#b said if we really get into playing it a more expensive one can be a birthday gift. but otherwise chances are we'll mess with it

[thenetvvork]

Fell in love with a $200 ukelele but had self discipline and got a $55 one 😭

[dufferpuffer]

It's really unfortunate that people look at Lycanthropy in Harry Potter and go "It's super yucky the author said she based it on HIV"... ...and then that's the extent they consider it as disability representation: A failure. An insult. The HIV shoe doesn't fit, so it's bad and should be ignored.

A comment from the Author outside of the books has so thoroughly coloured what is seen inside of the books in the dumbest way. When has a fantasy illness EVER worn the shoe of a real disability and had it fit...? Just because authors can be dumb idiot fucks doesn't mean the depth of experience they write doesn't have any merit, consciously or subconsciously - for better or for worse.

It's our job to be smart enough to pick the bones from the blorbo's we are fed - and to be delusional enough to treat them as if they are analogous to real experience, to chew out as much as we can from his narrative. That's the point of fiction. B^)

+ Remus has an invisible disability. (That alone is rare to see) + For multiple days a month he gets visibly unwell - Pale, peaky, weary... he feels off-colour. It heralds his worst symptoms. + Every month he experiences excruciating pain, the humiliation of losing control of his body, the terror of losing grip on his thoughts. Sometimes he self harms in this state. + For multiple days after - he is fatigued. All day laying down. Can't even sit at the table for Christmas lunch or do things he enjoys. + He struggles to keep weight on because of it. Any weight be puts on through the month is lost, leaving him thin and ragged again. ~~~ + The only treatment for his symptoms doesn't help much - and is deeply unpleasant (and a bit degrading) to take. + It's also expensive and difficult to get - he has to see very particular practitioners and jump through hoops to even have a chance for it, in a society that is hostile to his disability. + Even when treated - his condition prevents him from working to a schedule. He needs special facilities and support just to manage. + His poor health may lead him to run late on his work tasks, even when treated and supported adequately. + His disability makes him unemployable. He will not be hired BECAUSE of stigma against his specific condition. + His illness is contagious, which complicates how he lives his life and how he see's himself - as well as how others treat him. + There is rampant misinformation on his condition, probably equal or more than accurate education. Everyone has wrong assumptions and will cling to them tooth and nail.

Like this is is GOOD!!! These symptoms and situations aren't representative of any one disability but I bet most disabled people have at least SOMETHING they will strongly resonate with.

That's not even getting into the fact his mental health is bad BECAUSE of having to live with a disability without support - in rich ways that are allowed to be messy and complicated, that aren't trying to pander to able-bodied people so they don't feel uncomfortable... that don't smooth over the horrors of being unwell and knowing you will never get better and nobody will understand you.

Disability in media most of the time is just "This person lost an arm and the memories make him sad :^( don't worry though his robot arm is better than a normal one :^)" and "I use a wheelchair, and sometimes it can be hard - but all my friends don't mind :^) It rarely ever gets in the way, and when it does, everyone comes together to help me! btw I play a sport" And that's it. Oh sorry I forgot "Blind person but they have super senses"

Those tropes can be done well. But to get anything outside of them is so, SO fucking rare... so it is weird that when Remus has existed for over two decades as a disabled character with depth and nuance... He isn't discussed as he is a poor representation of a single diagnosis.

[sampirism]

talkn bout my opinions on rook and varric and roleplay and feeling disconnected (roleplay in a game sense not the freaky sense. sorry) - SPOILERS FOR ENTIRE GAME, BEWARE. this post is WAY too long. sorry about that too.

it's very evident that bioware/EA wanted an action/adventure game first and an RPG second, but let me type at you.

i hate to say that i didn't feel particularly sad about varric's fate, due to the structure of the game. it is, in hindsight, completely obvious that he was not alive! i just hadn't been thinking about varric much at all the entire game because you have limited opportunity to talk to him in the infirmary or when he plops around barefoot when everyone decides to sit at a table and talk about how fucked we are. i genuinely forgot he was there otherwise.

he barely feels like a guy himself. because there's no personalized worldstate, any specific mentions to events or characters might be jarring to the player who may have made a different choice along the way.

no one talks about how sorry they are about varric because they CAN'T or the twist is completely revealed. even with another DA2 character in the game (who my hawke romanced. who is now dead in the fade. glad to see you're LIVING IT UP ISABELA!!! (I'm jk. a little.))

there's no response rook can say to condolences outside of "oh, thanks" without the game fully revealing its Twist, because "I'll tell him you said hi" and "he'll be up and walking in no time!" are only reasonable responses from a Mourn Watcher, and even then, should still cause your companions to be a little alarmed. the closest we get to this is the inquisitor making reference to lost friends, and rook visually registers it, but its swept under the rug and moved on from immediately.

(i know we're all mentally unwell in this lighthouse repressing our feelings but jesus christ)

despite spending two games with him and enjoying him as a character, I struggle with feeling much for his loss AS my rook, because i found there to be no meaningful connection between him and rook. i was only told i was supposed to have one.

the game wanted so badly get the ball rolling with an immediate threat, its at the expense of roleplay. you could argue that da2 and inq also started with Immediate Threats but you are also very limited in the choosing of your backstory in those games.

rook was deliberately designed to be more open-ended, with more similarity to origins, but still gave you a prequel where you felt what your life was before The World Began To End.

there's this conversation you can walk in on with lucanis and davrin, where they're talking about their worst jobs. there are three dialogue for rook I think and i can only remember two but they were "I don't want to talk about it" or "man I have the dreadwolf in my head". (I... honestly think the third option was very similar to the second one but I have a very bad memory. sorry)

i played a mourn watcher mage. i had to have done some messed up spirit stuff. some bone shenanigans. not able to mention my Down With Nobles rebellion at all. i halfway expected it to be revealed that my rook was just like a shitty pawn (haha) and actually all her memories are fake and not real. but obviously you meet people from your shared backstory and they do know OF you but they don't really know you

in mass effect 1, there were some unique missions related to both the backstory and psychological profile you picked for shepard. they were short, and nothing happens like that in 2+3 that i remember, but they are unique to your character and are something at least.

no one really asks you much more about yourself! mourn watcher rook is literally Found In The Crypts as an Infant, an incredible mystery that you have to fill in the blanks yourself, which could be something someone wants-- but i personally like my characters a little more predefined in a game such as dragon age. vague history worked for me in games like skyrim and fallout new vegas, even baldurs gate! but makes me feel wholly disconnected from the story and group here.

there was a fair amount of dialogue choices for mourn watcher, especially with Emmrich-- talking with emmrich was one of the few times my rook felt like A Person-- but there were other times that my companions seemed to think emmrich was the only necromancer/watcher on the team. (i even specialized in death caller!)

by containing all the dialogue with companions to ! markers and outings, it's weird to be unable to have any conversations without being able to provide personal insight, whereas some NPCs in inquisition actively asked you about your past.

its particularly noticeable because of lucanis, whom my rook romanced. the dude has a lot to say about nevarran culture and the necropolis and such, and we can have zero conversations on the matter lol.

maybe this is like, really a mourn watcher thing? maybe it feels better as a crow or a warden. but if you offer me the choice to be a freak crawling around in a tomb. i am going to be.

TLDR: i really feel that a prequel mission, a recruitment by varric then a timeskip, a personal quest tied to the consequences of your backstory, something, anything, to make rook feel like an actual part of the world, was a necessity and sincerely a missed opportunity. if you actually read this far, thanks!

