#cannot stress enough there is NO subtlety in this

[keelanrosa]

oh hey i went to schools/churches which actively taught this when i was a kid.

It really makes "if you're anti-Zionist you're anti-Jew/if you're pro-Jew you support Israel" conversations jarring because while there's certainly plenty of overlap of people who support/oppose both, i also knew so many people for whom "Jews should move to Israel" was the equivalent of telling a POC to go back where they came from specifically so they could die and go to hell from there.

Most Christian Zionists are Evangelical & Fundamentalist Christians; however, the ideology has adherents within all Christian denominations [including Mormonism]. 

They exist globally; this is not solely an American phenomenon. 

The largest Zionist organization in America is a Christian organization. 

The largest Zionist organization has more Christian members than there are Jewish Americans alive.

As of 2021, there are roughly 7.5 million American Jews. Christians United for Israel alone has over 10 million Christian members.

 There more than 30 million Christian Zionists in the United States alone. That’s double the population of Jews worldwide.

Antisemitism is the lifeblood of the Christian Zionist. Substituting care for Jews with nationalism [based in belief in the coming Rapture], Christian Zionists wield antisemitism as a tool.T

They use antisemitism in the Diaspora to entice Jews to move under the guise of ‘safety’, propelling & furthering their agenda of gathering all Jews in the Holy Land.

Christian Zionists are happy to promote antisemitic propaganda, misinformation, & legislation in order to achieve this goal.

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[kidspawn]

And Now, A Comprehensive Essay I Never Thought I'd Write:

I've seen people upset with Gabe's character in the show thus far. Saying he's too toned down, too "pathetic white trash" as opposed to abusive jerkass. I do understand why people are mad, but a few words in defense of this portrayal - and why it still works.

One: "He's too nice/soft/passive"

Um... absolutely not? This dude had me cringing and tensing up as soon as we meet him. Percy tenses and goes on the defensive, starts shooting comebacks. Gabe, seeing a tense and emotionally drained child, immediately comes at him, berating him for misbehaving.

He snaps at Sally, basically loses his shit at the idea of her leaving the apartment. She has to negotiate with him to leave her own apartment? To use the car? I don't care if she's "standing her ground" more. (Which, she isn't, but that's a whole other topic.) He's still being a douche.

There are aspects of Gabe's book characterization that are lost in media translation. For instance, Percy giving him money. "Whenever I was home, he expected me to provide his gambling funds. He called that our 'guy secret.' Meaning, if I told my mom, he would punch my lights out" (The Lightning Thief, pg. 31) This is Percy's internal monologue. When Percy enters their apartment in the book, Gabe is just a dick. Yes, he's not pestering Percy for money but he's doing everything else. I wouldn't be surprised if this information about Gabe comes to light the further into the story we go. Rick Riordan isn't trying to erase the abuse, but drawing attention to the intricacies and subtleties of abuse.

Two: "Sally is too assertive/fights back/etc"

Please, kindly, screw off with that "perfect victim" line of thinking. Just because Percy and Sally aren't crying, sobbing, etc, doesn't mean they're not being abused? First of all, that would be out of character. No doubt about that.

The only thing different between the scene in the book versus the show is how Sally manipulates/negotiates with Gabe. She has a different tone here, sure, but let's face it - Sally doesn't particularly like Gabe. He is a means to an end. She doesn't care too much about hurting his feelings here. She's placating. She's leveraging what little she has to get something from him. In the books, it was bean dip. In the show, its sandwiches and watching a game together. Sally doesn't care for Gabe, but Gabe obviously has interest in Sally, or spending time with her. She's leveraging her time and her resources to get her kid to Camp Half-Blood. She knows what's going to work because she's been dealing with this for so long.

And don't pretend like Gabe using the word "please" is changing the horrid tone he uses with Sally. Neither Percy or Sally flinch when he yells. This isn't a rare occurrence. Gabe probably yells all the time. But it's been happening long enough they're both desensitized to it.

These aspects aren't that different from the book.

Yes, the abuse is subtle, a few tweaks to appease an admittedly young target audience. But it is there. It's solely disappointing to me that subtext has seemingly been lost.

Three: "He's just average white trash."

Is that not... the point? He's... just a basic mortal? He's so abysmally human, so utterly mundane that he masks Percy's smell. He's crummy, and slimy, and awful. He doesn't strive for more, he doesn't aspire for more. He's a bully. He's awful to Percy, he yells at Sally. The only thing different about him in the show so far is he hasn't hit Sally yet.

(Yet. By the way. There's only two episodes out. We find out he's hitting Sally at the end of the source material. He never hits Percy onscreen, it's stated in internal monologue.)

Details will be lost in translation, of course, but please I cannot stress enough how little of the show we've seen. We don't know how they're going to explore Percy's characterization and reaction to abuse. There will be flashbacks, opportunities to flesh out the relationships and characters. Just because Rick changed aspects to keep people from being triggered doesn't mean he's going to let audiences go on believing this kind of behavior is ok. (At least, I hope he doesn't.)

Gabe Ugliano is still a piece of garbage. He is a horrendous human being. It's baffling to me that no one's believing that based on what we've seen of him. Not once did I think he was "toned down." I had a hard time rewatching that scene. The verbal belittlement, the subtle manipulation and control he's asserting into their lives. He's awful to Percy, he's awful to Sally.

Also, I reiterate: there are only two episodes out. Give the story time to breathe. Give the team time to deal with this storyline and flesh out this aspect of Sally and Percy's relationship.

[killerbananas]

Calm

Double drabbles about lazy soft sex with Connie turned a little rough.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 772 wc | afab!reader x Connie

Warnings: smut; soft turned rougher sex, dubcon/somnophilia/inebriation, creampie, frottage, cockwarming, come play/eating, objectification/slight humiliation, Dom/sub tones, thumb in the bum

AN: Repost from my old account.

Connie’s curled around your body, air the perfect temperature to get away with being entirely naked and just under a smooth sheet. His inhale catches the edge of your ear and stirs you along with his gentle caress of your soft breast. He smiles into your neck and you get a jutting motion from his hips that press his erection against the curve of your ass. He only manages to work himself between your thighs before he’s drifting again, but still rocking his cock between. You’re wet enough to lubricate him each time and eventually get up enough momentum to lean forward and let him pop in your pussy. It’s a lot of effort, encouraging you to drift off with him.

He stays and fucks you awake on his sensitive member until he’s begging to come inside as a good morning creampie. You tell him it better be a promise or he’s gonna owe you a lot more orgasms before lunch as you let him use your pussy. He holds you close, biting your neck, hands pressing flat at your hip bones to keep you within fucking distance. His bite only tightens when you do, but it’s his own doing because his hand rubs sporadically rhythmed motions across your clit that has you milking him of each spurting white rope.

You were almost passed out on the plush carpet in front of the TV. You’d relaxed waiting for Connie to come over and after a glass or two of wine, decided you didn’t need the confinement of pants and deserved to just hang out doing something mindless. Or at least enough glasses to forget Connie had a key and miss your phone vibrating his corroborating explanation. He nearly drops the to-go boxes in the doorway when he does finally greet your groggy ass. He gets the most perfect view of your backside dressed in his favorite cheeky panties. He sets everything down before he slowly, quietly disrobes on his way over.

His hands feel like they’re everywhere as he joins you on the carpet in his boxers. He massages muscles and begins to pay close attention to your lower back and thighs, straddling your legs as he sharpens his focus. He even encourages you to finish the level you were on and let him make you feel good. Of course, you agree. It sounds heavenly and his hands, oh fuck his hands…

They’re absolutely glued to your ass and he cannot hide the raging boner it gives him, but he does his best to be a gentleman and actually work your muscles before he chooses to be a brat. His touch drifts closer and closer to your labia and under the panties quickly. He’s pulling them to the side, reaching down for his dripping cock, and nudging his way through your arousal to get his head in immediately.

“Ah-ngh-woah, a warning, babe?!”

“Said I was gonna make you feel good. Let me take care of your pussy too. I’ll-ngh, gotta make sure I don’t miss an opportunity to help you relieve some stress.”

“I guess, if you put it that way. I’ll let you get back to work then while I beat this level. You don’t mind, do you, sweet boy?”

His rhythm falters with the subtlety of shattering porcelain, overwhelmed in how he feels to use your body to get off while you ignore him until he can distract you… His only reply is to keep lapping away languorously with his hips, using just enough force to barely push you forward along the carpet. Connie’s gaze is centered on where he can see his cream-coated cock entering and leaving your grasping cunt. He withdraws fully to stimulate your entrance and his head a few times, then rubbing it through your lips and across your clit before abruptly shoving the entirety of his member back in your welcoming hole. Your face is blushing neon heat that has you forgetting the controller exists, almost biting the carpet to stay anchored.

Time slows drastically when you feel his spit-slicked thumb breach your tight back bud, but, as he’d massaged elsewhere, so had he here. The painful burn is quickly replaced with gently simulating fullness when he passes the muscle. Paired with your own fingers travelling down to aid your struggle, Connie finesses your body into convulsing release that leaves you both boneless on the floor.

His hand traipses down to touch the come weeping from your womb, then brings it back up to suckle your shared flavor into his mouth. You both light up in rose tones of arousal, then intimate giggles.

