#don't @ me about this i know not all STEMs are like that

[capn-atlas]

PLEASE or I'm just gonna answer them all myself

actually you know what I'm just gonna answer them all myself

if you have a lighter, what color is it?

i don't have a lighter

pepsi box blue or cheetos bag orange?

blue

do you like pasta?

yes

how often are you on tumblr?

pretty often

are you only doing this because you’re bored?

yes

what blogs do you mostly interact with?

@mxmorbidmidnight and all my moots

can you swim?

yes (kinda)

have you had water today?

no I just woke up

which do you prefer, cotton candy or funnel cake?

funnel cake

have you ever [insert question]?

idk there's no question bc I'm answering these on my own which is not how this works

bass or drums?

uhhhh drums

favorite tv commercial?

no favourite, but I've memorized a few

can we be friends?

hell yes

do you admire the clouds and color of the sky?

i do indeed

what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you?

idkkk

a netflix series that’s your favorite?

OOO ARCANE, SWEET TOOTH, UHHHH SOME OTHERSSSS

an earliest obsession you remember?

hmm I remember being really obsessed with robots when I was like four

do you play video games?

no

zombies or vampires?

vampires

have you listened to [insert musician/band]?

idk because I'm not doing this how I'm supposed to

your first (current for me) celebrity crush?

....................................Jenna Ortega.......................

do you have a collection of cool rocks?

yes

five words that describe you?

idkkkk

what have you learned about yourself?

a lot

can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue?

no

do you believe in aliens?

yes

books or films?

it depends

an unusual song that’s your favorite?

idk what qualifies as unusual

the last thing you ate?

orange tic tacs

do you have a favorite [insert question]?

idk

have you gotten bit by a dog?

no

do you write better with a pen or a pencil?

pencil

a song that gets stuck in your head?

boys don't cry by the cure

when you hear “ peace ” what do you think of?

a world where anyone can be whoever they want to be

a school subject your good with?

art & language

how many alarms do you have set?

none

do you shop at thrift stores?

yea

what’s the meaning behind your url?

i am captain. I am Atlas.

is there wise words you live by?

no but there's this one quote i've always liked "turn your face towards the sun and shadows will fall behind you"

what’s your favorite [insert question]?

idk

you gotta have a favorite beatles song, what is it?

carry that weight

earphones or a speaker?

headphones. not earbuds. ew. unless I'm home alone, then speaker.

what do you remember from your childhood?

a lot. my earliest memory is a red hallway.

do you collect anything?

uh not really

favorite tea?

i don't like tea

a christmas song you secretly like?

i like that one thats a combination of "little drummer boy" and "peace on earth"

book stores or record stores?

oh definitely book stores

how weird were these questions?

pretty random, but not exactly weird

what scents do you like?

idk

is there [insert question]?

IDK BC IM NOT DOING THIS HOW IM SUPPOSED TO

weird asks because i’m bored

if you have a lighter, what color is it?

pepsi box blue or cheetos bag orange?

do you like pasta?

how often are you on tumblr?

are you only doing this because you’re bored?

what blogs do you mostly interact with?

can you swim?

have you had water today?

which do you prefer, cotton candy or funnel cake?

have you ever [insert question]?

bass or drums?

favorite tv commercial?

can we be friends?

do you admire the clouds and color of the sky?

what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you?

a netflix series that’s your favorite?

an earliest obsession you remember?

do you play video games?

zombies or vampires?

have you listened to [insert musician/band]?

your first celebrity crush?

do you have a collection of cool rocks?

five words that describe you?

what have you learned about yourself?

can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue?

do you believe in aliens?

books or films?

an unusual song that’s your favorite?

the last thing you ate?

do you have a favorite [insert question]?

have you gotten bit by a dog?

do you write better with a pen or a pencil?

a song that gets stuck in your head?

when you hear “ peace ” what do you think of?

a school subject your good with?

how many alarms do you have set?

do you shop at thrift stores?

what’s the meaning behind your url?

is there wise words you live by?

what’s your favorite [insert question]?

you gotta have a favorite beatles song, what is it?

earphones or a speaker?

what do you remember from your childhood?

do you collect anything?

favorite tea?

a christmas song you secretly like?

book stores or record stores?

how weird were these questions?

what scents do you like?

is there [insert question]?

send me some!

[syoddeye]

the gift that keeps on giving - part one, john

Every year, on each of their birthdays, you're delivered with a bottle of Scotch. Shared. Savored. Spoiled. cw: established relationship, everything is consensual, reader is shared between price+nik+kate, smut, rope bondage, gags, mild degradation, vibrators, alcohol, pet names a/n: AO3

"Is that–?"

"It is."

"And that–?

"Nikolai sends his regards."

John scrubs a hand over his warming cheeks and chuckles when he meets Kate's eyes. Her smile is sharp, wicked. The very same one she shares whenever a plan executes perfectly. She pats his back and lays a key card on the desk.

"Happy birthday, John. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She laughs softly as she leaves the suite. The door clicks shut after easing closed, leaving him alone with his gifts.

He stares, good manners slipping now that company's gone. He doffs his cap and shucks off his jacket, taking his time to place both aside. His breathing deepens as he peels off his shirt, the cool air a balm to his warmed skin.

"Look at you. Sittin' pretty. Much better than last time." He tugs off his belt and lifts a single brow. "Did our chat motivate you? Or are you on your best behavior 'cause it's my birthday?"

His pet doesn't answer, of course, not with the gag held between her teeth. She weakly whines as he steps out of his trousers, folding them with the same lack of hurry as the rest of his clothes. His lip curls at the sheen on her lips, the string of drool dangling from the silicone, and how her eyes drill far lower than his face. He cups himself over the cotton, sneering when her gaze snaps up.

"No, you care about the rules or my birthday, do you? You just want somethin' to gag on." John clicks his tongue, ignoring her protests, releasing himself to pluck the half-full bottle resting between her legs. Fingers curling around the neck, he guides the heft of it deliberately into her seam as he lifts it. He zeroes in on the damp revealed by its removal and the pink silicone tail peeking out from behind the gusset. He exhales hard through his nose. 

"You better be a good girl for Kate next time you're with her. She's spoiled you."

John pulls the room's armchair closer to the bed and pours himself a small drink. The bottle is an old tradition that he and Nik started. Kate's the most recent addition to the rotation, despite her deeming it unpalatable. But, sure enough, her initials and last year's date are etched in ink on the bottle's label.

He looks over their pet and the rope securing her limbs, ensuring it's only as uncomfortable as she likes. Her arms double-cuffed at her back, legs held open like butterfly wings, tied ankle to thigh. She's stunning like this. Always is.

