#anyway. ik most people are coming from a good place but my god

[sodrippy]

not that anyone cares but oh my goddddd the tags on that "wishing the vfx industry a very please unionize" post are so ANNOYINGGGGG NONE OF YOU GET IT acting as if vfx artists are anti-union or too stupid to organize or something, like you have no IDEA how any of this works nor the practicalities of the situation good god. im exploding you. enough

[mrderondncefloor]

“anything? that right?”

old!logan howlett x f!reader

summary: you end up in logan’s shop with an oil leak and can’t afford to pay him

wc: 2.3k (i’m in hell the brain rot is BAAAAD)

authors note: plot is very cliche like ik eat me. while writing this i took a break and got an edit of logan to tulsa jesus freak. yes i’ve lost my sanity. also i don’t know shit about shit with cars so yea

warnings/tags: MDNI. dubcon. unspecified age gap. logan is a little mean?? reader has no description besides hair long enough for logan to grab, wearing short skirt. logan grabs readers face. hair pulling. big dick logan (canon). pussy pronouns. spanking. throat fucking. degrading. tears. dirty talk. pet names. daddy kink. fingering. aggressive sex. unprotected sex (wrap it up). cream pie. orgasm denial.

your type doesn’t frequent this place, the auto shop on the edge of a town that’s seen better days. most of logan’s customers he’s had for years, he’d grown used to the faces that come through the shop, greeting people on a first name basis at this point in his career. like hell did he ever expect you. you, who stood behind him when he’s hunched down, working beneath the hood of a truck. he didn’t hear you coming, the radio on his workbench drowning out the sound of your footsteps. “shit,” he hissed, peeling back from the piece of shit he’d spent his afternoon working away at, white beater stained with oil and god knows what else. he paused abruptly when he finally noticed you, drawing in a slow breath. if he didn’t have enough on his plate, here you are. a pretty, young thing. in the thick of the summer you’re hardly dressed in much at all, a little top and a short skirt. “ain’t hear you come in,” the clear of his throat echoes off the walls as he walked towards his bench, wiping his hands with a greased up towel. “can i do for you?” his teeth clamp down on the toothpick stuck out his mouth, an oral fixation to try and keep his mind off smoking while on the job. it hardly worked for shit, nicotine always in the back of his mind. the radio gradually softens, pair of glasses pulled onto the bridge of his nose. “think i have an oil leak?” you sound unsure of it, logan nods, scribbling it down onto a forum he kept for his records. “bring ‘er in. take a look,” his boots thud quietly across the floor, walking past you to pull open the garage door. the wiring had gone out a couple months ago and he’s yet to get around to fixing it, muscles straining as he pulled the door up an over his head. he watched you pull your car in, sighing as you stepped back out. “well.. ain’t even have to look. engine sounds like shit, definitely a leak. i’ll pop underneath anyway, see f’somethin’s loose or if it’s a crack.” he nodded, wheeling his creeper out from beneath the bench with his foot. he tries not to groan as he sunk to the floor, his body too old for this shit. he pushes himself up underneath the car, brow knit in a tight furrow as he took a look around to access the problem. “oil pan has a crack, s’pretty fuckin’ bad. i can change it out for you, take me an hour.. hour an a half at most.” he nods, sat upright, an elbow propped against his bent knee. your expression flashes with annoyance and he thought to himself that you looked like a fucking brat, but god damn did you wear it so well. he fights back with the corner of his lips that threatens to tug up.

logan gathered up what he needed, not paying you any mind as you’re left with not much other choice but to sit and wait for him to finish on your car. dressed like this he figured you had better places to be, but he didn’t give a fuck. you came to him, and the way he saw it was your choices were limited to accepting the help and learning some patience or ruining your car. he’s good at the work he does, it’s why he has so many loyal customers, why he’s been in business so long. he could’ve given you some grief for the look you gave him when he told you about the wait- and he still might. “she’s good as new.” he nodded, sliding out from beneath the car with your cracked oil pan. his chest is slick with sweat, glistening under the dull lighting. he brushed his dirty hands against the thighs of his jeans as he stood, tossing your old cracked pan into the trash as he approached his work bench again, quickly jotting down the work that he’d done. “s’goin’ to be.. nine hundred fifty three. s’for the replacement, fresh oil and that god damn look you gave me earlier.” he nods, dropping the clipboard onto the desk. “take cash or card.” his arms cross over his broad torso, forehead creasing as his brow sunk in. “this is a joke, right?” you ask, scoffing out a laugh as you look up at him though his expression doesn’t let up, unamused. “do i look like m’makin’ a fuckin’ joke, sweetheart?” his jaw is clamped tight, his tone flat, serious. “you can’t charge me for a look?” “i can charge you whatever the hell i feel like. i had other shit goin’ on.. could’ve made you wait a hell of a lot longer.” you scoff out in disbelief at him, shaking your head. “i don’t have nine hundred dollars.” you finally admit and logan’s head dropped forward, a low chuckle coming from his lips. when you didn’t pull out a card he knew this shit was going happen. he saw right through you. “alright so.. let me get this straight, sweetheart. you came here for me to look at your car knowin’ you didn’t have the god damn money to pay for it? is that right?” he lacks sympathy for you, pretty as you were you had another thing coming if you thought you were going to pull a fast one on him. “i might be old, girl, but i ain’t no fuckin’ fool. i tell you what.. no money, no fuckin’ keys.” his voice is low, your keys dangled around his finger and he shoves them down into his pocket. he walks away from you, too god damn angry to be stood in front of you, having wasted enough time on you already. “please, you don’t understand.. i need my car. i can pay you what i have right now and bring you the rest next week, please.” you beg, coming up behind him where he’s hunched over again beneath the hood of someone else’s vehicle, the same one he’d been working on when you arrived. “ain’t my god damn problem.” he muttered, biceps flexing beneath his tanned skin as he tightened a bolt in place. “i’ll do anything.” you plea again and logan slowly stops what he’s doing, looking down at the truck battery he was working at. he sighed loudly, recomposing himself as he peeled back from the truck, walking towards the garage door. he reached up, muscles flexing across his back as he pulled the door shut, closing off the inside of his shop from the street view.

“anything? that right?” he’s standing before you now, looking down at your shorter frame. “anything.”* you repeat in a whisper. he drew in a slow, deep breath as your palm slid over the front of his dirty jeans, stepping closer into you until you’re tucked between him and the truck. he groans when your squeeze your palm around him through the denim, your lips curling up to a sinisterly sweet smile when you tug at his belt. he grabs your face hard, lips puffed out slightly when he pulled you in for a kiss. it’s sloppy, his tongue lapping across your lips before dipping into your mouth, an anger filled hunger. he’s pissed off, but you’re pretty enough that he’d be willing to accept your throat as some sort of payment. he looks down at you as you pull back from his kiss, sinking to your knees. he appreciates that you had no issue getting to the point. “i reckon you must’ve been thinkin’ about this the entire time, sweetheart.” logan mused as you grabbed his cock out from inside his jeans, moaning at the sight of him. “bet you ain’t ever seen a cock that big huh, girl?” the palm of his hand pets against the back of your head as you stroke him slowly, his shaft filling out your small palm. “hands behind your back.” he nods slowly, gathering your hair into his fist, holding the back of your head with a tight grasp. he taps the weight of his cock against your tongue before he lays his base flat against you, slowly pulling his hips back as your warm tongue licked over the veins that protrude from tightened foreskin. “nice an wide.” he mutters, feeding the head of his cock into your mouth, a grunt parting his lips when he brushed the back of your throat. god damn. “you’re goin’ to sit here and take it like a champ. reckon you ought’a think about havin’ my god damn money next time. stupid girl.” he warned you before his hips draw back and roll forward, pushing the length of his cock down the curve of your throat. it’s lewd, the repeated squelch of your throat as he pushes himself inside again and again. “should’a known you’d be this big of a slut when i saw you. cute little fuckin’ outfit, barely wearin’ anythin’ at all. just knew how to get an old man goin’.” he grunts, unbothered by the tears that have begun to roll over your cheeks. he’s selfish, using your throat to his advantage, balls slapping the underside of your chin. the cute outfit you’d turned up in ruined by your own slop of saliva as it dribbled out the corners of your mouth. “good fuckin’ girl. payin’ off every fuckin’ dollar.” his skin is slick with sweat, head lulling back against his shoulders, blinded by the dull white light above him. your throat is exactly what he needed at the end of a shitty week, and he had no shame in taking out his stress on you, sure you wouldn’t be forgetting him anytime soon.