[vorish-wonderland]

I saw your rook story and loved it! How about vil giving a punishment to mc and Epel for them messing with his make up?

Includes: soft/safe vore, teasing (I think?), unwilling prey

★✦Special Punishment...✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

"Epel... do we really have to do this??" You asked, not wanting to go along with whatever this is.

"What, are you chicken or something? Come on, it won't even take that long!"

So. Turns out that wasn't a good idea.

You had done it earlier today, just a quick little joke, one he probably wouldn't even notice!

...that's what you thought, at least.

You and Epel were playing war in your shared room, when suddenly, a loud yell rang out across the dorm.

"...oh no." You squeaked, assuming that was about what you and Epel had done.

"Stop being so jumpy, he could've just chipped a nail or something, heh." Epel smirked.

The door was suddenly kicked open, and Vil was standing in the doorway, absolutely furious.

"...oh."

"Heyyyyy Vil...!" You nervously say. "We, uh... we were just talking about you...! All good things, all good things-"

"Were you perhaps talking about what you did?" He's still speaking politely, but it looks like he's about to burst a blood vessel.

"Ohhhh... haha... you... you saw that...?"

"It's not that bad, Vil! I mean, you're okay with movie critics and acting critics and haters and stalkers and all that all day long, I think you can handle a little prank." Epel says, still trying to go ahead with your card game.

Vil suddenly grabs Epel by the wrist and drags him out of the room.

Alright, you have three options.

Stay here in the room (bad idea)

Flee, by running out of the room while Vil is busy with Epel (also bad idea)

Go out the window (worst idea)

What will you choose, what will you choose??

...

Sorry you took too long.

"GET OVER HERE." Vil angrily says through gritted teeth, grabbing you by the wrist as he did Epel and he drags you out of the room.

"H-hey-! Hey, listen, Vil, a-all of this was Epel! I was against this from the start, Housewa-"

"You were still complicit." Vil nearly hisses at you. "Do you have any idea how expensive that set is?!"

"...nooooo...???" You nervously smile, hoping to look somewhat confident. It doesn't work.

"Oh really? The price tag that was still on it due to me not having opened, or even unpacked it yet didn't give it away? Gehirnverweigerer."

"What did you call me-?"

He does not elaborate. He just keeps dragging you along with him, to wherever he's leading you.

Ah, that weird secret lab Pomefiore has. Why does the dorm have it? Something about the legend of The Fairest Queen or whatever...

"Vil, can't we just talk this out? Like I said, I didn't do anything here! It was just Epel! It was all him!!"

"As I said, you were still complicit." He glares at you. "You just stood there and let Epel eat my new palette!!"

"...aha... yeah... uh... sorry."

Vil splashed a potion on you.

You started shrinking rapidly. Much faster than you'd expected.

...hey, where's Epel?

Where's Epel, and why did Vil make you shrink with a potion?

Vil grabs you off the floor, his hand like a claw machine... you, the helpless toy being grabbed.

You're about the size of a handheld pencil sharpener. Vil lifts you up all the way to his face, glaring at you the whole time.

"Can we please just talk about this-?"

"No."

Well, it was worth a shot.

Vil drops you in his mouth, but he doesn't swallow you down immediately. No, of course not.

No no no, he's mad at you. He wants you to be uncomfortable.

Vil rolled you around in his mouth, making sure not a single part of you wasn't absolutely drenched in his saliva... your dorm uniform is so long and flowy that it uncomfortably sticks to you because of how wet it is.

This goes on for a full five minutes.

By the end you were honestly just so exhausted that you just let him swallow you... mostly because you knew that the more you struggle, the more uncomfortable he'd purposely make you.

This sucks. It's like a waterslide, but also one of those weighted blankets, and also a finger trap that goes around your whole body...

Vil probably won't kill you, it'd be very bad for his publicity if he did. So at least there's that.

Well, now you and Epel are in Vil's stomach. You don't know how long you'll be in here.

"...I wish we still had our playing cards, then we'd at least have something to do." Epel groans.

"You say that as if this isn't entirely your fault." You retort as you roll your eyes.

"What that have to do with us having nothing to do in here-?" He shakes his head. "Uh, regardless, you were involved in it too! It's just as much your fault as it is mine!"

"I'm not the one who ate Vil's brand new eyeshadow palette!!"

"But you didn't stop me!"

"I TRIED. YOU DIDN'T LISTEN."

"Whatever, no need to play the blame game. Let's just admit this was both our faults and... I don't know, just sit in here I guess." Epel sighs.

As much as you wish he'd admit he's the one that caused this, he's right. This "experience" will just feel even longer if you two argue the whole time.

So... time to just sit in here for the foreseeable future, I guess.

[hongherbac]

[Serizawa centric] The Humanity of S&S - Chapter 3

Read it on AO3

Chapter: 3/6

Fandom: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100 Rating: General Audiences

Non-Romantic Relationships: Seirizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka & Dimple

Summary: Serizawa got a frustrating phone call, and his power didn't like that.

CW: emotional blackmail

Chapter 3

"Hey, Serizawa, don't you think that's a little bit too much?"

Reigen's voice brought him back to reality. The evil spirits had long since been destroyed to ashes under his power, leaving only the original possessed wardrobe, which was gradually burning black from the center, and even began to smoke due to the psychic powers.

Serizawa quickly withdrew his hand, "Right, right, sorry! I was distracted!"

The client came back from outside, "Why are you apologizing? How's the exorcism going? Is everything okay?"

"Oh, no problem at all! The evil spirits have been completely eliminated." Reigen greeted the client with a big smile, "It's just that, after all, the evil spirits are the embodiments of the dead with lingering grudges. Even though they need to be purified and eliminated for the sake of the living, we still have to pay them some respect. You see, this scorch mark is evidence of the spirit's ascension."

"I see. Thank you very much."

Reigen and Serizawa were on their way back to the city. As usual, Reigen had asked the client for travel expenses, but in the end, they either walked or took the bus. They had a lot of time anyway, but their income was inversely proportional to it. In addition, Reigen had always complained that his physical fitness couldn't keep up with Mob. He said that he should exercise more during the day, while going straight to the ramen store after work. As a result, only these little bits of stingy transportation time could dig this  lazy, pre-middle-aged guy out of his chair.

"Serizawa, what's troubling you?" Reigen said casually with his hands in his pockets.

Serizawa was startled. But it's Reigen-san after all. Of course Reigen can see right through him. Serizawa had barely slept last night and had nightmares after he finally fell asleep. Now, there were still dark circles under his eyes.

"Reigen-san… what should I do when I start to doubt myself?"

"Why are you suddenly thinking of such a heavy question?"

"Um, for example," Serizawa struggled, "when answering multiple choice questions, there are always two options left, right? Say, I've already chosen the answer B, but when I go back and check, I start to feel uncertain, and I can't help thinking that I should have chosen the other one."

"Huh?"

Reigen was expecting some kind of bigger problem, not something as trivial as a pop quiz. Being so concerned about exams and grades, surely Serizawa was still just a junior high school student inside. It might seem trivial from an adult's perspective, but it was indeed the main focus of student life, and also an important source of confidence.

"Ah… I understand. That happens sometimes. And if I later realize that I made the wrong choice, I would feel so regretful and think that I should have chosen the other one."

"Yes! Besides, if I keep hesitating, time will just keep passing. I've already wasted a lot of time. It's scary to think that I might spend it on the wrong options again."

