#don't know shit about this thing apparently

[ladystardustinblackjeans]

It's the same thing with the creepy ass ring doorbell commercials and alexa commercials. The ai commercials and these two commercials are all showcasing the same slightly unreal and unnerving seeming type of person who apparently cannot find a better use for their time than engage a lot with proprietary technology that can be used for surveilling the shit out of them, and can't seem to engage in neither the human behaviours we have done for millennia of interacting with other people and thinking, nor any of the dozens of tools and habits and techniques that largely replace any usefulness of these technologies, and usually work better too.

It's the same hyper-convenience-style of commercial that mail-order pharmacies use. They don't ever want to come close to presenting the actual uses these technologies and services can have for people who cannot do these things easily or at all without help. They don't care about bed bound people being able to take a delivery via ring doorbell, they don't care about housebound people getting their prescriptions delivered. I don't even fucking know what possible use one could good heartedly have for ai and alexa except for personal assistant and companionship, which you could fund for everyone who wants it on the entire planet with the money and resources being put into ai development, with much better results too.

These commercials are trying so desperately to create needs for these products, and the desperation is palpable. The situations they present where they indeed are somewhat useful are so convoluted and often unrealistic. And don't outweigh the costs or risks of these things. And i know commercial acting is not realistic generally, but sheesh these characters are so appreciative and happy about using ai to tell them what colour outfit they should wear to the club (as if choosing it together with a friend isn't the best part), which is just giving me the heeby jeebies. It gives me the fucking creeps how they act like the best part of their day is remembering they are able to ask the mass surveillance tool in their living room to play a song.

I feel like the big push for AI is starting to flag. Even my relatively tech obsessed dad is kinda over it. What do you even use it for? Because you sure as hell dont want to use it for fact checking.

There's an advertisement featuring a woman surreptitiously asking her phone to provide her with discussion topics for her book club. And like... what. Is this the use case for commercial AI? This the best you could come up with? Lying to your friends about Moby Dick?

[doubledyke]

*edited a little now that the meds have worn down a bit*

yall im literally sat up in the hospital (day 3) (there will be typoz cuz meds) trying to recover from some bullshit and now it's cancel doubledyke day apparently?? (/hj)

this this pro vs antis shit dude, i genuinely don't even know what is or isnt pro and or anti. the people with their knees deepest in the muddy waters of it all are primarily

teenagers who really shouldn't be looking for people to "*trust*" online.

you need to speak to your parents about people, or other loved ones, i dunno maybe a guidance counselor when you think there is somene who is an active/immediate (that is to say, offline) threat to people. there are criteria for these things by the way. you getting sad when you see something you dont like? doesn't count.

why are we censoring art??? on tumblr? and by censoring i mean, saying who or what can or can't be portrayed/said/thought/felt? its really weird. i worry that a lot of you are like....going down a weird, reactionary path.

whatever man i can't stop ya from forming opinions based on what someone whose entire online presence is that of un-elected moral arbiter, who brings nothing but strife to our small community of eene/general animation fans.

i'm pretty careful about what gets put on my blog and who/what i interact with privately should be of concern to none of you.

if you're looking for adults you can trust, close the laptop and find resources that way, my friend. no adult i know comes online looking for kids with whom to build "trust" and if they are doing that, it's time to run.

[anghraine]

TMP is honestly this wild trip despite the glacial pacing at times, because it's like—

Vulcan woman: Spock, you've worked hard to purge yourself of all emotion, but your mind is picking up signals from some human and I guess some logic thing in space. my conclusion: you aren't racially pure enough to find your answers here

Spock: time to track down the pure logic thing and find the answers and meaning in my existence as a Vulcan that I've been searching for all my life and definitely never found in the past before all my previous character development got reset

[Meanwhile]

Kirk: so this unknown cosmic force is going to wipe out all life on Earth, and I've been placed in charge because I have a lot of experience dealing with bizarre dangerous cosmic shit as commander of this specific ship, in addition to my missing being in space because I was pushed into the admiralty at, like, age 39

Decker: *throws a series of tantrums about the prioritization of all of Earth above his ego for almost the entire mission*

Ilia: I have taken an oath of celibacy

Kirk: ... not super relevant. please just do your job

[Also, the transporter painfully melts some people we don't know into unrecognizable lumps of flesh. This is completely disconnected from the rest of the movie; it has no relevance to anything else, is immediately forgotten and never acknowledged again, and everyone acts like Bones is silly and paranoid for being nervous about going through the transporter]

Uhura: I think Admiral Kirk is obviously the person most qualified to command our incredibly dangerous and important mission, and we're damned lucky he got put in charge. if anyone cares

[everyone else]: *doesn't care*

McCoy: Jim, maybe you shouldn't make your mid-life crisis everyone else's problem

Decker: yeah! I should still be in charge! my solution is "don't take risks" when encountering the unknown and wait until systems are 100% safe before we do anything

Kirk: again let me reiterate that we need to act decisively even if it's risky or billions of people will die. we have to at least try, so waiting is not an option here

Spock: *shows up and, despite being icy and dismissive, immediately fixes all their most pressing technical problems*

McCoy: maybe we shouldn't trust him. he has his own agenda now

Kirk: wtf of course we can trust him he's Spock how dare

[Kirk quickly figures out the changes to the bridge, and from then on, his judgment and decisions are pretty much continually vindicated by the plot. Decker's advice goes from temporarily useful to unprofessional constant jabs with little sense of the real stakes and no better ideas. It becomes extremely apparent that Kirk really is far better equipped in temperament and experience to deal with the potential slaughter of Earth than Decker, especially when assisted by Spock—even this arctic version of Spock.]

Spock: *knocks out a crewman, steals a spacesuit, and tries to make contact with the cosmic acid trip/space vagina by traveling through what he unenthusiastically describes as its "orifices"*

Kirk: I ... guess maybe Bones was - no, it can't be - wait a moment, I -

Spock: *starts transmitting all the data he's gathering to Kirk*

Kirk: hah, I knew he would never betray me! Okay, everyone, you all stay here, I'm going to jump into space to catch him

[Spock melds with the cosmic space vagina and it violently ejects him through various orifices, as he might describe them, until he's thrown right into Kirk's arms, signifying nothing]

Bones and Chapel: melding with the cosmic logic vagina seems to have fried his brain :(

Spock, laughing: I should have known ...

