#dont shit where you eat folks

[ourdreamsareneon]

When your coworker that is of beekeeping age tells you he's contemplating taking up beekeeping

[innalheid]

Feeling very Ascension by Gorillaz ft Vince Staples at 2:18

[ygslvr]

Jealousy, that shit gon' eat your heart out

Ony x Afab Reader

Word Count: 2,015

Just me talkin: This a “lil short” sumsum i thought of while making my gojo ff and this is also the first ever thing imma put on this platform so treat this shit with love and be nice bc ian scared to cuss a ho out okiii byyeeee hugs and mfkn kisses

Warings: Language, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP and uhhh just alot of shit read with caution fuck 🧍🏽‍♀️

Summary: You And Ony go to his neighborhood to visit his grandma and him to hang around his fam just for a bitch to be all up on him and grind on him and he don't do nun bout it but thats okay you will

“Alright Ma we almost there,i need you need you to please be on your best behavior” He squeezes your thigh to emphasize his please

If youre being honest you hardly heard him bc you were too busy staring at how FINE and DIVINE your man looked i mean cmonnn now he had on his jewelry,chains and studs, look so good on his ass. And he was in a white tee with a black jacket and black sweatpants and made that shit look good asl. Ou the things you could do to him ouuuu the things the things mannnn you can just su-

“BAE”

You snap out of you lil trance you was in “huh, oh yeah yeah you know i got class i could neverrrr”

“Mhm” he rubs your thigh and pulls into the neighborhood

“You're the one i need to be telling that” you say as you pull down the mirror to check out your hair and makeup before yall get there. Ony looks over at you with a confused expression. “What?”

“Dont what me bitch yk i look good” You look over and start caressing yourself and moving your hair out the way so he can see your outfit

“Chill out with that bitch shit yk how i feel bout dat shit” He lowers his voice on the last part

“Mhm i know baby can get sensitivveee” you say in a baby voice making a concerned face while patting his shoulder

You arrive at his folks house and they is boominggg. I mean,lil kids running around in the front yard, old heads on the porch watching the kids and cars that pass by, a bouncy house for the kids, and you can just smell the good ass food from the driveway. Ony watch you get out the car and you both start walking to the house.

-Imma skip some bc while i was editing I noticed half of this was useless talking making my word count go up so I deleted it..🤭-

You're sat down by Ony’s Aunts and female cousins talking about any and everyone. You can see where he gets his chill demeanor from all of his fam is cool asfk. Ony is sitting next to you with his hand firmly on your thigh,chopping it up with his uncles cousins and friends. Somehow their convo gets to dice and they get up and go to shoot some. As ony is leaving he kisses you on the cheek and tells you he’ll be back and after that y'all could go then he kisses you on the lips and leaves.

“Oooo you got him hooked in lovee honey i never saw him this tranced” One of his aunts say as she pats your arm

You giggle and turn towards them “I dont get what you guys mean, does he seem that in love with me?”You smile

They all collectively say ‘Hell Yeah’

Everyone was vibin and you and his family just choppin it up talking about everything and anything. Ony and his people back there loud playing dice, dominos, and spades just cursing,slamming stuff , and loud. But it aint mind yall it was just a cozy time bonding with his family that's until as one if his aunts is talking she looks behind you and just trails off then the rest of his people turn around and looks and all collectively start to gape in that direction , so you decide to turn around and see what's happening. You turn back when you don't see anything but people, you give them a confused look and one of his Cousins explains “You see that girl with red highlights that just walked in and making her way to ony? Well that was one of ony coulda been girls they talked and prolly even hooked up we dont know but they was close as fuck people thought they were dating but ony hard denied it thats how close.” You turn around and look and by the time you do she alr made her way to the table they was at, you turn back “Not to be rude but they used to be close so why yall so shocked she here” you said smiling.

The worst that could happen is that they still talk just recently stopped talking or he crazy about her or sumn but nahhhh ony aint stupid he know you batshit crazy like yo mama

Another cousin of his continues “He aint tell you girl? That bitch is bat shit crazy but Ony being the nice boy he is never told the hoe about herself, like he should of but hey imma hold my ones with that.”

You give a confused look

“GIRL HE REALLY AINT TELL YOU?! Well miss thang be all up on facebook and instagram posting him claiming they still together using pictures from like 3 years ago even said they got a baby together the baby is one…. girl….like give it up”

One of his other cousins chime in “And ony being a lil bitch dont tell her shit telling us to ignore it and she gon shut up but nu uh that hoe is still going and ion think she gon sto- uh oh?” She stopped when she looked behind you and everyone eyes followed including yours just to see the girl all up ony in the seat right next to him. Like she had her leg over one of his and touching his arm they whole package and wtf was ony doing? Smilin and telling her chill … this nigga want you to be on first 48…

Like him having an old fling? Ok as long as they not still doing shit, especially behind yo back. The old fling came to his family function after he cut her off? She crossed a line not a thick one but its whatever don’t cross the thick line and you good. Being all up on my nigga and feeling on him like he yours and y’all engaged. Bitch you need to move immediately. THAT GOOD FOR NUN ASS NIGGA JUST SITTING THERE SMILING??? Ok bitch you think im stupid and ima a soft ass hoe playing on my fucking top.

You turn back, dig in your purse for your perfume spray sum on you and tell his family to excuse you and that you'd be back. As you get up you grab your drink in case that bitch try sum. You sip on it as you make your way to the table ony. As you're making your way to him you don't take your eyes off him and eventually he looks at you and the look in your eyes makes him have a confused expression. You dont know if this nigga confused on what you finna do or if he confused why you looking at him like that. And you dont know why his good for nun ass is confused, unless he acting dumb…. Ouuu you finna fuck this nigga UP

You make it over to his seat and kick that roach’s leg off your husband and ever so politely sit on his lap. You hear the girls in the back CACKLING , you don't mind that the Ony wanted you to behave oh so bad before yall pulled up giving you that bitch ass speech in the car just to come act like this. So you do what your man said and behave. And you look over to that fishy ass tramp next to him.

“ Hi, I’m Ony’s Girlfriend, Soon to be fiance . I SEE y'all are pretty close so i decided to come over to introduce myself”You smile big and hold out your hand to shake hers making sure to show off the big ass promise ring he got you that can practically be an engagement ring.

Bet he aint get yo cricket booty ass nun like that before huh bitch?

The bitch is looking at you like you took her granny cane, slapped her mama, and hexed her whole family line down to the newborns. “Uhhh…” You say as you look at your hand waiting for her to acknowledge it. After 2 more seconds you put it back in your lap not bothered by her, fixing yourself on Ony lap. The aura is still tight but his family try to loosen the vibe and start back their dice game. “Nu uh bitch you gon have to get the fuck up.” The whole backyard went dead. You look at the ho then start looking around because she couldn't possibly be talking to you. Nahhhh she was talking to someone else. She needed to be talking to someone else because this bitch was playing with water and electricity. Because you finna light her ass up, nah she wasn't talking to you impossible nahhhhh. Then she grips your arm and snatch you up, “ i dont know why yo ass looking around im talking to you get off my fucking husband”

This bitch don lost her fucking mind… NAH FUCK DAT SHE WASNT BORN WITH ONE OBVIOUSLY.“Listen here trick if yo sour pussy ass don't let go off me i know sum”

Ony soft bitch ass in the back talm bout sum “Chillout, sit yall ass down” He makin you mad the more his ass does sum. But you ain't even worried about that. You take one last sip of your drink and chuck it at that tramp. Beaucoup people jump up and others watch making noises. But nah fuck dat you finna handle this ho. You cock back and punch that bitch just throwing hits not even caring if you hit the ho or not, but you are TRUST. She start hitting back and yall end up on the ground, you ain't gon lie this bitch hitting hard so you make sure to hit harder. You just thowin the bitches hitting her in the titty and her face. Until you get pulled off and yall get broken up and Ony holding you, as one more rebellion you kick the bitch and spit on her. “ ALRIGHT CHILLOUT. STOP” Ony say as he start to carry yo ass out. You think you did too much til you hear his aunts and cousins hyping you up and tellin the rest of the fam to let that bitch stay on the ground. You don't get to hear it for long as ony throw you in the back seat and lock the car as he go back to get y'all shit.

You just sit there bc aint no point in running back and finishing that hoe you already don showed her ass a whole new world. It's over now so you just sit back and fix yourself. After a good 5 mins you finally hear Ony come back and hear him apologizing for your behavior over and over again. He gets in the car and looks at you through the rear view mirror. He sighs and starts the car and pulls off to take yall home.

It’s been a good 15 minutes of silence before you decide to speak up. “Yo punk ass had her all over you so don’t blame me.” You say looking in the mirror for his reaction. He looked up and started pulling the car over.

