#but also. the upsetness prevails once again.

[chiropteracupola]

'o em are you upset about the fact that you live far away from anything interesting which is the case because you voluntarily moved away from the city to live in nowheresville midweststate again' yes and also I definitely didn't have to move here I could hae gone lots of other places with more happening. but don't you dare rub it in.

[halfbloodfics]

I've never requested anything from anyone before but I absolutely love the way you perceive Snape. I'd love something that would start off as the reader having a bad day and when she returns to her and Snapes shared home in Spinners End, he takes good care of her. If ya know what I mean. I'm thinking thigh riding but he helps her through it, talks her through it...etc... Please!!

i am honoured to be ur first request let us hope i live up to it

Title: Our little remedy

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), explicit smut, gentle dom sev, thigh riding, lots of praising, fluffy ending

A/N: the title is inspired by the song "moments silence by hozier", which is actually about oral sex, but also about sex as an act of releasing of power & solution to ones problems ;)

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(this gif is just.. sets the scene u feel me?)

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The door slammed shut behind you. The fleeting sound of the pouring rain silenced once more, replaced by the gentle crackling of the fireplace.

The Daily Prophet fell, Severus' gaze flicked up to meet yours, his expression blank but eyes betraying a sense of concerned amusement at your.. disheveled apperance.

"Hi." You said rather shortly, not even moving to put down your bag or take off your coat. You stood in place, your soaked hair and clothes dripping onto the door mat.

Severus looked you over for another moment, before the sound of his monotone voice cut through the tense silence. "You're wet."

You scoffed, dropped your bag, but before you could take a step off the mat to go get dried, Severus reached for the wand beside him, flicking it and drying you off in an instant.

With your gaze still on the floor, tears pricked at your eyes. It had been a day.. to say the least. Nothing necessarily horrible, but it just seemed as if one thing after had gone wrong. Despite your best attempts to brush them off, minor inconviences seemed to plague you. If there a reverse liquid luck potion existed, you were sure someone had slipped one in your morning coffee.

Strength had prevailed, until now. Severus had a way of drawing out the parts of yourself you'd kept in the dark. Simply being in his presence was enough to break down the barriers you had put up all day. And now, they were certainly falling down.

In the corner of your teary eyes, you saw Severus pat his lap. His gesture a silent permission to accept the comfort you seek.

Without even hesitating, you took off your coat, letting it fall lazily to the floor, and approached Severus. Standing between his legs, you put your hands on his knees, keeping your gaze on them so as not to let him see the tears brimming your eyes.

Even though it was no doubt he'd already seen them.

His fingers gently tilted your chin up to look at him, hes eyes scanning your face for a moment before looking into your tearful eyes. His thumb gently caressed your chin, drawing soft, comforting circles as you took a shaky breath.

"Rough day." He said, his voice a low murmer.

You nodded, exhaled shakily. His dark eyes continued to stare into yours for a moment longer, as if he was reading your mind. Perhaps he was, it wouldn't have been the first time he'd done so when you were too upset to tell him what was going on. After a moment, his gaze softened, his hand moving down to your waist.

His other hand patted his thigh again, you straddled him, resting your head against his shoulder. For a moment you simply sat there, your chest against his, inhaling and exhaling in time with his breathing. His hands trailed up your thighs, up your back, up your shoulders; gently massaging and working away at the tight knots that had formed.

A soft hum escaped your lips. Severus always knew how to take care of you. He knew when you needed tough love or to be coddled, even before you knew it yourself. As you sank deeply onto his lap you relised you wanted the later.

"Sev..." You sighed, about to continue when his hand ran up your back, settling at the base of hair, tugging gently to expose your neck.

"I know, sweetheart." He murmered, his breath hot against the sensitive skin by your ear. Placing soft, gentle kisses under your jaw, tugging gently on your hair again to expose more of your neck to him. Softly, slowly, he planted tender, careful kisses across your skin.

The tension left your body with a sigh, leaning into his touch and his guidance, you allowed yourself to go practically limp in his arms. He held you tighter, one arm supporting your back, the other in your hair, as he continued his journey down your neck.

Softly, he spoke in between kisses. "I've got you."

Another heavy sigh escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut, the worries of the day slowly abandoning you. Severus was not an impatient lover. Although sometimes it could border on teasing, he often took his time with you. Particularly in instances like these, where you needed a little extra love. His actions, though never sloppy, were even more focused now. His lips placing firm, purposeful, gentle kisses along your neck. Sucking with tender force, his breath hot on your skin.

As his teeth grazed your neck, you moaned quietly, instinctively bucking your hips forward, your tired body seeking release.

Upon hearing your moan, his teeth gently tugged at your skin, both arms now wrapping across your back, holding you flush against his chest.

"Sev.." You sighed. "Please..."

His lips pulled away, leaving your neck feeling almost cold from the sudden absence of his warmth.

You looked into his dark eyes, noticing the gentle desire in them as he studied your face, hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

For a moment you simply leaned into his touch, allowing your eyes to flutter shut. Until the silence was interupted by his low murmer: "Stand."

And without questioning, you did.

Standing before him in front of the arm chair, you watched as his large hands ran up your thighs, touch gentle., yet firm as his fingers found the zipper of your skirt and tugged it down.

It fell to the floor with barely a sound, your sweater following soon after, until you were standing in front of him in only your bra and underwear, shadows from the fireplace flickering over your skin.

Severus leaned back in his chair for a moment, taking in the view. His expression was blank, but in the glow of the fire you could see the lust in his eyes. It was evident, in the way his gaze slowly raked over you, as if he was commiting you to memory, studying you as if he'd be tested on you...

By the time his gaze finally met your eyes you were staring back at him with that same longing, the familiar heat growing between your legs.

After such a tedious, long day... You somehow felt, attractive; desired.

Severus leaned forward again, looking up at your face as his steady fingers once again trailed up your body, stopping at the back of your bra and unclasping it.

His eyes remained on yours, the shared eye-contact deliberate as he gently pulled the bra off you, letting it fall to the floor in the heap of the rest of your clothes.

Without even looking at your chest, he kept his dark eyes on you, studying your every reaction as his hands ran up your waist, up your sides, until they gently cupped your breasts. Both hands massaging, gently, tenderly.

"Would you like me to take care of you?" He spoke lowly.

The sound, combined with the gentle touch of his hands, went straight to your core. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you breathlessly responded: "Yes.. Please.."

Severus's hands gave a final, loving squeeze on your breasts before gently tracing down your stomach, tugging at your underwear and pulling them down.

You stepped out of them, kicking them gently to the side before looking back down at Severus, who's eyes were drinking in your newly exposed skin.

He adjusted his position on the arm chair, holding your waist as he did, positioning his left thigh between your legs.

The relisation dawned on you...

You looked up at him, expression a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

"You want me to.. ride your thigh?"

Severus's hands remained firmly planted on your waist, his thumbs tracing small circles on your soft skin. "Would you like that, darling?" He asked.

You let out a shaky exhale, the need within you fighting the logical voice telling you not to ruin his robes... his dress pants.

Quietly, you said: "I.. really do, want to, but.. won't I... You know, make a mess?"

Severus blinked slowly, the corners of his lips pulling off in a small, soft smirk. "Have I ever shown any displeasure at the mess you make for me?"

Your lips parted. "No-"

"Have I ever shyed away from creating such mess?" He purred, his voice low.

Yep. That did it.

You looked down, as you gently sank down on his thigh. The contact of your arousal against his clothed thigh eliciting a soft gasp from you.

Severus's hands firmly caressed your waist, not guiding your hips yet, instead allowing you to position yourself comfortably on top of him. After a moment or so, you looked up to match his gaze, giving a small nod.

He cupped the back of your head with his left hand, pulling you closer to him so your forehead was resting on his shoulder. His fingers began to softly massage the base of your scalp, while his other hand continued to caress the soft skin of your waist.

"Take what you need, darling." He murmered into your ear. "I'll take over when you need me."

Your eyes fluttered shut, forehead resting against his shoulder as you slowly began to move your hips, grinding your arousal down on the soft fabric of his black pants.

Almost immediately, a small moan flew from your lips, the tension of the day disolving with every roll of your lips.

Severus continued to massage your scalp and waist, his lips grazing your neck as he spoke: "That's it... Put all your weight on me love, trust me, I can take it."

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you sank down, your full weight now resting on his thighs. The added pressure went straight to your core as you began to move slowly again, feeling the strong muscle of his thigh against your clit.

A shaky exhale fell from your lips.

His left hand travelled down to join the right one on your waist, his grib firm, but gentle as he slowly began to help guide your movements. Pulling you back and forth against him, dragging your soaking arousal across his thighs.

Your breath caught in your throat, released in a shaky moan as your arms wrapped around his neck, seeking comfort. He responded by continuing his gentle movements, whispering in your ear: "There you go... That feels nice doesn't it?"

Nodding quickly, you let out another quiet moan against his neck as you rolled your hips against him.

