#apparently i needed to say this and remind people that i am going through shit and don’t have much energy or interest about certain things

[heybaetae]

hi

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is there a way to block one single post without necessarily blocking the whole person

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Benevolent Hand

Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*

Also idk why but this gif does things to me

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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.

Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.

But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.

You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.

You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.

You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.

But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.

They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.

But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.

You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.

Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?

You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.

You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.

Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.

You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.

Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--

Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.

You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.

You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.

"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.

Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.

He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.

You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.

Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--

Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.

"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?

You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.

"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.

"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.

You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.

"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.

"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.

Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...

Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.

When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.

The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.

"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."

The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.

"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.

"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.

You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.

Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.

"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.

You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--

"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."

You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.

"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.

"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"

Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.

Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?

You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.

"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.

Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.

"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.

Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--

"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...

"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."

That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.

"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.

"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.

He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch

"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.

"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.

"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"

You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.

"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."

He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.

But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.

"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.

"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.

You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.

"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."

Almost.

So close.

Just a bit more!

He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.

Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.

You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.

You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.

"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...

[sweetnsour1]

9:36:09

Angsty Fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 9 of the Broken Collection

“You probably still have time to order something online.” You laughed at the immediate soft snarl you received as a reply. “Not every gift purchase has to be a contest, ya know?” 

“Not a contest if I always give the best shit.” He continued to frown at the display in front of him, seemingly assigning blame to the assortment of objects not meeting his standards. 

“If you say so...” You walked past him, making sure to skirt around the bubble of personal space you had imagined to be there, to examine the wall of glass blown wind chimes. He clicked his tongue before diving into his reply.

“You fuckin’ love my gifts.” 

You didn’t turn back around, letting the statement fall without confirmation or denial. Instead, you let the silence build up a small wall between you. You ignored the way your shoulders tensed as you resisted the immediate catalog of presents now attempting to push their way through any other thoughts. He, of course, wasn’t wrong. Katsuki was an amazing chooser of gifts. Even the small random finds for no occasion at all were still some of your favorite things. Presents so perfect they had remained in your home even when Bakugou hadn’t. You weren’t able to move them, much less get rid of them. You never would. You really did ‘fuckin’ love’ his gifts. You swiped your finger against the paper laden strings in front of you, sending a wave of jingles throughout the store.  

“Excuse me, ma’am. Please don’t do that.” 

You snatched your hand back, now noticing a small sign with bold red letters reminding customers to restrain themselves from what you were getting scolded for now. Your face warmed as you apologized, but you still managed to direct a small kick to the shin of the snickering hero behind you. You spun around as soon as the clerk moved out of sight again. 

“It’s not that funny.” 

“It sure as hell is. You always get into some sort of trouble when we go out.” Your eyebrow arched at the phrasing. He coughed before adding, “uh, out shopping.” 

“So am I just here for comedic relief then? Thought you needed help picking out a gift for your mom.” 

He laughed again, stretching his arm over your shoulder and leaning toward the wall behind you. Too close. You turned your head as if to scan the back of the store for any missed items, ignoring the quickly changing proximity. His breath, which you definitely didn’t notice was cinnamon scented from the mints that were still apparently his favorite, brushed against your neck. You froze at the sound of a jingle and met the glare of the same clerk that had just reminded you of the rules.  

“Excuse me, sir. Please-” 

“Yea, yea. I know. We’ll take these.” He had already disentangled himself from your personal space, now holding two glass blown bell wind chimes. “That rule isn’t logical by the way. Unless you don’t actually want people to buy shit.”

“Of course, I can get those wrapped up.” The change in tone was obvious now that a purchase was eminent. Although the clerk ignored the advice, still moving with a swiftness to take the bells as if there really was some looming threat hiding behind the hands-off policy.  

“Are you sure?” The choice just seemed so random.

“Course. She’ll love ‘em.”  

“Um no offense, but why?” Your head tilted as he hesitated.

“I think they’ll be a sort of good luck charm for her.” His words came out slow and measured, the same way you had all been trained to talk to citizens you wanted to stay calm.

“I see.” You didn’t, but you chose to trust him and ignore how fucking weird he was being. “And you’re sure about the colors?” 

“Obviously. They wouldn’t work if they were different.” 

“I see.” You definitely didn’t, but at least he had dropped the crisis management voice.

You caught one more glimpse of glass as the clerk began closing the small wooden boxes. The first one, now hidden from view, had been a translucent grey, spotted with orange and black and a few green specks. The second...you frowned at the familiar colors. They were the same ones you were now expected to only wear five days a week. Your color palette.  

Your feet did not follow the path set by the hero you had been trailing all morning. They stayed firmly rooted as you blinked at the transaction’s completion. Why? Why was he doing this? Why was he like this? Why had so many small things stayed meaningful? Why did you have any meaning for him? For his family?  

Katsuki Never-Picks-The-Wrong-Gift Bakugou had chosen good luck tokens to give to his mother...one that clearly represented Dynamight and the other that suspiciously reflected your costume that his mother had helped design the last time you upgraded. His mother, who, yes had always loved and welcomed you, but shouldn’t care less about your safety after how you’d hurt her son.

You took a moment to berate yourself for questioning the character of a Bakugou. She would never wish for anything but safety for any hero. What was truly upsetting was you had never really let yourself stop to think how he had to tell them months ago. He had to explain to them what you had hardly been able to communicate to him when you left. What had he told them? The truth? That you were detrimental to each other. That it was your fault. That you chose this. That you hurt him. You had a horrible and quickly growing urge to cry. 

The pressure of the door handle against your back jolted you back into the space you were filling. You must’ve been slowly backing away towards the exit. Red eyes turned at the noise of the bell you brushed against as you gripped the means of escape. And, of course, you did what had become so natural when those eyes met yours. The motion came even more easily now that you risked tears visbily falling with every slow second that crawled by. The same action you took nearly a year ago. 

You fucking ran. 

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[timetobeaghost]

The Noah hate mob is so much worse than I thought. Finally saw the story pic going through someone's blog. Cluelessly I had kinda figured a "sticker" is something you can add to your pic, like a filter. And I thought he might have made a dumb sexy pose maybe with a hot dude and put "zionism is sexy" on it. I thought he might have been somewhat douchy and insensitive, because that seemed IC to me, making a dumb post in a serious situation.

But no. He is making a selfie with a friend who seems to be involved in anti-antisemitism activism and wears a (literal, yeah everyone but me knows what a sticker is, I guess) "Hamas is ISIS" sticker, which is a very important message (because people did not use to like islamists cutting off people's heads and raping girls back when it wasn't happening in Israel, maybe they could remember that feeling) and holding Stickers in her hand that apparently read "Zionism is sexy", which is meant to proudly support Israel and Israeli jews, which is healthy and understandable considering it is a reaction to a horrible terror attack on Israel and to a reminder that its very existence in in danger. No, Zionism does NOT mean war! Zionism does NOT mean ethnic cleansing. To say this is antisemitic trash. Jews wanting the tiniest bit of land to live in peace and thrive is the farthest thing from evil. Do you know how many Jews used to live in the Middle East. Do you know where their offspring is now? ISRAEL. And nowhere else because they were ethnically cleansed out of everywhere else.

And no Israel is not perfect, radical settlers and a right wing government supporting them and all that. That needs to be solved. That in no way means Israel's existence and with that Zionism is evil.

Now still those ZiS stickers could be criticized as dumb, I guess. As flippant in a serious matter, but any hate boner can only be explained by antisemitism, and Noah really didn't do shit to deserve anything. And then he was told he should be put in a blender by Hamas. Hamas being a terror organization who really does specialize in slaughtering jews in creative ways. For context.

The only proper reaction is 💯 support for Noah!

If you are part of a hate mob you are those people, oh they had good reasons for their spontaneous anger, I am told. Spoiler alert: history has already decided you suck. And I can guarantee you the Duffer brothers deepest revulsion. No one dreams of appeasing you people! Leave ST fandom and enjoy your jihadism fandom, if that's where your priorities lie.

If you are on the side of: "Yes I know he kinda deserves criticism, but lets not overdo it. Bullying is not nice either", congratulations for being human, but you are the majority Germans in the mid 1930s and you can do better.

Because someone asked me what I say to a 6-year -old Palestinian being murdered in the US, I say this is utterly VILE. It was a crazy, violent murderer's reaction to the terror attack and it is endlessly tragic that this happened. It was not a reaction to solidarity with Israel's people. The pos was reacting to the actual event. Peaceful, loving support for the victims is the antitheses to that. I wanna ask back what you think of hundreds of children being brutally murdered or kidnapped in Israel on October 7th. Can we agree that this shit is utterly vile as well? Can we agree THOSE HOSTAGES NEED TO BE BROUGHT HOME? Btw?

[theyrealllesbians]

Wedding Season- Chapter 1

Regulus paced up and down his hotel room, tangling his finger in the black rubber of the phone cord he was currently speaking in to.

"What do you mean there's another one, I swear I've already had 5 this month and I don't even like that many people," Regulus said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his index finger. The gesture vaguely reminded him of stale office air and a blue-light induced migraine. He dragged his hand down his face to fiddle with the silver necklace that rested above his sternum instead. The cold metal was soothing as he ran a finger along the pendant and chain.

"Oi, don't be rude, dickhead," Sirius cut in, for some reason feeling the need to defend both his and Regulus's friends. Despite the fact that Regulus, for the most part, was joking. He was sure that Sirius already knew this, he just saw an opportunity to have a pop at Regulus. Regulus just rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"I mean, doesn't it get a bit impersonal after a while. It's meant to be the best day of your life and yet you'll probably just spend most of the time wishing you weren't speaking to the neighbour you had 3 years ago whose dog just got put down. I'll never understand it." Regulus fell back onto his bed, letting his legs swing up dramatically before landing with an umph against the duvet.

"Literally!" Sirius exclaimed, unnecessarily passionate about the issue, "that's why when me and Moony get married, it'll be small. Full of people we love and-"

"Yeah, yeah, you've said, save me the boredom and the minutes why don't you?" Regulus interrupted. He wasn't even being dramatic, Sirius was starting to sound like a broken record crackling out random facts about flowers and venues and cakes and suits and whatever else went into planning a wedding.