Swirling the amber on his tongue, savoring the taste, he swipes through his phone to the clever little app, and starts her off at the halfway point on the scale. He sips, content to watch her try and remain still as the egg whirrs to life, tail twitching from where it sticks out of her panties. He knows some of the frustrated noises trapped behind the gag stem from the fact he hasn't ripped that frilly piece of lingerie off yet, that he can't see her pussy soaking itself. He's in no rush. After all, following one near-immediate orgasm, from probably being teased to high heaven by Kate, the silk conforms to her sex. He sees every fucking detail from the chair.

John's achingly hard, purposely ignoring his own needs. He plays with the settings through another orgasm, curiously trying out the new tap mode, sending occasional pulses to keep her guessing. Only when the aftershocks peter out, leaving her trembling and contracting inward, does he shut it down to let her slump inward. He sets his glass aside.

"There we go." He minds as he removes the gag dripping with her spit. "Status?"

"Green, could use water, sir." She whispers through several deep breaths, voice shaky.

"Good girl, telling me what you need." The reinforcement is pointless, more for him than her. Regardless, he finds her water bottle in the minifridge and watches her lips pucker around the straw. "I'm gonna take that out when you're finished. Need anything else?"

She swallows, then shakes her head. "No, sir."

The hot pink vibrator's sticky, coated, and its removal releases a little rush. They both groan, and it's all he can do to not tip her back and take her there and then.

"Kate's improved." He observes, one finger hooking under the rope wrapped around her upper thigh. She squirms, lips pressing together in a frown. "You don't think so?"

"I had to tell her how to do my legs."

"Did you?" John grabs one of the smaller pillows and tosses it beside the bed. He toes it into position, then reaches for her. "Proud of yourself?" He huffs when, instead of answering, she arcs toward his hands, eyes trained on his face. She's still feeling a mite bold, then. That bravado doesn't last. It never does. The second he puts her level with the strained fabric of his pants, her eyes drop. That slip of attitude bleeds into an affectation of the docility he likes. A practiced and put-upon yielding. She'll play along, for now.

"Conceited and greedy." John chides, reaching for his glass. He widens his stance, nodding once to cue her. A chuckle rumbles out as she buries her face into the cotton pulled taut across his cock. Nosing it first, dragging in deep breaths, then mouthing at him, wetting it, laving her tongue over its curve, then down. He hisses, watching her clumsily take the elastic band in her mouth. "Mind those teeth."

When she manages to drag the cotton to his base, he pushes it down his thighs further with his free hand, then settles it on the crown of her head. His cock droops, twitching at her soft, warm breaths fanning over it. A teaser.

She kisses his tip once, stealing a kitten's lick, before opening and offering his cock its cradle. He glides it over her tongue, letting the threads of his control puppet him along until he's as far as she can take. Into the wet sleeve of her throat, breathing hard through her nose. His head tips back, and a prolonged sigh leaves him as he simply holds there, listening to the choked gags of her attitude adjustment.

He starts slow. Kate's probably kept their pet's pretty mouth occupied for the weeks she's had her, but he's seen the woman's collection, and nothing's as thick as him. He picks up the pace, rocking his hips with some vigor when her tongue starts acting more deliberately, less reactionary. She's old hand at this by now. Takes his cock like a champ anywhere he sticks it.

His head tilts back down until his chin taps his chest to admire the sight of his pet working. Her eyelashes flutter over her cheeks, nose scrunching as his hair repeatedly tickles it. 

"Eyes open." He withdraws until just the tip sits behind her lips, before giving it a few shallow thrusts to knock the tears off her waterline. He licks his lips at the uneven lines of her smearing makeup. No waterproof shit. Kate really thought of everything. He shuttles her mouth down again, swearing at the squeeze.

When he pulls out, her tongue chases after, and he slaps his length across it to hear her whine. She lets it slip over her cheek to nuzzle his sack, and he nearly bites a chunk of his cheek out when she pays them her attention, suckling gently at the textured skin. Her swollen lips plant kisses. It takes the last of his drink and the last of his self-restraint to stop her. 

He'd rather not paint her face—not on the first round. 

John weighs his options. How much freedom she ought to have in what comes next. She turns her head beneath his hand, pressing a kiss to his wrist before letting her teeth graze lightly over the ridges of its veins. Then, when he doesn't make a decision quick enough for her liking, she nips hard. His nostrils flare at the sting, and then he moves, his decision made. It's time, he thinks, to unwrap the present right in front of him.

He makes short work of the rope. First her legs, then her arms, hoisting her onto the bed rougher than planned. The hotel bed groans under the sudden drop, but the indignant huff she expels is louder. The seconds he allows her to stretch her limbs as he kicks off his pants is his mercy. 

The mattress dips as he follows her toward the headboard, knees knocking hers apart. Her hand slides down her belly quick as a cat, spreading herself with two digits, and his single-mindedness nearly misses the 'J' and 'P' painted neatly on her fingernails.

"What's this?"

She smiles coyly. "Another present."

"Did I pay for it?"

"Yes, sir. They look better wet. See?" To illustrate, she shines them with her own slick, and she's right. They do. His gaze shifts between them to the entrance they frame. She's dripping like a tap, clit swollen under its hood and almost goading. The glittery paint catches the light.

"Look at that." He throbs at the sight of her hole clenching reflexively, then slips a finger between her own, groaning at the give and the heat. Her breath hitches as he buries it deep and crooks it. He knows every part of her body as well as he knows his own. Takes nothing to find the spot that makes her sing.

The ebbing of his near-orgasm is a minor tragedy, his prick practically begging to cram itself into her, but watching her squirm satisfies the torment. He relishes her whimpers, the wet squelch of her pussy sucking him in. The sight of her gripping the sheets and stuffing her painted fingers into her mouth, the sound of a muffled oh fuck escaping around them—never been a better show.

John works her up to two and briefly considers a third when her eyes roll, but he's fit to burst. Plenty of time between now and breakfast. He might try for a fourth when she's good and loose.

While he cleans his fingers, her legs hitch around his waist and lock by the ankle at the small of his back, heels digging in and urging. A demand sneaks out, too, though when he meets her eye, she's biting her lip in denial. All apologetic, but only when she's caught.

Spoiled, pampered pet. He's supposed to be the firm hand of the trio. She's gone and softened him up.

He drapes over her, arms bracketing her head. No quarter, no turning her face away. Front row seat to her pupils swallowing their color, tears pooling heavily on their lines. Her anticipation and frustration are raw, too big for her to hide. Her sweetness exists at the knife's edge, and too often, he finds himself on the wrong side of it. She knows just where to slot it between his ribs, when to twist. How much to give to make him ache for it. Turn both of them greedy.

