#build from below

[remembertheplunge]

12/24/2024

 Below is  taken from my notes from  listening to shows on KPFA Radio 12/24/2024:

We spend too much time staring at places we have no access to, like, the White House

Instead, agitate, organize, build from below. From the community and from the street.

If you want to feel powerless, read the New York Times or watch CNN. Doing nothing equals sitting on the couch watching MSMBC. Your’e doomed.

Instead, build one million experiments. Find the thing that you can do. You don’t have to find the right, perfect thing or the all encompassing thing.

In a world that’s swirling and dynamic, we have to:

1) pay attention: We have to open our eyes again and again.

2) Be astonished: be aware of the beauty and the undeserved pain, for example, homeless kids in Chicago. Otherwise their situation is normal. 

It’s NOT normal.

3) Act: You have to act. You can do something. One thing.

4) Doubt yourself. Be self critical. Rethink

So:

ATTETION

ASTONISHED

ACT

DOUBT

AAAD

[marlequinncos]

I couldn't get Fitzjames' cunty little fur-lined coat out of my head after finishing "The Terror", so I decided I needed my own version. I found the base coat secondhand, modified and tailored it, and hand sewed on the faux fur trim. Maybe one day I'll make the screen accurate version, but I'm very happy with this for now.

[arisveah]

i ADORE minecraft fanfics where building and player magic are just another part of the story. when a redstoner carefully piles the dust into lines and sighs with displeasure when something walks into it. when the builder spends hours carefully carving the perfect decoration in deep thought. when a character opts to home-bake cookies instead of crafting them, when they get a gift they can just feel is made entirely independent of player magic. its just magical

[unreliablesnake]

Territorial (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Summary: You meet your old high school crush and can't help but tell Vincent about it. But he's certainly not happy to hear this story.

Note: Takes place after my other Vincent fics, but you don't need to read them. / I wrote it in like an hour with breaks and it shows. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: smut (fingering) so MINORS DNI!!!

“Imagine my surprise when I found out it was him! He changed so much throughout the years. He was never the type to wear suits.”

You were laughing, excited that someone from your years in high school showed up in your life again. It was a nice surprise; you used to be on good terms with him, maybe even had a crush that stayed with you in the back of your mind. And now you were working in the same office building, so the two of you were already making plans to have lunch together in the following days.

“He’s been working there for almost as long as I do. How is it that we haven’t met yet? What are the chances?” you asked your boyfriend before taking another bite of your dinner.

But Vincent remained silent, his jaw tightening as you kept talking about your old friend. It took you some minutes to finally realize he didn’t want to hear about any of this. You shut your mouth the moment it dawned on you, and bit on your lower lip as you looked down at your plate guiltily, as if you had done something wrong.

“Are you done?” he asked with a frown, and after a few moments of thinking, you nodded. “I haven’t seen you this excited about a friend before, love. Or was he more than just a friend? Do I have a reason to worry?”

You gulped loudly upon hearing his question. He could see right through you as always, he knew about your crush without you saying anything about it. Too bad that to him it didn’t matter if you still had any feelings for that guy or not. You once had and that was enough for him to get mad at you.

Because he was mad, you knew that. It wasn’t jealousy, it was pure anger that he felt times like this. Every time a guy looked at you the wrong way, every time you dared to be nice to another man, Vincent got angry and took it out on you.

Of course, he would never hit you. Sure, he would spank you, maybe even choke you a little, but all of this would happen in the safety of your bedroom. He would never seriously think about hurting you, he loved you too much for that.

Or so you thought.

Now there was a glint in his green eyes, something you had never seen before. It was pure rage, fueled by your story about this old flame. “He’s just a friend, I promise,” you tried weakly, but despite being sure you loved only him, your thin voice made even you question if it was true.

He suddenly put down his fork and knife, took a sip of his wine–his eyes never leaving yours–then stood up and extended his hand to help you up. With your legs already shaking, you took his hand and stood up as well. For the first time in a while, you had absolutely no idea what he was about to do. Was it really that bad that you were so excited about meeting an old friend?

His fingers wrapped around yours tightly enough to make you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying out loud. You followed him across the rooms obediently, not asking him what he was planning to do now.

Once you stepped inside the bedroom, he slammed in the door and pulled you into a hungry, demanding kiss. You tried to push him away a little to breathe, but he only put his hand on the base of your skull and pulled you even closer. This was a first; he had never been this aggressive before, but now he seemed desperate to show you who you belonged to.

