#but the ignorance of outsiders is bothering me

[thekaratcake-blog]

Okay lets start immediately with, I'm not using race as a tool, crying hate doesn't absolve you of wrong doing and spreading misinformation, I don't need to be black to tell you it's shitty to justify the shit used to ensalve your ancestors, that's just obviously fucked up

Once again you immediately go to the rules for hebrew slaves, the year of jubilee only applies to hebrew slaves, the death penalty is only for kidnapping, whereas selling and buying slaves is explicitly allowed, but they are generally instead the children of the slave traders or of course, prisoners of war or slaughter, that of course does not make it better and is where a lot of the african slaves in america came from

You clearly missed my point about the shellfish, it's that god can prohibit shellfish but not slavery, you are seriously arguing that god will tell people not to eat a certain food but not bother to say you can't own slaves, I do not lack maturiy but I guess your opinion is noted, if of course you are using personal views of me as a person to try to dismiss my points however, that is what we call and "ad hominem attack" the slavery commanded in the bible for non hebrew slaves is of course, directly equivelent to american chattel slavery, stop using hebrew slave laws, you're seriously arguing that because they treated people in their group better it's fine and ignoring the ones outside of the group that were treat exactly like your ancestors

Job was literally punished and tortured by god to prove a point, that's fucked up no matter what you believe and it's also god directly killng children

My grammar and spelling is perfectly fine, and you have still failed to give a reason why we should take exodus 20 as direct command of god, but exodus 21 directly following it as anything other than that, you have just decided that arbitrarily because it fits your worldview, whereas it's context and place in the bible would dictate that it is, infact, divine instruction

Also if your god is that sort that even allows slavery to happen, that's fucked up, but you still haven't given me any good reason why it was allowed and not commanded, because again, everything else would say otherwise

You did a great job of dodging the questions about the slave's bible or god just murdering children

Kinda funny how you only address the points you think you have an excuse for, and what exactly implies I "desire so badly for my question to be answered" I honestly couldn't care less because I know the answer will avoid the real bad stuff and just use someone else's bad apologetics, however, of course, it'll reflect quite poorly on you and your religion if you can't answer these questions, so I'll lay it out again

Tell me the difference between the rules for specifically non hebrew slaves and american chattel slavery, as none of the rules you've mentioned up to this point apply to non hebrew slaves

Explain the existence of the slave's bible if you don't think it played a large role in american slavery

"Well we can't understand god so whatever he does is fine" is just a terrrible cop out, but I get it, you can't actually justify his horrible action so the best you can do with "well we just can't understand it"

And if you want, lil bonus question if you of course, are even able to respond or give a shit to, what's up with god killing children? The first born sons of the egyptians? And demanding a sacrifice of a lamb and the smearing of it's blood on the doorway to mark the children he is not to kill

And bonus 2, just the entire slaughter of the caananites

[sturn5iolo]

DREAM MAKER & HEARTBREAKER

synopsis: chris had been ignoring you so you show up to a party looking for him, just for him to be with another girl.

pairing: frat boy! chris sturniolo x f!reader

warnings: drinking, angstish??, “no strings attached”relationship, not proofread

mellys note!!: this plot came up in my head while i listened to the song “moon river” by frank ocean… why?? idk? so enjoy

the sound of music blasted in your ears. you were at a frat party, mainly for chris. you knew he was going to be there. you and chris have been an off and on situationship, you knew you loved him. but did he love you?

you walked around trying to look for him, sparing a “hi” to anybody who came up to you but quickly walking away. you were so desperate to find chris because he had been ignoring you for a good few days and something in you made you feel weird. a pit in your stomach bothering you, telling you to look for him.

passing through all the drunken people who stench of alcohol and weed, you finally made it to the living room. your eyes wandered until it made it to the couch. there was chris.

but he wasn’t alone, a skinny brunette girl sat on his lap. her fingers ran through his hair, her other hand resting on his chest as he whispered something in her ear that caused her to laugh. you saw the way his lips tickled her ear, the way his hands stayed on her thighs and the way they laughed and conversed together.

jealousy started seeping out of you, but you stayed in place. your teeth dug into the insides of your cheek and your eyes watered. why were you so upset about this? you question in your head over and over.

you quickly pivot and start to go towards the kitchen counter. there you start to mix all types of drinks into a red solo cup, not even caring about how you will feel the next day. all that you could think about was chris and the random girl.

the alcohol went down your throat quickly and gave you a quick burning sensation. you winced at the taste but you just wanted the drunk feeling.

1 drink turned into 3 into 5 into too many you forgot to count. after taking probably your 9th cup, you hear someone talk to you. “think you’ve had enough?” a deep voice spoke, you look to your side, it was one of chris’ frat brothers. “ohhh heyyy! honestly no i think i need more.” you hiccup out.

before you can grab a cup, chris’ frat bro takes it away. “nope chris will kill me if i let you.” you roll your eyes, “ugh why should he care! he’s with that other girl.” the guy looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed and then chuckles, “damn girl your wasted.”

not even letting him say something else, you turn around and start walking away, not wanting to continue this conversation. somehow you made it outside, the cold wind hit you like the speed of light making you shiver a bit. you sit down on the curb of the sidewalk.