Her hips wiggle, heat-seeking cunt in search of a cock, and another gasp puffs out of her when it works. The blunt head catches and, with pressure, notches. "Deep breath." He warns. From there, it's one languid thrust into her cunt. Worth all the teasing and toying, no resistance at all. She's snug, soaking, and fits him like a glove.

The first outward stroke pulls a deep groan from somewhere deep within him. Her heels tamp down as he builds a rhythm. Bullying him into bullying her. They let up when he plummets deep enough to brush her cervix, the muscles melding to his sides briefly seizing like she's touched an electric fence. Kicking when he keeps at it.

Her hands meet behind his neck, fingers lacing together. Later, she'll dig them into his back upon request. Kiss the marks they leave, too. The thought already makes his chest ache. For all the trouble she gives him, she's a good girl.

He and Nik got lucky.

They weren't looking for anything like this when they met her. They had each other, thought it sorted, no need for more. No one else. But then, out of every shop in the city, they had to pick hers. And she, with her effortless smile and charm, had to go and upsell Nik that first bottle. She didn't push, exactly, but the way she leaned in, the lilt of her voice—it was impossible to resist. She was under their skin in a heartbeat.

After that, they couldn't help themselves. The way they showed up to collect her after work, practically glowing. The fucking springs in their steps. Nik's arm over her shoulders, and John's around her waist, as if there was nothing in the world but the three of them, as if they'd known each other forever.

It was meant to be a one-time thing. Now she's got her own room and an allowance.

And then Kate got involved, and everything changed again, simplifying and complicating it all at once. New rules laid down to keep everyone happy and well, but flexible enough that everyone knows her availability if someone needs to eat her cunt.

He slips out to roll to his side, grunting approvingly when she hastily follows suit, arse pressing insistently to his front. His hand curls under her knee, lifting and prying her open, and hers reaches down blindly to guide him back in. The sound she makes is pornographic, pitching up a note in her used throat when he punches back in the second her hole slots over him.

"Needy fuckin'–"

"Please, John, I want–"

Beneath her head, the bicep she uses as a pillow bulges. He bends his arm further, snatching up one wrist and netting himself the other when she tries to free it. 

Like this, he can let loose. Fuck her with abandon. Give her what she really wants and what he needs. Something to stave off the steady march of time, help him ignore the new crop of silvers and grays above his ears. Stretch out the pretty girl on his cock and listen to her cry about it, and cry for more. 

His nose and forehead press to her temple, and she turns her head enough to give him the chance for a kiss. He doesn't hesitate, leaning in to claim her mouth. It's sloppy and desperate, but it's the softest she's been all night since choking on him.

Her leg lifts from his hold, sweat beading along her forehead at the strain. His hand falls automatically toward her clit, thumbing where the skin stretches first, feeling how thin it spreads on the outstroke. It makes him rut like a bull, feeling bigger than ever with how taut it goes. He pants into her neck, grinning wolfishly at how her pussy clenches around him when he briefly teases the bud between her legs.

She shifts, rolling her hips back to meet him, and he answers by turning her, then pressing her down into the sheets. One hand firmly clamps at her waist, the other settling at the nape of her neck. His knees take the brunt of his weight, spreading to stabilize his stance, before rebuilding his pace. He fucks her like this for a while, spearing over and over again, staring rapt at the core of her body. Listening to the slick glide of himself into where she's swollen and crying. 

He moves his mitt from her waist to the underside of her knee, spreading her further, driving in deeper. "Touch yourself." he rasps, a chuckle rumbling out of him at the speed of her compliance. One of her arms snakes under her stomach, and he watches four cute fingers poke out from under his cock to rub herself stupid.

Sweat clings to his back, matting the pelt of coarse hair on his chest and stomach, dripping steadily onto her as he shifts his weight. He leans more of his heft onto her, letting gravity aid the swing of his hips. Hammers down on her fingers. In a distant corner of his mind, he recalls his last birthday and the noise complaints. The concierge's face the next morning, tomato-red and warped with embarrassment, unable to meet their eyes as he explained.

A sharp whine snaps his eyes to her face. Her bottom lip is held fast in her teeth, and he releases her neck to drag a knuckle down the side of her face. He collects a bead of sweat and licks it off, humming at another delightful squeeze.

"Gonna come, sweetheart? Gettin' close?"

She nods, eyelids shutting halfway. Tiny stars dance in her pupils as her eyes roll in their sockets. They snap to him when his palm returns to her neck. It draws a groan out of his throat, that expression. Looking to him for permission. To come, to speak.

"Tell me how it feels."

"Good, 's good, sir. Fffuck! " 

Her wrist must be aching. He knows the rest of her is. "You want to come?" He presses a finger against her carotid, enough to encourage focus. "C'mon, words."

"Yes, please, sir—"

It's his day, but he lets her have it. She comes hard, choking his cock, forcing him to a furious grind and short, pointed thrusts. He follows not long after, hand slipping from her neck in a frantic, jerking motion, the last shred of control he has left before it overtakes him. When it does, it scours his thoughts clean, spills most of what's left into her, and she milks the dregs out. 

It's some time before he can ease out of her, and his length pulses with interest at the obscene sound of his exit. A filthy chuckle rattles out of him at the sight of his cum dribbling out after, freed by the suction. She's a mess. He adjusts, gets comfortable, and then digs his fingertips into the muscles of her upper thighs and glutes. Humming when she comes back online, panting, face buried in the pillow.

"Tired already?"

She manages to shake her head.

They'll take a break, for both their sakes. If the extra suitcase at the foot of the bed is any indicator, she's brought her entire toy chest with her. Enough to keep his hands busy in the downtime. Until morning. 

She's not too tired that she can't help him move her. He props himself up against the tufted headboard, its cheap fabric sopping up his sweat, and she drapes herself over his chest. Momentarily sated, temporarily sweet. Her hand splays across his chest, nails glinting like stained-glass windows. He stares at his initials—protected under a clear varnish, pristine and perfect. As fleeting as the calm. Branding her as his for a day. This only happens once a year. But seeing that 'P' stirs that old possessive streak. 

She drifts, her breathing evening out as her body recuperates. Won't take more than twenty minutes, tops. He could time it to the second if he cared, but he doesn't. He lets her rest, sprawled warm and weighty against him.

"Happy birthday, John." she sighs, her voice soft as a whisper over his chest, her breath blowing through the whorls of his hair.

Happy birthday indeed, he thinks, tracing a line between her shoulder blades.

She's the only piece of heaven he'll ever know. She's his. Theirs. But tonight, just his.