OKKKKK IMMA END IT HEREEEE BC IM TOO SCARED WHEN I WRITE SMUT ITS GON BE BAD BUT IMMA LET YALL IMAGINATION RUN WILD and if i get free time this week maybe a part twoo???

[libingan]

— wolf’s den. (final chapter.)

summary: after finding yourself lost in the forest, you accidentally stumble across a wolf’s den. unfortunately for you, his intentions are dark and possessive—he's chosen you to be his mate, dragging you into a nightmarish world where escape seems impossible.

cw: kidnapping, dark content, noncon, power imbalance, possessiveness, violence, cannibalism, death, wolf hybrid! ghost x bunny hybrid! reader

here it folks, the final chapter! it’s done, it’s over! thank u guys for eating this shit up but honestly i feel like this was one of my… idk? i dont want to say bad, but it’s definitely not my best lolz

writing dark content isnt my forte lmao this is actually my first time writing something this gorey HAHSHWSHW

part 4 | the aftermath

the oppressive nature of simon’s control became a constant, unrelenting force as your pregnancy progressed. his obsession with ensuring your safety transformed into a tyrannical dominance over every aspect of your life. the freedom you once had was now a distant memory, replaced by a suffocating confinement that left you feeling more like a prisoner than a partner — which you always were.

the heavy metal collar around your neck was a constant reminder of your restricted autonomy. chained to the bedpost, you were confined to a small area, barely able to reach the meager portions of food simon allowed you. the food was meticulously rationed—just enough to keep you alive but never enough to fully satisfy your hunger. this arrangement made you feel like an object rather than a person.

simon’s visits were marked by his cold efficiency. he would come into the room with an air of detached concern. “you know the rules,” he’d say with a chilling calmness as he checked the small amount of food left for you. “you’re only to eat what i’ve provided. it’s for your safety and the baby’s.”

“this isn’t living, simon!” you would protest, your voice tinged with frustration. “it’s a prison! i need more space, more freedom.”

“this is for your own good,” simon would respond with a steely edge. “you don’t understand the risks involved. i can’t afford to be lenient.”

the psychological toll of your confinement was severe. each day blended into the next, marked only by simon’s harsh rules and the stifling sense of isolation. his rare visits were a grim reminder of his control, each encounter underscored by his relentless authority.

when labor began, it was sudden and brutal. the first sign came with a sharp, searing pain that made you gasp and clutch the bed. a warm rush of liquid between your legs signaled your water breaking, soaking through the bed and creating a damp, unsettling mess. the shock of your water breaking was followed by an intense wave of contractions that took your breath away. the pain was relentless and overwhelming, radiating through your lower body with an intensity that left you writhing.

the contractions came in waves, each one more excruciating than the last. you gripped the bed, your bunny ears drooping with exhaustion and fear. the room was filled with the sounds of your struggle, the heavy breathing, and simon’s calming yet authoritative voice.

simon’s reaction was a mix of urgency and a controlled demeanor. his wolf ears perked up with concern, and his tail flicked restlessly behind him as he rushed to your side. he moved with grim efficiency, his hands firm yet surprisingly gentle as he took in the scene.

“breathe, love,” simon instructed, his voice a blend of authority and reassurance. “focus on your breathing. we need to get through this.”

“i can’t fucking handle this!” you gasped, tears streaming down your face. “it’s too much. i need help!”

“you can handle this,” simon insisted, his grip on your hand steady. “push through the pain. we’re almost there. you’re strong, and we’ll get through this together.”

the hours dragged on, marked by your strained breaths and his unwavering support. simon’s hands guided you through each contraction with a combination of force and tenderness. the room, once filled with hope and life, became a grim tableau of pain and exhaustion. your bunny ears were drooping with fatigue, and your body trembled with each wave of labor. simon’s wolf ears twitched with a mix of anxiety and determination, and his tail was stiff with focus.

finally, after what felt like an eternity of agonizing pain, the cries of the newborn pups pierced the air. the relief was profound but short-lived. you lay back on the bed, utterly exhausted, your body trembling from the ordeal. simon’s expression shifted from intense focus to something darker as he held the tiny, blood-slicked bodies in his hands.

as you lay there, spent and weak, you saw simon’s gaze turn from the pups to you, and then to the blood-soaked room. your bunny ears twitched in fear, and you were barely able to muster the strength to speak.

“simon?” you whispered, your voice cracking with exhaustion. “what the hell are you doing?”

simon’s eyes, once filled with awe, now revealed a disturbing hunger. his wolf ears perked up with a predatory gleam, and his tail flicked with primal excitement. he ignored your plea, his gaze locked onto the tiny bodies.

the blood from the pups pooled around you, and simon’s primal urge became palpable. his fangs elongated as he brought one of the pups to his mouth. the sickening sound of tearing flesh filled the room as he bit down, consuming the fragile body. the blood flowed freely, staining his hands and face.

“no, simon, please!” you screamed, your voice hoarse and desperate. “you’re killing them! you’re killing me! please, just stop!”

simon’s primal instincts had completely overtaken him. he continued to devour the remaining pups with a ravenous intensity, each bite more brutal than the last. his wolf tail lashed wildly, and his eyes were filled with a primal, insatiable need. the blood smeared across his face and hands, and the room was filled with the grotesque sounds of consumption.

the once-innocent cries of the newborns were replaced by the sickening squelch of flesh being torn apart. as simon’s hunger drove him further, the blood from the pups mixed with the blood flowing from your own body. the room was now a grisly scene of blood and gore, and the smell was nauseating.

when simon had finished with the pups, his gaze turned to you with a predatory hunger. the blood, now staining the bed and the floor, heightened his primal urge. his wolf ears were twitching with excitement, and his tail was stiff with anticipation.

simon’s movements were slow, deliberate, and unsettling as he crawled toward you on all fours. his predatory gaze never left you, his wolf ears twitching with each labored breath you took. your body was weak from the intense labor, and your attempts to move away were pitifully ineffective. the blood loss had left you trembling and disoriented, and the pain was excruciating.

“simon, no…” you whimpered, trying to crawl away, but your strength was gone. “please, don’t do this. i can’t… i can’t…”

simon’s eyes remained fixed on you, his hunger growing more intense with each passing moment. “you’re so weak,” he said, his voice low and chilling. “i’ve seen what you’re capable of. you won’t be able to get away.”

he moved closer, his fangs bared and his tail flicking with anticipation. your bunny ears drooped, and you felt a surge of panic as you realized the full extent of your helplessness.

“no, please, simon,” you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. “i beg you. don’t do this to me. i need to live. i’m begging you. please, stop!”

but simon’s primal instincts had completely overtaken him. driven by his wolf instincts, he closed the distance between you with an unrestrained ferocity. his fangs sank into your flesh with a brutal force, the pain was immediate and excruciating. it was a brutal, fiery torment that radiated through every fiber of your being, far surpassing any pain you had ever felt. you screamed, the sound tearing from your throat in a raw, desperate cry. the room seemed to spin around you, and your vision became a blur of anguish and disorientation.

in those agonizing moments, fragments of your life flashed before your eyes. memories of happier days, the faces of loved ones, and the dreams you once cherished flickered like haunting shadows. each memory was a stark contrast to the searing pain you were enduring, creating a disorienting, tragic montage of your past.

the weight of despair pressed down on you as the blood flowed freely, mixing with the remnants of the pups. your strength waned rapidly, and each breath became more labored. the cold, harsh reality of your impending end settled heavily upon you.

as simon’s relentless bite drained you, the room grew dimmer, and the pain became an overwhelming wave, dragging you down into darkness.

the finality of the moment came as simon’s primal nature overwhelmed all restraint. his wolf instincts had taken over completely, and the room, once filled with the hope of new life, was now a scene of unspeakable horror. the walls bore witness to a tragic end, driven by simon’s uncontrollable instincts and primal hunger.

tags: @daniella666girl @lolololololhanma

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

As a Dad: Leo Edition

note: hey everyone! happy Ramadan, happy Easter, happy Passover, happy Vaisakhi, happy Hanuman Jayanti, happy Mahavir Jayanti, and happy days to secular folks! i hope you all are having a safe holiday.

Authoritative

• there isn't much that we all collectively agree on more about leo than the fact that he's somewhat of a bossy dude

• that being said, he does mellow out in his older years and becomes more laid back...then he had children (biologically by some miracle or by adoption)

• he read every single baby book he could get his hands on but then they went out the window when he realized that parenting is nothing like what they say in books

• the 0-8 month phase wasn't so bad, his sleep schedule is wonky so mostly he's up with the baby. he's very calm, very soft spoken, and gentle with the baby when they're fussy cause they can't communicate

• bath schedule, eating schedule, sleep schedule, the man has schedules people.

