#but the thing is there are no fucking rules

[g00seg1raffe]

What the Jedi say: Always in motion, the future is

What the Jedi mean: Hell if I know

What the Jedi say: Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter

What the Jedi mean: I just did something extremely dangerous and/or buckwild and will spout whatever bullshit it takes to get the medics off my ass

What the Jedi say: May The Force be with you

What the Jedi mean: Fuck off

What the Jedi say: I follow the will of The Force

What the Jedi mean: I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing and at this point you should be afraid to ask

What the Jedi say: The Force will be with you, always

What the Jedi mean: See ya never, fuckers

Jedi-isms

What Jedi say: Emotions lead down a dark path.

What Jedi mean: Calm your tits before you hurt somebody.

What Jedi say: The Force shall reveal the time for action.

What Jedi mean: Nah.

What Jedi say: I sense darkness in you.

What Jedi mean: Hey, asshole.

What Jedi say: The Force works in mysterious ways.

What Jedi mean: That’s the worst question I’ve ever heard.

What Jedi say: I will meditate on your words.

What Jedi mean: Go fuck yourself.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I feel like maybe people don't fully understand that the Israelis who settle on the West Bank are basically just the Israeli version of Sovereign Citizens or hardcore militia people in the United States.

Like, they're assholes. They're just those huge assholes who think they can make up the rules they want to follow and ignore all the rules they don't but will accuse you of violating their rights if you make them wear a seatbelt when they're in your car.

And I know Bibi has said shit to those assholes about how they should be doing it, and that's a fucking problem, but as my country just re-elected the fucker who instigated an attempted government coup, I have a lot of sympathy for the many, many, many, MANY Israelis who aren't fucking assholes and have spent a LOT of time yelling about what a fucking chode Bibi is.

For some reason, no one blames me, as an American, for Trump causing January 6. But for some reason, all Israelis and all Jews have to answer for any stupid thing Bibi says. Antisemitism is a hell of a drug.

[dualityvn]

Hello, I am writing this post in order to address my own community but also give a heads up to other yandere game devs on Tumblr. This has filled me with deep dread and I feel like it needs to be spoken about at once.

TLDR: There's a community of over 1k people who are seeking real life yandere relationships and planning illegal actions here on Tumblr.

I recently discovered there's a fairly big community here on tumblr of people who are seeking "yandere" partners in real life and/or identify as "yandere" themselves. Part of me is hoping and praying to the gods that it's just roleplay, but the community has "IRL" in its name and there is nothing in its rules indicating that it's roleplay. Some of the people in there are following my blog.

To other devs, I urge you to discourage such mentalities and make it as clear as possible that we DO NOT tolerate this stuff.

To anyone who identifies as "irl yandere" and is following this or any of my blogs, block me this instant. What you are doing and encouraging is abusive if it is outside of a consensual roleplay or BDSM scenario. Purposefully isolating a person from their loved ones, kidnapping them, harming them (again, without consent) is abuse. Get the hell out of my community, you are not welcome here. I will not have abusers use my game or participate in my community. Seek therapy.

There is a difference between exploring a crazy scenario in a game and pursuing said scenario in reality. NONE of the stalkerish, obsessive, overly jealous things Keith and Tenebris do in the game are okay to do to a real person. They are not role models, they are not ideal partners.

And to people who are seeking out "yandere" partners in real life, for the love of god realize that your fantasies will not play out the same in reality. You are putting yourself and all of your loved ones at risk. No matter how much you think you can appeal to a "yandere" or meet their needs, that is still an abuser who may go to extremes one day. There was a damn post in that community asking for advice on how to turn someone against their family. Another asking how to kidnap someone and being praised for it. This is not a joke. Do not invite abusers into your life. It will not play out like your fantasies. You will feel unsafe and violated, you may end up in a very very bad situation that you cannot get out of easily. There is a high chance you may lose your life when the abuser decides they can't have you to themselves any other way.

And to those of you in my fandom who are well in the head and aware this is nuts, please report this community if you come across it. The age of entry was 16, SIXTEEN YEAR OLDS ARE IN THERE LOOKING FOR ABUSERS. I cannot stress how fucked up this is.

I really really really hope I just somehow didn't pick up that this was all roleplay. I hope I didn't just witness someone trying to plan out how to kidnap a real person. Please just let me be a clueless idiot.

[ditzydoe444]

Hear me out: Sugar Daddy! Bruce with bunny! Reader at a gala, but Bruce is using one of those remote controlled vibrators on reader, she tries to take it out on the bathroom, but Bruce punishes her for trying to take it out

-🦢

MDNI 18+

it was one of the biggest galas in the city, and bruce had to bring his arm candy. you were his sugar baby, all you had to do was comply with his needs in the bedroom, which were not only good for him but for you too and you got all the jewellery and dresses you wanted. but, it also meant that you had to go to the galas as well.

bruce knew all too well about how boring these galas can be, he’s been attending them for years, but to see you all pouty and whiny he couldn’t help with an idea in his mind.

now you had a vibrator shoved up your cunt whilst he chatted amongst the businessmen. “you ok darling? you look a bit flushed,” the businessman frowned as he stared at you, him and bruce were talking about some business dealings with jargon you didn’t understand, as a result of your boredom bruce turned up the setting until you were gripping into his bicep, nails digging into his tailored suit.