Kirk: *seizes his shoulders* known WHAT Spock what are you talking about. please tell me your mind is intact. sweetheart it's okay what are you full of shame about this time *tries to shake the brain damage loose*

Spock: Jim ... I melded with the supreme logic being and discovered that there's no beauty or art or meaning in raw information or logic ... only a barren STEM hellscape without the humanities

[Spock slides his hand down Kirk's arm until their fingers wrap around each other, and their joined hands tightly cling together. unrelatedly, we have definitely seen Vulcans and Romulans use finger stroking as kissing and/or foreplay]

Spock: it was awful and empty and not at all what I've been searching for this whole time. and finally I understood that the real meaning in life comes from the simple feeling between you and me. The mechanized space vagina couldn't understand our love

[Kirk wraps his other hand tightly around his and Spock's clasped fingers. God knows what degree of obscenity they would be committing on Vulcan, but in any case, McCoy (as ever) politely pretends he's not seeing this happen right in front of him, since Kirk and Spock obviously have forgotten, yet again, that other people exist]

Kirk: 🥹🥰

[They stare tenderly at each other without speaking for a few seconds, but are definitely communicating on some level; after a moment's hesitation, Kirk nods slightly, then Spock nods in response, and it feels like we're missing half the conversation. Then Spock explains V'ger's existential angst in terms that obviously apply equally to his own past self, and by past I mean "for most of this movie until a few minutes ago"]

It turns out that V'ger, in addition to being a cosmic acid trip/space vagina/mass murderer, is also an annoying teenager, maturity-wise. I do appreciate Kirk and Spock having their "this is just adolescent angst and we are too middle-aged for this nonsense" reaction, and noping out to provoke V'ger into some measure of cooperation until they all figure out that it's trying to communicate with NASA.

In the course of all this, there's a point where Decker manages to be mildly helpful via the Ilia probe sort of remembering their old relationship, and he proves his value at last by welcoming the chance to orgasmically fuse with Ilia/V'ger, while Kirk is horrified and baffled at why Decker would find this remotely appealing. (ngl Kirk in this movie feels like the most purely gay-coded iteration of him; from the film itself, I could easily believe he has lost all attraction to women at this point.)

So thankfully, we're finally free of the weird and underwhelming Decker/Ilia duo via multiple cosmic acid orgasms, and the Earth is saved, etc. In aesthetics, it's all powerfully 70s, even in the awesome strange bits before V'ger looked quite so, uh, yonic. Somehow even the new bland sleepwear version of Starfleet uniforms seem very 70s; apparently Spock's kickass robes and the muscle-revealing quasi-polo top that Kirk promptly switches into consumed all available stylishness.]

Scott: everything's fine now, so I guess we can drop you off at Vulcan, Mr. Spock

Spock: my experiences today have, uh, resolved my need to stay on Vulcan, so there's no reason to detour for me. I'll just tag along to Earth for >_> no reason

Kirk: [deeply vindicated for about the twelfth time that day, but this time also managing to exude Spock is getting laid tonight without saying a word about him] Mr. Sulu, ahead, warp one.

[thistlerock]

Do you ever think about Ragh coming home after prom to his mother, whom we know loves him so dearly, and telling her that Dane hit him when he admitted he was in love.

Do you ever think about how angry Lydia was that someone would hurt her baby

How sad she was that her Ragh, who is such a sweet person by nature, was made into someone mean by Dane, because he loved him, and got punched for loving him

Do you ever think about how worried Lydia was when she heard that Gorgug kissed Ragh, sacred that maybe this would be just another heartbreak?

Do you ever think about Lydia meeting Gorgug, seeing the boy that made her son smile again, that is so loving and caring and only wants the best for his friends, who (maybe) isn't in love with her son but still wants Ragh to be happy

getting anon asks like this is like if someone did a drive-by on me but instead of shooting me they threw an envelope containing a beautiful sonnet at me, disappearing before I could catch a glimpse of them. sweet promises weaved into beautiful poetry, printed on pages of perfectly folded paper now resting in my lap. I read it over and over again and I feel like I could weep. of joy? of sorrow? I don't know. tangible proof of a great bard in my hands but no way to find them. no way to even search. will they return to grace me with more one day? or will I be left yearning, occasionally hearing soft whispers on the wind? I can only wonder. I can only think to myself, please, come back. Finish that thought coME BACK PL EASE WAIT you can't JUST L EAVE AFTER T HAT I NEED TO CRY AT YOUR DOORSTEP NOW ???? HOW WILL I CRY AT YOUR DOOR STEP IF I DONT KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

but ye a YEAH I think about them. A lot. I think Lydia didn't know much about Dayne while he was alive because 1) Ragh didn't exactly. Tell. (On SOME level he like. Knew? That he was being a bully and it was shit? And felt bad but that wasn't exactly at the forefront.) And she didn't want to pry? But also 2) this woman's health was. Declining. And she barely had time to keep up with Ragh's school and social life (which I think. Haunts her. That moment when disability doesn't only make you miss out on your life but also your loved ones. HAUNTING. Must be worse when it's your child and you on some level feel like you failed them. Ahaha. Who said that that's crazy.) but that just meant when it all came out she was like. What the fuck?? Oh my god?? PLUS. PLUS. RAGH WAS ACTIVELY BEING GROOMED INTO WEIRD CULT BULLSHIT. BY COACH DAYBREAK. HE WAS AT THIS GUY'S HOUSE??? APPARENTLY??? Lydia finding out about all of this ready to kill. Kill who? Idk man just kill. The WORST things were happening to her son and she had no idea!! Her baby :(

So when he was like. "Oh yeah but don't worry Gorgug grabbed me and kissed me after hitting me really hard and that got me to get my shit together!" I'm SURE she had her concerns. I'm sure she's wary at first. It must be weird, idk. But then Gorgug is the sweetest kid in all of Spyre!! And it's just. Oh. Maybe he's found something good? He deserves to have found something good. </3

[camcamino]

As High Crocodiles playing Sudokus by the Lakes we will Eat Stereos

The first thing that hit me was the 'Eat Stereos' because, what does that mean? It's the only part that could have different meanings in my brain, so I started thinking about it and gave different meanings to the whole sentence based on the specific meaning I gave to 'Eat Stereos' alone.

