#but they will not recognize it as an equal

[drugsforaddicts]

The absolute rabbit hole I fell into again, all thanks to jodel! But our dear vintage Kä took part in Pidä huolta (Take care) campaign back in 2021! (+ many other artists and blorbos you might recognize)

The Pidä huolta campaign is a charitable initiative by Toivon Kärki ry and MIELI ry, through which funds have been raised to support and assist young people after the COVID-19 pandemic, with the participation of over 70 Finnish artists. At the heart of the campaign is a new version of the late Pave Maijanen’s iconic song Pidä huolta. The campaign has been made possible with the support of S-Group and LähiTapiola.

MIELI ry/MIELI, the Finnish Association for Mental Health, works to promote mental well-being and prevent mental health issues. MIELI ry advocates for equal rights to good mental health for all. The organization coordinates the national network of crisis centers and promotes mental well-being for children, youth, working-age adults and the elderly. (source)

“The idea for a reimagined version of Pidä huolta came from the charity organization Pietarinkadun Oilers, while Pave was still with us. Although he has since passed away, he was able to give his blessing to the concept of updating the song with new artists for charity purposes. A huge thank you goes to Pave’s son, Vihtori Maijanen, for helping bring this project to completion,” says Jukka Immonen, one of the founders of Toivon Kärki and producers of the song. (source)

Toivon Kärki - Pidä huolta

Full list of artist who took part under the cut:

Aksel Kankaanranta, ANI, Anna Puu, Antti Ketonen, Antti Tuisku, Artem, BEHM, Benjamin Peltonen, BESS, Chisu, costee, Disco, eetu, Elastinen, Ellinoora & Samuli Sirviö, Ellis, EME, Erika Vikman, Erin, Etta, F, Figaro, Gasellit, Haloo Helsinki, Happoradio, Hassan Maikal, Helena Routa, Heviteemu, Ida Paul & Kalle Lindroth, Ilkka Alanko, ILON, Ilta, Janna, Janne Halmkrona, Janne Joutsenniemi, Jenni Vartianen, JVG, Kasmir, Kauriinmetsästäjät, Konsta Hietanen, KUUMAA, Käärijä, Laura Närhi, Lauri Tähkä, Leo Stillman, Lukas Leon, Maija Vilkkumaa, Mikael Gabriel, Mikko Harju, Mouhous, Ollie, Paleface, Pamela, Paul Elias, Pihlaja, Ressu Redford, Robin Packalen, Samu Haber, SANNI, Sara Siipola, Sini Yasemin, Tactic L, Tero Vesterinen, Titta, Tomi Saario, Tuure Boelius, Tuure Kilpeläinen, Uniikki, Vesala, Vesta, Vihtori Maijanen, VIIVI, Vilma Alina, william, Yläkerta, Younghearted

[ghostieblr]

Melting Glaciers

Because the universe is unfair, it gives Derek Hale a kitten. One that is just as black as his wolf fur, and just as scary looking until you manage to get close to her by a painstakingly long process of trust exercises and find that oh, she's the most adorable thing in the world, too.

See, Stiles is a realist. When constant skirmishes with one certain older werewolfman, where his life was equally threatened and saved by this said werewolfman, made his little Stiles happy to the point of constant little deaths in the not-so-privacy of his bedroom, he'd choked down the realization of not being so straight as he'd mistakenly thought. At the time, the sorrow of it had more to do with the fact that his crushes were always so unattainable rather than the fact that it was a man he was crushing on, one that his dad had arrested too. And then when his dad was brought into the fold of the hidden layer in their world, and he saw his dad recognize the real Derek, he knew he had his dad's permission.