“she’s alright, they can never get the temperature right here that’s all, always too hot inside but too cold inside,” bruce shrugged nonchalantly as he narrowed his eyes at you, one that no one else caught.

the setting got higher and higher, to the point where you were convinced that you were going to come. your knees were weak and it took every ounce of self control to not moan in front of a well renowned ceo. “excuse me but i need to use the restroom,” you squeaked as you politely dismissed yourself from the conversation, heels echoing on the marble floor as you made your way to the bathroom.

you barely made it to the bathroom, going to one near the storage room for one person only. you pulled your dress up, seeing how soaked your panties were alone as the vibrations increased more and more. bruce was mad.

your hands shook as you pulled your panties down, before removing the vibrator out of your cunt. only to have him knock on the bathroom door.

“let me in right now,” his voice low with no room for argument.

bruce was the one taking you home, and you knew better than to anger the man that had enough money to buy the whole damn city.

slowly you unlocked the door, bruce’s large figure storming in immediately before locking the door. “what are you doing?” his eyes narrowed on the vibrator in your hands rather than your cunt.

“we had an agreement to not remove it.”

“i know but it was getting too much and i was going to come and-“

“then you come,” he said flatly, “you don’t get to bend the rules doll, his voice low as he took the vibrator in his hands, before bending you over the sink’s counter.

“you need to know your place, when an older respectable man asks you to do something, you listen.” he grumbled as he nudged your fat apart, shoving the vibrator in your puffy folds. “sensitive bruce,” you whined as you felt it vibrating, the speed increasing each second as he clicked the remote.

“too bad sweetheart, you should’ve thought about this before,” his voice low as you felt him spread your cheeks. your eyes widen in realisation before he spat on your puckered hole.

“clenching around nothing? how about i fix that?” he rubbed his thumb around the hole, your body shaking from the vibrator and how you whined pathetically. gently, he inserted a finger, watching as it clenched, “you like this sweetheart? you like to be filled in both holes?”

“well i need to punish you for disobeying my orders,” his voice low and controlled as he watched you whine, your mouth making pathetic little protests.

“no bruce, ‘m too sensitive,” your eyes wide and pleading as he unbuckles his belt, the leather material falling on the marble floor.

he wasted no time fucking your ass, watching as your limp body bounced with his thrusts, your ass rippling as he hits them. “this is the only thing you are good for apart from being eye candy, don’t forget that yeah?” he grunted as he abused your gummy walls.

“nm-mph!” you mewled as tears streamed down your cheeks, your vision clouding.

“don’t you there disobey my fucking orders.” he grunted, his nails digging into your soft flesh with his thrusts hard but having absolutely no intention of making you come.”

[geekforhorror]

dating dae-ho headcanons

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), mentions of ptsd, fluff.

my babyyyy 🙁

where do i even start

he is the SOFTEST lover boy ever

he loves you with his entire heart

he would take you out on the most romantic date nights imaginable

also loves staying in and watching movies

he’s the type to remember the small things

he showers you with endless compliments because he sees you as the best thing ever

dae is the biggest fan of physical affection whether it’s giving or receiving

gift giving is also a love language for him

calls you baby, honey, darling, angel

loves showing you off

tells literally everybody about you guys

if there’s people who try messing with you, you can guarantee that dae will fuck them up even if he ends up not winning the fight

he loves kissing you on your forehead, hands, and lips

dae is a SUCKER for receiving kisses on the lips and soft kisses on the neck

every once in a while he has really bad ptsd episodes to the point where he has full blown panic attacks

when you saw him have one for the first time, you didn’t know how to comfort him

after a while you learned what worked to help him calm down

he definitely fidgets and does a lot of stimming

if he accidentally upsets you, he will do anything to make it right because he can’t fathom losing you

nsfw

this man.

first off, he’s such a switch

it doesn’t matter if he’s a dom or a sub, he’s a soft one

when he’s a soft dom, he treats you so fucking well

he always asks for consent no matter how many times you make love together

he never degrades you because it’s just not in him

deeper and softer > faster and rough

he only goes really fast and rough if you REALLY want it or if both of you need it

dae LOVESSSS lazy morning sex

how can he deny his sweet girl?

he praises you like the goddess he sees you as

he loves hickeys with a passion

“tits or ass?” both.

not only that but he’s just obsessed with your entire body

that man is a CERTIFIED MUNCH

he eats pussy like it’s a whole damn meal

loves being woken up with your mouth on his cock

loves being degraded AND praised at the same time

poor boy can’t get off or finish without it :(

he’s not one to really experiment

unfortunately he’s on the vanilla side of things but he is into pegging

i said what i said.

he wants that strap so badly 24/7

i just know he’s big.

7 inches soft and 8.5 inches hard

he’s thick too i don’t make the rules

extremely vocal no matter if he’s a dom or sub

he loves when the two of you exchange sounds because it adds to the intimacy of it all

his favorite positions are missionary (obvi) and cowgirl

whenever the two of you are finished, he loves to cuddle with you and make sure you’re alright

the king of aftercare

dae will run the two of you a bath even if it means him having to carry you to the tub when you’re too sore to walk by yourself

okay that’s it for now yall!

