#and shup up about my body

[asthrapolaris]

I want to work out for the endorphines and for the strenth

Even if I am fat

I don't want a program to lose weight, It does not help me, It make the work miserable, make myself stressed and unhappy

I like sports, dancing and training, but not when professionals can only talk about my diet and how I must lose weight.

[sundancefemme]

the enormity of my desire disgusts me etc etc

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

🥹

around min 20:00 he mentions planetarium, one of charlotte’s songs. She literally made it years ago 🥲 PLSSSE MY OTP BEING CUTE

[mommypieck]

༺ ♱ ༻ aot threesome - 5/10

✿ annie x reader x mikasa

"look at how her pussy is quivering." annie tsks, running the fingers against your opening. her face is too close to your cunt and you just hope that she would press her face a little closer. you yelp when you feel mikasas lips on your neck, sucking and licking while her hand travels down to rub your clit.

"is our baby desperate to have something inside of her?" mikasa asks with fake sympathy in her voice, nodding at annie to stuck her fingers inside of you. your back arches when one of her digits finally enters you. and she doesn't take any time getting you used to her fingers. she quickly adds another one, thrusting right against your sweet spot.

"shhh, it's okay." mikasa says at your loud whines. she takes one of your nipples into her mouth and she tugs on it. the pain shoots thru your whole body but is mitigated by annie's fingers inside of you. annie's tongue finally meets your clit and she dives her face into your pussy.

"hey, you didn't say you were going to taste her." mikasa pouts but only receives cheeky grin from annie. you whine when mikasa leaves your side and the bed to get something from the box. your eyes go wide when you finally see the thing she's holding. annie furrows her eyebrows when she notices the strap in mika's hands. her tongue doesn't stop it's magic on your clit and she eagerly laps at your juices. you feel overwhelmed, with one pretty girl in between your thighs and second putting on her strap on. you know she won't be gentle but you can't help but to whine and reach out for her. she lets you touch her and to pinch her nipples.

"don't let her cum, i want to feel her around my cock." mika says to annie, making her groan, the vibrations making you moan. she looks pissed but she complies, laying next to you to make space for mikasa. mika settles in between your legs, fingers running against your folds before putting two inside of her.

"she's open enough." annie says from beside you as she cuddles to your side. mikasa presses her strap on against your opening and let's out a surprised moan when the head of the toy slides inside of you so easily.

"she takes me so good." she smiles before bottoming. she's big inside of you but you're so wet that you feel only pleasure, no stretch. her thrusts are slow and gentle but you know that she's only starting. annie's lips take the place on your boobs and she bites them. you know that she loves marking you up, setting the competition between her and mikasa.

"im need to cum." you moan out, grabbing onto mika's arms. both mikasa and annie laugh at your desperation.

"so early? i just got inside of you." mika giggles, setting a way rougher place. she grabs your thighs almost folding you to have her way with your. annie shuffles so that she can hold your legs, spreading your legs for mika. you feel yourself get wetter with every slam of her hips. you don't care about the ache in your legs, the only thing you can focus on is mika's cock inside of you and annies mouth on your body.

"you're going so good." annie praises you as she leans down to rub on your clit. if you were close to cumming minutes ago, you sure as hell are now.

"can i cum, please?" you beg them, your whole body shaking. they look at each other, unsure of what they want to do with you.

"alright, come for us, baby." mikasa says, rolling her hips in new way to bring you to your orgasm even faster. annie pinches your clit, quickly rubbing on it. your whole body shakes as you cum. mikasa doesn't stop there, she fucks you thru your orgasm until you can't see straight.

"pull out," annie groans, "i want to fuck her now." she jumps on mikasa, trying to get her to take off the strap on. mikasa just laughs, "i think someone has a little crush on you and wants to see who can fuck you better."

annie slaps mika's thigh, "shup up. and now let's see who can really make you fall apart."

[ravendruid]

I promise.

Spoilers for Campaign 3, Episode 65. My brain wouldn't shup up about the idea of Keyleth asking Bells Hells to save Vax from the orb, so I wrote this.

It hasn’t been that long since Orym left Zephrah for the last time, maybe a few months before he joined Bells Hells. Most things look the same, but there is a new feeling of unease and uncertainty in town. People whisper and look in the direction of the odd group, and a few children stop in awe, but no one approaches them. It’s not that Orym is unknown in town. It’s just that when once he was received with smiles and thanks for his efforts and fighting alongside the Blades to protect them and their leader, now he is regarded with sorrow and, by a small group of guards that patrol, some semblance of anger. 

The halfling’s step falters when the duo standing guard outside the Tempest’s house block the group’s entrance. He says his name, reminds them of his position and gives additional information on why he must seek an audience with her, but the guards don’t budge.

“You may enter, but they need to stay out,” One of them says.

Orym looks back at his friends. They aren’t known in Zephrah and their looks alone are enough to cause unease and distrust, either because of the old gnome with a feral look in his eyes; the faun lady whose gaze twinkles at dangling earrings and semi-hidden trinkets; the gold and green rock man with purple crystal hair, not to mention whatever the fuck is happening on his head; the Aeormaton, which by itself is already a rare sight; the half-dead woman that carries a wooden bird-house as a backpack—thank the gods Paté isn’t in view; or even Imogen, who would pass as the most common of them all, but who now has purple lightning spreading from her arms to her legs (and her partially covered chest). No. Orym understands. He gives his friends an apologetic look and nods at the guards who allow him inside. 

Not many people are allowed to visit the Tempest’s personal house. An honor usually reserved for the close-knit members of town, friends and family. Orym never dwelled on what it would look like inside, but as he steps in, he takes the cozy atmosphere, the smell of a variety of plants, herbs and soil, the books strewn about, the trinkets from all her travels, and… are those children’s toys? The house itself is not too large. The kitchen and living room are one single unit, and two doors lead to what Orym assumes to be two bedrooms. Sitting on a plush couch is an older man with long grey hair and deep green eyes that he recognizes as the Tempest’s father, Korrin. Orym bows, muttering a greeting to the man, who quickly stands as he notices the halfling. Korrin waves his hand with a chuckle, dismissing the formalities. 

“I—How is she?”

Korrin’s grimace at the question makes his stomach turn. “She’s—” Korrin sighs, rubbing his face with one hand. A small tear pools in the corner of his eye. “—stubborn. She won’t let the healers do their work. She’s alive, but it’s not a pretty sight,” he warns and Orym nods. The image of Otohan slashing and cutting through the Tempest’s prone body assails him, and he can’t help but wonder if the man standing in front of him knows the entire story of what happened in Marquet.

“May I talk to her? I have some information I would like to discuss with the Tempest, but if she isn’t fully recovered, I’ll—”

Orym doesn’t finish the sentence. One of the wooden doors suddenly opens to reveal a tall woman leaning on a staff. Orym drops to his knees with a silent sob. Keyleth, the woman he swore to protect with his life, is so small in her hunched form, pale with deep red gashes all over her arms, chest, and face. Korrin was right. It isn’t a pretty sight.

“Tempest,” His eyes water at the sight. 

“Orym,” Her voice is weaker and quieter, with so much fear and insecurity.

“Keyleth, dear,” Korrin walks over and wraps an arm around his daughter. She doesn’t shoo him away. Quite the opposite, she leans into him, supporting her weight on the man. 

“I heard you say you have information,” Her voice wavers. Orym nods, finally finding the strength to rise to his feet. 

“I do, Tempest. A lot has happened. My friends…” He turns his head back to the front door. Keyleth mutters something to Korrin that Orym can’t decipher, and the man helps her sit on a soft dark green armchair, fluffing some pillows behind her back and covering her slashed legs with a blanket. He then crosses the room, opening the front door to mutter a few words with the guards, and a few moments later, the odd group fills the small room. 

“I’m sorry I’m—” Keyleth gestures vaguely to herself before waving to the different seatings around the room. “Please, find yourselves somewhere to sit. Would you all like some tea?”

One by one, Bells Hells finds somewhere to sit. Imogen and Laudna press against each other on the sofa, leaving room for Orym to sit directly in sight of the red-haired woman; Chetney and Ashton find a dining chair each and turn it to face the group while Fearne opts to sit on the floor with FCG standing next to her. Somewhere in the kitchen behind them, Korrin busies himself filling a kettle and bringing down a set of mugs from a high cabinet.

“So,” Keyleth smiles gently, taking in the odd faces with a twinkle in her eye. Bells Hells look different from the last time she had the chance to actually talk to them when she brought the group to Whitestone—even if it had been in a rush. As her eyes pass over their faces, her breath falters when she lands on Laudna, the reason for such a rushed trip. Keyleth heard about the woman’s story and how their lives had been connected. She can’t help but feel the guilt build up inside her again. If it hadn’t been for Vox Machina, Laudna could have still been alive in Whitestone and not dead twice over. 

“Miss Tempest?” The robotic voice of the yellow Aeormaton brings Keyleth back to the group in front of her as Laudna fumbles in her seat. She averts her gaze to her lap, twisting and turning her hands on her skirts. 

“I’m sorry,” Keyleth apologizes with a soft smile, unsure of what to say next. She can’t exactly voice her thoughts: your friend has a strong resemblance to my sister. Or I’m sorry I was responsible for your death. 

“You mentioned you had information?” She opts to say instead.