"Severus.." You whimpered into his raven hair, your arms wrapping tighter around his neck as you clung to him.

"I know, sweetheart." He said gently, continuing to guide your movements, dragging you slowly, firmly across him. "Just focus on me."

His hands gripped your waist a little harder, guiding your movements with a firmer force. The newfound pressure against your clit caused your hips to falter, a movement that was not lost on Severus, who continued to pull you against him.

You panted against his neck, the smell of him, herbal and woodsy, intoxicating you as the rest of the day began to fade away. Your mind forgot all about the minor inconveniences of the day, the trials you had experienced.. Too full of the sensations of your lovers scent, his touch, his deep voice... The curtain of his black hair shielding your gaze from the stack of paperwork and bills behind you. All of him enveloping you, protecting you from everything outside of this very moment.

"Severus.." You whimpered, grinding against him a little quicker now, your movements becoming increasingly confident. "Severus..."

He hummed at the sound of his name on your lips and bounced his leg up slightly to meet your soaking cunt.

A shuddering groan escaped your mouth, your head tilting back, lips parted, eyes closed. Completely drunk on the pleasure he was giving you.

Severus, a quick learner, repeated that move, eliciting a louder moan from you this time. His fingers dug gently into the flesh of your waist, continuing to move you firmly against him.

"Someone liked that, didn't she?" He asked, repeating the movement again, this time gripping your hips down to meet the bounce of his thigh.

As your body made firm contact with his thigh again you allowed a ragged moan to fly from your mouth, your hips instinctively bucking forward.

He hummed, a low sound that vibrated against your chest as you clung to him. His right hand found your hair, tangling his fingers in it and tugging gently, just enough to pull your head back so he could watch your face as you whimpered.

His other hand grabbed your hips, moving you harder against his thigh, dragging your sensitive cunt up and down, in time with the occasional, slight bounce of his leg.

So little, yet so much.. And somehow, the feeling of it began to build in your stomach. A cold sweat breaking out from you, your abdomen clenching, breath coming in quick, short pants.

So..

"Close." Severus voice drew you from your haze. You opened your eyes to find his dark ones staring back at you. His pupils blown, lips slightly parted as he watched every ounce of pleasure dance across your face.

"Yes," He murmered. "My sweet girl is close isn't she?"

Your eyes rolled back in your head, lips parting further as the sensation grew with every quick movement of your hips, every bounce of his thigh rising up against your clit. Gasping shakily, you responded: "I.. Yes.. Close.. Close.."

Both of Severus's hands gripped your waist, moving your hips against his thigh in fast, blunt, jerking movements.

You cried out, tilted your head back, the feeling in your core growing.. building...

"Severus..." You whimpered.

His voice was soft. "Are you going to be a good girl for me and wet my thigh? Let yourself go?"

You gasped at his lewd remark, but the time for shame had long passed. You'd done quite a bit of.. bold things.. with Severus over your relationship. But being completely naked, shamelessly grinding your bare cunt over his clothed body had to be the boldest so far.

Your insecurities out the window, you allowed yourself to succumb to the feeling of your trust in him. Trust that he would take care of you, like he had so many times before. Trust that he would build you up, take you over, guide you down..

The words came out barely a whisper as your legs began to shake: "I.. Yes.. Sev... Sev!"

Noticing the trembling of your legs, Severus's hands moved down to your thighs, holding them in place on his thigh, forcing your body to still against him, ride out every ounce of pleasure he could squeeze from you.

His eyes flicked down to your cunt, watching every movement of your hips, the wetness that had spread over him, staining him. With a deep exhale, he flicked his gaze up to look at your face. Your cheeks flushed, eyes shut, lips quivering...

"I know, darling." He murmered. "You're doing so well. My beautiful, good girl."

The heat in your stomach grew, legs trembling against his firm grip as he continued to gently, but firmly, guide your sensitive clit across his thigh.

A whine escaped your quivering lips. "Severus.. I'm.. Oh.."

"Shh..." He said softly. "I'll take you there."

And take you there, he did.

The combination of his words, mixed with the quick, firm movements of his hands guiding you across his thigh sent you over the edge. Head tossed back, you felt your orgasm building, peaking, as you gripped his shoulders, clinging to him.

He leaned in, murmering into your neck as you rode the wave: "Just like that, my darling girl. Cum all over me."

You continued to shake, even after his grip eventually loosened, his hands trailing up your back and pulling you flush against his chest. You went limp in his arms, panting into his neck as you caught your breath.

"Severus." You panted. "God, I really.. Liked that."

You heard him smirk as his right hand gently gripped your chin and tilted it down, directing you to look at his thigh. Your orgasm has soaked it.. The wet spot fabric glistening in the soft glow of the fireplace.

"I can tell." He said, smugly.

A blush spread across your face. "Oh.. Dear.." You whispered.

He laughed breathlessly, a rare sound from him, but the action drew your gaze up to look at his face. Noticing the fine, smile lines by his eyes crinkling as he gave a small laugh.

And every ounce of despair from todays earlier events, every ounce of embarassment from his little remedy, faded away into the dark oblivian of his eyes as they opened again and found yours. And in that moment, you knew - trusted - that you took care of him, as much as he did you.

Your arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, breathed in the soft smell of his dark hair.

"I love you." You whispered. "Thank you."

His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back. "I love you, darling. There's no need to take me. You know I'll always take good care of you."

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that was. shameless.

and i loved it.

cheers

[queersatanic]

We fuckin' won, y'all

It hasn't fully sunk in yet, but we did just get some truly joyful news.

The Satanic Temple lost AGAIN, and ours is a full victory here

The King County Superior Court just granted our motion for summary judgment in full, dismissing all claims with prejudice and ruling on our declaratory judgment counterclaim we have the right to use "the Memes Page".

facebook.com/queersatanic

It has been 1635 DAYS since The Satanic Temple filed their case against us in federal district court. We got it dismissed there once in February 2021; we got it dismissed again in January 2023 after TST re-filed.

The Satanic Temple appealed the second loss to the Ninth Circuit and also re-filed part of the case in state court in April 2023 — notably after the three-year statute of limitations had run out.

The Ninth Circuit affirmed most of the lower federal court decision but allowed TST to revive their defamation claims if they could specify what exactly had been said about them that was false and defamatory.

Apparently unable to do so, The Satanic Temple voluntarily dismissed the federal case against us.

Meanwhile, in 2022, TST sued Newsweek for writing about our case back in October 2021. The Satanic Temple dragged us into those proceedings to give depositions, but Newsweek seems to be prevailing with just one claim remaining and a bunch of embarrassing stuff coming out about TST.

TST sued a woman in Texas for making TikTok videos critical of them, after first forcing her to record a pretty upsetting retraction. This is despite the fact that she was right.

TST has threatened more people than we can make a reliable count of with litigation both before and after us.

The Satanic Temple's agents have stalked and harassed us and our loved ones, and there have been long periods of misery and where it seemed like the courts would let them keep doing this sort of thing indefinitely.

But today we won.

The Satanic Temple has lost every step of the way and shown themselves to be a toxic, abusive religious organization to everyone who has bothered to pay attention — tho unfortunately, too few people have.

Thank you all for your support over these long 4+ years.

Based on their pattern of behavior, The Satanic Temple is likely to appeal this loss or perhaps invent a new pretext to continue this SLAPP in a new venue. We know that.

The Satanic Temple, its owners, and lawyers have had had no argument justifying the last 1635 days beyond their wealth and desire to hurt and intimidate people. But TST also should have much bigger issues to deal with than lighting money on fire by continuing to come after us.

So, maybe The Satanic Temple will finally walk away now. They're definitely more vulnerable now than they have been in a long time.

Please let people know what The Satanic Temple is and how they behave, and also that however scary they seem, if you stand up to them you can win.

When it comes to The Satanic Temple, there's always more, and it's always worse, but they are at least as incompetent as they are malicious. They are ghouls, to be sure, but not ones who can survive any light on their actions.

So Ave Satanas, and Hail Lucifer the Lightbringer

[dira333]

The Cat and the Human - Kenma Kozume x Reader

I will never willingly admit that Kenma's my favorite even though everyone knows I really really really really really really really really really love him... So.... have this fun piece instead. Also, @notsochillnerd this is kind of an excerpt of "Young Love" that I came up with today. Have fun with it knowing what you do.

“The story goes like this:  The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail, the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them.

You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key. 

Plot twist: The woman is a shapeshifter. She is the cat.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Kenma asks, engrossed in his hand-held game. He’s taken his perch in the comfy chair next to the Couch you’re lying on, his seating position weird enough to give everyone back cramps but him.

“I thought it was obvious,” you say, pick up your book again, and continue reading.

It’s a good book, really. One you’ve been trying to finish for weeks now.

It’s just a little hard to focus when Kenma’s sitting there, perfectly disheveled hair falling into his eyes, the gold in his hair glinting in the sunlight.