[twopoppies]

Gina, I want to tell you I have been reading your blog for a couple years now. I’ve never sent an ask to anyone. I first came into the fandom when I watched Harrychella and I thought hmm this man isn’t just flagging he is screaming at the top of his lungs. Then I watched the Cosmic Leeds videos and I fell down a rabbit hole. I am not someone who believes “conspiracy theories”. I am however old enough to know closeting has been proven to exist in the entertainment industry. I’m also from a rural area of the U.S. where homophobia is the norm, so unfortunately I had no trouble believing closeting still exists. I went into full information gathering mode about Larry Stylinson, but it was more than that too. I fell in love with 1D and all the boys’ solo work, especially Louis. I loved his voice, his songwriting, and his ‘real’ personality (when he allowed it to shine through all the media training). I read through every tumblr I could, you and Daisie provided a wealth of information that can not be ignored. I feel certain that Larry was real and I hope they are still together. I’m not one of those people who never doubted. It would be hard not to second guess things in this fandom with all the gaslighting that goes on. I write all of this to say that I’ve never felt so sad and like there is no hope for change as I do right now. It feels like Louis’ fandom is falling apart. There is so much division, hate, and intolerance of any idea that doesn’t conform to someone’s own. Louis pr strategy honestly baffles me. A divided fandom is so tiring. It seems less like pr and more like intentional sabatoge, which I guess it could be. I just don’t see any way out for him or Harry. I think Harry’s extended break is partly because of this too. I think he was overworked and emotionally drained for many reasons, but closeting most of all is exhausting. If I’m feeling this way as a fan I can’t imagine how they must be feeling. It breaks my heart. Sometimes I hope I am crazy and Larry was never real because the story is just too sad. Don’t even get me started on bbg because it is the shittiest situation ever. I think I need to take a step back from the fandom for a bit. But this brings me to my point. I’m pretty resilient, I can not be the only person feeling this way. It makes me so worried for Louis’ career and for both Louis and Harry’s mental health. I guess I don’t really have an ask. I just wanted to say thank you for all the information you have provided over the years. And, I needed to get this off my chest. If I posted this on twitter I would be roasted and I’m not strong enough for that right now. I meant it when I said I fell in love with their music, so I will continue to support all the boys. I’m hoping there is a master plan that will eventually set them free. But, I just keep coming back to the line

‘Said I had a plan for us Time had came and changed it all We had to disappear 'Cause nothing gets through here’

I will add one more thing. I believe there are more Larries than people think, but we are tired of the gaslighting and the hate, so many of us step back or hide. This is why the industry wins most of the time. 😥

Hi, sweetheart. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I'm sorry it feels so overwhelming right now. I do think taking a step back is probably really healthy for most of us. I've actually never seen the fandom in such shambles.

I don't know what Louis' plan is in terms of his fandom or his future plans. But I have dozens and dozens of sad, confused, and angry messages in my inbox, and that fucking sucks. I really don't see a way forward at the moment. I will say, though, that some of the upset stems from some people's tendency to lean into worst-case scenarios and amplify their own worries by jumping to conclusions. Then there are the shit-stirrers who try to make things worse by sending in fake receipts or theories. It's hard to stay grounded when there's insanity whirling around you.

As for Harry and Louis, I do tend to believe they're still together. I don't think their relationship has been as easy as many of us would like to believe – I don't think it could be, given their ages when they met and the conditions they've had to live with. I do think they're soulmates... soulmates don't always end up together, but I tend to think these two will make it. I certainly hope they do.

Our fandom never does well when the boys aren't active. I think if you want to get your sanity back, now is as good a time as any.

[luenkel]

Well, I think it's safe to say that he did not actually become 10 years younger. A lot of articles mention that figure about his telomeres getting longer but - just to name one problem with this - which cell population are we talking about here? I'm guessing it's immune cells or hematopoeitic cells since these are easy to access but all of the statements in the news articles are completely devoid of context and I can't find published results anywhere. Apparently they presented some results at a conference but that presentation doesn't seem to have survived online as far as I can see.

And if the figure is talking about immune cells that brings up another problem: immune cells are known to do funky stuff regarding their proliferation and telomerase expression that don't necessarily correspond to what the rest of the body is doing so I don't know how good of a marker for general cell senescence this is. It is worth mentioning that telomers are also just one part of the complex biological process of aging.

It is known that high partial pressures of oxygen can have interesting effects on the body by activating hypoxia responses and I have found a few papers in generally reputable journals talking about the effects that "hyperbaric oxygen therapy" can have on e.g. telomer length in immune cells, the mobility of hematopoeitic stem cells or angiogenesis. These are particular biomarkers that may or may not have a real connection to the larger physiological process of aging I would say. Certainly none of the papers claimed that it made you younger. Also this is not what he did. In hyperbaric oxygen therapy you expose people to highly enriched oxygen under pressure. I'm pretty sure he breathed normal air under increased pressure, which would of course still increase the partial pressure of oxygen but not as much. I found an interview of him talking about how they specifically wanted to avoid high partial oxygen pressures because of the negative effects it can have.

So, in conclusion. I hate news articles on scientific findings, they don't ever actually tell you anything. I can't find the actual results published anywhere online so who knows what actually happened to him. I can't critique the data or methodology or anything because I don't have them. Also it's literally just one guy. Maybe if you're a senescence researcher and want to do further studies the actual results (who knows what they are) are interesting to you. To me, this whole thing does not change my view on anything. Does the increased pressure have some effects on your body? Sure, seems like it. Might it reduce some of the detrimental effects aging has on the body? Who knows. I certainly don't after reading all these news articles

Ok

[000yul]

more new year's lines tl 2

elysium, shamare, robin, castle-3, archetto, surtr, tequila, mountain, sussurro

elysium

(audio compressed, like he's talking over radio) Hello, can you hear me? ... Signal's good, communication established with this ship. Doctor, can you guess which terminal I'm at? (normal audio) ... Good, the Doctor's let their guard down. Now's my chance to break out the party poppers! Heheh, how was that, Doctor? Do you feel psyched up by my New Year's hello?

shamare

Doctor, I see you've left your office. There's a lot of people out and about today... The new year? It's so noisy, what's up with everyone? Morte doesn't really like loud occasions like these, so we're going to make protective charms instead. Would you like to join us, Doctor? If you put the stem of an apple in your charm, you can ward off curses that way.

robin

"The happiest part of today is being able to bid farewell to the past; the saddest part of today is having to bid farewell to memories." That's a line from a movie... Doctor, Happy New Year.

castle-3

Doctor, Happy... Scheduled program activated, switching to holiday mode—Woohoo! Limited-time New Year's sale, now on at Closure's Store! 10% off and more on selected items! We also offer salary advances with compound interest, with a monthly interest rate of only... New Year!