His hands were quick to remove your clothes when he finally let you breathe, fingers exploring every single curve of your body as if he had never seen you naked before. Then they moved between your legs, expert fingers slipping between your folds which drew a pathetic moan out of you, making you weak in the knees.

“Who do you belong to, hm?” he asked you before kissing you again. “Tell me, love, do you remember where you belong?”

“I belong to you,” you replied weakly as you put your hands on his chest to steady yourself. His fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot, and it was hard to keep yourself together by now. “I’m so sorry,” you added.

While his fingers were pumping at a steady pace, chasing you towards your first high, Vincent looked you in the eye and tilted his head to the side a little. “Good girl. Never forget this,” he warned you darkly.

Your first orgasm made you collapse into his arms, but he didn't seem to mind, it only made him more determined to overstimulate you. By now you knew what this was all about. He wanted to mark his territory, showing you how good he was for you, how perfectly you fit together.

Jealous Vincent wasn't new. He was rough and focused on his own needs, using you as a simple fleshlight. But territorial Vincent was someone you hadn't met before. He wasn't controlled by his anger; he was driven by something else, as if he was desperately trying to prove to you that he was the only one who had a place in your heart.

It wasn't unusual for him to focus on your needs, but this was different. You couldn't quite put a finger on what the difference was, but you could feel it in your bones that something wasn't the same.

He kept calling you a good girl, telling you how badly he needed you, how you belonged to him, and how the two of you were brought together by fate. He was almost too sentimental, something he barely was with you. If you didn't know any better, you would have assumed he was worried about losing you.

“What's wrong?” you asked when you were lying in bed with you resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.

But he remained silent, the only reaction was the way his grip on your hip tightened. Just when you were about to give up, he suddenly spoke up. “I want you to keep your distance with him. Lunches on weekdays are okay, but I don't want you to meet outside of that building. Can you promise me that?”

You thought about it, but it was a fair request. So you nodded, agreeing while also hoping for a change of his heart in the future. If that was enough to make him feel better, you were willing to do it for now. After all, you didn't want to ruin your engagement so soon.

[fleariddenart]

Idia and his late-night gaming sessions.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - La Cité des Cloches

[ghw-archive]

‘The Little Street’, Johannes Vermeer, oil on canvas, around 1658.

[gotham-response]

I get heart palpitations every time I see it

[agiftfrombelow]

A little rundown of this section of Magda's backstory. I have a lot more to say about the Sacrificial Caste, but that's probably for a separate post in terms of lore (illustrated or text). For now, here's what pertains to Magda below the cut:

Magda hailed from the Old Faith's Sacrificial Caste, flocks established to be sacrifices for the Old Faith Bishops on auspicious and celebratory occasions. Each Bishop had their own Sacrificial Flock, presumably.

The belief of sheep being symbols of sacrifice and purity, hailed from days before the Lands of the Old Faith were Cleaved from the rest of the World.Thus they attained an seemingly important stance within the rituals of the Old Faith.

Yearlings, had a coming of age selection in which they are branded. Each Bishop had their own Brand Mark. "A badge of honor", as it was considered in the days of old. (Magda's was Shamura's)

With the prophecy foretold, the Sacrificial Caste were quickly sacrificed en masse in what was called the Butchering/the Cleansing. Magda's parents were one of the recent generations to be sacrificed. Magda had been transferred to Shamura's sect, thus avoided this fate.

Magda was to be among the last groups of the Sacrificial Caste to be sacrificed, only to be stolen away by Freefolk sheep in an effort to save their kin. Though this freedom would be short lived before this flock was exterminated as well, it was among of Magda's happier years among her people. (will expand on this part more later)

[shower-racoon]

imagine if the Terraria bosses were on tumblr. what would they even post

[pokertrait]

teenage bedrooms

[princehendir]

It's really cool how someone from My family is the sole reason the parking lot at work didn't completely flood for the 4th year in a row

[heartual]

had such a good experience with surgery today i can’t even fully explain

[proselfshipsafespace]

I both familial and romantic selfship with an OC of mine

He's my dad and my BF, our dynamic just feels right this way

anon i am writing this down i love the idea of a shipcest oc selfship

[excalipurrghost]

Everyone please consider ugly sea elf babies

[angiestown]

I love snowy nights in the city ❄*