when he finally lets up you choke out a cough, spit strung between his soaked cock and your mouth, breathing hard as you look up at him with watery eyes. still, you come chasing for more, hands sat on his denim clad thighs as you licked your tongue along his cock, gasping in a breath of air before you took him back into your throat, craving the feeling once more. “fuck’n hell.. look at you. must really need that god damn car, huh?” his fingers move into your hair again, yanking your mouth back off his cock so he could pull you up from the floor. “ain’t that right, princess? you’d do anythin’ for those keys back, huh?” “yes, daddy.” you choke out and what patience logan had left snaps, swiftly turning you around by the hold he has on your hair. he lifts the skirt up over the swell of your ass, palm of his hand roughly swatting against. you. once, twice, three times. your cheeks are stained red as your legs tremble, impatiently waiting for him to give you more. “let me see ‘er.” logan nods, bent over you and he pulled your panties to the side, spreading your cheeks so he had a perfect view of both holes, your pussy slick with your own arousal.

“you like gettin’ treated like a slut.” he acknowledged, spitting against his fingers before he brings them to your pussy, fingertips swirling your clit before he pressed two long fingers into your core, free hand wrapped around your throat. he stroked his fingers slowly at first but gained speed as your arousal coated him, making it easier for him to plunge his fingers into your tight hole, biceps flexing with each stroke of his fingers, feeling out the warmth of your walls, infatuated with the way your pussy sucks his fingers back in. he grins at the gasp you take in when he replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing yourself up straighter as he sunk himself deep into your pussy. “daddy,” you softly grab at the hand he has around the middle of your throat, moaning as his chest presses up against your back. “you ever been stretched out this good before?” he asks beside your ear, breathing out a quiet laugh when you shake your head no. he grabs your face again, pulling your lips back to his when he fucks into you, hard strokes that press your hips against the grill of the truck, sure to leave you with bruises in days following. he swallows the moans you cry out, roughly driving his hips into yours. he’s unrelenting, giving himself to you hard the way you deserve it, the way you so evidently love it. it’s been a long god damn time since he had pussy this good, and fuck was he obsessed with yours, cursing himself for fixing the troubles your car had given you instead of giving you the run around to keep you coming back for more. hell, with the way you’re fucking yourself back onto his cock you just might anyway. “you’re going to make me cum, daddy,” you choke out, and he grabs at your hips, pulling him deeper into your sopping cunt. “that right? this ain’t even about you, princess. this was for me, remember? who says you’re allowed to cum?” he is brow furrows, getting a rise out of the way you while beneath him, small hands grabbing at the truck. “please, i know it’s not about me but please let me cum, daddy.” you whine, legs trembling beneath you, threatening to cave under your weight. he doesn’t respond, just fucking into your stretched core while you beg him to cum again and again. he ignored you until he spilled first, filling you with thick ropes of his cum, hips flush against yours so you take every drop deep inside. “you want to cum now, sweetheart?” he asked and you nod, rocking your hips back against him as your chase your own high.

needless to say, logan was more than willing to return your keys. and you.. well you might purposefully pop a tire soon.

[rottenr0ckets]

hi! im a sss, but i think other sss can learn a thing or two.

first of all, dont fucking send death threats or wishes of death, sss. its fucking weird??? second, dont be such a stuck up bitch if people support wilbur. there has literally been no proof yet (im supporting shelby because i go by support victims until proven wrong, but you guys do you!:3) third, dont post nsfw of TEEN WILBUR or wilbur at all?? thats fucking gross. dehumanizing a man for alleged abuse is gross and makes you just as bad if hes guilty. fourth, sending hate and rape threats is also gross. what the fuck?? so apparently its okay if you do it but not when wss do it back? hows that make any sense. fifth, and i know this one is hard to understand guys, BUT PEOPLE HAVE THEIR OWN DECISIONS. crazee ik. sixth, if you are mad about someone listening to lovejoy and saying "their music sucks" save it. because didnt you like it not even a year ago? are you admitting you were a fake ass fan? like, im a shelby supporter but even i still listen to lovejoy because their music is good. just because i dont particularly like the guy who is the lead singer for his actions, A; theyre in the past and hes getting therapy. B; i still like the music. and C; as much as i dont like to admit it, their music and his streams saved my fucking life. so quit being stuck up assholes about this. the sss is honestly looking worse than wss because of how blatantly toxic it is here. if you have even the slightest doubt for even one fragment of shelbys story youre told you are a fake supporter and told to kys. if you believe it all, youre told you are so easily gaslighted and told that you shouldnt trust everything on the internet. if you dont believe any of her story, youre told to kys, support victims, and that they wish you were raped.

SHELBY SUPPORT SQUAD, YOU GUYS ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM. YOU ARE NOT HELPING, YOU ARE CAUSING MORE UNNESSASARY HARM. DO BETTER. SHELBY WOULDNT WANT THIS.

anyways, i hope you guys (wss) have long and happy lives even if i dont agree with supporting him:) btw can i be 🍊🦢 anon?:3

-🍊🦢

THANK YOU OH MY GOD

They need to be sat down and told this in loop so they understand this shit. Most wss I've seen also used to support shebly or be sss until they were given reason to turn to wss (which is our case) I wish they'd realize as a fandom they represent shebly and her as a CC and that their actions can have effects on shebly. From how people view her to how in some places its by law, ccs gave to take responsibility for their fans' behavior if it gets out of hand and they haven't done anything to try and stop it. I barely see any sss actually supporting her. Barely any veiws, no happy birthday wishes no nothing. They just either made caput edits then tell tell wss to kys

It's always nice to have nice sss come on every now and then feels refreshing^^

[dididi11]

I dont plan to get back into HH, but here are some things that have triggered me and that ik sure alot of people can agree on:

1. I feel like Charlie's idea of redemption can be seen through alot of perspectives. HOWEVER- what she specifically wants is to redeem EVERY soul. Now there's a reason to why hell exists, it's made for people who have done terrible things in their life, which is why they get banished to Hell in the first place. We may not know when a soul is actually pure enough to get redeemed- BUT we do know what you would have to be to end up in Hell. Murderers, RÆpists, Cannibals, Paedophiles- just all of those in the horrible category most definitely DON'T deserve a second chance. And even if they somehow did get redeemed, how would the victims in Heaven feel? Heaven is the place where they're supposed to feel safe- So how the hell do you expect to put them in the same place together without any conflicts? If you truly want to get the right people into Heaven, then you should background check every single Sinner throughly.

2. Adam- We all love love him and hate him, but there is one person to blame for when it comes to his Character: Vivziepop. I feel like she used the "Annoying Villain who doesn't care about anything that the protagonist has to say and is just downright badly written" trope way to often. He could've had so much potential to be a good written Character that would actually explain to Charlie why sinners just can't be redeemed. It just felt unnecessary to only let him be a douchebag, sing his song (which was banger don't get me wrong-) and shorten their time by 6 months for the next extermination to cause Charlie another COMPLETELY unnecessary problem. And all that for NO reason, "Yeah, but that's because he's a douch-" And that's exactly my point, why waste your time and effort on a basic ahh character if he's going to be a just an ordinary douche anyway? The first Season would've been so much more interesting if we actually had a logical explanation to why others are against of Charlie's idea. But no, instead all we get is "ahahaha, Sinners are stupid. They deserve Hell." Also why the Hell did Adam shorten the time for the extermination by 6 months?? It felt so unnecessary, They probably felt like the first Season would've been boring without any Action- and I'm pretty sure they could've made a different Scene that was also Epic without it not making sense.

