#except it does mean that now I can donate!!!

[dduane]

Just a local update

For those who'll be wanting to know how I'm doing: I think right now the line from The Right Stuff is probably apropos. I'm "maintaining an even strain."

I sort of have no choice, because there's a lot of bureaucratic stuff surrounding Peter's loss that has to be dealt with, and there's not really anyone else to fall back on in terms of local legalities; this burden falls on me. (shrug) So, I'm keepin' on keepin' on. It's not easy, when half your world has ended: but there's nothing else to do.

Just repeating the news that I just edited into the original post about all this: the "funeral expenses" issue is now handled.

And I want to thank EVERYBODY who so incredibly generously has stepped up to assist. You are all, every one of you, in my heart right now... not least due to the many, many kind things you've had to say about Peter. Current events mean I'm going to be backed up on the thank-yous for some days yet. Please bear with me.

For those who feel inclined, the Ko-Fi account here is open as usual for those who might simply want to drop something into the pot tagged "GNU Peter Morwood."* I'm looking into his notes about his preferred charities so that I can split all such donations in those directions. (For example, P. lost a beloved cousin to childhood leukemia, so I'm looking around for appropriate cancer charities. ...But more of that later.)

In local issues (ETA, 28 May 2025): The post-mortem required by law in Ireland when a death is so sudden has occurred, and I'm now waiting for the full report (which has to be delayed until pathology is done analyzing tissue samples and getting culture-&-sensitivity data back). This routinely takes from two weeks to a month. Not much to be said about this except that the sooner that's all handled and resolved, the happier I'll be. Then other adjacent issues can start being dealt with.

At the physical end: I haven't been sleeping terribly well, but that's probably no surprise. My appetite has been recovering somewhat (to the point where at least food is no longer a source of "no interest whatsoever" or of active distaste). Right now it seems I get better results from eating out instead of cooking in: so that's the way things will go in the very short term.

But for now, pretty much all I can do is sit tight, try to keep household business from getting out of hand (why does it suddenly take so much energy just to do the dishes? ...like I don't know perfectly well why), and wait for Forces Beyond My Control to get moving.

Meanwhile, let me take a moment here to thank everybody who's expressed concern about the state of my wellbeing (and that at a time when I care a whole lot less about it than usual). It's heartening, and I very much appreciate it. I promise to do my best to do right by myself, on all of your behalf. (Behalfs? Behalves? Pfft.)

Thanks again, everybody. —D.

*People are also reminding me that the financial health of the household's still-living member in the immediate future is also an issue here. 😏 Heaven forbid I should argue the point. If you want, tag such donations as "DD" and I'll note that. ...And thanks again, all. I can always count on y'all to look after me. ❤️

[gaza-giving-tree]

For most people, the suffering in Gaza might feel like a distant nightmare.

For us, it’s heartbreakingly close to home.

Over the past seven months of writing these stories, we’ve come to know the people behind them—not just as names or fundraisers, but as people. Real human beings, with hopes, dreams, and aspirations, who are truly suffering.

Real people, whose cries for help are being ignored by a cold and unfeeling world.

While we helplessly watch as the world's first livestreamed genocide unfolds in real time in our phone screens, we check our messages every morning with a mix of dread and hope, praying that the people who we've come to see as friends have survived another long, dark night.

This morning, we heard from Hossam Al-Qazzaz.

Image: We received another update from Hossam this morning, detailing the nightmarish conditions his family is living in while the area they are trapped in is being indiscriminately bombed.

@hane-qazaz

@naimq

Written by @rumiandroses

Hossam, his wife Hanan, and their four children—Bashar (9 years), Hani (8 years), Diana (4 years), and Habiba (9 months)—are currently trapped in an area now dangerously close to evacuation zones that are being actively bombed.

Images: Hossam shared the most recent evacuation warning given to the people in the area he and his family are living in. The Al-Qazzaz family is currently in block 111, and the bombings are only getting closer to them.

A few days ago, Hossam messaged us just after a missile strike, telling us he was going to bravely help transport wounded civilians who were calling out for help from the darkness. Today, he wrote again:

“We are fine my friend, but the bombing does not stop at all and it is everywhere. Many, many of our neighbors have been martyred. We have become afraid to leave our place except for extreme necessity.”

Can you imagine raising small children in that kind of fear? Trying to survive when every trip outside could mean death? The family has already survived long nights of bombing, where they didn’t think they’d see the morning. Now, they are holding out in a rapidly shrinking safe zone, surrounded on all sides by loss.