"Again rude! Honestly you have no manners at all, young man-"

"Don't call me young man, you cunt, you sound like father." Regulus remarked, shuddering at the thought.

"Ew, don't say that!" Sirius all but yelled down the phone, forcing Regulus to drag the earpiece an arms length away from him. Even then, he could still hear Sirius as clear as anything. Truly remarkable if you thought about it. Regulus let Sirius carry on for at least a couple minutes more, blabbering about whatever it was he had to say before cutting in.

"Anyways! Let's go back to why you called me originally. There's another invitation?" Regulus asked, rolling onto his stomach.

"Yep, Emmaline Vance apparently. It's very pretty, I'll give her that. Duck egg blue and white details, nice font as well. The contrast is a little low though, this is why me and Remus chose-" Honestly, his brother could go on and on if given the chance. He could probably talk for Britain if asked. He'd get the country in quite a bit of trouble, but he could do it.

"Sirius" Regulus sang down the phone.

"Yes, yes, I was getting there, chill out. Yeah apparently it's in August, the 15th. God, that's a bit short notice isn't it. Well, I suppose it'll be fine." Sirius was back to chattering to himself.

"What?" Regulus sat up suddenly as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. "It's in 3 weeks? How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"Well you have a suit don't you?"

"Of course I have a suit. I don't have a date though." It had been 5 months since he had broken up with the last piece of shit he called a boyfriend. While it had only been a 3 month relationship, it hit Regulus harder than it should have and it's taken him a while to get back out there, much to Barty and Evan's disappointment. He just didn't care to go through the whole dating process again. It was tiring and boring, he couldn't stand to hear one more "so are you and your brother close?" because he actually could not answer that. No way in hell could he sum his and Sirius's relationship up in a way that wouldn't send someone running for the hills.

"Well, you don't need a date, you could go alone?" Sirius suggested through a mouth of what Regulus guessed was cake.

"No, I can't." He replied matter of factly.

"Why? give me a good reason why you can't go to a wedding alone." Sirius spluttered out, clearly still eating.

"Because everyone looks at me with so much pity, it's horrible. Or worse, people try and hit on me."

Sirius choked, "that's a bit cocky, don't you think?"

"No I don't think that is is actually," Regulus bit back, "not after I had to spend 3 hours with one of the Prewett's stroking my knee asking if I was looking for 'a night to remember'. I can't do that again Sirius, I can't." Suppressing a gag, Regulus shuddered and tried to fight the need to claw at his knee to try and remove the memory. It's not that it was bad per say, it was just horrible and awkward. He did actually quite like the Prewett's. Fabian was quite attractive as well, very muscular with heavy bone structure. His hair was always enticingly fluffy as well, he just wasn't Regulus's type.

By all means, Regulus did not know exactly what his type was, but he knew that it wasn't someone who'd breathe horrible pick up lines in his ear. He wanted someone who could make him laugh, and that was nice. Most importantly, he wanted someone who would respect his boundaries and understand that he was a lot more sceptical than the average person. Past boyfriends did not understand this, leading them to break up after Regulus wouldn't introduce them to his family, or wouldn't move in after a year. It was things like that that would send them running, claiming that Regulus wasn't serious about them. This was never true though, he always cared too much and was dealt a broken heart to mend.

"Yeah, okay." Sirius seemed to consider it a bit deeper, "that's fair enough I guess. Why don't you go with Barty?"

"He's already going with Evan." Regulus let the hand that wasn't holding his phone fall onto his forehead, looking as if he was a damsel in distress.

"Okay? I'm sure you could trick people into believing you were a throuple." Sirius suggested, "remember that rumour that went round in 5th year that all you lot were in a poly relationship. God, that was funny. I think there was an entire week where I couldn't walk down the corridor without laughing my head off about whatever people were theorising about." Sirius was laughing now at the memory. It was a stupid rumour and the reason it had started was even stupider. There was a ravenclaw girl who had a massive crush on one of the opposing rugby players that seemed a bit too close to Regulus for her liking. So, the next morning, she said that she'd heard that he, Barty, Evan and Pandora were all together, and it seemed to do the trick. The guy didn't speak to him anymore and she had ended up going to some party with him. Regulus would never admit it, but he was slightly impressed by her, she knew what she wanted and tried to get it. Besides, he was still able to get a good laugh out of it.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." Irritation was showing in his voice, he just needed a solution. "Can you actually help me?"

"I am helping!" Sirius exclaimed.

"You are not helping. Making me more miserable does not help." Regulus rubbed his eyes, feeling them getting more and more tired as the conversation went on. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table seeing it read 10:24 pm. He could stay up a little longer, but he had a long day tomorrow. This potential buyer had insisted Regulus come to France to see this space he wanted the painting for. He had said that if Regulus could "truly envision the space then he'd be able to make the best decision on which painting could fill the wall and truly heighten the aura of the room." Regulus thought it was a load of shit, but this was his job, and he technically had 3 days in Paris to 'scout potential artists', which was an opportunity he'd never pass up.

"Quit whinging. What about Pandora?"

"Please tell me how that would work. Everyone knows I'm gay." Why did he decide that Sirius was the best to go to for advice. Oh that's right, he didn't, Sirius called him because apparently being asked to water his plants while Regulus was away was enough of a reason to go through his post as well. "I'll hang up."

"Okay, okay fine! You need more friends."

"To use as back up wedding dates?" Regulus asked incredulously, narrowing his eyes as if Sirius could see his face.

"Exactly!" as if it was obvious. "We do it all the time. Oh!" Sirius exclaimed as if he'd just had the greatest idea of the century. "You could go with James, I don't think he's going with anyone."

Regulus's stomach errupted with butterflies. His anxiety crawled into his chest and forced him to choke out a "pass." He didn't really have a reason for being so unsettled by the idea. James had never been anything but nice to him, treating him as anyone would expect him to. Sometimes Regulus found him a bit overbearing as well as being unnervingly immature for a 26 year old. But he was Sirius's best friend, so what could he realistically expect.

"Right well, I can't help you." Regulus could imagine that Sirius had crossed him arms over his chest, a firm pout on his face.

"Apparently not. I may as well just not go." Regulus resolved. He was awfully busy, trying to hunt down artists and attend auctions. Besides his website had just launched internationally and he needed to observe the orders going out. The list of things he had to do relating to the gallery seemed never ending, so maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea in the world to skip one wedding.

"No, you can't." Sirius whinged, "cause then I have to answer everyone's questions about you and I don't wanna do that. It's so boring. 'Yes, he's left the law firm. No I don't really know why. Yes, he's moved back here. Sorry he can't date your granddaughter, he's gay." Sirius said, putting on his best polite voice, which made Regulus laugh into the back of his hand.

"But if I go, and that's an if! Where on earth am I supposed to get a date in the next three weeks?" Regulus asked, trying to rack his brain to see if there were any friends he could ask a favour of.

"Dating apps? You don't need to find a prince, just someone who won't embarass you for an evening. Simples." Sirius responded as if it was obvious.

"Are you an idiot? I don't think you realise what dating apps are like, they're horrific" Regulus shuddered remembering the few times he had forced himself to entertain the thought of meeting someone through a dating app.

"Oh, come off it. They cannot be that bad." An unsure tone crept into Sirius's voice, almost as if he didn't believe his own words.

"You're just lucky that you met Remus in high school. You didn't have to mess around with the modern dating world." Regulus would never admit it, but he was deeply jealous of Sirius. He wanted the type of cosy relationship that they had; overlapping friend groups and friday evenings to themselves. He didn't think he'd ever be that fortunate though.

"I know, aren't I just the luckiest." Sirius replied dreamily. Regulus just rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes. You are. Anyways, I'm just going to have to suck it up and figure something out. I still think that not going is an option. I mean, I never really spoke to Emmaline. I doubt she'd even notice if I was missing." Regulus contemplated.

"Well, I'd mind. You need to come. That's final." Sirius's stern voice rang through the phone, guaranteed to make an impact on every person on earth but Regulus. He's heard it too many times about too many ridiculous situations to warrant taking it seriously. "Besides, I'm sure everyone will be happy to see you."

Regulus's scowl fell from his brows as he forced out a, "fine." Maybe it would be fun. "Either way, it's getting late here. So I'm gonna go." Regulus moved to lie against the headboard.

"Yeah, fair enough. Well I'll see you when you're back."

"Yeah you will, bye." Regulus moved to put the phone back in it's holder.

"Love you!" Sirius yelled before he could hang up.

Regulus rolled his eyes before putting the phone back next to his mouth. "Love you too."

After hanging up, he rolled over in bed thinking of what he was going to do for this wedding. He'd have to download some sort of dating app again and pray that he'd be able to find someone half decent, which he seriously doubted. Ah well, that'd be a problem for the future.

As he drifted off to sleep, he dreamed of firm hands and fluffy hair that would somehow ease the loneliness that crept into his heart. Well that's a new feeling. He hadn't felt lonely in months.

God, he really hated wedding season.

[notnights]

Out of all the mean shit I've gotten for my ribbuns (and I admit it's expected to an extent I am after all purposely depicting this in a way that should disturb you, but man some comments get MEAN) there has only been maybe 2, or 3 that basically sum up to "I went through something like this, and seeing my favorite character go through the same thing makes me feel less alone."

And honestly that kind of makes it worth it. I can get 60 mean comments but if there's one that makes reference to feeling seen and heard, then that's kind of worth it.

I had--have someone who still loves me a lot. Till this very day, every day she tells me she loves me so much. It took me years to figure out that doesn't make everything she put me through right, or forgivable. So there's a certain cathartic aspect in some of what I make. While not the exact same scenarios, it helps. Can't explain in detail why, would just bore, and it's too personal anyways.

Why I constantly joke about "my therapist says toxic ribbun is good for me." Art therapy all that jazz.

Anyways, I don't really know why I'm posting this. Awhile back someone left a comment on one of my "toxic ribbun" pieces, that has probably since been deleted because I can't find it again, but one point they said in it, "I feel seen in this." Hope who ever said that is doing alright out there and life takes it easy on you.