• absolutely loves bath time cause he's the dad who will put the bubbles on his head to make the kid laugh (i dont make the rules)

• loves the pre-walking stage the most cause you just put them on the floor and let'em roll and crawl in a confined space

• lord help this man at the walking and talking stages

• he tries to get your kid to talk but all the kid wants to do is scream so..there's that idea gone

• when the kid wants to run around naked while leo's trying to get the diaper back on, now that is where he gets tested cause that little shit-

• incredible amount of patience though, especially with tantrums. splinter never raised his voice at him as a kid until he became a teen, so he wanted to carry that on with his own children

• now when your kid hits the 3-8 stage, oh boy. if leo could go grey, he would be grey.

• he tries to teach your child discipline and respect, and while your kid is respectful, unfortunately they have leo's sharp tongue and makes it everyone's problem

• leo believes in time outs or taking things away as punishment. he doesn't believe in spanking and thinks yelling accomplishes nothing. he does get a certain tone that makes it known he means business

• he knows full well your child is going to make mistakes and creates a safe environment to where your kid can come to him when this does happen without much punishment

• but we all know that's a perfect world and if it's leo's kid, their mouth is going to be their downfall

• he thought the 3-8 stage was bad until ages 13-17, oh boy.

• puberity is not on leo's side here

• grounding becomes more of a ritual and leo runs a tight ship. he will hold his grounding opinion until he thinks it should be lifted, no matter how long it takes

• of course your kid is also a ninja so sneaking out is a thing (leo can't get too mad cause he did the same but "do as i say and not as i do" is leo's famous line)

• reasonable parent and thinks carefully about how severe a punishment should be or if the circumstance really even calls for one

• chores, bedtime until they hit around 13, the kid must have at least an A/B average, a C is acceptable if the subject is particularly hard and the kid is trying their best

• dorky dad. just a dorky dad.

• dad sneezes

• doesn't strike me as a girl dad or boy dad cause he's so attentive no matter the gender

• he's the dad that doesn't call it babysitting cause it's his kids

• he will get down on the floor and play with his kids

• has a little girl? no problem dressing up and letting her do his makeup and nails

• has a little boy? wrestling and rough housing it is

• kid(s)will be respectful and smart, and just very genuinely nice kids

• kid(s)'ll also deck someone with no hesitation

• vegetables are non-negotiable

• very proud man when it comes to his children and never hesitates to praise them

• the children will each have special nicknames

• he's not the fun parent but is also not not the fun parent

• never misses an event, even though he has to attend in the shadows. he is always there

• affectionate dad, more verbally than physically, but he gives your kids head kisses all the time

• as long as the kids aren't trying to kill each other and are just playing, the noise doesn't bother him much...it's the silence that does

• definitely the type of dad to send 👍

[redrandomposts]

IM SCREAMING NOT UNSHA'S WIFE DIY-ING HER OWN KPOP IDOL 😭 she's so valid for that tho i admit

unsha's wife : my little pet deserves to sing more bc hes more talented than any other pet out there but i dont want him to be killed in a singing death match bc thats just bad for business

unsha's wife : time to set up a new entertainment agency

unsha's wife accidentally causing the final downfall of alien stage the show bc aliens start to realise that it's better for business and overall entertainment to have their fave human pet idols not get killed onstage and instead are able to release new songs every few months 🧍 they learn the appeal of fanservice and fanmeets !! maybe anakt garden starts the trend of human pet idol groups by making the first survival show. 5050 on whether they kill the losers of the show however 🤷

(our levels of copium is incredible 😭)

till discovering ivan's still alive and speedruns the 5 stages of grief AGAIN. he blacks out and suddenly he has a concerning amount of illegally-acquired navi merch ? what is he DOING ?! he needs to get his shit together and find a way to get ivan out of there bc that's the least he could do ???

hyuna watching tillivan pine for each other from afar and questioning how her life has gotten to this point

— 🌦️

unsha behind his wife: so, like, how much money are we making here?

unsha's wife: what money?

*ivan raking in billions.*

unsha: ...okay, honey.

always listen to the wife, folks!

till, the #1 contributor to illegal ivan merch in the hideout. mizi is close at #2, but that's only because she's always accompanying till on his little... fibbits. I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS CALLED. till brings back so much that they have no choice to sell it... which increases their funds by, like, 270%. ivan the money totem?

for publicity, ivan wears multiple outfits and there's a poll each week to which one they make merch of... till manipulates the votes by getting hyuna to hack into the system and raise his favorite outfit's votes.

heperu sends luka to unsha's wife's company when he sees the success. ivan first meets luka on livestream, where it's like, surprise! here's your enemy from years ago! and they vibe together.

ivan will often give luka more food and then is like, "so where's the best place to disrupt the making of robots?"

guys im fixing luka too he needs to eat more (for the baby too).

the rebellion wanted to save ivan... and then luka showed up and hyuna and mizi is much more reluctant, like, ew it's the blonde twink why is he there?

sorry till your wife is being shipped with another man. what can you do.

[deedala]

🍃w e e k l y t a g w e d n e s d a y🍃

thank you to @energievie for writing the game this week and thanks for tagging me!! also thanks for tagging me for this and also for the pinterest game which im putting down below @lingy910y @gallapiech @suzy-queued @creepkinginc @thepupperino @blue-disco-lights @crossmydna @jrooc @heymacy @wehangout @mybrainismelted @xninetiestrendx @heymrspatel XOXOXO all of you 💖💖💖

Name: deanna

Age: noel-aged

Location: ooohiooo

And now...

What is your DJ name? i dunno, when i worked in college radio it was something about a fish... okay wait yes, lets go with DJ Fishy 🙃

If you were a genre of music, what would it be? whatever chappell roan's the rise and fall of a midwest princess is

What would you title your biography? Wellp

What are the first three things you'd do if you were invisible? i like this idea of sneaking onto expensive modes of transportation. i would do that assuming i had no where else to be and no responsibilities to see to 😆 and i would also rob rich people... and maybe i would go for walks int he middle of the night by myself and feel safe lol

What subject do you wish was taught in every school?  all the important money and personal finance basics that they used to teach but then stopped because it made it easier to prey on adults who didnt know how to manage their credit and debt or do their taxes correctly 😜

When was the last time you tried something for the first time and what was it?  uuhhh...the only thing i can think of right now is a lavender flavored matcha drink that was recommended a few months ago? ive gotten it again a few times (including today!) and its very good. im so happy i know what lavender tastes like now 😆

What is the most underrated city you have ever visited?  this is very hard...i dont even really know how to know how most cities are rated anyway?? i feel like all the cities ive been to and loved are pretty universally rated highly lol. uhhhhh...i dunno.. Heidelberg, Germany? Luxembourg City? one of those.

What day in your life would you like to relive? uuhh i dunno, im going with wedding day because i barely remember any of it, it was such a blur. i would be less responsible and have more fun 😅

If you could eliminate one thing from your daily routine, what would it be and why?  i really love sleeping and going to bed and falling asleep. but i hate waking up and i hate losing the time to unconsciousness. so if i could stay alive and not be tired and never sleep that would be so cool.

How long would you last in a zombie apocalypse?  i like to think i could last pretty long because i am a huge wimp and have great Nope It's Time To Go instincts. Also im good at climbing.