“need some company?” a familiar voice questioned you, chris. your roll your eyes once again and choose to ignore him. you hear him grunt as he sits next to you, “what do you want?” you slur. “well i heard your drunk and alone so i knew i had to find you.”

you twist your head and look at him. you haven’t seen him up close in a few days so you take in his features, and the way they glow by the moonlight. “whatever, go back to that girl you were with.” you whisper but he had still heard you. chris’ tongue glides over his teeth as he nods. “what you jealous?”

you scoff at him, “of course i was chris…how could you ignore me for days then go off flirting with her.” you say “we aren’t official..” chris tries defending himself.

at this point your speechless, you knew he was right so what’s the point on fighting back on this? you both go quiet not having anything else to say to each other.

you stand up very quickly, making you wobble a bit almost losing your balance. “welp im going to head back home! no point of having me here.” you quietly say the last part. chris stands up with you, “did you drive here yourself?” he questions you genuinely curious. you nod at him and try to walk away.

chris grabs your arm, “then no your not. you’re not driving back yourself.” you groan at him, “im not going anywhere with you?!” crossing your arms and standing in place. he rolls his eyes at you and bends his knees. you look at him confused until you feel yourself being lifted off the ground. the quick action made you dizzy, chris held you bridal style and started walking towards his car.

“put me down!” you whined out to him, but he ignored you. unlocking his car and putting you in the passenger seat. he reached over and grabbed the seatbelt buckling you in, “your so damn stubborn all the time jesus.”

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 8

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Hi lovelies! Plz don’t forget to like & rb. It means the world to me! :)

Remy’s POV

“Look at you. You don’t even respect your fucking self, man.” Billie mumbled, barely making any sense. Her eyes looked angry, bothered, annoyed. It wasn’t her.

“Let’s go home, you’re drunk as fuck. You don’t mean that.”

She swayed to the bass in place, slightly nodding her head to the beat. I didn’t even notice how much time had passed, standing there awkwardly to the side of the dance floor. Finneas came up to us. He had probably seen her yank her arm away and wondered what was going on.

“Let’s head out. She’s had too much.” I pointed towards the exit.

He took one look at her and nodded, calling the car out to the front.

“No! Fuck it, I do mean it. You’re too fucking scared to take a risk, so you keep sitting in your fucking office hoping one day you’ll do more than shred paper.”

That stung. I ignored her as Finneas and Claudia began to walk her outside. I wasn’t much of a help since I was struggling on my feet too.

“When I get back, you’ll be right where I left you. You’re not gonna go anywhere working for a fucking pig like him.”

“Is that what you think, Billie? What else?” I knew it wasn’t a good idea to argue back, but I didn’t care what state of mind she was in. I couldn’t believe she was saying any of this to me.

“Let’s just get in the car, Rem. She’s too fucked up, she doesn’t know what-“ Claudia shook her head.

“No! I’m not! And I’d like to- I want you to know I’m so serious. You let everyone treat you like shit! Your fucking ex, your boss, your parents!” She pointed.

“Shut up, Billie! Stop talking!” I put her seatbelt on her, struggling to put the buckle in the hole the first few times as Finneas drove off.

“Who took care of you when that motherfucker left you for another bitch?! Who lived with you and held you all day and night, and fed you, and made you whole again?” She shouted, scrambling her words, closing her eyes for emphasis.

“You want to throw that in my face now?” I was pissed. How dare she bring that up. There was no need to be that petty. I didn’t understand what brought this on her. She had never said anything so mean before. I knew it was the alcohol talking, but this hurt deep.

“And now! You’re just gonna leave me!” She pointed her finger.

“Leave you? Like you said, I’m not going anywhere! You’re the one leaving me!”

“She doesn’t mean any of this Rem, just ignore her.” Finneas reassured me, trying to deescalate the situation.

“No, say how you really feel, Billie!” I looked at her, squinting.

“You don’t believe in your fucking self! You beg me to believe in you, when you won’t even give yourself a fucking chance!” Her eyes closed as she tried to be louder.

“Oh, is that why you boss me around and tell me what to do with my life? Because you think I could do so much better being your fucking groupie?” I snapped back.

“You might as well be my fucking groupie! Better than being assistant TO the groupie!”

“You wish! So I could clap for you and gas you up every night? Like everyone else does?” I shouted back.

“Well, it’d be nice to have you be there for me once in a while, instead of putting work first like you always do!” Billie crossed her arms.

“You KNOW I can’t just do that!”

“Yeah, okay, whatever. You just wanna stay there and be a martyr so you can have something to complain about!”

“OH! So now I bitch about everything! I thought I kept things to myself and didn’t accept people’s help? Which one is it, Billie?”

“Whatever dude, you wanna be a sexy little office receptionist, and bend over for some bald fuck, and write some bullshit on a magazine, when you know you want to do more with your life.” She waved her hand around, her eyeliner running a little on the corner of her eyes.

“No, that’s your girlfriend Rachel! Weren’t you the one trying to suck her dick so she’d let me hop on a damn column?”

“I was trying to help you, dumbass!”

“I was trying to hang out with my best fucking friend before she travels the world for, like, a year!”

“Right! That’s why you wanted to get fucking wasted tonight! So you wouldn’t even remember our last night together.” Billie got teary eyed, blinking away her anger. “I didn’t even want to drink tonight!”

“No one forced you! You got all weird when that guy talked to me, and you shoved 2 shots consecutively up your ass!”

Claudia looked at Finneas. They shared a look and I wondered what that was about. He turned the corner toward my apartment and turned on his hazard lights.

“No one is concerned with who you wanna make out with, Remy!” She mumbled.

“Except you, because you act like my damn mother anytime anyone even looks at me!” I pointed at her. She stared at my finger, looking nauseous.

“Maybe if you had better judgment I wouldn’t have to fucking-“

“Whatever bro! You don’t get to tell me what to do with my life! And when you get back, you’ll see how fucking wrong you are! And how shitty of a fucking friend-“

“Shitty friend?? Because I want better for you?!” She leaned forward.

“You wouldn’t even know what being wrong feels like! Everyone always tells Billie Eilish yes!” I said, immediately feeling terrible. Immediately feeling like I crossed a line. But she had crossed multiple already.

Her face turned a shade of hurt I hadn’t seen before.