"Uh-huh. Time constraints can be very stressful."

"What would you do if it were you, Reigen-san?"

"Well, I've never really cared much about such things." Reigen scratched his head, "It doesn't really matter. It's just a small part of life. Even if you get it wrong this time, you'll learn from it next time, right? Your diligence, and the effort you've put in, won't be shaken by this. In any case, I won't look down on you for that."

"That's very wise, Reigen-san."

"No big deal." Reigen tried to play it cool, "Let's stop by a convenience store before we get back to the office. I'll buy you a snack. No more than 200 yen."

They passed by one. Reigen told Serizawa to go in first, as he needed to withdraw some money across the street because ATMs in convenience stores charged a service fee.

A cool breeze came from the refrigerated shelves. Serizawa relaxed. Every time he talked to Reigen-san, even if it was just for a few words, he felt relieved and his thoughts became much clearer. He felt a little guilty for his doubts and thoughts of quitting his job, as if the wavering had not only affected him, but also offended Reigen.

He browsed the shelves, each product beautifully packaged, all designed to attract customers. To others, they looked ordinary, but Serizawa liked them. It was amazing how many colors there were in the world.

Bzzz… Bzzz…

The cell phone in his pocket vibrated, and he took it out. It's Mom.

"Hi, Mom?"

"Katsuya, I heard you turned down the job offered by President Ito?"

Serizawa was so shocked that he almost dropped the phone. He felt as if his stomach had suddenly been hollowed out. He quickly asked, "How did you know about this?"

"Ito-san just called the house. His voice sounds so young, but he acts very mature. I wish you'd learn more from him."

"How did he get our house number?… No, forget it. What did he say?"

"You should be grateful. He said a lot of nice things about you, and he wanted to invite you to his company. But you didn't accept it! What were you thinking? It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet such an outstanding person who appreciates you so much."

"But, Mom, I'm really happy with my current job…"

"Katsuya, you are still such a stubborn child, just like always." A heavy sigh came from the other end of the line, "Mommy had never understood what you're doing… You say exorcism? How am I going to tell people about this? I can't even hold my head up outside. You should grow up. Stop thinking only of your own feelings. You have to look at the bigger picture."

"No, it's not just about the feeling! I'm not losing control of my abilities now. I can use my power to help others, and I'm doing something meaningful. My boss and co-workers were very kind, and they care about me."

"… You mean, that scary ability?"

Serizawa felt dizzy.

"Since you can control it, it's better to hide that dangerous thing."

"Mom, stop."

Clatter. Clatter.

"What do you mean, 'stop'? I'm saying it for your own good. Do you know how hard it is for Mommy? After your father left, and you became like that, I've had to handle everything at home alone. I've even thought of taking you with me."

"…"

"Then we met Suzuki-san. What a wonderful man, who took you out of your room, and taught you how to return to society. But just a few years later, you said, ‘I've made a mistake, I'm quitting,’ and started doing those strange things instead. It's all because your father was away, and I was too busy making money to teach you well. How else could I have raised such an ungrateful child?"

"It's not like that! You got it all wrong… Please leave me alone."

Clatter. Clatter.

"Why are you so mean to me?" The woman's voice sobbed slightly, "How could I possibly leave you alone? You're my son. Of course I want you to be happy. But you're always like this. Other people's children are taking responsibility for their parents. I don't want you to be like a normal person, but at least don't let me worry about you all the time, okay?

Serizawa was about to retort, but he swallowed his words when he heard his mother sobbing.

"Just go work for President Ito, alright? Mommy won't hurt you." Bzzz. "Let's quit your job today. It's work time. Your boss should be around. Give him your cell phone, and let Mommy talk for you-" Bzzz. “Katsuya, are you interfering with the signal? Mommy I…home…can you hear me…ahh…emd…“

Snapped. Serizawa closed the phone, his heart pounding wildly as he felt the blood rushing to his head.

-Bang!

The muffled sound of something falling made him look up, only to realize that all the items in the store were shrouded in a faint purple light, trembling uneasily and violently on the shelves, almost being shaken off the ground. It was the overflowing emotions that unconsciously activated his psychic power.

Serizawa hastily reached out his hand, trying to retrieve the energy. However, his hand was shaking. The energy is turbulent.

Don't shake. Control it, before you get everyone into trouble. He gripped the wrist with his right hand. Clatter, clatter, clatter. Things shook even more violently. Packages of potato chips fell to the ground, then floated back up. Other items also floated up slowly, and the rebar groaned as it was dented by a powerful force. Please, stop. Widening his eyes, almost panicked, he tried even harder to contain the whirlwind of energy, but it felt as if the power had a mind of its own, slipping through his fingers like a flood, hissing to be released. He knew what would happen next. A familiar sight that had long been absent. It was going to be bad. People would get hurt. They would scream, cry out in fear. So,he can't let that happen. He MUST control it.

He couldn't. Serizawa was almost exhausted, but  it seemed as if he had forgotten how to use his powers, like he was falling into a deep, black hole. On the contrary, the purple energy kept pouring out, on the verge of exploding. He was desperate, screaming helplessly inside. Please, stop.

Please, somebody stop me.

Whoosh-bang. With the sound of the umbrella opening, he felt a shadow rise above him, blocking out the blinding pale daylight and most of his vision. The world suddenly became a small place. The umbrella wrapped around him. It felt small, dark, bare, but simple.

Suddenly he could see nothing but the smooth, grayish-white fabric of the umbrella, and the expressionless face of Reigen.

Things fell back to the floor. Shelves creaked with relief, and lights wobbled. In the distance, there were some rapid footsteps and frightened gasps from the clerk. But under the protection of the umbrella, those sounds felt very far away.

"Are you all right, Serizawa?"

Reigen held an umbrella for both of them which he had taken from a bucket a few seconds before. His voice showed no emotion.

"Reigen-san, I…"

"I know. No need to explain now. Did you get hurt?"

"No."

"Good. Everyone is fine. It's just a few things falling off. Don't worry."

"Okay. I'm really, really sorry…"

"As I said, no need to explain now." Reigen gestured for them to head outside. As they passed the counter, Reigen put some bills and coins on the table, covering the cost of the umbrella.

They stepped out of the convenience store. The sun was shining, but it was cool under the umbrella. Cars were rumbling, and the crowds were milling. Muffled conversations blended into an indistinguishable white noise. Nothing was affected by the commotion in the store. Serizawa had always concentrated with a furrowed brow, giving his all. He must be facing some very difficult problems that even his psychic powers couldn't handle… No, at times like this, his strong power might be a burden instead.

Reigen had never seen him look so miserable. Even when he encountered the most powerful evil spirits, even when he was confronted with the uncontrollable and simply unbeatable Mob, Serizawa had always concentrated with furrowed brows, and gave his all. He must be encountering some very difficult trouble that even couldn't be handled with psychic powers… No, at times like these, his strong power might be a burden instead.

People couldn't hear when they were overwhelmed by emotions. Reigen patted Serizawa on the shoulder, told him to leave work early and get some rest. Serizawa replied in a low voice, took the umbrella from Reigen and walked away in a daze.

"We should have a chat tomorrow." Reigen muttered to himself.

Serizawa returned to his humble apartment. He inserted the gray umbrella into the bucket, right next to the old transparent umbrella he had been using for years.

He didn't turn on the light, and the curtains had been drawn for years. Though it was not yet night, the room was dim. Instead, he turned on the game console and picked up the well-worn controller. The screen lit up, with rough pixelated graphics flashing intermittently.