Orym nods, having Keyleth’s full attention on him. The halfling recounts the events since they last saw each other at the Malleus Key. He shares all information they have discovered, and once finished, Imogen takes his place in recounting the other half of the group’s events, mentioning the magic items and research they found in Ludinus’s tower in Mollaesmyr. Keyleth drinks in their words, smiling at the mention of exploding goats and fighting angels—not so much at the idea of followers of Pelor trying to take control over a village. She still remembers her days as an adventurer—has it really been thirty years? Vesper is already a grown woman, so it has to be—and hearing the younger group’s tales brings her joy.

“...and that’s when I heard it, the screaming atop the Malleus Key,” Orym finishes retelling the vision the Matron gave him, much to Keyleth’s horror. 

“No!” Keyleth stands upright, the blanket pooling at her feet. “No, he—” She starts pacing the room, followed by Korrin, whose arms are extended to grab her if she falls.

“Who is he?” Imogen asks. “We saw him briefly, we saw him come to your rescue, and then he was—”

Keyleth’s green eyes focus on her, fiery with rage but also full of sorrow.

“He’s—He was—He…” Keyleth trembles slightly as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing. “He is the champion of the Matron.”

The group looks at each other and then back at the tall woman. Orym recognizes the sorrow in her eyes. He was someone very dear to her, maybe as much as Will was to him. Orym wants to ask more about the feathery figure, but he tables it for later. Instead, he offers up the rest of the information they gathered just before traveling to Zephrah, “It seems like Ludinus is on Ruidus, and possibly the only way to travel to and from Exandria is using the beacon that connects—”

Orym doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t have to once Keyleth nods, understanding what’s between the lines: they need Vax to stay where he is, suffering, so they can defeat the archmage. As much as it pains Orym—and Keyleth—they know it has to be this way but, at the same time, they exchange a silent look. The woman stands, supporting her weight onto her staff, and walks towards the back door. Korrin stumbles to go after her, but she waves him dismissively, beckoning Orym to walk with her instead. The halfling does so, jumping from the plush couch and running to keep up with her long legs as they walk through the soft pebbled path of her backyard, a multitude of flowers and plants greeting them.

“Orym,” Keyleth turns to face the halfling, bending slowly to sit on a stone bench underneath the canopy of trees that partially cover the path. 

“Tempest,” Orym bows slightly. Keyleth chuckles and waves a hand at him.

“Please, call me Keyleth. There is no more need for formalities between you and me.”

He nods, blushing slightly at the request. 

“I remember how brave you were years ago, when—” Keyleth trails her gaze on the halfling, swallowing hard as she remembers the attack perpetrated on her, the one that killed her best sword and his son, rendering the kind man in front of her a widow. “I—I never thanked you for that. You lost so much that day, and I—”

“Keyleth,” Orym’s voice is soft and kind, and it melts with the tears that fall down his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me. I did what I had to do to ensure your safety, and I would do it a million times over.”

It’s Keyleth’s turn to blush and release a twinkling tear. “Still,” she whispers, afraid the wind will carry her words to undeserving ears. “You lost someone very dear to you because of me. And—”

“The champion,” Orym smiles in recognition. She nods. “You love him.”

“Until my last dying breath.”

“We will save him, I promise.” Orym places a hand in hers, focusing his look on her green eyes. “I promise Temp—Keyleth. As soon as we are done with Ludinus himself, as soon as we have a chance: we will save him. Bring him back to you.”

“No,” she lowers her head in shame. “You cannot bring him to me. He must return to Her.”

“The Matron?” Orym is confused. He doesn’t know much about the gods, but he has heard some champions of the gods walk the Material Plane, so why wouldn’t he? 

Keyleth nods, and when she speaks, her voice wavers and burns like a thousand shards cutting skin, “His place is with Her. Not with me. Never with me.”

“Key—”

“Not yet,” she interrupts him, burying her head in her hands. “Not yet. It’s too soon. It’s not supposed to be like this.”

Orym places his hands on her shoulders, feeling the pain of the memory of when he saw Will again. He knows what she means. It’s not time for them to reunite, either. They still have a long path ahead and a world to save. 

“I'll save him, I promise.”

[jadeblades543]

OC intro: Loucas (LONG)

Since I’m starting out here on Tumblr, might as well make my first post a big one!

Gonna gush extensively about my dnd character and personal Blorbo, Loucas!

(Reference by @dcsart . Show them some love! They make INCREDIBLE and tasteful R18+ comics, games, and illustrations with lots of LGBT+ representation!)

When I first got into tabletop games about 6 years ago, I went through a gauntlet of hellishly bad games filled with all the folks you hear about in horror stories, but I persevered until I found a group of really good people I could mesh well with. They reignited my imagination, made me feel inspired and respected, and put innumerable smiles on my face.

What I am about to recount to you is the story that we have been forging together for almost 4 years now, and that still hasn’t even come close to its end. All worldbuilding is thanks to @chaosyubel and their incredible ideas.

The world they made for me and my friends is a high-fantasy wonderland where overpowered heroes can be found around every corner, people trip over legendary artifacts in back alleys, and gods roam the earth like casual pedestrians. The power levels are insane, to a comedic degree. As they described the myriad powers and principalities present in their world, I was struck with a bolt of inspiration to create a character that meshes well with the world and carries several complex themes, something I hadn’t really tried before.

As with all the best DnD ideas, my initial inspiration began with blatant plagarization of my favorite media at the time. Take a bottle of Kid Icarus, a splash of Asura’s Wrath, and a heaping helping of Percy Jackson, then shake them all up together, and you get…

The son of a sun goddess, whose chiseled metal body is not actually anywhere near as powerful as it looks, and he relies heavily on the blessings of his Sun Mom- whom he adores- to get through his adventures in one piece.

Quick google for names that mean “Light”, smack and extra O in there so it looks more ancient-Greek, and you get Loucas, Firstborn Son of the Sun!

It was a fun concept that was easily able to slot into the world and mesh well with the characters therein. He knew his place in the world, what he was capable of, and what he wanted, all of which boiled down to “laughably sensitive mama’s boy who honestly shouldn’t be going on adventures if it wasn’t for the fact that she taught him how to throw fireballs.”

Little did I know the emotional goddamn rollercoaster that this boy would be set on over the next 4 years of backstory and character development.

The Beginning:

Loucas’ mother is the goddess of sunlight, Soliel, a generally wonderful lady who makes sure that humans get to enjoy nice things like growing plants to eat, not freezing to death, and seeing. Every morning, she gets up on top of her tower and pushes the sun across the sky. Now, this isn’t some funny little light ball that illuminates the world, this is the 2x10^30 KG ball of flaming gas that we know and love, and she pushes it with her bare hands. This is a woman who could demolish mountains with a flick and punt meteors like footballs.

One day, without warning, the sun simply refused to rise. Her priests and clerics were running around like crazy, praying to her and trying to reach her through spells and other means.

Her response was: “Would you all SHUP UP!?! I AM HAVING A BABY!!!”

The messages quickly stopped after that.

That day, Loucas was born! A tiny little unimpressive demigod with chestnut hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and little dove wings.

The gods of the world hold very tightly to the old saying, “It takes a village to raise a child, and a child abandoned by the village will burn it down in order to feel it’s warmth.” Loucas met almost every god in the pantheon at a young age, from the mighty primordial rulers of the basic elements to the gods of all the little things like painting and table manners. To him, they weren’t lords and mistresses of the universe, they were his aunts, his uncles, his grandmas and grandpas. All the other demigods were his cousins!

Unfortunately, while most of his cousins could lift boulders or command the elements as toddlers, Loucas was exceedingly normal. In fact, he was kind of a runt. While it would be classic young-adult fiction to say that he was relentlessly bullied by all of his peers, the truth is it wasn’t so bad. Yea, kids are mean, but he still had plenty of friends. Even when his cousins would mock him, the gods saw a lot of promise in how attentive and focused he was, and praised him for his cleverness.

He grew up being mostly introverted, living alone in his mother’s temple while she pushed the sun across the sky every day. In his spare time, he wound up picking up lots of hobbies. He learned to cook, clean, and play the guitar. He read extensively on topics of magic, mythology, and philosophy. Loucas even collected magic wands, staves, and other items, though he didn’t have the aptitude to use them. His divine family members would come and visit him daily so that he wasn’t totally unsupervised, teaching the young boy about their role in the world, and sharing the things they treasure with him. It’s the reason why he became so well-rounded with many talents.

Trouble Brewing:

Though he grew in wisdom and understanding all the time, he never got stronger. Loucas had some sort of underlying sickness that resembled muscular dystrophy but progressed at a slower pace. At first the gods thought he was just a runt. When he slowly began to have trouble walking, they all realized something was very wrong. Each of them tried to work a miracle or some healing magic, but nothing had an effect.

It was his grandfather MiLaKe, the primordial Dragon-God of Progress, who figured out the issue. MiLaKe is a being made from raw energy, condensed in the shape of a great dragon. His name was an acronym in the tongue of the gods, standing for his greatest ideals: Motivation, Locomotion, Connection. The great dragon embodied the desire of all living things to live happier, better, more fulfilling lives, and as such was one of the most good, pure, and brilliant gods.

His grandfather had noticed when Loucas displayed incredible divine aptitude. The boy mastered godly abilities very quickly. MiLaKe surmised that Loucas wasn’t just a demigod, he was an Empyrean: a being with all the raw potential needed to become a god in and of itself. Only, his fragile mortal body couldn’t handle the overflow of energy and was slowly wasting away.