“No, fuck that! Fuck you, Remy!” She yelled.

“Fuck you, too!” I open the door and slam it, walking out before the car was even in park. Finneas fully stopped the car and ran out. He walked me to the door as I keyed in the code.

“I wanna make sure you get inside safely.” He held the door open for me when it unlocked. “God, I’m sorry, that was a lot.”

I held back tears and rubbed my arms, feeling the midnight breeze give me goosebumps before quickly walking in.

“She’s definitely not in the right mindset and I really don’t think she meant to be that-“

“Honest?” I asked, tears starting to stream down my face. “I think she did.” I called the elevator, pressing the button 18 times.

“Remy, she loves you. More than you think. You’re everything to- She just-“

“It doesn’t matter, Finneas. That fucking hurt. Drunk or not.“ I stepped into the elevator as the door slid open.

“Please, Rem. Listen, I know she was pushing it. I’m not gonna make excuses-“ He was visibly frustrated, pushing his hair back as he spoke. “And trust me, she’s going to feel like such a dick tomorrow-“

“I don’t care. I don’t want to hear it anymore from-“

The elevator door began to slide, when he stuck his hand in the way to stop it from closing. “Promise me you’ll see her tomorrow before she leaves for tour.” He looked serious, as if it would change anything. As if seeing her tomorrow would make it hurt any less.

I didn’t say anything. I just leaned back on the elevator wall, crossing my arms.

“Please. Think about it… I’m sorry, Remy. Have a good night.” He nodded, removing his hand and letting the door shut. My heart dropped as the elevator rose to the 5th floor.

In my apartment, I got ready for bed and threw myself into the pillows. My head spun and throbbed as the effects of alcohol slowly left my body. I knew everything would hurt tomorrow morning. I stared at my ceiling, hoping to fall asleep. I thought about Billie’s face when she said those things. When she told me I’d stay exactly where she left me. How can I give up all the hard work I’ve put in. I wonder if she was ever proud of me. I wonder if she knows how much I care about what she thinks of me. I thought about her face when I practically told her she doesn’t know what no means. I thought about her face when she told me “fuck you”. I wonder if tomorrow she’ll be hurting about all this as much as I am right now. We’d never spoken to each other like this before. It felt like she wanted to say more than she actually did…

Eventually my eyelids became heavy, and I drifted into a deep, deep sleep.

******

My eyelids slowly blinked open, staring at my wall. I groaned, stretching and turning on my other side. The light from my window was so uncalled for, causing me to squint and curl up into a ball. My head pounded, reminding me of the events last night.

“Oh shit.” I gasped, grabbing my phone faster than my brain could register. It was 1:02pm and a missed call from Billie displayed on my screen. I put my passcode in, messing up twice before finally being able to call back. The phone rang for a while. I sat up in bed, impatiently. No answer. I had overslept and didn’t have a chance to say good bye before she left on the tour bus. She was probably so angry at me. I remembered how much she hurt me last night, the words all freshly dancing around in my mind. I didn’t know what to make of it, but clearly she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I figured if she did, she’d call back.

I threw my phone at the foot of the bed and pulled the covers over my head, wishing away the awful headache. I closed my eyes and tried my best to fall back asleep so I didn’t have to think. Obviously, that didn’t work out. My brain wanted to walk me through the least blurry bits of our fight instead.

I threw the covers off and got up, going straight for the medicine cabinet and taking some Advil, dry. I rotted into the couch for the rest of the day, watching the tv show I wasn’t allowed to watch without her. I don’t know if I did it out of spite or to feel close to her. I’m sure she’ll be watching it without me anyway.

Each time I checked my phone for any calls or texts, my stomach did this weird flip thing. I waited all day to receive anything from her to no avail.

Around 8pm, I realize I haven’t had a bite to eat. As I put some almond butter toast on a plate, my phone dinged. I pulled it out of my pocket to see Billie had posted on instagram. An update to her fans letting them know she was on the road, and excited to see them in Quebec, Canada.

I made it a point to like the insta story post, so she knows that I know she’s ignoring me. This is bullshit, I thought. How petty, I thought, the irony going straight over my head.

[murdocksapostasy]

Maybe something where Matt is at Josie’s with Foggy and Karen, but he hears the reader being harassed/forced outside with a creep, so he intervenes?

It’s probably done a lot, but I never get tired of this trope. 💖

hello! thank you for your request it was really fun to write!!

TW: for sexu@l harassment

Another after work evening at the local bar for matt, foggy and karen. nothing really out of the ordinary, matts pretending he doesn’t know to play pool while foggy purely enjoys the company of his closest friends. for you however, every late trip to the bar was a struggle, the eyes of lust filled creeps following you around the bar, you were starting to re consider your choices. was a few shots worth it? your standing by the drinks pondering when a stinging slap on your ass knocks you back into reality, you turn around furious

“what is wrong with you.?” you say to the creep in front of you before leaving a tip on the counter and walking away towards the exit. but the man persists

“c’mon sweetheart leaving without me?” you try ignore his remarks but he follows you out side attempting to grab you, “don’t fucking touch me” you assert, but the creep try’s to reach for you again

“i said get off me!”

you’re certain at this point that he is going to attack you, fear fills your head, is this it? is this how tonight ends for you? or maybe life all together? the attacker makes another move on you covering your mouth with his hand pinning you up against the alley wall. you freeze, terrified to see your fate further unfold in front of you, you’re about to close your eyes. when suddenly you feel the weight of the man pull away from you, your eyes shoot open, he’s on the ground? knocked out?