Game after game. Virtual characters never grew tired, but the person playing in reality did. Barely sleeping last night, Serizawa hunched over in front of the TV, feeling his body getting heavier and heavier, his eyes sore, his concentration breaking sporadically, and the mistakes becoming more and more frequent. The clock seemed to be moving very slowly, but when he looked back, it suddenly jumped a long way forward. He unwrapped a carton of drinks he had bought earlier, absentmindedly realized that he had forgotten to buy the snack. He also forgot to buy dinner. Even forgot to go to night school.

Serizawa rubbed his eyes, trying to refocus. It was not that he cared so much about the score of the game, but it filled his mind with those sound and light effects.

The night was getting late. The already unlit room did not seem to get any darker. The clock showed two-thirty. He really should go to bed - especially if he wanted to be able to go to work tomorrow. But a resistance overcame his reasoning. He started the next game again. And then the next. And then the next. It seemed that if he stopped to sleep, tomorrow would come right away.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would have to get out of his room, head to the office, and explain to Reigen-san about his loss of control and the early departure. He would have to call his mother and apologize for hanging up so rudely in the heat of the moment. He would also run into Ito-san at the night school, who would surely ask him about his considered decision.

Took a deep breath. He could do it. He had been helped by so many people, and he had come so far. He couldn't go back anymore.

He should leave his umbrella in his room, and walk out the door with just his briefcase. He could no longer rely on others, but had to face the world on his own, maturely and independently. A world that is so wide, so sprawling, without any boundaries.

He could do it.

He HAD to do it.

… Just one more game.

[6okuto]

FIRST NEW YEAR AWAY FROM HOME

cove holden x gn!reader | happy new year again!! i greet u all with tooth-rotting fluff with the most perfect guy ever

celebrating new years somewhere other than his living room in sunset bird, surrounded by both your families, was one thing cove forgot he'd experience.

music plays softly on the speaker in the corner of the living room as he fiddles with the edge of the throw blanket on his lap. the new year’s celebration on the t.v. was barely louder; it was more of a clock rather than something you were actively watching.

you make your way over from the kitchen and almost immediately notice the way cove’s mind has wandered off somewhere. he turns at the sound of you and greets you softly, shifting so you can sit comfortably beside him.

it’s always easy to find your place in cove’s arms, and it’s like your own know where to rest comfortable around his torso. cove places his head on top of yours and you smile, despite him unable to see it.  "what were you thinking about?”

"hm?” he blinks slowly, as if barely registering the words. "oh, nothing really. just how weird it is that it’s just us celebrating together this year.”

"what? you'd rather reminisce about all our old embarrassing photos with our parents than spend new year's with me?"

"no, but they made a really good dinner, and it was fun not having to pay for it," he muses.

you laugh quietly but ultimately agree. it makes you think about your place back in sunset bird; your moms were probably getting their own celebration ready for the countdown, and you wondered if it felt even weirder for them than you.

"well, considering how many new years are ahead of us we should probably learn to get a little used to it,” you tease him softly before thinking out loud. "we can visit home for some of them though. stay for the holidays longer, maybe? depends on the hotel or if we could manage to clean up our old rooms since it could get expensive.”

it wasn’t a concrete plan, but it’s still unexpected how your idea is met with silence. you tilt your head upwards and call out, "cove?"

"yeah…" the one word reply has you moving to actually face him, and the sight of cove’s teary eyes takes you by surprise. he lets out an airy laugh at your worried expression before shaking his head. "sorry, you just—you brought up how we’d keep celebrating and…i don't know. i guess i forgot about that, and i'm just really happy we get to be together for it."

“cove,” you say with a pout. “i mean it’s true, we’re gonna have dozens of new years together. you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

it’s a lighthearted remark but cove still shakes his head, firmer this time, and sighs before saying your name. “i’d never want to get rid of you.”

he tells you plainly yet in a comforting tone, and you say nothing, only blinking at him in response. it takes a second for him to realize what he’s said, and cove becomes flustered as soon as he does.

you coo at the blush painting his cheeks, moving to cradle his face for a kiss. he whines your name when you pull away with a loud smooch sound. yet he can’t stop his giddy smile as you laugh and place more down his temple to his jaw. his hands move to rest on yours as you hold him, and he smushes his cheek against your palm.

he takes the opportunity to speak when you pause to look at him. “we’re gonna miss the countdown you know.”

“okay,” you say easily before placing another kiss to his nose. “this is more important. i’ll set the clock back 20 seconds and it’ll be like nothing happened.”

“is that how it works?”

“yeah, time zones or whatever. blame it on lag."

he snorts before wrapping his arms around you, leaning so you fall backward. he squishes himself between you and the couch, causing the both of you to giggle again. cove brings his forehead to rest against yours, and you think it’s a wonder how you don’t get lost in his eyes as he stares at you adoringly, even as you register the 10 second countdown beginning behind you.

10...9...8...

cove brings his hand up to rub your cheek with his thumb, and his voice is gentle. “i love you.”

you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop whatever cheesy love-sick grin threatens to appear. “i love you, too.”

the countdown seems to get louder in your silence. you know if you don't turn around you'll miss the sight of the fireworks, yet you can't pull your gaze away from your long-time neighbour and boyfriend—though you think it doesn't matter when he can't seem to look away from you either.

3…2…1…

the clock strikes twelve, and you feel the world shift in your chest at the thought of more years to come with the man you love. fireworks explode; cheers and hollering join the sound of them from the television, and outside as they fill the air. the lights colour his face in quick flashes from the window, but cove's aquamarine eyes never seem to change.

it's a new year, and you smile at the thought of beginning it here, this way. “happy new year, cove.”

cove holds you tighter with a smile, replying softly, “happy new year.”

@lordbugs @xfangirl-trashx @fifteenshadesofpinkk @lotus-sukimono @bakugosgrenade @vhenis @anime-ships-gay @dreamtydraw

[beasts-of-jadewood]

Super Lesbian Animal RPG Is The Best Video Game I've Played Since Minecraft

Now that I've finally regained my ability to make publicly visible posts, I'd like to take a moment to gush about the critically acclaimed indie game classic Super Lesbian Animal RPG by @ponett and associates.

Holy shit. Holy shit? This game is so fucking good you guys. Are you kidding me? I know the title sounds like a stupid joke and there is actually a lot of humor in this game but you know what? This is a video game that's worth taking seriously. I've never given a shit about romance as a genre before getting into @slarpg because all the romance stories I've seen as a kid are either dragged-out "Will They, Won't They?" types, painful divorce stories, or fucking Romeo and Juliet. There seems to be this overwhelming belief in the genre that the greatest obstacle faced by a truly happy couple that's meant for each other is the process of getting together, and once they've gotten together the story can end. Of course, anyone who's ever had parents knows that shit isn't true, which is why I'm so fucking happy that SLARPG is a romance story about a couple that's already together and it showcases how they can have disagreements and awkward moments but still overcome them and keep going. I love that shit.

In my opinion, the most important thing a turn-based RPG developer needs to do is make sure the plot of their game is solid. With a more action-oriented game like the Souls series or Armored Core, the story doesn't fucking matter and nobody cares about it. People are in it for the exciting, challenging gameplay. If you show them a crisp parry animation that feels better than sex when you time it perfectly or a sick-ass command grab from a boss or whatever, then they're already sold without even knowing who any of the characters are. But you can't have those things with a turn-based RPG so the story is the most important part, and holy shit did SLARPG have the story nailed down on a cross and ready for worship.