In my brain, 'Eat Stereos' could refer to: a) eating (as in ingesting) steroids, meaning they're addicts OR, considering sex hormones, meaning they don't give a shit about conforming to society standards and the "you're a man cuz you have high androgen levels" and "you're a woman cuz you have high estrogen levels" bullshit; b) eat (as in consume) stereos (as a synecdoche for music/CDs), hence they will make music; c) eat (as in smash) stereos (as in stereotypes); d) it's actually a nonsense activity.

The High Crocodiles, in my head, are the conservatives and traditionalists. The ones who dictate rules and condemn you if you're not conforming to them. The High Crocodiles are the ones who support patriarchy, binarism, cisgender and heterosexuality as the only way, sex as finalized only to conceive, society as a set of rules you must respect and never question, money and consumerism as things to idolize etc. And it's fun to call them High Crocodiles because: a) they're high as in they rule from the upper level, they're on the top of the social pyramid and have power; b) they're high as in they're actually high, drugged; not necessarily because they have been using any kind of drug actually, but maybe because of the Sudokus they're playing by the Lakes! They are high on those Sudokus.

The Sudokus made me think it as a metaphor for playing by the rules, as well as not admitting any other possibility. Among the many activities of a typical puzzle book, Sudokus are the most schematic, analytical, and logic-oriented ones. They don't require any practical knowledge beside knowing numbers from 1 to 9 — contrarily to other activities like crosswords that actually are mostly knowledge-based, as you have to know stuff to be able to solve them. So it really made sense to associate playing Sudokus with the favorite leisure activity of the High Crocodiles.

'By the Lakes' adds a sense of passivity to it. Unless you are Taylor Swift or any kind of Tortured Poet, people generally go to the lake as they'd go on vacation, as a short leisure outing. And the fact that it's not one lake but it's the lakeS makes me think that playing Sudokus is something the High Crocodiles would do on any and every vacation, it's a habit, an inner trait.

In conclusion, the first part (“High Crocodiles playing Sudokus by the Lakes”) makes me think of the Typical Man who's embraced a oligarchical, profit-oriented life style which damages minorities and the poor. Specifically, it makes me think of how this mindset is so deep-rooted in their being, how it's such a solid part of them that they've never questioned, to the point it's not only the person they are when they work, but it's got to constitute their whole personality. You usually wanna forget about work, about making profit, about getting the work done, about the best way to interact with X so that you will get Y — you usually leave behind all these things when you go on vacation. Apparently, they don't.

The conjunction of the two sentences, though, makes me think of two ways to interpret the whole thing:

A) We will Eat Stereos while the High Crocodiles are playing Sudokus by the Lakes

B) We will Eat Stereos the way (with the same effort and also the same easiness as it's deep-rooted in us) High Crocodiles play Sudokus by the Lakes

And it's honestly very interesting, mind-blowing, and poetic in my opinion.

Going back to the four interpretations of 'Eat Stereos', here's the four interpretations I have of the whole sentence:

Stereos as a metaphor for people who do not conform to societal standards -> “we will stay revolutionary while you're too busy playing by the rules and exploiting people for your sick gain” or “we will stay revolutionary with the same confidence, intensity, determination that you keep exploiting people”

Stereos as in a synecdoche for music -> “we will make music, art, we will raise our voice and speak to the ones who wanna hear us and who are like us meanwhile (or, the same way) you are making the most of the people you hire and underpay so that you get richer without bothering to realize the people who work for you are, in fact, people and not machines” (like, you are doing your sick job, and we are doing ours. We're doing the same thing, but at the same time we are doing opposite things. What about that now, huh?)

Stereos as in stereotypes -> “we are smashing stereotypes while you are promoting your sick stereotype-oriented society” or “we are smashing stereotypes with the same effortlessness you encourage them because you have them in yourselves the same way we don't have them in ourselves”

Stereos as a nonsense -> “we are engaging in nonsense while you are preparing the world for its end” (hence, what's the point of everything? It's too sick to be cured. The meaning is lost) or “we are engaging in nonsense the same way you are sending the world to its end” (meaning, we are putting exactly the same effort into the things we are doing. But it only takes so much effort to engage in nonsense, implying that sending the world to its end is something you're doing mindlessly, which is also very scary because you people have no idea you're doing that or you just don't wanna see it)

Alright, that's my interpretation. This is me discussing how much I loved that line, that song title, hoping you don't mind me breaking it down word by word and telling you what it all meant to me, hoping it doesn't sound disrespectful or pretentious to like give you my interpretation of what you wrote. And also hoping that in the meanwhile you haven't answered my other question telling me that you chose the title for fun and that it doesn't mean anything really :)

RIA OH MY FUCKING FUCKING GOD

THIS IS SICK AND I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS I'M NOT EXAGGERATING WHEN I SAY I'M ON THE FLOOR SHAKING WHICH IS ACTUALLY WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT NOW

I LOVE THIS INTERPRETATIONS I'M GETTING ON ONE KNEE FOR YOU PLEASE MARRY ME IN A PLATONIC QUEER WAY PLEASE

I DO NOT HAVE WORDS THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER READ TODAY I WANT IT PRINTED ON MY WALL TO READ IT EVERYDAY IT'S GONNA BE LINKED IN MY WRITING INTRO POST BECAUSE WOAH YOU OPENED MY BRAIN IN A WAY I'D NEVER EVER IMAGINE I LOVE YOU PLEASE

this is me reading this all, I'm rereading it endlessly wow wow just wow i do not have enough words woa