I think about that comment a lot. For a lot of different reasons, I hope they're okay out there. But it reminded me the value in all sorts of different stories. Different portrayals. And how it can make us feel less alone. I've always liked making sad stories, I feel guilty for writing so many sad stories, I think about how awful the stuff I went through made me feel, why am I putting my favorite characters through that. I don't know, but it helps apparently somehow. I guess I'm glad it's helped others too. Maybe one day I'll be in a place where I can make happier stories but right now these are what I want to tell and I'm just glad what I'm telling now maybe still has value in some way, even if it's just one or two people.

Then there are also some people who say things like "this is me fr" and I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO THAT IS THIS SOMETHING YOU TOO WENT THROUGH AND ARE JUST VOICING IT IN A COMEDIC MANNER BECAUSE IT HELPS ? ARE YOU JUST JOKING? ARE YOU GOING THROUGH THIS RIGHT NOW?! ARE YOU OKAY??? DO WE NEED TO FIND HELP FOR YOU PLEASE FIND PEOPLE YOU TRUST TO HELP YOU PLEASE BE OKAY OH GOD. I'M TYPING IN CAPS TO MAKE THIS A LITTLE MORE COMEDIC BUT GENUINELY I HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE OKAY OUT THERE

[adimouze]

In your opinion is this it? It’s definitely over? I want to be positive because the complete silence around Checo doesn’t sit right with me, but seeing Daniel like that reminds me a little bit of 2022, even if I think he knows what his future will look like. Now we have Ted and The Race “backing up” Danny and I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad sign. Red Bull literally fucked everything up

I don't think Ted/The Race backing Daniel up means anything, they would happily shit on his corpse again if it means more engagement I just think they were either 1) told or 2) realized that Daniel's stats aren't shit, in fact he's almost equal to Yuki in race results, and that pushing forward with an "out by COTA" narrative would look bad if Daniel isn't actually out by COTA. So if they start putting out softer statements like this they can say "oh well WE never believed the rumours!"

And honestly nonny, I can't begin to predict what RBR is doing so if they go insane and get rid of him by COTA nothing i say now would matter. BUT I do work in corporate law and (while i did have a mental breakdown over the rumours an hour ago) I don't personally think they can easily get rid of Daniel like that. Mainly because --

Idk if VISA is daniel's personal sponsor per se but they seem to have adopted him as a brand ambassador for the VCARB project. They probably would have clauses that require Daniel's presence at sponsor events and marketing. These are all guesses and idk if it's true for Daniel but usually the contracts I work with have these expectations. They would have PAID either VCARB or Daniel himself for his presence at these events. COTA would be one major event they definitely planned other sponsorship events for. Cash App would get a boost and they would need Daniel's face for it. It would incur them losses to have to sacrifice a name like Daniel Ricciardo for the rookie.

I know F1 contracts are apparently the flimsiest in the world, but Bayer did mention Daniel does not have any KPIs or performance clauses. It did backfire on him at Mclaren but I would expect his team to at least have some experience in avoiding this fate? But like, he isn't even racking up costs like Logan and in a dire skewed H2H. Like @danthropologie said, they have upgrades coming up that would need people who have used the previous upgrades and know how they work to properly utilise feedback in.

Also lol. Don't think even RBR itself would allow a midseason dump to Daniel at this stage. Prodigal sons would not be allowed to suffer such an indignity, especially if they want his goodwill back at some point? Yeah they definitely threw him to the wolves this weekend but...I personally don't think they would pull the rug on Daniel like that halfway through a season. They would at least let him tell people first so he/his team/RBR can capitalise.

He's a very good distraction from the Checo of it all right now. Daniel effectively removed the fact that RBR is failing, losing the constructors, Max is at risk of leaving from the news cycle. 2025 is another matter.

So yeah. Based on that, I personally don't think Daniel will get replaced. However I'm only a liddol person and I am biased so a lot of what I just said may be based on how I feel personally it should work out.

I'm worried for Daniel in 2025. But COTA? Not necessarily. Again I don't know shit. But I think a lot of thoughts.

[xenaisnumber1]

Legend of Korra Rant incoming so buckle in

Every time I attempt to rewatch the series, I'm reminded yet again that Mako ruined the series. Any scenes with him in it is ruined because of what an emotional abusive sack of shit he is and because I'm reminded that people still think this soulless garbage is a hero.

Let's go through the reasons for why he's garbage.

He doesn't give a fuck about his brother. People defend him using the fact he took care of his brother after his parents died to pretend he's an amazing dude and that him and Bolin have an amazing relationship. So amazing that he warns Bolin off of Korra because he was jealous despite Mako rejecting her then when he finds out about Bolin having a date with her, he confronts Korra as if she did something wrong. They kiss and when Bolin sees them, he then blames Bolin for having feelings for Korra. Then when he finds out that Bolin told Asami about the kiss he blames his brother. Man he's such a loving brother isn't he? FYI Bolin still acts like he's a great brother through the entire series. Not to mention how the trash bullies Bolin the entire series. He continuously dismissed Bolin's feelings to make himself look better, he's always screaming at Bolin about something like when Bolin is using Pabu to free the trash's useless ass. Bolin is the only useful one of the two. His earthbending and later lavabending actually helps throughout the series unlike Mako's useless firebending and the ligteningbending the writers forget about until they need to make him look heroic. Asami makes better use of electricity than the trash does. Take the trash out and you lose nothing but horrid abusive relationships between Mako and Asami and Mako and Korra. What a loss that would be. There's also the fact that they had a funny, sweet guy that was interested in Korra and the writers put her with the abusive trash who treats his brother like trash. Gotta love those healthy heterosexual relationships am I right? Can't have two women kiss on scene but we can have Mako emotionally abuse the female characters because he's a cis het dude and can get away with it.

Now let's go to Korra. That sack of shit is trash to Korra the first time they meet for no reason at all and when Korra expresses interest in him, he rejects her. But when she has a date with Bolin, the trash attacks her for it as if he has any say in anyone she dates. But then the sack of shit starts to date Asami. So apparently he doesn't want to date Korra but he'll make damn sure no one else will date her. She's nothing but a possession to him. But do you know what really made me want to explode. When Korra finds out that Asami's father was a terrorist, the heartless garbage had the balls to accuse Korra of being so petty and jealous over his worthless ass that she would accuse a man of being a terrorist. And when it was revealed she was right, the spineless sack of shit deflected responsibility yet again by saying it was hard to believe that the man whose wife was killed by a firebender would hate benders. And the shit writers want us to believe that he was such a genius they needed him to become a detective to make him relevant the rest of the series. Oh and the horror show isn't done yet. The piece of garbage that was pretending to care about Asami when he could use her to attack Korra suddenly doesn't give a fuck about comforting her after she learns her father is a terrorist. Korra has to tell his bitch ass to go comfort his girlfriend. And there are actually brain dead people who try to blame Korra to defend this soulless monster. That's why I automatically dismiss anyone's opinions if they claims Mako is a good person.

And oh my God what he did to Asami. She is one of the kindest people ever and that piece of human filth treated her like she was nothing. She was nothing to him but a weapon to manipulate Korra into staying with his manipulative ass and once he was done with her he threw Asami aside like she was nothing. He's always screaming at her like any time she's driving. He thinks he knows who to drive better than the woman who races cars for fun. And she always end up saving his worthless ass while he gets his ass handed to him. Anytime Korra's around, this snake had his hands all over her right in front of Asami without giving a damn about how he's hurting her. Because he's never given a shit about her. Oh and they still do this in the final two seasons. They have Korra hug the trash heap while Asami is right there. But I guess since they're not dating they have him keep doing the exact thing he did while he was emotionally abusing them when they were dating. And his narcissistic ass had the balls to go to Asami expecting her to heat up the tea for the woman he's obsessed with despite him actually being able to create fire. It's so petty and heartless and it's obvious he just loves to hurt Asami. Because the only respect I'll give the trash is not believing he's stupid enough that he doesn't know that every action he does hurts Asami. And she still allowed this snake to stay at her place because he had no place to live. And she allowed his family to stay instead of punishing them for what he did to her. She's one of the most forgiving people ever.

And the fact he suffered no consequences at all for what he did infuriates me. Asami and Korra immediately forgive him and the shit writers have them act like they need his useless ass along to help find airebenders. And they yet again try to make us believe that Bolin needs his trash brother to come with them because they need him. And of course he ends up being useless the entire season until they need to make him look heroic in the final fight scene.

And they have Korra talk to this trash at the end so he can cry that he'll have his back. He's never had her back and he's always been garbage. But the writers prove they are shit writers by doing what shit writers do. Force the characters to act like the trash is a good person by telling you he is when his actions show otherwise and by writing scenes specifically to try to make him look heroic to get people to forget what he did because they're lazy and couldn't actually put in effort to redeem him. They also couldn't have given us a final scene between Lin and Korra to parallel their first scene together to show how their relationship changed to one of caring? Oh that's right, they needed to force the trash on us to make us believe that he has a deep relationship with the woman he claimed falsely accused a man of terrorism because she was jealous he was with Asami. They have such a deep relationship don't they?

The fact that Su Beifong gets more shit than this garbage pisses me off. Idiots act like she's evil because she made a mistake that hurt her sister as a teenager even though she's shown she's changed after 30 years and actively tried to make amends. But the trash abuses the female character for two entire seasons then never apologizes and refuses to even be around them because he's spineless and they act like he's a hero because the writers stop reminding you what garbage he is every scene. It really is pathetic how easily people forgave the trash just because the writers stop reminding them he's trash. That's why anyone who likes Mako but hates Su isn't worth listening to. Because unless they are spoon fed that a character is good by the other characters they can't determine what a good character looks like. Lin and Su actually care about each other even if they have fought. Mako has always been trash to Bolin and has never apologized for anything he's done but people act like Mako's a caring big brother.

And he's trash to everyone in general. Every sentence out of his mouth is the most negative shit and he's the most unbearable character to watch for those who don't immediately forgive him because they want to bang him. He's trash to Wu but people think that was hilarious because Wu was selfish when we first met him and he hits on Asami and Korra. And yet he didn't treat them like trash like Mako does. And Wu actually has an arc. He actually cares about people once he pulls his head out of his ass unlike Mako.