His dad's always been a realist, too. Stiles' affection is anything but secret when it comes to Derek, because he deserves all the good things in the world, and despite his design to push and prod until the person Stiles is talking to comes undone and shares their secrets, Stiles has done anything but that with him. In the beginning, it was curiousity. It was his desire to know the unknown, to gather all the facts, to know enough to get over Derek Fuckin' Hale. Somewhere down the line, but very close to beginning, his feelings turned warmer, though. Glacier of ice melting into rivulets of water, carried away on a sea of emotions he'd denied himself to dip toes in for far too long.

And now that Derek's brought home a kitten he found abandoned near the Walmart, and named her Princess of all things, Stiles has been forced to take a fucking dive into that sea.

He makes a choked off sound when Derek, in the middle of the Loft, takes off his soft-looking, cozy green henley, and Stiles is assualted with the very vivid view of his gorgeous abs.

Derek opens his arms and Princess, deeming it her cue, climbs atop him, her little claws her little helpers, and Derek's enchanting smile Stiles' doom. Once she's nestled against his chest, he looks at Stiles. Another sound falls from Stiles' mouth, without his permission. It's a whine, he thinks; a call for help.

"You okay?"

O-K-A-Y. Four letter word, where sometimes the last two alphabets are unnecessary. Just like this question.

"What do you think!" Oh no. He needs to calm down. Princess is looking at him, her green eyes wide and anxious. Stiles whispers, hisses really, "Her! You! Henley!"

Derek looks at his little princess, then looks back at him. "You are not making sense, Stiles." Looks back at Princess, says, "Your Tata is acting crazy." Princess meows, as if in agreement, and oh fuck, seriously universe? Why should Derek look so damned adorable when he's just paying attention to his kitten like many others do! Hell, Peter was doing the same thing in the last pack meeting, and Stiles had thought nothing of it. But Derek does it, and it's like Stiles has discovered a whole new world of kinks. What the hell.

During Stiles' inner freakout, Derek has managed to sit on the couch, and now he's petting Princess, who is still attached to his chest like a barnacle. Why isn't Stiles a kitten?

Wait.

"DID YOU JUST ME CALL ME HER TATA?!"

Princess hisses quite venomously at him, probably at the volume of his voice, because Derek winces too. Oops. But no, not oops!

This is serious business.

He points a finger at Princess. "Don't talk to me like that young lady," he waggles his finger for emphasis. She follows it with her eyes, looks at Derek once, then settles down and watches him with wide, unblinking eyes. What an attitude on this one. Just like her dad, really. Who is... looking at him, the corner of his lips tilted up in amusement. "You. Words. Explain."

"Words are usually his thing," Derek tells Princess, who meows once in acknowledgment. Then he lifts his eyes towards Stiles and pats the free seat beside him. Stiles sits. "I am more of an action person."

And then Derek takes Stiles' hand and puts it on top of his other one, the one Derek's been using to constantly pet Princess. Stiles' breath stops for a moment at the touch.

"Is this okay?"

"More than," Stiles admits, and watches with awe as Derek's eye sparkle under the waning sunlight, the way his mouth stretches further up into a grin, unabashed and unbelievably pretty this close up. Stiles forms a grin in response too. "So," he says, playfulness creeping away the shock. "Since I am her Tata... I vote to name her Princess Leia."

Derek's laughter in response echoes through the Loft, and Princess makes her displeasure known at the vibrations on her comfy spot by jumping onto Stiles' chest. They remove their hands at the movement, and Stiles puts his hands back on her, lets her burrow in his chest. She's already in his heart, anyways.

"Stiles," Derek says when he's calmed down, only a minute later. Stiles isn't even offended; The sound of Derek's laughter is like eating candy. Like pure bliss. "That's already her name."

Stiles blinks.

Derek calls, "Leia, come to dad," and she goes.

"I love you so, so, so much, you don't even know, Derek Hale," the words come out, and he... is not afraid they're out there, because Derek has, once again, Princess Leia on his chest, and his left arm comes around Stiles' shoulders to pull him in towards himself.

Derek kisses the top of his head, and Stiles melts, and he is a realist, so when Derek replies, "I love you, too, so, so, so much," he knows he's done for life.