The dragon-god worked quickly, forging a new body for Loucas from what was once a celestial bronze bell. The god granted their grandchild shimmering platinum hair, eyes made from elementally infused sapphires with gold leaf irises, and etched his entire body from head to toe with magical circuits in the shape of solar iconography glorifying his mother.

Loucas loved it! He ran around, showing everyone in his family that would care to see, proud to look the part of a servant to the radiant maiden of the sun. All the while, MiLaKe kept a close eye on him. Loucas grew very close to his grandfather over the next few years, taking strongly to the God of Progress’ ideals.

Philosophical Growth:

Under MiLaKe’s tutelage, Loucas began to shape his worldview. While the other gods taught him about the world around him, MiLaKe taught him about the world within himself. Loucas learned to understand his feelings and the feelings of others, learning compassion and honesty as the greatest virtues. It was also through his grandfather that Loucas began to understand the truth of divinity: That godhood was a curse.

Gods, in this world, do not rule over their domains. Rather, they are ruled by them. A Goddess of Fire commands the element with great destructive power, but she can never use it to do anything else. She can never BE anything else. She is overwhelming. She is brash. She is violent. She can be warming and illuminating, but she cannot heal, and she cannot hide. Everything she does embodies “fire” to the fullest, and even if she wanted to be calm, rational, peaceful, and safe, her domain of fire forces her to be the opposite against her will.

Additionally, that same goddess may have rulership over fire, but she cannot change it to her whims. No matter what, fire will always be fire. She can’t make it purple instead of orange, she can’t make it cold. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t make it exist without burning something. To make matters worse, every day of her life must be spent ensuring that fire through the world is stable, constant, and functions as it should. Such a deity has no freedom, no choice, no self-determination… for eternity.

It is a fate worse than death.

And so, in all of his years of teaching, MiLaKe always encouraged Loucas with positivity, guiding him to the right choice instead of scolding him for wrong ones. However, there was one command, one singular thing MiLaKe told his grandson not to do.

“Never become a god.”

The Present:

Now, Loucas stands a grown man with wisdom far beyond his years. Knowing the pain and suffering that his beloved divine family goes through every day to ensure the world continues, he devotes himself fully to them in servitude. He hopes that in whatever little way he can- cooking, cleaning, singing them songs- he can make the tired monotony of their Forever a little bit more bearable.

However, there’s still that childlike spark of adventure in him. That deep seeded desire to be more than just a runt… In his heart, Loucas wants to be a hero. He wants to be the kind of person that others will read legends about and sing songs in his name. All he needs is an opportunity.

And that, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, is the START of Loucas’ story! The past 4 years have involved going from there, with so many amazing discoveries, developments, and stories of personal growth. While I can’t even come close to recounting all the tales he’s been involved in, I’m happy to answer any questions people have! Once again, credit to @chaosyubel for ALL the worldbuilding. That man is a narrative genius.

[heytherekhushi]

8 May 2024

Sick today! Extreme fatigue! Letting my body be sick instead of denying myself and working my eyes off! Mom made me cry for the first time in this flat today. She bent and crunched my palm to shup me up.

First she hurts me

Then she hurts me for crying over the first hurt.

She has a habit of complaining about me to people and the neighbor aunty caught up on that and told mom to not do it atleast infront of me.

Mom thinks overeating everything in the mantra of good health, how do i save myself from that? My weight is already too much, i have pcos.

She wants me to daily intake the laddoos that women take during pregnancy, i took it for just one day and fell ill the last time yet she refuses to remember or listen to me about how my body reacts to certain things. How can she know better about my body and the pains or feeling it goes through? Only when i tell her, and when i tell her she refuses to listen.

I have finally begun interacting with people, i was so glad to finally have loving neighbors that care but for how long when mom keeps complaining about me to the aunty everytime she meets her? She does it all the tine, most importantly, she fires guns over my shoulder, she paints me bad to justify her actions or get rid of people, it is so hurtful. My spirit is crushed by her need to always be portrayed as a victim of something with no mind of her own.

I thought about dying again today.

[fdragon-art]

Day 129 - Demonus: Tirum

Come on, come on, come on...!

Loud hysteria could be heard around the twilit village as a mass of wood breaking and fire-setting occurred all around. Screams were constantly cut short - whether by capture or slaughter, I didn't know...or think about - and many voices yelled about the same thing.

Ransacking the "shithole nothing" village.

I suppose I wouldn't be here either if it weren't such a normally-quaint place. A quiet place like this was ideal for just relaxing and laying low. Normally.

I constantly point my hand towards the ground and "slash" at it as if my hand were making contact with the ground, nothing seemingly happening afterwards.

Of all the fucking times for shit to not work...!

Apparently, desiring to escape a burning village before being caught by bandits who would likely behead me then and there if they saw me huddling behind a house isn't the right kind of emotion I need right now to escape.

Nor being caught with my distinctly bat-like wings still out.

"It helps to think of me, unless I'm less of an asshole to you than I should be."

I instinctively try to pull my wings in before realising I recognised the voice.

"Ark! Thank fu--"

"Yeah, yeah, T-Wheels. Shup for a sec."

...still hate that name...

Ark - full name Ark'an, but apparently Ark sounds more human - quickly grabs one of my arms while his other one slashes at the ground in the same motion I tried before, only for the ground to be visibly slashed where he directed his arms, blood seemingly bleeding out of the incisions.

He cuts out two more to create a triangular shape in the middle, large enough for us to fit inside - though my wings make it a tight fit - before the ground between it quickly darkens and swirls in bloody red before resolving to the inside of a house, the wooden floor a few metres down.

"Fuckin' wings are stuck out again?" he jabs as he pulls me through, the clamour of the burning village growing distant as I fall through, holding my wings close to my body in transit.

A stray bandit must've noticed the portal as a voice that cries out comes closer towards the opening. I let out a sigh as Ark reaches out his open hand towards the portal and simply closes it, shutting the portal right as the bandit's two legs cross the threshold, severing them and dropping the amputated limbs right between us.

"Ooh, bonus points," he says with mild excitement, "Usually don't cut one in half with a closing portal. Big B will be happy with that."

I attempt to retract my wings again, but the burning village keeps playing in my mind and distracting me from setting my mind in the right state. I'm not given another chance so quickly, though, as Ark glares at my failed attempts.

"I'd swear I got stuck with the shittiest luck on purpose, but it's not as if even Beelze could control that."

The gaze he puts on me makes me feel even smaller than I did before, but it seems to work as I feel my wings slip inside of the pockets of space where they normally sleep when not in use.

"I still don't get why that even works on you, but you're lucky I'm only shitty with you and not angry. Last thing we need is for stupid villagers to cry demon and actually get their hands on our blood. It's bad enough that there's cults dedicated to drinking it."

Before things continue, perhaps I should let you in on some things.

First, T-Wheels isn't my name - that would be Tirum. T-Wheels stands for Training Wheels, a lovingly affectionate nickname in reference to the fact that I can't seem to control my powers consistently at all. It's better than "fuck up" or "whiny little shit", but it ain't exactly a pleasant reminder.

And second: I'm a demon. Well, a pseudodemon to be exact, but even the non-human demons seem to consider us full demons despite the strangely human-like body. I guess it's a perk to be able to fit in with humans...well, for most of us to be able to fit in.

I still wonder the name "pseudodemon", though...

...I may have missed what Ark was saying for the past minute or so, so excuse me for a sec.

[castle-dominion]

5x20 the fast & the furriest ngl I thought this would be about furries. I feel like castle would secretly be a furry. Or maybe not but he would end the episode by buying a fursuit

Fast car. Drops a body!? WHAT IS GOING ON

rc: They were right here where this hole in the fridge is. Mmmm Mulligatawny soup MR: Well, maybe you’ve been sleep eating … again. RC: Again? I’ve never sleep ated - sleep ate - eaten. (MARTHA gives him a look) Have I?

Alexis is good enough of an actor, but I remember this episode & last...

WHAT IF IT IS KATE oh nvm SUPER RAT?

Where is ryan?

Perlmutter my beloved They've seen dead bodies before they've even seen someone cut in half... How long was she in trauma bay?

Onondaga, of course she was in new york then. Haudenesaune, right?

Yay finally a native american character who is native to NORTH america instead of latin america. Except ofc depending on the FNMI person you talk to, bigfoot was just a myth they made up to scare the white people. Still tho, as an fnmi person I'm happy to see this on television.

Native & no siblings?!?!?!? No cuzzins? (also ryan not good outfit today) Old folks confess to crimes all the time bro Curious george fan? Me too bro. KR, while they are walking away: George would never do that!

Castle don't tap on the glass u idiot *takes off the baby's head* MOONSHINE growls at CASTLE again and makes a ‘slitting your throat’ gesture. CASTLE gulps.

ruggedly handsome XD

the hospital thing really WAS sus. Why drop off your murder vic? Why not STAY if you're trying to save them?

take out a side mirror? srs? KB: A convicted killer with an attack dog? All right. Pick him up. eight years is a long time

He's right tbh

He was telling the truth! no no noooo no no castle nope no way shup & besides they are not in the right place come on bro no shush

SP: Professionally I can’t speculate what those are, Mr. Castle, but personally I can say that anyone who believes in Bigfoot is an ass.

Bigfoot lives in chicago bro

she's right: These are the footprints I’m interested in. They’re near where the body was. CSU said that they were made within the last 24 hours.