“are you alright?..it’s okay don’t be scared i’m not gonna hurt you i just to know you’re okay.”

is this the man who just knocked out your attacker? you notice his glasses, and the cane propped up against the wall behind him…he’s blind? you don’t answer his question and keep your distance, now less scared but instead confused, the man speaks again. “my name is matt, i was inside the bar earlier when i noticed he was bothering you-” matt continues to explain himself to try make you more comfortable. “thank you.” you blurt out

“of course, i couldn’t have stood by, may i walk you home?”

[hunters-vigil]

The Archon's Baby Chapter 14 - The Calm

First Chapter Previous Chapter

Warnings: medical talk and inaccuracies, impending death of a major character, pregnancy talk etc.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu.

It took days for any news, leaving you to inform Mavuika you were heading to your appointment with Mayahuel, and that you'd see her there. Unfortunately, your focus went onto all the water you needed to drink before the appointment.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Granny, hi!" your eyes widened as you realised who you had just walked into, but you didn't see how the annoyance in Citlali's faded as she slipped into a trance the moment your hand touched hers.

You didn't mean to hold her up for whoever she was meeting in the stadium, but she seemed less bothered as she looked you over carefully.

Time has been unfair to you and those around you, but even candlelight can turn into a roaring flame with enough fuel...

Citlali said nothing, only nodding her head before walking away. She already had enough on her plate before finding out that you were carrying the Pyro Archon's offspring.

"Unlike that old hag, 'Granny Itztli,' right? Does she think she can ignore us just because she's famous?" Paimon grumbled, not realising that Citlali was making her way over, after the slight delay you caused.

///

"Ah, there you are. Is... anyone else coming today? Your sisters, or the other parent?" Mayahuel treaded carefully as your gaze lingered on the door. She had assumed it was nerves, but maybe you were just waiting for someone?

"I told her when the appointment was, so she should be here if she wasn't ambushed on the way..." you corrected her, avoiding looking the doctor from the Masters of the Night-Wind in the eye as you heard familiar heeled boots outside the room. Mayahuel definitely knew of your mother after all.

"Ambushed? I was under the presumption you were resting here at the inn for the time being." Mayahuel raised an eyebrow, moving over to open the door as someone knocked.

"She's been staying with me in my personal chambers." Mavuika interrupted, smiling softly as she walked over to your side, pressing kisses to each of your knuckles after taking your hand in hers.

"Archon? I see... well regardless of that status, you are the other mother? Along with the scans, we'll also listen to the heartbeat today, how does that sound?" Mayahuel moved on from the revelation of Mavuika being the mother of your baby rather quickly, instead focussing on the appointment itself. She didn't say that Chuychu had warned her of some unprecedented circumstances, and that you'd be nervous talking about it. Of course, she never expected it to be this unforeseen.

Instead the older woman focussed on the way your eyes lit up, looking at Mavuika who shared the awe-struck expression the moment Mayahuel found the baby's heartbeat and turned up the volume of the doppler. A lot of technology in Natlan had been developed using phlogiston, including some medical equipment. Many doctors still relied on more natural remedies, but pregnancies needed all the precautions...

"Mayahuel, that look on your face. Are the baby and mother okay?" Mavuika was more intuitive in that moment, watching as Mayahuel pressed something, clearing the audio for a moment.

"Is that two heartbeats?" Mavuika's eyes widened, looking for confirmation as you frowned, looking between the doctor and your girlfriend for an answer.

"Isn't one of the heartbeats mine?" your question may have been slightly silly, but Mayahuel just shook her head, turning around the screen to show you both.

"Congratulations, you're having twins." Mayahuel smiled, letting the two of you process what was just said.

Mavuika's jaw dropped slightly, your eyes widening as you watched the screen, "my sisters are going to kill you. They freaked out over one baby, imagine telling them we're having two-"

You cut yourself off, looking at your belly before back at Mavuika, "how the hell am I supposed to birth two babies?"

///

"It will be safe for her to carry two? Safe for her and them?" Mavuika questioned Mayahuel, who explained that twins came with more risks, but also more monitoring, and while your sister specialised in abyssal corruption and your father Cusco was more saurian based, there was always your mother and many doctors in the Masters of the Night-Wind who would be on call. Mavuika demanded the best of everyone, but this was immediately heightened.

She needed you, and the babies, to live and be healthy.

You were quiet the entire time that Mavuika and Mayahuel spoke, your eyes on the screen that was still showing the two blobs. Your two babies. Twins...

Twins weren't unheard of in Natlan. There were the twin heroes, Atawallpa and Waskar, who had grown up in separate tribes. Atawallpa's history fell to the People of the Springs, while Waskar's fell to the Collective of the Plenty.

"My love?" Her voice was laced with concern, eyebrows crinkling together as she held your hands, noticing your silence and how glassy your eyes were.

Mayahuel had stepped out to get something, giving you time to speak your mind.

"I'm raising two babies alone... they'll grow up to hear stories and legends about their mother, the Pyro Archon, and I wish you could see them grow up, but it feels so selfish to want that. I feel selfish. You're supposed to be able to use the powers without any regret, to save Natlan... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-" Tears began to cascade down your cheeks, frantically trying to wipe at them but Mavuika beat you to it.

"You are not selfish... you are pregnant with twins and their mother is doomed to die before their birth, or they, their mother, and the entire nation that awaits them will be consumed by the abyss instead. This is not something I take likely, my responsibility as the archon of this nation, but also as a to-be-parent. I want more than anything to meet them, to watch you flourish into motherhood... but I cannot. We are not selfish for wanting things we cannot have. I can only apologise for putting you into this situation." Mavuika shuffled awkwardly to swing a leg up onto the patient bed you had been laying on for the scan, her arm wrapping around your shoulders to hold you close.

"I don't regret it. I could never, I don't regret becoming pregnant with your twins, and I don't regret you, how could I ever regret falling in love with you? You deserve love Mavuika, the god of death can't take that from you." Your forehead rested against hers, listening to each other breathe as emotions overran you both.