Stiles' heart will belong to no other, but Derek Hale.

As if reading his thoughts, Princess Leia meows, and Stiles amends his mental declaration: his heart will belong to no other, but Derek Hale, and the family they create.

[churino]

Design for fledgling nightbird

Throw out of the nest too soon she has the body, but still lacks the spark and, as a result, is something of a mall ninja, able to emulate but never actually be.

Having learned much from her research, nightbird builds herself a body, inspired by the cyber ninjas, with her own flare to it in hopes they would aceept her as a fellow earthly thing, sadly that would not be the case.

And to add insult to injury. She isn't the first sparkless thing yoketron's students had seen. The other, the larger, alien machine, was welcomed into their ranks as one of their own, and worst of all, the cyberninjas had granted that "outsider" as she put it, true life and were seemingly withholding information on how they did it, denying nightbird and her vehicons once again of the personhood they so desperately craved, she was in hell. Looking at heaven. they recognize monsters like the six clan and the decepticons as alive but deny her that right. What is SHE doing wrong? When she's the creation of humanity, the transformer's closest ally, and their equal.

The obsession with her origins and proving herself the same very quickly devolves into xenophobia for nightbird as she grows more contemptuous of everything from outside of earth, which strains her relationship with runamuck and runabout, as they can tell the shared sense of neglect that brought them all together is fading away as they've given nightbird the tools to achive her goals and support her but they're not very smart, emotionally or otherwise so they cant really express why they're worried about the path she's going down

This culminates in their creation of big hoss, a vehicon general without a robot mode like nightbird originally, ment to act as a big gun and to reorganize the vehicons into a more effective fighting force

Big hoss is a rampaging lunatic, he belives himself to be a "tru blooded merican patriot" Behaving as a walking stereotype that's so extreme it circles back to being endearing, He's obsessed with guns and firepower and has the built-in ability to manufacture new guns and bullets

He was eventually convinced that the vehicon leadership was inept. And attacked nightbird and the battlechangers, ending their lives and taking control of their faction, his leadership was a bloodthirsty one until nightbird returned, having transfered herself to her new body, cutting him in half.

Now alone, she's more spiteful than ever

[stackofsnakes]

I never had the chance to know my parents; i was only a few weeks old when my siblings and i were taken away and sold on the street. This is just reality for dogs. The man who adopted me was old, even for human standards, at around five of my expected lifetimes, although i couldn't comprehend such stretches of time then; i just thought he looked rather fuzzy. His robes in various colours, some of which invisible to me, reached all the way to his ankles and his long white beard a little bit further. It was under these robes he hid me when he entered his house, until he revealed me to the gnarliest human woman i will probably ever get to see. Her face so leathery with age it looked positively wooden contorted in a wide excited smile as she took hold of my frail little body and cradled me in her equally frail arms.

I came to accept her as my mother. How could i not? She fed me, bathed me, protected me, sang to me and cared for me when i fell sick, though these spells never lasted long on account of her homemade remidies. Her husband meanwhile was always afoot. From the moment he rose in the morning he'd rush around the home, stirring pots, writing parchments, accepting guests, running errands and conjuring colours and sounds until he was content. Whenever he needed a break, instead of sitting down, he took me on a walk. Whenever he encountered a problem he couldn't solve, he bent down to me, as i was usually watching him with curiosity, and started explaining his process until his eyes began to sparkle and, like a whirlwind, he'd rush back to his desk.

Today however, it was my eyes that demonstrated a spark that wasn't there before. Recognizing the glimmer of intelligent thought in my black animal eyes, i saw him mouthing the words "Oh shit." Realizing i'm the equivalent of a human five year old he quickly shut himself up, but too late. I had already internalized my first conscious memory and, commenting on the trauma of coming into sudden existence, repeated the words back to the wizard.