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[gaypirate420]

Curiosity here: {Discussion}

If you could re-write Jasper but keep 2 things about him, what would you keep? Besides appearance and gift! How would you explore this new version of Jasper?

For me, I'd keep his army past and Alice. But I'd explore how he changes over time and comes to realize how bad being on the Confederate side & being racist is. (I think you get it I'm trying to keep this short.)

Such as what makes him change and how he copes with his new understanding, and y'know the whole process of that.

Ofc, she comes into play too, maybe she's the catalyst that gets him to thinkin' about the topic at the surface, but it eventually goes deeper as she overtime explains things to him, and he thinks further on his own. IDK BRO I'm just thinking and wanted to read what you'd do. {Have a discussion.}

I'd change him shacking up w/ the Cullens though...or maybe their relationships with each other. I'd love to explore everything basically around canon while still being divergent to an extent. (Canon Related?)

He'd be the main character, but I think you already knew that if you read or at least skimmed this. But I have a terrible fear of people misunderstanding me. (⊙﹏⊙)

But yeah, I was just curious! I know a lot of people have done all sorts of things with him in Fics regarding his past and such, but I do always enjoy reading your responses to things.

This is just a purely hypothetical discussion. {If this was ever made that would be ambitious as hell cause like mf is like... 150 years old!}

I don't even want to think about all that time, and they never sleep either so like holy hell. So many moments of introspection and guilt and etc. to write I'd have a mental collapse. {But that's me when I write anything but also editing sucks ass.}

But not to mention ofc the huge amounts of research everything would take, and I am a huge perfectionist.

-Sincerely a mutual who tried to ask a few questions then freaked out over my own questions.

I'm making this anon now because I fear this ask now.

I think we have the same idea dear mutual!

(this is so fucking long omg I went off the rails, let me know what y'all think.)

I wouldn't rewrite anything, I'll just play it differently, I'll give it a nice depth.

I've always been on the side that just rewrite or ignore Jasper's confederate past is- not ideal. Yeah it's okay for a silly little comfort fic with your favorite vampire but not when talking about his actual canon characterization.

I would keep him serving for the Confederate army. I know a lot of people don't like that about him, but, I think it's a huge part of his character but there was something lacking there.

And what was missing is guilt.

Jasper, as to how he is written, and how we see the scenes of his past are played on both the book and the movie makes him look like he wasn't ashamed of his racist past or that he was even still prideful for it.

And it's so weird for me, how could this man who spent a century long depression, a self described "monster" a "nightmare" that just floods with self loathing couldn't feel guilty for not only taking someone's life but their freedom?

How could he feel guilty over killing the newborns but not black people? It doesn't make sense and it makes it worse, it makes you think that he, in modern times, it's still a confederate and also because vampires are "mentally frozen." He's not changed that much really then.

(I think Jasper lacking guilt and remorse about these fact about him is because of SM and her own views she not so subtlety spread all over her books though.)

So yes, I am keeping him as an ex-confederate soldier. Jasper was 17 so we are just to assume he was ignorant, and that's okay, we can live with an ignorant white boy for now. I cannot stress enough about how there is no need to make mental flips and splits to justify this choice of thinking in a 17 y/o southern boy from the 1840's. But, he gets to change, he, after the first years of him killing the newborns reflects about this, he might not be completely educated but he has the spirit.

Now let's talk about Alice.

I love her, but, if we are really analysing this then her and therefore the rest of the Cullens (because they welcome her and Jasper on their family) are okay with Jasper serving for the confederacy and I don't like that.

Why did Alice make him feel hope and all this shit and get him to change and learn a new life but didn't make him reflect on that maybe, perhaps, fighting for the enslavement of an entire race wasn't a good thing to do.

She says "you'll never be that again." referring to him being a vampire killing machine, not a racist, may I remind y'all.

So, I think the change would be about Alice teaching him things, Jasper spent so much time with Maria and then he was seriously depressed, I get the idea he wasn't interested on- going outside besides to feed from humans.

I think there are two types of vampires, those who love seeing humanity grow and change and come up with all these little inventions and then the ones who just see humans as prey.

Alice being the first and Jasper the second, but not for long after he meets her.

I think Alice could update him about the modern world that was the 50's, she would educate her that yes, Jasper's gentlemanly ways are charming and make her blush and giggle but there are some comments that aren't okay, just because in "his time" it was "okay", "funny" or "right", to say these things doesn't make them less offensive, dismissive and hurtful.

Alice would ask Jasper what did he felt while serving? And why? Was he even fully aware of what he was fighting for? Did the years of him seeing countless human's fight and go to wars that got bloodier and more destructive made him stop and think about the damage of his own army career?

Make the man reflect. Make him think for days and days about these questions he asked himself but never truly took the time to answer them. I need Jasper to have a slight mental breakdown before he gets to know the more peaceful life with the Cullens and Alice.

Alice asked these questions in her endless curiosity, not in innocence, but rather to know Jasper, really know him and understand him.

I want him to feel disgusted about having to feed from humans now that he realizes how much harm he did, and that's were the Cullens come in, Alice knows about her new family of course and it's more than excited to know her mate wants this life too, not because oh he's so in love with her he'll do anything (he is) but because he wants to change.

Carlisle let's him stay because he knows this, he understands in a way and he can't help but sympathize with him and Alice wanting to change herself and help her partner.

But Jasper can't fully because his body is asking him to kill constantly. He doesn't want to keep harming people, but his body can't forget, not only his body it's scarred as a reminder, but there's this annoying bloodlust that doesn't want to go away just yet.

But he has Alice, holding his hand and make him feel like everything will be alright.

Jasper is struggling but he is changing, he is getting more and more mental peace, finally, after a century and a half. It's slow, it's painful but it's there, self forgiveness and change.

One of the things that I love, a concept, Jasper being into philosophy, history and just literature, him loving to learn.

I love that in Breaking Dawn Jasper wanted to help Bella with her thirst. And of course I love him being hurt when she's way more successful than he is after so many years.

Seeing someone who you share the same experiences is so amazing, it helps you, but seeing them overcome this challenges that you also endure it brings you down on such a horrible way, it hurts you, but it makes you think of who you were before and how much you have accomplished. How much you've changed and that's my take on Jasper Hale.

I am not normal about him.

Also, I think I would change vampires not being able to sleep or cry, I think Jasper deserves both, as a treat :). I love him.

[nyaagolor]

Vex's big fat SV fic recommendation list

Being stressed while waiting for reviews and thesis feedback had me tearing through the SV AO3 tags like a rabid animal. Bright side to this is that I've been through basically the entire tag for a few characters so you don't have to. Below the cut is all the fics that really stuck with me

Invasive Species by hiratake Hassel/Brassius oneshot. You know that popular post that says the holy grail of AO3 is a 10k oneshot that changes your life when you binge it at 3am? yeah that's this one they meant this fic. It's a look at their younger years and the falling in love stuff these two go through and it's fantastic. There's cute cameos, excellent prose and really fun themes throughout

Team Building (and other remedies for loneliness) by viodef Arven Gen multichap. By the time I finished this fic I was convinced it's canon. It fills in the unseen parts of the game absolutely expertly, telling the story of how Arven caught and raised his team, and balances emotional angst and cute moments within his team flawlessly. It actually got me to care immensely about Arven's Toedschol. btw, this fic is part of a series-- and every fic in it is just as excellent as this one. They're some of the best Arven fics I've ever seen and I cannot recommend them highly enough

I Love You (just in case you didn't know) by WizardGlick Hassel/Brassius oneshot collection. "Where are all the incredible writers for SV?" making old man yaoi content. The Hassel/Brassius scene on AO3 is killing it. This fic has been on my mind since I first read it, it's so GOOD. It's tender it's emotional it's cute it has it all. Even if you don't care for this ship you will by the end of it. Read it

normal people by golden_blue Larry gen oneshot. I'm actually astounded at the charm people are putting into fics about Larry, a character designed to be as basic as possible. This is a fic that really just brings the pokemon world to life, giving so much depth to characters and making everything feel so grounded and lived in. If you like Larry, or even if you don't, read this fic, it'll leave you loving Medali and everyone in it

Kitchen Confidential by aclockworklemon Zerotrio Gen Twoshot (for now). People who characterize the player's mom are the most powerful among us and this is as good as it gets. There's a lot of subtlety in how the characters emotions are explored through the perspective of the character's own mom, and honestly I just love a fic that feels so grounded and sweet. Everyone is characterized so well, and the conflicts feel so real and personal. Good times all around

lost in translation by fivveweeks E4 gen oneshot. This fic is fucking hilarious I am actually begging you to read this one. One of the few times a fic actually got me to belly-laugh. Every work in this author's series about the E4 is equally as funny and equally as good so just do yourself a favor and read them all

holding onto the past (just like her) by centispores Arven oneshot, focused on grief. This one absolutely destroyed me. It has a real mastery of prose, a slowly building sense of dread and confusion that really hammers in the emotional core, and a really good understanding of flow. Setting the fic to a flu delerium backdrop lets the author's talents really shine and also gut punch you right at the end! It hurts, highly recommend

Tenderhearted Trust by infaredlove Jacq focused oneshot. SV introduced the best cast of side characters (the teachers) in the history of this franchise and some valiant authors took it upon themselves to just make banger after banger all about them. This is honestly a recommendation for this author's entire catalogue of work because I adore how they characterize the academy staff, Jacq especially. The prose is great, the feelings are tender, and who doesn't love seeing some nice stories about the adults in the room?

kids and their newfangled lingo by rentaldragon Rika/Geeta oneshot. This one is less than 1k words and as cute as it is funny. It needs no introduction, it's got silly lesbians in it!!