[dingodad]

honestly i think the original comic only gave one word action descriptors to prince/bard and thief/rogue bc they’re kind of the only classes that can be coherently described like that? even prince/bard become kind of shaky with the “destroys with aspect/allows destruction through aspect” part of the definition, because like, what’s the meaningful difference between “destroys with aspect” and “fights with aspect”? ultimately all classes have powers relating to their aspect which they can and do use in combat/a destructive manner etc. i think the whole concept of the classpect doc only really exists because when passing your project to different writers you kind of need to define the worldbuilding you’re going off of and so you need to standardize your ideas, even if that’s not the most comprehensive way to store info. you can even kind of tell that the page definition was made with jake in mind because “fights to preserve hope” is a comprehensive idea, but applying it to other aspects is much less informative. like, doesn’t “fights to preserve time” also describe dave pretty well? ig that could play into the common speculation that page/knight are paired, but i can’t really think of a mirrored definition that could make a meaningful distinction in any way.

yeah i totally agree about the purpose of the classpect doc which is why i hate that rodriguez keeps threatening to reveal more of it LOL. like that's not for me to see!! your job is to make a story good enough that i'll WANT to know what it says forever but never actually have to see it!!

disagree strongly about destruction not being meaningfully defined for prince/bard though. like for one thing destroying "with aspect" is obviously only half of the equation, they also invite the destruction OF their aspect, and I think that's the way Dirk and Eridan's relationships with Heart and Hope are best defined. Dirk interacts with souls in a way that is intrinsically destructive, in a way that phrases like "fighting souls" or "fighting with souls" just don't accurately describe.

Dirk totally DOES fight against the Heart aspect and with the Heart aspect because like you say struggle and combat are just part of the sburb hero's personal quest, but that's just why "fight" would be a terrible one-word summary for a class - even one with overt implications of warfare like the Knight. which is also exactly why i find it dumb that classpect leads people to get into arguments about whether x class "uses / exploits their aspect" like that isn't the description of what every fucking class does. god.

i think the idea that each class pair should have a defining verb or whatever the fuck works really when we actually know which two classes form a given pair, because it allows us to understand the class by comparing it to its paired opposite (#gender). but when you look at the million classes that DON'T have a straightforward pair it becomes such a losers' game trying to squeeze two of them into one verb. like if we cut the superfluous "fights to" from the Page description, a "preserver" class actually sounds really interesting and very easy to meaningfully distinguish from other verbage -- but now we have to figure out what the other preserver class is without even knowing what 50% of the classes' POWERS even look like ?? 😭😭 and the page has always been so hard for me to pair because like we're saying it already had such a vivid description: it's the class that goes from weak to suddenly strong. it simply makes no sense to me that there is apparently another class in the list that is somehow equivalent to that. this simply makes classpect seem fake as shit

[theogbadbitch]

Um ma’am???? The slight domesticity threw me for a LOOP????? Was not expecting that, I miss them already 😭😭😭 (they will be back mind you , im just dramatic)

Textbook definition of matching each other’s freak!

“Her body was tight and when she woke up to the dark bruises covering her body she immediately thought back to how she got them. “ my girl is tore up!😭

"About last night," Terry speaks slowly. "If that was too much,-' well yes! But Nami can handle it because y’all are made for each other🙂‍↕️

“As a matter of fact, don't make any noise. You screamed enough last night.” Mind you HE was putting her THROUGH it????

"Go get in my bed."  I imagine his room to be some sort of American Psycho esque obsessively neat minimalist dungeon 😂😂😂

"I'm still that nigga, crawl." Here he go ya’ll here he go

"When you touch me, like that, I feel like im going to nut all over myself." He admitted. "I'm just sensitive to it." Especially to you. He thought. “ especially to you is crazy Terrance, what do you mean by that

"Can I touch you like that one day?" 

“You can do whatever you want. ‘Maybe someday.’ Nigga you not fooling anyone??? We got your tea now

“Dragging them towards his shoulders, stopping to give him time to push away. Instead he lowered his body between her legs, resting against her. Hands landed by his neck, her hand attempted to wrap around his. It earned her a laugh as he easily pulled it away and pinned it above her head. “

This feels strangely domestic and kinda sweet 🧍🏽‍♀️ feel like Terry about to say “sike” and put her in a headlock or something omg my nerves bad

“Hands landed by his neck, her hand attempting to wrap around him.” The imagery of her trying to choke him is killing me😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"I don't want to. I'm here until you get tired of me. And then I'm here after because I'm your girlfriend." I know that’s right Nami!!

“The longing she had in her voice their first meeting was replaced with comfort. “ Nami getting the Dom she’s been searching for and Terrance getting the girlfriend that can also handle his desires >>>>

"Then I need my girlfriend to roll back over so I can finish massaging her back." My jaw is hurting from how sweet this shit is!!!

“Nami laughed, swinging her hand around to try to hit him. Terry's laugh followed and for a brief moment he allowed himself to indulge in the playful dynamic. The nonsexual play was new to him.” Him not being used to experiencing both😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭my shayla!

“However, the gleam in her eyes as she went back and forth behind the table explained exactly what she wanted from him. Just him. “

“Wanted in that way scared Terry, though he wouldn't tell her that. However, he was willing to expose himself to her and only her. “

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Obsessed with this and them actually. 10/10 ma’am , it’s been a RIDE. Loved how you added in Terry not knowing how to navigate a romantic relationship with also being a dom and Nami being the one to bring him into more of that playful relationship dynamic outside of sex.

We know little to nothing about his previous submissives and relationships but it seems he’s never had both simultaneously..? As in , the others were always his submissives or girlfriends but those two sides never collided. It’s also very apparent that his dominance was suppressed for a while and thats why he was so eager to do everything with Nami. The touch thing intrigues me, I’m excited to see if his past gives more insight into that as well.

I love them and I will be wearing something lavender to the wedding bye.

Summary: His duality is confusion, disorienting, but there is a moment of connection with a promise for more.

Authors Note: 1. I know this is shorter than what I would normally post for this series. This isn't a smut heavy chapter. I allude to most of it. So I apologize if it is underwhelming! I really wanted a neutral stopping point. 2. This serves as the end of R.E.L.Ls and the beginning of Regulations. 3. This is the first story/series I've completed since returning to fanfiction! Thank you to all that read and commented and interacted. It means so much that you enjoyed it. Because I enjoyed writing it and I loved being able to share it with you.

