#and this friends is what we call projecting

[dykepuffs]

This is why we can't leave the Disgusting Fantasy Havers out in the cold too.

Cut because this is a long rant and maybe people don't want to see it and if I wasn't on mobile I would have spawned this off into its own post sorry.

(I am deliberately picking an unpleasant, ugly, disgust-provoking topic, to prove the point, don't assume you know what I personally am into from this!) Because;

"They write stories about UNDERAGE and NONCON, so I bet they are real life child abusers, they should get the rope!" Being said about people who have never been near a child and have never shown any interest in them, can easily become-

"Him and his partner RP as Icky Daddy and Spoilt Stepson, and they're really *realistic* about it, they should get the rope!" Which becomes:

"Him and his partner call each other Daddy and Boy, you know what that means REALLY, they should get the rope," which becomes:

"Those two have an age gap, and the younger one dresses in cute bright colours and the older one is all serious, they're totally doing age play shit, they should get the rope." which turns into:

"Those two might be the same age, but when we raided their house we found a cuddly toy on the bed, which suggests they do ageplay, they should get the rope."

Which gets reported as "Local paedophiles evicted in raid, paraphernalia confiscated." Everyone is relieved when they get the rope.

When someone has already decided that queerness is quasi-incest (All the late-c20th horror over the concept of lesbian feminists calling each other Sister!), is unnatural, is always-coercive (because the Queer must have preyed on the Confused), they will always be able to make you - yes, you, your milquetoast vanilla bean relationship- look like abuse, and like the worst kind of abuse, the kind you should be hanged for. And anyone who defends you or says "oh hold on I don't think that's really proportional..." will also be called the worst kind of predator (after all... they're showing excessive sympathy for groomers and sickos... going out of their way to say these freaks aren't evil when idek i just think some fantasies are evil! Being horny about something harmful and gross doesn't make it morally neutral... seems sus idk idk...)

If you and your partner rent a house together, they will say one of you must have coerced the other by trapping them financially. If you met at school, the elder one corrupted a minor (That two month age gap is a lot to a seventeen year old who was just finding their way in the world!). If you met at a bar, you tricked them when they were too drunk to evaluate the risk. If you care for your disabled partner, you're sexually preying on a poor cripple... Or the devious deformed degenerate has perverted the natural caring urges of an innocent helper into something sexual and sinister. If you're in a long-term relationship it's a sign of incorrigible and unrepentant deviance, and if you are single it was only a matter of time before you preyed on an innocent passer-by.

Do not trust. ANY. Arrests for public indecency. Honestly, don't trust any arrest at all, the state isn't your friend and the carceral apparatus isn't "good" when it happens to chew up a murderer or an abuser, because those are just the seasoning that gives it license to also chew up all the "deviants" that are stumbling blocks for the project of fascism.

If they do start rounding queers up it won’t be with the gestapo, but the police, and the crime won’t be written down as being queer, but public indecency, the indecency being queer in public, but that’s the quiet part no one will say out loud.

[bugisastranger]

Could I please have angst with a happy ending with Best friend Clark, where you’ve been pining after him for the longest time, but he’s still after Lana. So you give up and start going on dates/bars to get over him, and he’s confused at the sudden emotional distance because you’ve never done that before, and he finds himself jealous. 🙏🙏🙏

a/n: sorry this took a bit anon! i am such a busy gal this semester </3. this one's a lil long - might not be as angsty as you were hoping but i haven't written angst in agessss so i apologize. ty for the req my love!

"who's this?"

is what you hear before you can even turn your head to see clark approaching you in the beanery. you had figured he wouldn’t even be here—he’d surely be supporting lana at the talon—but clearly the world had a way of taunting you, because you’d recognize his voice anywhere.

“clark,” you start, finding it absolutely unbelievable that he found a way to worm himself into your life regardless of how much you tried to avoid him. “this is steven. steven, clark—my friend.” you give a pointed look to clark. “what’s up?”

“oh, i just wanted to see you.” you’re kidding. as often as clark says things which make you double take, this is not a time you doubt what he means; even your date is baffled by his words.

“i wanted your help, actually. with my english project," clark says, and it almost seems like he came up with that on the spot.

“what? clark, you’re good at english.” there is no way.

“well, this one’s giving me trouble.”

“i… can it wait? or can’t you ask chloe?” you try urging, hoping it'll make him get the hint.

“chloe’s busy.”

“okay, whatever, i can come by later.”

“i have a thing later," clark says, and it's taking all of your power not to strangle him. he never even acted this way if you were talking to people he knows.

“a thing?”

“yes, a thing." you roll your eyes, finding clark's behavior beyond absurd.

“you know what – i was gonna go soon anyway,” steven says awkwardly, standing. 

“no, stay. clark was just going." you jump to your feet, trying to resolve the situation.

“no, i wasn’t!”

“oh my god, clark shut up!” 

“i’ll call you, okay?” steven grabs his jacket, and that’s when you know that clark has entirely ruined this for you. 

“are you sure? i’m sorry about him, he’s—”

“i’m what?” clark interjects.

“intruding.” you finish, and it's clark's turn to roll his eyes. “i really am sorry about this, my friends usually don’t interrupt my dates, i promise.”

“that’s okay. it was nice spending time with you.” 

steven isn’t even out of earshot when you start scolding clark, swatting him with a magazine off the table. “are you serious?! what is wrong with you!”

“what’s wrong with me?”

“yes, you!”

“you’ve been avoiding me for weeks!”

“what are you talking about?” you ask, trying to play dumb.

“what am i talking about?" clark touches his hands to his chest, confused how you're turning this on him. "are you kidding? you used to hang out with me nearly every day, and now i barely even see you at school.”

“and?”

“and?” he asks, his eyebrows shooting up. “and i like spending time with you? i care about you? is that seriously something i have to tell you?”

“maybe it is,” you say, hands moving to your hips.

“who even is that kid? you didn’t tell me you were going on a date.”

oh. oh.

“that’s what this is about?”

“uh. yeah. you tell me everything." the sass in his voice is a quick reminder that you have such strong feelings for clark, but you try to push that thought away. and clark's right, anyway. you would typically tell him most things.

“i do not tell you everything,” maybe it’s the way that you say it—or maybe it's just the sentiment in itself—but clark furrows his brows, the sentence hitting him like a punch.

“what don’t you tell me?”

“i don’t know, clark—things!” but you do know, and it’s that you’ve been harboring feelings with him for god knows how long. “you keep secrets from me all the time. i don’t pry.” and that seems to shut him up. “listen, can we not talk about this now? let’s go back to yours.”

“okay. okay, yeah,” he says, walking towards the door and holding it open for you. on the walk back to his house, you start talking about other things—the english project that he didn’t need your help with so urgently, the errands his mom had him run earlier, and what chloe had been telling him about yesterday.

clark’s english project took far less time than he’d hoped, and he was only able to keep you an extra half hour because his mom joined the conversation. and when you left, that only made the cut deeper, because she brought up how she’d barely been seeing you around lately. he doesn’t see you the next morning at school, and barely catches sight of you at the end of the day, talking to steven. he’s about to walk over there, interrupt the two of you again, but pete appears in front of him and drags him over to the torch before he can protest.

the next few days pass slower than time ever has for clark. it’s like he’s spending every minute thinking about you, and he doesn’t even realize why until it hits him that he’s been seeing lana with whitney and it doesn’t make him feel the same way it used to. the only thing making him feel that way is you. that realization occurs in his math class, and he nearly thinks that he’s around some of the meteor rock because of how it makes him feel. he’s lucky that his actual teacher is out sick, because when clark comes back from the bathroom, he’s already thinking about what he’s going to say to you.

“please open the door, please open the door, please open the door,” clark whispers to himself as he rings the doorbell. it’s not too long until the door’s creaking open, and luckily it’s you—not your parents—on the other side. “hey.”

“hi.”

“how are you?” he stalls.

“i’m fine. you?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe. honestly, it kills you to be so cold towards clark, but there’s not another way you can imagine to get over him. every second you’re with him is indescribable. 

“i wanted to talk to you, actually.”

“okay.” you look back into the house before stepping out front, shutting the door gently behind you. it’s a moment of you looking at him expectantly before he takes a deep breath, preparing himself for your reaction.

“i don’t think you should see steven anymore.”

“what? why?”

“i just don’t think he’s the guy for you.”

“okay, well, that’s a really great and specific reason, clark,” you say sarcastically. “what do you have against him?”

“i don’t have anything against him!” wrong. “i just don’t want you going out with him.” and wrong thing to say. 

“you don’t get to control who i go out with, clark.”

“that’s not what i meant–”

“what did you mean, then?” you ask, angrily. it takes clark by surprise, really, ‘cause he can’t remember the last time you’d snapped like that, and he never thought you’d react that way to him.