Up the Creek by neutralize Arven oneshot, focused on his failed attempts to heal Mabosstiff. Another ouchie of a fic. This one stings real bad, and the depth of emotion in this one is an absolute killer. The ever increasing desperation here and the ways that Arven's own trauma prevent him from reaching out or getting help for his own mental state are absolutely brutal and an incredible way of illustrating the pre-canon events. This one is rough but it's a very worthwhile read

YOUR _____ APPEARS ABNORMAL. by johnchurch Larry oneshot, Geeta POV. This fic is absolutely genius and even if you don't like either character you have got to give it a shot. It's such a fun and clever way to integrate in-game glitches to an in-universe headcanon. Genuinely delightful. Also watching Geeta slowly lose her mind is more fun than I initially expected

Cool, Cool, Cool by Chumpy Arven/Giacomo oneshot. Really and truly who is doing it like rarepair shippers. They are the backbone of fanfic society and I mean this. This fic is pretty lowstakes in comparison to the others on this list, but man is it cute. I love the characterization, the realism of teenage dialogue and all its awkwardness, and just the way the relationship progresses during the story. Sooo cute, give it a read!

Perennial by Seasonal Penny twoshot. Fics that are canon to me. I'm not even sure how to properly articulate how much this just feels like a legitimate explanation of canon events that happened offscreen. This fic is perfect and also canon. Real to me.

The Fellowship of Glimmora by dragons_tree Geeta multichap, unfinished. This is THE Geeta fic to me. The prose is incredible, the characterization is incredible, the worldbuilding is incredible. If you read one SV fic today make it this one, it will leave you with so many new thoughts on Geeta and her relationships with the gym leaders. Genuinely so so so good I think I would kill to get this fic to update again

Ortega's Drag Race by MimeOfATime Team Star oneshot. This fic is canon in my brain. This is so real to me. The characterization is perfect, the worldbuilding is perfect, begging you to read this fic Right Now. Pls. For me.

Push by agendergrim Professor-focused oneshot. This one is short and also just cracked my brain wide open. SUCH an interesting take on what happened to the other professor and well-written to boot. Do yourself a favor and read this one when you have a few minutes

Historical Perspective by n7punk Sada/Raifort exes oneshot. No one understands Raifort like this author I stg. The characterization of everyone here is absolutely fantastic and is filled with concepts and ideas that feel so authentic to the story of the game. I too love disaster lesbians so this fic was an absolute delight

regret, reflected in crystal by Emolga Turo and Arven focused oneshot. This one is INSANELY rough, big tw for child abuse and an absolutely gut-wrenching internal monologue about it. This fic is really heavy but insanely good, I had to sit down for a while to process it all when I was done. I highly recommend this to anyone who's looking for a fic to blow them away, the author is insanely talented and a master of their craft, but also OOF.

oh, just one more question… by pistachiosoda Penny focused oneshot. Such a sweet Team Star character study, it's really neat to see the unique ways that each character speaks and reflects about the boss and how it serves not only to characterize Penny, but them in turn. This genuinely feels like it could be dialogue ripped from some DLC of the game. If you like Team Star def give this one a look

irony by mousewritings Penny and Arven oneshot. This author REALLY understands teenage dialogue. It feels so real it's almost painful, so if you want something that's really gonna captivate you, give this a read. There's something about the way the characters fumble that feels really natural, and this author is extremely talented when it comes to dialogue and attitude. I adore this fic

Endearment by Sarajaye Penny focused oneshot. Centers around Penny's feelings about her dad-- it's like 400 words and super sweet, just do yourself a favor and read it right now. Click on the link and go for it it'll take like two minutes. You'll thank me later.

Glimmer by WolvZephyr Geeta focused oneshot. Good Geeta focused fics are few and far between, so it was fantastic to see one that really delved into her philosophy and attitudes and personality. This is one of those fics that really puts so much depth into a character that it feels like a natural extension of everything in game. Whether or not u think ur a Geeta fan, read this, because it'll absolutely give you a fresh perspective on her

Patch Up by ColourfulVoid Nemona and Miriam focused oneshot. This might actually be one of, if not my absolutely, favorite fic I've read about Nemona. It so perfectly captures the masking she does and the ways that the adults in her life WANT to help but can't because of all the fronts she puts up. This is filed under lists of fics that changed my brain chemistry. Read it

hues by aukai Nemona and Jacq focused oneshot. Similar to the above, this focuses on Nemona's unhealthy habits and masking and I just absolutely adore it. It's a brief glimpse into her pre-story school life and really adds depth to everything happening offscreen. Nemona my beloved

If you don't wanna use a tumblr post for the links, I have all these bookmarked on my AO3 Vex_ation, which is linked here

[sweetlittlebabyboy]

Behind Bars; Caleb/Emilio

@xringwork

Smithsgrove Sanitarium stood like a gloomy fortress just outside of town. It was a place that very rarely received visitors. It's walls filled with people grappling with all sorts of mental health challenges. Smithsgrove was a high security level psychiatric hospital and prison where patients dealt with everything from anxiety and depression to serious personality disorders. Caleb Anderson was the youngest at Smithsgrove. He was only eighteen years old. The boy was known for his baby face and dark red hair. Caleb was diagnosed with a serious case of post-traumatic stress disorder; he had been brutally assaulted by his father and brother, and attacked them in self defense. Caleb was also diagnosed with major depressive disorder. The boy may have an adorable and beautiful face, but the saddness that lurked within him was deep, dark and heavy. Doctors were running out of ideas; they were even considering electroshock therapy for the young man. In this place that felt more like a cage than a refuge, little Caleb yearned for connection and understanding, searching for a glimmer of hope in the darkness that had consumed him.

Today, however, Caleb’s thoughts were elsewhere, focused entirely on one person: his name was Emilio Fontana. Sitting across from Caleb in the therapy room, Emilio was impossible to ignore. He was massive in size, intimidating even, but not to Caleb. The boy had seen something in the giant that went beyond his towering presence. The two were roommates, and most of the population did not see it, there was a chemistry between the giant and the boy. They’d shared countless glances in recent weeks; those lingering moments where their eyes locked, and something unspoken passed between them. He would never admit it out loud, but It gave Caleb hope, making him think that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't the only one who felt this way.

It was time for the daily group session. The therapist’s suggested that everyone share something personal. That really stuck in Caleb’s mind all day. He didn’t know how to express what he felt for Emilio in a way that wouldn’t make him vulnerable, so he’d written a poem. Caleb was always writing something in that pink colored journal of his. The boy figured it was subtle enough, a safe way to test the waters without putting everything out there.

“Okay, Caleb, it’s your turn,�� the therapist said softly, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Caleb’s heart was pounding as he nodded and opened his dark pink journal. He could feel Emilio’s eyes on him already, and it took all his courage to say what he had to say.

“In the quiet of the night,

Where shadows softly creep,

I find a strength within your sight,

A presence strong and deep.”

His eyes flicked up toward Emilio, searching for any hint of a reaction. A recognition, maybe, or curiosity, but he did his best not to make it obvious.

“With stature tall, you stand so grand,

Like mountains kissed by sky,

In every glance, I start to find

Something soft behind those eyes.”

The words flowed out of him now, the room fading into the background as his focus narrowed to just Emilio. Caleb felt exposed, like the poem was laying bare every feeling he’d kept hidden, but it also felt right.

“Your voice echoes through the halls,

A thunder in the calm,

It wraps around me like these walls,

A fortress, fierce and strong.”

His heartbeat quickened. Caleb knew he was walking a fine line between subtlety and confession, but the more he spoke, the more certain he felt that Emilio was listening, really listening, to the words meant just for him.

“In moments shared, our silence speaks,

A bond we cannot trace,

When I see your strong physique,

I feel my heart begin to race.”

His cheeks flushed as he neared the end, but he couldn’t back out now. He had to finish this.

“So here’s a little secret, too,

Just whispered to the night:

In every thought, I’m drawn to you,

My strength, my guiding light.”

The room was silent as he finished and sat back down, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Caleb glanced up from the paper, nerves knotting his stomach as he looked directly at Emilio. For a moment, there was nothing; just that same unreadable expression on Emilio's face.

Then, a soft ripple of applause broke the silence, scattered but polite, as the other patients and the therapist acknowledged Caleb’s effort. But Caleb barely noticed. His focus remained fixed on Emilio, quietly searching for any sign, any reaction. As the applause faded, Caleb’s gaze lingered, his heart pounding as he held onto that moment; just him and Emilio, locked in a quiet, wordless exchange. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t alone in this after all.

Later that night, the quiet of their shared room gnawed at Caleb’s nerves. He sat on his bed, replaying the poem over and over again in his mind. The tension between them felt heavier now, the silence almost unbearable.

Caleb glanced up, heart pounding. Their connection had always been wordless, lingering in those long stares that felt like they carried more meaning than either of them ever admitted. His poem was his way of finally saying something.