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Nami realized she had slept way longer than usual. She was in Terry’s guest room curled into a ball. The door was open, she assumed so he could check on her. As she rolled to her side she noticed a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water. Her body did ache and as she stretched, she cried out in shock from the pain that spasmed through her body. 

“What’s up, sweet cheeks!”

A hand swatted her ass after the blankets were ripped from her body. 

Nami flinched and rolled to her back. Terry stood there with a big smile on his face. His eyes gave him away. Terry was still present. 

“I feel sore.” She whispered. 

“Is your throat hurting?” He asked.  He could see the marks from their session last night all over her body. 

Nami shook her head. 

“Good. Because I want it first. Sit on the floor. Breakfast is in fifteen minutes. Get cleaned up..” 

The only sound between them was their forks tapping against their plates. Nami was counting the moments for the pain killers to kick in and she could stretch the way she wanted to. Her body was tight and when she woke up to the dark bruises covering her body she immediately thought back to how she got them. The way her legs burned from being bound, her run through the maze, and the way he kept them pressed to her chest as he had his way with her, she didn't know if they still worked. 

Nami reached for her glass of orange juice, the flavor tart as she swallowed. She winced from the stretch. When she had woken up Terry had left some aspirin and a bottle of cool water on the bedside table. It took her a moment to peel herself from the soft bedding and when she did it felt like a semi-truck had crashed into her. 

"About last night," Terry speaks slowly. "If that was too much,-'

"It was a lot." Nami whispered. 

"Was there ever a moment you wanted me to stop?" He saw her eyes wander away from his. "Don't lie to me either." 

"It was so much," she replies. "That was unlike any experience I've ever had." Her fork dropped to her plate as she rubbed her temples. Flashes of who he was last night were hard to escape. It was like He was still there, taunting her. Her eyes flickered to him. 

A grin. 

Fuck. 

"The scene didn't end properly." He says while standing. "That's why you are so tense. No closure. CNC requires it." He rubs a hand around his stomach, scratching slightly. "I'll make it a bit more comfortable for you." 

She began to speak when he shook his head. "No talking. Just listening." 

Using two fingers, he motioned for her to get up. She pushed her chair back and watched him point to the spot in front of him. "Knees." 

Nami let out a long slow breath as she approached. She looked up at him and lowered slowly to her knees, keeping her eyes on his. This man liked to be looked at an admired. He lowered to his haunches in front of her. Pinching her chin between his fingers, he made her look at him. 

"I'm going to enjoy you today." He says. "You know the basics, no touching, no cuming unless I say so, no talking." He stands back up. "As a matter of fact, don't make any noise. You screamed enough last night. I just want you to lie there and let me taste you." 

It could all be so simple. She thought. His expression was too giddy. He might not have tasted her before but the man in front of her knew how wet she got at the thought. 

"Because I don't want you speak, I'm giving you a few hand signals to use." 

Nami nodded and He took a few steps back, plopping down in the chair he had just left. 

"Three taps for permission. The only thing you should think about is not letting yourself cum. This is beyond edging. I'm a hungry man, Mimi, and I just want to eat some pussy so….' he kissed his teeth loudly. "Go get in my bed."  

Her eyes darted up to his face as if she hadn't heard him. Her mouth dropped open like she wanted to ask him to repeat himself. She lifted her hand and pointed towards his room instead. 

"I will change my mind," he snapped. "Go get in my bed. On your back, hands above your head, legs open." 

Nami went to stand, but He stopped her. Pushing her back down, she nearly falls backwards. Catching herself she looks up at him confused. 

"I'm still that nigga, crawl." 

He followed behind her, tugging off his shirt as he walked. He picked up her cuffs from the table as they passed, the lights shutting out as he turned them off. The dark curtains in his room shrouded the room in a layer of darkness. The bedside lamp was just enough to see but not ruin them noir like mood. Nami crawled onto the bed, flipping over to her back and tossing her hands above her head. Terry grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the side of the bed where the light was. It casted a golden glow on them, making the ambience in the room movie like. If it wasn't Him she'd call it romantic. 

He walked to the other side of the bed and bound her writs, tugging them backwards as he hooked her in. He knelt on the bed behind her, placing his knees on either side of his head. He lowered his sweats and she watched his dick slide out, tapping against his stomach once, before hanging just above her face.  His hand dipped between her legs and like he knew, he pushed his dick into her open mouth. 

"Keep it warm." 

He leaned forward and she tugged against her binds. Her legs were pushed apart before two fingers wiggled their way into her pussy. As he leaned, his dick slid further down her throat. He pushed breaths out her nose rapidly, trying to gather herself so she could breathe properly. His fingers began to move, pumping slowly as his thumb stroked her clit. 

He pulled his hands out and she could hear how wet she was. He leaned up just a little, wiping her wetness from his fingers on her inner thighs. He straddled Nami's head and pulled her legs backwards. Throat constricting around his dick, Nami felt so exposed. However, her pussy throbbed. The anticipation made hr clench around nothing. 

He felt her breathing hard through her nose and he drew his hips backwards just a little. Spit was running out the side of her mouth, making it slick just like her pussy. He began to move his hips. The lust came over him and her legs dropped from his hands. Instead, he put one hand on her throat, holding her still so he could fuck her throat properly. Only this time he was deeper, churning up spit he had to pull out so she didn't choke on it. 

"Spit it out." He ordered. 

He rubbed it down her chest before tapping the tip of is dick against her lips. 

"Open up." 

Nami's eyes widened as he pushed forward. This time he began stroking himself with her throat. Back and forth as she swallowed around him. The noises she made wanted to come out so badly. The moans were stuck in her throat and she knew better than to make a sound. Clenching her eyes shut, she did what he told her to earlier. 

Don't cum. 

However, just as much as she liked the feel of his dick deep inside of her, the thought of it also brought out the same explosive feelings. To much 'what if' and she was creaming whatever toy she could find at home. Though he didn't need to know that. So she focused on him. The sounds He was making as he had his way with her mouth. She wasn't able to see but she could imagine his blue-green eyes were closed, his mouth parted just enough for him to let out a shaky breath. He was vulnerable in his passion. Planting her feet on the bed for stability, Nami lifted her head and he instantly grabbed it. Terry held the back of her head in one of his hands. 