[elprupneerg]

at risk of doxxing myself: i went there! yes, the high schools are conjoined twins.

most of the building is symmetrical along an invisible line (with the auditorium, music area, and gyms being weird growths that ruin the symmetry, its fine). anything on the east half of the invisible line was East high, anything on the west half was West high. which school a teacher was officially employed by depended on which half of that dividing line their classroom was on. so my French teacher had her paychecks officially come from East while my German teacher had his paychecks officially come from West. i still took classes on both sides of the school even though i officially only attended one of them.

there were technically separate departments for math, English, science, and social studies classes, but they ultimately followed the same school district rules and tried to mostly keep education the same between both schools. my freshman biology class was in West, so my class dissected fetal pigs, while the freshman biology classes in East that year dissected rats iirc (might've been frogs? it wasn't pigs though). but we both did our dissection unit at the same time of year after having learned from the same textbooks and having done roughly equivalent homework.

school pride was always a weird thing. people seemed to expect us to be more invested, but its a bit hard to see the kids from the other team as "the enemy" when you're in the same theater program. especially since half our clubs and teams were combined anyway. there were separate teams for most sports since there were enough students from both schools to run 2 teams. but the anime club, gay-straight alliance, student council, school newspaper, marching band, and plenty of other clubs/activities/classes were all combined. there was still a lot of participation in school spirit week since it usually meant wearing silly costumes, but there wasn't that same sort of intense feeling people seem to have in movies. my dad still has his varsity jacket from his own high school days hanging up in his closet, and his high school yearbooks were full of little drawings of the school mascot. that wasn't really the case for anyone i knew in school.

at one point when i was in school they were talking about combining our schools again. they wanted to take the East Suns (maroon and gold) and the West Spartans (blue and white) and combine the mascots and colors into the Sunny Spartans (maroon and blue). this would've made our football team have a shot at not being in last place in our district sports tournaments (East and West regularly fight for last place), but it would've given a lot less kids a chance at actually playing. and for sports where both teams were actually genuinely good? it would've messed up people's abilities to get scholarships. similar issues around recognition of academic achievement (and also the combined mascot and color scheme being ugly) meant that they remained separate.

i've had people ask me how administration was split up between the schools. i'd love to answer, except i happened to go during a period where the superintendents kept quitting and the principals kept getting shuffled around. there were always at least 5-6 principals, but the exact number/who filled the exact role depended on who'd quit last iirc. it was a bit chaotic and i remember being very frustrated with it even as a student that didn't really have to actually deal with them.

our graduation ceremonies were separate, and Thank Fuck For That. all the ceremonies are so long already even with it being split into 2 schools. one of the valedictorians at my brother's graduation had a speech that lasted 45 minutes. there were about 200-300 students getting their names called to walk on stage. there was barely enough room in the auditorium/gym (location depended on if you were East or West) for all the guests. the air conditioning was not made for this many people to be crammed into one side of the school for this long so its also hot and sweaty as fuck. i'm trying to imagine the nightmarish hell of dealing with all of that while also having to wait for roughly 500 students to walk across the stage. and they're all wearing maroon and blue and getting called, i cannot stress this enough, the Sunny fucking Spartans, i genuinely do not know who thought that was a good idea but they need to stop having ideas. my school pride goes so far as getting called either a spartan OR a sun, Not Both.

as far as i'm aware it was otherwise basically the same as attending any other particularly large high school. there was just technically 2 of them

remembering that time i met someone who attended high school in west bend, wisconsin and they told me how their school district works. to them it was completely normal while i was wondering if they were messing with me.

their schools are conjoined twins???

[protect-namine]

cheng weimin and shao yuanyuan abandoning cheng xiaoshi at the tender age of 8 years old gets even more fucked up when you think about how they know about the photo diving ability and that bahati is a school related to abilities

like okay listen. one of you has the ability to go back in time by clapping your hands while looking at a photo. presumably you know that abilities are passed on to children. they can activate at any time, perhaps during traumatic moments like with the twins. one of you went to teach at a school for superpowered kids so presumably you know how this works.

and you think you can just abandon a kid with unactivated powers?? leave him with trauma ripe for awakening abilities? what if it wasn't the bridon photo that triggered it huh? what if cheng xiaoshi, at the tender age of 8, cried so hard wondering about his parents and then he accidentally claps himself into a random photo (IN A PHOTO STUDIO! A SHOP ABOUT PHOTOS!! WHERE HE LIVES!!!) with no one to guide him? what if he gets stuck there??? as a kid???

like okay yeah lu guang discovered his ability at 7 years old but apparently someone was there to help him. and also his ability doesn't like, harm him physically. he's not possessing someone or anything. so we're all just lucky cheng xiaoshi never discovered his powers until he was an adult because like. if he discovered that as a kid, lonely as he was?? he'd be so fucked. oh my god. just thinking about it gets me heated like what the fuck cheng weimin. shao yuanyuan. what the fuck. what if your 8 year old kid with abandonment issues got stuck possessing some random person and he doesn't know what's happening. he doesn't know anything. his parents left him and he's not even himself anymore and he's not home and how does he fix this, how does he go back. the horror of it all.