archetto

Good grief. There are so many people from Laterano here, but you wouldn't know it from looking at how any of them act. All I wanted was to share a quiet prayer and a toast to the new year with a like-minded countryman... and yet, none of them will...

surtr

This time of year always gets me on edge. The more years pass, the further I get from my memories... Hmph, enough of that. Hey, come up with me to the deck. Maybe the breeze will cool off my head.

tequila

Happy New Year, Doctor. The playing cards I ordered just came in. How about a round? The entertainment lineup on Rhodes Island might not match up to what you can find in Dossoles, but you have me, and that's all you need. I'm an expert at creating atmosphere, after all.

mountain

It's been a long time since I've felt anything in particular about the New Year. You see, words like 'tomorrow' or 'the future' don't really mean anything to a prisoner. But now that I'm on Rhodes Island, maybe I should change. Happy New Year, Doctor.

sussurro

Happy New Year, Doctor. You should relax for the new year—don't go tiring yourself out. But don't let your guard down too hard, either—I still remember how you overate and gave yourself indigestion last year. I'll be keeping an eye on you!

[poetic-pearls]

better be safe than sorry

pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed reader (totally just friends)

“new years at camp half-blood”

[wc: 902]

23:50

the stars are painting the night sky in a way that almost makes me wish we wouldn't light any fireworks. the breeze caressing my face smells of the sweet strawberries we are surrounded by and liquor.

"here" behind me, luke seems to appear out of nowhere, two cups in hand.

his eyes twinkle kindly, reflecting the stars that seem closer than usual. "sorry for taking so long; the cabin was full, well, more full than usual"

23:53

"don't worry about it"

luke sits down beside me and holds out a cup.

it being warmer inside camp than on the outside allows me to look at his strong arms.his arms are decorated colorfully with the tattoos we sneaked off the table for the younger campers earlier.

"so, another year of this huh?"

he laughs that melodic laugh of his that always manages to claw it's way into my chest.

"yeah, i guess", he rips two strawberries our of the field, holding one out to me " but hey, at least i'm there to keep you company the whole time"

"ugh, right, another year stuck with you. i kind of wish the others would stay too"

"hey!" luke nudges me in the shoulder, almost making me fall on top of an unripe bush of strawberries.

i gasp, "how dare you? you better hope the dryads don't snitch on you trying to destroy the field"

"i hope not, but i might have already tripped a little on my way here; even spilled some of my drink. not sure how booze affects the growth of strawberries but i doubt it's any good"

"ew", now i'm the one pushing him "at least now i know why sometimes the first strawberries of the year taste like beer"

we're both laughing.

"okay, okay" luke raises his hands in surrender "i admit, that might have something to do with me"

i shake my head in faux disappointment "luke, luke, luke. how could you?"

"i'm sorry, alrigh-", we're startled by a singular firework.

"oh that must have been the test - what time is it?"

"uhh..." luke checks his wrist.

"23:57. shit, did you see the others?"

"no, i gave up. did you see them on your way?"

"nope, weird. they just disappeared; almost like they don't want ro be found"

i hum, twirling the stem of what used to belong to my strawberry.

"seems like we'll start the new year alone" "but i was going to kiss allie for good luck" we both say at the same time.

"maybe we could still look for them?", i offer.

luke shakes his head "if we didn't find them before i doubt we'll find them now."

"shit, then what am i supposed to do about my kiss?" i look around, nothing but trees. well, and luke. "you think one of the dryads would be up for it?"

luke laughs, pushing his hair out of his eyes."maybe, but do you really want to start the year with splinters in your lips? maybe-"

luke looks uncertain, avoiding my gaze before looking back at me with brown eyes.eyes like melted chocolate, the sweetest of them all. when i look at him i can almost taste it. and i want to.

"maybe we could kiss?"

the offer hangs between us like a cloud and we're both just staring at each other for a moment.

"i wouldn't want you to start the year with bad luck"

23:59

am i getting red? no, no, surely not. it's pretty warm here, right? i was already red before he started talking; before he looked at me like that. i'm just warm.

"okay"

one look at his watch.

23:59:44

i'm glad to have a friend as nice as luke.

his eyes are trained on his watch before he meets my gaze again, continuing to count under his breath.

23:59:55

we're both leaning in now.

did the fireworks already start or is that the sound of my heart beating?

"5, 4, 3, 2-"

when our lips meet the same feeling from earlier comes back. the feeling i always get when he laughs.

i just really appreciate what he's doing for me.

his lips are so soft, just like i expected.

his lips do always look soft. especially in the light of the campfire. but he tastes different. he tastes bitter like liquor and unripe strawberries. but also sweet like the chocolate he stole for us from the table earlier.

it's different but perfect.

different from the way i expected just a minute ago.

the first and only time i thought of his lips on mine.

when we part it takes a few seconds before we actually pull away. but not much.

luke's cheeks are flushed, he must feel that it is too warm too. and his eyes reflect the fireworks that just started.

he looks so pretty like this.not that i would ever tell him that, but it's the way his curls fall on his forehead, the way his eyes reflect the fireworks instead of stars now and the pink of his cheeks and lips.

"...i think my watch might be set a few seconds too early"

i just nod, i know what he means. the fireworks are always on time.

and soon there are mumbled "happy new years" between us and our lips meet once again.

better be safe than sorry.

a/n: might post a bonus soon

[mandalhoerian]

Gosh I wish you made such big analize about Xavier and Sylus, sometimes I feel so dumb that I can't read so good behind the lines. 😭😭😭

HEY NO CMON NOW NO NEED TO DISCREDIT YOURSELF LIKE THAT!!!! First of all, this is an ongoing game and story, think of it like an incomplete ao3 fic you have theories for. There are HUUGE gaps in there that will be filled later and until then, they are left to the interpretation of the player. It's only natural, there's SO MUCH stuff and lore out there to be consumed, which are often non-linear that it makes things confusing on purpose. It's all about feeding us crumbs about what's coming, of course we get lost!!

Secondly, I made the rafayel analysis because it confused the lights out of me with the constant nagging feeling that I was missing something and that's why I didn't understand most things and wanted to get my thoughts straight. Like the ebb day theories floating out there as to why he was Like That, why he said the things he did out of nowhere and randomly like "what if i take from you will you leave me?" after the topic was JUST about sceneries and the love and art burns me talk after YET AGAIN another art talk about inspiration in pain. I had whiplash over whiplash and felt the need to dive deep into intertidal zone.

It's not like that with Sylus and Xavier (and Zayne's) cards. At least for me. All of them are fairly self-contained compared to his, I feel like. And I'm sure other people have discussed this already, much better than I can as well -- especially Sylus, but I'll put my two cents in for a general review of both their memorias!