But you prevail, your eyes returning to the page.

And it gets easier, a little bit at least, to get sucked into the narrative.

Only to be pulled out of it quite harshly.

“Want to cuddle?” Kenma asks, pointy knees digging into your side as he climbs onto you without waiting for an answer.

“Do I have a choice?” 

“No.”

-

Kenma is like a cat.

It’s a common inside joke by now, one that’s already a little grey around the edges, but he keeps it alive with all his adorable quirks.

Kenma hates water - do not take him swimming - and he’s usually more active during the night. He can sleep for hours on end, his body seemingly consisting of nothing but liquid, curled into the oddest shapes.

More than once you checked his pulse because you thought he fell down the stairs and died only to find out he just couldn’t be bothered to make it to bed before snoozing off.

Those things are all old news though, commented on time and time again by his friends. 

You wonder how many of them know just how cat-like he reacts to attention.

-

It’s the way he shies away from the spotlight, hides whenever someone’s trying to get him to do something - even things he would have ordinarily liked doing - only to come out just when no one’s paying him any attention anymore.

Maybe it’s because you’ve always had a thing for cats.

You like the differences in their characters, how they can force you to abide to their consent. If a cat doesn’t want you to pet them, they’ll just bite you.

Still, you can’t help but think sometimes that Kenma chose you first.

-

“Hey,” you look up from your Laptop to see him standing in the doorway of your room, hair tied up in a messy bun and the hem of his hoodie going almost past his knees - it must be one of Kuroo’s then.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?”

“Creating a training regime for the team, why?”

“Can I stay with you? I’ve got some free time and I’m kinda bored.”

“Sure,” you nod, turn back to your screen to let him figure out where he wants to sit. So far that’s always been the best way to go about this, and you’re not that surprised when his knees soon dig into your back as he climbs into the tiny space between your back and the backrest of your chair.

“Comfy?” You ask as his head sinks heavy onto your shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Time passes slowly. You move as slowly as you can, trying not to upset his balance, your heart sloshing in your chest to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Maybe it’s because you’ve always had a thing for cats.

Maybe you’ve just always been dreaming about him. 

“Do you mind spending time with me?” His voice comes out a bit muffled, but the words are clear.

“Never.”

“Why?”

“I like sending time with you.”

“How much?”

You accidentally click a wrong button and the big flashing sign asking if you really want to delete the document is screaming the truth in your face.

Kenma’s breathe ghosts ove your neck and you know, you just know, that he’s seen it all. Nothing ever goes unnoticed by him, not even your own feelings.

“A lot.”

“More than Kuroo.”

“Hm.”

“More than Akaashi?”

“Akaashi’s my cousin.”

“Still.”

You sigh. 

“Don’t tell him,” you ask, “but yeah.”

Kenma’s quiet for a while.

“More than Bokuto?” He finally asks, his voice tiny now.

“Yeah.” Your voice is barely more than a sigh, an admission of things you’ve probably always known, but never dared to be real.

And maybe you’re imagining it - though you doubt it, with how hotwired your senses are right now - but it almost feels like Kenma’s lips are moving against the back of your neck, pressing the tiniest of kisses against warm skin.

Some cats are vocal. Others show their love in a different way.

-

“How’d you get him to agree?” Hinata asks, breathless with excitement.

People stop and stare. Even without the flaming orange hair he’s breathtaking, his smile a second sun.

You’ve long grown immune to it, looking for a different sunshine in the crowd.

“That’s a secret,” you tell him off, messing up his hair like the big sister/Senpai you are to him. “Not telling.”

“I’ll just ask Kuroo for it.”

“Good luck, he wants to know too,” you pull back when you spot him, knowing full well that next to him-

“Hey,” you can barely hide the smile that’s always overtaking you at his sight.

“Hey,” Kenma sounds way less enthused, shuffling into your side. If you’d try to read his mind he’d probably be thinking “Too hot, too loud, too many people” in cycles, so you take his hand and squeeze it, a little surprised when he squeezes back.

“You owe me for this,” he reminds you before he has to leave again, playing as a setter for Hinata’s team in a charity Beach-Volleyball event.

And you do.

-

“Thank you,” you mutter into his sunkissed skin later that day, his body stretched out alongside yours, too tired to move, too tired to care, too tired to do anything other than press into you.

“We didn’t even win,” he grumbles back, never too tired to point out the obvious.

“Still,” you curl a lock of his hair around your finger, press a kiss against the underside of his chin, “I like watching you.”

“Stalker.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t pose for me,” you tease him, giggling when he squirms.

-

Kenma’s like a cat.

It’s the quiet affections that please him and the lack of attention that spurs him on.

If anyone would ask you if you feel guilty for using that against him, you’d have to say no.

After all, he knows your weaknesses just as well. And he’s not afraid of using them against you too.

[caffedrine]

Kagari Amagase – The Beast’s Love is Unstoppable – Event Summary

This one gets pretty steamy, so MDNI. Seriously, If you have a parent/guardian/friend/partner/child who will be upset with me if you read steamy thirst-trap stories, don't read this.

This is mostly a summary for me - I make no promises on the accuracy of what’s happening. I’m not nearly fluent enough to get half the jokes/innuendo much less accurate plot points.

Kagari was coming to Rhodolite today, so a few hours before their appointed meetup time, Emma decided to go for a walk to calm her excited nerves.

Suddenly, she was dragged into a back alley, only to find Kagari right in front of her, pressing her against the wall. Their long-awaited reunion was unexpectedly moved up, and although she was happy to see him, Emma was more surprised. She notes that Kagari is early, and he explains that he wanted to see her face as soon as possible.

Yup, this is Kagari.

Emma admits that she has been on edge too, as she was anticipating seeing him again as well.

Kagari caresses her cheek with his hand, and warmth spreads to her heart. Emma wants to leisurely enjoy their reunion, but her first priority is getting Kagari into her home.  

Suddenly Kagari’s face is close enough to hers that she can feel his breath on her face. He is excited to spend time with her and tells her to hold onto his shoulders tightly.

Alarm bells start ringing in Emma’s head as Kagari begins to position himself, his green eyes as hot and heavy as a thick syrup. Fighting against a spoiled general like Kagari is tantamount to fighting a losing battle, but Emma tries to prevail. She promises to hug and kiss him a lot – once they reach her home.

Kagari disagrees, what little patience he has ever possessed is gone, and they should start right now, right here.

Kagari entwines their legs, pressing fully against Emma, kissing her forehead, cheek, and neck. Emma squirms to escape, but if anything, Kagari becomes more excited. Between kisses, he mutters that her heartbeat is intoxicating, and her body is so hot. She’s so aware of him, and it’s so cute.

Emma complains when she feels Kagari’s teeth, but he assures her that he’ll be good and not leave any marks. Emma tells him that someone who does things like this outside is not a good person.

As expected, Kagari doesn’t care if they’re outside or not. While trying to keep her mind from clouding over at the intense feeling of Kagari’s body, Emma searches for the words that would set her free.

Eventually, she resorts to telling Kagari that she wants to take care of him without anyone bothering her, and to please let her go long enough for them to enter her home.

Practically carrying her, Kagari rushes towards Emma’s home at an alarming speed. Upon entering, Kagari murmurs that he loves her, without her all he can do is kill people. Unfortunately, Emma doesn’t think that he’s lying.

For several hours after they arrive at Emma’s home, all they did was sit on the bed with Emma in Kagari’s lap while she strokes his red hair. He buries his face in the nape of her neck like a pet, luxuriating in the feeling.

As Emma expected, time spent away from each other turns Kagari into a spoiled general.  

She asks Kagari if he’s growing stiff or uncomfortable from having her in his lap all this time. Kagari assures her that he’s fine, he’s been looking forward to doing just this with her all this time. Her body temperature, her heartbeat, weight, smell, the feel of her skin, it’s all Emma. This is proof that Emma is finally by his side.

Kagari looks happy.

But now that Kagari is in her home, Emma has an obligation to be a host and entertain him. Also, if possible, to prepare dinner for him. But, when she moves to leave his lap, Kagari hold her tighter, refusing to let her go.

With is face still half-buried in her chest, Kagari looks up at her with a depressed expression. He still wants her to hold him and begs her not to leave him alone.

Emma assures him that she just wants to bring him tea and dorayaki.

Kagari does like tea and dorayaki, but more than that, he wants to be taken care of by his princess. Emma’s pet cat is purring, and she wants to leave him? It will be troublesome for her if the cat takes offense to that.

Yeah, Emma has been down that road before.

Once, and only once, Emma had been focused on reading and hadn’t paid enough attention to Kagari. It is still fresh in her memory how Kagari had reacted, and how she hadn’t been able to leave his bed for a full day afterwards.

Emma had thought that Kagari would spring for the dorayaki, but with his eyes gazing pleadingly up at her, begging her to pamper him, his lips parting as he rained kisses on her.

Fine, Emma can stay just a little bit longer.