[bunny-jpeg]

boy-toy

nico rosberg

request: 11,72,83 with a sub!Nico rosberg maybe 11. “i didn’t know you were so sensitive.” + 72. “ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. that's cute.” + “how quickly can you cum?”

tags: smut/pwp, sub!nico (this is my first time writing nico), dom!reader, overstimulation, teasing, cowgirl position, established relationship/marriage, dirty talk & praise, body worship, sex toys, edging

eros (the valentine's day collection)

saturday night meant many things. to most it meant fun at the club, or kicking back with drinks with friends. but saturday night, after the kids were in bed. it meant a nice bottle of wine and to sate one request from your loving husband.

it was agreement started in your early days of a relationship. you could sense the tension of the shoulders of your then boyfriend. racing were like pounds of cement on his shoulders. so on saturday nights, you'd explore one sexual desire of him before he was all smiles and victories the following day.

you quickly learned one thing, nico rosberg was a total sub.

the kids were away for the weekend, they were visiting your parents. and you could tell that nico was becoming more on edge the later in the evening it got.

"do you want more wine, nico?" you asked as you sat on the couch with him after dinner. you reached out and pushed back some of his blond hair, "maybe not a good idea, you already seem quite flustered."

he swallowed, his face bright pink. it was cute. you rubbed his warm cheek and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead softly. it was delicate like butterfly wings. but you could already see him struggling to compose himself.

"nico." you said as you leaned up into his ear, "you didn't break the rules now did you?"

he swallowed, "no, ma'am. not at all." weekends alone meant that mrs. rosberg got to play with her favourite submissive per his request. that was his sexual need for the weekend, to have the love of his life sexually pick him apart until his head was left spinning.

you placed a hand on his inner thigh and smiled close to his ear, “ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. that's cute. you haven't even begged once this whole evening." you looked to the clock in the kitchen to check the time, "and we've been going at this for a few hours now."

"it feels good." he said then swallowed, "thank you."

you placed a hand over the front of his jeans and chuckled lightly. you pulled away and looked at where your palm was. you could the pain of his erection. you could also feel the buzz of the toy that was carefully taped to the side of his cock. if you listened closely you could hear the vibrations too.

"please, honey."

you shushed him and then said, "i didn’t know you were so sensitive. you look like you're about to lose it. do you want it, nico? are you my good boy?"

he cursed under his breath before he waited for you to kiss him. the toy vibrated against his hard cock. he had to sit through all of dinner like that. he watched you from across the dinner table and could feel his resolve slipping. you giggled as you kissed him. he eagerly kissed you back, but kept his hands to himself.

rules of the game; if he touched you, he'd be tied up.

"someone likes that. fuck, you're so cute when you're whiny." you remarked with lust in your tone, "you sound so pretty when you whimper." you chuckled lowly, "imagine if sky news saw this, if anyone else saw this. how eager you are."

he swallowed, "fuck, honey." he shifted on his spot on the couch. and then like a blessing, he was able to relax as you took his achy cock out of his jeans and placed a delicate hand on it.

the mixture of the painful buzz of the toy and the softness of your grasp made his thoughts feel muddled, swamped with heated pleasure that he couldn't put a start or an end to. it was like tangled up wires that all made his cock feel heavy between his legs.

bead of pre-cum dripped down the side of his cock, opposite to the bullet vibrator. it was held to his cock with medical tape. you saw him tense up and hold your knees tighter. it was very cute.

he looked adorable flustered and needy for sex. and well, maybe you were a bleeding heart, but you couldn't deny your husband forever. you traced loose patterns across his cock and watched him tense up.

as you did so, you whispered sweetness into his ear, "oh such a good boy." your voice struck to his core and made him whimper. "you sound so beautiful, nico. only the sweetest noises for me, right?"

"only for you, ma'am." he groaned as the pleasure coursed through him. it was intense notion through his body made him only made him more needy for you.

you kissed him once more before you stopped the vibrations of the toy. it allowed nico to relax but his cock was still painfully hard. you took off the tape and tossed the toy to the side.

your husband watched you, not moving an inch as you got your skirt off and tossed your panties over the couch before you got into his lap. you spread your hands across his chest and admired his figure before you licked lips. his lust filled gazed looked to you, "ma'am."

"shh." you said, "let's see, how quickly can you cum?”

you soon sat yourself on his cock and he tilted his head back. he let out a sweet moan and you placed his hands on your hips. there was no need for him to rip holes in your expensive leather couch from his tight his grip would be. you admired him, eyed his features as you moved against him.

"you look beautiful." you said softly, "i get why you had so many fans while racing." you giggled softly as you slowly moved your hips, "even had a few drivers falling over themselves for you." you kissed his cheek, both hands on his face, "but yet, you only whimper for me. aren't i lucky?" you moved up and down on his cock. you held onto his shoulders for support as you moved against him.

"fuck, honey."

you chuckled, he was near speechless. but then again you had been edging and teasing him for hours now. he'd be a little sensitive. but you made it up to him in kisses as your hips moved against him.

he held onto you and let you control the pace. his breathing was heavy. he looked at you once more and said, "i love you."