2. ADAM AGAIN- I don't want this to be just about Adam, but since he is dead (BY FUCKING NIFFTY I HATE HER) and maybe wont come back- since we don't know if he'll get respawned..what kind of punishment will Lucifer specifically receive? To clarify things, Lucifer had disobeyed the rules of Heaven and Hell, he helped his daughter and her friends kill off half of the exorcists and even threatened them to retreat. And the worst part of all of this is that he would've killed Adam if Charlie hadn't stopped him. Even though Adam was killed by NIFFTY, I'm pretty sure the blame would be put on Lucifer instead of some Sinner. So what will happen if they try to communicate with Heaven again? They literally killed the first human of mankind created by God himself. Honestly at that point it would be a pretty huge deal and Charlie's redemption idea wouldn't even be looked into.

2. Emily and Charlie- I hate how none of the Characters genuinely understand the ACTUAL purpose of the extermination. It's to prevent Hell from gaining to much power, that's why they need to make sure to kill off half of the population. It was never about the redemption of Sinners, so Charlie shouldn't even think about canceling off the extermination. I also get why Emily is mad at Sera for lying to her, but the fact that she immediately joined Charlie's side without even thinking trough the entire thing is just downright dumb.

3. I feel like there's more to talk about, I just don't know what.

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait Chapter 20

Seal of Approval

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: Katie offically meets Nick and Juliette.

“I’m glad that Arnold built up the courage to come forward.” Lorelei commented one night while on the phone with Katie.

“Yeah. I guess even eisbibers can be brave.” Katie replied with a laugh, although Lorelei could hear the pride in her voice.

“Your Uncle Bud is an example of that. It takes a lot of guts to continue interacting with a Grimm. Even Nick was proud of him.” She sat down on the sofa, stretching out.

“I know a lot of those at the meeting appreciated what you said about them being brave just to be in the presence of two Grimm. As well as how respectful you were.” Katie told her. “Apparently Mom and Uncle Bud have been bragging that ‘little Katie is dating Lorelei Burkhardt’ to everyone. Mom is insisting you return for dinner, Uncle Bud wants you over at his place, there are plans to invite you and Nick to the Lodge Fourth of July Party, and you’ve even completely won over my Dad.”

Lorelei laughed. “Wow, I have your dad’s seal of approval? That’s the most surprising part.”

Katie laughed along with her. “Are we still meeting up this Sunday for lunch with Nick and Juliette?” she asked once the laughter died up.

“Assuming Nick doesn’t get called into work, yep.”

“And Juliette is still in the dark about wesen and Grimms?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I look forward to it.”

“Hey guys, I think I got something.” Monroe said. He and Lorelei were at the trailer with Nick trying to help his identify a wesen involved in his latest case.

Lorelei and Nick looked up from their own journals towards Monroe. Nick dropped his book and made his way over to Monroe. “Well good, cause I got nothing.”

Lorelei joined the pair, as Monroe pointed to an image. “Did he look like this?”

“Yes!” Nick said, jabbing the page. “A murcielago”

“Well, at least according to your Spanish forebearer Jose Maria Lopez Diego Y Grimm, who caught up with one in the Upper Amazon. My people know them as geolter blitz, literally bat out of hell. It’s a legendary liminal being.”

“And that means what?” Nick asked.

“It basically refers to two distinct states of existence simultaneous within one physical body.” Lorelei told him.

Monroe pointed at her. “Yeah, the duality of humanity, the ying and the yang, the…Ike and Tina Turner of it all.” He continued. “Anyway, ahem, according to these notes, they make a very high-pitched sound that can peel the bark off a dog.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Lorelei saw a look of recognition cross Nick’s face. “At the murder site, there were broken light bulbs and mirrors. Could that be a murcielago or a geo-whatever?”

Monroe sat down, looking at the pages more closely. “Well, if I’m reading these illustrations correctly, its sounds can shatter eardrums, pop eyeballs, rupture nasal passages…blow out bowels, generally wreak havoc with whatever is left.” He glanced at Lorelei. “You speak Spanish, am I getting this right?”

Lorelei nodded. “How am I gonna face off against one?” Nick asked.

“With one of these, if you’ve got one.” Monroe noted, pointing to another image. Lorelei glanced over his shoulder as Nick came to join her.

“Murcielago matraca.” Nick read off the page.

“Looks like some kind of hand-crank siren. Apparently, it wreaks havoc with their ultrasonic sound waves. Negating their ability to, you know, blow out your eyes. You ever seen anything like that before?”

“Yeah, actually I have.” Lorelei said, pointing in the direction of the window seat. “It should be a box in there.”

Nick moved over to it and sure enough, there was a box with an image of a murcielago carved into it. He brought it back to where Lorelei and Monroe were.

“God, there is some amazing stuff in this trailer.” Monroe breathed, looking at the box in awe. “Do you have this place insured?”

“That would mean having to admit that it existed, so,” Nick trailed off as he used a crowbar to open the box.

Lorelei smiled as she watched the boy’s nerd out over the device. Nick was kind enough to allow Monroe to give it the first go. As Monroe first started cranking it, it was loud enough for Nick and Lorelei to hear however it eventually was too high pitched for their ears to hear. Monroe however could. Eventually, the bottle in front of it exploded. “Oops.” Monroe said, stepping back slightly. “Looks like your good to go.”

Lorelei hadn’t been involved with the final showdown between Nick, Monroe, and the murcielago, however they did fill her in what happened. Lorelei was a little upset at being left out but there simply hadn’t been time, so she moved on. Especially when Nick told her about looking more into the death of their parents. Apparently, the three wesen involved in the death of jewellery store owner had also been involved in their parent’s death as well. Although they were dead, a fourth was still alive. Lorelei wasn’t sure how she felt; for most of life she had thought her parent’s death was an accident and now she found out that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah, I’m a little nervous. I mean, I know how important Nick is to you.” Katie replied as they drove to meet Nick and Juliette for lunch. She laughed. “Although when my Mom found out I was having lunch with Nick Burkhardt, she started grilling me on using my manners and being on my ‘best behaviour’, like geez I’m almost twenty. I know how to act.”

Lorelei smiled as she pulled into Nick’s street. “I suppose Moms are gonna Mom. It was nice of her to provide pie though. Although I am pretty sure Nick and Juliette still have a bunch of pies that the eisbibers already gave them.”

“I heard the Lodge went a little nuts with gifts. I guess Juliette had questions.” Katie commented.

Lorelei nodded, as they arrived. She parked in her usual spot, in the strip beside the house. “Nick just told her they were gifts of appreciation for doing his job.”

Katie hummed in understanding, as they got out of the car. They grabbed what they needed, including the pie and headed to the front door. Lorelei opened the door and stepped inside, calling out for the homeowners. Katie followed behind. Although she was trying to play it cool, she was obviously a bit anxious.

“In the kitchen.” Lorelei heard Nick call out, so they headed that way.

They entered the kitchen to find Nick cutting up vegetables on the counter. “Hey, where’s Juliette?” Lorelei asked, giving her brother a hug after he placed the knife on the chopping board.

“At the store, grabbing some last-minute stuff.” He said, wiping his hands on a tea towel. He glanced over at Katie who was hovering by the door, pie in hand. He gave her a smile. “Hi Katie, its nice to officially meet you. Come on in.”

At Nick’s friendly demeanour, Katie seemed to relax a bit and came closer. “Nice to meet you Detective Burkhardt. I know you guys are probably all pied out, but I have another courtesy of my Mom.”

Nick laughed. “Thank you and thank your Mom.” He said, taking the pie from her and placing it on the counter before extending his hand for a handshake. “And please, call me Nick.”

“Alright Nick.”

“And I’m not going to complain about more pie. They’ve all been really good.”

Katie shrugged. “What can I say, eisbiber moms make the best pies.”

“No arguments from me. Can I get you something to drink?”