"Magic cares about what something means, not what it literally is. So when we adopted you into this family, when you truly accepted us as your parents, you became part of it in the eyes of magic. Which is why you've begun to manifest some aspects of our bloodline."

[strnilolover]

what is prince!Matt and maid!reader's first kiss like?

Honestly, it’s soft and sweet. Matt would do it in a moment of thanking her, catching her off guard, but she didn’t mind at all. though she’d get really shy and kind of run off. (i feel like their first kiss wouldn’t be for a few months, not at least until they’re well aquatinted with one another and start to recognize and process their own feelings)

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Matt had been out all day running errands and attending to royal duties that needed attention. Of course darling accompanied him for most of the day, so she was equally as tired. But, she was able to slip away with the last meeting he needed to attend.

She had made her way to his bedroom, getting his night clothes ready and his bed prepped for him to sleep in. Even though matt made it clear that she didn’t need to do everything expected of a personal maid, she still liked to to the little things to make everything easier for him.

As she finished drawing him a bath, she could hear his footsteps walking through his room. “Darling?” he called out, and she emerged from the bathroom — a small smile on her face. When matt saw her, his lips lazily tugged up. He knew how hard she worked, obviously seeing it first hand — that’s what drew him so close to her.

“Yes matt?” she replied, her voice straining a little. Even though matt has said countless of times that she could call him by his name — it still felt weird. He walked over to her, taking one of her hands in his. “Did you do all of this for me? you know you don’t have to do everything for me, even if it’s in your job.” he said, and she flushed, nodding in both understanding and acknowledging.

“You were so busy today, you need something to relax and i was just making it easier.” she admitted, her eyes training on their connected hand. Sure they’ve have some encounters where his hands lingered too long or where her eyes watched him — but it never felt like this.

“I appreciate it darling.” and before she could respond, he leaned in — pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. She was taken aback, not knowing what to do before her mind caught up and reciprocated the kiss. It was sweet and filled with something she couldn’t really place.

After a moment he pulled away, her eyes fluttering open to already find his blue eyes staring at her. Her lips parted, face even warmer now as she realized what they just did. “I hope i didn’t overstep..” matt whispered, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand.

Darling just shook her head, “N-no not at all..i just uhm — i should go now yeah?..” she quickly said, slipping her hand free as her heart pounded in her ears, bidding good night and slipping out his bedroom door.

Matt stood there, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before he smiled to himself — walking to his bathroom and discarding his clothes before slipping into the warm bath she drew for him.

© strnilolover

[bimbo-baggins17]

HIIIIII PRETTY

Just askin', do you have any thoughts about being Hayden's high school love? Maybe the relationship even turn out in a marriage? Huhauahaua, I'd loveeeee to hear your thoughts about it.

Kisses kisses, have a great week💘

Thank you sweetheart, I hope you have an amazing week too. MWA 💋 This was such a cute little idea oh my goshhh

I feel like it might not have lasted the full amount of time from high school to present day BUT there wouldn’t be a day where he didn’t think about you even when he was with someone else. Probably ended up being that you guys parted ways as his career took off just because you didn’t want to feel like you were holding him back. There was no bad blood or any grudges held between you both, just a mutual parting of ways, not saying that it didn’t hurt either of you.

Just as his feelings never went away, your’s didn’t either despite both of you attempting to move on and start a family somewhere else. Obviously we know what happened with him and Rachel. After that, he allowed himself to indulge a little more in the ideas of ‘what if’ with you even if he doesn’t think it would happen. He assumed you had settled down and started your own family with someone who wasn’t him.

You’ve pursued a career in journalism and media and end up running into him on an off chance at some event you were hired to write about or interview people. When he sees you, he can’t believe his eyes. You’ve obviously aged like he had but he instantly recognizes you and finds you just as beautiful as the first time he laid eyes on you. He wastes no time in approaching you. “Hey, long time no see. You remember me right?” You are equally as stunned to see him, instantly recognizing him and his voice even if it’s more gravelly from the years of smoking. Your face splits into a grin, “Of course I remember you, how could I not?” He’d laugh awkwardly, “I didn’t want to seem too cocky. How’ve you been? You look incredible by the way.”