Images: (Top) Hossam Al-Qazzaz and Bashar, Hani, Diana, and Habiba. (Bottom) A recent photo of the children; your donations have made it possible for the family to buy what little food they can find, as famine spreads in Gaza and the prices of basic food items astronomically increase due to supply and demand.

Please, do NOT scroll past this family.

Pray for Hossam, Hanan, and their children.

Please share, and consider donating if you are able to help this family survive, and evacuate to safety when they are able.

You can donate to the Al-Qazzaz family's GoFundMe here:

The Al-Quzzaz family's campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters, and is (#287) on their list of verified fundraising campaigns.

[justmeinadaze]

November Rain (Part 5) (Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Warnings: Older (Late 30s) Daddy Eddie/ Young (early 20s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, Light Smut, Fluffy I love you smut, light dirty talk, etc.

ANGST *Poses for an angsty picture with an angst photographer who has been paid in angst* Mentions of cheating, Y/N get smacked (brief), Eddie takes care of her and makes her feel safe, Eddie finalizes his divorce (brief), Ava causes ALL the problems, cliffhanger ending.

Shit gets real!

Enjoy <3

Word Count: 3955

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“I know this is probably a dumb question but how is everything going?”

Eddie smiles as he reads your message while he waits for his ex-wife to come in so they can proceed with finalizing everything for their divorce.

“It’s going.”

“Guess who she brought for moral support.”

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“I wish you could be here.”

“That sounds weird. I’m sorry.”

“Why would anyone wish someone they care about could come see a divorce proceeding?”

“Idiot, Munson.”

“Eddie! Lol. I know what you meant.”

“But I’m going to see you tonight and I promise to take care of you, Daddy ;).”

“Alright, guys thank you for your patience. We just wanted to run through everything here. Now we want to make it clear that Mr. Munson is asking for nothing thus will get nothing.”

“Yes, he knows words, Jerry. Nothing means nothing.”, Eddie’s lawyer sasses as he rolls his eyes. “Fortunately for your client, he’s gone against my advice when it comes to getting things that should be owed to him including documenting the infidelity.”

“What?”, Ava asked causing all eyes except Eddie’s to turn her way. “That’s an option?”

“Um, yes. Instead of filing for the divorce on grounds of infidelity, Mr. Munson chose ‘irreconcilable differences.’”

“Why?”

“Does it matter?”, his lawyer snapped.

“What? So he can seem like the fucking good guy?!” As Ava begins to yell, her lawyer hastily pats her arm hoping to shush her before she pushes herself into a corner. 

“I didn’t want it on record. Again, that part of our marriage should be between me and you. No one else.”, Eddie hisses under his breath while continuing to glare at the table in front of him. “Honestly, at this point whatever gets this done faster I’m ok with. I don’t want money or the physical stuff. I just want to move on with my girlfriend and my boxing career and be happy.”

His ex’s eyes scanned him over at the word “girlfriend” and remained on him till the papers were ready to be signed. The metalhead couldn’t scribble his name down fast enough but as soon as he did, he gathered his things and hastily exited the room. 

***

“Ok, sweetheart, smile.”, Eddie’s uncle beamed as he took a photo of Paige in her graduation gown holding her diploma with his hand-held camera. 

“I don’t know if you know this, old man, but phones can do that now.”, his nephew teases making you and your friend giggle as Wayne narrows his eyes his way. 

It had been a few weeks since Eddie’s divorce and he had just fairly recently started getting back to his old self. You spent as much time as you could at his apartment comforting him and listening to him break down as he vented. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Fuck! Why do I feel this way?”, he growled at himself.

“It’s ok, honey. It makes sense. I mean, you had a whole life and family with this woman. You loved her once and she hurt you.”

Tugging you into his arms, he held you to his chest. 

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Said the man who used a flip phone till like 2017.”, Paige joked.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.”, Eddie threw back before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her. “I’m so proud of you.”

You softly smiled as he kissed her forehead, praying that nothing would ruin this moment for either of them. 

The three of you weren’t that lucky. 

“Oh my God, sweetie, I’m so proud of you.”, Ava cried as she came forward to pry her daughter out of the metalhead’s arms to hug her tightly. 

Eddie and her boyfriend locked eyes before the long-haired man nodded silently signaling that he didn’t want any trouble today and the other man seemingly agreed, nodding back. 

“Can you believe it, Edward? Or daughter is a college graduate…again!”

“Nope. Can’t believe it at all.” As he forced a smile, Wayne patted his back comfortingly. “So, uh, we’re taking her to lunch and then I’ll have her back to you for dinner—”

“Oh…why don’t we all have lunch? I thought that was the plan anyway.”