Mavuika didn't speak, she couldn't force a single word out. She regretted none of what she had done, she only mourned what she would miss, and worried about how much danger she was putting you in, from the moment of that first kiss.

Mayahuel eventually returned, passing you a copy of the ultrasound result to keep, along with a lot more medical things that Chuychu would no doubt begin to lecture you about the moment she saw them.

"Um... I have to go pee, but we need to talk about... them, and telling my family the update." You stated as you and Mavuika left, luckily the outside of the medical centre in the stadium was bare enough for you two to go undetected, but you kept your words careful nonetheless.

"Of course. By the way, Chuychu and Chasca said something before, about you having... odd naming choices?"

"Okay, in my defence, I was six when papa asked me to name a qucusaur chick. Six year old me was mad because it wasn't a itkomisaur." You paused, spotting the confused look on Mavuika's face, "I used to play with them with Ororon, back when mama took me to work with her at the Masters of the Night-Wind. Now, I really have to pee!" you hurried away, leaving Mavuika to smile to herself as she headed back to the Speaker's Chamber, hoping that her scouts will have found any more evidence of the Captain and Ororon... wait, you knew Ororon when you were a child?

"You knew Ororon?" Mavuika was straight to the point, sitting in her throne in the Speaker's Chamber, waiting for you to return.

"Similar ages, kinda. Mama would take me to work while Chuychu and Chasca did whatever... I don't even remember anymore. They say I always wanted to be around them, and I guess it got annoying... or taking their baby sister everywhere was annoying for them. Ororon was usually playing with saurians or digging in the vegetable patch outside granny's place, Citlali, I mean... so I'd go help. He was quiet and a bit awkward but we got along. Eventually I started all my training and stuff with the Flower-Feather clan, so mama stopped taking me, so I didn't see him much then. He started bringing me fruits, vegetables and honey though when I moved out. I think papa said something to Ifa... anyway, I should go rest, you have people waiting for you outside." You gestured to the door behind you, smiling softly as you tried to hold back how awkward you felt. Mavuika on any of the thrones for the Pyro Archon always made her feel so far away from you. Besides that one time...

Clearing your throat, you pushed the memory from your mind as you took to the personal chambers, immediately heading towards the bowl of fruit that had been left on the side. Picking out a sunsettia, your eyes lingered on the quenepa berry for a moment. Ororon liked those, well... he likes all fruits and vegetables.

Taking a bite, you settled down on the couch, spotting one of the pregnancy books that your mother had passed to Chuychu to give to you. Some part of you thought that it was meant for a future Chuychu instead, but you exceeded expectations this time...

Reaching for the book, you began to read off from where you had bookmarked. Twelve weeks, the twins should each be around the size of a plum...

///

Mavuika didn't return to you until later in the evening. Bringing with her some stuffed 'n' mashed potatoes with fillings swapped out to be more pregnancy friendly, plus some grainfruit wraps without the leaf wrapping.

"I figured you would be hungry- did you eat the entire bowl of fruit?" Mavuika's eyes widened, looking over at said bowl.

"No, I left you two plums!" you began to defend yourself with a pout, before deciding to explain instead, "since they're the size of the twins at twelve weeks. Plus Mayahuel did the dating during the scan, so yeah... that's how big they are."

"Do you still want some of these, or are you okay with the fruits?" Mavuika offered a grainfruit wrap, that you took immediately as she sat down next to you.

"The fruits were hours ago..." you acknowledged while Mavuika chuckled, taking a bite of her own wrap.

"Citlali and the Traveller brought Oronon to the Speaker's Chamber. He was working with The Captain to protect Citlali. The things children will do to protect their parents, or grandparents in this case..." Mavuika eyed you, and how you were not acknowledging how your bump was beginning to develop.

"I... am in over my head with twins. Especially if they take after you. As perfect as they are, as perfect as you are... you are a handful, darling." You chuckled, before grimacing slightly.

"Are you alright?"

"Heartburn... finding out its twins explains why everything is so intense." You admitted, taking a moment to phrase your question but only one word came out, "twins..."

"Indeed. Twins. I admit I do feel a mix of excitement and dread at telling people. I feel excitement for our two miracles, but dread because your sisters reacted so well when they found out about you are pregnant." Mavuika gently brought your feet up into her lap, her fingers running up and down your calves as you listened to her speak.

"We can keep it our secret for now, until we can process it ourselves. We also- travelling back to my tribe has risks. If the abyss strikes... Mavuika, I'm scared." Your girlfriend's hands froze at the words of your confession, meeting your worried eyes as she nodded.

"It is dangerous, but we will create plans to get you and your family to the stadium safely. I know you would not recover if I could not protect them all... I can't save everyone, as much as I hope my plan will, but I will not lose you, or our children to the abyss. Natlan will live, and our children will be born in a time of peace."

"Everything is so risky, and to think we had a plan to throw Chuychu in a hot spring so she'd finally relax. The stress isn't good for her, it'll make fighting the abyss harder than fighting weaponless. I still don't know where my sisters hid mine. Xilonen forged it and everything..." it felt like you flew through five conversation topics at once as Mavuika blinked, processing everything.

"That was tomorrow, wasn't it? If I make the necessary arrangements, you three could still travel to Toyac Springs. I can also contact Mualani and other warriors there to help. If there was an attack, I know Chasca can fight and Chuychu can throw stink bombs, but we are on the precipice of war." Mavuika sighed, her hands continuously running up and down your calves as her head and her heart fought.

Her head would keep you at the safest place, the stadium. The tribes could fall, but the sacred flame would be the final line...