What would be the most surprising scientific discovery imaginable? uuhhh backwards time travel

If you could have any view out your office window, what would you choose? puget sound with the olympic mountain range in the distance

☀️pinterest tag game☀️

i was tagged to do this pinterest game where you search Fashion, Pantone, Mood, and Food and post the first pin from each of the search results. gotta be honest buddies i dont really use pinterest very often and when i do its for random photo references sooooo...

x x x x

i do not know what is happening with that outfit. that is not really a color i would pick but its fine? the mood is pretty but looks kind of melancholy. that last photo though??? oh my god let me climb into there i wanna sit in the cozy rustic kitchen and eat pastries pleaaaaassseeeee!!!!!!

and now to tag in more folks to play either or both of these games!! 💖💖 @michellemisfit @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @the-rat-wins @lee-ow @mmmichyyy @iansw0rld @transmickey @burninface @loftec @metalheadmickey @gallawitchxx @gardenerian @vintagelacerosette @palepinkgoat @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos @sleepyfacetoughguy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @sleepyheadgallavich @rereadanon @mikhailoisbaby @mickeysgaymom @themarchg1rl @callivich @softmick @captainjowl @howlinchickhowl @spookygingerr @spoonfulstar @steorie @whatwouldmickeydo @burninface

[thealmightyemprex]

Look I know JK Rowling sucks but Im never gonna act like I never liked Harry Potter ,cause thatd be lying ....But there is a criticism I got shit for back in the day and I stand by it ,and I wanna say it to see if folks agree

Voldemort is a terrible villain

Now he doesnt start off bad ,credit where credit is due ,first 3 stories he is legit frightening ,mostly cause....We dont see him .Hes talked in hushed tones ,and we see him in a diminished alternate form a the end of the first two stories .Will say as a child the face of Voldemort on the back of Quirrels head gave me nightmares and is the scariest I found Voldy ......Then Goblet of Fire happens and like......All menace disappears

I feel like Voldemort gains his true form to quickly .......And the more we see and learn about this idiot ,the more comical he becomes .....Like why is he a snake man ???? That is such a lazy choice to me ,to make him so inhuman looking ,not helped in the movies by Ralph Finnes,an actor I usually like giving him this really silly voice and a goofy performance I never took seriously even as a kid

Hes also kind of one dimensional ,just a nasty evil guy who does evil things.....Which isnt bad ,I love plenty of one dimensional villaijns ,the Emporor from Star Wars is one of my favorit pure evil baddies ever ....But while Palpy is fun to watch ,I never fond Voldy fun to to watch,and I think it comes dcwn to.......They keep trying to add to depth,and the more you learn about Voldy ,the least interesting he became .With Palpy.....WE honestly dont know much about him,and thats cause his backstory and motives.....REally dont matter,hes free to be the big evil guy ,how he affects the characters around him is what makes him intriguing ,and that should be what Voldy is too,but Rowling wants to have her cake and eat it too

I dunno Voldy is a villain who is most interesting when hes in the shadows or taking diffrent forms ......But once hes a guy,hes just a not ver engaging cartoon viillain .I also think he loses too much .I dont like his design .Dont like the performance in the movie......I just dont like Voldemort

I dunno I never liked this villain and I have aklways wanted to rant about him

@themousefromfantasyland @ariel-seagull-wings @the-blue-fairie @filmcityworld1 @princesssarisa

[gennianydots]

Me, a bisexual, watches The Mummy (1999) for the first time

Errant thoughts/me texting my friends about it:

Warning! Spoilers (duh) for the whole movie under cut

Woahhhh helloooo pharoahs mistress

Annnnnnd hello terrible cgi

Oh this burying imotep alive shit is definitely not going to bite us all in the ass again later

Guys i think i figured it out

Imotep is the mummy

We can all go home now

Alright we just met Brendan Fraser who got promoted because the guy with face tattoos chickened out

Run you 90s heartthrob pretending to be in the 1920s, run!

"Lets not kill the main character, just for the lols" - some guy who isnt the main character

Clumsy fmc is clumsy

Meshiver great word lol

An unwarranted kiss!

And now she is going to break him out of jail/save him from death lol

This is very goofy but Brendan Fraser looking exactly like george king of the jungle with his hair all disheveled back there made me giggle and brought back some of my childhood

Oooooo fmc prettyyyyy

Well these other idiots who are gambling on the boat and also looking for hamanaptra are gonna die

Probably from imotep eating their faces

Very suddenly the whole boat is on fire lol

Oooooo the bisexual is bisexualing

I mean me

I’m bisexualing

Evy is real pretty

A smoky eye? In this economy?

We got the camels. The quest is questing

Face tattoo guy! We missed you. (Not really)

Ok we have entered the spooky Egyptian burial site or whatever

This fucking stand off with the american team with the guns up and down is peak comedy

Guy who goes off on his own to find treasure destined to die a horrible death

"Dont put me down for mummification " lolol

Quality writing here

We're camping after finding imoteps carcophagus. And Tattoo guy is back! With his whole crew!

Comic relief brother is being funny

🧐Tattoo guy comes to kill them and then....just doesnt kill them????

He issues a stern warning instead like Brendan and Evy (idk her real name) will obey?

"What is a place like me doing in a girl like this " lololol top quality writing

Clumsy evy is clumsy and adorable when drunk

Evy: “I’ve never seen a mummy look like this hes still.. hes still...”

The boys: “Juicy.”

Haha! 🤣

YES YES AMERICANS AVOIDING ALL SIGNS THAT TERRIBLE DOOM IS UPON THEM IF THEY OPEN SOMETHING

SOMETHING SOMETHING DUMB AMERICANS

The fucking foreshadowing is killing me

Its so heavy handed

Guy who wears glasses has thelma moment

"MY GLASSES!" I’m COMPLETELY BLIND NOW!"

The mummy has awoken

And completely enamoured with evy

The mummy thinks evy is his beloved but then. Brendan STORMS IN and the mummy screams at him and he screams back and fires his gun lololol the mummy fucking ragdollssssss lololol

Oooo the cgi is so bad

And we got caught by.... YOU GUESSED IT FOLKS TATTOO GUY AGAIN

BENI GETTING USED BY THE MUMMY BECAUSE THATS ALL THIS CHARACTER WAS WRITTEN AS

the mummy hand popping out of the sand "LIKE DAISIES!"

Ahhhh! Tattoo guy has a backstory!

OF COURSE (evy is) gonna be a sacrifice

“Well well well. Let me guess...spring cleaning?” GOD BRENDANS QUIPS ARE SO BAD

BREAKING NEWS MUMMY IS TERRIFIED OF CATS 🐱

also ew mummy kissed evy

Nice job in the boils and sores, make-up team

I was right about the mummy stealing the dumb Americans faces 😈

Evy is taken by the mummy

Idk the mummy is kind hunky, it might not be so bad to live with him forever

“Hey winston!! Pedal faster!”

The QUIPPPPSSS

AND winstons dead

Thank you british government for getting us to the climax of the movie

Oooo the mummy has awoken stone ppl

And brendan found the treasure

Hahah i hate it when characters chuck the gun at the bad guys when the ammos out your last ditch effort fails every. time.

Also this like the 8th handgun we have chucked at an enemy- where are we getting all these handguns???

BRENDAN JUST LIT A DYNAMITE USING TATTOO GUYS BEARD WTFFF

And weasel character is a weasel womp womp

Brendan casually killing the cgi mummy priests and then the quip "mummies 🙄" is just so....something

Anddddd (the mummy) is dead!

What a dramatic death lol

And beni dies

👋🏼BYE TATTOO GUY!

SUNSET KISSES 😘 😍

And fin. Welllllp I’m super gay. Bye!

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Chapter 27 ~ Decisions

Hidden Depths

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Also on ao3

Genre: Fantasy whump

CW’s: none

WC: 3389

Taglist: @dont-touch-my-soup, @kixngiggles

In which we talk about the bandits and wonder what's gotten into Carr

AN: Hey look, I did it! I wrote something new for the first time in months! \o/

Getting back around to the bandits here. And I'm mean to no one :p

Carr

“So, how many are left?” Carr asked Salma. She brushed a piece of Resh’s hair out of his face, which was as relaxed as she’d seen in days. That asshole of a doctor must’ve given him something better than they’d had on the road. It had surely knocked him out fast enough. 

Reluctantly, she rose and walked to the other side of the room to join the lady of the manor at the table. She wiped her hand on her pants before she sat, resolving to help Resh wash his hair next time he woke. 

A tray of fruits and cheeses had made its way into the room at some point, and Carr eyed it, wondering if it was okay to eat while she spoke with the lady or if she was supposed to wait. Her stomach grumbled, dissatisfied with its current empty state, making her decision for her. 

“Why, all of them,” Salma said, tilting her head. 

“What do you mean, all of ‘em?” Carr paused with her hand poised over an apple. 

“Well, some were injured, of course, but it’s hard to deliver justice to the dead, don’t you think?” Salma leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap. 

“Some would find death t’ be the highest order of justice,” Carr muttered, snatching up the apple. There was no change of expression and Salma didn’t say anything, so she withdrew a dagger from her hip–one of several now that she had her blades back–and deftly cut a slice from the fruit. 

She stared at it for a moment, then reached across the table, offering the first bite to the lady. 

“Thank you, Carr,” Salma said softly, offering a radiant smile in return. 

Carr cleared her throat and returned to the apple, cutting out another chunk. She bit into it, expecting slightly bitter tartness and mealy flesh, but sweetness flooded her mouth instead, the flesh firm, crunching as she chewed. Startled, she eyed the rest of the apple. Shit, this was the best one she’d ever tasted. She wished she could save some for Resh, but it would be hours before he woke, and it would brown before then. 

“If you like the apples, I can have more brought up,” Salma said, nibbling daintily on her piece. 

“I think Resh would like them,” Carr said before taking another bite. 