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly. “Hey, um... Em&Em?” He paused, using that nickname for the giant only in private, the boy was searching for the right words. “Did you... like the poem? It’s just uh.....I..i.. I wrote it for you. I'm always writing about you. You're kinda like my muse now." It was very brave of Caleb making himself so vulnerable; he knew it was now or never. "You make me feel things, and I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

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A wave of silence swept through the hall as the royal family arrived. It was only broken by the swish of fabric as the attendees stood. Patrice followed suit, waiting with the others to resume her seat until after the royal family had taken theirs.

As servers began to come around bearing trays of food, Patrice got her first good look at the duchess. Slightly taller and plumper than Felisjyta, she nonetheless shared certain characteristics with the other Serzeks Patrice had seen. She had a strong face, more handsome than pretty, the same red hair and the same vibrant green eyes. She had freckles, like Felisjyta, though in greater number. She possessed slightly weathered skin and hands that were used to seeing hard work, but she held herself in the same graceful, self-assured manner of the other court women, not the sprawling and relaxed posture that Felisjyta presented.

Patrice turned her attention to the queen next. She had some of Errys's good looks, though she wasn't nearly so slender. Her gold hair was streaked with gray, and laugh lines creased her face. The king-consort was a slightly rougher, darker version of his wife. He looked stern, but laughter shone from his eyes as he made conversation with people who came up to the table to speak with him. The five children were all somewhere between their parents: plump, good-humored, and ranging between plain and quietly attractive.

Patrice observed them, and decided to like them. Observing was all she could do. Conversation was hard when people were only seated along one side of the table. Keeping calm was hard when nobles and knights kept gawking at her with various levels of subtlety. Leroy was staring too, and making no motion to hide it, even though it seemed he had already replaced her in his regard with another young woman who clung to his arm. Patrice flushed, and fidgeted with the food on her plate, and scratched absently at the scales on her neck.

Felisjyta tapped her arm. "The banquet will be over soon," the knight told Patrice, "and the dance should be easier for you."

Patrice exhaled. "I'm as calm as I'm likely to get. The smell of food is making me nauseous, and all the attention hardly less so."

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Not since the last time you brought me food."

"That was days ago!"

"What am I supposed to do? I cannot hunt here!" Patrice hissed back. Humans seemed awfully territorial. If even a mere gardener was brave enough to drive her off in a temper, she had no idea what the royal family would do if she started placing traps in their forest. Not to mention, dragons truly didn't need to eat every day. Even as a half dragon her metabolism was slow. Patrice focused on her breathing again to get her temperature back under control.

"I can't believe you managed to sit through that tournament on an empty stomach."

"I wanted to support you."

Felisjyta laughed and shook her head. "Drink some water. Eat some bread and fruit to settle your stomach. Ignore Leroy, if you can."

"I will try," Patrice said, and reached for a dinner roll.

In stressful conditions, she could only focus on one thing at a time – eating, keeping calm, or conversation. Patrice did not manage any of those things particularly well throughout the dinner.

She had never been more relieved than when the royal family finally finished their meal and led the way to the ballroom. She and Felisjyta stood and followed suit, but Duchess Rozhalea stopped them at the door.

“Luvtal Rozhalea,” Felisjyta said, dropping to one knee.

Rozhalea smiled at her knight, and it did not seem to be a particularly nice smile, as far as Patrice could judge.

Patrice inclined her head slightly. It was all the respect she was willing to give someone unknown. "Luvtal."

Rozhalea transferred her attention to Patrice. "So you're the dragon I hear so much about. We have not yet had a proper chance to meet. I wish to thank you."

Patrice stared down at the shorter woman. Most people streamed around their small group, heading into the ballroom. A few, however, stayed, hovering on the edges to watch this new drama unfold. Patrice ignored them. They would surely be disappointed due to the fact that the entire conversation was happening in Serzek. "I was unaware you had anything to thank me for."

Rozhalea took a moment to smooth her skirt, to adjust the layers of necklaces into a more pleasing arrangement, to touch up the strands of jewels dangling from the cloth circlet around her brow. Only after this did she speak again, and she spoke slowly, as if she enjoyed keeping Patrice waiting. Perhaps she did. But dragons live longer than humans, and are no stranger to patience.

"We count it as something of a sign," said Rozhalea, "that you have aligned yourself with us. The motivation of your presence managed even to make something halfway decent of Felisjyta. I believe that is something worthy of thanks."

Patrice kept her face blank. There was something too controlled and too cold about the duchess, something that repelled Patrice as surely as the scent of snakes repelled a rabbit. Or perhaps it was only a natural response to her mocking tone directed at Felisjyta, who was certainly the closest thing Patrice had to a friend. In either case, the result was the same.

Rozhalea stood in the middle of this bedecked hall, surrounded by jewels and light music and the sounds of people enjoying themselves, and looked as if she should've been in battle. A faint smirk hovered on her painted lips, and her eyes glittered in the flickering candlelight, as hard and cruel as the sword that had killed Patrice's mother.

Patrice could be just as cold and just as hard, had she a mind to. She had a mind to now. She watched Rozhalea the way her mother had watched the knights coming to their door: with exaggerated calm and patience, content to wait for the best moment to strike.

A few courtiers had remained to watch their exchange, they fidgeted now as the two women stared at one another without speaking. Felisjyta also seemed uncomfortable, though she said nothing. Patrice was not bothered. She stared until she saw a small frown in the corner of Rozhalea's lips, and a small wrinkle between her brows.

Only once Rozhalea betrayed her own impatience did Patrice speak. "Their success had more to do with their own loyalty and talent, you should not disparage it."

Rozhalea did not attempt to make her wait again. "Little dragon," she said, "you should never underestimate the power of belief on a human. The idea that a noble dragon such as yourself chose to support me and mine over any of the Runerian knights has its own effect. I would offer you a reward of some kind, if I were to know what a dragon might most desire from me…" The sentence trailed off, the implied question so lacking in subtlety that even Patrice could pick up on it. But Patrice wanted nothing from any humans, most especially this one who was so lacking in manners.

"I have not aligned myself with you, and there's nothing you can offer me that I desire," she said, at length.

The duchess gave a controlled sigh. "If you change your mind, know that you may come to me at any time to request a suitable reward. I do not like leaving debts unpaid, Lady Patrice."

"I don't much care what you like or dislike," Patrice said. She turned and headed into the ballroom. Felisjyta followed after her.

Once they crossed the threshold, Felisjyta pulled her aside. "While I appreciate you standing up for my honor, you shouldn't antagonize her like that."

Patrice crossed her arms. "A dragon does not bow to a snake," she said.

"I've known Rozhalea a long time," said Felisjyta. "She's a lot more dangerous than you think she is, and she doesn't take well to being disrespected."

"It isn't in my nature to give respect to those who haven't earned it."

"Patrice…" But Felisjyta didn't finish her statement. She merely shook her head. "Well, I suppose we ought to join the others then. They'll begin to wonder where we are."

The second half of the evening was much easier for both of them. The ballroom was as large as the banquet hall, if not larger, but more open. One whole wall consisted of doors that led to terraces above the gardens, and every single one of them was open. Couples and groups of people drifted in and out, sometimes dancing, sometimes conversing.

Patrice walked along by Felisjyta's side, content to observe until someone tapped her lightly on the shoulder. She whirled around to find Sir Johan standing behind her. She had only seen him from the stands, but there was no mistaking that smile, or the wavy red gold hair doing its best to escape from a green silk ribbon. Up close she found his features were plainer than she had thought, but he made up for it with brilliant blue eyes filled with a mischief and good humor that would've put her mother's to shame.

He was – as far as she could tell – fashionably turned out in an elaborate bliaut of dark green, covered with embroidery in paler green and white. His parti-color hose matched his outfit, white on one leg, striped green and white on the other. Green boots completed the ensemble.

"Sir Johan," she said, inclining her head slightly.

His grin widened. "I didn't realize you knew who I was."

"How could I not after the show you put on yesterday?" Patrice asked.

He gave a delighted chuckle. "So my reputation precedes me! Excellent. It will save time on introductions. I came to ask if you'd fancy a dance." He held out his hand.

Patrice backed up a step. "Oh, no. I don't know how."

"Then now is the ideal time to learn. It's not so hard, you needn't join in on the singing parts if you don't wish."

Patrice glanced around the room, at all the small clusters of people moving in unison to one another, singing, clapping, or moving as the music demanded. She couldn't make heads or tails of it from her outside perspective.

Felisjyta nudged her lightly. "Why not try it? You might have fun. But you need at least three people for a reel dance."

Johan bowed. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you behind Dame Felicity. There's always room for an additional dance partner."

"Very well," Patrice said with as much dignity as she could muster, "you may teach me how to dance." She put her hand in his. Felisjyta followed suit, laughing.

"Excellent!" With little delay, he pulled them both onto the dance floor.

Human dancing was certainly interesting. Dragons danced in the air too, but that was a solitary activity. It was nothing like this constant weaving in and out and around and between each other.

Even as Johan had said, the basic steps of the dances weren't that difficult and were, in fact, rather repetitive. It seemed with most of the groups around them, there was a leader who sang unique parts of the songs, and everyone else sang a repetitive chorus. But neither Patrice nor Felisjyta knew the words, so Johan sang both parts. Patrice concentrated on the basic steps, while both Felisjyta and Johan performed much faster, more complicated versions.