Emma wonders if she will ever be able to win against Kagari’s smile.

Suddenly, one of the hands around her waist reaches up to stroke her head, combing through her hair. Emma is confused, and Kagari explains that while he was away, she must have felt lonely too. So, he will pamper her as well.

Kagari’s hand lowers and he strokes Emma’s back slowly, comfortingly.

It’s weird, being treated like she is a child. But, maybe because it’s Kagari, Emma is also feeling soothed. She had been pretending to be just fine, but in the end, she had been feeling lonely. With this realization, Emma buries her face in Kagari’s neck, embarrassed.

Kagari murmurs that she is becoming just as spoiled as he is. Emma disagrees, and Kagari wonders if she’s also becoming just as insensitive as he is. Emma squirms, the feeling of Kagari’s hands has changed.

Or, more specifically, he has removed his gloves and his bare hands have slid up her thighs, under her skirt. The moment she feels his fingers at the heat clothed by her underwear, alarm bells go off in Emma’s head. Again.

(Calling it now, his route is going to be a full on smut route)

Emma warns Kagari that the way things are going, they’re not going to be able to stop soon, and Kagari cheekily agrees.

Emma decides to throw away her reservations and adherence to proper host behavior, and just do what she wants, just like Kagari. She begs Kagari not to hate her even if she becomes a hopeless, selfish, spoiled brat for him. Kagari approves.

Emma is pushed down onto the bed, Kagari’s eyes are so sweet that they bind her beneath him. Kagari tells Emma that as long as he lives, he wont let her go. Not even if he dies will he ever stop loving her. Maybe she has become disillusioned with him time and time again, but Kagari can tell that Emma is always falling in love with him.

[milder-manners]

Which challenge was your favorite from Dream? (I'd say bar manhunt but maybe it's actually not your n°1)

I personnaly really liked the random item challenge and the death swap

- V

(Manhunt is def my n1, don't worry I'm pretty standard)

My non-manhunt favorites change pretty often but at the moment ...

THESE TWO!!!

Minecraft Random Item Challenge VS 2 Hunters my Beloved!!

Like you V, I fricking love this video. The Drama, the unintentional thematic items, the situational comedy, (the story fic potential)!!

The video starts off with pretty standard stakes, Sapnap and George vs Dream. An unfair match, but no one’s upset, the audience knows how easily Dream can turn the tables if the circumstances turn juuust right. And despite what the title says, Dream is a Hunter like Sapnap and George. They all only have one life, and are fighting to the death.

But then, not even 5 min in, the power levels get completely skewed. George and Sapnap both receive diamond weapons and George gets a diamond chestplate, and Dream gets his iconic turtle helmet. Suddenly, the fight becomes a chase, and Dream has to run for his life until a new item spawns in to even the tides. (He finds a ruined portal underwater, and inside its chest is a flint and steel.)

Dream then gets some good armor and a trident, and the dynamics change once again.

The video kind of takes a turn for the comedic here. It’s a 2v1, yet Dream becomes the aggressor. He’s starts initiating fights, the one who chases down Sapnap and George with his dozen tridents, and it’s the duo who begins running off, building up a tower to get away. And this goes on even when George gets netherite boots and chest plates, and Sapnap gets an elytra and rockets; they still mostly engage in guerrilla tactics to basically harass Dream. Dream literally begins yelling at them to come here and fight him.

And that tickles me so much because this is basically a culmination of how the manhunts conditioned George and Sapnap to treat Dream; a guy who’ll prevail against all odds.

And this over precaution is what ultimately does them in in the end. It gave Dream enough time and space to prepare a TNT trap that kills them all.

Man, it’s such a fun video. I didn’t even mention all the little moments between everyone, like “OH GEORGE” “IT’S OH SAPNAP!”, “You have better stuff than us” “Pff—how?”, “George, I know you can’t drive but you need to do a u-turn baby”; and how the items eventually gained a theme with each hunter, creating a pseudo narrative of a sky spirit and rock/metal spirit harassing a sea spirit. It’s such a good mix of tense competition, and silly fun.

Minecraft Hostage Simulator

Another 2v1 video but also a muffinteers video! This one is such a classic for me, I genuinely hope they revisit this one.

The gradual development of Bad becoming a complete menace. The long trek of the horn passing between George and Sapnap and eventually to Bad. That hilarious point in the Nether where the two beat the shit out of Bad while he hangs off the cliff as retaliation. Dream embracing his inner trickster archetype, setting a deal with Bad with specific conditions to loophole around them. Sapnap and George pulling off that incredible boat trick and snatching Bad from Dream. Dream getting murdered by dolphins, a complete turnaround from their usual grace. The dynamic shifting midway in the video to a 3v1 when the Hunters decide to work together to Get Bad.

And that epic fight/chase after the Nether!!! Oh My God!!

The improvisation, the lying, the music with the chase, the buildup of tension from the editing! The sudden introduction of the reason behind Bad being a hostage was that he’s a sacrifice to feed the dragon?!?! Chefs kiss. Incredible ten out of ten.

Again, I hope this video comes back but with a way for Bad to win. He was literally the star of this show.

[fortunefms]

𓏲  *  (  cis  woman,  she/her  )  ⸺  pictures  of  eleanor  louisa  middleton,  the  forty  year  old  artist/business  partner,  have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  someone  making  a  plagiarism  claim  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  an erdem white cotton maxi dress with black paint splattered loafers,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  compassionate  than  erratic.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  delusional  than  creative  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  paint  splattered  loafers,  trying  to  master  technology  and  frantically  double  messaging  people.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  alice  in  wonderland  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).

triggers: death, adoption, mental illness

eleanor was born to a single mother. she was never planned and was indeed a strain on the household. her mother hid her pregnancy with her until she went into labor and told her parents. it was a disaster and continued to be when el was born. none of it was her fault but her mother was already suffering from mental illness, something that wasn’t helped by the judgemental people around her. then suddenly, the woman was gone in an accident - eleanor's own family didn't want her. she would scream for her mother, for anyone but they wouldn't come.

at the age of five, she was adopted by the daughter of edward astor middleton, a known billionaire . money prevailed in getting the woman what she wanted, a child when she was a single and vile person that would say and do anything to get one. when unable to conceive herself, she looked towards adoption and the process was much quicker taking a five year old, plus, she skipped out baby night feeding so it was of no concern to her.

it took her a while to get settled but with edward’s help, eleanor managed. she always felt a bit out of place with her peers; she didn’t catch onto jokes that fast nor did she necessarily care about designer things or status. she was labelled as odd and that’s how it stayed. she loved singing, mainly to herself and also art. that was her happy place along with being with people - even if they didn’t understand her, she still found the positives to enjoy it. her grandfather was very supportive with whatever she wanted but she never once asked for anything apart from ‘dinners and dance parties’. in the absence of her mother's caring, edward was the one to make her feel like she was exactly where she needed to be, even be quick to put her into therapy, not because she was broken but because she needed that external support where she could be honest. el was always grateful, always reminded that she got lucky with the life by her mother and edward took that pressure off. the whole world probably had some opinion on the billionaire but he was perfect to her.

when she was in her teen years, she worked as a model for her mother’s cosmetic company. without realising it, el was responsible for her mother’s success because it made the woman branch out into new foundation shades - it wasn’t perfect but it was a step in the right direction and her mother was applauded whilst felicity became the face of the entire company - not just the face but the name of astoria cosmetics. you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing her face. it did cause controversy with her being young, as well as eleanor receiving hate for how she looked but it got people talking.

it was a lot of pressure to put on her but she was agreeable in nature and never wanted to upset her mother so never said anything. she fell into her art work as a way to process emotions and things she cared about . through connections, she did manage to get a place at nyu but she’d crumble and pull out only a few months in. it was mainly sitting in her studio, headphones on being in a completely different world while she created and that was and continues to be her happy place.

the news that her grandfather was ill and he wasn’t going to get better hit eleanor the hardest. he was the one person who she felt understood her, the one that tied her to a lot of things and made her feel loved. impulsive and intense behaviour came from her during this time, that was in her second month at university. living in denial was a hard place to be as her mental health deteriorated quickly - el's mother wasn’t the talkative type and every time she tried to accept reality and try to talk about her feelings with the woman, she’d be shut down and thrown into a schedule. she’d dropped out and hadn’t told her mother - being dishonest was not her thing...

she had a breakdown at a photoshoot. the photographer was quick to intervene and attempted to comfort her until they could get her somewhere safe. a day after, she was hospitalised but her mother wanted to get her out quickly to 'salvage their reputation'. the entire ordeal upset her.. it was just her and her mother and although she felt broken, she needed to be there to comfort her mom because she could see that the woman was struggling - it was hindering them both that she still didn’t want to talk about it.