“i just think you deserve better.”

“you don’t even know him! you have no idea how he treats me.”

“just trust me.” clark looks down at you with what you can only describe as puppy eyes. “come on, i know you trust me.”

“i do trust you—usually—but this is so unlike you.”

“this is unlike you! you never talk about boys or going out with anyone or—”

“yeah, well maybe i had my eye on someone.”

“what?”

“nothing, clark! nothing.”

“how does you being interested in someone mean that you don’t ever talk about them?”

“god, clark, you’re so blind,” you mutter under your breath. “because it’s you!” oh. 

“what?” clark replies, his eyes wide. it doesn’t even cross his mind what it actually means, he’s just so shocked. “what?”

“you heard what i said.”

“no, yeah, i did. but what?” “i’m not repeating myself.”

“how long?”

“i’m not answering that, clark. that’s humiliating.”

“no, it’s not. i—” he takes another deep breath, shaking his head slightly. “i’m jealous.”

“what?”

“of steven, i’m jealous of him. and i—i don’t really know where it’s come from, but i don’t want you seeing him, i want you seeing me,” clark’s words make you still, the anger being drawn out of your system. “i miss you,” he adds quietly. 

“okay. wow. that’s… okay.”

“okay?” he teases, taking a step forward with a smirk. it’s starting to set in that you feel the same way, and he suddenly doesn’t feel so bad about the way he’s been sneaking glances at your lips this whole time. clark watches you grow a little nervous, starting to fluster, and he’s kicking his past-self for never realizing how cute you are. 

“i’m nervous.”

“i can tell,” he smiles, the toothy grin nearly making you implode. “so, what does this mean?” 

because of how close clark is, you’re having to really look up at him, and though it’s already hurting your neck, you can’t make yourself look away. “i’m not gonna talk to him anymore. i wasn’t going to, anyway. it’s not fair, using him to get over you.”

“was it working?” you shake your head. “good.” he’s staring down at you for another moment, and the silence isn’t awkward. all he’s waiting on is a sign, something to tell him that you actually do want him—more than just words. then you’re looking at his lips for a little longer than a simple glance, and he’s bending over, leaning in. clark would be lying if he says he’s not nervous, but he’s wasted so much time being blind to your feelings that he won’t do it any longer.

clark snakes a hand around your body, pulling you closer to him as he presses his lips to yours in what can only be described as a rom-com kiss. it feels that way, too, and he has to force himself off of you. he almost wants to apologize for how eager he is, but he doesn’t.

you stare at each other for another moment, like neither of you really knows what to say, and then you look to the side, half hiding your face as you try not to giggle out of excitement. “um, i have to go back inside. my parents are…”

“yeah, that’s okay,” clark says, beaming. “let me take you on a date. are you busy later?”

“no, later works,” you nod. clark huffs at how adorable it is, before glancing back at the front door—making sure nobody’s looking—and pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“i’ll come get you at six.” he starts to walk off before turning back around, “and, uh, maybe wait a second before you go back in. your face is all red.”

[babejinxy]

In love with you - part 9

Pairing: Powder x fem!reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, SMUT, kissing, fluff

Synopsis: Powder had been your best friend for years, the two of you met when she was running from the cops when she and her brothers broke into and blew up an apartment in Piltover and you helped them escape. What you never imagined, is that the love of your life was always right there in front of you…

A/N: This is a fic about Powder from the alternate universe, it has nothing to do with Jinx.

🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

✨ I just wanted to clarify that Caitlyn is a little older than the reader and Powder, but they are all of legal age, okay?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

You were reading a book lying on your bed when your mother knocked on the door and came in, “y/n?”, she asked coldly. “I’m reading”, you answered rudely. “Your father and I are going to meet Mel, you better be at the Kirammans’ house at seven, we’ll meet there, be there, did you hear me?”. An idea flashed in your head at that moment, “are you and daddy going out now?”, you looked at her with a little smile. She raised an eyebrow and adjusted her posture, “did you hear what I said?”. You rolled your eyes, “yes I heard, now can you leave?”. She looked at you with narrowed eyes, a serious and irritated look and then closed the door and you heard her footsteps moving away.

As soon as your parents left, you called your girlfriend to come over so you could go to the Kirammans' dinner together. You didn't tell her that the dinner was at Caitlyn's house, much less the reason for it. They hated each other and you knew Powder wouldn't come if she knew and you wouldn't know how to tell her everything your mother said earlier. So you were going to take her to the dinner and introduce her as your girlfriend, so everyone would know that you were already taken and you could go on with your life normally with the person you truly loved.

You were in the kitchen leaning on the counter eating baked s'mores, your favorite dessert, when Powder arrived at your house and walked over to you. "Hey babe, sorry I was late, I was helping Vender with the bar," she said hugging you from behind and leaving a little kiss on the side of your neck, which tickled you and you cringed smiling. “And after I fixed things with Ekko, I gave him a hand with the project he’s working on,” she said, smelling your hair before resting her chin on your shoulder. “What would they do without you, huh?”, you said, pulling away from her and placing a piece of s’mores in her mouth, and she didn’t miss the opportunity to lick the tip of your finger covered in marshmallow and chocolate.

“And what would I be without you?”, she said smiling and pecking your lips. “I think it’s probably the same as me without you”, you wrapped your arms around her waist and kissed her. Powder brought her hands to your face and took a step forward without breaking the kiss and pinned you against the counter, intensifying the kiss a little when she asked permission to explore your mouth with her tongue, which you allowed. You wrapped your arms around her neck and she lowered her hands to your hips, under your white pleated skirt, squeezing your soft skin a little.

“Aren’t your parents here?” she asked between your lips, biting your lower lip. “They’re out and we have a few hours before dinner,” you said, smiling as your lips brushed against hers. “Hmm, great, because I want you now,” she said, nuzzling your neck and leaving hot kisses and bites on your warm skin. You closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip as you panted. “Maybe we should go to my room,” you said, squeezing the back of her neck a little. “Or maybe we should stay here,” she said, sucking on a mark on the skin just below your ear.

Powder grabbed your legs and lifted you up, sitting you on the counter. You smiled at her sudden act and she slammed her lips into yours with force and desire. You couldn't blame her desperation, after all, she had been repressing this desire to have you for years and just like her, you couldn't resist having your best friend and now girlfriend fucking you on top of the kitchen counter. It was fucking hot.

She sucked your bottom lip between her teeth and slowly released it. “Is that okay with you, baby?” she asked, caressing the side of your thighs, making you shiver. “What did I tell you about not having to ask?” you said, smirking at your blue-haired girlfriend, who bit her bottom lip and smiled, “good girl.”

Powder started kissing your jaw and neck, moving her hands from your thighs to your boobs covered by the lilac crop top you were wearing and caressing your boobs, squeezing them a little over the fabric. You leaned back on the counter and supported yourself on your hands behind you, throwing your head back giving Powder more space to kiss your neck. She was drunk feeling your scent that she loved so much while she kissed and nibbled your skin, “hmm… you feel so good love”, she said against your soft skin.

Powder moved her hands down your thighs again and spread your legs before kneeling between them. She brushed her lips along the length of your leg and then began to leave hot kisses and suck on the skin of your inner thigh, until she got close to where you needed her most, the wet spot on your panties only getting bigger and bigger. She kissed and licked the wetness of your panties and gasped as she got a preview of your sweet, inviting taste, making you moan softly and bite your lower lip. Powder pulled your panties to the side and spread your folds with her fingers before bringing her wet lips closer to your throbbing cunt. You closed your eyes and bit your lower lip against the cold and shivers that sprouted in your body from the inside out as you felt her hot breath against your needy pussy.

She began to massage your clit with her index and middle fingers at a torturously slow pace. “P-Pow Pow babe, please,” you said in a tearful voice. “Shh..”, she whispered, rubbing her fingers slowly from your clitoris to your hole. Powder looked up at you and smiled mischievously before plunging her tongue into your soaking wet cunt. You let out a moan, not too loud, but a little louder than you would have liked as she began to lick and swirl her tongue around your swollen clit.

“Oh Pow that feels so good, babe,” you said with your eyes closed, wetting your lips and biting your lower lip, smiling a little. “I know… and you’re sweet baby, I love your taste,” she said with her lips on your pussy and went back to licking and sucking your clit as she brought two fingers inside your slippery hole, she stuck them inside you without much effort, making you stretch a little on the counter and moan softly. Powder began to finger fuck you slowly and deeply, increasing the thrusts of her fingers along with her tongue on your throbbing clit.

You moaned loudly and grabbed her blue hair as she trapped your clit between her lips and sucked on it like a hungry calf while curling her fingers inside you hitting that sweet spongy spot inside you over and over. Powder only looked up at you to see your fucked out expression and pretty face contorted and smiled against your sensitive bud. She continued pumping her fingers inside your pussy fast and deep, hitting all the right spots as she hungrily ate you out.