"and i love you, nico. more than words could ever describe. you're always a good boy for me. you're an amazing husband and father to our kids. perfect from the moment i met you." you continued to move up and down his cock. the shudder raced through him as pleasure built between you two.

you had been together for a good while now. built each other up and loved one another. you knew his deepest desires and he knew yours. it was how it had been able to work this long, knowing everything about the other.that also included how nico liked the be toyed with in the bedroom.

how he loved your body, he loved everything about you. even after all this time and two children later. you were totally his and he was totally yours. he deeply exhaled, "you're beautiful. all of you is so beautiful. even after all the time, you look perfect to me."

you smiled and kissed him on the lips once more. your back quickened and the sparks of pleasure made you heart flutter. it was painfully arousing, needy in away that made your toes curl.

"and you're perfect too, nico." you praised. your words made his heart sing as he let you give him all the pleasure you could give. he held onto your hips and you bounced yourself on his cock.

his eyes were half-lidded and his breathing was heavy. it was steamy, after a nice evening in, you were getting the pleasure the both of you both desired. it was hard to be intimate with two young children, but you both made the best of it.

it was why nights like tonight were so special.

"touch me, nico. be a good for me, i want to feel your hands on me." and then you moaned a little louder when his hands explores your semi-clothed body. you could have both gotten naked and gone to the bedroom. but the need to be sexually close overtook everything.

he moaned and you silenced him with another searing kiss. you both felt close, he held onto you tightly at your middle and let you kiss him deeply. with a few more strokes of your hips, he finally hit his climax and finished inside of you.

you moaned and continued to move. eager for your own climax. you broke the kiss as he came and you looked into his eyes with absolute affection. you smiled lazily at him and said, "good boy. cum for me." and watched him slump against the couch. an evening affair had come to a head.

you didn't last much longer. you came around his cock with a hearty moan. you tensed up before you relaxed against his chest. you held onto him tightly as you came. you said sweet praises and eventually kissed him on the lips once more.

it was hot and you felt the rush all over. the two of you lazily kissed for a moment. when you pulled away you looked into his eyes and smiled. you said, "my good boy... now, let's get you to the bedroom and get you comfortable for the evening."

he held onto you a little tighter and asked in a lust ridden voice, "actually, ma'am... can i have you again?" and you knew you weren't going to deny you good boy, nico <3

[tooturtly]

Still on my locked tomb and feudalism bullshit, so here’s a discussion of John, and how I think he systematically uses the decentralized nature of the Nine Houses to avoid the realities of being God.

Essentially, what it says on the tin, but first, context. (Can you tell I’m somehow more unhinged now?). Feudalism is a political structure with a fair amount of decentralization of power. It usually came about in the past after a larger government/political system collapsed, such as Rome. Essentially, a King/Emperor cannot feasibly run large amounts of territory, with the citizens of those territories being from diverse backgrounds and customs, without a lot of loyal subordinates helping out. Enter the nobility.

The nobility do the work of running the lands so that the King/Emperor doesn’t have to maintain a large bureaucracy to, let’s say, collect taxes from each individual person, hold a census, or run a court of law. This does not mean the ruler gets to fuck off, they do have responsibilities to the realm, their court, their knights, and the nobles who support them. Some people have to like you to remain in power, otherwise you get assassinated.

So what does all this have to do with John? Well, first, I think it’s safe to say from what we’ve seen that the Nine Houses are very similar to a feudalist system. You have a collection of independent, semiautonomous populations that can generally keep themselves together. They have slightly different takes on religion, loyalty to the empire, and necromancy, but they are all unified under it.

Second, I think we can also say that John has a very specific perception of himself that does not always align with the reality. He wears worn, casual clothes that are not the type of thing anyone else wears, but includes a crown of infant bones. He has a casual, relaxed attitude, but also can pull out a speech about avenging death and fighting for the empire seemingly off the top of his head. He doesn’t want Harrow to treat him like God, yet also constantly quotes works from a world nobody but he can remember. His narration of his actions in Nona paint him as seeing what he did as something anyone would do, as not that bad, as the act of a desperate, passionate man. Yet he also rebuilt the world to make himself God and Emperor above everyone else, the head of a ten thousand year long grudge campaign.

The contradiction is inherent in his title, man who became god, and god who is man. Harrow especially points out moments where he seems mortal, human, calling attention to how he otherwise appears completely separate and divine.

John is a complicated character. People smarter than me have written more with better evidence laid out. What I’m trying to get at though is that, to me, John reads as a man who cannot view himself as having vast amounts of power over others on the regular. To a certain extent he has to view himself as ‘just a little guy’ so he doesn’t have to reconcile with the actions that have caused massive amounts of harm. He wants the Lyctors to be his friends and associates, rather than their boss.

The structure of the Nine Houses helps with that. He doesn’t have to regularly speak to the average citizen, or deal with the daily problems of the people and their Houses, or hell, even the people he’s conquered. Mercymorn says something in Harrow about how the Emperor’s seat is the Mithraeum, the place light years away from the people he is supposed to allegedly rule. The place only realistically accessible by traveling through the River, a feat only possibly by Lyctors (for the most part). And we learn that he’s only been away from that for 80 years, and he assumedly spent most of his previous ten thousand years there.

Because he is at the top of the power structure, he can lose himself in the bigger picture and forget about the reality, which is the fact that he is running a colonial Empire that requires the biological death of planets and people to survive.

[baronfulmen]

I mean the Constitution (not just for the country but a lot of the state constitutions) does have a specific solution to this situation clearly outlined.

Unfortunately the solution put forth by our nation's founding document is bloody revolution, and there are a lot of problems with that.