Ryan XD I feel like castle is half just being funny not actually believing but castle believes enough & pretends to believe the rest of the way that he gets ryan to make a fool of imself too often

clipping "rain on your parade" lol

KB: No, not a coincidence. Just a hoax. KR: If it’s such a hoax then tell me why I found this. (he pulls out a paper) I dug through her phone records. Turns out, the last phone call she ever made was to Darrell Meeks. RC: The Darrell Meeks? KB+JE: Who’s Darrell Meeks? RC+KR, sarcastically: “Who’s Darrell Meeks?” KR: Just a world-reknowned cryptozoologist. RC: That’s a scientist who searches for as yet undiscovered creatures. KB: (lightly) Such as unicorns and centaurs? JE: Banshees and leprechauns? ((both fae)) RC just gives KB a look. He holds KR back from smacking JE.

SP: Ugh. The B team. JE: Talk about the B team. KR: Yeah. SP: I’d hoped to see Castle’s look of dismay when I told him cause of death was nothing more exotic than blunt force trauma to the cranium. (off their blank look) It seems she was clobbered over the head with a club or a pipe. I love perlmutter. "HAMMERED into her skull!" it's your job to find out why she swallowed it, it was his job to find it in the first place.

Gigantopithacus

*takes away the yeti finger*

Every partnership needs to have a skeptic & a believer. Meeks & his wife, caskett, rysposito, shane madej & ryan bergara, myself & my brother when we inevitably go ghost hunting

KR: Kind of Crocodile Dundee meets Indiana Jones meets Ted Nugent. hook hand? Cool

What is that growling? Remember the tiger episode? These guys need headlamps KR: Dude, I’ve got a bad feeling about this thing, man. I – I don’t think that we should – Why a bow & arrow? At least let it be a compound bow. Or that

Love his accent lol

Sasquatch bigfoot & yeti are what like homo erectus & homo sapiens?

She was faking evidence, see castle!?

Also are there no female bigfoot fellows?

The traditional bigfoot photo Love esposito's hair btw. It's a little bit too long but it is better than the s3 buzz cut

RC: There was no camera at the crime scene. KB: Maybe our killer took it. RC: Which would explain why there’re so few photos of Bigfoot. KB: I meant our human killer. RC: Right. JE: shakes his head.

RC: And a year later her pendant is found in her murdered friend’s stomach?

Nice, they get to go to bed for the day

KB: Is there anything that you don’t believe in? RC: Sure there is. There’s … um … He thinks for a minute. Finally she smiles in victory. there is the ocean. The ocean is horrifying.

She is so pretty in her PJs

ALEXIS!? WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON Hey avatar reference, a new one just came out

Hold on she's a cardinal? Of fricking course she is. Every native worth their tobacco has a cardinal in their family. Including me lol. Ryan looks pretty af but not super pretty in terms of colour Too many people drop out of school from sexual harrassment Ooh music Esposito bisexual outfit

She does a whip? she is not a filmer

See? Sometimes people don't recognize ppl from sketches or w/e but COULD if a feature was changed

tory my beloved she has a name woah that is some crazy smart stuff KB: Well, the good news is we have our crime scene. The bad news is it’s in 2 square miles of remote wilderness with no access by road. (she turns to CASTLE) You up for a hike?

*mimics howling*

I love how castle is wearing camo AND orange RC: It’s not Wookie. I’m not doing Wookie. I can’t do Wookie. Alexis does a really cute Wookie.

RC:

Because at any moment life can surprise you. *They stop for a minute but then the ground gives way.*

He mentions his knee! Thank you! Just like that time I fell down the mountain!

Castle should have markiplier's unus annus branded tactical shovel

RC: Shouldn't you be wearing a short skirt for this? That’s the rule. Lol a granola bar

Ryan XD XD I could clip that if I wanted to wait kurt wilson is out here not outdoors?

Why is it just the two of them going on a hike?

CASTLE is trying to dig hand and foot holds into the side of a pit with a spork. RC: Ah, spork. They all laughed at you. He tries to use one of his foothold to climb, but his foot just slips out. He looks at the spork in disgust and throws it down onto the ground.

Oh no banging with a stick Oh no bigfoot

At least it doesn't land on castle

SHOOT IT SHOOT IT don't shoot.

Didn't you say you took a pic? you said you did lay eyes on this beast.

It was castle THE CLUB THAT'S THE CRIME SCENE

My man has been living in the woods for all this time...

Castle believes him & it is important to have someone on your team

That's big ngl

Beckett's coat is v nice

They got together after this happened?

This is why you turn off your phone

RC: Well I’m not so sure there isn’t. I’m thinking maybe he’s out there somewhere. And if he is, I’m hoping to see him one day. Preferably from a safe distance.

hsdfjksjhksdfjskdhfjshf bigfoot is real lmao

What speech? Oh that speech AC: I think he could make a real difference in the world. And okay, maybe it was stupid to give him all of my allowance, but I’m not the first person to do something stupid for something they believe in.

[ketso]

Episode 17

Wandisa has been discharged from hospital. She and Senzi are back at their place and have moved into the guest bedroom downstairs because Wandisa cannot make it up the stairs for now. I was here all weekend, with their permission of course, washing their curtains, linen and laundry. I actually emptied their closets and washed their clothes. There's no telling what Laura and that Julia girl did while they had access to this place. I also cleaned the house thoroughly. Now that they are here, I'm comfortable leaving them here on their own.

Khotso sent someone from the kingdom to come be their stay-in helper. She worked in the royal house so she understands confidentiality and loyalty. She will be staying in the cottage outside. I let Senzi and Wandi interview her themselves. Apart from the fact that there is a serious language barrier, they were happy that she's neutral and honestly is just here to do her job.

I'm cooking dinner for them. They've been locked up in their bedroom since they got back. As soon as I'm done here, I'm headed back to my place. I need a full body massage after all the hard labour that I've done. Plus, Khotso is coming over tonight, so I'm very excited about that.

As I'm cooking, I get a phone call from Nkosinathi.

"Hey", me.

"Phuthi. Kunjani?"

"Ngiyaphila. Are you good?"

"Yeah. I want to check in on Wandisa but ucingo lwakhe nocingo lukamkhwenyana is off."

"Okay, let me see if they are awake. They’ve been in the bedroom since they got back from hospital. I'll ask them to phone you back."

"Okay ngiyabonga. Wena ushup? When am I seeing you again?"

I laugh then say, "You miss me already?"

"I do. Ngikhumbule amaswidi kakhulu", he says.

"Intombi yakho ayikuphi amaswidi?"

"Ngifuna owakho", he says.

We just laugh hysterically.

"Lalela, kuzofanele sehlise kancane. I'm kinda seeing someone and I think he wants us to be serious", I say.

"That explains why you just disappeared on me", he says.

"It was never a permanent arrangement, Nathi. We made that very clear from the beginning", I say.

"I know. Don't worry, there's no bad blood. I swear." He says.

"Thank you. You are my daughter's father. I don't want us to have bad blood", I say.

"Say no more."

"Thanks. I'll get Wandi to call you back."

"Shup".

We hang up.

Awkward!

But anyway...

Senzi comes into the kitchen as I'm tasting the stew and creamy spinach.

"That looks and smells amazing", he says.

He's so nice shame.

I laugh and say, "I wanted to cook for you guys so you don't have to stress about food. Plus I'm sure you are tired of hospital food and take aways. So, I thought I'd just make you some dumplings and beef stew."

"You are the best, you know that?" Him.

"As soon as I'm done, I'll give you guys some space. Mara ngicela iskhaftin", I say.

We laugh and he nods his head.

"Lalela Senzi, don't be too mad at your mother. You know, us mothers do stupid things in the hopes of doing what's best for our children. I come from far with Laura so I know her well. She is a bit nutty, but she means well - especially for you. Nothing and no one is more important to her than you." I say.

He looks at me then says, "I wish she could just back off. I don't appreciate how she treats my wife. And I hate that she makes Julia and other people comfortable with disrespecting my marriage".

"I hear you. I don't appreciate it neither. Your wife is my child and it hurts me. All I'm saying is yes, talk to her and put her in line, but don't shut her out. Don't be done with her. You'd honestly kill her. Kodwa nami I'll have a chat to her."

"Thank you, mah. Wandi is really lucky to have you", he says.

"Well I'm here for you too. Phela I have two babies now", I say. He laughs.

"Okay, I'm out. Call me if you need anything Okay?"

"Siyabonga mah", he says.

Such a respectful boy.

I get my things, say bye to Wandi, then leave.

I get to my place and find Khotso already there. Well, I'm greeted by his guards first. These guys honestly give me prison PTSD. The searching and treating me as if I'm a danger to whoever and whatever they are protecting. In prison, they were protecting society and I was a danger to it. With Khotso, they are protecting the most senior leader in Tholoana Kingdom and it seems I'm a danger to him. But I swallow it up and just allow them to do their job. But I usually need a minute to get over it afterwards.

"Hello gorgeous", he greets me. He's so happy to see me. I'm still recovering from being treated like a criminal in my own house.

"Hey", me.

He can see that I'm not okay.

"Everything okay?" Him.

"I just need a minute, babe. And maybe a glass of water", me.

"Keng baby?" Him.

He holds me. He makes me face him and tell him what's going on.

"It's nothing serious. I just need to -

"Maphuthi".

I take a deep breath. I close my eyes. I open them then face him.