"Whatever you're thinking, you've been through every possibility. There is another option than travelling to the hot springs. We bring the hot springs here... since we have the hot tub in the bathroom... throw Chuychu in that, I help Chasca preen her feathers and get a nap in, all while we're safe here? Not the most idealic environment but..."

"I'll make the travel arrangements." Mavuika gently moved your legs as she stood up and made her way over to the door, much to your confusion, "you and your sisters deserve some time together, and Toyac Springs is easier terrain to navigate back to the stadium than coming back from Quahuacan Cliff."

"That's your reasoning?" you raised an eyebrow, but it wasn't like Mavuika could say that she had a feeling no news would reach her until tomorrow night, could she?

"I have two conditions however," Mavuika raised her hand to gesture two fingers, "one, Chasca throws Chuychu in the hot spring. No heavy lifting for you..." you nodded, agreeing with your lover's condition, "the second one, I know you know not to go in the hot springs but..."

"I'm stealing your clothes to wear. Well, I already do, but if I can't take you with me, I'm taking your clothes." You folded your arms, waiting for your archon to complain, but she only pouted, muttering about not getting to see you in a swimsuit.

"You say that like it would fit." Avoiding Mavuika's gaze turn from a whiny pout to soft concern about to say something, you shook your head.

"Oversized t-shirt and shorts, out of the hot springs, having a nap after helping Chasca preen her feathers, and Chuychu is relaxing in the hot springs. Both sisters none the wiser that I am carrying twins." You ran through the options, checking off each point with your fingers as Mavuika nodded, walking over to cup your cheeks with her hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Exactly."

///

"Okay, out with it."

"Excuse me?" your fingers froze in between preening Chasca's hair, having been trying to redo her braid for a while.

"You're keeping something from us." Chasca stated, turning around to look you in the eye.

"Do I need to push you in the hot spring? I'd get Mualani to throw you in, but I'd rather not have a repeat of whatever you two fought about when you were younger, after you and Chuychu ditched me with mama at the Masters of the Night-Wind." You began to babble, trying to distract Chasca, and keep Chuychu from getting suspicious.

It had taken a bit just to persuade her to take a day off, getting her into her swimwear was a different argument, and it took her a while to get over Chasca picking her up and tossing her in the hot spring. Forgive us, Atea, for we have sinned...

"Are you and the baby okay?" Chasca quietly asked, her gaze softening as she tried to read your expression.

"We're fine. Size of plums- a plum, you know?" At least you didn't lie through your teeth there, it was true. The baby was the size of a plum... both of them were.

"So, is it you and Mavuika?"

"We're fine. Just expecting the worse with us being on the precipice of war. She's worried about us all going back home to the tribe, in case there's anything happens. With how things get with Ochkanatlan's abyss levels..." you trailed off, eyeing how Chuychu looked like she was asleep in the hot spring, but she wasn't.

"Chuychu stop eavesdropping."

"I am not!" Chuychu retorted, her green eyes meeting yours as you gave her a look, watching her carefully as she rolled her eyes and laid back in the hot spring.

"We are fine... all of us are fine. Now let me finish your braid so you can go brood while I get a nap in, okay? After I drink... all this water... where's Xilonen with the xocoatl when you need her?" you grumbled, ignoring how Chasca raised an eyebrow, letting out a huff before she let you continue fixing her hair.

"You know you need to hydrate." Chasca's voice was soft, letting out a breath as she tried to relax, her shoulders sinking down as you continued to braid.

"Yes, but having to pee so much is annoying." You huffed, finishing Chasca's braid and gently placing it on her shoulder, before you stood up, "like I said, annoying!"

"Any idea what she's hiding from us? She had a scan yesterday-" Chuychu began, but Chasca only stared at her.

"The entire purpose of this trip was for you to relax, not worry more about her. She'll tell us when she's ready. Plus, she was telling the truth. She's fine, the baby's fine, and her relationship is fine."

"So it's something else-"

"Chuychu, listen to your sisters and relax in the hot spring!" Chasca cut her off, slightly louder than she should have been, as she looked up, spotting you returning to from the toilets.

"Because arguing is totally relaxing..." you folded your arms momentarily, before picking up one of the towels from the pile Chasca had made into a nest for you to lay on, wrapping it around yourself before settling for a nap.

"See, the nest wasn't a bad idea." Chasca gestured, hearing Chuychu giggle as you cracked open an eye to look at her.

"You're helping me up next time I have to pee. Now, shush, relax time... as much as you can in these conditions..." you trailed off, tucking a wrapped up towel between your knees to help support you as you went to sleep.

Chasca shook her head, deciding against getting her hair and feathers wet in the hot spring, instead setting near your towel nest to keep watch over you, and in turn, Chuychu, who had closed her eyes to try relax more.

Taking another look around, Chasca frowned slightly. Why was that baby koholasaur so interested in you? She'd noticed the baby yumkasaurs staring at you on the way from the stadium here too... could saurians sense the hormonal changes from your pregnancy?

///

"Chasca, I can walk... you don't need to carry me back to the stadium!" you grumbled, having given up on trying to climb out of Chasca's arms a while ago. Her grip wasn't rough, but she was not letting you go.

"You were walking with your eyes closed, one second away from sleeping." Chuychu pointed out, rubbing at her eyes as she walked, holding back a yawn.

"So were you!" you huffed, folding your arms.

"If I could carry you both, I would, but neither of you are exactly-"

"Do not finish that sentence." Chasca hesitated at your warning tone, changing her next words immediately.

"-kids anymore. It was easier to pick you both up when you were toddling around with Ororon."

"Uh, speaking of Ororon? Wait, is that him?" Chuychu began to point, but your eyes widened, spotting the taller figure with the electro vision wielder, the Traveller, and Paimon.