He came unexpectedly, the salty liquid mixed with her spit and oozed from between her lips as he pulled out her mouth. Her head turned to the side as she gasped for air, an involuntary motion she hoped he didn't hold against her. Stepping back, he admired his work. 

"You suck dick like you were made for it, Nami." He praises. "Good fucking girl." 

"You can come as much as you want baby," he cooed in her ear. His hips churned between her legs as she gripped the back of his shoulder. Her nails dug into his skin, the permissible area marked up by crescent shapes. "Make all the noise you need to," he whispered, granting her permission He had taken away earlier. 

"Oh shit," she cursed, finding her voice hoarse and broken, but to him the moans sounded symphonic. 

Heavy handed, Terry places warm oil into his hands. He rubbed them together before grabbing her calf. He worked the oil in slowly. Her bath had been long, the water warmed periodically to keep Nami comfortable. He had bathed her, murmuring how proud he was of her for dealing with Him. Between the praise and sensual touch, Nami melted like ice cream in Daddy's hands. 

Now, face down on the bed, she groaned as he worked the soreness from her body. If his hands were this magical on his legs, she knew by the time he got to her back she'd combust. 

"Can I ask you something," Nami says while turning her head to the side. 

Terry was working his way up her thigh when he stopped. "Yes." 

"Why won't you let me touch you?" 

He was silent for a few minutes. His hands worked up her back, then back down, stopping at her waist. He dug the heel of his hand into her muscles, loosening them and making her pliant. 

"Whatchu cryin' for, baby," he asks. 

He notices the tears on her cheeks and softens his gaze. "I'm hitting that spot huh," he gloats, hips thrusting at an angle that made hr see stars. 

"It's not about you." He states. "I want you to touch me." 

She was confused but didn't say anything. Instead, she focused on his hands. How skillful he was with them. How he could be restrained or unhinged or both if the moment presented itself. 

"How does it feel when I finally let you cum?" He asks. 

She turned her head as much as she could to see his face. His expression was neutral, slightly annoyed she had moved, but their eyes met seconds later. 

"When you touch me, like that, I feel like im going to nut all over myself." He admitted. "I'm just sensitive to it." Especially to you. He thought. 

"Look at that pussy," he admired aloud. "Fucking up my sheets, pussy more than soaked," he drew his hips pack, the tip barely poking at her wet hole. 

"Can I touch you like that one day?" 

You can do whatever you want. "Maybe someday." 

He reached beside him and into his bedside table. Pulling out the familiar diamond, he hooked Nami's collar around her neck. He didn't like it worn during their sessions thinking it would break with one wrong move. Instead he wanted it worn as a reminder and a warning. 

He rolled her to her back, his eyes on the collar as the diamond sat against her brown skin. "Perfect." 

They kissed briefly, but it felt different this time. He wasn't rushing, he wasn't trying to take control, he was gentle and giving. Nami brought her hands up slowly, muttering against his lips she was going to touch his arms. A safe place. He deepened the kiss, permission granted as he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. 

She smoothed her hands over his arms. Dragging them towards his shoulders, stopping to give him time to push away. Instead he lowered his body between her legs, resting against her. Hands landed by his neck, her hand attempted to wrap around his. It earned her a laugh as he easily pulled it away and pinned it above her head. 

"You still play too fucking much." 

"I see how much you enjoy it when it do." 

"That's why you got turned out last night," he flicked her nose. "After dominating you like that, there's no going back." 

"I know." She pressed her fingertips to his chest, just barely touching, and saw his stomach clench. "I don't want to. I'm here until you get tired of me. And then I'm here after because I'm your girlfriend."

Over the past few weeks he noticed a difference in her confidence. Her personality was shining and he knew he was giving her exactly what she needed. The longing she had in her voice their first meeting was replaced with comfort. 

"Then I need my girlfriend to roll back over so I can finish massaging her back." 

"You better not touch my butt."

The same eyes that could stun her into submission rolled in humor. He placed a hand between her shoulder places and moved her side to side, getting her to unfold her ams and lie flat. When he had her where he wanted, his hand palmed her ass before shaking the cheeks back and forth. 

Nami laughed, swinging her hand around to try to hit him. Terry's laugh followed and for a brief moment he allowed himself to indulge in the playful dynamic. The nonsexual play was new to him. He felt awkward chasing her around the house whens he fled the bed. However, the gleam in her eyes as she went back and forth behind the table explained exactly what she wanted from him. Just him. 

Wanted in that way scared Terry, though he wouldn't tell her that. However, he was willing to expose himself to her and only her. 

[front-facing-pokemon]

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

TSV season 1 looks at the question "Why would anyone worship an evil god?" And answers "What other choice do we have?" What other choice do we have when the legacy of everyone we have ever loved and lost weigh heavy on our shoulders? What other choice do we have when there is some deep unfulfilled Want in us and this is the only thing that said it could complete us? What other choice do we have when this is our entire world from our home to our workplace to everything in between? What choice do we have when all we see is devastation from equally terrifying hungry beings that will surely kill us if our god doesn't protect us? What choice do we have when this is the only thing we have ever known?

And thing is even if you try to escape? This world won't let you. Most likely you are going to be dragged back kicking and screaming and turned into a grotesque monster against your will. Most likely someone with a gun to your head will keep you in check. And even if you do escape the god that has done nothing but taken from you and hurt you and destroyed you and killed you and broken you down and turned you into something horrid?

Well there's another one, just as hungry, just as wretched, just as evil, right behind you and waiting to eat embrace you.

[thatsmellofrain]

to the people saying jinx could never reciprocate ekko's love in the main timeline because of everything she's been going through... i need you to examine your unconscious biases against mentally ill characters

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer came over: That's not true.

Adam: No one else is here.

Okay, that was true. But that was because it likely wouldn't go well if Eve came, Lilith didn't give a shit, and Lucifer chewed Michael out. He knew fully well that those two were dating, said he blamed it on the drinks.

Fucker had two beers.