You were a moaning, whimpering mess, writhing and clutching at the strands of her scalp beneath you. She had one hand gripping, squeezing, and massaging the plush skin of your thigh as she finger fucked you deliciously. You felt your body contract and a throbbing sensation in your pussy, waves of heat began to rise up your thighs to your body and when your legs began to tremble you knew you were close to cumming. Powder also knew the moment she felt your walls clench around her fingers.

“O-oh Powder I’m gonna cum,” you gasped through your heavy breathing. “I know baby, you’re swallowing my fingers… come for me pretty girl,” she said before going back to licking and sucking your throbbing, aching clit and curling her fingers to hit your sensitive spot once more. “Oh god,” you moaned as the knot in your stomach unraveled and you came hard on your girlfriend’s fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned over and over as she fucked you through your orgasm. Powder continued to thrust her fingers into you, while still eating you out. Your cum dripped from your hole down to her wrist and sprayed onto your thigh, her mouth, and her arm from the thrusting of her fingers in and out of your abused hole.

You couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. So you brought your right hand to her wrist with difficulty because of the spasms of your body. "B-baby, p-please no, no more", you said whimpering. Powder took her fingers out of your pussy and went down her tongue to your hole, collecting and cleaning every last drop of your juice. "Hmm... I can easily get addicted to this baby", she said taking her fingers coated with your cream in her mouth. You were recovering from your intense orgasm to say anything, Powder laughed a little and cleaned the splashes of your cum on the inside of your thigh - with her mouth.

Powder pulled your panties back into place and stood up from between your legs, “you did so good for me, love”, she said caressing your cheek with her thumb and resting her forehead against yours. You both smiled looking at each other with your foreheads together, “it’s because you’re good in the sack”, you said biting your lower lip and giving her a peck on the lips. “It’s because I’m crazy about you babe”, she said smiling and looking at your lips. You brought your hands to her face and brought your lips closer to hers and kissed her softly, tasting your own taste on her lips. Powder - who was standing between your legs - squeezed your waist and you wrapped your legs around her waist, then she lowered her hands to your hips squeezing them and massaging them during the kiss.

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After you and Powder spent the rest of the afternoon together, doing what you did before as usual when you were just best friends, like watching movies, gossiping, laughing at stupid things and pretentious people - but with all respect and without malice, as you used to say - and of course, after many kisses and wandering hands, the two of you were finally getting ready for dinner at the Kirammans' house.

Powder asked you a few times where this dinner would be, but you avoided the subject by talking about other things or distracting her with your kisses. Of course you didn't feel comfortable behaving like this and not telling her the truth, but you couldn't risk her refusing to go with you. You needed to tell and prove to everyone that the two of you were more than friends and that nothing, not anyone, much less your family, could change that.

After she finished helping you with your makeup, it was your turn to help her with hers. She was sitting in your light pink petal velvet chair at your vanity with her eyes closed while you finished blending the blue and pink eyeshadow into her eyes. Powder had her hands on either side of your waist before she slid them down to your ass barely covered by your sculpted strappy black unitard playsuit. “Hey! Those hands,” you joked, laughing a little, making her laugh too. She raised her arms defensively, “What? I’m not doing anything wrong baby, your playsuit is too smooth and my hands just slipped a little,” she said laughing. “Oh yeah right” you said wryly smiling as you went back to focusing on finishing her makeup.

Powder was still smiling as she placed her hands on the flesh of your buttocks again, teasing you a little more. You didn't say anything this time, of course you were enjoying this. You were just finishing shading her right eye with the pink eyeshadow when she pulled you onto her lap. You adjusted yourself on top of her and tilted her head back, holding her chin to lift her head a little. She opened her left eye to look at you as you worked on her right eye. "Babe close your eyes, I don't want to make one look different from the other," you said kissing the tip of her upturned nose. "I doubt you'll make a mistake, you're perfect at this. Not only that... I like looking at you, but ok...," she said, closing her eyes. "I'm almost done and you'll have all the time in the world to look at me as much as you want," you said, smiling as you lined the blue eyeliner. “I don’t like to miss any of your details,” she said with a pout. You just kept smiling as you finally finished.

You analyzed her made-up eyelids and they were perfect, millimetrically the same and you smiled proudly at yourself. “Y/n? Can I open my eyes now?”, she asked anxiously. Instead of answering you brought your lips closer to hers and sealed them quickly, then pulled away, but Powder brought a hand to the back of your neck and pulled you back to her lips, kissing you deeply and sticking her tongue into your mouth to find yours. You kissed back, even though you were a little disoriented because you weren't expecting her sudden and somewhat desperate act. “Babe, you’re going to ruin your makeup and we need to finish getting ready,” you said with your eyes closed and smiling as she buried her face in the crook of your neck and started kissing your skin. “Ugh, what if we don’t go, huh?” she said brushing her lips all over your neck until she reached your lips where she left a little kiss.

You opened your mouth to object, but before you could say anything, Powder crashed her lips into yours, kissing you again. At that moment, when she knew that the two of you would be in the middle of other people, something possessive grew inside her, something she didn't know she had inside her. She had always loved you beyond the love of best friends and had always felt jealous of you, but this time, this jealousy was different even for her. It was something new, closer to possession.

“I would really like that,” you said, laughing a little and getting up from her lap, but she pulled you by the arm and you put your hands on her shoulders to balance yourself while she grabbed your waist, both of you laughing a little. “Then we don’t have to go,” she said, pecking your lips. You kissed each other while smiling, “I promise that after dinner you’ll have me all to yourself,” you said, biting your lower lip. She looked at you with half-closed eyes playfully, “I’ll charge you baby,” she said, laughing a little. “You won’t even need it,” you replied, giving her a peck on the lips. You looked up at the clock on top of your dresser, “Ok, now we need to change our clothes, we can’t be late.”

Powder was fixing her bangs and brushing her choppy blue hair when you came out of your closet wearing a long, tight, low-cut cobalt blue dress. You had chosen silver heeled sandals - which made you about two inches taller than Powder, since you were the same height. You approached her and hugged her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder. “You look so sexy when you’re wearing heels, I’ve always wanted to tell you that,” she said, turning her head and giving you a quick peck on the lips. “And you look sexy when you’re wearing a dress,” you said, pulling away from her and going to your vanity to brush your hair.

Your hair was tied up in a bun, but you couldn't keep it that way because of the hickey marks Powder had left on the side of your neck. She walked over to you and it was her turn to hug you from behind, holding your waist. "And those marks on your neck only make you even sexier... and mine," she said gently kissing the marks she herself had left on your skin. “More yours than ever and much more yours than I’ve ever been with anyone else,” you said, smiling. Powder felt a pang of jealousy inside her when she thought that you had been with other people before her and remembered how she felt about it before and that feeling only got worse now that you were finally her girlfriend. “You were always mine actually, weren’t you babe?”, she asked with a slightly more serious voice now, “the others were just mistakes, weren’t they?”. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion, “before we were friends, Pow,” you said, laughing a little. “But you always loved me and wanted me too, you said that baby, remember?”.

Powder let go of your waist and looked at a fixed point on the floor while playing with her fingers. You smiled softly and held her hands in yours. “Hey babe… don’t be embarrassed about it”, you laughed a little, but what you didn’t know is that she wasn’t embarrassed, she was fighting that horrible feeling of possession that was growing inside her again at that moment. “Yeah, I’ve always loved you, but we kind of had a life before we got to where we are now, you know that…”, you felt her squeeze your hands a little too tightly, but the moment she came to her senses and noticed how you frowned, she softened her touch again. “Hm… anyway, we can just forget everything that happened before and live in the now, together”, you smiled and placed a little kiss on her lips.

She felt horrible about this feeling of possession, this was new to her, something she didn't know existed inside her and this was the last thing she wanted to feel, she was fully aware that this was not a good feeling, not for her, much less for you. "Sorry baby, I think too much", she said shaking her head. "Okay, but from now on I only want you and I'm yours", you said smiling and winking at her.

You two finished getting ready and Powder watched you as you applied your cherry lip gloss and when you finished applying it to your lips and threw it inside your silver handbag, she came to you, "wait a minute, come here", she said pulling you by the waist and hitting her lips on yours, feeling the taste of your lip gloss straight from your lips, just like she always dreamed. She kissed you softly, enjoying the moment, your tongues dancing together in perfect sync. Powder bit and pulled your bottom lip lightly between her teeth before releasing your lips. You smiled at each other and you hugged her, wrapping your arms around her neck while she wrapped her arms around your waist. “Hmmm… I love your scent,” she said, her face hidden in the crook of your neck and placing a small kiss on your neck.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁

The two of you arrived at the Kirammans' mansion five minutes after the scheduled time, of course it was on purpose, you just wanted to irritate your mother as much as possible.