“His sister certainly has.” Salma chuckled, but then her expression sobered. “Adan and I need to decide how to proceed with the… well, it seems wrong to call them bandits, now that I’ve seen them.” 

Carr nodded. They were more than that, weren’t they? Just like Nykim’s pack was more than just a typical pack of thieves. 

“Well, whatever they are, they’ve been a thorn in our sides for some time now, but we could never find them. No wonder, if they were that deep in the Wood. But for all that, they’ve never done worse than scare some folks while they lifted their goods. Minor injuries here and there. But what they did to your party is a much more serious affair. I heard your driver is dead. They kidnapped your friend, and half killed him in the process.” 

The apple wobbled in Carr’s suddenly slick fingers. She set it aside with some regret and grabbed a cloth napkin to wipe down her blade. The feel of Salma’s gaze pricked her skin. 

“Adan said your other friend passed along your request for leniency.” 

Well, she’d no clue they would spare anyone, now had she? Speaking of Brant, where was he–

“I have a pretty good feel for people, Carr.” Her words were clipped, forcing Carr to glance up from her overly shiny dagger. “You don’t seem the forgiving type.” 

Carr’s mouth dried out. Her behavior hadn’t exactly been stellar so far, had it. “I…” 

Salma’s tone softened. “It’s okay. I just have to wonder what you saw in that camp to change your mind.”

“I, um.” She tried to swallow, but her mouth felt like a fucking desert. Was there something to drink? 

A scraping sound heralded a cup pushed across the table toward her, and Carr took it, holding the water in her mouth a moment before swallowing. 

Twisting the handle of the dagger in her hand, Carr tried again. “I was angry,” she admitted as she watched the light play off the steel. “Still am.” 

“I don’t blame you for that in the slightest,” Salma said softly. “But…” 

“But when I got in, they seemed to be taking care of him. And I found out they were…” Like me, she wanted to say. “A community,” she finally got out instead. “Misfits, trying to find their own place to belong.” 

Salma watched her carefully, and Carr had to wonder how much she was reading between the lines. “Misfits, how?” 

Gonna make her say it, huh. “People who aren’t quite… right.” She grimaced, not especially liking how that sounded. “Different,” she tried. A bit better, she supposed. “In the head, or maybe in the… soul? Or not sound of body– You know, right? The ones who get laughed at, talked about behind their backs.” 

Salma frowned. “They would’ve been welcomed here or in any of half a dozen villages surrounding. Why on Valysii would they hole up in the Wood and rob people to survive?” 

Carr laughed drily. “Would they really have been? We’ve been traveling for weeks now, and haven’t found one place we’d be comfortable settling in.” 

“Because Resh can’t speak? Or because…” Salma trailed off, her eyes big brown pools of sorrow. 

A lump rose in her throat. Or because of her, but the lady was too kind to say it. She hadn’t really considered it, but now she had to wonder how many times they’d left a place behind because she couldn’t fit into it. 

She raised her eyes to the ceiling. “Yeah. So… yeah.” 

How long would it be before they were kicked out of this nice room? She hoped they could stay a few days at least, long enough to get Resh the care he needed. And all their money was gone. Unless the guards had recovered it, but she wasn’t holding out for that. She’d need to find work. Real work, because there was Orla, and she couldn’t risk trouble. Fuck, what could she even do? 

“Hey–”

A hand landed on her arm, and she jerked back so fast her chair squealed in protest. 

“Sorry,” Salma said, pulling her hand away. “You weren’t hearing me. I was saying, you don’t have to worry about that here.” 

“I need a job,” Carr blurted, pushing out of her seat. “They took… they took everything, and what they didn’t exploded with our carriage. I need… I. I have to…” 

“Carr,” Salma said, holding out her hands as she rose. “You don’t have to worry about any of that.” 

Her mouth opened and closed. Opened again. “But–” 

“No buts,” Salma said firmly. “I would ask you not to use that dagger on anyone here–” 

Carr hastily put the blade she was holding back in its sheath. 

“But you and Resh and Orla are our guests for as long as you’d like to be here.” 

Wow, Orla must’ve really worked her way into these people’s good graces. Carr twisted her fingers. It wouldn’t last. It never lasted. And it wasn’t because of Resh. It was her. It had always been her and she just hadn’t seen it. 

She must’ve looked a little wild-eyed, because Salma was speaking slowly, calmly. Words. Shit, words. 

“–if you really want. Later.” 

Carr stared. If she wanted what now? 

“Come sit back down.” Salma waved to the table. “Finish your apple. Help yourself to the rest of the food–you have to be starving. I’ll give you some time. I just– Were you treated okay? Did anyone hurt you while you were there? I should’ve asked if you needed help before but…” 

They both glanced at Resh, who was thankfully still asleep. 

“I’m fine,” she said, clasping her hands behind her back. 

Salma’s eyes followed the movement, but she nodded, then turned for the door. 

“I’d still ask for leniency,” Carr said before she could leave.  

Salma paused in the doorway, turning to look at her. “For all?” 

Carr hesitated. As much as she’d like to see Lox pay, he was Rowan’s. And Demex… well, that was complicated. Her chin dipped jerkily. She couldn’t be picky here. It might hurt the chances for the others.  

“Alright,” she said. “I’ll pass that along to Adan. Goodnight, Carr. I’ll check in on you tomorrow.” 

“Night,” Carr whispered as the door shut. 

She stood there, staring blankly for an unknown amount of time before she stumbled back over to the table and put her head in her hands. Shit. 

~~~

The door squealed as it opened, waking her instantly. She jumped up from… the table? When had she fallen asleep? Fuck, it was dark, and there was a giant outline of a person creeping into their room. Carr’s blades were out in a second, and the figure halted, no doubt able to see her pretty clearly courtesy of the open curtains behind her. 

“Carr, it’s me,” a rough voice said, barely loud enough to hear. 

A voice she recognized. She lowered her hands, but kept her blades out, for now. “What the fuck, Brant?” 

The outline moved closer until the moonlight silvered a familiar craggy face. “I need to leave.” 

“And you couldn’t wait ‘til morning? Please tell me you aren’t robbing these people and leavin’ me t’ take the fall.” The blades came back up.  

“Fucking pits, no. Can’t believe you’d even say that.” 

“Really?” 

“No, I guess not.” He chuckled. “This seems like a good place. If I was you, I’d stick around here for a bit. But I’ve gotta get back. Been gone too long.” 

Carr put her blades away but kept her hands on the hilts. “You got a feelin’?” 

“Yeah, I do. You know what I left Nykim with.” 

“Surprised you left at all.”  

“Yeah, well, he asked me too. We’ve got a soft spot for you, kid. It’ll do him good to know you’ve landed in a place like this, with the lady herself calling you guests.” He backed away, the shadows falling over him like a shroud. 

Carr shook her head, hardly believing. “It was good to see you, Brant. Take care of him, huh? And let me know if there’s trouble… I’ll come. If I can.” Her head swiveled to the bed. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout us. Worry ‘bout him.” His outline faded, melding with the yawning pit of the open doorframe. “Take care of yourself.” 

The door was silent as it closed behind him. 

~~~

Resh

Resh could hardly believe it when he opened his eyes and saw daylight instead of shadows. And his mind felt… clear. Which was in a way more confusing than waking up in a haze. 

He shifted carefully in the bed, waiting for the stab of pain from his shoulder, but all he felt was a twinge of discomfort, and that mostly from his ribs. Frowning, he prodded his chest. There was a thick, padded bandage in the way, but he should be able to feel something, and he didn’t. 

Fuck, did his arm still work? He released a relieved sigh when he was able to lift it. His fingers felt a little tingly, but they worked too. Gingerly, he levered himself up but his head swam with the movement, so he leaned against the headboard. 

Something wasn’t right. 

His eyes darted around the vaguely familiar room before landing on the recumbent form on the other side of the bed. Anxiety’s relentless grip loosened at the sight of her. 

Carr was lying on her side, facing him. It looked like she’d been watching him and had fallen asleep while waiting for him to rouse. That he hadn’t woken her with his movement spoke volumes as to her fatigue. 

She was here. Something might not be right, but they were in the room in… Hallin? Yeah, he was pretty sure that was the name of the town. And she was here. His sister must be nearby if she was here. This place must be safe if she was sleeping so soundly. 

As Resh relaxed further, he became aware of how dry and cottony his mouth felt, and how empty his belly was. It growled, reminding him that he’d been neglecting it. He’d seen a table across the room, but how he’d get there was another question. 

An unnecessary one, it turned out, because when Resh looked to the side of the bed, considering how he’d rise, he found a table in the way. On the table was a tray with a bowl and a cup of water. Oh, thank gods. 

The bowl was filled with a broth, gone lukewarm. He sipped it straight from the vessel, not caring in the slightest. 