Xavier is experiencing negative emotions such as jealousy FOR THE FIRST TIME with MC. He doesn't know how to process these feelings which are allowed to be nurtured in a safe environment when that wasn't the case before in his life. They manifest in temper bursts that stem from a life of being forced to be emotionally blank. He wasn't allowed to be a child or freedom for himself and his thoughts and feelings and wants, so he starts behaving in a childish way -- it's something he's surprised about as well. This happens when you feel safe with a person that those repressed parts begin to open up and you start being yourself more with them. It's sad when you think about it, as cute as it is coming from Xavier. MC is so understanding of him and finding him being "expressive" more as a really positive thing. She's an amazing partner -- because let's face it, if this behavior came from a man in real life, it would be so annoying. Xavier isn't like those other men though, his jealousy doesn't come from a need to control or possess, a place of distrust, projection or disregard of personal boundaries. It's cute because it's followed by healthy communication to allow Xavier to process and grow and open up more, it doesn't threaten the relationship. This is just my interpretation, aside from the context of their previous lives together (the desire to monopolize now that he finally is with her) and this being Xavier's possibly last year on earth that gives a "i've got so little time left and i don't want to waste it" stuff.

And Sylus is. Well. There's a lot in there. The theme here is "their first time", and it's not limited to sleeping together, in my opinon. Theirs is a burgeoning relationship compared to the other "established" relationships. They're new to each other. We even see domesticity from them in MC's house for the first time, though it is a result of Sylus's Onychinus life making an introduction in their relationship as something that has to be legitimately talked about eventually. MC wants to come along with him and know more but Sylus hides a lot from her to keep her safe and separate from him, and yes it's his business and MC doesn't push (the mutual respect is insane here), but it's affecting their time together. Not that MC sees this as a problem because she's always ready to throw down (AND does lock in and gets one step ahead of him).

I read this as MC's first time finally letting him in and her desires/feelings for him that she asked him to stay and kept making the moves when it had all been him before. Her feelings are growing. And you can see how much it pleases him and makes him happy, he was waiting for this -- for MC to voluntarily want him and be honest with him. That's all Sylus wants. He can see into what she wants, and sure yeah he knows, but her outwardly voicing them to him is a different story altogether. It shows she trusts him, and that's important to Sylus.

She was mostly closed off and withdrawn from him emotionally because they have this dynamic that started off hostile that turned into teasing and provoking where she sees being vulnerable with him as a weakness that would be embarrassing. It's a budding relationship, remember? No couple is all in & open with each other right from the beginning, it comes later. And Sylus is a dominant man (not domineering, that's a different word) and I think MC doesn't like being weak next to someone like him, and she perceives a power imbalance there unconsciously even though Sylus wants her to be open so bad and rely on him more and give her everything she wants and needs.

So it's HUUUUUGE that they showed Sylus intertwine their hands together when he had to FORCE IT before. MC is finally receiving him with open arms and you can see he's delighted. It's so romantic first of all, but mans is hungry, BUT HE'S ALSO SO TENDER AND LOVING !!! GOOD FOR YOU SYLUS GET IT. I love this for him and that he felt safe enough to sleep even though he's nocturnal. Or she sucked the soul right out of his dick and knocked him out cold 😭 the sex was so astronomically soul ascending i guess LMFAO

Again, I'm sorry if I got anything wrong. These are just my thoughts, and they are surface level!

[mons7errr]

tagged by @bunnyboyzyon

i consider myself "nonhuman"

i am a volken, shapeshifting monster, and i might also be god in some form. i'm also a dio JJBA fictive.

i do, usually phantom/somatic and sensory shifts. i also experience berserker shifts. i don't really experience cameo shifts but sometimes i feel i have dragon-like wings, i attribute that to my monster nature.

i constantly feel sharp teeth and a snout. i feel territorial over my house (particularly my room) and my belongings. i experience violent, sexual, and generally gross animal urges (i won't go into detail here but i've made a few posts about them in the past). i awakened around 2020 but have been experiencing them for most/all of my life so it's all a very normal thing now.

i have mixed feelings about the alterhuman community. some parts of it are obnoxiously ableist and cliquey. there are some smaller groups that are very accepting and feel very comfortable to me, though. i think it's just about finding a spot where you fit in.

i have a lot of dreams about being nonhuman and that's where i feel the most euphoric. i own gear and i like it, but it's not as euphoric.

i constantly experience species dysphoria

my biggest piece of advice is: it's okay to be wrong. it's okay to explore kintypes and labels and drop them once you find something that fits better. labels are outfits to try on, they're not boxes you have to live in forever.

i have gear and i want more. i have a big project in mind involving a wolf pelt... if i ever get the money for one and motivation to start it.

i've had beliefs and theories, but at this point i don't really care anymore. i no longer feel the need to know everything about it. i feel a lot of it is physical. it could be due to the structure of my brain, it could stem from mental disorders. it could be anything and i don't stress about it anymore, i'm fine with just existing.

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[lura-valentine]

This is my little Dabi ABC about how I rate him in a relationship. It helps me with my fanfictions when I write about Dabi and Rain or DabiHawks.

Maybe it will help some people who write similar fanfics, or maybe some will get a better picture of what Dabi is like in a relationship.

Unfortunately, I'm missing three letters and don't know what to write about them😑 I hope you like it anyway.

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes

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Dabi's relationship ABC

A – Affectionate: Dabi is neither tender nor loving... or? He can do it if he wants to, but he doesn't do it often and if he does, then only when he is alone with his partner.

B – Broken Man: Dabi's past has left scars on him - both physically and mentally. To be his partner means to accept his brokenness, to accept him as he is with all his facets.

C – Confident: He has a strong confidence that is both seductive and intimidating. The dominance he exudes is unmistakable and makes certain things more complicated for his partner than they should be.

D – Disinterest?: He doesn't seem to care about anything and doesn't seem to worry about anything. Everyone often thinks that they never listen, but their partner will quickly realize that they pay attention to every detail.

E – Empathetic: He hides it very, very well, but he suffers in silence with his partner when they are emotionally troubled. This is one of the few moments where he briefly lets down his walls and shows tenderness. (Depending on the situation, of course)

F – Fiery temperament: Dabi’s temper matches his flames—intense and quick to ignite. He’s passionate in every aspect of his life, and while it can lead to heated arguments, it also fuels the deep intensity of the relationship.

G – Guarded: Dabi finds it difficult to talk about his feelings. It takes patience and trust to break through its walls, but when someone succeeds, their love is unconditional.