As soon as you entered the mansion's entrance hall, one of the servants collected your coat and Powder's jacket to store them in the cloakroom before you headed to the dining room. Powder looked around, she wondered how she would get used to attending these luxurious places with you, your family and your piltie friends, this was too much luxury for her.

You both walked into the living room and your parents, Cait and her parents looked at you both. Mr. and Mrs. Kiramman looked at you and Powder with wide eyes in surprise, Cait looked straight at Powder with narrowed eyes and then looked at your hands clasped in hers. Your mother looked at you with a deadly and fierce look, she adjusted her blouse and crossed her arms, while your father looked puzzled with a frown.

You were a little nervous, but pleased with everyone's reaction. However, Powder was unresponsive and awkward, and at the same time, anxiety took over her, she could have expected anything but this. She looked at Caitlyn, the woman she hated most in Runeterra, with narrowed eyes, and you could feel the tension between the two as they stared at each other.

“Good evening everyone, first I would like to apologize for being late and I would also like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Powder”, you said smiling and looked directly at your mother, and raised your eyebrow at her provocatively and gave her a provocative smile. You could feel the fury and anger coming directly from her and it only made you even more proud of yourself.

Everyone in the room was perplexed and confused, including Powder, who didn't expect it to happen tonight especially in this way, she also didn't understand what was happening, nor the reason for all this. Your mother took a deep and audible breath and then got up from the couch and forced a smile on her lips, trying to say calmly and casually, "oh, this daughter of mine... always playing pranks", she forced a little laugh and continued, "this is just a frind of hers...", she swallowed hard before speaking, changing the tone of her voice to a tone closer to carelessness, "... from undercity", she finished shaking her head quickly and forcing a smile again looking at Powder, "isn't it, dear?", she looked directly and sternly into the eyes of the blue-haired girl, making her feel embarrassed and awkward with the situation.

Powder looked at everyone and quickly at you, who was looking at her smiling, waiting for her to deny your mother's question and confirm that you two were dating, assuming you. "Um... yes, ma'am...", that was all that came out of her mouth, all she could say at the moment. Everyone seemed relieved, Cassandra Kiramman gave a forced smile and looked at Powder with a certain disdain and then sipped the champagne from her glass.

You immediately let go of Powder's hand and looked at her in bewilderment, frowning, not believing what had happened. Powder was mad at you, she couldn't and didn't even want to look at you now, she still didn't understand and was confused by all of that, were you trying to humiliate her? Why did you bring her to your ex's house, who you knew she couldn't stand, and why did you and your parents go to that dinner with Caitlyn Kiramman and her parents? If you had at least told her that you wanted to introduce her as your girlfriend, everything would be different, she would have prepared herself for this. Now all she wanted to do was run away, but how could she do that? She had no reaction at all, this was all very humiliating and she felt like an intruder, a gatecrasher.

“Y/n, sweetheart, Cait has a gift she would like to give you,” Cassandra said smiling and looking at her daughter. “Oh no, no…”, you thought. You were nervous, afraid of what would happen, you wanted to scream and cry and leave there, but you could only pretend to be normal and smile, even though the tension between you and Powder was killing you.

Cait picked up a burgundy velvet box and walked over to you with a smile. The taller woman looked into your eyes and said in her velvety, penetrating voice, “I wish I could have given you this at your parents’ party, I waited for you… I’m sorry you couldn’t make it yesterday.” Powder glared at her furiously and her breathing was heavy, you could feel the tense atmosphere passing through you. You, in turn, didn't know how to react or what to say. Cait opened the box and you came across a beautiful red diamond necklace, but not even the beauty of the necklace was able to ease the tension and make you truly smile.

“Cait… it’s beautiful… thank you”, you forced a smile. “Can I?”, she asked, smiling widely. A pang in your chest and a chill rose in your stomach, you looked at everyone in the room, including Powder - who had her fists clenched, glaring furiously at the older woman - if you let Cait put the necklace on you, she would certainly see the hickeys on your neck and maybe everyone else present, but how could you deny that? “Of course,” you said, taking a deep breath and still with the fake smile on your lips. So that your parents and Cait’s parents wouldn’t notice the marks on your skin, you turned your back to them and pushed your hair back, holding it. Cait approached you from behind and placed the beautiful necklace around your neck, her blue eyes passing over the hickeys on your skin, and she immediately looked at Powder out of the corner of her eye, who was staring at the scene with fury and at the same time dying inside. If Caitlyn Kiramman had believed Powder when she said she was just your friend, now she knew the inventor girl had lied. Cait clasped the necklace shut and just pretended not to see the purple marks tattooed on your plush skin. You immediately fixed your hair, hiding your marked neck. You turned to face everyone and stood there smiling fakely as everyone talked about how the beauty of the necklace matched yours.

One of the Kirammans' employees came into the living room to say that dinner was already served and that they had already set another place at the table, in this case a place for Powder. Cait was behind you and placed her hand on your back as you all headed towards the dining room. Powder's displeasure and anger only grew with each passing second as she saw Caitlyn with her hands on you and being unable to do anything about it, and the fact that you were letting your ex touch you as if she wasn't there was only making her even more angry and upset.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁

During dinner, Powder didn't say a word, you also avoided talking, speaking only when someone spoke directly to you or just to contradict, provoke and retort your mother. You and Powder also didn't exchange a single word, you were sitting between her and Cait, but it seemed like there was a barrier between the two of you and for the first time in years you both were feeling uncomfortable around each other and that was what was hurting both of you the most.

Caitlyn was also quiet, she was always more serious and very polite, but the fact of having Powder in her house also made her uncomfortable. Not because Powder was an undercity girl, Cait didn't care about that, but because it was her... your best friend who Cait always knew was actually in love with you, the girl she never got along with, and who was now probably your new girlfriend and despite all the mistakes Cait made, she still loved you and wanted you. Cait thought that maybe there was a slight chance that you were faking all of this just to get to her after she had the unfortunate act of cheating on you with her coworker Maddie, after all you were younger and immature, and this type of attitude could be normal for you. All she wanted was to get some alone time with you so the two of you could talk about everything, she had wanted this for a while and this dinner was planned with the intention of her being able to work things out with you.

So Cait took advantage of the fact that her parents were busy talking about business with your parents and placed her left hand on your right hand, which was crumpling the cloth napkin in your lap because of the anxiety you were feeling about the situation, you frowned and looked at her hand on top of yours. Powder gave Caitlyn an angry look that went from her hand on yours to her face.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Cait asked in her velvety voice, but you didn’t answer, you just stood there staring at her large hand covering yours. Cait smiled and leaned closer to your ear, “You look stunning tonight.” You pulled away a little with a grimace, not knowing if Cait noticed or not. This was really too much for Powder to handle, she had reached her limit and she didn't know what she would do if she continued there, since anything could be the last straw now. She stood up abruptly and all eyes turned to her, she changed the frown on her face to an embarrassed expression. "I-I need to leave now, thank you Mr. and Mrs. Kiramman for dinner and... I'm sorry for... anything, good night", she said quickly and before anyone could say anything, she was already walking out the dining room door.

You pulled your hand from Caitlyn's and said, standing up quickly, "excuse me," you hurriedly left after Powder before anyone - more specifically your mother - could hold you there any longer...

I confess that I was a little angry with y/n while writing this haha 👀

[leviathis-krade]

A: "well at least you humans are not deep sea dwellers"

H: "well...."

A: "no please, there's not even oxygen down there"

H: "we bottled it, it actually helped with understanding space travel"

A: "but in space there is no pressure? surely this made it harder?"

H: "nope we just did some calculations to invert from multiple atmospheres to none and even negative ones"

A: "pfft, that isnt how it works."

H: "our International Space Station projects prove that otherwise."

A: "what in the Zorp are they?"

H: "basically we built a hallway in the sky that hurtles around our planet at just under 5 miles per second at an altitude of over 250 miles up."

A: "Human friend you hominids are scary, but now I need to ask how did you build it up there?"

H: "with great effort we strapped some our best minds onto the top of highly explosive pillars called rockets, and after they got the right distance they unpacked the parts and built it like a lego set."

A: "I think your species might become a problem."

H: "nah, we did that when we cut atoms apart & then used the energy to heat up burritos."

A: "please stay on your planet..."

Humans are Everywhere

We often don't think about it much, but humans are everywhere. In every crevice of the Earth, in every climate, in every region, EVERYWHERE.

If there is a location on Earth, then there is probably at least 1 human living there. Or at the very least a human who has lived there in the past. Have we ever thought just how batshit insane that is?