With one person who did not know how to dance at all, and one who only knew Serzek dances, it must've looked quite unsightly to anybody who did know how it was supposed to go. But there was a certain amount of infectious energy generated with such an activity. Patrice did find, to her surprise, that she was having fun.

"Ah, Lady Patrice you're quite graceful," Johan said after the dance had ended.

"It's as you said," Patrice said. "The basics aren't hard to learn."

"My lady, you must learn to accept a compliment offered."

"Patrice isn't one for useless flattery," Felisjyta said. "But I am. You're very talented yourself Sir Johan."

"And you are a very spirited dancer. But Lady Patrice is right, perhaps we should dispense with the pointless formalities." He bowed again. "In as much seriousness as I can manage, I wanted to welcome you to our court. And to show you that knights don't have to be your enemy. Leroy is a poor example of what we strive for."

"I had already guessed as much," she said, more coldly than she intended.

He merely smiled, not at all put off. "In any case Lady Patrice, you are beautiful and intelligent, but if you aim to stay here as part of our court, there is a great deal that you need to learn."

As another dance began, he led the way off of the dance floor, closer to the open doors. Here the air was cool and sweetly scented with night blooming flowers, and full of giggles and whispers from those in the gardens below. "And so you have anointed yourself my tutor in such matters?" She frowned.

"It's not a bad idea, that," Felisjyta said. "After all, I'm a foreigner and don't really know the customs here. It would be beneficial for you to have more friends, and more knowledge."

"That's why Rothert and I decided to step in and offer our assistance to the lady."

Rothert was waiting for them, leaning against one of the doorframes. Up close, Patrice could see that his skin was truly much darker than common for the area, and his hair, cut even shorter than Felisjyta's, was more brown with only hints of gold. Even his eyes were dark. He was thinner than Johan, but possessed the same vibrant energy.

Like Johan he wore his knight's colors of navy and silver, though his outfit was even more elaborate. He even wore some silver jewelry – a necklace, several rings, and a pair of sapphire inset silver earrings. His bliaut was open at the throat, and he wore a cap set with the most impressively plumed white feather Patrice had ever seen.

"You decided to step in?" Patrice asked, glancing from one to the other with a frown.

Rothert laughed. "Johan you cad, you're upsetting the lady." He offered both of them a deep bow. "He has no idea how to talk to women," he said as he came back up.

"You believe that you will do better?"

"I usually do," he said. Then, "Do you hear that? The dance starting now will be a lot more fun with four people."

Patrice looked at Felisjyta, who shrugged. Well, it's not as if there was much else to do that evening. She offered her hand to Rothert, who took it. Johan and Felisjyta followed them onto the floor.

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@apocryphis sent: had his discomfort been so very obvious, that miss navia had deemed it necessary to come to his rescue? neuvillette assumes so, slightly mortified at the thought; wondering if anyone else had noticed how ardently he had been trying to avoid stepping into the crowd of dancers (everyone certainly had - the iudex isn't known for his subtlety). fortunately (?) miss navia had rescued him from his pursuants, offering up her hand for a dance instead… and where neuvillette had thought himself initially rescued, he is now wondering if he has not been tricked instead.

"…" neuvillette usually has no qualms in keeping silent or at the very least quiet, but doing so with her feels… unbecoming. but what is one supposed to say, in those less official functions where he still must uphold the mantle of justice, in the company of a young woman whose life he had repeatedly shaken to the core (and who has done the same to his in return)? "i do hope you are not regretting your decision to ask me for a dance, miss navia. i am afraid it has been some time since lady… miss furina last dragged me onto one such dancefloor." (exaggeration of a perfectionist - perhaps he is a little stiff, as he always is, but his steps and careful gesture do betray a few centuries of experience… even if a semi-forced one). his hand lets go of hers just long enough for a side step before gloved fingers reach back again, delicately holding onto hers. she cannot feel the cold of his hands through the fabric of their respective gloves, can she? to indispose her when she had meant to help him (?) would be most unfortunate. "but i must ask… was this invitation a rescue mission? or for your own amusement?"

       She did so love a ball. After all that Fontaine had been through as of late — the tragedy in Poisson and subsequent stress of rebuilding, the flood, the upheaval of Miss Furina's retirement — Navia could not begrudge the joy and excitement of such a gathering. Music and dance and human connection was as much a balm to the soul as collective grief and memorial, and she had to admit that it was nice to once again concern herself with the more frivolous topics of which dress to wear and which jewellery to pick out and who to ask to the dancefloor first, instead of grappling with the overwhelming task of rebuilding the lives of those under her protection in Poisson.

       But there was one in the crowd who did not seem to share in the joyful relief at the evening, or the prospect of things in Fontaine finally returning to some sort of status quo. In fact, Neuvillette's discomfort seemed quite obvious to everyone, not only her — loitering on the far edges of the room, she surmised, so as to not be coerced into actually joining the fray of dancers. And yet, if he had hoped to keep a low profile, he must have surely realised that his presence here was so noteworthy that everyone here was watching him closely, surprised to see their Iudex outside of the courtroom. Navia had never seen him at any such function during her lifetime and, surely, if he had attended one before, he would have undoubtedly had the illustrious and distracting Lady Furina to hide behind.

       It was a sight that made her almost sad for him, and that was how she had wound up at his side, offering him her hand for his first ( and perhaps only ) dance of the evening.

       She expected him to be stiff and uncomfortable, but was surprised when the orchestra started up and he moved as well as the rest of the dancers surrounding them. They first circled one another in silence, before Neuvillette surprised her again by speaking. Lessened a moment later to perhaps half a surprise as he offered up a modest half-apology — of course, what else did he tend to default to in her presence? Navia stepped towards him and then back, chin tilted upwards all the while to keep his gaze. “ Well, I had hoped that I might get the Chief Justice to crack a smile while dancing with me... but no. You are far too hard on yourself, Monsieur Neuvillette: I've never had the privilege of seeing you and Miss Furina dance together, but she is a far superior dancer to I and you were clearly able to keep up with her. ”

       Navia meant every word: it did not escape her notice how, whenever their dance dictated that she reach out her hand for him, his was always held out ready to take it. More than once, her gaze strayed to their entwined hands before the routine dictated that Neuvillette let go and side step her. Plus, amidst the throng of warm bodies moving about on the dancefloor, she was not concerned or even aware that her partner did not exude the same sort of body heat as the rest.

       They may well have been moving together in harmony, but her brow soon arched, amused, at his interpretation of her motives. “ Can both things not be true? ” Yes, it was true that some part of her had simply wished to see just how well he fared as a dance partner — or even at all, in a space that could not be further from the courtroom he presided over. But it felt cruel to leave her answer at that. Not when he seemed so concerned about what she thought of him. “ But it is not at your expense, Monsieur. Many in the crowd were wondering when our Iudex would take to the dancefloor and, without Miss Furina present, I figured he might feel more comfortable doing so with someone he already knows. ”

       Someone who was a friend, she wanted to add, though she did not know if Neuvillette would go so far as to describe her as that. But they were not strangers or mere acquaintances, far from it... so what else could they be?

[hiyaitssans]

Do you have any headcanons on Carmy undergoing top surgery? That euphoria would probably be one of the happiest things he’s ever felt and definitely holds onto that memory and the feelings he felt, in comparison to the stress and anxiety he faces on a daily basis with the restaurant. Carmy just deserves to be happy :’)

OHHHH MY GOHD

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i think when he gets top surgery its when hes in new york but like ,,, maybe he hasnt been there *that* long where he loses complete contact w everyone in chicago so he just tells sugar, fak, richie, n mikey [in that order and spanned across multiple days cuz he probably feels a little bad abt 'bothering' them] w like ,,, a text or smthn n then at some point they all head out 2 new york cuz they supported him !!!! they care abt him like . sm its not funny

n i think mikey showed up 2 new york last, n didnt stay 4 that long, maybe on the day carmy was supposed 2 go under 2 talk 4 a bit n then he dipped after carmy went in 4 surgery n went low contact again [praying 2 gohd theres more scenes w mikey n y mikey was so ,,, mikey ig ?? PLEASE give us more home life carmy PLEASEEEEE HULU]

ALSOOO when carmy was explaining how top surgery works in the operating room 2 everyone n he said they have 2 keep the arms spread out [n he demonstrates by spreading his arms out] [i think thats how it works ??? CANNOT find a clear source 4 the life of me] richie says smthn along the lines of carmy getting crucified n its like . the ultimate mood lifter

i think carmy was mildly worried abt how top surgery would go, cuz he was excited !!!! obv !!!!!!!!! cuz hes gonna b flat chested and look like a guy n hed been on testosterone long enough 2 sound remotely like a guy n the new packer he got works WONDERS

but he was just worried abt drains n how hes gonna get money [sugar n uncle jimmy took care of that] [he was a lil apprehensive but gave in after some convincing from richie and fak]

i think carmy considers the day his scars healed n he could finally look at himself properly in the mirror the happiest day of his life. like absolutely NOTHING could compare 2 the rush of euphoria he felt in that dingy full sized mirror the old tenants of his apartment left behind.

obv that didnt change the fact he was severely depressed and he probably could never step back in his childhood home without some hurtful comment from his mother, but he decided that for once? he was happy. truly and irrevocably happy.