This had to be a sign right? He could finally get a do-over at being happy with you and he wouldn’t pass it up. You’d spend a few minutes catching up with small conversation, not like this place was the correct time for a reunion. He ends up letting you go reluctantly but not before having you give him your number. He’d waste zero time in reaching out to grab some coffee and to catch up.

It’s like no time had ever passed between you two, feeling like you were in high school all over again. The feelings were still very much so there, if not stronger. He doesn’t let you slip through his fingers this time, within months he’s proposing and you’re moving in because he’s never been so sure about anything in his life ever before.

You’re the first person he’s ever fully settled down with and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[quibbs126]

Okay, so I think I have some more ideas for that Transformers au, since that was all my brain let me think about during the second half of my shift

It’s mostly just about Megatron and also the Decepticon cause

Okay so first off, I think if I want to make things the way I do, I’m gonna say that the Decepticons are genuinely fighting for equality for Cybertronians, while the Autobots are fighting to maintain the status quo. It’s not necessarily to say all Autobots want inequality, and some are fighting in hopes to build a better future through more peaceful means, but a lot of them don’t really recognize that the system is or was that bad. And there are still bad Decepticons, either those just wanting to cause mayhem or are just looking for a way to better their own status, but a large portion are fighting for change in Cybertronian government

Part of what makes the Autobots the generally dominant force in this conflict is that they’ve got a lot of propaganda going for them and against the Decepticons, including that being why they’re called “Decepticons”. Not everything said about the Decepticons is untrue, they are willing to do less than savory things to achieve their goals if necessary, but the idea that the Decepticons are evil deceivers is largely propaganda

I think in my head, I want the war to be portrayed as an actual civil war and revolution. When we hear about them in history, yeah there seems to be a relatively obvious good and bad looking back, like with the American Revolution and the Patriots and Loyalists, but in the moment, when they happened, neither side was entirely good or bad, and there’s reasons as to why people stuck to one side or the other, because they were people, not entities with a singular shared ideal

The French Revolution might be a more accurate comparison to the Cybertronian civil war, but also I grew up in America so the AR is my big frame of reference and I don’t know much about the FR other than it being semi inspired by the American one and having a lot of execution. But you get what I’m saying regardless

But also if we want the idea of the Decepticons being “evil”, well you gotta probably add some propaganda to explain why that’s how they’re depicted

Optimus is someone who just wants peace and is genuinely a good person, but he was also raised on Autobot propaganda and was never in a position in life where he would have particularly suffered the system (though he probably did still have hardships, I just don’t know what). Throughout this story he learns to see the truth of the matter more

Meanwhile, back to Megatron, the person I meant to be talking about

Okay so I’m thinking that he’s from a colony or city that was at the bottom rung of Cybertronian society, though I haven’t decided particularly what his job was. It might have been a miner and/or gladiator (I’m debating gladiator to have that be a reason he’s high up in rank), but maybe I should do something else

But anyways, I haven’t worked out the kinks in his backstory, but his birthplace was under control of the Autobots, and he became emboldened by the ideals of the Decepticons and their leader (who at this point I might just make Galvatron), and ended up leading an uprising alongside his fellow bots to overthrow the corrupt leadership in their home, and being successful in this attempt. The Autobots were planning to launch a counterattack to reclaim the area, but the Decepticons caught wind of the uprising and managed to get there first, leading to the place becoming Decepticon territory and being under their protection

While not everyone involved decided to join the Decepticon rebellion afterwards, plenty being content to just have their freedom, Megatron decided to join with them afterwards, wanting to bring their cause to even more places amongst the galaxy

Megatron was a powerful bot, and one with a lot of guts and courage, and he has some skill in leading other bots, which led to him becoming a Decepticon commander. He’s also extremely loyal to those who’ve earned his respect