Think about how difficult that is to do, for a species to be on every continent, on every biome, on islands, in deserts, in jungles, on freaking ANTARCTICA. We're the only species on Earth that does that.

I genuinely wonder if aliens are like this too, or maybe they would be weirded out by this.

Alien: "Oh my! By the great zorp you things are everywhere!"

Human: "Yeah...we kinda tend to do that."

Alien: "Oh! But you're not in the frozen wasteland at the south pole of your world!"

Human: "No, we are."

Alien: "Oh! But you're not in those super dangerous mountains!"

H: "There, too."

A: *visibly frustrated*

A: "But you're not in the middle of the ocean?"

H: "You're not going to believe this."

A: "How?! They are so far away from any major landmass! How did you even get there?!"

H: "Floaty wood."

A: "what."

H: "We used a little floating piece of wood."

A: "..."

[rederiswrites]

The post about “Nazis are taking over my government and not even Nazis we elected.” Is literally what happened in 30’s Germany. Hitler wasn’t elected the chancellor appointed him. It’s so scary seeing that EXACT SHIT play out AGAIN and just like then half the country wants to play pretend like it’s not happening. I just wanted you to know that the anger you feel is justified and there have been people before you feeling that exact way

Well, slight correction, the president appointed him chancellor, but yes. Your point completely stands. And we are all going through it. Not just USAmericans, either--especially after Vance's speech the other day in Germany, I know my German friends are furious and afraid. Countries who received help from USAID are obviously impacted. The US falling to fascism would be a huge blow to the world, and it sure as hell would be to me.

But it's not the same. Not only do we have the lessons of history, we have different circumstances in some key ways. The current USA is and has been a bad place to live for many, economically, but it's no Weimar Republic. And we have the incredible organizational and information disseminating tool you and I are both currently using to face the problem, as well--the internet.

We'll make them fight for every inch. That might look like Bishop Mariann Budde's sermon on Inauguration Day, or Kendrick Lamar's halftime show. It might look like getting together with friends to hold each other accountable for bombarding your Republican representatives with phone calls. It might look like planting as much food as you can this year. It might look like figuring out who you need to connect with to get to protests. It might look like donating to the ACLU or Southern Poverty Law Center or the Trevor Project. It might look like finally starting to take those mental health walks and eating better, so that you have the personal strength to act when the chance comes.

Here. I leave you with a link to this beautiful bit of protest by former Vikings punter Chris Kluwe.

[theseerasures]

(obligatory note that the footage does not usually look like this; i'm trying to reduce the washout on Laurel's face to make a point)

every time we watch Wicked Leah and i play a game of "how gay is it" during this part, because it does feel pivotal for Gelphie to fumble toward acknowledging what their relationship actually is here, before everything goes to shit. in my head the way it goes in the Original Cast Recording is that Elphaba takes the leap: Idina says two good friends so hesitantly, like she's worried just by calling it anything she's ruining what they have, and Cheno's Glinda responds with a warm reassurance. that's basically how it remained for some time, with Glinda's answering affirmation being on the whole more platonic, if equally emotional.

then at some point the onus shifted onto Glinda to Make It Gay. my intellectual self wants to say Kendra or Annaleigh started this trend, but since my insanity began with Katie (and Willemijn) she comes to mind first. there's always a moment right before friends where she wavers, which communicates two major things. the first, which is constant no matter her scene partner, is that Glinda feels the weight of this moment. all Glindas have to seriously acknowledge Elphaba's feelings to some extent here so they can assure/assuage them, but Katie always seems to extend the fragility her Elphaba displays rather than dispelling or shifting it. instead of Glinda assuring Elphaba that Elphaba is doing this right, we get the sense Glinda equally wants to get this right--but she's not certain how to do it either.

it can get lost because she's a serious Glinda in general, but what's unique about Katie's Glinda is how seriously she takes the project of understanding Elphaba. the most obvious example is with "i told you a really good one" during Popular, where Galinda is so fixated on WHY Elphaba would have these feelings she ends up neglecting them altogether, but there are some additional subtler moments in One Short Day. you just get the sense that Katie's Glinda is constantly on the verge of asking ten million followup questions about Elphaba, TO Elphaba, at this point in the show. she was wrong about Elphaba when they were enemies, which culminated in her being so cruel while Elphaba was kind; now she's going to learn everything about her new friend, so that whatever Elphaba does in the future she can respond in kind, with equal magnitude. (which, again, reads SO autistic for me.)

the second thing, which feeds from the first, is that if Glinda is as serious and vulnerable as Elphaba here, then the exact nature of Glinda's hesitation before friends alters depending on the Elphaba. as Wicked has aged (and Glindas have gotten gayer) Elphabas have accordingly shifted two good friends towards a statement of overwhelmed gratitude. she's still tentative about their friendship, but friendship is the sole realm she can even imagine at this point. in those cases Glinda's pause before friends turns into this neat reversal, where GLINDA now wants more (romantical) things out of their relationship but is shy about revealing her hand, because she's not sure Elphaba will reciprocate or because it's not fair to put that on Elphaba per the terms of their relationship. it's a super nice reading if you want a pining Glinda for a straight/oblivious Elphaba...

but that's not really what's happening here, because Laurel's Elphaba isn't just in love with Glinda. she seems pretty cognizant of it, too, so two good friends becomes a retreat from them being more than "good friends" in two distinct ways. it's an echo of Idina's hesitation with more explicit romantic intent, and her face afterwards betrays this very heartbreaking certainty that nothing Glinda offers back could be enough, because SHE wasn't brave enough in the first place to tell Glinda how she really feels. which would be bleak enough in itself, but played against Katie's Glinda--this empathetic tryhard who studied the Elphaba while she was supposed to be heterosexual--it becomes downright tragic. because Glinda KNOWS Elphaba is holding something back here. she knows that when Elphie makes that face she's worried about being hurt. and she knows, by now, that asking why immediately might make Elphaba hide more and ruin everything, so she's just going to have to guess. she says two best friends, because that IS what they are, but it doesn't feel like enough. she wants to acknowledge the thing Elphie can't say, even if she hasn't figured out yet what it could possibly be. she's going to try, though; not just for Elphie, but because she feels it, too.

and how could that not feel like a revelation for Elphaba? even the best case scenario she refuses to let herself think about, where Glinda reciprocates her feelings, would have come with the painful rawness of being seen through. but Elphaba could have never imagined this incipient possibility: that uncertainty can be something you relish, as opposed to something you fear. that she could be relished and not feared. they're not there yet, but that's the thing, isn't it? yet. and Glinda is going to try--Elphaba is certain of that much, now. they might get there, which feels like everything. they might, with time.

and why wouldn't they have enough time?

[angelinthefire]

So I don't want to pick on op. But I think that this post is just such a clear example of a tendency in fandom that I wanted to directly on the post.

The trend being a really poor method of analysis, where the argument is entirely in-universe, without stepping back and considering what kind of story is being told. And, I strongly suspect, starting from the point that one wants to prove and marshalling facts to support that point, instead of starting from a general understanding of the story. I'll explain what I mean.

In the above post, op makes the argument that Caitlyn's use of the grey was super-targeted at the chem barons, and by using it against the chem barons Cait and Vi stopped a civil war, and that Ekko was aware of what they were doing and approved.

I think there's several leaps in logic in the post, but that's not the point. The point is that if you want to understand what the significance of Caitlyn using the grey is, you need to start from a more general perspective.

What is the story being told? In the first act of season 2 we see Caitlyn's fall from grace and the disintegration of her relationship with Vi. Cait's use of the grey therefore needs to be consistent with that story. That is, her choice to use it is part of her fall.

In season one Caitlyn was very much defined by her sense of justice and her righteousness. But whenever she tried to act on that sense of justice, she was blocked by those in positions of authority.

Season 2 puts Caitlyn to the test. It starts with her feeling tortured over her mother's death, and feeling a lot of guilt, anger, and hatred over it. But she still has her sense of justice, worrying about civilian casualties. And again, she's blocked, she's kicked out of the council chamber.

Then the memorial attack happens. And Caitlyn gets angrier. She's beginning the downward spiral that will continue to the end of the act. She calls the attackers "animals" with a snarl, with an unsettling close-up of her teeth, similar to some shots of Silco in season 1. Hatred is starting to be a real driving force for her.

And after that, Caitlyn is done letting authority figures tell her what to do. She takes authority for herself, and does what she thinks is right.

Which is a plan to capture Jinx while trying to limit the civilians who get caught in between. As Vi explains, they used the grey to get people off the streets (which, it should be noted, *necessarily* means using it on civilians. People are in the streets, and they're cleared out by the grey). Which does seem logical for their purposes.