“I, uh…” Your boyfriend’s protective eyes flick to his daughter before shifting your way and back to his ex. “I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Why not? We can all get along for one day I think, right, Paige?”

When your friend looked at you, you flashed her a soft smile as you took her hand. 

“It’s up to you, sweetheart.”, you whispered. 

“O-Ok, I guess that’s fine.”

***

Nothing about this lunch was fine.

While Wayne tried to start casual conversation, the tension between Ava and Eddie was palpable to say the least. 

“So, what are your plans now, Paige? Got a job lined up?”, he asked as she took a sip from the glass in front of her. 

“Um, yeah, kind of. There’s this museum downtown that wants to hire me to review and authenticate art. I’ve also been saving for a studio so I hope I can get that soon.”

“How much more do you need?”

“The down payment is $2500 and I’m about halfway there.”

“I have that if you need it, baby.”, Eddie offers making his daughter smile as she politely shakes her head. 

“Thank you but I want to do this myself.”

“I can understand that.”

“I’ll bet he does.”, her mom sassed under her breath causing her ex to shift his gaze her way. “Always did things all by your lonesome without consulting or worrying about me or your family.”

“Ava…”

Your hand on his thigh gave him pause as he heavily exhaled and leaned back in his seat. 

“I’m, um, I’m going to run to the bathroom. Y/N, will you…?”

“Yeah, of course.”

As soon as the both of you are out of sight, his ex-wife tilts towards him and points her finger in his face. 

“Why are you always trying to be the hero?”

“I’m her father.”

“Oh, like that really fucking matters to you.”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Ava. Our daughter just graduated college; can’t we fucking celebrate that? This is about her not us.”

“No.”, she hisses. “This is about you. Everything was always about you!”

“I’m not doing this.”, he repeated sternly. 

“Oh, you aren’t? You think your father of the year? You put everything over me and that little girl. First it was music, then it was boxing and now it’s your girlfriend.”

Eddie glared her way as his face scrunched in anger. 

“My girlfriend is none of your fucking business, Ava. I fought for years to make you happy but you always chose this fucker even when you gave me that fucking ultimatum. I’m finally with someone I don’t have to convince to treat me like a fucking person and who doesn’t fucking cheat on me.”

“You cheated on dad?”, Paige asked startling everyone at the table especially her father. “When? With him?”, she inquires as she points to her mother’s boyfriend. “You said you met him after dad left…that Dom helped you heal!”

“He did, honey.”, she tries to sooth, rising to her feet.

Your eyes meet Eddie’s, completely unsure of what to do but he seems equally lost as he also stands and allows things to play out. 

“When did you meet him? Before or after dad left?”

“Paige—”

“Answer me!”

At her outburst, people in the restaurant turned to look towards them. 

“Maybe we should head home to talk about this.”, Wayne interjects trying his best to be diplomatic. 

“Answer me, mom.”

“Did I meet Dom before Edward left for good, yes, but he was gone way before that. I was on my own most of the time and—”

“Don’t lie to her. The first time I caught you, I told you if you left him I would do everything in my power to work on us and even stopped boxing for a while but you kept seeing him so I left.”

“Why…why didn’t you say anything?”

“You had such a close relationship with your mom…I didn’t want to ruin that. Plus, like I tell you both, what happens between your mom and I should be between us. I never wanted you to get involved.”, Eddie answered honestly. 

“Oh please! I’m the bad parent here because I talked to my kid!?”

“Good wording, Ava. Ignoring the fact that you fucking lied!”

“You’re a liar to, Edward Munson!”, she spat as he looked at her with confusion. “Come on…it’s obvious your fucking Y/N.” Everyone at the table became silent as your eyes widen. “The way he looks at her, pulls out her chair, and smiles at her fucking compliments. He used to be that way with me in the beginning…”

Paige’s mouth drops in shock as she tries to understand the information coming at her. 

“No…No. Dad’s polite…he’s always been that way…Right?”, she asks as her gaze shifts towards him. “Right?”                

Eddie comes around the table to hastily grab her palms. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you. We met before either of us knew you were her roommate.”

  Silently, her bottom lip shakes as she yanks her hands from his grasp and power walks out the front door, ignoring the sound of your heels following after. 

“Paige, wait, please. Let me explain.”

At the sound of your voice, she stops dead in her tracks and turns to smack you hard. 

“After everything I’ve done for you, this is the thanks I get! God, you must think I’m really stupid, huh!? Us sitting there talking about your ‘boxer guy’ and me not knowing that you’re a fucking whore!”

“HEY!”, Eddie bellows as he comes up from behind you to face her. “I know you’re upset and you have every right to be, Paige Elizabeth Munson but that’s the woman I love so you will treat her with respect.”