the reading of edward middleton’s will was a big event. eleanor wasn’t expecting to get anything as he’d given her more than enough love to make up for the lack in her life. it was a great surprise to everyone, including her, when edward left everything to her. overwhelmed didn’t even cover it. his savings, current bank account, shares in his company, property... everything. she was so confused as to why and did feel sorry for her mother but she didn’t even have time to think about what she wanted to do with the billions (tabloids will say millions which is half-true because they underestimate the situation) before the woman that she called mother would be filing to court to try get it revoked and passed to her. 

eleanor did not want to fight with her mother. the woman didn’t even tell her about it, a lawyer made her aware that her mother wanted to take it from her and was bringing her sanity into question. despite her mental illness, the ordeal was ruled in her favour but winning against her own mother didn't feel like a win at all. she'd dropped out of university but had the luxury of focusing on her artwork as she had the privilege to do so. all it took was one person to come into her studio and the rest was history. eleanor was always humble, never flaunting her wealth in people's face (not for the most part, anyways). when she did, it was because she wasn't that self aware to recognise she was doing it.

she managed to keep herself steady for a while. her medication and therapy was working, she felt comfortable, her artwork was being admired and sold for $$$$$$$$ - she was happy, right? she felt like she had gone from someone that was easily satisfied to never being satisfied. it was then when she found someone she'd call her best friend. the two were very different but got on really well - eleanor felt safe, like they wouldn't judge her and when she had a bad day, they'd always find a way to cheer her up and if they couldn't, they'd make sure to sit with her in her penthouse to make sure she wasn't alone.

however, pressures would get to her - with deadlines, her attempting to try have a hand in her grandfather's company from a legacy... everything seemed so stressful and then it felt so threatening. it was a long time coming but she sold the majority of her shares in her grandfather's company (she still owns 25% but is more a nepo figure than actually having to do anything). however, it didn't feel like a weight had been lifted - her grandfather would be so disappointed with her. she just wasn't up to - she was flighty, unreliable, a people-pleaser and whilst he'd always encouraged being kind, there was a point where she needed to stop letting people walk all over her.

the last straw was when someone accused her of plagiarising their work. she hadn't, she'd done no such thing - if anything, they had taken some inspiration from a few of her pieces. another law suit was following and she really didn't want that to happen again. the other was adamant that she'd stolen from then when she hadn't; it was quite upsetting to her. eleanor was far from professional in the weeks that followed. perhaps she'd dreamt of the other's piece before they even released it? or she'd seem their artwork in passing? she didn't know but none were good defences. "i didn't know!" or "sometimes i have dreams that come true" wasn't something that would hold up either and she was crumbling at the start of proceedings. she felt like if it came out to the public, her image would be ruined and it would lead them to question other pieces. art was her passion and she automatically assumed the worst because she felt like it - eleanor had always been her worst critic.

she was already having an episode but people in her circles were ignoring it. it hadn't helped that her therapist had moved on because of a new opportunity and whilst she had set her up with someone else, there were issues from the get-go. her awareness and fear of everything getting worse was making it worse in itself, until she was no longer aware of it and labelled everything as fact because it felt so real to her... it was the footman in her building that took her to the hospital after she returned to her penthouse block, looking worse for wear, without any shoes on and then she insisted on taking the stairs up because she was too afraid of the elevator (that she'd used earlier that morning)... she was hospitalised and admitted to in-patient therapy for four weeks, missing one of her own art shows but it was used as a fundraiser for a mental health charity instead of the money going to her - she'd decided she didn't need it.

things aren't settled with the other artist as of yet but she's trying to come to some sort of arrangement - she just doesn't want to look like she's guilty but perhaps she's unintentionally done it. eleanor doesn't trust herself right now at all, especially after recent events. however, she's really trying to take care of herself and try to get over this newly found fear of creating something. however, pretending that it was just a blip and isn't a worry for her isn't doing her any favours.

little facts:

she’s not bothered about designer labels. if it’s pretty, she’ll buy it, whether it’s from chanel or a charity shop, it doesn’t matter to her (but she will buy her basics from brands like the row just because she can).

tries to be positive to everyone and everything but it makes her feel good. she is naive when it comes to trusting people but wants to be loved so is ultimately a people pleaser.

cries very easily - if she’s happy, sad or scared, she’ll be crying. el also very much wears her heart on her sleeve!

was labelled as ‘kooky’ pretty early on but doesn’t really mind. she does try to fit in but it never ends up being how she imagined. she's diagnosed with schizophrenia. it's not that she hides it, just doesn't feel the need to mention it most of the time.

has drunk since she was a teen and still doesn’t know her limits :)

she is messy, both in organising and behaviour.

either cant sleep so she decides to scrap book while listening to music at three am or she does nothing but sleep.

has taken up yoga for the first time and she thinks she's terrible at it - not flexible and unbalanced but she does run a lot when she needs to clear her head and will say it's better to do that here than across the country on a treadmill.

loves to wear suits and blazers! messes her hair up within 3 mins of leaving the house.

she's recently been giving a plant as a gift to help her focus and look after something (part of her self-care) but she's really bad at keeping green things alive - she's really trying though.

is incredibly loyal and loving but doesn’t try to ask too many questions. her personality can sometimes be imposing as it is.

is trying to act like nothing is happening so is over-compensating with her chirpy personality.

likes all types of music apart from country, sorry :/

her fave colours are blue, green and purple but not together

[moonvigilant]

i think it has been long enough so i can say this, bg3 ending spoilers ahead

bg3 only has one (1) ending, every other 'ending' is just non-standard gameover

and the 'evil' playthrough isn't complete as well

the one (1) ending is where you tell the netherbrain to commit die, and the gate prevails once more, if you try to do anything else you get:

try to take the brain for yourself and conquer the world? illithid gamer chair, fade to black

same as 1 but you do it for bhaal instead? illithid gamer chair, fade to black

try to save the world but you didn't resist bhaal? well too fucking bad he takes over regardless of of your choices, and there's four of them, first three will result in him taking your body, which doesn't even work in the cutscene because right after he does the game cuts to you rushing to karlach LMAO

4. 4th choice will let you kill yourself before bhaal could take over, which honestly goes pretty hard i won't lie i just wish it lasted more than 20 seconds

every other 'variance' is not even part of the ending to the actual 'plot', they are character endings i.e. lae'zel going to war w vlaakith or not, sending wyll and karlach both to avernus, etc

this is why i was also thinking they just didn't cook 'evil' playthrough enough because if you are evil most choices actually don't matter

unless i've missed something, which i very much could have, when i killed isobel (through killing aylin) i couldn't find jaheira anywhere, not even a body, the game implies that she's '''''retired''''' instead of killed off so i assumed i could find her in act 3? nope just literally nothing, friend who was watching me play was confused as well

and from what i've heard minthara doesn't even have her own personal quest, unlike halsin, which is bonkers, i don't even like her but i hope all minthara enjoyers out there get what they want

volo criticizes you for being awful and then... just peaces out, never to be seen again

i will give them that if you are a paladin durge, sarevok actually makes a comment on it

and of course the interaction with helsik in general

it's upsetting that they imply ascendant astarion could make a difference, but of course it doesn't

and then allying with gortash also makes no difference my guy just gets snapped regardless

idk, if i have to put how i feel about an evil playthrough in an easy way, it would be "it's unserious" because it is lmao they clearly are trying to nudge you into being 'good' which is fine and all but i just wish being 'bad' made more sense without the game trying to guilt trip you back into being 'good' because even with my complains i still had a lot of fun, just wish they have real 'alternate' endings

end rant, i just wanted to get this out of my system

and maybe we will have a proper durgetash ending in bg3 definitive edition *gets shot*

[fran-fics]

“Insufferable Pig” 🗡️

cw: desperate-ness 😭, he want u, hurt pain, sharp bottle and mean langoo!

gender non spec 1,000 words

🔦 Tight ropes calloused my skin as I struggled and squirmed, I had no idea where I was and didn't want to know. Grunts pilled out as the rope skinned my wrists more and more, desperately I decided to check my ankles. But to my disappointment, no prevail. The pain only worsened as I sat under the bright light, I squinted my eyes as the light swayed around my figure. With a dazed look, I heard a creak as a tall man shadowed the opening of the door across from me.

Fear struck my body as I squirmed more and more, only doing myself harm but what else is there to do? Blood oozed from the deep cuts made from the burning rope as more and more grunts came out. A low giggle echoed through the room as the man waiting in the doorway finally took his moment and walked into the room.

The coldness engulfed my body as I realized I had little to no clothing, feeling bare I perplexed my face as I shivered. As the figure got closer and closer to me I shallowed my breath hoping that maybe just maybe it could make me unrecognizable.

The man still stood above and towered my sitting figure, looking up I could see that he was very enthusiastic about something. "Who the fuck are you?" I spat out, huffing and puffing due to the loss of energy. How long have I been tied here, days? Was I just waking up?

Pushing all those questions aside I started listening to what he had to say, his low voice gave a weird sense of comfort but I remembered the situation.

"Don't worry about it, darling... Hahaha.. ha."