See, I've spent my entire life searching for more stories that are relatable to people who live in the real world but at the same time provide a better alternative to the bleak reality we all know and don't love. SLARPG is one of those stories. Melody and Allison will talk about shit like housing being too expensive and Claire will mention how she doesn't talk to her transphobic parents anymore but they're also able to find happiness and stability with the power of love. It gives the game a sort of hopeful undertone that it's meant to represent the real world if people had the courage to do something about all the awful shit we have. Basically, SLARPG shows that misery exists in its world without normalizing it. Every drop of tear shed by Melody is treated with the immense gravity it deserves. At no point did the game say "This suffering you feel is just what happens in the world, better get used to it kid." but it also simultaneously shows how it's possible to move forwards from that sadness one step at a time. I fucking love that shit.

Read more for spoilers.

Now, getting into spoiler territory. I really like how this game also managed to marry its personal, emotional conflict with its greater, physical conflict. At no point in the game are you made to feel like the action-packed excitement of "Fight enemies, save the world." is interrupted so the characters can work through their private emotional insecurities. No, the characters' emotional insecurities and the world-ending threat they face feed into each other and feel as though they're one in the same. Even the main villain was revealed to be someone suffering from similar insecurities in the end and it's the protagonists' ability to make a positive example of themselves that played a key role in defeating her.

Speaking of the villain, she actually made me briefly consider not liking this game since she initially said that she wanted to destroy all the world's evil and recreate the world in a better state, only for the heroes to immediately try and stop her. I had a huge issue with this plot development at first because I hate it when people who wish to change the world for the better are portrayed as the bad guys for some reason. That is, until SLARPG revealed that its main villain was just making up an excuse and simply wanted personal revenge for the perceived murder of her wife that didn't even actually happen, while the heroes wanted to stop her because they were understandably ignorant and afraid of what the fuck her plan actually meant and how many casualties it might cause. In other words, the villain never actually intended to make the world a better place and was thus not portrayed as a bad person for doing so. She wasn't portrayed as a bad person at all, in fact. Rather, she's more depicted as someone blinded by her own rage and victimized by enabling trolls who wanted to start shit for fun, which made her far more relatable and interesting in my opinion.

All in all, I think SLARPG was great. It's a thematically consistent and tonally hopeful story with a good message and relatable characters. The game itself also left quite a few unaddressed antagonists like the evil crypto-mining corporation that keeps the reanimated corpses of former employees as slaves, or the mysterious being from the astral plane that possessed the protagonist and was never truly defeated. These things make me hopeful that we'll get a sequel or DLC or something one day, and I'll be there to support this series every step of the way. Bobby, if you're reading this, thank you so much. I haven't seriously enjoyed a contemporary work of fiction for years now but this game reminded me of how it feels to actually love a video game for once instead of playing through it out of spite like I did with the Souls series. Keep up the good work, for real.

[kiefbowl]

I just tried out a W/B deck on spelltable and loved it! I play dimir irl but I think I'm just a fan of anything with black : - ) My friends and bf all have really expensive OP decks, and it's been a lot of fun beating them with my little fairy precon with minimal upgrades hehe. The golgari sound really cool, do you play standard or commander?

Oh I'm running a mono white weeny lifegain cheap deck on standard in arena right now and it does really well against bad players with "everything good" decks, I love beating them with it. It has no legendaries or planeswalkers lmao

I play everything. I got in via commander, like everybody now a days :) Then I got into standard via arena. But now, my favorite format is limited (aka drafting). I think it's where the game design shines. Commander is still fun, but in a lot of ways it's a "solved" game. Like you said, your bf and friends have these expensive figured out decks, the longer you play the longer you realize you can only experiment so far. That's not to discourage you, but to actually encourage you by doing deck building challenges with your play group. One of my favorite deck I built came from a $50 budget commander challenge our playgroup put on each other, and I built a devil tribal Zurzoth deck that I still play. It also changed the meta up of our group by getting everyone to think outside the box and try strats they don't normally try. $50 budget is fun, you could probably even do $25 (basic lands didn't count toward the cost, but anything we used that we already had we had to include it's value towards our budget.). You could also maybe pick like 10/15 of the most weird niche commanders, and "draft" them between each other.

My dream is to build a big cube. One day, when I can drop hundreds of dollars, I'll do it.

Feel free to send me more mtg questions I love it :)

[dumborangecat]

FIONNA AND CAKE TRAILER + INTRO ANALYSIS PART 2!

picking up where we left off, Marcy’s here!! Based of her very royalty-esc getup (not to mention it’s all purple, which was historically a colour reserved only for royals due to how expensive it was) she seems to be the ‘ruler’ of this dimension, likely a sort of vampire princess. It looks as if she’s leading all the vampires, and i think in these frames she’s attacking Fionna and the others. I think this vampire dimension will focus on Simon and marcy’s relationship, and (hopefully) go into how she would feel about him putting thr crown back on. this is just speculation but perhaps her simon either died due to it, or is still crazy from the crown, and when she sees a simon free of thr crowns curse activly looking to put it back on she gets super pissed (as she should) and lashes out at him. Hopefully this would start to knock some sense into simon about the crown being a bad idea, but who knows.

Also i forgot to mention this in part 1, but here we get who looks like huntress wizard (red hair like hunter, green eyes, and a bow) with the same red sky from vamp world, meaning she is likelt the one to throw the garlic bombs from earlier

Onto one of the other most exiting points of the trailer, Simon and Betty! First things first, this is clearly a flashback considering betty is still y’know normal and simon is missing his grey hair strand. It looks like Simon running to catch betty before she takes the bus that clearly says ‘airport’. I think this is a flashback of what really happened when Betty went to leave for her trip, and possibly a date they may have had before/after the bus scene. I’m not sure how exactly the flashback plays into the actual plot, but my best guess is that it has something to do with a possible golbetty meeting.

Said golbetty meeting (or atleast important mention) is fairly likely considering all the forshadowing we get relating to golb, esp this part in the intro. i think it implies that golb will maybe be broken/killed, either setting betty free or for real killing her this time. Or it could just be poking fun at simin for failing the golb ritual, haha you fucked up the ritual now ur statue’s broken loser.

Now we have this photo of Fionna’s apartment which is uh, concerning (picture on right for how it normally looks). The only thing i can come up with is that either due to a golb thing or a crown thing the fionna world is kinda screwed up. Either way it’s definitely concerning

Sadly i gotta do a part 3, again photo limits.

[doulayogimama]

It's times like these when I'm very grateful for my families "Schitt's Creek" like financial downfall. We lost everything... and we had a lot. My life did a real 180 turn really fast. One year I was shopping for range rovers that my dad would buy me for my 16th bday (true story, barf, lolol) and the next I was living with my grandparents and my parents were on the cusp of divorce.

Instead of getting a job at 16, I started selling all of my expensive designer belongings on eBay. I started selling things for other people too and taking 10% of the sales. Did that through college until I started babysitting.

My family has also embraced the Marie Kondo philosophies before that lady was even born, lmao. Object brings no joy or is of no use? Yay, charity! Or maybe a garbage pile. Either way, no clutter allowed. Clutter = anxiety.

Did I think in a million years we would be in this situation, selling our gorgeous condo not even 1.5 years into buying it? Nope! But c'est la vie. Sometimes you end up with neighbors who are toxic and I can either stay because it's my right or I can sell all my shit and go because I deserve better and life is too short.