“Respect?”, she cackled. “You didn’t show me respect when you decided to fuck one of my friends! Glad to know both my parents are despicable human beings!”, she growled as her mom finally came out as well before bobbing her head around her father to point your way. “You have 30 days to get your shit out of my apartment. Consider this your eviction notice.”

With that she turned and climbed in her car before speeding down the road. 

“We need to follow her.”

“Do we, Ava?!”, the metalhead screamed making you jump. “What are we going to say?! Because obviously you wanted to start a fucking a fight! What the fuck is wrong with you?! This was her graduation!”

“So it was ok for her to find out about my indiscretion today?!”

“SHE DIDN’T NEED ANY OF THIS TODAY! This why I wanted to take her to lunch privately!!”

“Ok, let’s calm—”

“Don’t you fucking speak or I swear to God.”, Eddie threatened Dom, stepping forward to intimidate him until his uncle quickly slid between them. 

“No. Paige is most important and both of you are her parents. Ava and Eddie, go find her. Dominick, son, I highly recommend you go home. This is between Paige and them. I’ll take Y/N back to my hotel and look after her till you’re done.”

As if he just remembered you were there, the boxer swung around and abruptly pulled you to his chest. 

“Are you ok?”

“No…go find your daughter, Eddie.” Cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs dried your tears that had begun to fall. “Go, Eddie. Now. GO!”, you shout he when hesitates to let you go as you shove his chest. 

“I got her, Ed. She’s safe with me.”, his uncle insisted as he wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders. 

The man’s eyes didn’t leave yours till he reached his motorcycle, hastily jumping onto it, and riding away in the direction Paige left in. 

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You listened to Wayne move about his hotel room as you tried to control the tears that were endlessly flowing. 

“Alright, honey, this is going to be cold.” You wince as he places a cold beer from his minibar against the growing bruise on your face. “I’m sorry. There’s no first aid here but the alcohol in that box there costs enough that it damn well should heal all wounds.”, he chuckles, smiling to himself when you breathily do the same. 

Again, he moves about and after a moment pushes what looks like an album into your field of view. 

“I bring that with me when I travel…mostly to embarrass Eddie.”

Slowly, you open the cover, smirking when you see a younger Wayne holding what you assume to be his baby nephew. 

“Yeah, I think that was the one and only time he was ever not talking.”, he teases as you flip the page. “That’s his mom and dad there; Elizabeth and Allen. She loved that kid more than anything.”

When your eyes met his, he heard the silent question reflect within them. 

“I think…my brother loved himself more than he ever loved them…which is why it kills my nephew that Ava makes those digs at him about him being selfish.”

Your head hung as you kept looking through pictures, softly smiling at the images of Eddie laughing with his mother or making funny faces at his uncle while he was doing something outside of the trailer. When you got to his high school photos, you fingers traced his face that seemed bright and hopeful. 

Him playing his guitar or D&D with his friends had a grin stretching wide but they didn’t compare to the one he wore when he was holding his newborn daughter. 

“When he found out Ava was pregnant, he was terrified but that first time he held her he told me it was like all his worries faded away and he knew he would do anything for that baby.”

With every photo, Paige got older but Eddie’s smile and the unconditional love in his eyes never faltered. 

“I keep this one in the back for obvious reasons but…” Tilting over you, he flips through the pages and pulls out a couple of images you immediately recognize as a young Eddie and Ava. He looked as handsome as ever in what you assume was a wedding photo with him in a tux and her in a white dress vaguely hiding her little baby bump. “Everyone kept calling it a ‘shot gun wedding’ but my nephew shut them down quick. ‘No, I love her. That’s my girl.’ He never wanted her to feel like they were getting married because they ‘had to’.”

A couple more pictures were behind it with Eddie kissing her cheek and Ava gently smiling at the action while another had him hugging her but she seemed to be pushing him away even while donning a small grin. 

“These past few months, he’s talked about a new girl he met but he never said your name. He just said it was complicated. Y/N, you should hear the way he talks about you…I’ve never once heard him sound that way about her. He seems so much happier since he met you… After everything that boy has been through, he deserves you.”

You started to sob and Wayne pulled you to his side as he tried to comfort you. 

A knock on his door had him promptly standing to answer it and as soon as Eddie saw your face from the doorway, he flew past his uncle to sit beside you, tugging you into his chest as he pet your head. 

“What happened with Paige?”, Wayne asked as he leaned against the dresser across from you both. 

“I, uh, we couldn’t find her but I called her boyfriend who said he’d keep an eye out for her so I think she’s with him. If she really wasn’t there he would have said he was going to go look for her to. He’s a good kid like that…”, he answered. 