However his main flaw is that he is deeply emotional, and as such has a tendency to let his emotions overtake his logic and common sense, and that’s when he tends to fail and make the wrong decisions. This tends to particularly be a problem because his main emotion is anger

This is exactly why Starscream ends up getting assigned to Megatron as his second in command; Starscream may not be the most upstanding bot, but he’s very shrewd and very flexible with his circumstances, always looking for a way to come out on top, not letting grudges and emotions get in the way of things. Couple that with his extensive military experience and he was considered a good fit for Megatron, with the idea the two could even each other out

Speaking of Starscream, I’m flirting with the idea he may have at one point been an Autobot, but eventually switched sides alongside his squadron, but that’s neither here nor there

Anyways back to Megatron, he tends to judge people based on their character and direct actions rather than their skills and accomplishments. It’s not to say he can’t work with someone who’s highly skilled but an asshole, he just won’t like them

You’d think this means he’d be able to make peace with the Autobot squadron relatively quickly, but he has a deep hatred for Autobots (probably backstory related but again I don’t know the specifics) that tends to override that idea of judging by their character. Over time he also learns to let this hatred of the Autobots go, particularly because of Optimus as he sees the bot is genuinely good and wants to do what’s right

Also with that, I’m thinking he and Optimus have no prior connection, only meeting now at the time of the story. They probably knew of each other, but had no prior personal relationship

So basically they get enemies to lovers instead of the divorce arc. Well I mean, I’m not sure if they end up together, maybe one or both of them have other people they date. But you get what I mean

And yeah, I think that’s about it. I should probably go do homework now in all honesty

[brainrotcharacters]

The thing that gets me giddy is the fact that Logan goes from "Do I know you, bub?" to "WADE! You don't have to do this!"

[a-spacecadet]

✨ Morning Routine ✨

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The girls also had a sleepover and also woke up ✨beautiful✨ ✨flawless✨ and ✨gorgeous✨

Companion piece to my other drawing of the boys~

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[gabriellerudessa]

First, about kids: congratulations on being truthful with your daughters! <3 And Coop's achieves the right point with Janey, with the sincerity plus gentle - so many parents don't care about gentle and end up traumatizing their kids with the knowledge and don't really prepare them, while others aren't sincere at all, which also very bad, it creates illusions (as seen with Lucy). Coop doesn't go into the details of the horrors of war and what a nuclear explosion causes, but still prepares his daughter and impress there's danger, enough that the moment the bombs hit, she recognizes what's happening and is rightly afraid. She's young enough that she doesn't need to know how exactly a nuclear bomb kills, it's enough to know that, at a certain distance, you can't outrun it and that there's risk of it happening. Coop could have distracted her before with the cake, could have said it wouldn't happen, could have made up something more upbeat about the thumbs up, so many things, but no, he said exactly as it was.

And yeah, Coop's honesty and directness regarding the Wasteland does help Lucy - and, being an adult, she must be able to deal with it being taught harshly, unlike Janey. It specially helps her in learning that "being gentle and polite" doesn't equal with being "good": the robot in the store is gentle and polite and gives her a new finger just to say it was going to harvest her organs.

I think all this contrast, with The Ghoul doing horrible things and being harsh and cruel but also being upfront and honest about his intentions, while the robot was doing horrible things with a facade of gentle and polite, is what mainly makes her doubt and nosy around Vault 4 and being ready to accept what Moldaver says about her dad as being true. Despite everything she says to Maximus about Vaults, it's still recent how the robot was gentle and polite just like everyone's supposed to be... And it was about to kill her. And the people from the Vault are gentle and polite and took in refugees, and just asked her to not go to this level... So something must be up. And it makes her discover the experiments. Then when Moldaver says all that about her dad... She doesn't chalk it up to Moldaver trying to create a divide. She listens, because she knows how Vault 4 was when in the hands of Vault-Tec, and as a consequence demands honesty from her dad.