When he finished, he set the bowl aside. He relaxed back against the headboard with a replete sigh, only to suck his breath back in when he found Carr’s eyes open. 

Hey, he said. 

She yawned and pushed herself up. “Hi. How you feelin’?” 

Better than I should? he replied. He poked at the bandage again. Weak still, but… I can’t feel my shoulder. Is something wrong with it?

“The doc cleaned out the wound this morning. He said he used some kind of…”–her face wrinkled–“I can’t remember his fancy pants medical term. It should be numb for a bit.” 

His face must’ve reflected his confusion, because she said, “You don’t remember?” 

He shook his head, one hand going to his shoulder. How could he not remember something like that? Every other time his shoulder had been treated had been so exquisitely painful that he’d thought he was being tortured. 

“The whole morning? You don’t remember anything?” 

He shook his head again, frowning. 

“Shit. That doc must have some good stuff.” 

His frown deepened. He wasn’t sure he was a fan of the doc’s “good stuff” if it wiped his memory for–he looked out the window, estimating it was past noon by the sun’s position–half a fucking day. 

“You don’t like it,” she said, cocking her head. “I can ask if he can do something different?” 

Resh shrugged. It was over, wasn’t it? 

“He wants to clean it out daily for… it depends how long, apparently,” she continued. 

Well, shit. 

“I don’t know how much better it could be though, Resh.” Carr rubbed her eyes. “He was scraping around inside you with a fuckin’ knife and you barely even reacted.” 

He was suddenly very glad to have not been aware for that. 

It’s fine, he said when she opened her mouth to go on. But… He massaged his numb shoulder, suddenly concerned. This isn’t some kind of dream, is it? Seems too good to be true. 

“It’s real,” Carr said, her eyes sad. 

Real. He took a deep breath, and it only twinged a little. 

Carr rose from the bed and stretched. “Salma wants to talk to you today about the bandits.” 

Resh raised an eyebrow at the abrupt change of topic. 

She crossed her arms over her chest. “She talked t’ me yesterday. I asked for leniency, but I’ll support you if you feel different.” 

He couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d drawn her blades and run him through. Why? 

It wasn’t like her at all. He adored her, but she was unforgiving, unbending. His brow furrowed. 

She shifted her weight, then lowered her arms, then started cracking her knuckles, her gaze avoiding his. “You didn’t see much of the camp, unless they gave you some kind of tour when you came in.” 

Resh snorted. Yeah, right. 

“They reminded me of the pack, ‘cept… more. There’s women and children there, Resh. It’s a refuge, for people who don’t fit in. I don’t– I don’t want to destroy that. It doesn’t feel right.” 

They almost killed you and Orla, Resh said before he realized she wasn’t looking at him. He gave a low whistle, and when she looked back up, he repeated himself. 

“I know,” she said. “And they hurt you. Stole you away and kept you against your will. You might’ve died if you’d stayed there. Believe me, I’m fuckin’ pissed. But. Not everyone was happy ‘bout that.” 

He chewed the inside of his cheek, considering. Who’s even left to punish? If it’s just the ones who stayed behind, then I could see letting them off. 

“All of them,” Carr whispered. “Some injuries, Salma said, but all of them are here t’ face justice.” 

Are you sure? Resh really couldn’t reconcile with her decision, but if that’s what she wanted… 

She nodded. 

If that’s what you want, Resh said. He smoothed his bangs over his scarred forehead, considering. But… who put those bruises on your wrists? 

“Oh,” Carr said, looking startled. She tugged at her tunic sleeves, covering the evidence. “That’s just from when they captured me.” 

His eyes narrowed. When they captured you. 

“Well, yeah, I had to get in somehow.” 

What else did they do to you? I swear to gods, Carr, if someone hurt you, I can’t–

“Nothing!” she said, crossing her arms over her chest again. 

Would you tell me if they had? He had his doubts. 

She growled–actually growled!–at him. “Yeah,” she bit out. 

He must’ve still looked disbelieving because she threw up her hands and started pacing. 

“Fuckin’ shit! Do you need me t’ tell you that I thought they might rape me and I was ready t’ let it happen? That I had a horrible flashback when I let them capture me and I felt like I was suffocating? Guess that’s on them, even though I put myself there. Lox was ready t’ kill me if I wasn’t willin’ to become Demex’s property or something while I was tested out as part of their community. They worked me t’ the bone, but then, everyone there worked themselves t’ the bone, trying t’ eke out a living cut off from society. That I had t’ sleep next to that guy every night, pretend like I needed him t’ protect me?” 

She spun to face him. “Is that what you want t’ hear?”

No, that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. That she’d done all that… put herself through that, for him? He wasn’t worth it. He couldn’t even imagine how scared she had to have been. It made his heart hurt. 

Did he touch you? It popped out of his mouth before he could pull it back. But gods, he couldn’t bear it if–

“Of course he did. Did you not hear the part where I had t’ sleep next to him?” Carr scoffed. 

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t drag air into the empty hole where his chest had been. 

“Fuck, that’s not what you meant, was it?” She dragged a hand through her hair, snagging it on a knot. “No, not like that. He kissed me once, right before Hallin’s guards arrived, and it was gross, but that was it.” 

Air whooshed into his newly restored lungs, and he had to press a hand to his ribs to steady them. Oh thank gods, thank fuck, thank gods. 

Wait. He’d kissed her? 

I want him dead.

“Resh,” Carr said flatly. 

He pursed his lips. He meant it. 

She rolled her eyes. “So we’re agreed? Mostly?” 

Yeah, I guess. 

“Okay.” She rubbed her hands together and eyed him critically. 

Oh gods, what now? 

“How’re you feelin’? Are you sleepy yet?” 

No, he said, a little surprised. He wriggled his shoulder experimentally. Still numb, too.

“Good. I was thinkin’... We can see if you can walk t’ the bathing room. Or I can bring water in here t’ help you wash. Get your hair and stuff, before Salma comes back.” 

He’d felt lightheaded just sitting up, but now he needed to take a piss, and he’d much rather try to get to the bathing room for that. Let’s try to walk.

She nodded. “Alright then. Swing your legs over, and you can lean on me if you need to.” 

Oh, he’d need to. But he knew he could rely on her to keep him steady. 

In more ways than one.  

Next

[ichayalovesyou]

Tomorrow & Tomorrow & Tomorrow

SPOILERS AHEAD

Oh man you guys! I really enjoyed this episode! I loved it way more than The Broken Circle but I did not love it as much as I loved Ad Astra Per Aspera but that episode was so a cut above the average (as in in the running for best episodes of Trek ever written caliber stuff). That it hardly seems fair to say so because this episode was an absolute JOY to watch! Lol! I love a good time travel romp!

I remembered enjoying Paul Wesley’s Kirk in A Quality of Mercy but I wasn’t sure whether I was just riding the high of the previous season or whether he could pull it off twice. But he did and I really really like his interpretation of Jim. I honestly like it a lot better than Chris Pine’s if I’m super honest with y’all.

I mean he UNDERSTOOD the assignment! He was definitely at his Kirkiest when they initially arrived in the 21st century that body language and cadence was on point despite him not looking too much like Shatner. I mean hats off to the writers too for that one. The passion for chess without being overly cocky. The all of it!

There was something about the hot dogs scene and letting La’an have the bed in the hotel that felt very Tarsus IV even tho that might not have happened in this timeline. It’s still very James Kirk of him. Not to mention the whole bit where his type is overachiever, kinda uptight but also dark and mysterious and dare I say a little out of his league folks. Whom he charms without being pushy into warming up to him and letting their guard down. Also THANK YOU to the writers and to Wesley for recognizing Kirk Drift and acknowledging our boy is a hopeless romantic and NOT a babe hound.

I called the La’an/Kirk thing way before it happened because of it. And from what was implied in the Ready Room interview with Paul Wesley it sounds as though we might get more La’an & Jim content in the future which I certainly wouldn’t object to! Although we are skirting the edge of when Jim & Carol Marcus supposedly met so that might get a lil complicated but the seasons (because they’re sorter) might not be 1:1 with years so they’ve got some wiggle room to work with.

I love seeing the cinematic parallels between Kirk & Jim’s love interest stuff in SNW that clearly draws them to each other later on. Chapel is a lot like Kirk and Spock is falling for her pretty hard. La’an is a lot like Spock by the time we meet him in TOS (not too similar to SNW baby Spock though) and they fell for each other pretty badly too! For example, both La’an & Spock are terrified of Kirk’s insane driving skills (or lack thereof lmao)! But enough about Jim & the whole K/S kitten caboodle! This episode is about LA’AN :D

Holy shit did La’an need what’s been happening with her in these past couple episodes. She got to face her generational trauma headlong, she got to see a mirror in Kirk and further realize the value of enjoying the fleeting and precious joys of life. By both convincing this alternate timeline version of Kirk that her version of the world is worth saving (also not the “Sam’s alive?” 😭 because his older brother dies unexpectedly and tragically in both timelines DONT TOUCH MEEEE, also not the potential Kirk bros content going forward also 😭). To eating the damn hot dog, and presumably letting Kirk talk her into taking the bed and just ugggggh.