We both wholeheartedly chose plan B after realizing this wasn't going to change. I'm really grateful to have a partner that is willing to do that with me, that sees material objects the same way I do. My home is not meant to collect "things" it's meant to be a safe place. And this place where we are now.... definitely not a safe feeling place. Can we afford to buy in the real estate markets we want to live in (nyc/miami)? Nope. But we're jumping anyway and choosing adventure, uncertainty, and joy.

Kevin's mom is very much a lover of things and she doesn't throw anything away and has lived in the same house for 30 years. Sky's room is really pretty, her toys are new and high quality, and she just said "it's such a shame that all of those toys are going to go to waste." I just chuckled at our differences. I'm not going to stay in a toxic place over nice toys or a couch???? Those things don't mean anything.... they are replaceable. S gets so much more joy playing with other kids at the beach or the playground than she does with her toys. No toy has ever captured her attention for more than a week or two. So, who cares??

I don't know, I'm just grateful. My family and I went through a lot of hardship in 2008 but the resilience it instilled in me, the knowing that true everlasting joy never ever comes from things, but from people and your environment. Having a purse or shoe collection brings me no joy. Knowing I can walk away from a bad situation with dignity, despite what I may be losing materially, that does. My husband has never experienced anything like what I have but he still understands and more than that, he's excited to jump with me. He's not attached to anything but his family.

Being run out of town by racist angry neighbors is no ones idea of a good time, but I am fucking strong. My family is strong and we are moving on up. We are blessed and we will leave this place with joy in our hearts despite not having much in the material sense very soon.

[belphegor1982]

HEY WAITAMINUTE IS "underture" a reference to the music term "overture"? Mayhaps a Scanlan WIP?!?!

srryok bai now

Yup, kind of! It's the first CR I got an idea for - in March last year, for TLOVM, as I hadn't even watched most of the first campaign yet - and, incidentally, the only one out of five fics (/comics, if you count Scar Tissue) and 2 WIPs that doesn't begin with the letter S :P (not even on purpose, it just happened!)

Okay, so this fic exists because of three reasons:

• "Underture" is a title on the Who's concept album Tommy (and yes, a play on "overture"!) because the titular lad is Going Through It (and being made to taste drugs iirc). I discovered that album around 2002 and love the word.

• One of my favourite fics overall (like, all fandoms) is @plothooksinc's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003) "Underdark", which has Leo and Mikey fall under the city in complete darkness and try to make their way back to their brothers (and the surface), with Mikey as the 1st person narrator. It is hilarious and super tense and glorious and one of the great classics in the entire franchise's fandom, imo (or should be). Since I read it in the mid-to-late 2000s I had no idea that "Underdark" was actually a D&D term and was gobsmacked when I learned! The more you know :D

• And the main reason this WIP exists is because I essentially went "wait, what if "Underdark", but make it Vax and Scanlan". Of course, now it took a life of its own and there's going to be a Structure to it (start in media res, and then alternate "how we got there" chapters and "so what's happening in the creepy dark in the present" chapters). With a healthy dose of getting to know each other and going from essentially work colleagues to friends 💜

Here's a little excerpt from page 2, so literally the start of the fic (for context, Vax got washed down a mine and wakes up alone in a tunnel):

And, somewhere in the distance, a familiar voice.

“…help?”

Vax scrambled up, finding purchase on the slippery rock wall nearby, chasing sound rather than sight. The world in front of him was little more than blobs in varying shades of black. His ears were more reliable than his eyes right now.

“Where are you?” he called. “Are you okay?”

“Define ‘okay’?”

Vax bit back a tart comment. Damn Scanlan and his utter and complete inability to be serious.

“Like, not hurt? Can you move? What’s your position?”

“Not… great.”

“What do you mean?” Vax asked sharply, still half-feeling his way along the wall. Scanlan’s voice was getting clearer, or at least closer; it also sounded breathless, strained, small in a way it rarely did. Vax could only hope most of that could be chalked up to the sore throat he’d been complaining about for the last couple of days.

There was a scrabble and a gasp. When Scanlan spoke again his pitch had climbed a few notes.

“I mean I’m kinda hanging off a cliff? Or some kind of ledge, anyway. And uh, my fingers are getting real tired, if you know what I mean.” A short, nervous laugh. “I really really don’t want to lose fingernails. It hurts like a mother and it makes playing the lute really difficult.”

“Hang on and keep talking,” said Vax, straining his ears and trying to ignore his pounding heart. “I’m on my way.”

“Okay. Usually, not really a problem, but uh… Aw, crap.” There was a strangled sound, like he’d choked up on a cough, and some more scratching. “You know me, I talk – I talk real good. B—big fan of talking. I’m a great talker, too. Talker, singer, player – give me any instrument and it is on, baby. I mean I’ve never tried the double bass, you know, those big-ass cellos. Got curious but the bow alone is almost bigger than me, so that sucks. Plus they’re really expensive. Vax?”

“Yes?”

“Hurry?”

Vax practically ran around a corner and stared into the dark as hard as he could. The tunnel in front of him kept going in a downward slope, the ceiling gradually getting lower; there was a pathway of sorts along the wall, but most of the rocky ground seemed to disappear, as though erased from existence, into the starkest black Vax had ever seen. Rivulets of water trickled into it from the walls and the ground, slithering between protruding rocks, the only movement he could discern.

Wait… Not quite the only movement.

Vax bolted towards the fingers he could see grasping at a small rocky ridge a foot or so below the edge.

“Shitshitshitshit,” he could hear Scanlan chanting, his breathing now frantic and his voice gone beyond squeaky. “Vax…!”

Three things happened almost instantaneously:

Vax reached down and grabbed one of Scanlan’s arms just as his fingers lost their grip on the ledge.

In a last-ditch attempt to find a hold of something, Scanlan’s other hand shot up and closed around the clasp of Vax’s cloak.

Vax belatedly realised he’d miscalculated as Scanlan’s weight and his own momentum carried him past the edge and into the black.

(welp, they're dead :P no they're not but they certainly think so for a hot second)

[sunskate]

I’m guessing Skate Canada lost a ton of money in the 2020-2022 period. They didn’t have any skating events with ticketed crowds in person starting from 2020 worlds through 2022 nationals if I recall correctly (except for a very limited crowd at 2021 Skate Canada). And this kind of went down the line, including synchro and some of the local competition so they would have been in some pretty dire financial straits.

That’s said, they’ve also had some bad luck and skaters not quite panning out, especially in men’s singles. I think, unfortunately, the prevalence of the Eteri/doping machine has decimated a lot of women’s skating, because so many high-quality skaters left the sport because they knew they couldn’t get anywhere. Like maybe Katelyn or Gabby would have had a different mental state if the playing field had been fair.

Pairs has been a rough go for many countries. The discipline itself has not been able to attract top skaters. But obviously the choice to support Eric and Vanessa in their stunt of trying to make the 2022 Olympics likely didn’t inspire confidence in the teams just below.