But you also need to consider the way the decision is portrayed. The first time we see Caitlyn going through her family's archive to learn about the grey, "heavy is the crown" is playing which is quite a dark song, and the image of a skull is projected onto Caitlyn's face. When we come back to that moment in s2e3, the music is again quite dark and aggressive-sounding. The song starts with the lines "Can I do the right thing for the wrong reason? / Is it bad that I'm making friends with my demons?" We are shown graphic illustrations of the effects of the grey. The suffering that the people of the undercity experience due to the grey is shown on-screen and visually paralleled with Cait and Vi's current actions. The musical segment is book-ended by a clip of Caitlyn's ancestor saying "the people of the undercity deserve to breathe" - a very clear and deliberate juxtaposion, putting Caitlyn's actions in opposition to those of her predecessors. When characters see the grey approaching, it literally looks like a monster.

So this is obviously a bad thing that Caitlyn is doing, because it's portrayed as such. Which makes sense with her trajectory, she's continuing to spiral. She has an outburst of frustration in the arcade. Her behaviour is concerning to Vi (who is also in a downwards spiral btw). She hallucinates the flower petal when she has Jinx in her sights. She gets carried away in the fight. And then again, someone blocks her, only this time it's Vi. Which leaves Cait feeling frustrated and betrayed. And then when Cait's offered a position of even greater authority, to do what she thinks needs to be done in the way that she wants to do it, she takes that authority.

And then Caitlyn fails. Her story is about her failure to live up to her own principles. She gets into a position of power and finds out that it's not so easy. She's hemmed in by her alliance with Ambessa. But even more importantly, there's no good decision that she could make in her position. There's no good way to run a police dictatorship.

Just like there was no good way to lead a police invasion of a city. Either she release toxins into the air and avoid casualties, or she refrains from using the grey and risks civilian casualties. Liked Singed says, "no one in power is innocent." Not because everyone in power is a bad person, but because it's impossible to weild power innocently. That's what Caitlyn learns. So in the end she gives up her power, she gives up her seat on the council.

But before that, she reckons with her failure, through the battle with Ambessa. During which it's no coincidence that Maddie appears like a monster through the grey when she betrays Caitlyn; it's a reminder of Caitlyn's first betrayal of her own principles.

So, given all of that, how would it make sense for Ekko to approve of Caitlyn's use of the grey? How would it even serve the story for him to have a position on it? There is actually zero indication of what Ekko thinks about it.

Given that the use of the grey is part of Caitlyn's fall from grace, how would it makes sense for it to be a net positive?

To understand a character's actions, you can't just think about them in-universe. You need to understand where they fit in the narrative arc. You need to test your interpretations against the story to see if they make sense as part of the story or not.

If using the grey was so reasonable and acceptable, that would make the story way less interesting. Caitlyn's fall would be less sharp. There wouldn't be any basis for a role reversal between Jinx and Vi, with Vi taking on the role of the monstrous one, which is necessary groundwork for them to renegotiate their relationship in act 2. And it wouldn't make sense for Jinx turning the grey back on Piltover to have been so inspiring for so many people. It just doesn't fit the story.

An Analysis of the Concept of 'The Grey' in Arcane.

Also, I forgot to mention, but here's another confirmation that Jayce knew about The Grey, as he completely redesigned the mask.

The versions on the left were the last ones before Jayce, specifically designed for the concentrated gas. These still had a pipe outlet and an oxygen tank. In the version designed by Jayce, there was new technology that helped see through the dense Grey via lenses, and it directly filtered the air, eliminating the need for pipes and extra oxygen tanks.

This mask is closer to the one used by the enforcers, with the distinction that the lenses in Jayce's version are even more advanced, not only protecting the eyes but, as I mentioned, offering better vision. (This feature is visibly switchable on and off in ep 2 of s 2.)

Also here's one more thing about the grey:

It disperses quickly, even within a closed office, when it comes into contact with the air. The Grey back then was only present in Zaun because: 1. There was no ventilation system. 2. Since the factories were still in operation, they continued producing the Grey non-stop. Later, these factories were closed, and the Chem-Barons began using it for different products. The only remaining places where the Grey was still present were the closed pipe system and the fissures in the mines where it got trapped. Also, when the Grey was present in Zaun and the ventilation system was running at the same time, what do you think they did with the Grey? They let air flow from Piltover to Zaun, so that the Grey would dissolve as quickly as possible.

The Grey is a fictional gas in a CREATED show where the laws of physics work differently than in our world. Just like magic (Arcane), the Grey cannot be compared to the laws of our universe.

....

False, one-page or one-sentence ragebait posts always spread faster than detailed content, even though, to get an accurate picture,

it's important to examine the details, not just take something out of context without meaning.

If you're interested, you can find more in-depth analyses on my profiley such as why it was Heimerdinger, whose 200 years of neglect and inaction created the entire conflict between Zaun and Piltover.

(or there is the youtube link: https://youtu.be/y7Y__xyDyG8?si=Td3EuTLMMdcFkTko)

Thank you for reading it!

[cupiid-777]

Beginner’s Guide to Reality Shifting... 

Reality shifting is the practice of moving one's consciousness to another reality. That can be a place where your favourite piece of fiction is reality, or one with a few simple tweaks to here.

 

Origins 

Contrary to popular belief, shifting has existed for decades, possibly even centuries, but was recently repopularised by fandom culture. The idea of astral projection, spiritual meditation and pure consciousness traces back to many ancient cultures, but was officially made mainstream in the 19th century by theologists. Theology was the idea that humans had several bodies, one of which being a spiritual body. This is basically what we call pure consciousness today. Meanwhile shifting or quantum jumping was intronduced by Maxwell in the late 1800s, and was further expanded on in the evolution of quantum physics as a whole.  

So where do you start? 

Shifting can be confusing for somebody who’s getting thrown into the middle of modern shifting, as on most platforms (read; tiktok) the shifting community is a mess, people throwing around misinformation and entitled claims of morality like they Kant or Socrates. But if you’re on tumblr that’s already a good start. In my humble opinion, tumblr has an amazing community of shifters, and it’s easy to find friends and learn about other’s journey and yours by extension. But moving on from there, I think a good place to start is either learning the law of assumption, or the basics of the multiverse theory depending on your ratio of spirituality to scientific belief. Shifting can be explained using both. After that, I’d recommend learning to see shifting as a natural belief, like the sky being blue or brushing your teeth being good for you.  

The modern reality shifting community has developed its own set of terms and concepts that help practitioners communicate their experiences and techniques. Here are some key terms and details: 

Core Terms & Concepts 

DR (Desired Reality) – The reality you aim to shift to, whether fictional, an alternate version of your current life, or something entirely new. 

CR (Current Reality) – The reality you are currently in. 

WR (Waiting Room) – The same as a DR, but is used specifically for being a gateway to other DRs.  

Shifting Techniques & Methods 

Personally, I think methods are overated, i don’t know how contravertial that is, but it creates the illution that shifting requires anything, which it doesn’t. But there are a couple I enjoy. 

@Hrrtshape ‘s Anti-method- THIS IS AMAZING. In my opinion one of the best methods. Along with getting me ridiculously close, it has also reaffirmed my belief to the point that it’s impenetrable. 

That’s it. This is the only method. 

Community Slang & Social Aspects 

“Permashifting”- A term some use for permanently shifting to a DR and not returning to CR (a controversial concept). 

"Respawning" – Permashifting and scripting you forget your cr life. (correct me if I’m wrong) 

“S/O”- Your significant other in your DR.  

Any questions are welcome!  

[roamingwildflower13]

Gosh this is such a well thought out post, and reblog, not sure why it’s been reblogged, as I’ve not seen anyone ask or insinuate this but still. 

I’ve never actually really seen anyone on here blogger wise say they wish for Jikook to ‘come out’, at least not recently, if anything it is always the complete opposite. A stance of they absolutely will not, never. Or always leaving room for doubt (which I find incredibly invalidating in a different way, but still). If it’s anons asking, as long as it’s a genuine ask, and is respectful, I’d say it’s just so someone can ‘learn’ or understand what might happen if…

And I say might because none of us actually know. We can assume, but we do not know.

Therefore I want to offer a middle ground. A neutral view if you will.

I will preface by saying I have no qualification for this other than being a sociology major and a gay man. (The sociologist in me knows as humans we love a good label, it helps to define and ‘understand’). I’m certainly not au fait enough to add anything research wise to the original post.