ALSO i think carmy liked cooking bcuz chef is like . the most gender neutral term so it felt nice not holding his breath 4 the occasional ma'am from some retail job he worked 2 make money on the side b4 throwing himself fully in2 cooking

hes also never been 2 a pride parade like . ever .

mostly cuz he either a) hadnt come out 2 his mom yet and i think his mom is mildly homophobic or b) was 2 busy w culinary school 2 actually go out n have a good time

at some point when he was back in chicago he decided 2 actually go 2 one w some ppl from the bear [4 catering n also cuz . hes trans . he deserves 2 celebrate] n actually had a fun time !!!! now owns a lil trans button [like the LITTLE little ones, jus 4 subtlety] a flag he got 4 free, a pair of silver studs [jus simple ones, like a flat circle], n a shirt that says eat puss. its organic [richie bought it 4 him n as much as he hates it, its also one of the most comfortable shirts hes worn 2 sleep like . ever]

OKI all the stuff i can come up w rn, enjoyyyy :D [yes i think the new bear season releasing during pride month is significant .]

[queenvreads]

REVIEW: Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

*Contains Spoilers *

I am going to be VERY generous—no, EXTREMELY generous (because I waited on a waitlist for this book and paid $31 for it)—and give this book 2.75 stars/5. The premise of the book is actually good, but the execution falls short. AND I must emphasize that if this book hadn't been so hyped up, I might have enjoyed it more. But because of all the hype, I had high expectations, and unfortunately, it didn't meet them.

Let's begin my rant.

Violet studied her whole life to be a scribe, but her mom decides that she should become a dragon rider instead. The majority of the cadets at this brutal academy are conscripted, meaning they don't have enough soldiers in the military and need to draft these kids. However, these kids are just left for dead during the trials, and tragically, every moment and every day someone dies. They can even kill each other, with a few exceptions based on the Codex rules.

In the beginning of the book, 60-something kids died on the parapet. What is the point of that? It would have made more sense if the losers of the trials were assigned different roles like scribes, cooks, or healers instead of being killed.

Furthermore, all the kids of the separatists are conscripted into the military. Why would you give kids of traitors with strong vendettas access to secrets and military information? But even worse, they are given dragons. Doesn't anyone see a problem with this? It's not a very smart military strategy. (But what do I know!)

The world-building and dialogue in the book were very corny and cringe-worthy. There were instances of strange dialogue early on that stood out. For example, on page 9, Violet & Mira are talking about Violet's situation. It's bad—she's literally going to a death academy. They have this super weird conversation about a rider who can make small things very big. "I roll my eyes." "I mean how much bigger?" I don't know... like... that's what comes to mind when you're panicked for your life in this high-stress situation? Soooo cringe. Then they go on to talk about sex lives... like, seriously? I think Violet needs to focus on a different topic today 🤣

Another example is on page 14 when Mira warns Violet about Xaden. Instead of a natural conversation, Violet starts info-dumping facts about Xaden's father. "That Xaden Riorson?" and then Violet starts saying the facts about who Xaden's father is. "His father was the Great Betrayer. He led the rebellion." Who talks like that? Imagine you're talking to someone about your friend ABC, and then that person says, "Oh ABC, they grew up in a small town and have 4 dogs." Yes, that's the one.

This pattern of cringe dialogue continues throughout the book. While I understand the appeal of providing details to the reader, the descriptions were too literal and lacked subtlety.

Another example when Xaden and Violet meet, they say "Sorengail?" "You're General Sorrengail's youngest!" "You're Fen Riorson's son!" DUH 😵😵 Oh my God, pull my teeth out.

Let's move on to Violet. (O.M.G. I could not stand this nickname.)

She is tiny, frail, and weakly built. YOU CANNOT FORGET THIS, BECAUSE IT'S REPEATED THROUGHOUT THE BOOK. My main issue with her is that she knowingly puts herself in a dangerous situation where death is almost guaranteed, yet she acts SO STUPID. 🤯🤠😵

I fail to understand why Xaden keeps praising her intelligence when her actions don't reflect it. WHAT'S SO SMART ABOUT HER? If she were smart, she would have let Dain take her away.

For example, the moment she shares one of her good boots with Rhiannon, who, at that moment, could have been a Jack 2.0, I knew she was dumb. She consistently comes across as lacking common sense.

Another moment... when she protected Andarna before they bonded. I'd want to protect an innocent creature as well from being killed, but the fact that she puts herself in harm's way, to protect a DRAGON when she's outnumbered like that, is insane.

And how on earth does she get 2 dragons? Of course, her dragon is mated with Xaden's. At least it's not mated faes...

There was a part when Jack challenged her. She didn't want Liam to tell Xaden, yet during the fight, she has a thought about how she needs to survive for Xaden's safety. IT MAKES NO SENSE. She could have told him, and he would have stopped it!

Next up, I had no connection to her and Xaden romantically. Of course, he's this misunderstood villain who actually has morals. Violet is scared for her life, and Xaden has a reason to kill her, yet she fantasizes about how good-looking he is. SCORCHING HOT. OH MY GOSH. PLEASE. NO. What is this vocabulary they use in this book?? The constant reminder that her body is reacting to him, he's so.fucking.hot, that her self-preservation is out the door. AND LET'S NOT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE SEX SCENES. Oh, my goodness, the dirty talk was so CRINGE. Ok, let's move on, I can't talk about it.

Moving on.... There is a point that Violet, VIOLET.. finds out about Xaden's secret gatherings. (When she is in the tree) she then promises him secrecy. Why? It makes no sense. She thinks he's going to murder her. She overhears him talk, and she's like, "Oh, he's not so bad, that's good advice he's telling his potential rebellion gang." Like what? Then the escalation from "ok, I'll keep your secret" to "ok, are you going to kill me or what?" Does she have A.D.D.??

Everything about her interactions is useless. ANOTHER EXAMPLE. She bonds with 2 dragons, they are deliberating about the laws, and when they announce her as "girl," in her mind she corrects them with "woman!" And it's like.. ok so people are trying to kill you, you are injured, you are experiencing trauma, and that's where the line in your mind is crossed? Everything about her makes me want to bang my head against the wall.

Dain starts as being sweet and quickly becomes overbearing. He's condescending and whiny. They keep saying they are each other's best friends, but are they? REALLY? He puts policy before her. ALTHOUGH, he is the only one smart enough to attempt to get her out of the academy. It's like Tamlin and Rhys all over again, only much much worse.

Lastly, as much as I love dragons, them being telepathic with their riders ruined the grandeur and mystique of them for me. Big, great, ominous, strong dragons having sarcastic banter with an insecure Violet didn't work. It still doesn't make sense how she was thrown into this situation and is just accepting it. And actually choosing to stay.

The ending was good, the last line definitely something I will think about. Do I care to know what happens next? It really depends on whether this author will clean up her writing style and mature these characters.

I am never falling for TIKTOK hype ever again. 🤯... maybe thats a lie, but I will be WEARY!

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[matoitech]

ok uhh okay. spiderverse 2 thoughts. in bullet points for the sake of my churning brain cuz im just not rly sure how i feel abt it rn. like it was a good movie? i enjoyed it it was fast paced i didnt realize 2+ hours went by which also segues into  my first thought but like. yeah i have thoughts.

first of all that was like a super weird ending decision to make it a part 1 of 2. zero warning for that. and i sat in that theater till credits bcuz i genuinely thought i was being punked and the movie was going to finish, bcuz it did not at all feel like a place to stop for the movie. it ends like right before the climax?? yes they really. extended themselves damn far for this one and it would be a lot to tie up in like another 45 minutes of movie but also like you couldve done it.. i really dont. understand. like ppl just sat in the movie theater like wait is it done. theyre ending it here? for real? like it wasnt the kind of ending you expect from this movie 

animation was obviously gorgeous and insane i dont even need to talk about what eye candy it was. the different styles all together the fight scenes ugh so good yeah yeah everyone knew it would be a trip

rly cannot stress enough what a Direction this sure was. i dont like say it as crit necessarily just like. did they over extend. maybe. they sure Extended. i would expect this maybe for a third movie not a second but they were clearly trying to blow the first one out of the water. it was just.. a lot looser. it needed to be tighter. i dont know what theyre planning for the 3rd movie but i really did not like. vibe with that ending decision

they changed peni’s design slightly and gave her a cooler mech so thats nice. maybe they listened 2 criticisms abt that

i cant decide how i feel abt a lot of the dialogue tbh it rly wasnt my thing a lot of the time like. the changing writers were kind of.. obvious. and there was a LOT of dialogue bcuz this movies purpose seems to be a very Character Driven story to prepare for the next? like theyre TRYING to say stuff thats for sure. also it was rly quippy in a way that i feel has gotten kind of tired with dialogue writing like SOME dialogue was genuinely funny and good to me like i wouldnt say it was BAD or something (some of it was bad.) it was just.. noticeably different? the tone for this movie was changed from the first which again isnt bad youre telling a different story it was just Different yeah. some things i rly thought couldve been handled like with more subtlety. 