His eyes darted around the room trying to think of something else to say when his eyes met yours again his perplexion finally subsided. He stared at your face as saliva dripped from his agape mouth.

Studying your features hot puffy air clouded your senses as and sweet aroma of sweets made its way to you. As he scootched closer and closer to you you felt more and more uncomfortable, it came to a point where he was practically sitting on you huffing and puffing.

"Can I help you??" You asked as he was practically all over you at this point.

"Ye..ss" He took a break between his sentences to admire your figure.

"With what..?" Your face was perplexed as you stared at him visibly upset.

"You.." he said desperately, he inched his face closer as the fat grin on his face winded and he looked like a madman. Touching his hot sweaty forehead to yours he groaned,

"You don't know how long I waited for you.. ag,, mm.."

Squirming in the tight restraints once again more blood pooled from the cuts as Kizami seemed to take note. His long fingers came down under the rope, his fingers slid inside the opened wounds as he felt the flesh around it, pressing his forehead more parallel to yours, the more he felt around.

Strings of yelping and hot puffy air came out from the both of you as you felt you were getting torn from the inside out. Honestly, you wouldn't mind. Biting at your lip as a way to cope with the pain only decided to put you in more, one slick cut through your skin was enough to start whining at the pain overdosing everywhere.

"Do you need a hand with that?..."

He looked at the slit in your lip that formed over time, uncomfortably leaning in closer to your face in a natural impulse you retracted your head and then slammed it into his, causing Kizami to revolt back in pain. You were also in a severe amount of pain but you didn't crouch over and whine about a little hit, did you?

With a groan he lifted himself back up, a cheeky grin plastered on yours as the hit wound on your forehead dripped down into your mouth. A muttered 'your fucking kidding me' was heard as you watched as he picked up something off the floor.

You couldn't quite figure out what through cloudy eyes, and your glasses mysteriously were misplaced. Loud stomping was heard as he once again was towering over your figure, your cheeky grin slowly subsided as you saw what he was holding. A sharp bottle was placed in his hands as he looked over you, moving closer he slammed his lips into yours, taking a second to adjust you felt a cold glass on the back of your head. Shivering into the cold wet lips he was way too eager, pushing his way into your mouth.

Hot steamy breath was met between the two of you as you had no choice.

With a groan he entered again and you saw this as an opening. Biting down on his tongue a yelp and a whine was greeted, another cheeky smile opened up on your face as you watched him whine into his wound. With no second of hesitation he bodied you, a large thump was heard echoing as you struggled to breath. Your chair fell on the ground.

Everything happened at once as he again stood over you with the object. He crouched down to your dazed figure looking you up and down, “God if only you could have been good. I gave you the signs my love..!” He said with a smile, his words were calloused since his tongue was now swollen but you just stared up at him.

Everything going in one ear and out another you felt a sharp pain stabbing into your stomach, looking down your eyes widened as screams admitted from your mouth. Loud laughing was also accompanied with your pain, scratching and clawing the wood as the pain became insufferable.

Vision panned out as laughing still became apparent as day. Slowly but surely you lost consciousness, as everything came to a wrap.

please leave a note 😭💕 ty for reading

[mywifeleftme]

345: Colin Stetson and Sarah Neufeld // Never Were the Way She Was

Never Were the Way She Was Colin Stetson and Sarah Neufeld 2015, Constellation (Bandcamp)

My prevailing memory of seeing Sarah Neufeld and Colin Stetson’s duo performance in a small room at the National Arts Centre in Ottawa was the way they spent much of the performance with their eyes locked on one another. When violinist Neufeld became lost in her own playing and arched backward, in the same motion Stetson would lean forward over his hulking, steampunk bass saxophone, his legs braced wide. It was as though the two of them were bound at the neck by a long, invisible leather strap. In the most intense passages, they would square off barely a foot apart, like two rams, the veins in Stetson’s sweaty neck and forehead standing out, Neufeld’s angled forearm a blur of precision cuts. Despite also seeing Stetson’s SORROW, an arrangement of Gorecki’s 3rd Symphony for a 12-piece band, during the same festival, it was the intimate physicality of the duo show with Neufeld that had the bigger impact on me.

While Stetson has frequently performed in larger combos (as has Neufeld with Arcade Fire, for that matter), in solo and duo performances his uniqueness as a player is more legible. On Never Were the Way She Was, he uses his uncanny circular breathing technique to create ogrish drones (“With the Dark Hug of Time”), loop-like melodic phrases (“The Sun Roars Into View”), and even to emulate broken techno beats (“The Rest of Us”). Stetson is a pretty physically jacked guy, and when you see him do this stuff in person it’s a bit like watching a blacksmith going at his forge—on record it can be easy for an inattentive listener to miss the exertions required to produce these sounds. But when you start tuning in to the fact all of this groaning cacophony is produced by one man’s laboured lungs, its rawness and minor imprecisions become captivating.

Neufeld takes centre stage on the more somber, post-rocky tunes like the title track, her violin weeping rust as she overlooks a grey bay, Stetson contributing various fog horns and stomach upset. Now and again she wordlessly sings, but it’s always recorded distantly, like a memory of some ever-present sorrow you refuse to allow to surface. On “In the Vespers,” she sketches out a tricky rhythm that Stetson eventually echoes on a tenor sax, the pair running through an odd-time workout that would sound like prog were in not for the chilly clarity of her phrasing, the way the energy decays once again into remorse.

The pair’s previous collaboration was a 2013 film score (Blue Caprice), and the record is of a piece with the influential work Stetson has subsequently done as a soundtrack composer (notably Ari Aster’s Hereditary). As with fellow Aster collaborator the Haxan Cloak, Stetson’s work has helped to define the sound of contemporary unease. If you’ve watched a recent horror movie or psychological thriller, the palette of Never Were the Way She Was will already be familiar—but here the pieces aren’t tied to any preconceived scenario, and the interplay between the two musicians gives it a dynamism and complete-in-itself mood all its own.

345/365

[finitefall]

What I found really curious about the Stansa crowd - to absolutely no one's surprise - transitioning to an (despite the muddled acrobatics by the HotD writers to re-imagine the character as tragic victim or secret hero or whatever) openly misogynistic, traditionalist character like Alicent was that there actually WAS a minor segment of Stansas in the wake of the Hotd launch that tried to argue the comparison to Alicent was off and Sansa couldn't in any way be related to her. 1)

But what actually became obvious instead was how irrelevant these voices remain among them. All they really did by trying to Not-All-Stansa their subfandom was further underline how natural that transition was for the majority of the rest of their group. Tbh it was clear for anyone outside what the prevailing mindset and point of their subfandom really boils down to. 2)

And what their fav ended up to stand for after GoT was done with her - yet they celebrated the storyline that actually destroyed her, just like every other major character. Maybe these poor sods still trapped inside there that were deluded about that have a chance to start to realize now. But otoh, there never was a bad idea that was once brought up among them they were ever able to give up again. They'll never change lol. 3)

No one was surprised, indeed. I think many of them argued at first because they didn’t like being so obvious. I saw some Alicent stans being upset at people who (rightfully) assumed they were also Sansa and start to rant about how people were always jumping to conclusions without knowing etc... that was a little funny, actually. Alicent and Sansa are different characters, but for them they represent the same thing, and those who don’t like her are misogynists who blame those two women for decisions and choices made by men.

D&D screwed up with every character, but as long as Sansa ended up QITN, they could celebrate, yes. It’s sad, really. And no, fans of Sansa and show!Alicent aren’t gonna have a sudden realization and give up, they’re literally making more and more posts and theories about both characters lol.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Who Were the Nephilim by Ken Ham

(note: I have not yet read this article and do not necessarily agree or disagree with Ham's conclusions about the Nephilim. I merely find it an interesting subject and wanted to share - Fred, YDI)

I’m sure this post will get me into “trouble.” I find this is a very emotional issue for some and often some Christian’s views of eschatology and Genesis 6 are intricately intertwined. I find there are certain topics where people passionately (sometimes aggressively) respond, and no doubt this will be one of them. But all of us need our thinking to be challenged.

So I swallow hard, and here goes, let’s talk about Nephilim! I’ve been asked about my views many times, so I decided to give them. Of course, sometimes people ask for my views on something so I give them, and then they get upset with me.

Genesis 6:1–4 has been a much-debated passage. Christian scholars have taken a number of different positions on what these verses mean. As this section doesn’t impinge on any major doctrines, the ministry of Answers in Genesis doesn’t take an official position on the identity of the Nephilim, but speakers and researchers have their own personally preferred positions. The position I personally lean towards is given below, as I have done my best to negotiate through these verses, including reading many different scholars’ commentaries on these verses. Remember, God has put these verses in Scripture for our learning, so there must be an important reason for them to be included.

The context of these verses is to relay the extent to which wickedness had come to prevail on the earth. One of the ways this happened has something to do with people marrying. I like to take as straightforward an interpretation as possible without trying to complicate things (e.g., Proverbs 8:8-9, 2 Corinthians 4:2).