While Lorelei put her laundry on, Nick and Katie continued conversing, getting to know each other, while joking about the eisbibers overzealousness regarding their gifts of appreciation. “What are your plans when you graduate?” Nick asked, having returned to cutting vegetables.

“I’m not one hundred percent sure yet, but considering eisbibers own most construction companies in Portland, I have a lot of choices.” Katie replied, seated on a stool nearby.

The back door opened, and Juliette stepped in. “Hi, sorry I’m late. I forgot a couple of things, like ingredients for a salad dressing.”

“No worries, but I am glad you’re back. I was afraid Nick might try cooking.” Lorelei joked, stepping out of the laundry.

“Hey.” Nick said, throwing a piece of carrot at Lorelei. She caught it and threw it back.

“Oi, no throwing things in the kitchen.” Juliette scolded them both. She placed the groceries bags on the counter, before turning to Katie. “You must be Katie, I’m Juliette.”

Katie stood up. “It’s nice to meet you, Juliette. Are they always like this?” she asked, referring to Nick and Lorelei’s childish antics.

Juliette laughed. “Oh yeah. Absolute children.”

The lunch went well, and as the couple drove away, Katie commented on nice Juliette was and how ‘normal’ Nick was. “Which is weird, cause you ain’t normal.” Katie joked and Lorelei swatted at her, laughing.

“Yeah, well, one of us had to be.” Lorelei joked and they laughed again.

Lorelei dropped Katie at her place before heading home. She placed the leftovers Juliette had sent her home with into the fridge and changed some more comfortable clothes. After making some tea, one of Rosalee’s relaxing blends, she sat down on the sofa with the TV on in the background. It had been a hectic few weeks. Lorelei hadn’t had much to just relax and breathe. She had just grabbed a book to read when she heard her phone go off. Grumbling, she got up to grab it, happy to see it was just a message. And one from Sean. Sitting back down, Lorelei opened the message eagerly. She hadn’t had much time to talk to Sean lately, not since their visit to the Gardens. Lorelei had thought she knew where she stood with Sean, but his behaviour along with the kiss on the cheek had her questioning herself again. She had briefly considered he had been jealous of Katie but talked herself out of it. Why would a police captain be jealous of a college sophomore?

Sean’s message was asking if she had managed to find an apartment yet. Apparently, he owned a rental property, and the tenants had decided not to extend the lease. The apartment would be available by the end of the semester. Lorelei agreed to see the apartment, as she wasn’t having much luck. As the conversation progressed, Sean than asked if she was interested in doing a tour of the Shanghai Tunnels the following Saturday. This peaked Lorelei’s interest. As a history buff and lover of horror movies, she had been interested in visiting what was deemed one of the most haunted places in America. They would stop in to see the apartment first, before their tour of the tunnels followed by an early dinner. Next Part

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[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

ik i pass as a Horny For Old Men kinda guy but my attraction to them isnt... entirely sexual. It barely is.

My attraction, part of it is my autism absolutely adoring my blorbos, part of it is attraction to their characters and personalities, but the largest part of it is gender envy.

there's a very very thin line between I want to fuck him and I want to Be Him for me.

Also, with sex, and consuming pornography, I dont... imagine myself being fucked/fucking. I am detached from it. I imagine the feelings and emotions and shit, dont get me wrong. But I imagine it as though I am the character themselves experiencing it, not me. I simply like when people show off mutual pleasure and want and lust and desire and blasphemy, and, this is really sad, I can not, for the life of me, imagine a scenario where I am having that mutual reciprocated pleasure with someone.

So I really like my blorbos when sex. Because the tf2 men are so. so incredibly goofy and ridiculous and unconventionally shaped and insane and its like.. ok yeah, I can vibe with this. It isn't like, y/n type shit. It's literally sweaty middle aged men fucking in the most unconventional places. It's awesome.

Also I love love love when author's do queer shit. Like, queer history shit. And queer sex. I read a fic where, in his backstory, Medic studied at the Institute of Sexology in Germany before Nazi Germany, before the book burnings, and Medic secretely preformed the first top surgery ever, in history, on his close friend. And Medic was one of the contributing authors to HRT and trans studies, and even though so many of the books were burned (this actually happened btw, its estimated that we still arent up to the same point knowledge wise as we would be if those academic trans books hadnt been burned.), Medic knew the ins and outs of it all well enough to make his own fucking drug lab and create testosterone for Scout tf2. To help him transition. And I was like. That's awesome.

Or, or like, this one fic. Where scout is like oh god im gay??? And spy is like "lol you are gay. Anyways here's a book I wrote about being gay and all the shit that I've learned and my shenanigans with sex and anatomy and gays and lesbians and gender. And my deceased lover who was killed for basically everything written in this book"

It's like... I feel this strange solidarity, reading it all. Because its.. We've all been there, we've all been in that confusing ass "this is so.. wrong" or like... the hunch you get, before you come out to anyone. The hunch that your parents wont accept you, regardless of what they've said about gay ppl in the past or how much they love you and how much they'll support you. There's always that little sliver of doubt, that, that this is the thing that gets you kicked out of the house, that gets you abused.

And its. It makes me feel so good when I read queer shit in the context of the tf2 universe.

anyways thats enough of my ramblings thumbsup

This is Extremely long but there are parts here that spoke to me so I am going to respond to this in parts:

I don't think it's that weird to visualize yourself as a particular person or character in sexual scenarios. In my experience this has a lot to do with being trans. A Lot of bdsm is playing roles or characters or etc, and I have actually found that that kind of thing can be very very alleviating if you have trouble being "yourself" in sexual situations you otherwise want to partake in. You should note that I do not in any way id as ace but some people with similar experiences do id somewhere on the asexual spectrum. That's really up to the individual, in my opinion

When you're trans and gay (of any variety), of course it's going to be difficult sometimes to distinguish attraction from gender envy. A lot of what society pushes as "gender-conforming" is the same as what it pushed as "attractive", so for a lot of trans people, presenting as the gender that they are can manifest as a desire to look attractive (not even necessarily "conventionally", just what they think is attractive). Tbh I don't really think this is like, a "problem" if it's just fictional characters; I probably wouldn't recommend dating an actual human being you constantly feel envious of, but like I would probably fuck Sniper tf2's mind out and obviously I do a lot of gender envy and projection and kinnie stuff onto him. I would also fuck my own clone though so I might be weird in this regard

Okay finally like the meat and potatoes of this ask: I ALSO love when people do gay shit w the tf2 men! For me, this manifests itself in stuff like the Medic leather ask I did a while ago, because I like kink and kink history and kink culture and that's what I know about and what I like to write about. It also helps people to see a positive representation of some aspect of themselves in these characters that they like, but, more importantly TO ME, I get to tell MORE people abt this kind of thing. This is the biggest platform I've ever had and I get to use these stupid video game men to like, teach people about shit! About gay shit! And I love that. I love you freaks who care abt stuff like this I love people doing gay shit and trans shit and kink shit with the tf2 men. It can be comforting it can be therapeutic it can genuinely cause a lot of positive change in someone's life, and most importantly it is FUN and it is HOT

[weirdcat1213]

TRIMAX VOLUME ONE LETS GOOOOOO ....i didnt remember this was just 6 chapters...wow

ANYWAY LETS GO

chap 1:

-youre right IT MUST BE TOLD TIL THE END OF TIMES

-1st act of god you say...huh

-yeah who could believe that...thats insane....jaja

-ERIKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

-ik this was written in the 90s but i still dont like eriks saying that, like wth man lina is right

-hey lina :3 missed you

-....i like the new glasses...

-THAT SHOT REFLECTING VAHS YES THATS NICE LETS GO

-"lina cover your eyes :]" oh :c

-"oh is eriks again" :c

-YEAH GRANNY KILL THEM ALL >:D

-"stop. some legend that is" ow :c

-this is all just so sad cuz he rea;;y wanted to retire but he cant :c hes vash the stampede

-ww laughing at fake vash is the best xd

-YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH >:D

-also thats funny cuz yeah vash COULD shoot you in a matter of seconds but thats not what his name means and i really like that :3

chap 2:

-aw lina :c

-imagine going to the store and finding the silliest/most depressed wet cat in the universe ready for adoption

-GIVE ME THE PONY TAIL STAMPEDE GIVE IT TO ME PLS

-ok but how did you (from the perspective of a stranger) figure that knives was a name? knives comes from knife, so if a random person read "knives" wouldn't they think about the utensil first?????