And then HE DIES! They fridged Captain James T. Kirk of all people for HER character development lmao how’s THAT for a twist. Historically it’s been the other way around how’s that feel for once Jimbo? Damn!

Sera was an interesting villain, she was a good twist honestly felt like something was up with her the minute she had pics of that romukan ship. Also, I love all the self referential like, “yes we acknowledge this changed a little bit” stuff that’s happened. Like the Temporal Wars are why the Eugenics war is supposed to start around *now* and not the 90s like previously stated and Sera has been trapped trying to fulfill her mission for 30 years. Or how clearly Jim thinks everybody calls his brother George and only he gets to call him Sam when clearly that’s not the case lol. It’s nice little touches like that that really make me feel validated for having faith in the writers when nitpickers complain.

Also PELIA! She’s an art thief?! Incredible! Hilarious! Brilliant! No notes! Although it JUST occurred to me that because La’an went to Pelia before the whole “preventing the timeline from changing entirely” bit does THAT mean that La’an can at least talk to Pelia about what happened?! Because it’s implied La’an is who inspired her to become an engineer and that’s still part of our prime timeline! Maybe it’s like a Guinan and Picard situation! I think La’an should get to sob into the arms of our funky little klepto engineer grandma as a treat instead of breaking down alone in her room, please and thank you!

Anyway, baller episode! 9/10

[aftonfamilyvalues]

Speaking on your post about how folks acted like you were sexualizing a teenage girl simply because you don't think (rightfully so, honestly thong bikinis are nasty for all ages but especially children,) 13-14 is a common period where girls start to develop anorexia. Mine became active/I become increasingly interested in "dieting" at 14... talking to other anorexia sufferers and survivors, it does seem that the most common age to develop an eating disorder is on the onset of puberty. Women/girls caring more about the appearance of their body, thus unable to register hunger, is so harmful. Not to mention; I was cat called the MOST starting at just 12. I even had a mormon bishop call me "hot" when I was just a teenager... and in a private interview, essentially went on this "barely legal" rant at 18, telling me now that I was 18, men of pretty much every age range would be interested and want to approach me.

Men are predators, they are attracted to vulnerability. I at 31 notice I get cat called far less, but OMG, when I am biking at night verses WALKING? HUGE difference, men are more likely to pull over and ask me if I "need a ride" if I look injured or am walking BECAUSE I am more vulnerable.

Teenage girls are so incredibly vulnerable, and I think anyone saying you are sexualizing a teenager is simply someone who doesn't want to acknowledge that men as a class are perverted disgusting creeps who prey on teenagers. It would be seen as pedo shit if it were a boy, but if its a girl? "Don't slut shame her!" I hate liberals, there are no better than conservatives for throwing children under the buss by denying male predation and depravity.Not to mention a thong bikini being impractical to begin with.

i really hate the term "slut shaming" especially when used to defend(?) an actual child. the message there is "yes shes a slut but theres nothing wrong with that and you shouldnt make her feel bad about it!" as if that isnt a pornographic term used to degrade. theres just so much to be said on this topic that i can hardly phrase my thoughts on it.

faux feminists will complain about how women dont get pockets but call you a pedophile if you say girls dont get modesty

[horseimagebarn]

welcome to the first weekly horseimagebarn interaction recap where every week i find the important tags reblogs and comments you lovely people have left for me to read and i respond to them in one fun post i will do this every friday to recap another week of horseimagebarn so get ready

if i were to make any other blog in the manner of the horseimagebarn it would likely be fish as i feel there is more variety in regards to fish and while i love new world monkeys and many of the old world variety there are certain types that really frighten and disconcert me and many pictures of monkeys you see in the modern day are actually apes which i have a distaste for though it is no fault of the apes and i do not blame them at all and still love them as creatures of this beautiful earth to put it simply i dont like their nipples and one time i saw one shit into its own hand and eat it right in front of me and it really gave me a fright however back to the fish subject i have gotten really into fishkeeping as of late and i thoroughly enjoy them and find it a most rewarding hobby to tend to a mini ecosystem in my own home and i love the practice dearly however i am dedicated to the continuation of this account for as long as possible and feel my interest in this blog is a one time thing that i must give myself to fully and if i were to make a fish blog it would be one for my personal fish and also i love you too though i do not know you personally i feel and appreciate your affections

this comment has given me much to think about as i am not he and this fellow as i have googled seems to be a politician and i do not prefer to associate myself with those types of folk especially those who participate in totalitarianism and fall off of their horses i am in fact a little hurt you would compare me to a rotten man such as this the further i look into it and i ask my audience to refrain from comparing me to such in the future

i agree with this commenter immensely i always post images after giving the origins of the image the benefit of the doubt as i want to believe every human treats animals with respect and care and i want to spread the message that animals are beautiful and intelligent and deserving of that respect and care using these images and i want to give these humans a level of trust that they are acting in the best interest of their animals and if it is discovered that they are not i will take proper action whatever that may be i have refrained from posting certain images due to these ideals before and i will continue in the future if it comes to it long story short please treat animals with respect and educate yourself on the best ways to do so and please know that i will never ever post an image in which i believe an animal is being hurt and if it comes to my attention that the animal is for certain being hurt i will remove it

thank you my friend i do indeed write poetry and have won one scholarship for it from my college in the past so i am happy that seems to permeate my life and the way i handle myself in general i have been thinking about submitting some of my writing to a literary magazine in my hometown recently and you have bolstered my confidence greatly i appreciate you

happy birthday my friend i hope you had a wonderful day

i love you dearly it is absolutely incredible to me that this account has gone from less than 100 followers to over 600 in less than a week i never thought that so many people would find joy in a blog i made as a silly side project to make myself and my girlfriend laugh every now and then but i am so happy we have gotten to this point

shoutout james

[thenixkat]

another not-godzilla

pls feed Kafka he's too skinny now

he's not even broad anymore, someone pls feed Kafka. Like he had to regenerate a lot in the past few weeks he needs some more rations pls his waist is so narrow i hate it

oh that's a scar on asshole dad's forehead not just him frowning constantly

that's rude as hell. I do not care for teh gamer boy

yeah Kafka's not really ok with everyone talking about killing him for parts or using him as a living weapon… this is why ya shoulda been better at hiding yer secret identity sir. You could have transformed when no one was looking

rude ass hell

also ignoring why Kafka went berserk (ya know repeatedly getting his limbs ripped off by someone he was under the impression was trying to kill him) Kafka pls dont thank the person who just threatened to turn you into a suit

oh hey a hive of kaiju ants

i dont like this guy. he's rude. asked a subordinate for a loan to buy more junk and toys, is an influencer

huh ant kaiju are rare to see on the surface but folks run into them underground

Kafka wants to be recognized for his ability as an officer and not a kaiju weapon so he's trying to fight without fully transforming but like sir, try that after you've convinced folks yer more useful alive than as spare parts also yeah had a traumatizing time the last time he fully transformed isnt rocking with it at the moment

not the transformation failing. Kafka's kaiju side said 'nah, you didnt want my help last time'

not the cordyceps

also the ant kaiju spray acid like real ants

ah the fungus has a brain

right i have bee seeing brains in split kaiju wild that their brains are not important organs

how does using the Numbers weapons shave years off yer life? what are the ghosts of the kaiju that got made into them taking revenge

ah yeah 100% Kafka is scared of losing control that's why his transformations keep failing gets a pep talk from rich girl that's more or less 'we're too fucking badass for you to kill us if you lost it, so dont worry about it'

what happened to my guy's claws? also he finally figured out how to smile with that face

ah Kafka learned some tricks from the bug's joyride

Kaiju do have telepathy!