And what infuriates me is that the writers acknowledge the horrid love triangle in season 4 but played it off as a joke. They had the asshole act smug as he's telling the story because he manipulated Korra and Asami into fighting over his worthless ass. Then in the reunion he whines that Korra didn't write to his narcissistic ass when she was experiencing PTSD. Then the writers had him attacking Asami and Korra over and over again for everything they were doing even going so far as to asking Korra if he should trust her Avatar feelings only to acknowledge that they're doing the same thing that they did during season 1, getting on each other nerves ie Mako being abusive to Korra. And the writers portrayed this garbage as a hero.

The writers ruined this show with their desperate need to make us like this horrid character. I can't watch a scene with the trash without wanting to deck him. I have to subside on fanfics now or just not watch any scene with that trash in it. I don't trust anyone who wrote that trash to write anything ever again.

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

A day at the museum with daddy little one 🌙

plot: Steven decides to take Isaac to the museum dispite his ex manager going to berate him for what Marc did from his fight with a demonic jackal…

a/n: This is the second fic the single dad au of Oscar’s moon knight and im sorry for my Jewish readers if I messed up on certain parts

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They were bickering about today plans again but this time they keep accidentally switching controlling the body , “Steven you can’t just take Isaac out to the museum now” Marc complained in control of his own body before switching to Steven to clap back his reason and making Isaac laugh at the switching “but Marc I wanted to show him all the Egyptian things and history of how the civilization went through and such” Steven retorts while cleaning up his breakfast and gets isaac clean up from the baby food mess, then looks at his reflection of a grump Marc. “and it’s your fault that you made me to take control of the body and made me look like I destroyed the loo that night!” Marc just made a face at Steven, “you’re still not over that incident!?!? How many fucking times I have to tell you that I’m sorry?!” “AY WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?! I AM TRYING TO SLEEP HERE IN THE HEADSPACE” Jake shouted he was exhausted from all the people he had to cabie drive around London last night for some high schoolers homecoming dance or something before letting going to do some Moonknight shit. Isaac meanwhile tries grabbing the Star of David around his dad(s) neck while continuing to bounce around in his high chair cooing, “well marc if you don’t like it then you don’t have to be co fronting for today” Steven said putting his foot down and points at his reflection accusingly when taking Isaac out of his high chair and getting him dress in a onesie for the cold autumn month ahead of them in England “ I’m just saying I don’t think it’s wise to take Isaac there okay” Marc looks at his son through the reflection of the fish tank tank “I just want to keep him safe” “we all do Marc…” Steven said reassuring him reminded him that the death of Randell wasn’t his fault. A small coo drought them back to reality as Isaac get put in the stroller while he kicks his tiny little legs up in the air in excitement “all right,all right lad we’re going on a trip are you excited” Steven said gleefully as he booped isaac’s little nose as they head out of the flat and heading to the museum. Dispite having a Jewish background, Steven can’t help but admire the big Christmas tree and decor in the lobby of the museum as he smiles at Isaac who apparently is taking a little nappy in the stroller he was pushing towards the Egyptian exhibit while he takes out a tiny straw cover out of the miniature pyramid of Giza and starts talking to Isaac telling him all about the history of Egypt about their gods /goddesses and its culture. “You see Isaac the Egyptian believed you needed your heart to be judged in the underworld. Only the worthiest would be able to pass through Filed of Reeds , believe it or not i and Marc were there for a bit when we-“ suddenly the rudest woman voice interrupted him “Oy , Stevie is that you you lout?” Steven goes pale and turns to see Donna, he’s ex boss that he and Marc thought that she might be fire due to a lack of empathy or emotion , not to mention Jake wanted to scare her or curse at her back when Steven was working for her. “Hello Donna” he kindly greeted her while trying to avoid her annoying gum chew which steven swears that she’s gonna blow up a bubble and pop it to scare him and wake up Isaac from his stroller nap “ and it’s Steven with a v Donna” Donna who is odlivous to see the baby stares at him with disgusted expression while holding a box of what looks like a Anubis plushie wearing a mini Santa hats on them while putting them down on the gift shop area “if this about rehiring you just to be a bloody tour guide then no your not gonna happen you dult” she’s said to him hurting Steven’s feelings like when he worked in the museum gift shop

“ well actually Donna that’s not the case here . I’m-“ he gets cut off by Donna again while Steven knows that Marc and Jake are trying to hold it together not to take control of the body and slap Donna hard in the face or for Jake see her choke on her own chewing gum as karma “then what is it then? You auditioning for a tour guide again?” She asked “because you aren’t ever going to be one” Steven frown deepened his also heard Isaac starting to stir awake from his mini nappy “well, That’s actually more crushing to hear now because I’m actually here with my baby son.” He replied with a fake smile while trying to sue pressed Marc or even take control over the body as his son rubbed his eyes and looking at them.

Donna looks at the newly awaken baby with a scoff a sign that she didn’t believe him “you’re joking right? Stevie Grant , a 30 year old virgin somehow managed to impregnated a gal and decided to raise the babe?” She remarked as Steven wince “well actually we-i mean uh…“ Donna cut him off again “so who is that lass that made a baby with without knowing they’ve unintentionally made a mistake making you this lad a Mistake …how are you even paying bloody child support when you don’t have a job? ” After hearing that Steven heart broken at that question …he doesn’t know why jake doesn’t tell them who the mother of their son is or why she decided to leave him in the care of them as Isaac started to babble as he was trying to say something to defend his dad(s) from Donna verbal abuse but he fail and starts to cry slowly, “Donna please you making the little lad cry” he started ‘or maybe he’s hungry or need a diaper change?’ Steven thought “besides I already paid half of the amount to fix the loo damages and which by away still wasn’t me” but as usual Donna doesn’t listen and start to berate Steven and at which point calls , little do they know Marc was watching through the glass reflection on a glass coffin clearly getting piss off at Donna and the fact Isaac isn’t liking the situation that Steven is in “damnit” Marc muttered and feeling like he has enough and he decided on what to do.…as Steven was about feel like he was about to have a panic attack, Marc Spector finally gain control of his own body and give Donna a cold expression “I suggest you stop there Donna” Marc said making Donna startled almost choking on her obnoxious gum chewing at Steven’s sudden American accent that just came out. “Excuse me-“ started but gets cut off by Marc “now listen here you woman, you may act like you own this fucking place and treat Steven like he worthless but he is not! I know people like you Donna Gertrude Oswald , people who don’t know that they are treating people with limitations poorly weather it is a sleep condition or someone going through.” He was anger “and don’t you ever call my son a mistake! I don’t have the answer why or who his mother is but no matter what the reason, That baby is my son and you Donna should have been fire from all the things you said and did to me and other coworkers in this museum, so I’m just gonna give you a warning …if you ever, ever do mistreat anyone like this again, I will not hesitate to give a call to HR about how you been abusing your job title” and with that Marc grab the stroller and starts walking the other direction switching back to a baffled Steven unware some guests filmed the whole encounter .

“You really didn’t have to do that Marc” Steven responded after calming down Isaac while sitting on a bench in the exhibit feed him his bottle and looking at the reflection in front of him “but I did and I was pissed at what she said about Isaac” Marc defended himself looking down, but instead of a mini speech from Steven but what he heard was something unexpected “thanks mate, I too didn’t like what she said about Isaac being a mistake” Steven told him “ though what you said will probably not change Donna behavior though it but you defending speech was amazing Marc.” That made Marc happy and Isaac coos reaching for a piece of the exhibit which was a mini figurine of Khonsu depiction in Hieroglyphs but give a hiccup when Isaac gets put back into the stroller and sucks on his pacifier.

After that Steven continues his explaining the stories and history to Isaac and goes to head home when it’s starting to give Isaac a bath and give a call to get him a babysitter for tomorrow night, When Steven check his socials, he froze when he saw a viral video of him (well marc) giving Donna a taste of her own medicine while the caption read “Karen gets exposed and puts in her place”.

tags: @guruan,@forwantofwill,@melodygatesauthor @ominoose

[violottie]

I cant stress enough how much bi lesbians and bi lesbian discourse flared up my SO-ocd, I was fine for a few months and then I returned to this side of tumblr and I get reminded of them. One of my worst fears is that I am somehow a “bi lesbian” or if after all these years of questioning and finally coming to the conclusion that I’m a lesbian I’ll turn out to be straight in the end. Idk if I should have stayed on the art side of tumblr but where else do I find other lesbians??? I wish I could go back to when I didn’t know “bi lesbians” existed it was easier back then. Apparently the only thing to make intrusive thoughts subside is to be like “so what if I’m not a lesbian, who cares” but I cant do that. I wanna go back to when I didn’t know there were people who deliberately fake being gay because that’s also one of my fears,, even though when I realized I was a lesbian it felt like I REALIZED it rather than chose it

(this is gonna be long but it's very important to talk about so just a heads up on that)

i am so so sorry to hear this, and im infuriated that these fucking creeps in the "community" have caused not only so much blatant lesbophobia to spread but also have caused so much harm to lesbians.

i am right with you because ive been through, and still go through sometimes, what you're experiencing. its terrifying that all this bullshit can snowball and make any doubts we lesbians already have from living in this heterosexual patriarchal society double and multiply even more viciously.

my internalised lesbophobia has worsened also. i doubt myself alot and more often thanks to all this bs. its... i dont even have words to express how damaging lesbophobia, especially from within the "community", is.

it causes harm and trauma and pain and suffering for lesbians, but all these stupid juvenile shits just think it doesnt matter because "uwu theyre so kweer and cool now"

it sucks... but i need you to know it is not your fault that you feel this way.

no matter what anyone inside or outside the community says, and no matter what your spiralling thoughts might make you believe as a result of lesbophobia inside and outside the community, you are not straight, you are not a "bi lesbian", you are not bisexual. you are a lesbian.

i know it is so so hard to just say but i promise you, nothing they say will ever ever change the reality of your lesbianism. i promise you.

it hurts, and its beyond infuriating to have to share space with these disrespectful bastards who coopt our lived experience for a moment of attempted self-actualisation, and that pain deserves to be acknowledged and soothed, not pushed away.

i wish i could give you a hug rn honestly because this shit just fucking sucks. i too wish i could go back to the time when these idiots werent even a concept in my mind or memory, but if there is any advice i can give you to help ease the torment of this constant barrage, it is this:

❤️🧡🤍🩷💖

1) know, for a fact, that nothing anyone, and i mean ANYONE says and no matter how loud they say it, will ever change the lived and exact reality of your innate sexuality.

nothing will ever magic away your lesbianism. it is wired into you, it IS you, a very central part of your personhood. that is not something that any words, especially words shat out of the asshole of a dickhead child on the internet, can ever change.

im not disregarding the hurt, im just reminding you that who you are, who you truly are, cannot change because of the words that hurt. especially because you know deep down that those words are not true.

because being a lesbian is who you are. it is not a quota to reach, or what you do, it is who we are. innately. you know where your natural attactions lie, what genders draw your attraction exclusively and without effort. you know that deep down. we are literally born this way. words cannot change that.