Sadly, I don’t think they’re inspiring anyone with the way they’re going about trying to promote younger dance teams. This year will be telling to see whether or not LaLa are rewarded if they skate better than Piper and Paul.

i thought they made a good amount of money from the lower level access programs last season (CAN skate? i forget). but that makes sense that they might have still have been financial issues left from the lockdown seasons

i stopped watching women's skating altogether from around 2019 til Beijing because it was so depressing and toxic feeling. i just couldn't get into it. i'm sure it was incredibly discouraging to a lot of clean skaters

ugh Evelyn Walsh seems happy at college, but the way the Olympic selection for Eric and Vanessa went down after Nationals also sucked. the unfairness of Russia still getting team bronze is upsetting, but did Skate Canada say a word to advocate for their team to get bronze at all in the past two years?

i don't know if this relates, but Meagan Duhamel is one of the very few people in Canadian figure skating who's outspoken, but she's now unwelcome with Skate Canada - it gives the impression that speaking up is discouraged. there are more important things than being nice, if nice is at the expense of what's true or right

Canada is one of the biggest skating nations, but they're sending fewer skaters out to compete internationally than some smaller ones. are they really that strapped for cash? maybe it's easier for European feds to send skaters out because so many of the B and C competitions are relatively nearby? we've had North American Worlds for the last 2 seasons, but there hasn't been a JGP here since 2019, and we get zero or one Challengers in ice dance on this continent per season - this year it's zero

[maybanksbabe]

Ok so I hate cheating tropes

BUT I had this fuckin idea in my head for a few days now and holy shit

Little lamb already being in a relationship with someone that her father set her up with (maybe their dads are like really close or something) but meeting rafe and his family at church one day completely ruins things

I'm talking about little lamb telling her parents that she's going to church for some late night bible reading and her dad gives her the key to the church and she tells her boyfriend (let's say his name is Richie) that her father doesn't really let her out past curfew unless it's for a good reason (her curfew is like 8pm and 9pm on a good night but if it's for like church things than he's like reluctantly agreeing while little lamb's mom is ecstatic about her loving Jesus or whatever) and that coming over to her house without invitation is like a big no no (even though rafe is like coming over whenever he can cause you know he's a BadBoy™️)

And like rafe gets her a necklace that matches her purity ring (this is a little self indulgent here but not the point) and the necklace is like super expensive and had a really nice 'R' on it and Richie thinks it for his virgin ass but really the rafe Cameron

Her father kinda despises the Cameron's bc of all rafe's run in with the law but also because of the cover ups that ward does for rafe, he thinks that all of the Cameron's, except for wheezie, are sinners because

A. Rafe is an absolute psychopath and a 'delinquent' (he's not wrong y'know 👀)

B. it's rumored that Sarah is not a virgin and that she cheated on topper (so the exact 'opposite' of his little girl THIS ISN'T MY ACTUAL VIEW OF SARAH IT'S JUST WHAT I THINK THAT RAT BASTARD PREACHER MAN WOULD THINK OF HER)

C. Ward used to be a pogue (he's an evangelical Christian of course there's going to be some classist bullshit going on)

D. Rose is seen as the other woman even if it may or not be true (since we don't know what's her deal it's either she's a homewrecker if ward divorced his wife for her or she's trying to replace Cameron's ex wife is she's dead or missing, I DON'T HATE OR THINK OF ROSE LIKE THIS IT'S JUST WHAT I THINK AN ASSHOLE EVANGELICAL PREACHER WOULD THINK OF HER)

E. He thinks that wheezie is just an innocent soul trapped in a troubled family (again he's not wrong but he gets all high and mighty over it, y'know bc he's a preacher and has major savior complex problems, he probably offers bible lessons from his youth pastor for wheezie but she begs ward not to do it and he listens for once, preacher bitch gets mad but doesn't say anything and honestly he thinks that ward is corrupting her innocent soul but mama lamb jumps in and says it's fine)

BUT that him and his family being all kind and forgiving towards them and welcoming them into the church will do wonders for rafe and his family so he kinda just puts up a fake smile at the Cameron's whenever they enter the church but little lamb's mom is like 'stop being so mean, Jesus said to love thy neighbor and gosh darn it that is what we will do even if they're... sinners' she says with a forced smile as she lightly scolds him in the back so that no one will hear them and she makes little lamb be all friendly towards rafe and the rest of the Camerons. I imagine little lambs mom is like way more cool about this kinda shit than little lamb's father

Rafe likes to tease little lamb about losing her purity ring as he's balls deep in her and says something like "oh baby... Looking at that ring knowing that you're not married and that I'm not your boyfriend is really does make this so much more fun" He grunts and thrusts harder into her as he laces his hands with hers as he plays with the ring absentmindedly as he reaches one hand down and play with her clit as he grins

"and the fact that I'm doing this in your family's church really is doing something for me" he chuckles and feels her pretty pussy flutter around him as he says these dirty little things "fuckin on the church pews... Who knew the preacher's daughter had it in her" she's clawing at his arms trying to bring herself back to earth but rafe knows that isn't going to work so he grabs her hands

"you keep moaning like that and people might come in here to see what's wrong" he holds onto her hand again and puts it back on the pew "and if people come in here they won't think of you as a little lamb anymore" she moans into her hand but he can still hear her little high pitched moan as he holds her hips even tighter as she's bent over the pews

"what if" she cuts herself off with a moanas she gives up on trying to silence her moans and holds onto pew for dear life and looks at her purity ring without a care in the world "what if that's not what I want- oh!" She grips the pew she's bent over with a harsh grip, and looks down and takes a glimpse at his cock intruding her perfect pussy "oh my freaking god!"

"c'mon baby, I know you can curse" he leans in and whispers in her ear "I've heard you do it before, playing with your pussy in the church bathrooms cursing my name AND god for 'sending me to test you' oh I know all about that" he chuckles and rubs her clit even faster

"oh my fucking god! That's so good" she holds her skirt up and let's rafe see her bare ass as he's taking her from behind "holy shit that's fuckin good" she moans out and looks back at him He laughed and let her fuck herself back onto him "now just where did you learn that, Little lamb" he says as he looks at her cute round ass bounce as she's moaning loudly again

"I'm not stupid, rafe, I've seen my fair share of videos" she huffs out a laugh before it turns into more, almost feral, moan and reaches down and guides rafe's fingers around her clit just the way she likes it and lets her skirt fall over then again before rafe just lifts it up her waist "oh god just like that, holy shit"

"maybe I was wrong" he says as he takes control back and thrusts even deeper in her "maybe you're just a wolf in sheep's clothing, huh?" He lets her rub her clit as he thrusts into her at a faster and an unsteady rhythm as he feels her getting closer too "oh my little wolf is surely full of surprises, ain't she?" She nods her head before he pulls her hair to make her look him in the eyes as he takes her from behind "c'mon answer me, little wolf" he makes eye contact with her and enjoys the fucked out look in her beautiful eyes as she struggles to even think as she moans so loudly and plays with her nipples with one hand and plays with her clit with the another

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Him calling her little wolf instead of little lamb is so funny to me 🤭 (you can ignore this but I had to get this out of my head and I'm actually kind of scared to post this on my main so you're cursed with this thought... My bad 😚)

This au is based on the idea of what would happen if little lamb's family isn't at all what it seems, so you know it's kind of a more self righteous than the wards but at least there's no drugs or run-ins with the law or cover ups for said run ins with the law or infidelity (mostly 👀)

HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT ANON OH MY GOD????

It's been so long since we've had a Little Lamb and Rafe moment I'm HERE FOR IT 🤤🤤🤤 I literally have no notes on this the description, the content?!! THE NECKLACE?!!?

Lawwwdddd forgive me I'm about to fucking SIN -

[khanrelli]

a cross-country winter | kamala x bruno

a fanfic with Kamala Khan and Bruno Carrelli from Ms. Marvel

Bruno is practically drunk on anesthesia after having his wisdom teeth removed and has some things to say to Kamala. word count: 479 warnings: none read it on archive of our own! dedicated to icee

Caltech has been a rough adjustment. Everybody is so different, it's wildly expensive, he barely knows where anything is and most importantly? The weather is horrid. By Jersey standards that is. At least the school aspect has been easy.