Like I know people love to fantasize about it, but it's just not that easy. Not only is bloody revolution a horrible situation that normal people usually aren't willing to get into, but the government has a whole military with murder drones and stuff. It's just not practical even if it was theoretically desirable.

The thing is, the problems we gave are long term issues of culture and certain failings of human nature. If someone had come in and done this out of nowhere we'd stop them, but it happened slowly and it happened via media influence and lots of unconnected decisions.

That's almost impossible to design a safeguard against. The rules got changed and weakened over time. You can have a rule that says don't do that, but that rule ALSO can change or be weakened.

I'm not saying this can't be fixed, somehow, I'm just saying it's fucking hard.

Listen, if a Bad President can come in and take away our rights and we're dependent on a Good President replacing them in four years to give us back our rights, then we do not have any rights.

If politicians can take or distribute them, then they're not "inalienable" and they're not "rights."

We don't have inalienable rights we have conditional privileges, divvied out according to the whims of whoever currently holds the reins.

And if we want to have actual rights, then we must build a system in which no one has the power to take them away to begin with.

[runninriot]

was tagged by the lovely @sidekick-hero to share a snippet of something out of context 🖤

   “Why do you even care?” There’s no bite in his question, none of the frustration and anger he feels inside. Eddie sounds pathetic, like he’s desperate for attention, for someone to tell him he’s worth the struggle.

   “Because,” Harrington takes another step forward, “I know you can do better. And I hate to see you throw away your life for nothing but an act.”

Eddie swallows roughly, feels his heart rate pick up. Mostly deaf to his words, he can only focus on the movement of Harrington’s pretty pink lips. It’s distracting, and it must be obvious, because one hand comes up to grab him by the back of his neck, giving him no other chioce but to look into a pair of green-speckled eyes.

  “Always pretending it’s all about ‘fucking authority’ when the real problem isn’t authority, it’s you not being able to follow the simplest rules.”

Eddie feels heat spread where the broad palm is splayed across his neck. Heat pooling in his lower half, too, where something stirs, and pulses, and rattles at invisible bars.

This is bad. He should probably tell the older man to let go, should bring distance between him and the coach, but he’s stuck. Feels trapped despite having every possibility to step back, walk away, run if he must but he can’t.

Because he doesn’t want to.

   “Make me,” he grits through his teeth, fists curled at his sides to keep his hands from trembling.

   “You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Harrington chuckles, low and vibrant, and Eddie can barely swallow the noise that tries to slip from his throat.

    Fuck. FUCK!

Why is this so hot? Doing things to Eddie he won’t be able to hide much longer, not if his body betrays him.

   “Want me to tell you what to do, is that it?”

    No.

    Yes?

Eddie’s mind is reeling; he’s fighting for clarity, needs to get level, needs to get out before he does something stupid.

   “What makes you think I’d listen?”

    Shut up. God, you fucking dumbass, just SHUT UP!

That has always been Eddie’s problem, hasn’t it. He just can’t keep his big, stupid mouth shut. Has heard others complain about it so many times before but did he learn? No. So, here he is again, talking himself into trouble rather than out of it. And this time, he can't even blame anyone but himself.

   “Don’t challenge me, Eddie.”

    Oh, but he does. Can’t stop himself from taking yet another step forward. One step that brings him way too close to the man whose hand suddenly tightens in his hair, pulling enough to make it sting.

   “This is your last warning.”

There’s something dangerously dark in his voice and his eyes but not enough to scare Eddie off, to make him stop. He should, obviously, but he can’t shake the feeling that they both want something else instead.

It’s stupid, risky, wrong. So, so wrong. But when has Eddie ever made smart choices?

   “I said- MAKE. ME.”

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[nugatorysheep]

What your favorite SU character says about you but it's just mean as fuck

Steven — How is being a mentally ill, people-pleasing queer going for you? Did your mommy issues and anxiety resolve themselves yet or are you still avoiding therapy?

You either disliked or were neutral about him until he got a neck. You think Future is peak cinema (correct) and can't understand why everyone else hates it. You have a better grasp on this show's characters and themes than most of the people who watched it.

Connie — You were likely the gifted kid in school but a total burn-out now. You either see a lot of yourself in this character (How are those helicopter parents of yours doing? Have you gone no-contact yet?) or you're a normie and boring to sandbox with. Probably both.

You've got a lot of Feelings™️about her and if people don't agree it causes Problems™️. In case no one has told you yet, stop caring what other people think. Your constant virtue signaling to appeal to other normies is a crutch that's just holding you back. It's okay to have fun!!

Stevonnie — You want to fuck this character, though you'd never say that out loud. You like Steven and Connie; maybe you like one more than the other, but you like both at least a little. If you're using them for shipping you're the only person in the entire fandom doing whatever hyper-specific ship you've latched onto.

Rose and or Pink — You really suck as a person! Or you used to suck but you've gotten a lot better and we stan! If you're the former you almost certainly have terrible takes on this show (but not in the way people might think), sorry, I don’t make the rules. Either way, you gotta stop finding ways to bring her back, dawg. She's gone.