"We need to get back to the stadium. Now. Quietly... That's the Captain!" you whispered, tugging on Chasca's bandana to get her attention, then trying to reach over to Chuychu, but she whacked your hands away.

"Right... wait, was that Citlali who just ran by us?" Chasca's eyes widened, spotting the pastel pink blur speed by the three of you, whipping up a cloud of dust as she went.

"I think so. Well, Ororon's done for." Chuychu confirmed as the three of you began to hurry back to the stadium.

"Chasca, put me down please, we can move faster if you're not trying to carry me like a baby-" you began to grumble, wondering how many people had been working out just to carry you around.

"Technically-"

"It doesn't count, they haven't been born yet."

[chronic-melon]

Having ME/CFS around Yule looks like:

• Pushing WAY past your limits to spend time with family and friends

• Leaning over to wrap gifts and coming away with sore hands, legs, back…

• Overdoing it trying to make the perfect meal

• Disappointing family when you can’t make it to every gathering or event

• Being unprepared for unexpected hardships or tragedy during the season, like family members in hospitals or a bill that will be hard to pay

• Needing to rest for several days after a gathering and likely flaring severely

• Wanting to do things with the time off but not having the energy, or sometimes even the interest

• Dealing with symptoms from eating foods outside your normal diet… and generally struggling with new textures or flavors

• Needing more help with things like washing extra dishes or handling more packages than usual, even taking out the trash more often

• Managing animals who are dysregulated from unfamiliar people, decorations, smells, and sounds

• Struggling with bright lights and loud noises, leaving gatherings with a headache

• Falling asleep when you’re sitting in the living room talking to your family (yes this happened to me)

• Leaving events early

• Misunderstanding directions or jokes due to brain fog (and in my case autism) but people not taking the time to explain, or getting ignored because there are too many people and it’s too loud

• Not giving the proper reaction to a gift because of symptoms bothering you, not being able to mask pain or fatigue and appearing ungrateful or even upset (also autism)

• The deep-seated fear of catching an infection brought by another guest, but dreading the eye roll and comments from disapproving family

• Needing to park further away from stores or restaurants due to the *hustle and bustle*

If you have more to add, please list it. It doesn’t have to be ME, it can be anything you struggle with as a disabled person around the holiday season.

[lonely-space-ace]

tfw the articles about this being the first gay kiss annoy you so much you learn to use iMovie for the sole purpose of mocking those articles while the mii theme plays in the background

[thefabelmans2022]

i've been thinking about this all day so here's my thoughts on @sillylotrpolls 's "which member of the fellowship fucks":

frodo: too busy Brooding and perhaps even Yearning. maybe once or twice in his youth but to me just doesn't seem like the type of person to have casual sex.

sam: also too busy Yearning, but also just doesn't seem the type. he has a job, he's busy, he's in love with his boss AND the girl at the pub, it's a whole thing.

pippin: for all intents and purposes is like. 17. so again maybe once or twice but in very awkward, fumbling ways that made everyone involved think "wait, did that count?"

merry: fucks severely. confident, kind, intelligent, always there to lend a helping hand (😏). of course he pulls hobbits of all genders constantly. the only potential wrench in the works is the fact that he at the very least is already acquainted with his future wife, so maybe they've got something going on in which case he is probably not out romancing other hobbits.

gandalf: be so serious. who is he fucking? hobbits? saruman? shame those big naturals are going to waste but he does not fuck.

boromir: next after merry, imo. has been around, fighting battles and in taverns and such, and is prone to temptation so has definitely fucked at some point, probably multiple times. however he does hate himself for it.

aragorn: lives in the woods singing about his one true elven love. no way.

legolas: is not married, and therefore has not had sex. elf marriage is the one time tolkien wrote about sex and you're all ignoring it.

gimli: sure. why not? gimli fucks. good for him.

[rimmerslustmonster]

I really wanted to love Arcane but after watching all of it I still find the majority of it really unfulfilling. Like, the animation really is gorgeous (as in, I literally think it's the prettiest/most smoothly animated show I've ever seen in my life and the action sequences especially were incredible) and I found basically all of the characters and their relationships initially really compelling but ultimately it just felt really empty to me.

So many characters' decisions/motivations (not all--there are a handful of obvious choices) seemed to shift aimlessly depending on what music video the creators wanted to make at the time, and the fact that the vast majority of characters actions feels reactionary to whatever outside force (the arcane/hex tech/black rose/whatever) they decided to invoke at the time was really annoying to me. Reactionary character choices aren't inherently bad, but when you have certain characters that everyone in the show plays up as strategic geniuses or powerhouses or whatever and then they also end up just kind of drifting along with whatever is thrown in to get them to end up wherever they ultimately need to be like dust motes and they don't end up being the actuators of basically anything at all in the end it's just fucking irritating tbh. (Especially thinking of season 2 Ambessa here--so much of what she found/achieved was basically by chance and it didn't feel like a coherent effort of her own that actually ended up getting her anywhere and maybe that's a commentary on the opportunistic nature of power or something but it still sucked imo because of how often everyone talked about what a great strategist she is and how dangerous/formidable she was in her own right and she just kind of wasn't in the end because the things she consciously put such a big investment in immediately fell apart for her so it was like... what was the fucking point? she could've been so much fucking better).

It felt like half the stuff that happened didn't happen in service of some overarching message or story but to fulfill vibes and the drama of it. Which again isn't inherently bad but there was just so much of it. Too many things felt like they fell into place 'just so' despite nothing the characters doing as individuals really feeling like it earned them that place. I do think they managed to pull a decent amount of it together in the end, but frankly it's only out of spite I ended up watching the final episode anyway, and you really shouldn't be counting on viewers to do that.