-vash: how do you know so much about this evil entity that is my brother?

ww: hehe, please

-ily lina theyre talking bs

-YEAH >:D FREE BODY GUARD

-...im not ready for stampede eriks i will evaporate

-OH MY GOD THE HAIR

-BRO SHUT UP OFC SHE SAYS SHE DOESNT HAVE THAT POWER WHEN HE KICKED (i think) A FUCKING BULLET IM SO SAD

-....I WILL EVAPORATE IM TELLING YOU

chap 3:

-YEY MERYLS BDAY :D

-go get your vacation queen ily

-keele i will yeet you into the sun

-im never not going to be so fucking mad at HOW EASY THAT WAS BECAUSE THIS BASTARD MENTIONED MERYL LIKE IK YOU MISS YOUR DEAR FRIEND BUT OMG it just makes me sad

-wolfwood :3

-i like that :3 meryl just cant be an office person anymore when shes discover more of her world and people like vash. even if she almost died a lot of times, those were also the times when she was alive.

-YEAH MILLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

chap 4:

-:c

-ok but that panel with mostly shade is scary

-i also want to lift my whole self with my arm :D (she said even though just walking places makes him tired)

-ok but if he trained like that for 150 years no wonder he's the only pro gunman ever

-i like his face on that panel, he's amazed and proud that one of his siblings survived for that long

-vash knows why is it always like that and he understands it but god he wishes so hard for it to just fucking stop and it breaks my little heart

-hes literally just an anime girl saying "hi-mi-tsu :3" (im so sorry i will never say that again but I'm right)

-he remembers people and names after so many fucking years

-also those children probably have never met him but vash gives so much ragdoll energy that they went with it (ok never mind maybe they did but you get the idea)

-cmon brad :c why are you so mean to him :c

-SHUT UP OMG SHUT UP

-all of this just backs up the SA interpretation and although it hurts my feelings....damn its just good writing. like not knowing what your own body can do and people taking advantage of that...makes me fucking sick (in a good and bad way i truly don't know how to explain it)

-BRAD LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE AHHHHHH >:c WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HIM

-noooooooooooooooooooooo :c every time someone calls/vash calls himself a monster this user loses 5 years of their life :D

-wolfwood sir your projection will make me want to eat my own arm

-NIGHTOW IM JUST PROCESSING WHAT WW SAID YOU CANT THROW CUTE LITTLE FACES AT ME SIR PLS NOOOO

-"run away run away ">:b" i love him so much

chap 5:

-the chapters cant keep starting with flashbacks I'm gonna start WEEPING

-is geranium tea a thing? maybe vash would like geranium tea

-how dare you, my vash the stampede would never side with the cops, he's acab i know that in my heart

-THAT ONE PANEL MY BELOVED (the onle about looking without his eyes)

-hes so fucking done

-yey conflict time :3 boi oh boi

chap 6:

-oh the title placement on this one :3

-i dont think he will (or that he is) fine after all of this but sure

-such a loud chapter and vash is so quiet

-and again, there all judging, expecting to see what will vash do

-"what do you know about my pain" brb I'm gonna EAT SOME GLASS REAL QUICK

-...

-its like....its like why, why make me suffer like this. its not even heavy stuff its just that everything hurts. his impulse and desire to help everyone, his reason why, how others see him while he tries and sometimes win while other times fails. it all hurts in a weird way.

-...legato why are you inside a fridge (i kinda forgot lol)

WHAT A VOLUME i need to lay down

[evansbby]

I have a writing assignment due tomorrow and instead of doing it I'm watching someone react to catching fire

man I fucking love this movie and I know we've talked about it before but PEETAS JUST SO FUCIING GOOD

like.

gale: I'm a jealous bitch cause you kissed peeta in the games where you would have died why don't u like me pls love me

peeta: hey I've been unfair to you and I'm sorry, I know what you did during the games was to keep us alive, it's not fair to be angry at you, let's be friends

like. Peeta the king of apologies

I've officially spent an hour watching someone watch a movie I've already watched instead of doing my work. also, 1989 Taylor's version comes out tonight and I am VERY excited about it at the expense of said assignment.

also. Loki episode 4 comes out tonight. Slay. I fucking love Loki and I love Tom Hiddleston (ik this is a Chris evans/his characters blog but u know what it's Loki I can't NOT mention him)

YES YES YES

I love the hunger games sm 🥺🥺 I reread it all the time and it makes me cry every single time bc it’s so good and yet so unfair and what happens to Peeta is so unfair and just the whole thing is so……. Harrowingly realistic depiction of war and ptsd and propaganda and just… I wish I could kiss Suzanne Collins’ mind!!!

The way she wrote the best male character ever (Peeta, like the perfect example of a man written by a woman for women) and also the most evil male character ever (Snow, especially in ABOSAS, like the way she almost makes you root for him yet quietly hints at his selfish, possessive and shallow tendencies throughout is so INSANELY good, oh my god I cannot wait for this movie to come out!!! I loved the book so much especially the final third which takes place in district 12🥺 and those final ten pages are INSANE they left me feeling sick and empty and heartbroken omg)

ANYWAYS BACK TO PEETA! Ugh listen I totally get you bc Peeta in CF is so hot and perfect and cute and just!!!! Gale could NEVER compare!! Peeta actually took a step back and stopped being angry with her, apologised, gave her space and protected her 🥺🥺 also i love procrastinating and watching people react to stuff on YouTube like all the girlies do this!!! There’s this guy I watch on YouTube who does movie commentaries (basically reactions) and his name is Dylan and I wish he reacted to THG movies but he doesn’t react to things if you give him the suggestion to react to it djdjdjsj

ANYWAYS yes bestie I agree with everything you said, Gale is a pussy ass bitch and the thing is most people hate him bc he dropped the bomb that killed prim but honestly the parts that made me hate him were how controlling and weirdo he was and how he was always pressuring katniss to be with him and kissing her when there was a literal war going on like PLEASE let her live!!!

Anyways bestie I don’t really watch Loki the show but I like the character from the movies!!!! And I used to read fics about him lol

[longsightmyth]

What are your thoughts on the destruction of Numenor? I have not read the silm (yet?) so all my knowledge comes from the wiki, but to me, it just seems incredibly cruel of the Valar? I admit to probably being biased bc I come from watching rop and really liking Miriel so I am Not Happy over her canonical ending but still. Ik Numenor did a lot of very bad things, but there were still good people on the island (it's not like everyone could have escaped with Elendil & co). There were children there! I just feel like there would have been a lot of ways to deal with the situation that did not involve just up and killing everyone. Ig it might have just been a somewhat unwanted side effect to the Valar remodelling the world to cut off Valinor from mortals but even then, was that *really* necessary? It's not like Pharazon & co seemed to really be a danger to Valinor given that the Valar easily killed them all and their entire island. They could not have at least saved the children and remaining Faithful on Numenor? It also seems especially unfair given All The Shit The Noldor Did, where the harshest punishment the Valar ever seemed to give was banishment. It's not like Numenor was the only place to ever get tricked by Sauron either (although tbf, they did do a lot of extremely terrible things)! But again, I did not actually read the source material for that so I might be missing smth important there, so I'd be very curious to hear your thoughts.

Depends on which notes and editions you pick up probably, especially given the framework that the silm was written by elves and so is a biased account. Some notes say Miriel was forcibly married and renamed: others say she was in on it. The silm is written more in the style of a textbook, albeit one with a distinct slant towards a people with a vested interest in presenting their views, and it isn't like we ever have a narrative story IN Numenor, at least not that I've found. @arondirslovechild will correct me if I'm wrong.