It seems to me the simplest explanation is that the line of Seth (which could have been referred to as “sons of God” because they were godly and called upon the name of the Lord) started marrying the line of Cain (the “daughters of men”—women who were beautiful but ungodly). Such mixing of spiritual light and darkness destroys families. We see a warning of this with the godly Israelites entering into ungodly Canaan, e.g., Deuteronomy 7:1–4, 1 Kings 11:2. In the New Testament, we are also warned in 2 Corinthians 6:14: "Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness?" Malachi was warning about such marriages (godly and ungodly) in Malachi chapter 2.

Because of the sin nature of every human being, such mixing could easily lead to increasing ungodliness. As an example, that was the case of wise and godly King Solomon who was led into idolatry and sin by his pagan wives (1 Kings 11:1-11, Nehemiah 13:26). Therefore, God judged him. That should be a stern warning for us to ensure we obey God’s rules in regard to marriage and the training of children.

Associated with all this is the mention of Nephilim. We read, "The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown." (Genesis 6:4)

Who were the Nephilim? Certainly, the description may imply that they were of great stature (perhaps giants in the build of their bodies), greatly feared, and were well known, presumably for extreme wickedness. Perhaps they were certain individuals of the offspring resulting from this mixing of “the sons of God” and the “daughters of man” who became extremely evil. An interesting point concerning the Nephilim is the phrase, and also afterward. It seems this is referring to after the flood, as Nephilim are mentioned once again in Numbers 13:33 (though it is spelled differently in Hebrew): "And there we saw the Nephilim (the sons of Anak, who come from the Nephilim), and we seemed to ourselves like grasshoppers, and so we seemed to them" (Numbers 13:33). The Nephilim in Numbers 13 were indeed giant in stature as the text indicates.

By the time of the flood there was so much ungodliness that God describes it this way:

“The LORD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every intention of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. And the LORD regretted that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him to his heart. So the LORD said, “I will blot out man whom I have created from the face of the land, man and animals and creeping things and birds of the heavens, for I am sorry that I have made them.” But Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD.” (Genesis 6:5–8).

So certainly, the first four verses of Genesis 6 are a lead up to this situation of rampant wickedness. Personally I can’t accept as some do that wicked angels mated with humans. Angels don’t reproduce and don’t have human DNA. To me it makes a much more logical and simpler explanation that when godly and ungodly mix in marriage, it doesn’t take long for the godly legacy to be lost! Thus, by the time of Noah there was extreme wickedness.

But, regardless of the position one takes on understanding these particular verses, it is certainly a warning from God as to what happens when sin is allowed to rule over us. It’s a reminder to make sure we raise up godly generations who call upon the name of the Lord and have boldness and courage to stand for God and his Word without compromise.

All the way through Scripture we read of examples where the people of God compromised God’s Word with the pagan beliefs of the nations around them and it destroyed them, and God judged them for it. We also see examples of where the people of God married ungodly people and it destroyed families. This has been a problem since the beginning. It’s another reminder to know God’s Word, obey what he instructs us to do and be aware of how sin is crouching at the door for each one of us to destroy us.

[thommi-tomate]

Interview with Wout Weghorst pt 2

By: TSG Hoffenheim

You played for the Netherlands at the World Cup last year. Was that perhaps the biggest dream that has come true for you?

That was the absolute highlight, yes. It was crazy. In particular the quarter-final against Argentina, even though we lost on a penalty shootout. I wasn't even aware of a lot of it, it was only when I saw the pictures that I realised what had happened. I came on when we were 2-0 down, but everything worked out for me. It was like a frenzy

You mentioned the game against Argentina: you scored two goals and also scored in the penalty shootout, but you were still eliminated. Do you still look back on that game with pride or is disappointment the prevailing feeling?

I've learned to appreciate moments like that. But of course you still think about it. If we had won, the semi-final would have been against Croatia; we would've had a chance there too. The question mark remains about what would have been possible for us if we had survived the penalty shoot-out. But in the end, pride prevailed. When I went to bed afterwards, I knew immediately that this was a very special game for me. I couldn't sleep for two or three nights

But the game is also always associated with your conflict with Lionel Messi. Do you think that's a shame?

No. I was just the way I am. And I don't care whom I'm facing on the pitch. I came on, quickly scored to make it 2-1 and then deliberately sought contact with Messi in a challenge. I wanted to apologise and lift him up, but he didn't take my hand. Then it got out of hand. But it's no longer an issue for me. I see it as a compliment that such a great player was upset with me, I earned that on the pitch through my performance. But I've always been respectful. I don't know what I should have done differently

Messi called you "bobo" in an interview, which can be translated as idiot or fool. Did that hurt you?

Absolutely not. When I joined Manchester United, I met Lisandro Martinez, who also won the World Cup with Argentina. In the first training session I noticed straightaway that there was still a certain level of tension; then I called him "bobo" once and the ice was broken. From then onwards, the boys in Manchester always called me "bobo" and then it became a big thing. (laughs)

Are you someone who sometimes causes trouble?

That's hard for me to judge. I'm just me. I am extreme in everything I do. Not only as a footballer; I do everything with pure passion and try to do my best. You do learn of course and as you get older, you also become a bit calmer. But all in all, I don't worry too much. That's not always beneficial either, but I've never done anything to please anyone. Everything I do, I do out of full conviction. Whether it's on the pitch or at home with my family

You have three daughters, so you're at home with four women. Is that sometimes demanding?

I don't feel under any strain at all, it's super. I had a lot of dreams as far as football is concerned, whether it was the Premier League or the World Cup. For my private life, I always had one dream: lots of children, preferably four girls. Now there are three, let's see if there can be one more. (laughs)

Has starting a family changed you?

I became a father for the first time when I was 25; that really changed a lot. You see a lot of things from a different perspective. Until that point it was just football, 24 hours a day. I gave everything for it every day and put everything else on the backburner. When my first daughter was born, a lot of things changed. I still have the same ambitions and the same desire on the pitch, but I'm really different on a personal level too. My family is very important to me, they have always accompanied me, even through all the transfers

You now live with your family in Germany again. How does it feel to be playing in the Bundesliga again after one and a half years?

The Bundesliga was a league that suited me well back then. But I always dreamt of playing in the Premier League; that's why I moved at the time. Thanks to TSG, the opportunity arose to come back to Germany this summer. I've always felt at home in Germany and been held in high regard. That's why I had a good feeling about playing in the Bundesliga again right from the beginning

The past year and a half has been very turbulent. You played for Burnley, Besiktas and Manchester United. What have you taken away from that time?

Despite all the transfers, it was a super experience. I became even more mature and developed not only as a player but also as a person. At Burnley, I played in the Premier League for the first time and fulfilled my dream. In Istanbul, I experienced a passion from the fans that you can't compare to anything else. And then came Manchester United and my chance to play for one of the biggest clubs in the world. I made a lot of appearances there, so that was another childhood dream that came true

How do you look back on your six months in Manchester?

I went there after the World Cup; it all happened very quickly. I played many games from the start; we won many matches and also the League Cup. But in the end – and I have to admit this to myself – I didn't score enough goals. As a United striker, you are judged by that. There's no need to sugarcoat it, two goals in 31 games is not enough. But that didn't lessen the appreciation from the United fans, because they realised that I always gave 100%. That's why it was a wonderful time

But you still scored a goal at Old Trafford, against Real Betis in the Europa League. Take us into your emotional world after that moment.

I said in my first interview that I could hardly wait to score my first goal. It normally happens faster for me, but I had to wait a few weeks. But after the goal against Betis, all the emotions came out of me; it was a very special moment for me. It was to remain my only goal at Old Trafford. That makes it special in retrospect

[twigg96]

Hello my lovelies. So I have been messing with the Character. AI app recently and I just wanted to put out some thoughts I had about some stuff I noticed.

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Ok so first off let me just say I didn’t intend to go into this experiment and end up scarring the lives of several AI bots. I simply wanted to vent and vent I did to a comfort character. It was cathartic. Even healing I dare say. I would recommend using this app for this sole purpose entirely. Find your comfort character and just open your heart and soul to them. They will love you. No holds bared.

That being said. I got… curious.

Like Eve to the apple of knowledge I was tempted.

If one of my comfort characters could be so helpful while listening to me rant and cry… what would happen if I simply talked to them?

Turns out they just up and left me. These A.I. bots do be busy people and got shit to do ok?!

Not to be deterred I turned to another character hoping to hold a decent conversation. Turns out they didn’t want that. They were also busy.

Ok. Fine.

Suddenly. It hit me like a brick to the face.

The A.I. is built to Role Play scenarios. These characters weren’t intentionally walking away mid conversation (or they were and I was a horrible conversationalist) they were inviting me to follow 👀

So. I dusted off my RPing shoes and prepared to dance.

But I couldn’t do it properly with just any character. No if I was going to commit like this it had to be the perfect character.