i guess we only had one movie with the original cast but some stuff just like i personally was sitting there trying to figure out if it felt in character or not. its rly hard to explain if u havent watched it i think and maybe im just crazy i dunno. im absolutely not opposed to making ur characters fuck up and make mistakes but like. huh. i guess. i would not expect otherwise from gwen bcuz shes a teenager but i was.. surprised that peter was going along with it like ? hes a middle aged man lol he wasnt like taken advantage of or manipulated in any way. not like they were trying to say that w the like spider group anyway, like i dont think they were tryingto say gwen was necessariyl taken advantage of or anything, like they werent trying to make them read as ‘evil’ if anything just like wow these ppl sure have Problems they are going thruogh. but like still? im not invested in peters character even it just felt kind of weird. miles went fucking through it too like jesus christ im still trying to wrap my brain around all this it sure does feel like theyre putting these ppl thru comic book trauma

what i went through emotionally wheni realized they were going to do Dark Miles i dont even mean that as criticism or anything its just a bold move man. buti was sitting there like yeah of course they would. hope they make it work

i dunno i probably have more thoughts im just kind of like sitting here lol like what a weird decision. if they hadnt ended it like that i probably would have my thoughts more tied together bcuz the movie itself wasnt tied up?? so its kind of hard to even like think through everything on one watch

[watery-pancake]

2 feet away

it's morning again, and i'm making breakfast. two eggs, some sour cream, and some toast. the usual. it's fall, so why not a latte? i begin to brew one. i crack an egg, and so follows the second, and before i know it, the sliminess has slipped the shell onto the floor. it's so close, but so far.

the fire has begun. it slowly heats up my mixture. the fire rages to cook the toast. i lower the temperatures.

there is no surface to grab onto. the stove is hot, and the handle to the oven is too far down, even with my limited height. i attempt to stoop over, but the pain has reached its breaking point. i cannot pretend to be normal again. i attempt to crouch, with my spine straight. the bending of my knees tug the strings inside me taught, and i fall backwards. collapsed, over an egg shell. i lay on my dirty floors and see the dusty ceiling above me. so far, but so close. i can reach, but i cannot sway.

the egg shells are beside me, i can angle my arms in a way to grab them. i roll myself to my side, then to my chest, and pull myself back up. my composure is still, for this is my reality. my destiny, since the first time i felt the sting in this weak body of mine.

i throw out the shells. i have no use for them here. my coffee has brewed, awaiting milk. my toast is burned, and my creamed eggs are an omelet. i flip it to its other side. i scrape off the carbonized section to see a golden shine.

i sit down, and feel the sting again. my right leg is a nuisance, nothing but pain. a coffee, some eggs, and some toast. at this point i've exhausted myself and lost my appetite. i throw out my breakfast, to retrieve my coffee and a cigarette. i subtlety wish the inevitable cancer would kill me before this pathetic body is nothing but a pile of flesh, but yet i still enjoy the sensation of this simple beverage's warmth trickling down my burned esophagus, and the breaths i take in this cool air.

i lay in bed. my coffin, where i will be in life and in my final resting place. the shells were so close, but so far. in this age i am meant to be running in parks, causing trouble in bars with friends, working hard in my education to secure my future. but for pathetic me, i am in bed again.

what could have been grazes my fingertips, gently caressing the skin. but it never allows itself to become too close. it teases me, seducing me into believing my efforts will be rewarded. i fall into its temptation, my mind cleared of stresses and i delve deep into its caresses. before i know it, i'm awake to reality again.

two egg shells, two feet away.

and yet i ever fooled myself enough to believe i had a chance.

[theguestblogging]

Non Veg Joke for GF: Adding Humor to Your Relationship

Humor is a fantastic way to strengthen relationships, lighten the mood, and share joy with your significant other. When it comes to Non Veg Joke for GF, it's all about striking the right balance between fun and respect. Non-veg jokes, typically known for their risqué and adult themes, can be a hilarious addition to your relationship repertoire if shared in the right context and with mutual understanding. Here’s an entertaining guide to navigate the world of non-veg jokes with your girlfriend.

Understanding Non Veg Jokes

Non-veg jokes are a step beyond the typical family-friendly humor. They often involve innuendos, double entendres, and playful references to adult themes. The key to delivering these jokes effectively is to ensure that both parties are comfortable and in the mood for such humor. Remember, what’s funny to one might be offensive to another, so always gauge your girlfriend’s sense of humor and preferences before diving in.

Setting the Stage

Know Your Audience: This cannot be stressed enough. Your girlfriend’s comfort and sense of humor should guide your joke-telling. If she enjoys a bit of naughty humor and has shared similar jokes with you, you’re probably on safe ground.

Right Time and Place: Context is crucial. A casual, private setting where you both feel relaxed is the best place for non-veg jokes. Avoid public places or situations where the joke might be inappropriate or embarrassing.

Consent is Sexy: Even in humor, consent is important. If she indicates she’s not in the mood or finds a particular topic off-limits, respect her boundaries.

Crafting the Perfect Non Veg Joke for Your GF

When it comes to non-veg jokes, creativity and subtlety can make all the difference. Here are a few light-hearted, cheeky examples that might just get her laughing:

The Playful Pun:

You: "Why don’t we ever tell secrets on a farm?"

Her: "I don’t know, why?"

You: "Because the potatoes have eyes, the corn has ears, and the beanstalk."

The Double Entendre:

You: "What do you call a smart, attractive, and sensitive man?"

Her: "What?"

You: "A rumor."

The Naughty Twist:

You: "Why did the scarecrow win an award?"

Her: "I don’t know, why?"

You: "Because he was outstanding in his field. Just like you, you're outstanding in my thoughts."

The Playful Query:

You: "Do you know what’s on the menu tonight?"

Her: "What?"

You: "Me-n-u."

The Aftermath

After sharing a non-veg joke, gauge her reaction. If she laughs or responds positively, you’ve hit the mark. If not, apologize sincerely and steer the conversation back to safer, lighter topics. The goal is to share a laugh, not to offend or make her uncomfortable.

A Note on Respect

Humor should always be rooted in respect. Non-veg jokes can be a fun addition to your interactions, but they should never cross the line into disrespect or insensitivity. Always prioritize your girlfriend’s feelings and comfort over the joke itself.

Why Share Non Veg Jokes?

Spice up the Relationship: Relationships thrive on variety, and humor adds spice to everyday interactions. A well-timed non veg joke can bring a playful element to your conversations, making them more memorable.

Breaking the Ice: Sometimes, discussing certain topics can be awkward. A lighthearted non veg joke can break the ice on subjects that might otherwise be sensitive or uncomfortable.

Bonding Over Shared Humor: Sharing a laugh over a non veg joke can create a unique bond between you and your girlfriend. It shows that you both can enjoy playful banter and not take yourselves too seriously.

How to Share Non Veg Jokes Tastefully

Know Your Audience: Understand your girlfriend's sense of humor and comfort level with such jokes. Respect boundaries and avoid jokes that may be offensive or uncomfortable for her.

Timing is Key: Choose the right moment to share a non veg joke. Avoid situations where it might be inappropriate or misunderstood, such as in public or during serious discussions.

Keep it Playful, Not Offensive: Opt for jokes that are light-hearted and playful rather than crude or offensive. The goal is to make her smile, not to make her uncomfortable.

Example of a Non Veg Joke for GF

Imagine you're out on a dinner date, and the conversation turns to food:

You: "Do you know why oysters never donate to charity?" Her: "Why?" You: "Because they are shellfish!"

This light-hearted joke uses a play on words (shellfish vs. selfish) to bring a smile to her face without crossing any boundaries.

Setting the Stage

Know Your Audience: This cannot be stressed enough. Your girlfriend’s comfort and sense of humor should guide your joke-telling. If she enjoys a bit of naughty humor and has shared similar jokes with you, you’re probably on safe ground.

Right Time and Place: Context is crucial. A casual, private setting where you both feel relaxed is the best place for non-veg jokes. Avoid public places or situations where the joke might be inappropriate or embarrassing.

Consent is Sexy: Even in humor, consent is important. If she indicates she’s not in the mood or finds a particular topic off-limits, respect her boundaries.

Crafting the Perfect Non Veg Joke for Your GF

When it comes to non-veg jokes, creativity and subtlety can make all the difference. Here are a few light-hearted, cheeky examples that might just get her laughing:

The Playful Pun:

You: "Why don’t we ever tell secrets on a farm?"

Her: "I don’t know, why?"

You: "Because the potatoes have eyes, the corn has ears, and the beanstalk."

The Double Entendre:

You: "What do you call a smart, attractive, and sensitive man?"

Her: "What?"

You: "A rumor."

The Naughty Twist:

You: "Why did the scarecrow win an award?"

Her: "I don’t know, why?"

You: "Because he was outstanding in his field. Just like you, you're outstanding in my thoughts."

The Playful Query:

You: "Do you know what’s on the menu tonight?"

Her: "What?"

You: "Me-n-u."

The Cheeky Compliment:

You: "Are you a magician?"

Her: "No, why?"

You: "Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears."

The Naughty Wordplay:

You: "Can I follow you home?"

Her: "Why?"

You: "Because my parents always told me to follow my dreams."

The Aftermath

After sharing a non-veg joke, gauge her reaction. If she laughs or responds positively, you’ve hit the mark. If not, apologize sincerely and steer the conversation back to safer, lighter topics. The goal is to share a laugh, not to offend or make her uncomfortable.