He's finished all his work for the week and now he just needs to finish his Humanities paper. Ready to do some hardcore Googling, he sees news on his sidebar: " Heavy Snow Blankets New Jersey, More May Be On The Way" .

That can't be good.

BRUNO: Hey

BRUNO: I heard there was a snowstorm in Jersey??

BRUNO: You guys ok?

KAMALA: Hii

KAMALA: Yep

KAMALA: Have to stay inside all day 😕

BRUNO: Not a problem though for you

KAMALA: Can you shut up 🙄

KAMALA: How's the weather California boy 

BRUNO: I'm here for 3 months and I'm already "California boy"?

BRUNO: Anyway

BRUNO: Not used to it, it's 67 over here??*

*19 degrees Celsius.

BRUNO: I miss my 40s

BRUNO: You think Thor can make it rain over here for me?

KAMALA: Probably too busy playing Fortnite

BRUNO: You still stand by that theory?

KAMALA: THERE'S SO MUCH EVIDENCE POINTING TOWARDS IT??

BRUNO: Sure thing conspiracy theorist

KAMALA: Grr

KAMALA: I'm very much freezing

KAMALA: Ammi refuses to turn on the heating all the way because we can just "wear more layers"

BRUNO: Classic Mrs. Khan!

BRUNO: If I was there, I'd warm you up

….

What?

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kamala mutters to herself.

Ironically, a similar thing is said 2,886 miles away.

"What did I mean by that?" Bruno mutters to himself. He quickly tries to remedy the situation.

BRUNO: Ik how to make an effective heater with an electric fan and lots of copper wire 

"OH! Oh, okay.." Kamala murmurs, slightly disappointed although she can't pinpoint why she is. 

KAMALA: Dang where's our token white boy when we need him 

BRUNO: 😐

Suddenly, Bruno hears his name get called by his roommate, Kwezi. "Yankee Doodle, we're going to go put 'snow' all over the Blacker house, wanna come?" The roommate says, accompanied by their other friend Michelle. 

"We borrowed the huge snow machine." She says excitedly.

The paper can probably wait. But he would never leave Kamala hanging.

BRUNO: Ok apparently we're going to go put fake snow over one of the dorms

BRUNO: Payback for replacing our vending machine food with carrots

BRUNO: I'll ttyl?

KAMALA: You are really living the life over there B

KAMALA: Ttyl!

KAMALA: Don't have too much fun over there we miss you

She wants to say "I miss you" but that's too bold for the girl.

BRUNO: Sure thing :)

BRUNO: Byee

KAMALA: Bye :D 

Hopefully, going out for a prank can help him get over how much he misses home. And by home, he's not talking about his chilly hometown but rather a certain Captain Marvel fangirl who loves gyros.

[wackyworldcomics]

Alright- who wants to see some sketches of reoccurring side characters?

Aleena is going to play some major roles in some of the side plots of Henchmen for Hire, mostly by just being herself. She is a very passionate historian that works in one of the higher departments for the Historical Preservation Society. They are unfortunately really struggling against Henchmen for Hire due to all the looting and mass destruction of historical sites via the command of Elite hires. Aleena does have some pretty strong magical powers which we will see later on. She is a very kind person who wants to do what's best for people, but she will punch a major character in the face.

Sir Ken Dewey is not so noble. He greatly pretends to be, despite not regretting his current career choice. So long as he gets paid well and perhaps the attention of a fair maiden or two, he has no problem with his current position.

Aether.... poor poor Aether... The man talks non-stop about how his wife supposedly ruined his life. Now he sells fruit in the middle of nowhere and refuses to go anywhere in public. Claire and Atka like to shop from him just to support his business. It's also a lot closer than the Carnival town they all live near.

Parker was once an Elite that dipped his whole fortune into trying to convert a group of canyon caves into multi-complex neighborhood. However, no one wanted to buy his overpriced living expenses- let alone in a cave. His wife left with their kids just as he was starting to go bankrupt, so now he wanders his self-made blunder alone, occasionally trying to sell what he can at reduced prices so he can at least make ends meet. He has so far gotten three caves sold and is still hoping someone else will invest someday.

Calvin is the head honcho in charge of the titular Henchmen for Hire company, which he advertises as a "charity company" to give folks down on their luck "a chance to make it big with the richest people in the world". And to those of you saying, "Oh that's nice. This company doesn't seem so bad." Wrong! His company targets in on people who just lost their homes or their jobs, locks them into an eternal contract so they can never escape, and pockets at least 90% of the earnings of said employees. How have no authorities stopped this man? Well- he's got the money to do whatever the heck he wants. And he makes sure that no authorities that are even present have any say on what he, his contractors, or the henchmen do to other people.

And there is one more that you might not quite see often, but he will be mentioned quite a bit...

Bartum Mel Ellody is the father of one of the main protagonists, Claire B. Ellody. He helped Ellody develop her powers to the OP strength they have in the main storyline, but has left an everlasting fear of injury upon her. Did this simple, powerless magician mean to traumatize his precious daughter? Not really. He always assured her that he had everything planned out for her and it'd all be okay. How did his daughter end up becoming a henchman and working with a goofy guy with giant glasses?

Find out in: Henchmen for Hire

Pilot coming soon...

[itsjustascarecrow]

not only did i completely forget to post my top selfies of 2022, i didn't even realize yesterday was tdov until i crawled into bed feeling like shit, so i could Not have been asked to make a post about it last night, rip.

i've just been. So Tired. of all the shit that's been going on lately both in this country and across the world from a legal(?) standpoint; idk how else to word it. b/c i consider myself fairly lucky that most of these bills haven't affected me (yet). i was finally able to get my gender legally changed on my id, and in my home state it was an expensive but otherwise simple process. but part of me still wonders if having that little nonbinary X for my id is gonna fuck me over in the long run b/c 1) i don't pass (more on that later), and 2) what if i can't get hired. what if i can't get approved for housing; what if what if what if b/c of some law or technicality that's gonna see that as every reason to fuck me over. just for telling my truth, for not wanting people to use my agab as a completely different reason to treat me like shit and place me into these bullshit little boxes b/c no one can get it out of their fucking heads that gender can be whatever the fuck we want it to be.

and like i said, i don't pass. case in point, most if not all of the pics included above. i've since narrowed my pronouns to only he/him after being he/they for roughly 8 years b/c it feels like people only humor me when i tell them which pronouns to use. when i tell them i'm Not a Woman in any sense of the word, that there's not a single gods damned thing about me that's in any way associated w/ womanhood. i'm starting to think that my personal definitions for my expression are opposite to what most people think, that when i look "feminine," it's really my way of being "masculine" and perhaps vice versa. but in reality, masc and fem just in general are just as bullshit as trying to fit into "man" or "woman" because the moment you bring any of that shit up in conversation, people already have a specific idea of what that is in their heads. and tbh it just makes me feel like i can't trust people. why i feel like they're just humoring me. b/c me existing as i am is apparently so incomprehensible, it's easier for them to just play along so they don't upset me.

so happy (belated) trans day of visibility i guess?? to any and everyone else who feels like they're in the same boat as me, that despite every effort to live our truth and to finally exist comfortably as who we are, it still feels like the most isolating shit possible.