Anyway. Ultimately I guess it's just not for me I think, and the parts of it I did like (style, animation, themes, certain characters) didn't make trying to internally patch the parts I didn't (what felt to me like inconsistent characterization, mishandling themes/messages) to make it work for me feel like it worth the effort so in the end I really can't be bothered to care about it beyond just finishing the series and that makes me kinda sad.

As a show it was fine. The finale did a pretty good job of wrapping some things up mostly satisfyingly enough but damn it was hard to get there.

[letters-of-libertas]

I'm bi and yeah your note on women not having solidarity seems sadly true. Apart from not dating men would there be anything you would suggest to improve ones life apart from stating away from those women if possible?

I love this question because this is how to start thinking: being practical.

What it takes to "improve ones life" is subjective so with that said firstly define what a better life(style) for yourself away from moids would look like. Temporarily mentally remove xy terrorist existence. What would your habits/routine be? What would you work towards & pour your energy into? What would you want to be? What would you center your life around? Take your time with these questions or anymore that come up. Have a general idea then be more specific and start breaking your life down into sectors/sections/areas, then look at where you want to be in those areas and work towards it.

For example; I divide my life into 6-7 aspects:

Physical Strength - Not just about muscle but knowing how to fight, where to hit and when to fight. Being stronger makes it easier to defend yourself in altercations (especially with other women). Some mfs will try you & you cant always rely on others coming to your rescue. Also work on building stamina to help endurance, and keeping as healthy as possible.

Emotional Strength - If you cant control your emotions they will control you. In a world of chaos being emotionally strong will let you cut through the noise and focus on what truly matters. Building emotional strength is not easy but it's worth it. Being able to rise above immediate reactions and pace yourself will allow you to assess situations more rationally & make more beneficial choices.

Finances - Get your bag up. Having money to gain resources is imperative to quality of life. I dont care what anyone says having a certain amount of money in life WILL make you happier as you're able to meet your needs better. Having more money/resources also makes it easier to support other women should you choose to do so, it also allows you to be more influential and have more control over your life. However, dont become a slave to getting money tho because that's how you get scammed.

Network - The type of people you hang around can make or break who you are as a person. Aim to connect with likeminded women who will encourage & inspire you as you go on this journey. Hang around people that value & will be honest with you while giving you grace. Not all women you engage with have to be single & childfree but beware the moid crazy ones because they will bring danger to you in their quest for maIe validation. Life isn't perfect but you cant go wrong having the right people around you, valuable relationships are hard to find but it goes a long way even if it's just online. However, no company > bad company.

Spirituality/Guide - Having something bigger than yourself to guide you through the chaos in this world can offer guidance/purpose that keeps you grounded & focused. For many people generally this is religion/god. Not everyone needs or ascribes to religion/spirituality though, but at least consider sets of morals/beliefs to follow. However even that isn't for everyone. So if you feel better off without spirituality or a 'higher' guide at least be clear on it & your reasons why (for yourself).

Hobbies & Interests - As turbulent as the world is, find things to enjoy amidst the chaos. Constant work, doom, and gloom will not change anything you will only hurt yourself. Take time to indulge in things that make you happy to recharge & relax. Engage in hobbies that serve you, share your passion with other women & hear theirs out too. It goes a long way in terms of mental health.

Security - It takes privilege to decide to not get married or have children as a woman & live it out. Everyone's situation is different so what I'll generally suggest is to constantly look into how you can protect yourself, have backup methods, and stay in the loop of xy predation. Dont drown in it but moids are predators & being completely blind to them is being blind to danger. Elaborated on point 10 here.

Sounds like a lot? Great, it'll keep you busy because this isn't a vacation or destination but a lifestyle. And to be honest, some of y'all can do with the busyness as it'll let you focus on what actually matters. This not to say to overwhelm yourself in things for the sake of it but to prioritise your energy on effective things for your life. As you focus on building you'll find that you have less energy to care about insignificant stuff or stuff out of your control anyways. For example, Instead of getting wound up about user somerandomadjectivefem stirring discourse calling you an extremist or whining about how impossible it is for her & other women to live without romantic love n' whatnot (or even women irl pulling this crap), you either ignore or quickly shut down the conversation & swiftly move on.

Everything I've mentioned are just examples, you may feel differently do whatever you feel best applies. Also remember to enjoy the process along the way as you are living through it afterall :3

Long story short: Work on building resources & other aspects of your life up for yourself.

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[gyaru-blog]

person on the internet - doing a gyaru makeup

the only gyaru makeup reference that uses =

[keirawantstocry]

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[shilo-sumac]

ive always been an outsider looking in whenever i was around other people, in gradeschool, as a trainer, ...wherever the hell else i was

thought it might be different on rotumblr when i first heard about it, i was excited even, talked to everyone i could at first!

... but everyones either sad or missing or angry or hurt or want to be left the fuck alone and im just. here. watching like its a tv drama, reading their lives, trying to get involved where im not wanted, not making it better, not even making it worse, just. there. just an observer. a lurker.

mmm. maybe rin was right. maybe human connection is just more than its worth. i have my pokemon and my island and ill talk to people when they wanna adopt and thatll be good enough for us. my pokemon family...

...

maybe, maybe thats all ill post about then, starting now, thisll just be a rescue and care resource blog, maybe. then i could get my fix of rambling off to strangers without any attachments or or,, idk. i got used to scrolling through this stupid thing now so quitting cold would be hard...

blech.

[running-in-the-dark]

really kinda feels like I just never developed my own personality. I copy what people that I like like. I pick one person at a time to get obsessed with (actually not a choice, but), and then I become them. unconsciously and unintentionally. and it feels bad. real bad! when there's no one it feels like I'm not even real. there's nothing underneath all the pretending. I'm just not there.

[apertures-angel-archive]

at least they wouldn't ignore me 💖