❤️🧡🤍🩷💖

2) the best thing to do whenever you accidentally glimpse said bullshit is to block them and focus on uplifting the actual lesbian community.

lesbians community is such an integral lifeline, i cannot emphasise the sheer importance of enough.

these idiots are, after all, idiots and do not deserve your energy, your time or your pain. they will never matter, and the truth is, they only exist on the internet among weirdos who have no sense of self so seek it by stealing bits and pieces from other peoples personal experience and identity.

they are and always will be inauthentic, unlike you.

❤️🧡🤍🩷💖

3) find and focus on the joy of your lesbianism individually and in lesbian community with other lesbians.

We lesbians are blessed to experience the best kind of human life possible: lesbianism.

our sexuality is bold and strong and proud and beautiful and brilliant and effervescent. it is perfect and brave and worthy of honor and praise and celebration and respect.

our community of lesbians is just as exquisite as we are individually. we are diverse and divine. every butch, femme, stud, stone, masc and feminine lesbian; every trans woman, transmasc, transfem and nonbinary lesbian; every black and brown and lesbian of color; every aromantic, asexual, aroace, non-partnering and polyamourous lesbian; every lesbian of every age and race is so overflown with wisdom and joy and love and brilliance. there is nothing more empowering as a lesbian and nothing that strengthens lesbian pride more than being in a community of lesbians and finding joy in ourselves through each other.

and im not just saying this to be mushy. i mean it. lesbians are divine, and thus, you are also divine.

you are perfect as a lesbian because you ARE a lesbian. you are incredible and intelligent and brilliant and brave.

nothing will change the brilliance of who you are, and in everything you are as a lesbian, you have a universe of lesbians who have been, who are and who will be, all of whom have not only been through the same and similar demeaning bs from the same kind of lesbophobic idiots, but they fought it back and survived and lived and thrived as lesbians.

you are just as strong as every lesbian who has been and is. and you are not alone. i promise you.

i am slowly rebuilding the community of lesbians on this blog that i had on my old one, but i promise you, on my blog you are safe. i swear, i will always always put lesbians first here, and that includes you. i will always defend and support and celebrate lesbians first here, and here you will find many other lesbians who will do the same.

❤️🧡🤍🩷💖

i know this was long, im sorry about that but i just need you to know that i see and feel your pain with you, and i need you to know that you arent going through it alone, and you are not alone.

we lesbians have always stuck together to defend and fight for one another, we have always survived, we have always been here, and we always will be.

i hope this reassures you in some way, and know you're always welcome and safe here ❤️🧡🤍🩷💖

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 99 - Powerless

Ophelia's song is almost done! She needs some Marshmallow snuggles first to inspire her!

Ophelia's almost done polishing things up when the power gets shut off! Apparently the squirrels messed with the power lines? Fantastic.

I mean, it's not a keyboard, so she could work on her song in the dark, but the disruption makes her realize how long she's been working.

Xander had been taking care of Gemma all morning, and Ophelia had assured him she'd take care of her after her nap. Well, she maybe let that nap go on a little longer than she should have…

Ophelia: Oh no, how long have you been in that diaper? Poor baby.

Looks like Gemma found a way to get back at her mom for letting her sleep in that dirty diaper for so long.

Ophelia: WOOHOOCK! How did you even do that? I didn't think girls could pee on people! Ewwwww.

Ophelia: Do you promise you're done peeing?

Maybe for now, but it looks like we discovered Gemma's third quirk! I don't think that was a one-time thing, unfortunately for her parents.

Xander: Not to criticize your diaper changing skills, but Gemma still smells like pee.

Ophelia: That's me.

Xander: …Do you need to be in diapers too?

Ophelia: Haha. Your daughter peed on me.

Xander: Oh, so when she does gross stuff, she's just MY daughter?

Ophelia: Yes.

Ophelia: I am NOT sitting in the dark for 8 hours while the Landgraabs fart around.

Xander: Well, we have kind of been homebodies lately. Maybe we can take Gemma to the park, see if anyone else is available to hang out.

Ophelia: Beats reading by candlelight like cavemen.

Luckily, Drew was available and Moses was back from his trip, so they were more than happy to go to the park to hang out.

Xander brought some sandwiches he had made right before the power went out, since they were going to just rot in the powerless fridge otherwise

What is this place? Who are these people? Gemma misses the comfort of being someplace familiar. She doesn't care that the lights are off, she wants to go home!

There aren't a lot of problems that applesauce can't solve. At least having her mommy and daddy nearby is making Gemma feel a little less scared being someplace unfamiliar.

Drew: The child life ain't for me, but I've gotta say, Gemma's adorable. Thank Watcher she doesn't look anything like Xander.

Xander: I'm right here.

Drew: I know, that's why I said it loud enough for you to hear.

Ophelia: I'm so glad we could hang out! Between the baby and songwriting, I've barely had time to do anything. Come on, tell us all about your latest escapades, Drew! Let me live vicariously through you, Party Animal!

Drew: There's not much to report on, really.

Ophelia: Come on, what about that woohoo partner of yours?

Drew: Dude, I ended that weeks ago.

Moses: And you haven't met anyone new?

Drew: Honestly, I'm getting kind of sick of the woohoo partner thing. It's too much drama. We can't all suck so bad at it we fall in love.

Ophelia: Do my ears deceive me? Does Drew Padilla want to settle down?

Drew: Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in marriage, but it'd be nice to have someone to woohoo AND do couple shit with.

Ophelia: Nothing wrong with that! If you want something different, go for it.

Ophelia: Speaking of couples, how did you and Ian like your trip?

Moses: It was great. Henford is as beautiful as ever. I miss it sometimes, but at least we got to see Mum. And uh, we actually did something a little spontaneous, so don't get mad I didn't tell you guys.

Moses: I don't know if you guys noticed the ring but it's not just for looks.

Ophelia: No way! You guys got married?!

Xander: I didn't even know you were engaged!

Moses: We weren't! It was very spur of the moment. Mum isn't getting any younger, and I wanted her to be there.

Moses: I'm so sorry I didn't invite you three. It was so short notice, and Ian's family didn't support his transition so I didn't want to remind him how fewer guests he'd have on his side.

Ophelia: Trust me, I get family stuff, but we support you both no matter what.

Drew: Congratulations! I just wish you'd told us before I blathered on about my stupid crap.

Moses: It's not stupid. That's what friends are for. Besides, marriage wasn't a huge priority, hence why we waited so long.

Ophelia: Well it's still something to celebrate!

Moses: Ian wanted to get married before we had kids, so that was another thing.

Ophelia: Wow, really? You're going to have a Science Baby?

Moses: We think we want to adopt. Hopefully they'll be as cute as Gemmy.

Even with applesauce all over her sad face, she's still adorable.

Xander: Congrats again, man. I'm happy for you and Ian.

Moses: Thanks, mate. Any chance you've got dad advice? I've read a few parenting blogs…

Xander: No amount of preparing will ever make you feel ready, but it's the most amazing and exhausting thing I've ever done.

Moses: I was the youngest, I was never around babies growing up. I've never even held a baby.

Xander: Well, you're in luck. I've got one of those right here.

Moses: Are you sure? She seems a little scared.

Xander: I'll be right here. She has to learn to be around other people.

Xander gently passes Gemma over to Moses.

Xander: There, see? She loves her Guncle Moses.

Moses: Guncle?

Xander: Gay uncle.

Moses: Ha! You're her pansexual father and I don't see you calling yourself her 'paddy'.

Xander: Cuz that doesn't sound as funny, does it, muffin?

Ophelia and Drew move to a nearby bench to chat, girl to enby.

Ophelia: So Libby told me you guys have been texting a lot lately.

Drew: Yeah, she's got cool stories. I can't believe you gave up an astronaut for Xander. I mean he's one of my best friends, but, total downgrade.

Ophelia: Libby also doesn't want to get married or have kids. And she's super sweet and loves doing 'couple shit'.

Drew: Ophelia, you'd better not be suggesting what I think you are.

Ophelia: Why not?

Drew: Because she's your ex!

Drew: Libby's cool, but I'm not risking our friendship over a girl. You mean too much to me.

Ophelia: I appreciate that, but I was so young when I dated Libby. It feels like forever ago. I have a whole-ass husband and baby now. Trust me, there's no lingering feelings there.

Ophelia: I love Libby as a person but we were totally incompatible. Your lifestyles line up more than ours ever did. It's fine if you really don't want to, but if you want to ask her out, you have my blessing.

Drew: Thanks, O. You're the best fake daughter a fake dad could have.

Ophelia: Ooooh, Libby just posted a pic at a nearby bar! You could go there and do a meet cute!

Drew: We've already met.

Ophelia: A meet again cute!

Drew: Look, I'll think about asking her out, but I'm not ditching you guys. You're a loyal Sim too now, you should know that!

Xander: You and Libby, huh? I don't know much about her besides that she likes waterfall woohoo but hey, so does my wife so I can't judge.

Ophelia: Xander, not in front of my fake dads!

Drew: Waterfall woohoo is baby shit. I've woohooed at the top of the volcano.

[philtstone]

22 (kisses on head) Sam Wilson & dealer's choice

its been 84 years & i finally finished writing this .... inspired by life events bc apparently thats how most of my fatws stories seem to work these days. also shoutout to @foolgobi65, my bestie and co-middle aged fictional man. miss u so much, praying that in 1 month i will be a 60 dollar flight away from u, etc etc

It takes Sam a few tries to make the call.