Greg — You're a man (positive) and gay as hell. Gentleman on the streets and a fucking freak in the sheets. We stan. Pop off king <3

Garnet — If you headcanon her as acespec she is not actually your favorite, Ruby and Sapphire are your favorite, but you like them both equally so you just say you like Garnet. If you headcanon her as anything else you're definitely shipping her with one of the other gems, probably Pearl or Jasper.

Amethyst — Super chill person. Would be in most people's dream blunt rotation. You're a live and let live kinda guy and I respect that, but you also have no hills you'd die on so you're not the first person anyone goes to if they need serious support. You can get away with misinterpreting this character (on purpose or accidentally) because it's hard to say things about her that most people won't just shrug at and go "yeah that sounds right I guess"

Pearl — You're annoying as hell. You see yourself in this character and that's not a good thing. Your social media presence gives off the same energy as every white woman's Instagram profile. If being a victim was a contest you'd take home the gold.

You think everyone is out to get you. They're not.

You think you're being persecuted. You're not.

Most people who see you from a distance and don't know better think you're alright, so you're probably pretty well-liked in public. The only people you will get along with in close quarters are all walking mean lesbian stereotypes.

Peridot — You're annoying as hell for a different reason. You see yourself in this character too and that is a terrible, terrible thing.

She's your pfp on every website and app that will allow it. Your lifeblood is this fucking character and e v e r y o n e will know it. You're weirdly possessive of her and the hyper specific headcanons you made for her (even if you don't say that) despite every grass-fearing autistic person on the internet projecting onto her, so ironically you don't like other Peridot fans, which always ends up with you sitting alone even on websites with millions of people on them.

90% chance you're a furry, otherkin, therian or think you have DID. You think you're misunderstood, and in some ways you are, but the reality is most people don't speak dog and don't have the time or energy to learn. You need to go outside and learn to speak cat whether you want to or not

Lapis — You don't like Peridot fans or kinnies, which is weirdly in-character. You're the biggest hater but you don't hide it and I can respect that. You think Lapis is a victim, but you're only half right. You would probably fall for propaganda if it was dressed up fancy enough.

Jasper — You want to fuck this character, full stop. There's a 50/50 chance you're chill af or the most insufferable person on the planet. If you're the former you're friends with a lot of people. You float easily from one group to another, but a jack of all trades is a master of none, and you're no one's first pick if they're looking for someone close. You probably hate Lapis and her fans but you should really just let that shit go ngl

Spinel — You need therapy (derogatory) and you're making that everyone else's problem. Despite the clown aesthetic you're not very funny to be around and you should get a better sense of humor. You project onto this character way too hard and it shows in your fandom habits and headcanons, but most of the time that's fine

Like Spinel, you're a little two-faced. Some people pick up on that right away and some don't. The people who do hold you at arms length until you make it clear which clown you'd rather be. You hate it when people ship Spinel with any character besides your favorite pairing, but you'll never say that out loud unless it's a ship the people you're talking to don't like.

Blue Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or a minor who doesn't actually understand anything about this character yet, and would immediately fall for any and all forms of propaganda

Yellow Diamond — If you think she is wearing a helmet you're a man (derogatory) and you expected things out of SU that were never gonna happen. If you think it's just hair you have a much better grasp on this character than 90% percent of SU's fandom and I'm platonically kissing you on the mouth.

White Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or an incredibly based and sexy queer.

The Zircons — You like Ace Attorney, or would like it if you haven't played it yet. You're making them kiss sloppy style. UwU

Lars — You probably didn't like him until after he died. You will defend this boy with your fucking life. Also you should just…. go watch Star Trek if you haven't. Seriously what are you doing—

Sadie — You're an oddball. Very lax though. You have complicated feelings about Shep

Peedee — You're a little quirky, a little freaky, but you're too scared to just say that. You desperately need some fun in your life, but the people around you make that difficult. Eventually you'll find the folks that are worth hanging around. See you on the flip side :)

Ronaldo — You're the type of person this character is based on and you take it in stride. If you're shipping him with Lars, you're the only person who's opinion on this character matters.

Kevin — I dunno who hurt you but you have a terrible taste in men. You only have fun in bed if it involves a damn near human rights violation

Mayor Dewey — You're normalbirb

Any other townie — This is a trick question! No one has these as their favorite lmao

[that-hazbin]

Been thinking about a fic idea where Charlie botches a spell during a hotel redemption activity, where Alastor is the only one not present for. Lucifer was trying to coach her through the spell, but got distracted because he noticed there was a fucking drone outside the window pointed directly at them.

As far as the drone picks up, one second all the hotel members are there. The next second, they're gone. Vanished.

To the hotel members, they don't notice anything out of the ordinary at first at all. They're still in the hotel, and they can see each other just fine. It's a bit confusing when the drone just... promptly gives up and flies away. But they all figure Lucifer catching it just scared TV face away. So, no big deal.

Then Alastor comes back. Charlie greets him, but he seemingly ignores her. Lucifer, pissed by this attitude, tries to grab him— only for his hand to go right through Alastor's shoulder.

Realization immediately sets in.

They've become ghosts.

Obviously, ghosts don't exist, but this newly discovered spell (Lucifer is definitely trying to reword the situation to make Charlie feel better here) basically gives the properties of the stereotypical ghost.

They can't be seen. They can't interact with the world around them. The only person of their ragtag group who remained untouched by the spell was the singular person who wasn't there— Alastor.