I think it's highly possible that, if Lucy hadn't gone through what she did with The Ghoul and the robot, she wouldn't have sneaked out into the forbidden level of Vault 4. She would've taken everyone at face value, because previously she was very trusting specially of Vault-Dwellers (she only really thinks something's up with Monty when hearing the screams, it's clear before it all she was chalking any weirdness to 'he's from another vault'). She still is trusting to a certain level, but has more of a cynical bone in her after it all - Norm was clearly the more cynical of the two, with how he says "if we got dad back they wouldn't get to be in charge". Without it, she wouldn't have gone into the forbidden level and, as a consequence, wouldn't be prepared to consider maybe her dad wasn't the hero she always thought. Wouldn't know that Vault-Tec hides skeletons.

Coop/The Ghoul being as he is creates the exact ambiance Lucy needs to learn to doubt what people say to her and what happens around her, and prepares her to learn harsher truths than the ones he already taught her.

Just started my third rewatch of the Fallout series, and something that just stuck out to me, in retrospect, about Cooper and how he later is as The Ghoul. Don't know if anyone pointed it out before.

When Janey asks about the thumbs up thing... Coop is gentle but sincere. If smaller than your thumb, run away. When she asks if bigger, again he's sincere but gentle: there's no point in running.

Why stuck out to me? Because at the same time the mother of the birthday boy is all around being like "only happy thoughts", changing the TV to a channel that doesn't talk about the war and such. And actually, the protecting of kids and saying everything will be okay and not talking about danger and how things really are is commonly depicted, as if they can't and should not deal with this type of knowledge. Protected to a point of being detrimental. (also, like the Vault was, oops)

This moment talks a lot about Coop's character and who he is as a person. He may not go into extensive details, but he respects his daughter enough to be frank but gentle; when she asks if he thinks it's going to happen, he doesn't say a certain "no", he says "I certainly hope not". That's monumental compared to how it's usually depicted.

This shows, before EVERYTHING ELSE, at the very start, before we are shown what he discovers about Barb and Vault Tec and so on, how Coop values sincerity and truth, how he loves his daughter enough to not lie to her about the cloud and the bombs. Heck, chronologically this happens after his discovery, so it's probably even more pronounced.

After the bombs, after becoming a ghoul? It's pronounced, extremely, this trait of sincerity and truth. But it lost the edge of respect for the person on the other side and in being taught with gentleness, as seen in how he treats Lucy - a respect that briefly appears when he mercy-kills the other ghoul going feral -; he's still truthful in telling and teaching about the Wasteland and how it's mostly a kill-or-be-killed word, but unlike with Janey, there's no worry if the lesson comes out as harsh and cruel or what will happen with the other person.

Coop never shied away from harsh truths. He knew the cruelty of the world, he had been a soldier; a great part of his dislike for Bud was how Bud didn't care about how a defective product caused deaths for other soldiers with whom Coop fought, and if I'm not mistaken he's vocal about it directly to Bud and to Barb.

The thing is, he thought things were better and that his wife had his back. Then he discovered that no to both. And once he discovered, it appears he didn't put his head to the sand like that mother on the birthday. We don't know the details, but we can see that Coop had enough of a spine to deny the thumbs up and to be truthful with Janey. And this explains a lot of his development in the post-war and as a The Ghoul.

[fictionadventurer]

Maybe the problem with Christian fiction is that it's non-denominational. People are just "Christian", with no effort put into showing what practicing that religion looks like for them specifically. No indication that there are other Christians who could have different beliefs. No wrestling with differing ideas and the struggle of how one should live out their Christian faith. And that makes it unrealistic and unrelatable.