Okay, so maybe that's hypocritical of him. It's okay to reach out to people when you need 'em, Buck. I'm here if you need to talk about anything, B. You know avoiding the world won't make anything easier, man.

Yeah, yeah -- so Sam's sometimes a textbook example of do as I say, not as I do. His sister would be the first to remind him of this, loudly and annoyingly. Recently, Bucky's taken to agreeing with her -- loudly and annoyingly, after he's given Sam a mildly amused eyebrow at the liberal shortening of his already short nickname -- but it's hard to remember that, and the general cross bleeding of their lives over and across like veins, when he hasn't seen Bucky in a month and their texts have been few and far between.

Not for any nefarious reason or anything. Sam's just been busy. Sitting in interminable meetings with assholes. Getting asked inane leading questions about his stance on global politics. Trying to push through the legal work of actually getting clean water to multiple places in literal first world nations. Bull-fuckin’-shit, Sam thinks. There is perpetual grit behind his eyes. The urge to dangle senators by their ankles from the top of multi-story buildings is real. He and Bucky did that a couple times, in the early days, but then Rhodey got in trouble because of it, so they agreed to ease off for a bit. So now Sam hasn’t even got that as an outlet, and it’s on him to figure out this messed up world for everyone else 'cause for every person who seems to care to try it, there are hundreds more who couldn't give a shit. He needs a vacation. Or a reset. Something to remind him what being Captain America is really about.

And Bucky's -- well, he's definitely not retired, but Sam thinks he deserves some peace and quiet, after everything.

The phone rings a fifth time. It's two in the morning. Sam sits in the dark quiet of his hotel room and is about to swipe end call and just content himself with a short text hey man, how's it going? when suddenly the call connects.

Sam squints.

"Why am I looking at a weird corner of your ceiling?" he asks, before his tired brain can catch up to the possibility that maybe something is deeply, horribly wrong, and there are bad guys there, and their mutual worlds are about to end for the twentieth time.

Then Bucky's forehead pops up from behind the kitchen counter.

“Sam, hey,” he says, before Sam can question further. The phone camera shakes like it’s being propped up against something by a hasty hand, “Gimme a sec, I’m in the middle of something.”

The forehead disappears. Not in a normal way, like Bucky walking out of frame, but in a weird way, like Bucky dropping below the counter to the floor.

“C’mon, ya little twerp, slow down a second …”

“Uh …” Sam wets his lips. “Is now a bad time?”

“‘S fine!” calls his friend’s disembodied voice. “Talk, I’m listenin’.” There is a thump, and a small yowl, and a distinctively Bucky-flavoured grunt. 

Sam can see the edge of Bucky's stove behind him and slowly registers the warm kitchen lighting and mess of kitchen implements strewn ... everywhere.

"What ... exactly are you doing?"

"Wrangling," says Bucky. "How've you been?" 

Could be better should be Sam's honest response. Instead he blinks at the obvious noises of scuffle, the muffled thud of metal limb against laminate kitchen island, some plaintive meows, and ...

Squeaking?

Peep peep peep peep peep.

“Fuckin’ – Alpine!”

“I told you that cat’s possessed,” Sam says, for lack of anything else to contribute to the mystifying noises coming from his phone. 

“Aha!” yells Bucky. There is a particularly despondent screech, and the peeping ramps up in intensity. 

Three months ago they’d got caught trying to bust some superpowered underground fight club and spent two days stuck in some underground bunker under threat of fighting in said club. Could make big bucks, taking bets on Captain America and the Winter Soldier. Sam wishes those violence-mongering assholes could see the two of them now.

Bucky’s head reappears.

“She’s not possessed,” he says. Sam can’t exactly agree, when directly to Bucky’s left, the little white housecat he found in the dumpsters behind his apartment last February is doing her best to wage feral holy war against the impervious plates of his left hand, which has got her hovering four feet above the ground by the scruff of her neck. Bucky himself seems unbothered by the crazy feline trying to maul his hand, and in fact unbothered in general, despite his wild case of bedhead, hole-ridden pajama shirt and slightly faded underwear all captured in frame. His other hand, stretched all the way out in the other direction, is held tightly in a fist.

And it’s squeaking.

“Bucky,” Sam says slowly, “I get that you got this whole nonviolence thing goin’ on right now –” It’s been a new thing Bucky keeps bringing up in sardonic therapy speak, always raising his eyebrows to show that he’s the only one allowed in on the joke, as if Sam knows he hasn’t touched a gun in three years – “but is two am really the right time to stop your honest to God housecat from takin’ out a mouse in your kitchen?”

“Mouse?” Bucky says with a frown. Then he grins. “Aw, no, I found him in the elevator today. Dunno how he got there.” Then, with impossible gentleness, he brings his fist up to the blurry camera, so Sam can see the fuzzy yellow crown of a tiny, very squeaky duckling.

Sam stares.

“That’s a duck,” he says.

“Duck-ling,” Bucky corrects. “He’s kind of helpless. Kept falling over on its own ass ‘til I brought him up. I think he was in shock.”

Peep, says the little duckling, as if agreeing. Or maybe as if to say, And then you exposed me to your psycho cat, asshole, you don’t think that was traumatizing? 

Maybe Bucky speaks duck better than Sam does, because he only grins, widely, and then proceeds to press a small kiss to the top of the duckling’s head.

Sam feels like he must be dreaming.

“You adopted a duckling?” he manages.

“Not officially,” Bucky protests.

“You can’t just adopt a duckling in Brooklyn.”

“I got a bathtub!”

“You got a shower cubicle, man.”

“Okay, fine, I got a sink.”

“Dude, you can’t rehome a duck in your tiny ass sink.”

“He hasn’t got anywhere else to go, Sam, he’s just a baby.”

Sam gestures in mild distress to the cat, who is still trying desperately to escape her vibranium bonds. “Is this not considered a barrier to duck adoption?!” he says.

Bucky sighs, the kind that slumps your shoulders up and down. He holds Alpine up to his face, sternly. She is midway through attempting to chew his wrist with her pointy little cat teeth. 

“You got wax in your ears? Knock it off, Sweets. Whaddaya want, more attention? You want a kiss on the forehead, too?”

“I do not get paid enough for this,” Sam says, putting his head in his hands and staring across the room.

Peep peep peep agrees the duckling.

“Look,” Bucky says, gesturing with his duckling hand. “I’ll think of something.”

“Something stupid,” says Sam.

Bucky doesn’t seem bothered, though. “So what’d you wanna talk to me about?” he asks.

Sam pauses. He’s got to think about it now. In fact – the edge of need that had been present just four minutes ago has mostly disappeared. He takes in Bucky’s disheveled appearance again. 

“You still goin’ down next weekend?”

It is a long weekend. Thanksgiving, to be precise. Sam has spent many a Thanksgiving dreaming of his sister’s cooking; he’s not sure he has the mental fortitude to skip out on it this year, when nothing world-ending is happening.

Bucky gives him a weird look. “Sure. Are you?”

“Delacroix’s still doin’ its food drive, right?”

“Sure,” says Bucky again. He scratches an itch behind his ear with the watch strap around his right wrist. The duckling squeaks. “Maybe you should go.”

“Maybe I should,” Sam says. He doesn’t feel relief, exactly, but there is a cousin feeling, somewhere in his chest, that he does not have words for at two a.m., “to make sure you won’t be pullin’ lame moves on my little sister.”

“You wouldn’t know a move if it danced naked in front of you, Sam,” Bucky says, without missing a beat. Alpine, who has been quiet since threatened, makes a sudden, aborted move towards Bucky’s right hand. Smoothly, behind the counter, Bucky takes a couple steps back and opens the empty garbage can with his bare foot before dropping Alpine into it. “Behave,” he tells her muffled protests. 

“I know so many moves. I am super smooth with the ladies. And your pasty ass better not be doing any naked dancing, or we’ll have words.”

Bucky lets out a very long-suffering sigh. “Just because Ms. Gloria next door likes me best …”

“She makes a mean sweet potato pie every Thanksgiving,” Sam agrees sadly. “I used to get that extra piece, you know?”

“I can’t say no when Sarah invites me, Sam, come on.”

“So she inviting you now, is that how this works? She doesn’t invite me.”

“That’s ‘cause you invite yourself. Or she bullies you into coming home.”

Both of these things being true, they are both laughing before Sam knows it. He is decidedly less exhausted than before. Tired, sleepy, sure, but not exhausted. Bucky has now moved on to cleaning up his kitchen one-handedly, which he’s gotten pretty good at recently. Bucky himself counts it as progress, and so does everyone else. 

Sam catches his breath. “Yeah, alright,” he says. “I should get some rest, then.”

He gets subjected to a long look through the camera. “See you next weekend?” Bucky says finally.

And maybe that was the exact question Sam had been itching to ask. It’s been a long while since he’s had a friend that’s basically family. It hits different. Sam’s happy to get used to it again, bit by bit.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. I don’t think I can tell you all the shit I’ve been dealing with unless we’re out in the middle of nowhere.”

Bucky narrows his eyes. “For security reasons or Sam-telling-a-story reasons?”

“Man, I can tell a story over the phone.”

“Yeah, but you like having the ambiance. Brings the best out in you.”

“Fishing and stories just mix right.”

“Whatever you say, Sam.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, maybe you can bring that little fluff ball with you. Can you imagine takin’ that thing through airport security?”

Except, oh no. Bucky’s eyes are widening with the sharp glimmer of a new, stupid idea.

“Huh,” he says, aloud. Peep peep, says the duckling. 

“You are not foisting that duckling on me,” Sam says.

“You do have a bird-themed costume. And Sarah’s house has a bathtub.”

But before Sam can open his mouth to argue, there is the loud crash of the garbage can tipping over, and the blurry white figure of Alpine pouncing onto Bucky’s head. 

“Shit! Alpine!”

Sam divines that he’s dropped the duckling.

“You know how long it took me to catch him?!”

Mroooow, howls Alpine, who is now on the counter, blocking most of the frame.

To the renewed sounds of frantic peeping from the kitchen floor, Sam laughs. “Dude,” he says, “you know your neighbors hate your ass right now.”

And it’s maybe fitting, that the last thing he sees before he ends the call is Bucky’s disembodied metal fist, flipping him the bird.