no. 9 tells other no. 9 to pls hold its learning about a new strong enemy right now

the influencer has kaiju eyes b/c biomodding soldiers is fine, kaiju-human hybrids from the wild arent tho

so its not future sight just literal mind reading

damn that's the first 'well done' rich girl got from her shitty dad since her mom died

apparently the ant swarm and two no. 9s were a diversion. B/c no. 9 the third planned to have teh shitty dad for dinner hahah

also how did that mother fucker sneak into yer base? damn yall are not ready for intelligent kaiju damn that man was nice to his daughter for teh first time in a decade and then got ate mind you his daughter is like 18 at best ah i assume no. 9 probably ate like a janitor and got in that way

also no. 9 has certainly been eating its Wheaties

huh so its just stressful to use

shitty dad acknowledges that he's been a bad father

rip to shitty dad, he tried to his best but uh he can't regenerate

shitty dad became dinner

no. 9 really was only here for dinner and decided to dip

Kaiju no. 9 what does a kaiju era mean? are you planning on getting rid of the ability of humans to fight back against the kaiju so they can do what they want? like its not like there's many sapient kaiju running around most of the fuckers seem to just be wild animals doing wild animal shit

ah the thing where Kafka started not being able to turn completely back human

human looking at least

have yall tried feeding him cause look at that you can almost see the poor man's abs

these are not good working conditions. Also just bc he stops being able to look like a human doesnt mean he'd stop thinking like a human necessarily

no. 10 regained consciousness in captivity. It's core is too damaged for it to regenerate. It had a blast fighting the vice captain and tells him if it's gonna become a weapon for anyone it wants him to use it

being… you are a head, a small piece of spinal cord, and like 2/3rds of a core the fuck are you gonna fight with??

ah it means it wants to be made into a weapon and that teh vice captain use it to fight. Bc it really really had fun fighting him and wants more like that good news the vice captain made a new friend and it has agreed to be interrogated bad news it still would like to eat him and the possibility of it trying to take over his body if he wears it is not zero

oh hey we've got the reveal that no. 9 is no. 10's parent

to be fair yall havent run into many sapient kaiju that are willing to use their shapeshifting to the fullest extent. and no. 9 is just creating more kids

how tho? How the fuck does heat and pressure at fault lines deep underground make substances that mutate nearby animals and plants (how did the animals and plants get that fucking far into the fucking Earth in the first place) into aliens. B/c you cannot convince me that kaiju arent aliens with their fucking biology that we've been shown

what do you mean in order for a human to use one of the Numbers weapons their cells have to be compatible with the kaiju that the weapon was made from? What kind of superior genetics eugenics shit is this? How are human cells compatible with kaiju cells anyway and why are yall not concerned that human cells can be compatible with kaiju cells

like zoonotic diseases? also should yall not be concerned that some humans are genetically compatible with kaiju cells or is that ok b/c you pick teh super soldier

another not-godzilla but this one has tentacles. There's a lot of not-godzillas in this, yall cant do a not-Mothra or a not-Ghidora for once?

idk about anything else but I think if a human's cells are compatible with kaiju material (i dont get how it works and it seems weird and iffy) but that should mean they can get turned into a were-kaiju the series continuously points out that Ichikawa is a teenager and yet the fandom is so fucking horny for that child it is genuinely disgusting

hmm and we're gonna saddle this teenager with an increased risk of dying young in this already dangerous job b/c apparently lacking in supersoldier badasses who can solo high tier boss monsters

oh hey a somewhat responsible adult tells Ichikawa to turn down the supersoldier offer

also fucking noodle ass human beings unfortunately, Ichikawa is an extremely loyal friend and takes up the offer

there's a neuro link into the weapons ok so the shit is giving people brain damage when they overclock

[kitkatnerds3]

BSD S5 EP 9

I have not finished the episode yet but I've just gotten to the Fukufuku backstory (specifically the part where they just met and its night and they're lying on the floor together) and, these two are fucking dark timeline Renga from sk8! 'The way of the sword is enjoyable!' and 'I'm going to master the sword alongside you' vs 'skating is fun!' and 'I want to skate with you infinitely' I swear Fukuchi even did the same hand movement that Reki did at some point. Energetic sunshine (at least at the moment) x calm and collected. I am getting such strong Renga vibes from that scene and it's driving me insane.

OK I JUST WATCHED TWO (2) SECONDS FURTHER AND NOW WE'RE IN A FUCKING SHOJO ANIME! BONES LOVES OLD MAN YAOI SO MUCH! THIS IS SO GAY! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CHERRY BLOSSOMS!!? A CHERRY BLOSSOM PETAL IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART JUST FELL INTO FUKUZAWAS SAKE(?) AND THEN BROKE INTO TWO. THEY'RE NOT EVEN BEING SUBTLE WITH THE 'THIS (ROMANTIC) RELATIONSHIP IS ABOUT TO GO O SHIT' -NESS

DONT DO SYMBOLISM WITH THE FUCKING BIRDS YOU DUMB SHOW! I SEE WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING DOING! For context, they were having a conversation but the focus was on these two egrets? herons? anyways, and then one of them just flew off when Fukuchi said that he was gonna be promoted and sent to the battlefield , which is what separated these two. I'm going to die, I'm not entirely sure why but I am. /pos

Fuck it, I'm committing to the live blog. enjoy seeing my live uncut reactions folks!

The animation is so pretty bro, bones adores their old man yaoi.

Ok, old man yaoi backstory is over , and before I move on to the next thing I just wanna say, young Fukuzawa was so fucking cute! He was an old man even when he was a baby! he was adorable! and honestly so was Fukuchi! I'm very sad that he became the way he is now, war really does stuff to people, huh?

Ok I'm a little bit confused, I didn't realize that he had told that United Nations guy the half-truth. But whatever, that's on me I guess.

OK! JESUS FUCK THE MORE I HERE ABOUT THE WAR THE WORSE IT GETS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SOLDIERS HAD TO EAT EACHOTHER AND WERE SHOT FOR TRYING TO DESERT! MAYBE I SHOUD HAVE EXPECTED THAT IT IS WAR BUT JESUS CHRIST!

God, Fukufuku are so gay. I know that stabbing someone isn't exactly romantic but he Fukuzawa did the thing where you grab onto the other persons clothes and after Fukuchi stabbed him his head ended up resting on his chest. This is PEAK romantic tradgedy.

Teruko, I love you. She looks so pretty and she is so hecking smart and I just adore her. She let Atsushi go! Woohoo!! Also, Atsushi's hallucinations are really coming in full force, huh? He is seeing so many people.

Dazai and Sigma are so silly, I love them, Dazai stop flirting for two fucking seconds challenge. Also, it's fun to hear that Dazai is screwing around with Sigma while thinking of Kunikida! Truly every ship is being fed this season! Except sskk, but we did get Aku in Atsushi's hallucinations doing a thing so that's kinda a win for the gays!

Wow! What a nice elevator! I'm sure nothing bad will happen here!

Oh catgirl, you left us too soon.

I must say, I don't really have much to say on the Meursault section. It was good! The animation was great as it usually is for the Meursault sections, Sigma was so pretty I love him and! Dazai did the thing where he played with Sigma's hair! Woo! Fyodor was his usual level of kinda ugly in anime form, Dazai is showing emotions! more of the sillies, Dazai fucking stood on Sigma, which is delightful, aaaaaaand it's started to flood! Fuck!

Anyways, back to the very start of this episode before I was overcome by the homosexual-ness of Fukufuku, Aya Bram Kunikida and Tanizaki got yoinked! Fuck! I still have a theory that Tanizaki could be doing an illusion and I will make a post about it one day. And also, please excuse me for saying this because while I am still upset about Ranpo being hurt... watching Fukuchi pick him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat was kinda hilarious. Also, Teruko I love you. You're the only hunting dog that heard about Fukuchi's real identity and didn't immediately die. Girlboss fr. Also also, where are Lucy Kyouka and Yosano :D? W-where did they go? Asagiri please I need to see my girls.

And to once again revisit the old gays, Holy Shit that was so gay. Nobody told me that the Fukufuku backstory was a Sports Anime tm that turned into a war drama in the second season! I knew we said they were divorced but I never realized just how married they were before the separation! Wow! Fukuzawa smiled so softly at Fukuchi! They were such sweet kids! Aagh!

This was a good episode! I liked this! Excited for next Wungo Wednesday!

[nerves-nebula]

LISTEN i finally got to have a Backtalk moment against my mom (Insane. I moved out 2 years ago and she routinely wants to check my garbage to see if im "eating right " and "not wasting food"

ANYWAYS i got to pop off today bc im Done and she invited herself over without telling me and went thru my cupboards and trash and was like "Hmmm you ate a whole box of mac n cheese i thought we (WE???) said you'd eat healthier so you wont get fat" and i just got off my DOUBLE SHIFT and was tired and hungry so i said "See this is the kind of shit you do that has me and Ella (sister) already in agreement that you're getting dumped off at some fucking old folks home. This shit right here." and my god. You'd have thought i said i was going to kill her right there from how she acted. instant sobbing and screaming.

hahhh lol. reasons why i dont tell my mom where i live tbh i dont want her to just Show Up ough.