I'm not sure what you're asking me here. "Was there a solution to the general murderisland numenor had become without sinking it" I mean I can't sink islands so it's not on my list of solutions. This is a callback to the fictional atlantis, which isn't great (I've mentioned before the ties between atlantis theories and nazis) but at least doesn't pretend atlantis was just shining light etc etc by the end.

But to be honest, Numenor is not where most of my attention goes. There is a certain amount of Catholicism in Tolkien's works that is inescapable even if he personally disliked it being called allegorical. The valar warned numenor what would happen: the ones who believed them a, didn't sail west to try to conquer elf heaven, b, didn't do shit like human sacrifice, and c, got the hell out of dodge.

Unless they couldn't, as with the non-complicit version of Miriel, who, again depending on which notes you decide to fold into your tolkien canon, knew what was happening and tried to plead with angry gods (or archangels, whatever) from atop a mountain for her people until the last.

Which I guess falls into Tolkien's entire mission statement: grand, sweeping gestures are all noble and well and good, but what keeps us from getting to that point and what makes them effective is the small everyday things that can build you a base. If Numenor had not drifted so far from this philosophy, they wouldn't have supported Pharazon's hostile takeover, they wouldn't have started human sacrificing all over the place, and they wouldn't have persecuted the faithful, somewhat ironically meaning they wouldn't have needed the faithful at all.

Anyway I am ill-equipped to judge Mythical Fictional Beings on such a grand scale, but I am going to note that given Tolkien's track record they were irrevocably doomed to some tragedy the second Pharazon married his first cousin and doomed even further in the version where he married her without her consent. It's a tolkien thing. You creep on a lady, you get hurled from great heights in a literal fashion, and I am counting hurling from the top of the sea to a cavern under it for this circumstance.

[kpophubb]

Hii love

do u mind telling me ur thoughts about sooha, if you've read dark moon?

I know the #sooha_OUT community are going to come for me for this, but i personally think that she's a neat and pretty girl ( LIKE I WOULD KILL TO HAVE HER HAIR AND BODY EVEN THOUGH SHES FICTIONAL) and maybe it's the fact that heli and solon are her potential love interests that has everybody buzzing like bees. And maybe her role is irrelevant in the lore, but i guess they seem to forget that she played an important role in the mvs of drunk-dazed and fever. I just can't wrap my head around the fact that people are hating on A FICTIONAL CHARACTER because she's a princess, has the most gorgeous guys in the webtoon pining for her, and has super strength.

Also, I believe i might change my bias to Sunghoon :)

Hi hi my baby bini!!🤍🥰 how are you today and tell me what you’ve been upto recently? I felt like I’ve missed u so much and haven’t heard from you in a while..

now coming to sooha..I did talk about this with you before in another ask you sent that sadly I don’t know her enough to judge her babe😭 I only read the free ch 1 of the webtoon series and trust me if I could read the entire thing, I’d be doing it RN to come and talk to you about it in detail ( BUT idk how to purchase these things bc I don’t have a credit card ¿ )

anyways, at first I felt like fans were raging about sooha bc she was getting unnecessary attention and the series was becoming ABOUT HER and not the BOYS like it was originally planned to be. It was supposed to be their story and how they grow, get over their fears and get accepted in the outside world. That’s why, some fans hated sooha when she stole the spotlight and the guys LITERALLY STARTED FIGHTING EACHOTHER for her 💔 secondly, I thought reading the funny attacking tweets were just an inner joke between engenes and Enha. The whole “#sooha_out” thing was just for fun and not serious at all, that’s why engenes were even taunting enha on their vlives and asking them “sooha vs. engene”. It all felt like a funny light hearted joke and engenes being jealous and cute for enhypen, so the matter totally slid from my brain.

HOWEVER, if some people are obsessively throwing hate on this character mainly because of jealousy…then uhm isn’t that very immature? Like come on, this was a teen romance genre series in the first place so it was obvious someone was gonna be her lover (most probably heli bc it was sorta foreshadowed in the first chapter I think by their meeting). And the bite oh god…🙄 it’s just HELI, another fictional character not even OUR REAL HEESEUNG. If sooha was an irl girl, living in the enha dorm with them physically as some sort of 8th member in the group then maybe the jealousy would’ve been (a little justified ¿ ) but this is just very childish…

at the end I still think people are just doing it as an inner joke trend and nth too seriously..Ik some people are making a REAL big and serious big deal outta it but some obsessed problematic fans exist everywhere ESPECIALLY Twitter! 🤦🏻‍♀️ or else why do you think jay would have had to apologise recently and made felt like that for something..so simple that they all misunderstood. It was clear he had good intentions but NAH some people just had to be like that..

AND WOW THIS CALLS FOR CELEBRATION🤩🥳🎊🎉🍻 I’m clearly assuming it’s bc ethan lee always seems to threaten your sanity, hmm? 😉

[phail]

saw ur tags on my ketamine post and yeah it’s basically something you have to privately fund which is ridiculous given the rate of success it has and the difference it could make if it was more broadly accessible. for me it’d be $800 a session (which adds up bc you don’t ever just do one) and I’d have to basically lie to doctors about my bipolar symptoms, either that or get on a study where there’s a 50% chance I’d get given a placebo and a zillion criteria to fit anyway. idk, I don’t count either option as an impossibility just smth to work towards personally, but I wish you so much luck, ik it’s easy to come across like you’re struggling a lot less than you are and not receive support because of it. please keep scouting out options though like if there’s anything I’d think a gfm is worth it for. anyway in the end it’s none of my business but I wish u well and I wish u good songs to listen to

sorry this is on anon e-otw is my sideblog and people tend to get confused if I send asks from main

This is a very nice message, thank you. Sorry for answering it a few days late, I’ve been Struggling™. Not to get depressing but I feel like my options right now are between 3 things:

Read more because of hopelessness and suicidal ideation

1) pay $330 a day for a 30 day residential program because that’s the level of care I need at the moment despite insurance thinking otherwise. Which totals $9,900. Which I cannot afford.

2) go back to the ER after doing something stupid and have them place me in inpatient again (which my insurance will NOT pay for either) OR reschedule my IOP assessment and have them send me to the ER against my will unless I go voluntarily. If I go back to inpatient, god it fucked me up the last two times. I feel like I’ll actually lose my mind there from the way I’m being mistreated and how I’m so far gone mentally, and therefore give up on myself completely and probably have a psychotic break. I really felt myself slipping from reality last week in inpatient because of this and I don’t think I can do round 3 of inpatient.

3) kill myself and make sure I am nothing but successful. At least with that option, my funeral will be a one time expense my dad would pay for and not have to blow all his money on me because I’m a financial burden.

I’ve done a lot of research on how I can get help for this but those are my options. Another option is to apply for government long term disability but the criteria is that your disability needs to last longer than a year. I e also done a lot of research on this and I most likely would NOT be approved for this because I don’t have enough gaps in my resume to show me struggling to keep a job. That’s what they look for because you’re basically applying for disability because you can’t keep a job. So fuck me for being too functional while also being suicidal and depressed and grieving out of my damn mind.

I could make a go fund me but who would ever donate? And if they did, it would not be enough. I’m not popular online, it would never get attention. And even if it did, I don’t know I feel like those are my options that I listed but maybe I’m just too fucking dumb to use other options like actually go to IOP and have that be successful or have it not be successful and get knocked down to inpatient that my insurance would have to pay for at that point. But I’m too weak to start thinking in any positive aspect like I’m just. I’m fucked. My options are limited and this will probably end in me not breathing.

My dad said to hold on until Monday because he has church connections and these people have money and a variety of high up jobs, he’s going to ask and see if anyone has any ideas of what to do from here. He also said he knows the president of a huge medical company around us (the second biggest but probably even more powerful than the first) so he’s also going to ask him and see what can be done or any advice.

He mentioned that these people have money and power. I don’t know why that would help me, why strangers would throw money at me, and I doubt they would. But I only have until the end of the day tomorrow to try to keep myself safe unless something DOES come out of the conversations he has with people.