[evilrat-sabre]

Welsknight Season 7, EP 1 and 2 a Rat's report

So I started watching Wels season 7 again for reasons™ and decided I should take notes, not only of what he does, but about things I observe around the server, so here is my trying to understand my own notes and sharing with y'all. Idk if I will do it again, but I had fun doing this.

Note: I did it again! NEXT

INSANE "Starter" House! | Hermitcraft 7 - Ep. 1

27:04 length, posted 23 may 2020. Watched 30 January 2023.

Wels starts the video referring to it as Season 6, he says that he just had a nap, and he is ready to go work in "projects"

He finds it weird that no one is online Cub enters the world and gets weirded out with Wels being on the word Wels talks with Cub in the nether hub -Wels calls Cub a vex and this makes me unreasonable happy -Wels refers to season 7 as "the future" He goes through a suspicious diamond portal and ends in Hermitcraft season 7

At season 7 Cub gives him some of Scar's crystals, He grabs two:

"Courage of the lion" and a "A gift of love", because I quote -Love is all you need-

Some time observation notes:

Grass and mycelium mix in the Shopping District, this is before the war.

I see a Mumbo for mayor map, I am still not sure what point in the mayoral election this is.

It's before the nether update: The button is alive.

I probably should mention he builds his starter base, it has a lovely colour pallet.

This is where my episode one notes ends, but I went a little bonkers with episode two notes,

Mines & Landscapes | Hermitcraft 7 - Ep. 2

26:15 length, posted 27 may 2020. Watched 30 January 2023.

He starts mining and talking about the burnout he was going through, apparently he took a 8 months break of minecraft, started streaming and swapped to a more general gaming content creation.

Personal note: This reminded me why I started watching Wels to begin with; the man was receiving awful comments, because of his lack of minecraft posting. I was new to the fandom and hadn't ever watched him before, when I got here he was already going with his now very familiar cycle of posting minecraft and vanishing for some time, maybe posting another game and maybe posting nothing for months. I will not lie, I started watching him of pure spite to the awful people that felt like it was a acceptable comportment to go to this guy's comment section and talk shit about how if he wasn't going to post he should get kicked out Hermitcraft. I said it at that time and I will always repeat: You are aren't entitled NOTHING, Wels and honestly any other youtuber, by default owns you nothing, and being a little hater will only ostracize you from other people from this community. aNYWAY; I got hooked in his Binding of Isaac series, and to today he is my favorite youtuber, and his videos -Minecraft or not- bring me great joy. Okay back to my report.

*Spams clicks his bed when the sun starts to go downs* "Bdubs isn't online, someone gotta fill up" Sir, just admit you have a sleeping problem /j

*Insert epic wither skeleton killing montage here*

The button is dead. Wels comment at seeing it dead: "The Gift machine is broken, good thing I didn't spend a long time camping, I could be hurt"

Wels starts going through the mayoral candidates and starts reasoning why he wouldn't vote to some of them

Mumbo: "I can't in good conscious support Mumbo, because I don't need a spoon" (Personal note: I was so amused I anoted the time stamp 07:15) Scar: Scar offered cats for everyone if he wins and I quote Wels "I don't even like cats" (Personal note: Even your favs can do wrong; sometimes living in denial and turning a blind eye for things is a good thing to do /hj) Doc: "I don't know, where I will even begin" (Personal note: "this green man was occupied having a child", Its a good start of a explanation and "He is a menace and a threat to society" is also a very reasonable one. Joe: "He isn't running for mayor" (Personal note: Yeah, he was running for something even better, the whole Dog catcher thing, may be one of the best things I ever saw in minecraft. "Create a problem that only you can solve, so now you hold political power over your fellow friends and coworkers") So this leaves Wels with two good option False and Stress, he can't really decide so he leaves his concrete vote in both of them. (Rat's reaction : Yesss, vote in our queens, oh brave knight!)

10/10 he would book again

Why is he killing the wither with a axe?? (I know why, but let me fins him weird)

He is doing his starter base interior; I am having House flipper flashbacks, at least it isn't grey.

No one sells feathers, Wels commits murder of the poultry category.

He send letters to his close neighbors, it starts with "Hidey-ho neighbor-" and I am smiling wide and losing my marbles.

Every neighbor receives two blue flowers, with exception of Jevin who receives two yellow ones (Persona note: I find this funny, because Jevin is the only one I am aware that blue is his favorite color)

Some time and world observation notes:

Barge was updated from Ep 1 to 2, Wels complimented it.

I just saw Grumbot- Oh god the shopping district was so ugly. (My actual live reaction)

This is the end of my report for now. God I am nostalgic, Season 7 was the season I got into Hermitcraft, and it fills me with joy seeing if from the pov of my favorite youtuber.

[nighttimeebony]

My reactions, thoughts, and predictions that I had while reading Percy Jackson: The Titan's Curse. At least the ones I bothered to write down. Spoilers below the cut. Also, fair warning, this one is way longer than either of my previous reaction posts. I had a lot of thoughts.

EDIT: part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5

I feel I should mention that the Percy Jackson books have objectively the best chapter titles

The mental image of Sally driving Percy and his friends to get their ass beat like it's just an after-school sports club is hilarious to me

Ooh, Thalia has hypnosis wind

So Thalia didn't age while she was in that tree? Because I remember she was much older than Annabeth at the time of her death, but now she, Annabeth and Percy are all the same age. Huh. Okay then.

NICO DI ANGELO!!! I've heard about you! You're gay! And he has a sister! Oh I am delighted and ready to love them!

Thalia insulting Grover's music taste.

ANNABETH IS TALLER THAN PERCY

Aww, Nico defending his sister.

OH SHIT, IS THORN A MANTICORE??!???!!

"They're not dolls! They're figurines!" Sure, sweetie.

CALLED IT

Bianca is great.

Oh my God, Nico, you beautiful nerd! XD

HUNTING HORN?!!?!!! SILVERY ARROWS?!!?!??? IS IT ARTEMIS?!!!! PLEASE TELL ME ITS ARTEMIS!!!!!

HOLY FUCK, ARTEMIS'S HUNTERS!!!!!!!

Zoë Nightshade is easily the most badass name I've ever heard in my life.

ARTEMIS!!!!!!!

Please tell me Annabeth is okay. I will not be okay until I know that she is

Oh my God, Nico! XD Also, chill, Percy, he's just a baby.

"Besides, I hear they rebuilt the cabins you burned down." Excuse me, what?!

Percy, leave Bianca be! Besides, you don't even know her! She can be a badass warrior hunter lady if she wants. What even are your hang-ups about Artemis's hunters? They saved your life.

Oh, wait, that's right. Camp Half-Blood needs more people to keep it protected. That's right.

Good for you, Bianca, but I can't say that I would ever leave my little brother to become an immortal virgin. No offense to them, but girl, your brother needs you. You may have a new family, but you're all he's got.

Oh, I love Artemis calling Apollo her annoying brother. Do we get to see them interact? I pray that we do.

Grover simping for Artemis is so valid.

Thalia thinking Apollo’s hot is so valid.

Apollo being an obnoxious kind-of hippy going through an anime phase is the greatest idea anyone has ever had. He's so stupid, I love him.

Apollo's comment about pretty girls turning into plants reminded me of the myth about the time where one of his boyfriends turned into a flower after he died. Hyacinthus. Because we cannot forget that Apollo is canonically bisexual. If Rick Riordan doesn't (at some point) acknowledge how gay ancient Greek mythology is, I'm going to riot.

Dating must be really weird at Camp Half-Blood. And between demi-gods in general, right? Because, technically speaking, they're all kind of related to each other. I guess it just works differently since the gods aren't human, so there's not the same case to be made about genetics and the potential for incest. Or maybe that only applies to kids who have the same god parent. Like how Percy sees Tyson as his brother. I’m wondering if the kids from other cabins feel the same way. Like, do kids from different cabins consider themselves siblings? Does Annabeth see the other kids from Athena’s cabin as her siblings? What does the dating scene even look like at Camp Half-Blood? Is it considered scandalous to date other members of your own cabin? Or do some people think it’s taboo or whatever to date other demigods in general? I don’t need sleep, I need answers!

Ohhh. Okay. So apparently Thalia has aged while she was in the tree, just very slowly. So if Percy is 14 and Thalia can pass as an 8th grader like him, and she should be somewhere between 12 and 19, if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say she's about 15 or 16.

Oh, hey, I was right. Thanks, Apollo.

Aww, poor Thalia. Lol. I was the exact same way when I drove for the first time. Literally had a panic attack on the spot, and I wasn't even controlling the Earth's temperature.

Yay, Tyson! I was worried we wouldn’t see him again until, like, the last book or something.

Aww, it’s so sweet that Tyson wants to see Annabeth. And it’s adorable how cool he thinks she is.

Wow, Luke really is an unbelievable bastard. Annabeth is smart, she was smart to question him, but when the rocks started to fall, her instincts drove her to protect Luke, because even though he’s an unbelievable bastard, Annabeth still can’t help but harbor positive feelings for her. For the longest time, he was family to her and she loved him, so of course those feelings are still there, even if she knows it’s illogical.

Wait. Annabeth is holding up the ceiling of a cave, which Percy acknowledges that she shouldn’t be able to do. So… is the cave ceiling actually the sky? Like how, in Greek mythology, the sky is held up by the titan Atlas? In the mythology, Heracles trades places with Atlas holding up the sky while Atlas helps Heracles complete one of his twelve labors, and when Atlas is about to leave, Heracles tricks Atlas into taking back the sky before bolting. Like how Luke tricked Annabeth into holding up the cave ceiling before leaving her alone to hold it by herself.

Okay, Grover, chill out with the stalking, bud.

I guess Grover and Annabeth take turns getting damsel-ed. Last book was Grover’s turn and this book is Annabeth’s turn.

Don’t worry, Percy, I forgot about that scarf too.

Okay, not liking how the Hunters are portrayed. Because when Artemis says to give up love, she only means romantic love, which is clearly not the only kind of love. Greek mythology practically invented the concept of differentiating and identifying different kinds of love. The Hunters should know that, but the way they act towards the other campers is really… I dunno, gross? They act like their way of life is the only way that matters, which is super fucked up coming from the people that follow Artemis.