If it helps, I can tell my ‘coming out’ story, as fun as it is! You can skip it, but here goes….the cliff notes 

I am 32, firstly, and came out when I was 27, so 6 ish years ago, before the pandemic. (Aside how has it been 5 years since the pandemic, time is truly flying). I had known I was into boys since I was little, I was always always attracted to the boys in my class, never the girls, but alas back then it was a insult to call someone gay, to say that to someone’s face just because you thought their mannerisms were a bit effeminate I guess, as mine were (stereotypical high voice, lisp, somewhat feminine features). Society was not accepting as a whole either back then. (It probably isn’t now. Gay marriage was only made legal in 2013, just over a decade ago. The year Bangtan debuted no less. We’re talking very close by history.) I was bullied, naturally, so by my teen years I tried my upmost to hide it. For example, I did art in high school and on my project folder I stuck pictures of girls (famous ones), like that would help me blend in. When I was 21 I met a girl in a coffee shop I worked at and dated her, my friends were all dating, so I did too. I did like her, she was nice, I did try, and we dated on and off for a few years. You can imagine on my part why this wasn’t working, but we tried and on the getting back together she got pregnant. It was about to change our lives, sadly though we lost the baby at 20 weeks, and if nothing else the grief tore us apart. I know we would have loved that little girl, we named her and buried her as tiny as she was. But hindsight is 20/20, and it was the catalyst that changed everything for me. Once we split I decided to move on, and firstly I acknowledged my own true feelings, that I was indeed gay. I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to be honest with myself, finally. For me, living hidden, or living a lie with my ex, was not good for my mental health, and it wasn’t for my ex either. We weren’t happy, there was no intimacy there, and that’s no good for anyone. My family mostly accepted me once I finally told them. I was incredibly grateful for that, the ones who didn’t at this point are no loss. The biggest question I get and have to navigate is if I am bi, seeing I was with my ex for years, but no I am gay. That was six years ago, as I said, and I’m at a place where I am comfortable with my sexuality and gender expression more than ever, finding a community and interests helped with that too. 

So that’s my ordinary story.

I realise of course I come from a place of privilege, a western country with mostly acceptance these days of queer folk, but not always. In fact what’s happening to many countries with a rise in right wing politics, including America is down right frightening. 

I wish we all lived in a world where we just accepted one another for whoever we are, but sadly we do not. The energy of the planet is low, and they seek to keep it low. 

What I wanted to say overall, is that although I know what it’s like to ‘come out’ as unfair as that is, it is not our place as individuals to decide what someone else should or should not do, or what is right or wrong for someone. We can educate ourselves for sure, be aware of things, but ultimately it’s not our decision to speak on matters that do not pertain to us. Reflections is right in that this process of coming out, or identity marking is not prevalent in every society, I tend to not make it my personality for example, but people do assume, and I’m okay with that. I certainly don’t explain to everyone, and will only do so if they ask nicely.

I know this is a blurred line in a ‘shipping’ space, but where I come down on this is I do not see myself as shipping two people, but supporting what I think is a very probable queer couple. All I ever want to do is support them, but I would never want to speak to their wants and needs, that’s not for me to say. 

That is my neutral ground if you will. 

I will coo till the cows come home, admire their beautiful love and bond, as frankly, it’s all I’ve ever wanted for myself, and for others. Love is everything. However, I will never impose my own view of what they should or should not do, coming down hard on either side is actually (in my opinion) incredibly invalidating. 

To anyone who truly has thought about it in terms of winning, please don’t do that. That goes back to what I said in a reblog yesterday about dopamine and fighting online, that high, that win, would certainly only be for your own benefit, or likely to get one over on other ‘ships’. It’s different of course if they themselves chose to do something, but to want that is to only want that win for yourself, and that is not fair on them. 

The part of the original anon ask, about how you would market such a relationship, is interesting in context of the show, given this ask is 3 ish years old. That and the documentary, the book, JKs solo documentary, and Jimins documentary, it all leads me to believe they want to be known together, their names synonymous. They want their bond to be seen. For what reason only they know, but it’s kinda smart, because whilst most of the fandom remains ignorant, meanwhile they can (mostly) be themselves. I will note that all of this came after the enlistment was applied for.

This does go hand in hand with another reblog re Jimin explaining Muse. The worst outcome of any of this is if they get ‘outed’, so in order not to do that, in my opinion, they use protective mechanisms. They don’t outright deny anything, not that it’s asked directly of them, but they indicate they are single, they sing love songs, female pronouns included, they (pretend) not to see each other, they say ‘bro’, and a plethora of other things. This is when people refer to the glass closet. They bang on it occasionally, see the show, test its limits so to speak, but (so far) remain protected mainly due to sheer ignorance, and homophobia. For the same reason they can be flirty on stage under the guise of ‘fan service’ , and apply to enlist together because the buddy system exists. They do, imo, use what they can in order to be themselves as much as they feel comfortable with. The band itself provides a shield so to speak, five other members whom they love to be amongst, hence why the solo era was somewhat different for them, the band was no longer there as group activities were suspended for the most part, especially in 2023. This meant they kept a low profile, as I’ve said I think it was a choice. I want to add that anyone who seeks to minimise any of their choices, especially the enlistment, is not a true fan. I’ve seen solos do this and laugh at the notion that one of the reasons they kept on the down low was the enlistment. I’d caution people because again we do not walk in their shoes, we do not know how they feel about anything, and it’s disrespectful to minimise or dismiss their relationship when the evidence is that they mean a great deal to one another.

I want to end by saying that at the end of the day, we do not know these men, I personally support what I see, and know in my heart to be true. I will always respect them and any choice they make, because it is their choice, and their right to make that for themselves despite the circumstances they find themselves in. 

The only thing I truly want for them is peace, happiness and their safety. 

Okay so, I came to this blog because I’m an Army and recently have been quite fond of Jikook’s bond. I always used to close myself off the shipping considering how toxic it gets on other platforms but I really love these two together it’s almost painful to resist. I come here in peace, and I’m asking you something. Can we open a topic about what would ACTUALLY happen if two idols of the caliber of Jimin and Jungkook confirmed having a relationship? Because so many Jikookers see the coming out as the final win, when actually it could be the contrary? Some people in the fandom are naive and don’t realize the impact, especially negative, it would have on their career. If you open this discussion I’m sure also other blogs will tune in. I beg you to view it on a much bigger scale than just the fandom shippers, let’s observe it from the point of view of their country, the industry, their reputation as a whole. And also if you were in their shoes, and your aim was to live your days with your loved one ultimately, what marketing procedures do you think would be necessary to take in order to keep your career going as well.

Thank you Anon for the question and I will try to be very careful in navigating such a topic. I've mentioned before that I will not talk about Jimin and Jungkook in regards to their private personal life, but what I can do is to focus on what is written in shipping spaces, as it's part of the fandom discourse. I will start by saying that you are asking some questions which are impossible for me to respond. I cannot put myself in their shoes as I am first of all a woman and second of all, not famous. My answer will be divided into two parts: how shippers talk about identity and more general, about sexual identity in SK, for which I will provide extensive references and I hope they can be useful in understanding the social context. I want this to be an open discussion, especially if there are people in this space who know more, who have more knowledge on this particular subject.

It seems that in general, those who ship Jimin and Jungkook do see a coming out, in the possibility that there's an actual romantic relationship, as the ultimate ''win'', just as you said. To me, that's complete ignorance and I can only situate it in the realms of problematic fantasy. As I've said before, I don't have any problems with the idea of shipping. Of course, I've noticed that a lot of jikookers call themselves supporters in order to differentiate themselves from your run of the mill shipping practice. ''You say tomato, I say tomato''. They say they will support Jimin and Jungkook no matter what, but anyone who becomes part of a community, makes connections or develops some emotional attachments towards their ship or subjects of the ship, will definitely have some strong feelings if they will encounter some ''evidence'' at some point that would disregard the way they see those people. I'm of course generalizing here, but I'm not saying this only in order to criticize them, but because it would be a normal reaction, something to be expected and each person has their own way in which they deal with those feelings. Just as I talked in my shipping post, there are positive outcomes here, such as people who gather more extensive knowledge on LGBTQ+ issues, in case they haven't done that before. But there's a shtick and of course I can only talk about what I see in international shipping spaces, which is the fact that despite doing research on this topic and trying to understand the SK political landscape, they still use a Western filter. What do I mean by that? Their understanding of sexual identity is in most cases Western and they apply that mindset when it comes to situations in countries that have a history that doesn't match the American one, which is the more prevalent. Sexual orientation has become part of someone's entire identity. It has developed over the course of the 20th century (Michel Foucault and Jeffrey Weeks have written about this) and today it's the norm. We do live in an era of globalization, but to take this idea and apply it to a context that not many of us actually know, results in a discourse that can have some colonization elements to it and leaves no room for specific Asian Queerness. It's unfortunate because all shippers could do is read more about it, if they actually call themselves supporters. Not to focus just on their ship but to actually try and understand how alternative meanings of identities work. If they had done it, in a bit more detail, perhaps they would know that one's sexual orientation does not become someone's entire identity everywhere. It's a difference between something that ''I am'' and ''I do''. The SK situation, when it comes to LGBTQ+, is influenced by Confucian values, the military service, the huge influence a family can have, but it's also about finding a community. Not everyone is the same and in this case generalization is dangerous. People can use western terminology, even fully embrace a ''coming out'' as we understand it and some of them don't, or they only do it with themselves or close friends while some engage in activism just as any part of this world. You can find more about this in a thesis written by Matthew David Arnold called Queer Korea: Identity, Tradition and Activism (2016) in which he interviewed 49 LGBTQ+ individuals over a period of time while he lived there. These are people who became his friends, acquaintances, and artists and each and every one of them has a story of their experience which has its own particularities. Arnold talks about the Social Compact which consists of the established communities in which these people live and the most important one is the family and the huge influence it can have. It also bothers me the fact that when shippers engage in such a topic, a lot of the times they are alienating, othering this entire culture and using their own Western frame as a system of reference.