H – Honest: He won't sugarcoat anything. Dabi will always tell his partner the truth, even when it's hard.

I – Independent: Dabi values his freedom and independence, but he would compromise for his partner.

J – Jealousy: He is prone to jealousy, even if he never admits it openly. One wrong look from others is enough to trigger his protective instinct.

K – Kindness: Dabi isn't friendly, but that doesn't mean he can't be. He shows it very subtly by bringing his partner his favorite drink or keeping his partner warm on cold nights.

L – Love: He loves deeply, even if he struggles to show it. He would do anything for his partner, even if he had to make a fool of himself. (Perhaps he would even renounce his revenge...?)

M – Mysterious: Dabi remains an enigma, even for his partner... and that's exactly what makes him so fascinating.

N – Night Owl: Dabi tends to thrive at night, finding comfort in the quiet darkness. He enjoys spending long nights with his partners. Whether it's talking, watching a movie together or cuddling on the sofa. His favorite hobby at night is watching his partner sleep and keeping him warm when needed.

O – Obsessive: Just as Dabi once craved his father’s attention, he may become deeply fixated on earning and keeping his partner’s affection. His intensity can be overwhelming but stems from his fear of being abandoned again.

P – Passionate: Whatever Dabi sets his mind to, he does it with unwavering passion. Whether it’s chasing his ambitions with relentless determination or kissing his partner with fiery intensity, his actions are always filled with raw, unfiltered emotion. His passion makes every moment with him unforgettable, as he pours his whole heart into what truly matters to him.

Q – Quiet Moments: In quiet moments, he likes to put an arm around his partner or stroke his partner's hand with his thumb while they hold hands. When he's completely relaxed, he doesn't care at all that they're not alone.

R – Rebellion: Dabi is the epitome of rebellion. His resistance to norms and authority carries over into the relationship and makes everything complicated.

S – Sarcasm: Dabi's dry humor and sharp tongue are a big part of his personality. However, his sarcasm can sometimes cut a little too deep, especially when he’s in a bad mood or trying to deflect his own emotions. He doesn't always realize the impact of his words, but when he hurts his partner, he apologizes in his own way – looks for closeness and is particularly attentive.

T – Trust Issues: His past makes it difficult for him to trust. It will take a lot from Dabi's partner to fully gain his trust. But if someone makes it, he will be as loyal as a dog.

U – Unpredictable: Life with Dabi is anything but routine. His mercurial nature means you never know what to expect - one moment he's teasing you and the next he's lost in his own dark thoughts. Loving him means accept that wild side while finding stability in the rare, quiet moments he only shares with his partner. Because of him, his partner suddenly gets into dangerous fights or suddenly lies in his arms on the grass to watch the stars together.

V – Vulnerable: It is extremely rare for this to happen, but in certain situations its walls collapse. These moments are raw, unadulterated and show his partner the man behind the scars – The young Touya, who died in the fire at that time.

W –: /

X –: /

Y - Yearning: Beneath his tough exterior, Dabi longs for connection and love, even if he doesn't know how to express it.

Z –: /

Should I make a relationship ABC with Hawks?

If so, feel free to write it to me in the comments😊

[daily-whistlepaw]

daily whistlebreeze until spo becomes PoV day 1398

I like seeing how different I can make gray cats by throwing Whis at them; anyways, Spotfur's been on my mind tonight

[camcat1320]

I feel like a component is missing in this analysis. Azula has many mental health issues stemmed from narcissistic abuse and abandonment. Therefore, she will not act in a typical manner. It's never stated in the show but some people theorize she might have schizophrenia and/or borderline personality disorder. I have a friend with BPD who sees themself in Azula. However, having a mental health disorder is not an excuse, rather it's a reason. Azula doesn't get a pass for her bad deeds, she must be held accountable and own up to her mistakes. But this isn't possible unless she does the necessary work, ergo her redemption arc.

Let's look at those that have abandoned her, whether real or imagined, rational or irrational; Lu Ten, Iroh, her grandfather, her mother, Zuko, Mai, Ty Lee, and her father. Her circles of influence became smaller and smaller until all that remained was her father. Then he pigeon-holed her into the position of Firelord, leaving her behind. All of this could've caused her to develop a disorganized attachment style characterized as unpredictable, intense push and pull. Zuko might have an anxious attachment style due to his mother's disappearance and his father's conditional "love". He is highly emotional and seeks validation when we meet him but over time, he does the work and he heals his inner wounds.

I interpret Azula as only acting in a way that Ozai would approve. Why did Azula even go to Zuko's bedroom to tell him that "dad's going to kill you". If she wanted him gone, she could've just kept her mouth shut. Zuko would've been out of the picture, her mother would still be there, and she would be next in line for the throne. She had everything to gain from not telling. But she did. And to top it off, she said "maybe a nice Earth Kingdom family will adopt you." She doesn't want her brother to die. She offered a solution to his problem. Yes, she acted mean and condescending but it is all an act. If she shows genuine care, that is considered weakness and Ozai does not tolerate weakness.

Now the part about lying about Zuko killing the Avatar. I agree that it was Azula hedging her bets. Again, though, she had everything to gain with simply arresting Zuko. With Zuko in prison, she'd be the next firelord, no question. Why is she going against her own interests? We learn later that mirror Ursa says that Azula uses fear to control her friends. She could've been using fear to control Zuko. She wants Zuko to be in her life, but she needs something to hold him there, some blackmail against him that'll make him stay. She lies about Zuko killing the avatar, letting him restore his honor and earning their father's love, the things Zuko wanted the most. If it were that the avatar is alive, everything that Zuko wanted will be taken from him in an instant. Azula uses Zuko's fear to control him, to keep him close, believing it was a slim chance he'd betray her given the high stakes. But she was wrong. She says "I'm about to celebrate becoming an only child!" But behind the mask, she could be silently screaming, "You left me!"

There's a lot about Azula we don't know and we are making assumptions based on what little we got of her. However, imagine if there was a Book 4 like the head writer was planning from the beginning? We see Azula reveal more about her past and see her be challenged, letting her character grow. I think it would've been a beautiful redemption arc, giving hope to those that can relate to Azula and show that it is possible to find happiness.

what bugs me about azula redemption discourse is the fact that people genuinely think azula lied that zuko killed the avatar to show she cares for him. if she cared about him, she wouldve had the courtesy to warn him instead of blindsinding him during the meeting. That just added to his anxiety and while her fears of what ozai would do if her if she disappointed him are validated by ozai's actions, that gives her no right at all to knowingly put her own brother in the position. she literally said, "you can't treat me like zuko!" in the finale, which says a lot about how aware she was of how zuko was treated, and the fact that she recognized that that's not how she would like to be treated.

