheek.

“I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”, he said so quietly that it had been the very thing that had kept him awake at night.

Yelena parted her lips in surprise to what he had said and it felt beautiful, their meeting, their bond, it was all meant to be.

He leaned forward but still hesitated, unsure if she wanted this, if she wanted him.

She let the worries of the future stay there, right now he was here. So she pulled him close and that was the sign he needed.

At the corner booth like some cliched teenage love story, Bob kissed her, the neo sign flickered as though there was a glitch in time, somehow intertwining their complex lives together at the pizza shop.

It felt like her thirsty soul had plunged into the glacier pools, she kissed him back as though her life depended on it. Her hands tangled into his brown hair, his little muffled sigh ignited a spark as if he had encountered the bliss of satisfaction, some strong force that was needed to set their worlds up right, it was felt in his touch that had a feverish zap to it.

Sal’s was never a pizza shop after that night. It became the beginning.