Lucifer: I'm here...... Look, you don't have to go back to the cabin, at least let me take you into town so you can get a room at a motel until morning. It's cold out here.

Adam breathed out and a puff of his air came out, it was getting rather cold and it felt like his tears had frozen to his cheeks.

Maybe Lucifer had a point.

Adam: What the fuck am I supposed to do in the morning?

Lucifer: Anything you want.

Adam thought about it and sighed, he really didn't have a choice. He didn't come out here to........ You know. He just really needed to be alone.

Adam: Yeah okay......

He went with Lucifer back to his SUV, apparently Lucifer had the hindsight to bring his things in case Adam said yes.

Lucifer: I was thinking of getting my own room in town anyway.

Adam: Why? What about Lilith?

Lucifer gripped the steering wheel: We.... We kinda got into it after you left. Not just me and Lilith but with Michael too........ We broke up.

Adam: Oh.....

Lucifer: It's kind of been a long time coming...... Just a bunch of shit coming to a head.

He pulled into the parking lot of the motel, Lucifer rubbed his eyes. It was now that Adam noticed how tired he looked.

Lucifer: Well, here we are. Did you need a hand with your things or no?

✨️Break Up✨️

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

((Sorry this took a hot second 😅))

Eve: Don't worry, Ad, you'll have a great time, I promise!

The woman wrapped her arms around Adam's shoulders, rubbing the curves of muscle. She could tell her boyfriend was tense. Ever since they got an invite to a group chat with all their friends, he hadn't been acting like himself.

Eve: I... I know Lilith and Lucifer are going to be there- but you don't need to worry about them- this is a reunion, alright? We'll have a great time at the cabin and completely ignore them. Sound good?

Adam looked away and shrugged: She always has something to say, Ev. Fucking- always. She can't just keep her mouth shut... she always finds a way to make me feel like shit... and Lucifer doesn't fucking help, looking at me like I'm some deformed lamb.

Eve chuckled: Love, I didn't grow up on a farm. I don't know that look.

Adam: ...it's fucking- pity or something. Disgust- shame? I don't know... I just feel pathetic when he looks at me...

Eve: Well- not this weekend, salting! You'll have a great time, and forget they're even there! Go one, Ad. Go pack a bag. We'll leave at 9am tomorrow morning, yeah?

Knowing there was no arguing or talking Eve out of this, Adam groaned and nodded, leaving the room to pack.

He had a horrible feeling about this weekend. Something was going to happen, and he wasn't going to like it. And Adam had a feeling Likith or Lucifer were going to have something to do with it.

[shima-draws]

Me: BRO. Can you imagine if Luffy activated Gear 5 2 years earlier at Marineford

AO3: Hey boo I gotchu

Me: AY-YO????

[sir-adamus]

every time a rwby character shows up on those fuckass polls it always gets a bunch of shitheads crawling out of the woodwork to shit on the show with fucking unnecessary, spiteful comments about it (not to mention the people making the polls seem to be fucking allergic to presenting shit with any fairness and stacking the polls against the rwby characters on at least two occasions now)

[kantraels]

fseer funniest behaviors

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

They're elves of the shadowfell, normal human height. They specialize in teleportation and invisibility, with the casters among them throwing in confusion and fear and illusion. Be careful though, as any trained in combat start making non-elves slower and worse while within 10 feet. From depression, from the sound of it. Their angst about being more ancient and timeless than you wordlessly attaches to you like a parasite, slowing you down. Good for if you enjoy concepts like-

Shadows, but like DARKER than shadow, that lash out when they're moody

looking beautiful unless in shadow, in which case they're corpselike

ignoring pointless things like "comfort" and "morals" and "rules"

being the chosen of the Raven Queen, and on her behalf collecting dark tragedy, sorrow, and feelings of loss.

being corpse pale with jet black hair, pure black eyes, and covered with tattoos/piercings/anything that would make a generic white suburban mom in the 50's scream in terror.

Lumping them all together because they're all the same outside one having mage hand and such. Idc what weapon they're holding.

[seyaryminamoto]

Hello! Long time no see :) hope all is well!

Not sure if you’re still taking Q&A’s, but I was curious about your opinion in regard to this newest addition in the ATLA live action casting for toph. They have opted with making her “more feminine”. I have seen your interpretation of toph and it was very well executed all the way around. From her friendships and admirations, to her romance and personal struggles/goals. It was well rounded and very in character. That being said, do you think making her more feminine will be an issue? Would adding femininity, -in your opinion- take away from her accomplishments as a character ? Would it ruin what she stands for and the social standards she went against? Or could this be a not so serious variable that affects Toph as an individual? This isn’t counting any other changes the creators have/will make ofc.) I look forward to your answer whenever you have a chance.

Thank you for these latest chapters btw, they have been a true delight! Best of luck to you in your future works. XO - a fan

Hello there! I have a lot of stuff to answer and it's been piling on, but yeah, I've been terribly busy lately, so I'm sorry for that :( but here's your answer, and I'll keep it as... concise as I can make it. Haha... ha. It's me, brevity is not in my nature.

Usually, with ATLA's liveaction, I've been able to trace the reasoning behind their choices. Some, of course, are completely ridiculous and can't be justified as anything but fanservice (looking at you, 41st division), but with several others, while the effectiveness of the changes can be questionable, I can trace where they're coming from and why they're trying to do that.

I have struggled to make sense out of why Toph would suddenly need to be less of a tomboy and more feminine. I have a couple of theories right now: one of them is that they believe it would be culturally unlikely for a highborn girl to be too much of a tomboy for believability's sake. While I could, perhaps, concede on this on SOME level... I also find myself thinking on many modern Korean TV series I've watched, where even if the story takes place in the Joseon era, the female leads might even crossdress as male in order to have a stronger role in society, thus, they can be depicted as... not all that feminine? Not COMPLETELY, usually, because there always needs to be some level of femininity to sell the perfect romance, apparently... but they're willing to provide the characters with different facets of personality that make femininity a backdrop, rather than the core of the character.