Oh yeah, this is a pretty wide-spread problem in the atla fandom in general but I notice a lot of it in specific azula-stanning (and usually zuko-hating) corners, where it's like 'Azula never even really did anything bad and how dare people call her one of Zuko's abusers for sibling rivalry stuff' as if gleefully crowing to your brother that your father is going to kill him or watching with a smirk of satisfaction as your father brutalizes him is all just 'normal sibling rivalry stuff'. Nevermind what came later, like actually trying to kill him.

So we end up with this kind of discourse that relies on making up a bunch of stuff that honestly doesn't make sense nor fit in with what we do know of these characters and the situation, but because they can do enough mental gymnastics to make her out to be The Real Victim Here then anyone who doesn't agree just hates abuse victims or whatever.

The fact is, at its most charitable interpretation, Azula was bare minimum hedging her bets. Because this scene:

comes before Zuko's meeting with Ozai, where we hear this:

And then, as if that weren't enough, we have Azula herself admitting it:

I feel like a lot of Azula stans who insist she was just trying to help Zuko, that she cared for him and was just trying to help him return home with honor, missed this part of the conversation, or just conveniently forget about it when it comes to defending their fave. But while Azula initially claims she did it to help Zuko out of the goodness of her heart, she comes right out herself and says she doubts Zuko's conviction about the Avatar's death, and she doesn't want any blowback to fall on her if and when the Avatar eventually resurfaces.

She was, at bare minimum, covering her own ass, with little regard for how it would ultimately affect her brother (for whom she has little care or concern, according to how we see their relationship playing out). Lines like you can't treat me like Zuko help to highlight this, because while, yes, they are both victims of the same abusive parent, Azula also became an active agent in Zuko's abuse, and the realization that to their abuser they are both just as disposable even after everything she did for him within that framework is a huge part of what led to her complete psychological breakdown in the finale.

[dennisboobs]

plain and simple i am not going to be able to remain in this fandom long-term if i have to keep putting disclaimers on every single one of my posts that say i don't condone dennis' bad, bad actions and that i am in fact aware he's got a history of sexual assault and dubious/nonconsent. the entire gang has done heinous shit. why is dennis the only one who needs to be treated like this? if some rando wants to post about how dennis is pookie pie that doesn't automatically mean they're blind to his crimes. every single member of the gang is a piece of shit. that's kind of the point.

draw dennis with cat ears who give a shit

[girlivealwaysbean]

pata hai last kuch din i was very busy with my project kyunki final dena tha and binding karni thi etc to wo karwayi then i went to the bookfair bekaar tha then parso submit karne jaa rahi to subah accident hogaya (bhai ki bike skid hogayi and we fell down) and now i have a big ass blue bruise on my upper thigh and my parents don't even know lmao and kal ek science conference thi to i had to sit in an auditorium for 6 hours listening to accomplished people speak. that's what you missed now your turn

omg i knew everything in this except for the accident cause i stalk your blog vigorously everyday are you okay!!!!!!!!!! did you get tetanus shots!!!!!!!!!! also on your upper thigh oh no that's where future jiju is supposed to write MINE na as per our beloved song guilty as sin?

[queer-reader-07]

the worst thing about me being a Gen Z with a Gen X father is that i routinely use Gen Z slang & internet lingo around him to the point that he's able to accurately parse what it all means. AND THEN HE GOES AND USES IT AT WORK TO IMPRESS HIS TWENTY SOMETHING COWORKERS

[demon-country]

Reblogging this again, because literally one episode after I posted this (meaning Sinsmas, because I posted this after Mastermind) Blitz proved me right, like the wonderful, fantastic man that he is.

Because Blitz stepped the fuck up. As soon as Stolas needed his care more than ever, Blitz provided it in spades. He's been kind, patient, and understanding with Stolas, who is mentally very fragile right now. He has seen three times now that Stolas was serious about his declaration of love, and now that he really believes it he's been putting in some serious effort to do right by Stolas and help him in every way that he can.

They have also now both shown that they love each other unconditionally. Stolas risked his life to save Blitz, threw himself under the bus without hesitation, and has admitted that he doesn't regret it even though it cost him almost everything and has left him hated by most of hell (he just regrets some of the stuff that led up to it), all in spite of the fact that their last few encounters ended in disaster and left Stolas wholeheartedly believing that Blitz never cared about him. Meanwhile, Blitz was ready and willing to fully support Stolas, even when he learned that Stolas has a few different dietary needs and when Stolas was experiencing wild mood swings. He also risked his life to go save Stolas', proving that he's willing to fight for Stolas physically as well as emotionally.

Stolas isn't yet in the right mental state to enthusiastically root for Blitz, but I was spot on that Blitz would be all over Stolas as soon as Stolas showed him that he still wants him. He was already very touchy with Stolas after Mastermind - he often holds his hand, which Stolas never pushes him away for, thereby encouraging Blitz to keep doing it - but after their passionate kiss Blitz was cuddling him for hours and shared a very sweet dance and hug with him. Blitz has officially unleashed his inner velcro tendencies upon Stolas, and Stolas does love it, even though he's still kind of fucked up and not really in a good place to show that in any other way than not rejecting it. Well, except for at the end, when he was leaning into Blitz on the couch, and the dance, where he was demonstrably appreciative of it by eagerly participating and really lighting up for the first time in a long time, even being playful and letting out a genuine laugh.

They're not fully on the same page yet, but they're really close, and the closer they get the more they've opened up. Their trauma is still there and they both still need to heal from and address it, but they're really working on fixing their biases and hangups. It'll be a hard road to get there, because healing and unlearning biases isn't simple or easy or swift, but they're both clearly in this together and are willing to stay for the long-haul.

Anyway, I stand by my assertion that they're not toxic and never have been. And I hate that I still see people saying they are, even after Sinsmas. Please learn what that actually means before throwing around buzzwords. Complicated and messy relationships do not always mean toxic, and in this case they're just two traumatized individuals who don't know how to communicate or express themselves very well, and who have biases like literally everyone in the entire world does in both real life and in the show. They hurt each other, but not on purpose and stemming from genuine misunderstandings, and as soon as they realized they were hurting each other they made tremendous efforts to fix their mistakes and do better.

[the-busy-ghost]

"Oh it would have been more satisfying if the humans had invented a technology which defeated the Martians rather than have them killed off by accident just when humanity's impotence in the face of disaster seems to be confirmed". I

To me that's just a fancy way of saying "Yeah but humans could totally handle the Martians and the writer has a duty to reassure the audience of that!"

Sir we cannot even handle climate change and I'm sorry to tell you that it's not entirely due to a lack of technological expertise