"Your security just creeps me out. I mean, after prison, it's not easy to be searched and treated like I could harm society or in this case, you in any way. Like I said, it's something I will get used to eventually. I just have some mild PTSD from prison. That's all."

He nods his head.

He steps away.

"Khotso -

I try to stop him. He looks at me.

"They are just doing their job. I'll adjust. I promise."

He still walks off to talk to them.

Eish, I hope I didn't get anyone into trouble.

I wait for him to come back to me.

When he returns, he says, "They'll never do that again."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I did. I trust you. I know that you'll never harm me. You did time in prison to protect more than just me. If there's one person I can trust in this world, it's you."

"Thank you. But still... I need to earn my stripes to be with you."

"Come here", he says.

I walk towards him. When I reach him, he hugs me, kissing the top of my head.

"Ujwang?" He asks me.

"All the better for being in your arms." I say.

We have a moment in this hug.

"How's Wandi healing?" He asks me.

"She's getting there. Her husband is there for her and I appreciate it. But Laura has my nerves on probation. She doesn’t like my daughter and that's fine. We can all live with that. But her putting my child's life in danger just because she wants her son married to another woman is what will make me go back to jail... for murder this time."

He comes out of the hug and looks at me with concern.

I tell him what happened at the hospital and Laura's sneaky ways of getting into Wandi's and Senzi's house.

"I can get pope to call her off. He's always known how to handle her." He says.

"It's fine. I can handle Laura. She will know who and what I am very soon." Me.

"Well, I think pope is best suited to manage her. He is Senzi's biological father", he says.

I almost fall to the floor. My knees have become instantly weak.

He sees the shock I'm in.

"Apparently that man of the cloth that she's married to shoots blanks. She begged pope to intervene. The deal was that Senzi would never know about it. The man of the cloth wouldn't know anything about it. And pope would see the boy and walk on by. But we all see that Laura is in love with pope. She thinks he's the power element in a power couple she's made up in her head. She thinks having his child makes her untouchable. So sometimes, pope works on it and puts her in a place we all need her to be put in. But we all know that pope would never hesitate to pump bullets in her head if the time ever came for him to do so. So I reckon we get pope to tell her to fuck off from your daughter. Trust me, she will even end up kissing Wandi's ass. Clearly pope has some good dick."

I'm still in absolute and utter shock!

"Hey", he says, brushing my face.

"Everything is going to be okay", he says to me. I smile at him and nod my head.

"Now, you ordered a hot bubble bath and massage. May I take care of you for the rest of the evening now?" Him.

I let him.

...

We are all waiting for Laura in her office. I told pope about what Laura is doing to Wandi. He also wasn't happy about it at all. So him, Ona and I are here to meet with this woman. She needs to back off!

She walks into her office and is surprised to see us.

"Sanibonani! I wasn't expecting you. Is everything okay?" She says.

"Why are you pissing Maphuthi off?" Pope begins.

"What have I done to Maphuthi? She drives a Ferrari and a Bentley. She lives in a penthouse in Sandton. She is a COO in my business and she's never even here." She argues.

"That’s the least that you could do considering that she did time for us for a fuck up that YOU DID! But you couldn't leave your pastor of a husband and you had a child that you couldn’t leave behind. Or you've forgotten all of those things? She gave up being a mother to her own child for YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS! You should be kissing the ground she walks on! If you don't know how to show your appreciation, I'll make sure you remember your manners!" Pope is pissed.

Laura takes a deep breath then says, "What have I done to her that has resulted to her reporting me to you?" She says.

"Are you trying to kill her daughter?" Me.

"What?!"

"Don't deny it! That injection that you and the daughter-in-law you wish was yours left under Wandi's pillow... Phuthi had it tested and poison was found in there. She asked the nurses to not tell Wandi and Senzi because she didn't think you deserve to be hated by your son! She's even protecting you even though you are such a cunt towards her!" Me.

She's scared and relieved at the same time.

"Wandi is not right for my son. She doesn't come from a good family! She doesn't have what is required to lead this church next to my son! Senzangakhona is a good boy! He knows God! He has a good career! He's actually a better person that his father and I combined. He doesn't deserve a girl like... THAT!"

What the fuck?!

"And Julia is -

"An attempted murderer?! That's the better woman for your son?! Really?!" Ona.

"I'll talk to her about her measures. But she's great! She grew up in the church - like Senzi. She's from an amazing family! A family that puts God first and has taught their child to do the same. She is the leader of the choir! She's already in a leadership position in the church! She is the best suited leader to be standing next to my son as the next first lady. Surely nawe Shaka you want that for your son!"

"Ungazong'phaphela wena!" Pope is not playing!

"Sowuyahlanya?!" Pope.

Silence.

"You are going to back off from Wandi, do you understand?" Ona says, trying to break the silence that has now come about.

Laura stares at Ona but doesn't agree.

"If not, we come for Julia." Ona.

Now Laura is shit scared.

"Don't be those mamazalas that want to choose wives for their sons. He's made his choice. And from where I'm standing, if Wandi is anything like her mother, your son married a real one", Ona.

Laura is quiet now.

"Sizwene? Hlukana noWandisa!" Pope.

She nods her head.

We all leave her office.

As we are being driven back to the kingdom - we were only in South Africa for a day - I get a call from Rena.

"Hey baby girl", I answer my phone.

"I thought you'd be back by now. Where are you?"

"Lefatselabarena, you do realise that you are not my wife, right?"

"Yep. I'm better than your wife. I'm your only daughter and the best thing that has ever happened to you."

I actually find myself laughing.

"So, where are you?" She insists on her question.

"I'm on my way back to the kingdom. We got a bit delayed here in South Africa", I answer her question like a pussy-whipped husband.

"Are you coming back with Aus'Phuthi?" She asks me.

I laugh again. I like how she likes Phuthi. And I love how Phuthi loves my kids.

"No, baby girl. But she's coming to the kingdom over the weekend", I say.

"Okay. Is she going to be staying with us?"

"Well, she has a house in the kingdom now. I'm sure she will stay there." I say.

"So can we go and stay there with her this weekend?"

"Lefatselabarena, can we talk about this when I get home? Please?"

"Fine. Anyway, I was checking up on you. Hurry home. I love you, papa."

"I love you too, baby girl. Where's your brother?"

"Aus'Morafe just made us a late lunch. We are eating now." She says.

"Okay. Tell him I say hi. I'll see you guys soon", me.

"Shup."

We hang up.

I shake my head in disbelief. Lefatselabarena and her point of conversations!

I look up and see Ona and Pope laughing at me. I just laugh too.

"Daughters!" Me.

"Not daughters, LEFATSELABARENA MOHALE!" Ona says.

We all laugh again.

"She likes Phuthi neh?" Ona.

"A lot. I don't even understand it. They just have a connection that I don't understand, but I must say that I appreciate it." I say.

"Maphuthi is a good woman. She made some bad decisions along the way in her life. That Nkosinathi asshole was probably the worst decision of her life. But she's honestly a good woman. And for someone who never raised her daughter, her maternal instincts are beautiful. I even find that sexier than seeing a gun in her hands", pope says.

"Yeah, I hear you." Me.

"So is this thing between you two serious?" Ona asks me.

"It's picking up! It's getting serious. I think I'm falling in love with her. And honestly, she's never said it to me, but I think she's in love with me too." I say.

"You love everyone and everyone loves you. You've had more wives than me!" Pope says then Ona laughs.

"After Lulu, I've had the worst luck with women. Maybe Lulu put a hex on my dick or something", I say.

Pope and Ona laugh.

"Take your time with Phuthi. The good news is that neither of you are chasing to have kids, so you don't have to worry about rushing into marriage. Just take it easy with this one. She could be your one. But after all these failed marriages, you need to be sure." Pope.

I nod my head.

"Imagine if I were married to Fiks and Lulu. Man my life would be amazing!" Me.

"Don't go there! And don't disrespect Fikile's marriage like that." Pope.

I nod my head.

-

Ona and I walk into the royal palace just as dinner is being served.

"Papa!" Rena sees me and sprints towards me. Moloko is also running towards me, but shame, he's a little slower than Rena.

I get down on my knees and receive them both in a hug.

"Le jwang?" I ask them.

"Re shup! You've been gone, old man!" Rena neh. I never have the words.

Everyone is now laughing.

"I missed you too, Lefatselabarena." I say.

"Papa, tomorrow is daddy's soccer day. Are you coming?" Moloko.

"I'll be there, my boy. That's why I came back today." I say.

"Can I sleep with you today?" He says.

"You don't want to sleep in your own room today?"

He shakes his head.

"Okay then. Let's eat some dinner then head to bed. I'm tired", I say.

We are having dinner together. Ona and Thabi look like they've just had a fight. Mohato and Zari are also having issues. But I don't have the full details of their issues, but we always find ourselves at the centre of the tension of whatever is going on between the two of them.

Mohale is also here. He was gay in high school, but for whatever reason, that's changed. Now he's into girls. Ona and I genuinely don't understand. Thabi says he sees men behind closed doors, but he needs a woman and some babies next to him for the public eye. We already know she had everything to do with Mohale's sudden change in his choice of sex partners. Then Tholoana is here too, chatting on his cellphone as we all silently enjoy our meals. He's dating Motshabi. They've been together for quite some time actually. At least he's relationship seems stable. But he's the most distant kid here. I just don't get him. I used to invest a lot in Ona's kids because they've always seemed ready to bomb the kingdom for whatever angry reason they carried inside of them. But it came at the expense of the fruit of my semen. I thought I was losing them at some point. Rena was the worst! But I appreciate her because she was honest. It's her honesty that made me change my tune. I missed Oluremi with all of my heart. I made a promise to her and to myself that I'd never have more kids. I need to give my kids my all. I always feared that if another woman gave me kids, I'd be different with my kids. So, I didn't have more kids. Not even with Remo - who ended up leaving me because of that... and because I wanted to take Ndalo to be my second wife. Remo turned shit up in Ndalo's life so much that Ndalo ran from me, running for her life. Lol! It was funny to watch and all, but it made me thankful that I never had kids with either of them - and none of the bitches I fucked too.