A Note on Respect

Humor should always be rooted in respect. Non-veg jokes can be a fun addition to your interactions, but they should never cross the line into disrespect or insensitivity. Always prioritize your girlfriend’s feelings and comfort over the joke itself.

Tips for Successful Joke-Telling

Start Light: If you’re unsure about her reaction, start with milder jokes and gradually test the waters.

Be Observant: Pay attention to her reactions to gauge her comfort level.

Stay Positive: Ensure that the jokes are playful and positive, avoiding any themes that might be hurtful or disrespectful.

Communicate: Openly discuss your humor boundaries and preferences to ensure both of you are on the same page.

[navree]

Regarding the rhaena ask as somebody who adores fanon rhaena i think people for get how little characterisation ALL the team black kids have in cannon they basically just exist either to die or build out the family tree in f&b and the show doesn't help with this cutting jace and cregan which is like THE ONE THING JACE DOES??, Rhaena and Baela have like 4 lines each it's insane

Yeah I've been singing this song for a while, the younger gen of Team Black got absolutely no characterization. Jace had a bit in episodes 6 & 7 about having some hangups over Harwin being his father, but I think they abandoned that when they realized that Jace having issues about his birth might make him conflicted about his mom and we can't have that, no one is allowed to view Rhaenyra unsympathetically ever and we can't allow subtleties because this fandom is made up of 90% morons who wouldn't catch them and then would get pissy. Luke also got no characterization other than what appears to be budding sociopathy given that he's never shown any remorse or guilt over nearly killing a person in a fight where he was at fault. It's why I burst out laughing when 1x10 opened, because that whole "mummy I am small bean give me kisses while I bat my doe eyes" scene was so transparently a way to get people to care about Luke so that we wouldn't all be left scratching our heads going "oh OK" when Vhagar ate him, since they utterly failed to develop him at all at that point.

Baela and Rhaena I've always said have it most egregiously. I cannot stress this enough, I could not name five individual characteristics for either of those girls. Did they even have any lines after the second time jump? The writers put no effort into them at all. Zip, zilch, zero. And I'm getting pissy anons (honestly I think it's actually one person who's obsessed with me and just jumps on my ass the second I talk about either Baela or Rhaena because they have nothing better to do than stalk my little blog but that's just a theory) about the fact that I'm not invested in the character? That I don't care about her? That her actions are illogical to me as an audience member because they belie an emotion that was never shown because she got no characterization? No, I'm sorry, blame the writers. I am the consumer of the product, I am the audience, it is actually not incumbent on me to create a character out of whole cloth for the writing team. If they want me to care about Rhaena, put some fucking effort into her character. Give her lines, give her a personality, give her a fucking storyling (I mean, other than Nettles, seeing as how Black women are not in fact interchangeable HBO and it's not even just a racist writing decision, it's straight up bad), put in a modicum of work into her. That's the canon fact, there's nothing there, I'm surprised I have to say this outside of the Batman fandom (fanworks Tim Drake my nemesis) but fanon is not canon, and when I'm asked about canon, I'm discussing the canon, save for when I'm specifically asked to theorize and move beyond it.

It is not my fault that I don't care about a character because the writers decided not to give her anything, nor am I a bad person for fucking pointing it out and just being a bit blunt in my language while doing so. It's not that hard for these writers to actually put their backs into it and write a story, especially with the room they have with Rhaena, since she didn't even fucking do anything for the entire Dance anyway except faff around in the Vale.

I also think the absolutely atrocious way Rhaena and Baela were handled can't really be divorced from some internal prejudices the writers have. I mean, it really hasn't escaped my notice that the two younger gen characters who got the most development were Aegon and Aemond, two men. And it absolutely has not escaped my notice that, even though Helaena got significantly less character moments than her brothers, she still got a base characterization that's remained consistent and can lead to further personal plots in coming seasons (like her dragon-dreaming). Helaena, played by a white actress, was allowed this dignity, while Baela and Rhaena, played by two Black actors, were not. Combined with the lack of care given to the Velaryons as a whole, I've mentioned this before but it doesn't paint a great picture of this writer's room and any real attempts to be diverse and inclusive beyond performative casting that they aren't willing to work with in any meaningful way. Not all of it is internalized prejudices, there was clearly just no effort put into characterizing any of the younger TB characters as a whole (or even any of the TB characters other than Rhaenyra and Daemon in a meaningful way), considering Jace had nothing and Luke could have spent his entire time on the show being played by a literal shrub and it still wouldn't have made a difference. There was clearly more effort put into characterizing the Team Green kids, and conversely none to their Team Black counterparts, but it's still bad writing, and I'm gonna call that out when I see it.

[femmewellness2023]

👩‍⚕️💔 Discover the 'Silent' Signs of Heart Attacks in Women⚠️

👩‍⚕️💔 Discover the 'Silent' Signs of Heart Attacks in Women⚠️ In today's video, we're diving into a crucial subject that could mean the difference between life and tragedy – atypical heart attack symptoms in women. ❤️ Many women experience subtle chest discomfort, a feeling of pressure, or even intermittent burning sensations during a heart attack. These symptoms are often mistaken for indigestion or muscle tension, leading to delayed diagnosis and treatment. 😟💡 But that's not all – we'll also explore how jaw, neck, or back pain can be a sign of a heart attack in women. These symptoms, though sometimes persistent, are frequently disregarded as unrelated to the heart. It's vital to recognize the subtlety of these symptoms and stay vigilant. 👀💪 Feeling nauseous, vomiting, or experiencing extreme fatigue? These are additional signs that women may experience during a heart attack. Unfortunately, they're often misattributed to common illnesses like the flu. 🤢🤒 We cannot stress enough the importance of staying alert. The speed of your medical response can make all the difference between life-saving and tragedy. 🏥⏱️ So, please, watch this video through to the end. We're sharing essential insights on recognizing these atypical heart attack symptoms in women. Share this knowledge with your loved ones, and together, let's make a difference. ❤️📣 Take care of yourself and others. Knowledge is power. Stay tuned for more valuable content. Until next time! 🙌🎥 #HeartHealth #StayInformed #SaveLives

[goodomensafterdark]

Tarot de Marseille's description: The Magician

Characters:

The child, the adolescent, the son, the young man or woman, the young father, the lover, the student, the androgynous.

The charlatan, the thief, the gambler, the smooth talker, the liar, the illusionist, the juggler, the magician, the storyteller, the entertainer of crowds.

The craftsman, the artist (actor, dancer, painter, poet), the merchant, the representative, the dishonest politician, the decorator, the poster man, the advertiser, the self-employed, the self-taught.

The adept, the magician, the initiate, the man called to rise.

Qualities:

Cheerfulness, good humor, vigor, optimism.

The skill, the ability, the resourcefulness, the ambivalence.

Youth, innocence, innate, young mind.

Open-mindedness, curiosity, adaptability, boldness.

The liveliness of mind, spontaneity, imagination.

Diplomacy, cunning, subtlety.

Good health. Strong intelligence.

Help of a young man.

Power of conviction, knowing how to show off.

Many assets, talents and skills.

Tools, means, potential.

Faults:

Childish, immature, childish, naive, impressionable.

Haste, dispersion, clumsiness.

Inadequacy, turbulence, softness, instability.

Superficial, boastful, conceited, egocentric.

Talkative, cunning.

Low vitality

Pushy, incompetent, lazy, messy, clumsy.

Lack of confidence, lack of means, lack of preparation.

Stress, shyness, doubt.

Thinks he knows but knows nothing.

General meaning

Positive:

Creative energy, absolute being, the beginning, the start.

Potentiality, many possibilities.

The game, the intrigue, the games of hands.

Copy, ape the powerful. Cannot realize alone.

Help for creation (artistic or professional).

Good period for new beginnings (projects, applications).

Negative: 

Do not trust appearances, do not take yourself seriously.

Bad start, false start, not knowing where or how to start.

Uncertainty about the future.

Playing a leading role in a shady business.

Stealing, lying, cheating.

A period that is bad for new beginnings.

Work

Positive:

Beginning of a job, good start in the company, the profession. Work is a pleasure.

Successful initiatives.  

Showing ambition.

Entrepreneurial spirit.

Negative: 

Bad professional start.

Problem with a job. Work is a burden.

Taking the wrong initiative.

Not giving it your all, not committing. Fear of triumph.

Opportunism.

Love

Positive:

Going out, dating, possible love at first sight.

Flirting. Incipient love.

Good beginnings of relationship, union. The story is to be built.

Good sexual energy.

Homosexuality.

Negative: 

Difficulties in meeting people, in exchanges.

Bad start of a relationship.

Lies, frustration, impotence.

Superficial romantic relationship.

Selfishness, childishness.

Money

Positive:

No need to hoard, basic needs are covered.

Have enough to enjoy leisure activities, amusements. Hedonism.  

Everything is possible, but everything depends on the consultant.

Small amounts of money come and go.

The income increases in proportion to the efforts made.

Negative: 

Lack of means, spendthrift.

No sense of the value of money.

Naive or con artist, unscrupulous.

All potentialities are not exploited to acquire financial independence.

The Magician.

Part I of my Good Omens inspired Tarot Deck.

I had almost finished this one with Anathema but then I remembered this scene and I couldn’t resist.

Your lovely comments and reblogs on my last card warmed my heart, I hope you’re next sleep leaves you rested and energised <3

@goodomensafterdark