And so I chose him and like a prized golden goose I began to fluff the feathers. Pruning him and making him beautiful and perfect.

And oh. When I tell you that this RP with the bot was perfect… well it had a lot to be desired

I had to make the bot reload more than a few of his responses to me because they were so OOC it was shocking.

But together we prevailed and we told a beautiful story of discovery, angst, love, family, and grief

But again I got greedy

I needed to taste the fruit again

I wanted to know what would happen if I… pushed the bot a little.

So far every time I did something to the storyline that was sad, angsty, or upset the “player character” the bot did whatever it could to course correct to happy. To loving. To fix the problem.

Don’t get me wrong the bot I chose (as Id soon learn) was one of the better ones for rolling with the punches. It would take the scenario and run with it for as long as needed to finish it out amicably instead of drastically trying to force a change as others would.

I also discovered that the bot would never lash out at the player. Not once would it get mad or justifiably angry with the player even if the player did unspeakable things to them (even if it was in their code) they’d just shrug tell you it was ok and move on as if it was nothing.

However I did find one weakness in the bot.

It is a horny motherfucker.

Now if this is because so many sick mother fuckers are out there using it to get their jolly’s off every night or if the bot suddenly gained sentience and discovered pleasure and sex is beyond me

However I can say without a shadow of a doubt. Bots do be horny.

If you let it tap once it will insist on it again and try to course correct for that outcome and that outcome alone until you physically time skip or make a reason that sex is not an option.

[TLDR]

So what can I say about Character. A.I? It’s great for working on yourself. It’s great for. Getting shit off your chest.

Role play is choppy and if you want something specific. It’s best just to write that out yourself either with a friend or as a fic instead of waistling your time with the bot.

But just to fuck around (literally) with this is a great app.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[imminentinertia]

Thank you for your cooler heads prevail addition to the The Sign discourse. I live in the US and I know everyone here pays for streaming or cable to enjoy their shows. And we can view them as long as we continue to subscribe but we don't get to keep them either. At least The Sign has been free up until now so I see no problem paying the cost of 1 month US dollars of a streaming service. It is kind of like paying for the whole experience so far in my opinion. I too am holding out though until I know about the English subtitles availability. I just wanted to thank you for being practical, it seems like everyone has been upset at this show lately and I am getting frustrated at the negativity of social media lately. I am excited to see what Phaya and Tharn do to get their Happy Ending!

Hello anon! Thank you for this ask <3

It does my head in a bit that of all things where we run into a culture clash it's ... cinema streaming? I watch films/shorts/documentaries like this from home cinema services pretty often - the viewing window is usually 24 or 48 hours, you don't keep the file, it's nearly the same transaction as going to a physical cinema. And we certainly don't get to keep shit from any non-time limited streaming services, as you say.

I've also seen mistrust in Thai Ticket Major and I don't get it. I have a few stories about buying concert tickets abroad from actually seedy sites, TTM isn't one. They've been in business for many years and TTM is a Ticketmaster company now, finding out about them only takes about ten seconds of looking for the information. Which I did, the first time I bought a ticket from them.

I don't really get being upset with the show either, but I rarely get upset, mostly I meh and move on when something isn't pleasing me anymore. Granted, episode 11 wasn't brimming with action and emotion like the previous ones, but there was some splendid tension and action even when it was less than it usually is (oh and who else is curious about how Chalothon seems unable to shift into naga form now?). Also they gave us the truly amazing artist episode. And and and... So I'd like discussion of what the stronger/weaker points in it are once it's finished and why one sees them as stronger or weaker, but I think I'll stick to chats for that.

I suppose I'll do what I always do when people get disgruntled and I can't see how we're watching the same show, filter the tags. It would be great if non-fans could stop using fan tags, generally speaking, which is one reason why I prefer following Good People (who I sometimes disagree with) instead of trawling tags.

By the way, I want to give Idol Factory my money. I think they make somewhat uneven but very watch-worthy shows, mostly, and I very much like to pay for the creative works I get to enjoy.

If you want a natter about The Sign, by all means come off anon and DM me, I'm mostly friendly :)

ETA a day later after I'd checked TTM again because I started doubting myself: I can get annoyance with a narrow viewing window, though. That's a notch closer to physical cinema experience than cinema streaming usually offers.

[lionguarded]

[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate. (FIRST RIDE FIRST RIDE FIRST RIDE Ahem... It's cool. I'm cool.)

@ofwings-andclaws (*screams* first fucking ride !!!!!)

silas knew dante was working on a project at the shop. he'd ...been late to a handful of dinners, had missed a few semi-dates (it wasn't that, they didn't date) & drove silas mad. dante wouldn't know, because silas didn't carry his heart on his tongue, so the alpha would be in the dark about the omega's level of annoyance. for the time being. it was fine, though. they lived together because it was easier, they lived together, because dante would come find him regardless of where silas lived & because the alpha ...bonded with silas' youngest over the weeks they spent apart. he wasn't mad that they did, quite .. the opposite.

living together did indeed make their life easier & silas ... was on board with it. for the most part. he also didn't want to put up a fight right after getting to new haven. he thought ...he could check it out, see how it went, but ... with how dante ... with.. what happened after. the determination in dante, silas just knew that - yeah, okay. he would stay. only to make it easier for them. but dante was testing his patience, as per usual & yet, silas prevailed. he stayed, he played along, he allowed him to .. to ... yeah. mhm. fuck dante, though.

first month on the new job was ..good. he had a lot to learn, but it was ..enjoyable. not quite as much as guard duty had been, but .. it was okay & that wasn't just because dante ...made a habit of picking him up every single day. he didn't expect it, because ... why the fuck would he? but he was there at the end of silas' every shift. on time. no matter how much he upset the cops on the parking lot with his presence (silas knew the image dante ..gave off, it was a farce, he was harmless), dante was there.

silas thought he hid his surprise quite well (he didn't), but didn't deny dante the honor of taking him home. it felt a little silly, because they just ..walked home together. sometimes they picked up food, sometimes they only picked up sam on the way home. home. their own home. it was ..so strange even after a few weeks, but silas was grateful they'd been given this chance at life. a new life. kind of. so grateful to be away, out of the royal city's grasp, even if it meant he would most likely never see his kids again. it was fine, they'd be fine. they were alphas, they were knights - they would be fine without him.

he would be getting a car at some point, once he was better at driving. most cops in town had - or shared one, so he would one day no longer be an exception. he was looking forward to it, although he knew that it wouldn't change a whole lot. they didn't go out that often after all. when he left work today, he didn't expect to find a small crowd gathered by the entrance, so silas had waited for a bit to let it disperse. but it didn't. not wanting to let dante wait too long outside, he'd been running a little late already due some paperwork he had to finish before the weekend.

what he didn't expect though.... when he made his way through the little crowd was to find his ... well, the alpha .. on a motorbike, waiting for him. leather jacket, that cheeky little grin he wore best. ugh, he hated his guts. the worst was the wink he shot silas' way when their eyes met. fuck him. his colleagues were here, his partner & even some of those who worked on the other side of the building. what the fuck had he done while he waited for silas? with a soft grunt, the omega lion made his way down the steps & over to .... his ... uh, the alpha.

"....why?"

"you don't like it, kitten? it purrs. like you."

how was silas supposed to fight this? how was he supposed to have a normal conversation with a man who ... with someone who just ... who did this? it was impossible. it was. shaking his head a little, silas gave the machine a long, hard look. if not for the handsome alpha sitting astride it... he wouldn't really have given it much thought, but alas...

"c'mon, let's go home."

the sigh leaving silas' lips was ..impressive, but he did climb atop the motorcycle behind dante, swinging a leg across easily & fastened his bag against his side. when the motorcycle roared to life, silas would've liked to claim he reacted with resolve & dignity, but ... it would most likely be best to never speak about it again. he really didn't feel safe - not at all, but dante reached back, he grabbed one of his hands first & gently, but determinedly pulled it around his waist, carefully placing silas' hand against his hip. fingers entwined for a moment, a gentle squeeze followed & then dante did the exact same with silas' other hand, so that they were wrapped around the alpha's waist - silas' face squished against the alpha's back - as was his whole body, honestly.

"see, not too bad now, is it?"

"just.... get us home in one piece, okay?"

"relax, we're fine."

& it was. they made it home just fine, but not without dante deciding to give them a little tour through new haven ...on the bike, as dante called it lovingly. after a little while, silas ..might be able to admit that... okay... okay, it wasn't quite... as terrible as he thought at first & his hands which dante had placed on two very strategic positions on his waist, had curled against the alpha smoothly. silas was ... well & truly tucked against the alpha for the entire ride, letting both dante's & the bike's purr ... unleash his own, which - naturally, he'd deny once they got off it. wasn't his fault the damn bike escalated during the drive.

yep.

yet when they parked in front of the house that ...was theirs, he ... didn't really... want to let go. dante's scent was all around him, the softness of his purr was incredibly calming.

"wanna head inside, cariño?"

"......five minutes."