[dollhouseirl]

The Last World

My game jam VN is set in/led me to work out a setting I want to elaborate on called The Last World. As a writer, there is a big verse I have wanted to work on for about ten or so years based on forum RPs with my friends when I was a teenager. I've spent the entire time since elaborating on everything, thinking up characters, and trying to set everything into a kind of order. I was always on the cusp of succeeding but could never quite get there until this project. Purple Prose for Purple Hearts and the work I have done for it is a kind of screwdriver for my work. If you don't mind too much, I want to do a bit of free associative worldbuilding.

Lucia lives in the Last World. It is basically our world but stranger because it is set in a multiverse that extends far more broadly beyond our conceptions of space and the universe. There is a fourth dimension we are not privy to that is its own space where entities exist. Strangely, they are not beyond our comprehension; they are quite within it if we listen to them. They are just kind of off from our comprehension. Adjacent to it. They resemble what we comprehend but don't seem possible or realistic.

Why is it called the Last World? Well... You won't need any of this knowledge to enjoy my VN. This is a bonus post of sorts because I like the idea of talking about my work's broader purpose and having there be creator's thoughts for readers to engage with or ignore as they please. But: there are two universes in my setting - the old and the new and a single door between the two that will only allow one person to go through.

Very Homestuck, right? I swear, I hadn't even thought of it but I did read and enjoy it up to Act 6. Definitely owe it a creative debt but it isn't the same thing, I swear. Much anyway.

The Last World is existentially baffling: most worlds in the old universe have magic, superpowers, angels, elves, aliens, a patchwork of gods, devils, fantastical things taking place every day in front of people all the time. The Last World is desperately torn between being mundane and more deeply insane than any other world out there. It looks like there is nothing to it other than faith and insanity as everything heads towards a human extinction-level event that no humans are willing to stop.

But it is not normal.

It is receiving emanations from the new universe. Universes cast a type of light through the fourth dimension that holds these two universes together so it is actually deeply strange in a way that the people in it just do not see any more.

The Stanford Prison Experiment was the first step in a broad scale project to craft a sorcery intended by the powerful to label the powerless. It looked like a failure but was an unqualified success that plays out through all the mental hospitals in Last World America. Dr. Harlow captured the human soul in miniature with a clutch of infant monkeys and emotionally battered them by trapping them and us within the Pit of Despair before changing his mind and working to undo his work. Dwight David Eisenhower was lead to a sword in a stone, pulled it out, and told everyone assembled: my name is Ike; we all like Ike; I do not want anything to do with this, and then did just like Washington had done and left an America that would never come to terms with itself.

There are more things besides. I want to think and dream on an alternative magical America as I would write it. The Last World falls victim constantly to a fourth dimensional phenomenon called a Contrivance. I say phenomenon but it is really a sentient non-being. A sentient device for misery or for breaking reality. Something like that. In many worlds in the old universe, Contrivances can adopt human form; the Last World is not so lucky and they can be almost invisible. That is why they have been far more effective there and why the Last World will break for good if no one does something about it.

The Last World is under the watchful eye of a being known as the Harvester for now (he will have a proper name later). The Harvester believes the old universe is going to die and believes only the Last World has the keys necessary to save it. So he harvests and his harvests are senseless to those being harvested, brutal to those being harvested, but, in truth, clinical and highly sensible if you but understood the terms under which a being like the Harvester, a fourth-dimensional being, sees the world and operates and where he came from.

Purple Prose is the first story in the setting chronologically. It represents a woman who seems unremarkable and who isn't especially remarkable deciding that she is fed up with the Last World. She doesn't understand what the Harvester is, emanations, isn't privy to the truths I've set forth as examples about why the Last World's America isn't ours but has come to suspect a couple due to her manic episodes. The Last World is a world where magic and insanity are alternative forms of the same 'thing'; you can be magic and neurotypical and have mental illness without being magic. That said, however, the Last World has a kind of gravity where one and the other are like magnets. Lucia is a witch with bipolar I who has decided to take a course of action that will invite more of the fourth dimension into the Last World, for better or worse.

[dirtthornberry]

To all the people I’ve loved:

👩🏻 I love you. I don’t know why you hurt me but I know why you hurt me. You were a wonderful parent but a not-so-great mother. I was a difficult kid but I was a traumatized child. You were a stretched-thin mom but you were a naive adult. You taught me to stand up for myself and what I think is right, even if it was against you. You taught me that true love isn’t always pretty, but it is unconditional. I love you with it all.

👨🏻‍🦲 I love you the most daddy. I wish you had paid more attention to the important things & not just the little moments. But oh my god were those little moments everything. You were so excited to give me those binoculars & tell me about every bird, plant & bug & I didn’t really care to learn their names but I did for you because you were so happy I was interested. Now I want to know ALL of the names.

👱🏻‍♀️ I never hated you for it but it made it really hard to love you for a while; she did it to you so you didn’t know… I love you so so much now tho. Out of 11 sisters and 8 brothers, you’re the only one I was raised with. 7 years apart & you couldn’t stand me the moment you hit puberty. I ache for all the things that happened to you that weren’t noticed bc either mom & dad didn’t notice or bc I took up all the attention. You didn’t deserve any of the trauma. You never did.

🌊 you were my first best friend. I’m so glad you were placed with me & so grateful my mom would drive me the 45 minutes to come see you once you went back home. Every time I hear Ed Sheeran, I think of you. We’ve drifted apart and are different people now but you’ll always be my sister-from-another-mister. I’m sorry it went this way; Ik it didn’t have to.

👾 I was your first friend when you moved here but now we aren’t friends at all. What changed in those years we weren’t together? What made you so selfish and blind. There’s no question mark because I already know. Your childhood caught up to you in ways I don’t think you don’t even fully understand and you got defensive. I’m sorry but I have to put myself first. Like I said though: I will Always only wish the best for you.

🌸 I didn’t like you at first and I don’t even really know why. I’m so glad you didn’t care. I’m so glad you talked to me anyway. I don’t say this lightly but I probably would’ve ended it several times over if it’d wasn’t for you. I have all the confidence in you that you so sorely lack. I’m so sorry for what has happened to you but I love the person your circumstance produced, flaws and all. I miss you.

🥀 not addressing your trauma won’t heal it but you wouldn’t even know where to start. We’ve suffered from so many of the same things and it breaks my heart that we share the grief. I love that you always get back up & keep going. It’s the thing I admire about you the most. You’ll get there baby, I believe in you.

🍁 I hurt you really bad. You hurt me too. We keep hurting each other. But the love is so sweet. It’s tastes like honey and wine. We had an argument while I was at work that made my stomach churn and an employee told me she’d never thought an fight could be so healthy and honest. That felt so fucking good to hear. I could never have done it without you, I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. I’m so excited to have the life we’ve talked so much about. 4 years in and I hope we have so many more.

🌿 you’ve come so far. Only we know how much we’ve been through but we’re here now. If I had told you that you’d actually have a pretty solid will to live by the time you turned 20, you would’ve laughed in my face & told me you don’t plan to be here that long. But look at you now!! Assistant Manager, getting paid $17.50 an hour, living in your own place with your own dogs and in the healthiest relationship of any kind you’ve ever been in with a man who loves you with his all. I’d say congrats but I know it’s not over yet and there will be many many hardships to come. Think of all the truly wonderful and amazing things we’re gonna come by too. We became the person we never thought we’d be able to be. I’m so proud.

🐾 for countless lifetimes of love and connection. If I gave you as much as you deserve, there would be no universe for us to exist in. Every single one, a few more closely than others, have saved my life. The entire basis for my will to live. For every single animal I’ve every encountered: Thank you for just existing. I love you.

🫥 I wish everyone else the best of luck. Truthfully. I love you. I might not know you but I’d love you anyway. Please remember to be grateful for all of the things, not just the good or the bad. You are the center of your own universe and I’m your biggest believer. Good luck in your travels. Have the best life.

💛💛💛

[sungbeam]

You just tell her the truth, beamie. Time is not wasted unless you assume it so. Being lost is normal, and the fear is terrifying… but it is the truth and if your mother doesn’t understand (though by the sounds of it she won’t)… then it’s up to you to make sense of it.