“I wondered if there was any way I’d looked that ridiculous when I’d first arrived.” Percy, that was literally only two years ago, get off your high fucking horse. XD

Thalia static-shocking people when she’s annoyed is golden and I love her.

Oh, fuck.

OH, FUCK!

Oh, we love the prophecies… Yayyyy.

Okay, guessing time. Artemis is chained to a rock, which immediately made me think of Prometheus, the titan that gifted fire to humanity and was punished by Zeus to be chained to a rock and have an eagle eat his liver every day for eternity. But then the Oracle mentioned that one must withstand “The Titan’s Curse,” which could be another reference to Prometheus, but I don’t think so. Because in the myth, Heracles killed the eagle and freed Prometheus from his punishment, so I’m pretty sure it’s not that, but you never know. Then I remembered Annabeth and my prediction that she’s currently holding up the sky like the titan Atlas, and the Oracle said that “one must withstand.” Admittedly, my knowledge of Atlas and his mythos is shaky at best, and I don't remember him ever having a "curse", but I guess holding up the entire sky is about as "cursed" as it's possible to be. And the Oracle saying that “one must withstand” makes me think that something happened to Atlas, so now someone needs to hold the sky in his place or else the sky will collapse to the earth and the world will end, or something like that. So that’s my prediction, that someone will need to hold up the sky in Atlas’s place for the rest of, well, forever. I don’t have a guess as to who it could be, though.

Also, someone is apparently going to die. And be killed by their god parent. Awesome… Super looking forward to that inevitable heartbreak… I hope it’s not either of the di Angelo kids, but they’re both new characters, and I know Nico becomes more important later (purely by accident and through pop culture osmosis), and since I had no idea that Biance even existed until I started reading this book, I am terrified that that means Bianca is going to die. I pray that I am wrong.

Wow, Thalia is petty and I’m kind of living for it.

I love that the Stoll brothers are basically Greek Fred and George Weasley.

Wow, Zoë’s kind of a bitch. She won’t travel with Percy because he’s a boy, and apparently Grover doesn’t count as a boy because he’s a satyr. Super fucked up.

You know, Artemis did have male Hunters. It didn’t happen often in the mythology, but there was a pretty famous male Hunter of Artemis named Hippolytus. The thing about Artemis’s Hunters isn’t that men weren’t allowed to be Hunters, it’s just that men typically didn’t choose to be Hunters, because one of the reasons why Artemis’s Hunters joined her in the first place is because Artemis protected the women in her care from the sexist constraints placed on them by Greek society at the time. The reason why men didn’t typically become Hunters is because they didn’t need the same kind of protection and escape from Greek society that women did. And Artemis didn’t hate men on principal, she hated the fact that men were the ones who used their positions of power to discriminate against and abuse the women in their society.

Aww. Grover’s such a sweetheart.

I love Sally.

Percy has so many damn Dreams™ and nightmares I have to wonder if this kid ever sleeps.

Apparently Percy knows the names of the pegasi, which is adorable to me. And this one is apparently Blackjack, which is a great name for a horse.

Aww, I want a baby serpent cow.

Aww, Nico. He's precious and I love him. Protect this child at all costs

Oh, I know about Ariadne. Theseus ditched her on an island after she helped him navigate the labyrinth and kill the minotaur. That's how she met Dionysus. I'm pretty sure they got married not too long after.

Aww, Dionysus and Ariadne are still married. That'd be kind of sweet if Dionysus wasn't such an asshole.

Yup, I know about Medea too.

Did they really just give Dionysus the Snape treatment? He hates all heroes on principle because one of them was cruel to his wife? He thinks he’s justified in harassing children because they’re training to be heroes, and he thinks that all heroes suck? Wow, dude. Get a life.

Oh, cool, Bianca’s forgetting things now. Nothing sketchy or sinister about that, I’m sure.

Is the General the titan Atlas? If my earlier theory was right, then he's gotta be.

Excuse me, teeth?! Plant them?!

Oh, wait! I think I know what that’s talking about. In Jason’s myth, he had to yoke a field with the teeth of (if memory serves) fire-breathing oxen. I don’t remember what planting the teeth did, but I’m guessing it wasn’t anything good.

HAH! Saber-toothed tiger kitties popped out

The General talks about mortals the same way I talk about fanfiction and anime

OH FUCK THE NEMEAN LION

“Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.” Truth.

Wait… what’s going on with Bianca? There’s something fucky going on with her memory.

“‘Bianca,’ Zoë said. ‘How long ago…’ Her voice faltered.” FOR FUCK’S SAKE, RICK!

Ain’t no way this friendly homeless guy isn’t some kind of hell monster.

Oh. I stand corrected. Not a hell monster. Probably a god. The gods love disguising themselves as old people to test mortals

The Mountain of Despair. Sounds fun. I wonder if this is the mountain Prometheus was chained to, since it’s powered by titan magic and all that.

Ladon… I know that name. I recognize that, but I can’t for the life of me remember his myth or anything about him.

*in reference to one of Percy's dreams* Oh, wait. Is this Jason and Medea?

Oh, nope. It was Zoë. I figured she had some kind of bad break with a boyfriend or something, but I dismissed it at first because I figured she was too young. But I guess if she was around during ancient Greek times, that sort of thing doesn’t matter.

Oh, hey! I once visited Cloudcroft, New Mexico! It was a nice little place.

“I was never very comfortable talking one-on-one with girls anyway…” Okay, Percy, you and I both know that is a lie. Annabeth is, like, your best friend.

"'Bianca,' I said. 'That hotel you stayed at. Was it possibly called the Lotus Hotel and Casino?'" Oh no.

Seventy years?!

Oh, fuck.

99% sure Aphrodite is the one in the car.

WAIT, HOLD UP! IF BIANCA AND NICO WERE BORN MORE THAN 70 YEARS AGO, THAT MEANS THEY WERE BORN BEFORE THE BIG 3'S OATH, RIGHT?! SO DOES THAT MEAN MY THEORY ABOUT HADES BEING THEIR GOD PARENT IS RIGHT?!?!??!! OHHHHHHH, SHIIIIIITTTTT

"When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth." AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Aphrodite is the patron goddess of shippers.

What the hell, Aphrodite, chill, lady.

"You act like it was real." Percy, this is Greek mythology. Every single star/constellation was either a person or an animal before this whole mess.

"It... it was for Nico. It was the only statue he didn't have." OH MY GOD!! ToT

"If anything happens, give that to Nico. Tell him... tell him I'm sorry." WHY??!!?!?? LITERALLY DON'T!!!!!

"Here we were in the desert. And Bianca di Angelo was gone." WHAT THE FUCK?!!??!!! WHY DO YOU HATE ME!???!!??

No, but please tell me she's not dead. The prophecy just said "lost", not dead. And there's no body, so she could still be alive. Rick hasn't killed anybody yet, Bianca cannot be the first. I refuse.

The Hesperides! That's why Ladon sounded so familiar! He was the dragon!

"'But--' Gurgle, gurgle, the naiad spoke in my mind." RICK!!!!!! FINISH YOUR GODDAMN SCENES FOR ONCE!!!!! THIS IS THE KIND OF STRESS AND ANTICIPATION THAT MAKES PEOPLE LOSE HAIR!!!!

I like that Grover, Percy and Thalia actually listened to Annabeth ramble about her special interest enough that they can just recall random facts like that. It's an adorable little friendship detail, but also fucking sad. I miss Annabeth.

Hah. "Dam". Let these kids swear. They deserve it.

"'Nah,' I said. 'Not that high.'" Aww, Percy's a good friend.

Hah. Statue fucking.

Oh no! Is Bessie the monster! No! But she's so cute!

PLEASE DON'T KILL THE BABY COW SNAKE

"'This is Atlas's mountain,' Zoë said." LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO

"'Yes,' Zoë said bleakly. 'Atlas is my father.'" THE GAME JUST FUCKING CHANGED

*after finishing chapter 18* ......... Fuck, man.

Wait, why isn't Hades a part of the Twelve Olympians? And why haven't we heard any mention of Demeter's demigod children? I can't remember the last time the Demeter Cabin was even mentioned, if it ever was.

Well, I guess Thalia joining the Hunters is a pretty roundabout way to have the prophecy be about Percy.

"But I will be watching, Percy Jackson. I do not approve of your friendship with my daughter." Well, then you're gonna hate what happens later.

Aww. Percy and Annabeth have matching battle scars. Sort of. Still sweet.

Oh, no, Nico.... Baby.....

"It was a statue of Hades, Lord of the Dead." OH FUCKING SHIT

"A son of Hades." OH FUCKING SHIT

HOLY SHIT, PAN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

[hils79]

Hils Watches Taxi Driver - Ep 1

I was a bit underwhelmed by the last couple of kdramas I watched, but @nubreed73 recced this one and we have fairly similar tastes so I am hopeful. It's got a score of 9.7/10 on Viki which seems like it might be a good sign.

I've been warned it's a bit harrowing and I'm kind of a wuss but we'll see how I get on with it. Hopefully it's not too gruesome because I'm watching this while I eat lunch 😅

Well, the drama is called Taxi Driver and a convicted pedophile just got released from prison and got into a taxi. I think I see where this might be going...

Person in taxi realising the car is going the wrong way is a classic

Oh my god the car's got gadgets. Okay, this is more fun than I was expecting.

So at this point he already has a team and the operation is running like a well oiled machine. Presumably at some point we'll have a flashback and find out how he ended up doing this and working with all these people

I love her already

I love that we are 20 mins into the episode and he hasn't spoken a word yet

Ooh there we go he finally spoke. I'm enjoying this!

Oh no I love him. Apparently people driving like dicks is another crime he won't tolerate

I mean that's one way to advertise your business I guess

I love that there is a vengeance video game. Like someone sat down and said 'I know the best way to get our clients to decide if they want to hire us or not'

Holy shit there's a vengeance taxi batcave underneath the legit taxi business. I love this so much!

I love her too

I'm getting found family vibes from these four even though I know nothing about them

Well, if you're going to say that, I need him to drive through a wall at least once

I've realised why I'm enjoying this. It's reminding me of Leverage.

Ah, here we go. It's flashback time.

Yep, I am on board with this. Thoroughly enjoyed that episode and I look forward to watching more