I finally finish my food at this awkwardly silent table.

"Papa, can we go now to our outside apartment now?" Rena says to me.

"Your brother is still eating", I say.

"No he's not." She says then pushes Moloko's plate away from him, grabs his hand and she leads the way to my outside apartment.

"You need to discipline your kid", Thabi says to me.

"Maybe have some kids before you tell me what to do with mine", I tell her.

I get up, shake Ona's hand, and we agree to meet tomorrow just after 7am. I grab Moloko's plate because my boy needs his food. His sister can be crazy, but he must eat.

[veryblushyswitch]

i hope you’re still doing sentence starters!! if not it’s okay haha i just love ur writing so i HAD to send something <33 i’m just a sucker for kiribaku tickles so how about “i’m not above interrogating you.” i don’t mind which is the lee or the ler!! i hope you have an amazing day and take ur time with all of these prompts, love! <3

Y'all are sending me so much KiriBaku and I love it!! And thank you so much you’re so sweet!! ❤️

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“I’m not above interrogating you.” Bakugou threatened the red head below him.

Bakugou had Kirishima on his stomach, a cuddle session turned interrogation. Bakugou was sitting on his lower back with his arms crossed in front of him.

"It's nothing, let's just get back to cuddling." Kirishima relaxed.

"No- it's not nothing if it bothers you. And no more cuddles until you tell me."

Kirishima slumped against the bed, arms stretching out to the side in the process.

“Awww- you’re no fun.”

“No fun, huh?” Bakugou scoffed. “I’ll show you fun.”

With that, Bakugou dug his fingers into Kirishima’s exposed sides. Enjoying the sea of giggles that flowed from his boyfriends lips.

Kirishima’s arms slammed down against his sides, only succeeding in pressing Bakugou’s fingers deeper into the ticklish nerves.

“No! Wait- Wahahahahahait! Nohohohoho! Hehehe!”

“Better spill, babe. Not gonna stop till you do.” Bakugou let out an evil laugh.

“Plehehehehease!! Ihihihit’s nohohohohothing!” Kirishima kicked his legs.

“Stop saying that. Now spill. Or do I have to go to a more ticklish spot?” Bakugou took Kirishima’s arms and pinned them to the side under his knees.

“No! Noho! Bahabe dohohon’t!”

Bakugou walked two fingers on each hand up his torso. One hand rested against his lower ribs while the other tapped against his outreached underarm.

Kirishima was already giggling his head off, shaking his head back and forth.

“Not gonna talk? Or are ya just gonna giggle? I mean, you’re giggles are fucking adorable, but I’m gonna need that confession.”

“Nehever!”

Bakugou smirked to blind eyes.

“Suit yourself.”

With a shrug, Bakugou dug into his boyfriends two worst spots.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHA! BAHAHA- BAHAHAKUGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Kirishima kicked and squirmed, definitely contemplating his last choice of words.

“Awww~ poor shitty hair. All helpless and ticklish. All this can stop if you tell me what’s wrong.”

“OKAY- OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE!”

Bakugou stopped and got off of him, sitting next to him and rubbing his knee.

“Now tell me what’s wrong. You know you can talk to me right?”

“Yeah I know.” He played with his hands.

“It’s just- I’m insecure about my body sometimes. You know my pudge, I know you love it you always say that and I don’t think you don’t! It’s- it’s hard to love it myself sometimes, ya know?”

“I understand. We all have things we’re insecure about. And you’re right, I do love it.” Bakugou sneaked a squeeze earning a few giggles.

“It’s a part of you. It protects your organs and gives you better protection from attacks. And it holds food and nutrition so you can fight with all your strength. There’s no need to be insecure about it. I know it’s hard not to be, but I’ll tell you everyday your squishy is fucking adorable and manly if I have to.” Bakugou kissed his cheek.

“Hehe. Thanks. You really are amazing, Bakugou.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he blushed, obviously not prepared for the compliment.

“Sh-Shup up!” Bakugou yelled before squeezing Kirishima’s pudge with both hands.

“NOHO! BAHAHAKUGOUHOHOHOHO!”

“What? I’m just giving your manly squishy some love. Don’t blame me for finding it adorable.”

“IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“I know it does. That’s the point, idiot.”

Kirishima just laughed his stress away, eventually being tickled on his pudge for so long that he had to admit his “squishy” was indeed manly.

They fell on top of each other, giggles filling the room.

“You’re soho ticklish, Kiri. It’s really thehe best.”

“Yohou are tohohoo.”

A few pokes and kisses later, the two fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

[rogues-gallery-headcanons]

Can I get some fluffy head cannons of Jonathan and Edward with a trans masc s/o? I be feeling left out sometimes :{

Representation is important, no matter the media (yes, even in fanfiction) , so i hope you like the headcanons man!

I'm not gonna lie, i did google "How to make your trans friend happy" before i wrote these....

Trans Masc S/O

Jonathan Crane:

Jonathan has a PhD in Psychology, he knows the importance of acceptance when It comes to gender and sexuality, he will be your ally no matter what. He also has no mercy for transphobes ("It's not a real phobia."), he can and will psychoanalyze them to the point of tears, just to make a point;

I said before that Jon likes to be the little spoon, so If you don't have a problem on holding him from time to time he's happy;

He's not a good with compliments but he'll make an effort, he will say "How was your day, handsome?" every time you get home and "Goodnight my love." every night before bed;

He knows that body dysphoria can be nasty thing, so he always tries to make you comfortable, do you want him to cover the mirrors in the house? Hold you tight? Don't worry he's on his way to do all of It anyway;

Edward Nygma:

Edward prides himself on saying that he has a genius level intelect and not accepting you by who you are is just dumb, and Edward is not dumb. He's gonna be your best ally, depending on where you are in you transitioning Edward will be the first to help you, he is a very doting boyfriend after all!;

But let's not forget that he's also a attention whore, so yeah It doesn't matter what you are doing just give him some attention from time to time and you'll have a happy Eddie;

Kisses are more then welcome so please just kiss him, it's not only the best way to make him shup up but also the best way to make him blush like a school boy, he will say "Well aren't you the dapper fellow?" every time like the simp he is;

Edward knows that body dysphoria exists but he don't know the extent of it, so it's good to sit down and talk about anything that may bother you, in times like that he Just want to make you feel comfortable;

[mamawolfblood]

Baicardi chapter one

Alessandra Rossi

Age 21

Eye color blue

Hair color honey brown

Skin color pail white

Height 5ft9

Weight 135lb

Occupation-Designer shopkeep.

2nd occupation-Executioner for the Mafia.

Outfit when she is in the shop.

Blue blouse with black jeans and flats.

When on a mission she sports a black body suit with green snake scale marks in random spots.

She excels in hand to hand combat.

Her stand known as pufatter has the appearance of a humanoid snake. Its ability constriction, Hallucination,poison haze.

Alessandra was born to the infamous Rossi family. It has always been rumored that they are Mafiosi. Even though Alessandra or Alessi is a kind hearted woman, She will reck your day if you threaten the people she cares about.

She enjoys the smell of roses after a spring rain. The sound of rain fall at night and a good Baicardi.  She hates drugs and the Mafia men that kill for fun.

Chapter 1

The warm sun rests on my shoulders as I carry a bag of groceries to my apartment. "Those look heavy let me carry them for you." I turn to see Bruno Bucciarati a light blush on his face. "If its not to much trouble. I wouldn't want to burden you." I said nervous making him chuckle. He takes the bags from me. The walk home was nice. People were watching and talking about us. Some of the old ladies would ask if I was dating him. I say no of course but it would be nice if I could say yes. Once we reached my apartment I offer him a drink. But in Bucciarati fashin gets right to the point. "I know its sudden to ask but PoPo is dead ,and you and I are the only ones who know the location of his money. I need your help Alessandra Rossi the silent death." He wouldn't use my code name if it wasn't important. "You know I could never say no to you." I said pouring a glass of Baicardi for both of us. I place his on the table before walking away. He grabbed me pulling me into his lap. His head resting on my chest calming silence over took both of us.

"Se solo tu sapessi quanto significhi per me. Sposterei l'inferno e la terra per te. Mia Alessandra amore mio." He whisperes before kissing me though it was sudden I melted. When he pulled away his eyes never leave mine.

"You should have done this sooner." I said before being pulled into another kiss. "You are the only one Alessandra." He said before getting up.

I change into my body suit so many times I thought of throwing it away. I just couldn't bring myself to and now I know why. "One last mission before I settled down." I said putting my hair in a ponytail. "As long as your with me Alessandra. You will have no need to dirty your hands with filth. I will protect you no matter what." Bucciarati said hugging me from behind. "If only you could walk away too." I said turning to face him. "You know I can't but I will always come home to you." He said before leading me out my apartment. He takes my hand in his as a sign I am his no one better not look at me. He will zip their eyes shup.