To go back to your initial ask, about the jikook ship and coming out, it is ludicrous. How can shippers talk about such a thing when it comes to people whom they don't know? They observe a pattern of behavior and draw some conclusions, sometimes they have a more educated guess and other times not. But they should stick to that. They say they care about their biases, but by having this request and considering it as a win is disrespectful because a coming out is no one's business and especially not of some strangers on the internet.

I'm aware that I probably haven't given a specific response to your questions, but these are the limits in which I situate myself, but as I said in the beginning, I encourage other people to chime in.

For more insight into LGTBQ+ topics in South Korea from an academic perspective, I will leave some references here:

Song Pae Cho, Faceless Things: South Korean Gay Men, Internet, and Sexual Citizenship, 2011

Elias Alexander, Seoul's Gay Districts: Space, Place, and Identity, 2017

Joe Phillips, Joseph Yi, ''Queer Communities and Activism in South Korea: Periphery-Center Currents'', Journal of Homosexuality, 2019

Joseph Yi, Joe Phillips, ''Paths of Integration for Sexual Minorities in Korea'', Pacific Affairs, 2015

Todd A. Henry, Queer Korea, 2020

Thomas Chase, ''Problems of Publicity: Online Activism and Discussion of Same-Sex Sexuality in South Korea and China'', Asian Studies Review, 2012

Youngshik D. Bong, ''The Gay Rights Movement in Democratizing Korea'', Korean Studies, 2009

Robert Hamilton, ''Gaytrification and the re-orienting of Sexual Peripheries. The Displacement of Space and Place in South Korea's Queer Underground'', Contemporary Society and Multiculture, 2016

Tari Young-Jung Na, Ju Hui Judy and Se-Woong Koo, ''The South Korean Gender System: LGBTI in the Contexts of Family, Legal Identity and the Military'', The Journal of Korean Studies, 2014

Timothy Gitzen, The Promise of Gayness: Queers and Kin in South Korea, 2012

Jungmin Kwon, Spectacularizing the Homosexual Body: The Secret Rendezvous Among Global Gay Media, Local Straight Women, and the Media Industry in South Korea, 2014

[himblebo]

She’s married she’s married she’s married she’s married (to a man to a man to a man to a man)

[corntort]

ok tldr of the cscu spinoff, because i do wanna keep em separate.

spark n fark are still a rural couple that are known for shenanigans and still get in a lot of trouble often in their small town but now theres a supernatural twist to it.

fark is something of a weird, robotic vampire that starts to grow organic parts as he gets hungrier and hungrier, appearing somewhat demonic after some time and he Haaaaates feeding. its gross as fuck to him its GROSSS AND MESSSYYYY.

spark is a werewolf because of her connection to linework beast in all continuities 4 me.

i will now go crazy in explaining gow we even got here

okay so me n a friends reasoning for fark being vampiric and spark being a werewolf is we imagined a LOOONG time ago fark would really enjoy using reaper jester. its a brutal powerful outlet for a lot of his anger hes never really had a chance to fully express. abd what with its inherent fixation on others' energy/lifeforce/blood/whatever and specifically how to Drain it it gets easy for fark, someone curious about life, to latch onto reaper.

we both kinda nudged into the idea of people changing gradually qith the use of Any jester power, not only reaper, so thats where the demonic esque appearance came from, not really what looks like a traditional vampire.

however in this spinoff au of a spinoff au theres not really Powers. i think the need to feed is just something fark has had through whatever means, havent figured out how he got it yet.

spark is the werewolf for reasons i already explained its just the association i have with her! rumors about her spread that shes a lot stronger than she looks and all the kids in the town think shes a werewolf and she does nothing to contest it. if anything she feeds into it because 1. she doesnt care what people think 2. people arent gonna believe it anyway its just "the small rural town rumor" 3. it takes attention off fark, who is trying DESPERATELY to hide anything about his own situation from others.

this hiding, on top of him being disgusted by feeding, makes fark really hold out on eating for as long as possible and then loses control from that hunger. his form keeps gradually changing the hungrier he gets so spark and co Usually have a bit of a warning but he always tries to hide that too so he often loses it for a bit until he eats.

hes had many a scolding where sparks like i have to go out and kill wildlife and eat it raw weekly AND avoid authorities for hunting out of season AND deal with that huge mess afterwards, and you cant drink a little blood!?!?!? IDIOTTT

tldr this shits crazy idk how we got here

[space-mist]

in the wake of everything else it's. also a real damn shame how the community has torn itself apart over all the limbus controversy and other people's opinions. harassment has been at an all time high and it's making people incredibly volatile, and if not that, incredibly depressed. the community before limbus was much quieter and kinder to itself and others, and now people are killing each other over a gacha and the idea that you can't have nuance. someone saying that they want people to stop fighting isn't automatically a project moon dicksucker, and people who are still disappointed in the company and want to cut their ties aren't automatically all haters that want to see the company and everyone a part of it, regardless of what they've done, go under and be destroyed.

it's just. god i'm tired of it all. isn't anyone else tired of the constant warring between people?

[auriidae]

guys holy crap. i simply cannot. ANYWAYS?????

THEY DIDN'T EXPLAIN WHAT THE VANNY MASK?

GRAGORY WHEN I GET YOU. WHEN I GET YOU GRORGURY

I AM GOING TO GET HIM

I FREAKING CALLED IT GUYS. I FREAKING. !!!!!!!!!!

^ i called it. though i cannot BELIEVE that i wrote that as well as constantly brought up that theory throughout my playing of the game WHILE KNOWING that the mimic is A Thing (the new game Literally has the name Mimic in it.) and i didn't make the connection. HELLO

(tumblr makes u start over on lists after inserting an image bc it's annoying) i KNEW they were reusing gregory's old voice lines for a reason. "i-i'm, gregory." "--are you there?" "the stupid door won't open" ghrgshgfjsgfhghf

but also Holy crap guys this child. I am going to punt him into the sun. No not that sun the actual one the one that Burns people like he burned Stupid William Afton and stupid Every Single Animatronic In The Game. like okay i knew he had not so great morals?? considering he ruthlessly Murdered all the animatronics and unnecessarily tore them limb from limb? but like. i played as this character for 90 hours i didn't want him to be actually horrible :(. can i make up my oc to pretend to be instead of gregory. he can look like the way i draw gregory when i feel like taking creative liberty and he can be hispanic and he can be cassie’s best friend and not a murderer

okay but for real i’m only sad because i projected rly hard onto my version of security breach when i was like 15. story-wise that ending slays really hard

OKAY BUT CAN WE ALSO BRING UP THE FACT THAT i litcherally wrote a story (again when i was like 15) about a creature that lives under the pizzaplex and copies ur face and when u see it u have to run from it lest it replace u. Like

while we’re on the topic i also invented glitchy burnt william afton (??) before i knew he was a thing? around the same time as that^ i was writing stories abt a Thing that lived under the complex in the static of the tvs and stuff and took over the minds of animatronics. Yeah before i knew anything about the endings. so either steel wool is just really awesome at foreshadowing or i am so locked into the faz-hivemind it’s scary

anyways i’m done blabbing back to the game. ROXY SHE SO SPECIAL TO ME :( and the last line being her calling cassie’s name? that ending actually hurt it was so well done

so do the wet floor bots do nothing.

(girl who gets way too excited about media she enjoys voice) look. i’m just saying. if you finally got to the ending of five nights at freddy’s security breach after 3 years and 90+ hours of toiling and yapping and theorizing and generally having the time of your life and then THREE HOURS AFTER FINISHING THE GAME news of a new fnaf game drops. i’m just saying you would be convinced that you’re locked into the faz-consciousness as well okay? anyways i’m breaking tumblr hiatus because i’m playing ruin for the first time and i have a deep insatiable need to liveblog as i am OBSESSED

[system-no-xx]

self-indulgent hiryu + hotsuma doodle

[harvestmoth]

heres my one page thesis on why hinomori mafuyu real

[crashed-on-mars]

can all of you shut up for literally five fucking seconds please