[linktoo-doodles]

dig me up, let me go

[sophrxsynes]

remember back in the rcdart era of tumblr when drawing fetishistic hyperfeminine caricatures of trans men with huge tits and hips and snatched waists and womens lingerie and makeup and pussies out got you ran off the site. now it's completely encouraged and is the default way people portray trans men and if you have a problem with it suddenly you're the monster. normal pro trans website great allyship

[fharzai]

Alrik's voice was as deep and powerful as thunder. His grip was so. firm that Fharzai's soft skin would bruise for days after. He was losing his mind to the delirious pleasure of it all, accepting every ounce of what he was given now that his words had drawn forth a force of nature.

Fharzai's fingers dragged down the table's surface while his head dragged across it aimlessly. He was losing the ability to think clearly with Alrik eating him out, a mental haziness that only intensified as an ungodly large finger pushed its way in. Then another. Then another. Never in his life had Fharzai's hole been stretched so wide, and yet his body gave way to eagerly accommodate Alrik's enhanced size. The noise from Fharzai's lips was so primal and inhuman that he almost didn't recognize it. If not for the curses falling from his lips in undulating tongues excluding common, he would've been certain someone else was in the room.

Gasping, grunting, clawing at the wood while his dick strained with from the overwhelming pleasure of Alrik's fingers touching places inside of him no other man could hope to reach, Fharzai's initial answer came in response to the encroaching sounds of footsteps outside. He may not have been able to string together a sentence, but he could throw up a sanctuary around the room. No one in or out until Fharzai got what he needed, and from the puddle he was creating on the floor he needed Alrik bad. Was that precum? Did he release again? Honestly, Fharzai couldn't tell but his cock pulsed with a continuous stream as Alrik pressed his walls.

Alrik was his, and at that moment the only thing that mattered equally as much was that he was Alrik's. "Puh ... hng Al ... huh." Rendered entirely incoherent, Fharzai found it possible to answer Alrik beyond the shielding he weaved. Daring to look over his shoulder, the sight of Alrik's massive body behind him caused him to shudder cum again, unmistakably this time however the weeping of his cockhead continued on after his release. When his eyes returned from having rolled back into their sockets, he resolved to vocalize his desires. "Please Alrik, tear me apart. I'm yours, I'm only yours." In this sanctuary, the outside world was closed off indefinitely. Sure, he'd have to find some way to clear things up with the Queen, but that was a problem for the version of himself that got fucked into oblivion. "Ruin ... ruin me. Fuck me like you couldn't even in our dreams until you're my whole world."

Satisfaction churned at Alrik's core as Fharzai yielded to him, the druid's words of submission and desire fueling an insatiable hunger. He could feel the druid's body trembling beneath his touch, could hear the raw need in Fharzai's voice, and it drove him wild. "That's right, dúnedain." Alrik rumbled, his voice vibrating through Fharzai's body. "You are mine, and I am yours."

He could feel Fharzai's hole clenching around his tongue, could taste the druid's essence as he devoured him. Alrik's massive hands gripped Fharzai's ass tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he spread the druid wider, allowing him to plunge his tongue even deeper. The scent of Fharzai's arousal filled the air, intoxicating Alrik and spurring him on. He could feel the druid's cock throbbing, could see the pre-cum dripping onto the floor, and it made him want to claim Fharzai completely.

Pulling back slightly, Alrik replaced his tongue with a thick finger, pushing it inside Fharzai's eager hole. "Another?" Alrik asked, rhetorically as he added another, his fingers scissoring inside Fharzai, "All these years you've locked yourself away, now look at you." Alrik was taking a great deal of satisfaction from this as meaty hands pushed incessantly into the hole that he'd, so far, only dreamt of.

"The dream was a pale shadow compared to what this will feel like," Alrik promised as he added a third finger and crooked them cruelly as he twisted against a spot he'd navigated with his cock a hundred times before. "but only when you ask for it, to be split and ruined." A hefty glob of spit landed on the crown of Alrik's cock as the calloused fist of his free hand ran up and down the length of his shaft.

[naamahdarling]

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