I remember when I was in high school as a technical theatre student for my vocation. I made excuses when I first decided to go rather than pursue my passion. But I was just lost, and I felt a similar shame.

When my mom saw me finally apply for graphic design in college, I could tell she knew I had found my way. And even though I found it, I still had to gather my bearings and course correct after 4 years of doing tech work rather than performing like I knew I secretly desired. You may feel pathetic now, but I promise that what you feel is not how I see you and it’s probably how your mom sees you too.

The shit is gonna find it’s place and make sense in your life if you let it. Please don’t let these feelings take away the joy you have, because I can see it in the way you write that you love this. Most people who take breaks from tumblr don’t come back. But you did and I can’t tell you how relieved and happy I was that you did, because I saw it as a sign that you didn’t want to give up.

I have no idea if anything I said was a comfort or helped but I just had to say it. It hurts my heart to see y’all struggle, and I hope the ask comes out as something I wrote with positive intent.

- 🃏

sorry i had to take a break to cry again lol that sounds terrible but it's a hard 180 from last quarter when i couldn't cry at all, and it feels good and awful at the same time

as for everything u said, i do appreciate it a lot. im not good at responding to people trying to comfort me—its just something i've been so alienated from for a lot of my developing years, but i just want u to know that i've read over ur message at least three times and it makes me emotional and that's a good thing. ig i'm just used to feeling invisible so the fact that ur glad to see me coming back gives me some reprieve so thank u, truly

ik she would understand, or at least try to,, i called her last week absolutely demolished and in tears and finally told her how overwhelmed i felt and that it's led to me absolutely hating myself,, god, i could feel her devastation and helplessness thru the phone. now she asks after each phone call if i want to tell her anything, and idk how to articulate ... everything

anyways, sorry for the dumping, but i appreciate u thank u

[judeswhore]

Some dad!Mason where his little girl holds hands with a boy in kindergarten and he’s like I’m the only man in your life in a cute way🥺

ik full well that this is actually what mason wld be like

boys have cooties - mason mount

Mason was walking slightly behind you on your way to pick Wren up from nursery, his neck craning slightly to look in through the school fence and you whacked the back of your hand against his stomach.

“Stop doing that, you look like a creep.” You chastised, threading your fingers through his to pull him along with you, clicking your tongue when he continued trying to look through the bars.

“I can’t see her.”

“She’s probably playing inside.” You could hear the shouts and laughs of other children and you knew Mason was listening out for the sound of Wren’s little laugh, eager to see his daughter even though it had only been a few hours since she’d left. The two of you were still trying to get used to Wren being away at nursery but the change seemed to be hitting Mason the most. He’s not ready for his little girl to start growing up.

“You know she’s gonna be covered in paint when she comes out right? Should’ve maybe worn something other than grey.” Mason glanced down at his joggers and then shrugged.

“They’re old anyway.” You stopped at the gates to the school, other parents loitering around waiting for pick up and you felt Mason’s arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, his chest pressing against your back.

“Feels like yesterday I was changing her first nappy.” You let out a snort, running your fingers across his arm until he shivered against you.

“You mean when you got baby shit all over the place?”

“Hey, I was learning on the job, I didn’t know they could let out that much.” You scrunched your nose, ducking your head a little to search the playground for any sign of your little girl and you grinned when you spotted the little blue ribbon she had in her hair.

“There she is, she’s-“

“Holding hands with a boy.” Mason finished, leaning forward so he could get a better look. “Wren is holding hands with a boy.” The two of you watched as she led a blonde haired little boy away from the climbing frame and into the classroom, their hands clasped together as she talked his ear off.

"Oh my god, Mase, look at her."

"No I don't want to."

"Are you pouting?" You heard it clearly in Mason's voice and couldn't help but laugh when you turned around and saw the look on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"She's holding a boys hand!"

"So?"

"So he's not me!" You nudged your shoulder against his chest and rolled your eyes at his childish outburst. You really did dread Wren growing up because Mason won't be able to cope seeing her get on with her life without him. "I can't believe she's holding another boys hand." He scoffed lightly just as the caretaker came to open the gates and you were allowed to go in and get Wren. You patted Mason's chest.

"Go get her before you have some sort of heart attack."

Mason was quick to find his daughter, her little book bag and packed lunch clutched in her hands and she grinned when she saw him, barrelling straight into his chest, her arms around his waist.

"Hi, daddy!"

“Hey, you. Have a good day?” He smoothed the loose hairs back off her face, taking her bags from her when he stood up. With a smile she gripped on to his hand and led him over to a rack of drying photos.

“Look what I did.” Wren pointed to one of the photos, a messy painting of what looked like three people standing outside of a house, all holding hands and a little dog. “It’s me you and mummy and Raffa.”

“You didn’t want to add Uncle Dec? Just Raffa?” Wren shrugged like it was nothing and started leading Mason outside.

“I forgot about him.” He gasped playfully at her, reaching down to lightly squeeze her cheek.

“I’ll tell him that.”

“No! Because then he won’t let me play at his house anymore.” Mason went to reply that Declan would never do that but Wren got distracted waving to the little boy she’d been with before. “Bye, Harvey!” Mason’s lips turned back into a pout, his eyebrows drawing together.

“Who’s Harvey?”

“He’s my best friend.” This only furthered his pout and even you could see it from your place just outside the gates.

“I thought I was your best friend?”

“No, you’re my daddy.” Wren let go of Mason’s hand to run over to you, her fingers wrapping in your shirt. You caught sight of Mason’s still pouty look and rolled your eyes, tapping a finger against Wren’s nose.

“I think you’ve upset daddy.” Wren made a face almost similar to Mason’s and tilted her head to look up at him.

“I’m supposed to be the only man in your life, missy.” Wren let out a yelping giggle when Mason scooped her up in his arms and hung her over his shoulder. “I can’t believe you’d hold another boys hand who wasn’t me. Don’t you know they have cooties?” He tickled her sides slightly until she was wriggling and you were chastising him about not dropping her on her head.

“But you hold mummy’s hand all the time!”

“That’s because I’m older. And she’s your mummy so I have to hold her hand or she’ll be moody.” Mason grinned at you and you hit his arm, clearly not impressed.

“But Harvey doesn’t have cooties.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I do.” Mason tugged her down from his shoulder and set her feet back on the floor where she looked up at him with furrowed brows.

“I’m allowed to hold Harvey’s hand because he’s my friend.”

“Nuh uh, you’re only allowed to hold my hand.” Mason held his hand out for Wren to hold but she giggled and hid hers behind her back.

“Daddy’s jealous, Wren.” You told her, reaching out to straighten her ribbon and Mason glared at you.

“Am not.”

“Are too. He’s jealous that you’ll like someone more than him.” Mason went back to pouting but Wren grinned brightly, reaching out to pat Mason’s stomach the way she’s seen you do thousands of times while reassuring him.

“Don’t worry, daddy, you’ll always be my favourite person.” She said it so softly that Mason couldn’t help but smile, reaching down to lightly tap his finger on the underside of her chin.

“I better be. No boys allowed in our house, ever.”

“What about Uncle Dec?”

“He doesn’t count because he brings Raffa.”

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader 

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

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xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands 

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better 

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor 

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever 

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal 

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh 

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head 

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard  

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing 

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it 

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager 

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking 

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3 

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public  

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy 

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there 

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie 

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain 

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite 

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does) 

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart 

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute 

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage 

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS 

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough 

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands 

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while 

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis 

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie 

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary 

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land 

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,) 

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored 

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea 

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn 

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself 

miss girl is an AMAZING cook 

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all 

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out 

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest 

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical 

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to 

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks 

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue 

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES 

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you 

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something 

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for 

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on 

this man,,, THIS MAN 

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful 

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him 

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse 

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″ 

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him? 

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest 

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute 

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg 

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together 

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck 

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him 

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day 

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3 

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!! 

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met 

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3