[just-walk-around]

Again my fucking brain won't shup up.

So in the No voldemort world and single parent Snape. The Potters death go like this:

Sirius, lily and james are aurours, Harry is four. James got hurt in one mission and was in obligatory rest, good for him he wanted to have time with his son, he actually was thinking of retirement, being a auror take a lot time so he was thinking of becoming the new DADA teacher.

One day while his wife was in a far away mission some coworkers come to visit him, everything was fine until they started talking about their pureblood sisters/cousins that were single and how good pair he and them will be, maybe then the Potter bloodline would have a worthy heir and he could get rid of the mudblood bitch and the halfbastard. James tell them to shup the fuck up and to get out of his house. He is attacked but avoid it, they start fighting he then notice that someone was trying to broke the house wards, what they intruders don't know is that there's a alarm spell for cases like that, so he is fighting to gain time but he still was healing, his coworkers get the upper hand and kill him.

His last thought was about his family, his wife his son.

Some seconds later Severus cames and proceed to kill the remaining wizard, just leaving one knocked out to interrogate later, he get to Harry and hug him, barely a few minutes later Minerva and Remus arrive. Remus get close to the body calling James name again and again telling how bad of a joke he was trying to play, Minerva touch his shoulder and he couldn't d stop the scream in his throat.

Now a few hours before that in another place Lily was investigating some kidnapping cases, what she found was disturbing, a cult a pureblood mages experimenting in children:

Some focus in taking the magic of mudbloods to transfer it to squibs.

Others in transforming halfbloods in pureblood taking the impurities of their mud blood parents.

She takes all the evidence possible and send it, but after more research she found that someone in the aurours team are part of the cult and they have information about the Potter magic and Harry was the next victim, she send all the information to Severus and Remus , the two have nothing to do with the aurours she beg them to take James and Harry to a safe place, she sends a coded message to Sirius in cases that the mail is intercepted.

In the moment that she tried to send a scroll to James she is attacked, she fights to kill she can't believe she trust them, but she is overwhelmed and killed. Her last though was about her family, her husband, her son and her last word was "I love you".

When Severus and her graduated, she tell him about her plan to become auror he was worried for her so Lily charm a bracelet of a deer:

Brown means safe

Red means injured

White mean dead. The deer will say her last words and will project her last though.

That way he could always know, years later he gives to Harry as a last memento of his mother, every night when the nightmares plagued his mind Harry will hold the bracelet, close his eyes and pretend that his mom was there.

When Severus get the message the deer was already white, so he prepare to go to the Potter house even if letting Lily body alone hurt him but he have to focus in the living, he just see the body of James Potter fall and rage numb his mind he barely had restrain to dont kill the last one, all the fight get out of his body seeing little Harry hiding like his parents tell him, running to his uncle asking crying for his papa, Severus just hug him doing his best to not cry with him.

The scream of pain and grief of Remus broke his determination.

[dreamingwithbts]

Demon (Boku No Hero) - Chapter 19

Warning: Swearing, Violence and Blood

Hawks made me and Tokoyami run all over the city while he freely flies over us. “Oh? I thought you guys from U.A. were better than this. Come on! We need to go faster!” Hawks says teasing us flying ahead of us. “I want to rip those wings from him.” I say tired and starting to sweat. “Hn.” Tokoyami agrees also tired and sweating more than me because of the sun. “Let’s go!” We heard Hawks scream. “JUST SHUP YOU DAMN BIRD!” I scream making Hawks laugh. “Feisty!” Hawks says. “You sounded liked Bakugo.” Tokoyami says to me. “Dammit.” I say sighting.

Tokoyami and I after a day of running through the city, catching some simple villains, we finally are on our rooms in the agency resting. “I can’t even get out of bed to eat, my body hurts.” I think sighting then I take my phone and firstly text Izuku.

Me:

Hey. How’s your internship going?

Broccoli Freckles:

Hey Aka-chan, for now is going weirdly. Gran Torino is kind of crazy, and I’m panicking! How is Hawks?

Me:

Ahahaha, you’re going to be fine Izu-kun. Hawks is awful! Hisalways teasing and making us run while he flies. He’s lucky his hot.

Broccoli Freckles:

Oh my god, Aka-chan. Don’t say things like that. I have to go, I still have training to do.

Me:

Okay, good luck. Text me if you need anything.

The conversation between me and Izuku ended quickly and the moment I put my phone on the bed and close my eyes I receive a call, and I’m shocked seeing who it was. “Hello? Bakugo?” I answer it. “I’M GOING TO KILL BEST JEANIST!” It’s the first thing I heard. “What did he do?” I ask him confused. “He knew I only choose him because he is the number four pro hero, and he only put an offer on me, so he can educate me on being an exemplary hero, he wants to change the way I am!” He says and I try not to laugh. “ARE YOU LAUGHING?!” He asks screaming again. “Of course not!” I say containing my laugh. “But is kind of funny.” I continue and I heard him scream. “What are you going to do?” I ask him. “I don’t know.” He says sighting, and we stay in silence for a few minutes. “How’s Hawks?” He asks me. “A IDIOT HOT BIRD!” I scream now me angry. “He made me and Tokoyami run all over the city while his sexy ass was flying above us like nothing.” I say angry. “Serves you right.” I heard Katsuki joking. “Oh, shut up!” I say angry, but smiling and we stay talking all night until we had to go to sleep.

Day two started, the day started normal, this time Hawks walked with us on the street explaining us actual very useful stuff. “I wonder how’s Katsuki doing.” I think after remembering our conversation last night, not knowing Katsuki and his hair were suffering on the hands of Best Jeanist.

Day three came quickly, and the three of us are getting closer actually, we started to get comfortable with Hawks and start teasing him too, well more me. “Cannibal! You’re chicken is here!” I say giving him his lunch. “Thank you!! And it’s not cannibalism!” He says. “That’s what a cannibal would say!” I say teasing him making us laugh and Tokoyami smile. It was already evening when Hawks let’s go rest earlier than normal, saying it was a gift from him. “Gift, right. He’s probably lazy and going to eat chicken all night.” I think entering my temporary bedroom, I look at my hero uniform that I was still wearing. “I have a bad feeling.” I think then suddenly a heard a notification on my phone. “Izuku sent a message.” I say out loud.

Broccoli Freckles:

HELP! HOSU CITY!

“Shit!” I cursed and without seconds thoughts I leave my room running. “I’m coming Izuku.” I think. I start running and teletransporting as fast as I could and when I arrived at an alley, I see Izuku frozen and Lida on the ground and a villain walking towards him. I teletransport next to Izuku and I use my red mist to stop the villain from walking. “Oh? Another one?” The villain says turning his head to see me. “Aka-chan! I mean Carmine!” Izuku screams next to me not moving. “I got you.” I say to the villain, but my mist wasn’t strong enough, and he got loose and turns to me, smiling sadistically. “Carmine, be careful! If he gets your blood, you get paralyzed!” Izuku screams when the villain came running towards me swinging his swords. “You’re next girl.” He says while I try to escape his blades. “Shit!” I say when I almost get caught. “Who is this guy?!” I scream. “That’s the villain Stain! The one who hurt my brother.” Lida screams. “No...” I whisper in shock, frozen in front of Stain. “AKA!” Izuku and Lida screams when Stain blade catches me, but I still got in time to move next to Izuku again. “Shit!” I say and move my arm to see blood. “What do we do now?” I say looking at Izuku who looks at me in shock. “How are you moving...?” He whispers making me confused. “Girl, who are you? And how are you still moving?” Stain asks me angry looking at me. “You remind me of someone.” He says. “Does he know?” I think scared then I see him turning towards Lida again. “Stop it...!” Izuku screams then suddenly a tunnel of fire appears attacking Stain, but Stain jumps back. “One after another... There are a lot of people getting in my way today.” He says. “Shoto!” I whisper seeing him.

Shoto starts battling with Stain while the others stays frozen because of Stain Quirk, while I stay frozen for another reason. “Todoroki, you can’t let this guy lick your blood!” Izuku starts explaining Stain Quirk to Shoto. “Aka-chan is the only one who wasn’t affected it by his Quirk.” Izuku says. “Aka. Aka!” I unfroze when hearing Shoto scream my name. “We need to fight him together.” Shoto says, and I nod and get beside him and look straight in Stain eyes. “Let’s do this.” I say, and red mist covers my body. “That mist...” Stain thinks.

Shoto and I start fighting with Stain while Izuku and Lida and the pro hero Native stay frozen on the ground. I fight Stain while Shoto and Lida talked about Lida brother, I notice that Stain is hurting Shoto more than me. “Shit, why isn’t he attacking me.” I think then try attacking Stain closer while Shoto attacks him in the distance then suddenly Stain is beside me on the air. “I’m not going to hurt you, my daughter.” He whispers on my ear while I froze again in shock. “He knows.” I think while he attacks Shoto. “Aka-chan!” I can hear Izuku scream from the distant, but I just couldn’t move. “What is wrong with her?” Lida asks but no one could answer, before I notice I was at the ground emotionless and Stain comes to be in front of me. “I’m going to take you with me.” He whispers while glaring at the others. “STAY AWAY FROM HER.” Izuku screams and I look up seeing him now unfrozen next to Shoto. “Izuku...” I whisper looking at him with no emotions. “Aka-cha...” Izuku says confused, in panic. “Did she got hit?” Shoto asks. “I don’t know.” Izuku responds. “I’m sorry guys....” I say, looking down, not being able to fight Stain, no matter how bad he is, he’s still my biological father. “We can’t count with Aka right now.” Shoto says making Izuku more in panic.