There's more rules to the spell apparently, which they figure out quickly. For one, they are anchored to the hotel. At first, they thought that they couldn't go through walls when Lucifer tried to walk through one to the outside, but it turns out that they CAN walk through walls. They're just blocked from going out of bounds.

The last thing they figure out about the spell is that there doesn't seem to be a time limit. Which, obviously, is very bad. Usually, temporary spells with similar effects only last a couple of hours, but when everyone wakes up the next morning still incapable of grabbing a simple door handle, it becomes evident that they've gotten into a bigger mess than previously thought.

And then, Alastor realizes that everyone is "missing."

And he freaks the fuck out.

Yelling their names, breaking down doors, having straight up panic attacks. And the hotel inhabitants are watching it all happen, unable to say or do anything while Alastor begins physically harming himself, ripping out his hair and gouging deep marks through his skin with his claws.

They already felt pressured to figure out how to undo the spell, but now the pressure is worse because if they don't figure this shit out soon, Alastor may actually permanently hurt himself at the rate he's going.

(A few individuals, meanwhile, are hit with the realization that Alastor may actually care for them. More than he was ever willing to show.)

[laffy-sapphys-eternal-flame]

Politics is NOT supposed to be a spectator sport, it's supposed to be BORING, people debating until a middle ground is reached - some give and some take to ultimately represent the people.

If it's boring it's working as it should.

Say what you will about Biden, but he WAS doing his job and representing the views of the people - people criticised him both unfairly and fairly, but he didn't throw a government overthrow about it. HE DID HIS JOB.

And, honestly I totally don't blame him one bit for using his pardon to try to protect his family - MAGA idiots were slandering them every chance they got. The same group who STORMED THE FUCKING CAPITAL AND MURDERED POLICE OFFICERS = ARE VIOLENT WHEN INCITED I'd fuckin do the same!

Some people are banging up a fuss regarding him ceding the presidency ^^^^^ but also the thing about the rules is if you DONT follow them - ya get Trump. I understand how frustrating and frightening it feels in the moment and just like an abused person you just want to break the tension portion of the cycle.

BUT! In both government and law PRECEDENT is very important, this is what informs the rule of law, this is how we reflect our collective values and update them as time goes by and we evolve to see things in different ways.

So currently, the government cogs are chugging along and they're SPECIFICALLY following the laws, customs and rules as per the constitution in order to uphold its validity. Its DUE PROCESS, if you bypass it then you've set a PRECEDENT which means it can happen again, with reduced scrutiny.

Look, I’m no Biden fan. He’s as inspiring as a warm glass of milk. But people need to stop acting like he was the devil on wheels and we were struggling to get through.

[caitlynkirramman]

also there's. something about the rule of three in harrow that itches my brain and i am not sure if it was intentional or not but. three surviving lyctors, yes?

for the three virtues: patience (you'd have to have a lot of it if you were trapped in a grave for ten thousand years, and even more patience to love the world when your soul came out of it anyway), joy (c'mon gideon is just lil jester with a fuckass sword) and duty (i mean. harrow. do i need to?). stretching it a bit here, but three people dying upon discovering the "perfect" lyctorhood i.e. alecto (technically not dead) anastasia, and sammael.

father son and holy spirit.

you know where else the rule of three applies in this book?

and

referring to john and alecto respectively. the only ones who got the lyctoral process right.

father son and holy spirit. simple enough. (mercy voice) UNTIL.

the fucking temptations of christ. now, examining from this lens, taking the temptations to account:

stone to bread:

signifying the turn of an unlivable object into one that can nourish. first resurrection when john brings alecto to life. easy.

pinnacle of the temple:

quoting from wikipedia here - "If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down from hence: For it is written, 'He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee: And in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.'" hm. how about john's promise to harrow to replenish her house and raising her up to the position of lyctor?

mountain of temptation:

again, from wikipedia: "Barrett sees this as a temptation to accept the adulation of the crowds, assume leadership of the nation to overthrow Roman rule, take the crown of his own nation, and from there initiate the kingdom of God on earth." hey what is the first thing we see kiriona do in nona? show up on a screen visible to thousands of people on a decaying planet, announcing her intention to colonise it basically.

so. rule of three huh. it always comes back to these three terribly traumatized ladies. insert i've connected the dots meme

(ALSO notwithstanding the beliefs in some sects of christianity that if you call the devil's name thrice, he will appear before you. and seeing as john and alecto's names are said thrice in quick succession each, it really makes you wonder who the devil in the story is)

[sexhaver]

Isn't the point of thoughtcrime to say that motivations for things don't matter as long as you don't actually perform the actions?

"thoughtcrime" has several conflicting definitions on The Internette. in order of coining:

a way of thinking that runs counter to the orthodoxy of the ruling political party (Jorjor Well's 1948 definition)

mentally planning to do something illegal without actually doing anything prosecutable; literally "thinking" about "crime" (i.e. Minority Report)

getting an intrusive/fleeting thought about doing something awful that you would never consciously choose to do (used to reassure people with OCD/similar mental issues that they aren't evil for experiencing normal symptoms)

having/expressing a taboo kink like incest/petplay/raceplay/CNC that would be pretty fucked up if "real" but is okay because it's essentially just themed + horny + slapstick improv <- YOU ARE HERE