If this is what they're going for with Toph, then I guess our Blind Bandit's going to be K-Drama-ized. Sort of. I'm not entirely sure whether that will make her believable as a character at all when you consider what her role was like throughout Book 2, unfortunately, but it's, as usual, a case of reaching your own conclusions when we see it live.

The second option is one I find a little more outrageous: the show may be looking to disregard a lot of "character stereotypes" from the 2000's. The erasure of Sokka's early sexism most likely comes from this logic (the bad writing around the rest of his character, unfortunately, makes it a lot harder to love him even if his egalitarian view of society should make him more likeable, weird self-own there...), it's an attempt to "modernize" the story and show us the character as something other than your stereotypical 2000's male cartoon character who masks his insecurities behind sexism. And I will say, in my eyes, the logic of "modernizing" a story is the very reason why remakes are supposed to exist: the issue comes when the people creating these remakes somehow fail to hit the mark and their new version winds up being less genuine and more shallow than the original (see most of Disney's liveaction remakes, ofc). I don't think ATLA's liveaction is necessarily doing EVERYTHING wrong, but while the changes can have their logic, in this instance it would be really hard to argue that the logic sustains itself, because...

I don't know who on earth finds tomboy characters offensive, but if such people do exist? I hope they step on a lego.

Tomboy characters can be great representation and validation for girls who (like me) weren't all that gender-conforming. It could even help some people make sense of their own gender dysphoria! All of which is very modern and forward thinking and not at all stereotypical of the 2000's because nobody in that era was creating these characters for those purposes. But upon removing Toph's "tomboy" status in order to turn her into a more "traditional girl", it leads me to think that Mai's NOT going to be a goth girl because "that's no longer such a common personality type, 20 years later, so its dated and needs to be removed", and Ty Lee is suddenly going to be written as an erudite because a carefree girl who doesn't seem to be all that intellectually inclined (note that she CAN be depicted as smart in her original characterization, it's merely that it's clear her interests don't lie in knowledge or so, she's a physical, spiritual kind of person, not bookish by any means) would be offensive and enforcing the idea that feminine girls are stupid! All of which would, of course, turn them into entirely different characters.

Toph was a great tomboy, a lot of people loved her for it, and a lot of people liked that she could be this while also being blind. It's possible that the liveaction people think that tomboy + blind are one too many traits and she needs to be nerfed (...???) in order to handle her better? I don't even know. While I can't say for sure how bad the result will be once this version of the show releases, I'm not very confident that this change will help her character in any way. I actually think Katara ended up having a curious arc in Book 1's liveaction, if not what her fans wanted, and I don't mind a lot of the changes they gave Aang. Zuko... eh, I will never love him, that much is obvious, but I appreciated that he seemed to take his mission and his honor a lot more seriously than in the show, where he seemed to think that sailing everywhere to find the Avatar was enough to get results even before Aang broke out of the iceberg (the fact that he had a BOOK here where he wrote things down was such a nice change! I was caught off guard completely by the notion that Zuko can write, let alone investigate things! :'D).

But this Toph change honestly seems to lean more towards the Sokka change... in the sense that on paper MAYBE they have their reasons and yet in practice it could just result in a character being completely derailed from its purpose and crippled on a characterization level, which then gets overcompensated with... uh... unnecessary convoluted matters like "my dad doesn't approve of me, my life is useless, this is where all my insecurities come from :((((", for instance.

Time will tell and I guess we'll have to watch it to see whether it works or not... but unless they leaked this information to gauge how to calibrate this change based on fan reaction? I'm not sure this is going to be remotely as agreeable a change as the liveaction's creators might have hoped it was.

Addressing your specific questions: a more feminine Toph will definitely need a wholly different character construction. Her clashes with Katara are bound to lean towards classism now ("I'm highborn, you're a peasant, why would you expect me to set up your tent? You should be the one setting up mine, lesser being"), which won't make her any more agreeable as a character, as long as they do retain some of the story beats from Book 2, ofc. Her training of Aang will definitely be weird because Toph was supposed to be the embodiment of earth, so in tune with her element that she's basically a rock, or metal once she develops that one. And worth noting, she develops metalbending by punching stuff: this isn't very feminine :'D I'm not entirely sure how they intend to recreate these scenes if her character will be fundamentally altered.

I do think that, unless the tomboy side is replaced by something even more impressive (and I can't really think of something), this change won't be very agreeable for me. A great deal of what draws people to characters like Toph is their personality and their willingness to go against the norm. She does this by being a tomboy and by being blind but embracing her condition rather than bemoaning how sad she is about it. And the issue is, considering Toph's background, the only things I can see them replacing the tomboyish behavior with, in order to obtain similar results, is... making her a social snob. Which people won't like. I, at least, can't imagine anyone enjoying that switch. Otherwise? She'll just be a cute, chirpy girl who is perfectly complacent and compliant with everything, meaning there will be no conflict with her character and all issues between her and the Gaang, while shortlived in canon, will be rendered non-existent altogether here.

So... yeah, I'm not exactly hyped, if still slightly curious as to what exactly they're planning to do to her character. It does remind me of Sokka's changes too, because... I don't really hate that he wasn't sexist. But I disliked the writing around him so much that the removal of sexism legit did nothing to improve him, in my eyes (I won't say the lack of sexism made him worse, though, it was the REST of the writing that did that). As a flaw for his character that I didn't really care for, it's weird that its removal didn't help my view of their Sokka in the least, so I am admittedly wary that a personality trait I DID like, Toph's tomboyish demeanor, will get nerfed or deleted outright... and it's hard to believe this can be an improvement for her. We'll have to wait and see.

Also? Thank you very much for your kind words regarding how I characterized Toph <3 I actually got used to Toph fans not being very happy with how I wrote her since she was so very aggressive and bold at the start instead of having softer sides all along, but that's why you write very long complicated stories! To flesh things out as you go along rather than since day one x'D Along with that, an older Toph whose life grievances festered for about 7 extra years, and who never had the Gaang's influence, sounded like one hell of a molotov cocktail of a character to me, so I really enjoyed working with her based on this premise. So glad you've enjoyed her <3 and really happy to hear you've enjoyed the newest chapters too! Finally a bit of deserved respite, haha, be it for you guys or for our main dorks <3