“How am I going to look at them after this? I am a daughter of a villain. I can’t even fight him and help my friends. How can I be a hero after this? I’m sorry for disappointing you Dad...Izuku....Katsuki...” I think hearing the battle happening in front of me. I look up hearing them doing the final blow on Stain. Eyes big, scared, I scream. “NO!” And vines of red mist goes towards Stain. “What?” Shoto asks while the three looks at Stain floating in red mist, unconscious, still impaled on the ice but not hitting any vital organs. “Aka...” Lida says watching me. “Aka-cha...what....” Izuku says too shocked. “You can’t kill him.” I say, my eyes on the ground, my hair covering my face, hands up supporting Stain. “Why?” Shoto asks me but I don’t answer. “He hurt my brother Aka! He’s a villain, he...” Lida screams. “SHUT UP!” I scream and everyone was in silence. “Just shut up, it’s over now.” I say then use the mist to put Stain on the ground, wish Shoto immediately ties him up with some rope he found, then without looking at anyone I got to Izuku and put him on my back. “You hurt your legs, right?” I ask him. “Aka-chan...” He whispers, appreciating my help. “I’m sorry Izu-kun.” I say to him. “What happen?” He asks me. “I’ll tell you later.” I say, and he nods, resting on my back then we walk in silence, Izuku and me in the front, while Shoto, Lida and Native stay behind pulling Stain, then all of us stop at the alley entrance. “Now, let’s quickly get him to the police....” Native starts saying only to be interrupted by a new voice. “Wha...? Why are you here?” The voice says, and I look to the front seeing a very small old hero looking at Izuku on my back. “Gran Torino!” Izuku says surprised. “That’s Gran Torino! Not what I imagine.” I think, in seconds he is in front of us his foot on Izuku head. “I thought I told you to stay seated on the bullet train!” He says. “Who’s that?” Shoto asks Izuku. “The hero I’m interning with, Grand Torino. But why?” Izuku explains. “I was told to come here all of a sudden. Well, I don’t really know what’s going on, but I’m glad you’re okay.” Grand Torino says looking also at me for a few seconds. “So, this is the girl All Might told me about. She really is protective of him.” Grand Torino thinks.

Suddenly a lot of heroes appear out of nowhere, shocked by seeing us and Stain captured, some try seeing our injuries, Izuku now good enough to stay up on the ground. I stay away of everyone, not confident enough to stay near them. Everything was calm until I hear something coming. “Villain!” I scream looking at the sky. “Get down!” Gran Torino screams then the flying villain captures Izuku. “IZUKU!” I scream making my mist go after him but the wind of the villains wings made it difficult. “Shit.” I say then suddenly the villain starts falling. “What the hell?” I say then suddenly someone passed by me fast. “I’m doing this for you.” The person whispers. “Stain...” I say shocked seeing him defeat the villain, killing him. “This is all...to create a more just society.” Stain says while everyone is shocked then I start walking towards him and Izuku that was on the ground next to Stain, nervous. “Girl what are you doing?” Some heroes ask scared. “Oi! Aka!” Shoto says, but I just walk slowly to them, Stain looking at me calmly and Izuku sweating scared. I go near them and stay in front of Stain looking him in his eyes. “Thank you.” I say, and he nods, I kneel and help Izuku up and slowly walk back to the others. “What...How?” Lida asks confused. “He let her take him.” Shoto says shocked. “Hm.” Grand Torino says. “Aka-chan...” Izuku whispers while I just smile at him.

Endeavor arrives and Stain mood changes, I could feel the blood thirst in the air. “He’s back again!” Some of the heroes scream seeing Stain smile sadistically. “You fake... I must make things right...Someone must be dyed in blood... I must take back what it means to be a hero! Come! Try and get me, you fakes!” Stain says. “Great, both me and I hate Endeavor.” I think. “The only ones I’ll let kill me it’s the true heroes... All Might! And her!” Stain screams pointing at me. “What....” I whisper feeling everyone eyes on me then Stain falls unconscious from the injuries of the fight with the others. “Shit.” I think tired.

Note:Hope you like it! New chapter every Friday!

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[hellyeahheroes]

If you floow me on twitter or are part of our discord server, you probably know that I have announced that for the time being I’m giving up on Marvel and DC, at least when it comes to new releases and announcments. I will make an exception for Runaways (unless that turns into a glorified X-Book as I fear) and catch up to some older books.

As I have said before, for quite some time I am feeling less and less joy and excitement about new Marvel and DC announcments. Especially as DC keeps shrinking and becoming increasingly “Batman Comics Comics”, where even fuckign Scooby-Doo must now be only about Batman, a character I do not like. All while the only thing keeping me in Bat-sphere, the batfamily, gets increasingly more undermined. there are maybe 5-6 Batfam members who consistently get spotlight. 4 if you don’t count Catwoman and Harley Quinn as Batfam members, then it is only Dick, Jason, Babs and Damian. Yes, Damian getting the very arc Cass Cain fans were BEGGING for DC to give her for the last 15 years is what prompted my decision. But really, it is a straw that broke the cammel’s back. Or, as we say in my country, a drop that filled the goblet of bitterness. 

For over a decade I have now watched various character in the Batfam that I like - Cass but also Steph, Duke, Harper, We Are Robin and Gotham Academy kids, etc. - get passed on and ignored or relegated to jobbers and pointless, useless cameoes in crowd scenes, in favor of the same four. And their fans would always say this isn’t the right time and ask me to be a good consumer and buy these books because if they succeed then for sure others will get their moment to shine too. But that moment never came. I’ve been told that during One Year Later, after Battle of the Cowl, during New 52, during DC You, during DC Rebirth, during New Justice and now. If I lach onto a new character they quickly become a victim of the same treatment, as was with Duke, with Harper or with Maya. And if my faves get something it is either immediatelly undermined by other books (See how all work Bryan Hill put into showing Cass as skilled fighter been undermined by King, Thomasi and Williamson who saw her only as a worthless jobber to prop their lame villains) or ignored (see Duke who vanished after that book ended) or isn’t about them at all (see League of Shadows, billed as Cass story but was really about Ras Al’Ghul). 

Currently Batbooks grow even larger but nothing changes, the promised spotlight for anyone else didn’t come. tom Taylor made a huge deal of being a Cass fan and instead he is writing Nightwing and another Batman book. Joshua Williamsone is now handing on a silver platter everything Cass fans asked for to Damian and Future State Batgirls series in anthology got replaced by a Grifter story - because DC thinks a guy so removed from Batfam he is literally from another universe is bigger part of the Batfamily than Cass and Steph. Fucking Joker got a book instead, we need that edgelord incel money I guess. And with rest of DCU shrinking to the point even Aquaman and Green Arrow (two titles I liked for various supporting cast members like Emiko Queen or Jackson Hyde, btw) got axed to make more room for Batman, there is just less things to be excited about outside a line that made it clear fans, who don’t like marketing department-approved characters and only them, are not welcome.

And at Marvel I could repeat above paragraphs with X-Men. More and more X-books that tie-in to an arc I tremendously dislike and been vocal critic of, less and less anything else. Even writers I like and had high hopes of end up doing same X-book as everyone else and it is an X-book in which characters I like are at best given pointless cameo and at worst killed and replaced by someone else in their body to show how dangerous the villain is. Or banished to another dimension. Or shown to be stupid and “manipulated by evil” for pointing problematic things about current books. And that on top of the same spiell of being told to shup up and let X-fandom enjoy their books about same five people and that sure everyone I like, like NXM kids, will get their moment to shine soon....and said moment never comes. Been told that during Manifest Destiny, during Nation X, during Curse of Mutants, during Schism, after AvX, after Secret Wars, after Inhumans vs X-Men, I’m being told that now. Instead X-books scrap bottom of the barrel to only give titles to characters from 80′s and 90′s to the point we have fucking Scalphunter book now.

All the while X-Fandom has shown itself to be extremly toxic and entitled, something I have seen when they wished for Nico and Chase to die in Avengers Arena because they felt X-men deserve to take Molly away from Runaways. And when they cheered the death of Juston for having a good Sentinel. Or when they acted toxic to Inhumans fandom while claiming oppression because they had “only” four books a month. Once again I feel like everything I like about Marvel gets pushed out in favor of its most toxic part, a part that made it very clear I and people who like same characters like me, are not welcome in it. Out of few books who stand out Ms. Marvel and immortal Hulk are ending. Champions, while good, is not the type of story I can stomach in current political climate. Runaways I fear they’ll be swallowed or at least undermined by X-Men too. Similiarly I am anxious about Miles, with Donny Cates lurking around looking like he wants to undermine everything Saladin Ahmed built for the sake of 00′s nostalgia.

Reading news and seeing new books doesn’t give me happiness anymore, just more frustration and sadness. I came to beleive it is not good for my mental health. So for time being I’m going to retreat to regain my strength. If other people running this blog, like @keeper-of-the-lore or @ubernegro or @majingojira want to talk about current books or news here, go ahead, I will just stay away for the time being from these conversations and stick to reading and talking about older stuff I wanted to check out but never had a time to do it properly. And if a book I wanted does appear while I’m taking this time off, well, I’d rather be late to the party that constantly passed on the invtations and waiting like a moron to get one.

-Admin