“Do you want me to stay, Ed?”

The man holding you sighs as he shakes his head. 

“Naw, you don’t have to. I’m sorry for today—”

“No reason to be sorry, son. I’m used to being the referee.”, he laughs as his eyes scan you both over. “You should take her home so you two can rest and talk.”

After hugging his uncle, Eddie clings to your hand as he guides you to his motorcycle and puts on your helmet for you. As he straddles his bike and starts the engine, your arms wrap around him tightly causing his head to turn slightly when he hears your sniffles. 

The entire ride to his apartment, he kept one hand on the bike handle and the other on your leg or the back of your palm around his waist. At every stop light, your hands would press against his chest as you squeezed him a bit harder like a little girl does with a teddy bear when she’s scared. 

You were dropping and he could feel that energy radiating from you. 

You were terrified you were about to be in the same situation you had been when you and your ex broke up; a place you never wanted to be again. 

You just wanted to feel safe. 

###################

As soon as you both entered his apartment, Eddie allowed his protective mode to fully kick in as he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and took hold of your hand to lead you to the bathtub. 

Your eyes remained downcast as you listened to him turn on the water and throw in all the smells he knew you loved. Placing himself on the edge, he gently pulled you between his legs and carefully removed your dress along with your undergarments, tossing them to the side. 

A tear rolled down your cheek and he caught it with his thumb as he caressed your face. 

Once the bath was ready, he guided you in before suddenly disappearing. Your sad irises searched for him but he came back fairly quickly, flashing you a hair tie and taking off his slacks so he could sit behind you. 

You hummed lightly as his fingers gently massaged your head, threading through your hair gradually as he took his time pulling it out of your face. 

Eddie’s heart broke as he listened to you try to contain your tears, sliding down into the warm water to softly kiss your skin while holding you in his embrace. 

“Oh, Eddie, your shirt and your—”

His index finger on your lips silenced as he shook his head. 

“I don’t care.”, he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder. “All I care about right now is you.”

“Should you?”, you whisper as your vision clouds once again. “I know how much you care about your daughter. You lost so much time w-with her because of Ava… I don’t want to be the reason you lose her again.”

“Y/N, I gave up music to become a husband and father. I gave up boxing to work in a grungy mechanic shop to take care of my family. I gave up my reputation so my daughter could have a relationship with her mother. My dad and my ex-wife both gave up on me… I even gave up on myself for a while there…but then I met you.”

His calloused fingers firmly grip your cheeks, craning your neck so your eyes could meet his.

“I will NOT give up on you.”

Water splashes out of the tub as you turn around to straddle him as you cling your arms around his neck and push your face into him as you sob. 

“Everything’s ok, baby. I got you.”

When your bath became too cold, the metalhead rose to his feet to grab a towel and dry you off before doing the same with himself. As he began to walk towards his closet to get you a shirt to wear, you pulled on his wrist and shook your head.

Tossing a smirk your way, he walked you to his bed where you both crawled naked under the covers laying on your sides facing each other. 

“You said you loved me. Did you mean it?”

His brown eyes search yours for a moment before silently nodding. 

“I figured it was kind of obvious but I’ve been in love with you since I saw you from the ring.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I have said it a few times but you were asleep.”

Scooting closer to him, you place your arm over his hip and run your fingers down his back while in return he does the same with you. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

As he places his forehead against yours, a heavy sigh escapes his chest as his eyes close. 

“Say it again, please.”, he whispers. 

Your lips hover near his and he whines slightly at the pleasurable feeling of your warm breath.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

The man practically growled as his mouth crashed to yours.

“I love you to, Y/N… so fucking much…you’re safe with me, baby, I promise.”

As his kisses became more passionate, you felt the needy energy between the two of you grow.

“Make love to me, Daddy…please.”

At your plea, he firmly pushed you onto your back, sliding one of his arms behind your head and pulling you closer to his chest. After lifting the leg that was closest to him over his hip, you whimpered at the sound of him licking his palm before stroking his spit along his shaft and gradually entering your core. 

While one of your arms circled around his neck, the other held his hand as he began slowly thrusting his cock deeper inside you inch by delicious inch. 

“Oh my God…”

“I got you, sweetheart. You’re my girl and I’m—fuck—I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

Eddie continued to whisper in your ear as his pace steadily hastened and your eyes rolled shut as you absorbed every word. 

“I love you, baby girl. I’m gonna buy you a nice house where Daddy c-can have you in every room. I’m…I’m gonna work hard so I can buy my girl anything she wants. I’m gonna take you on dates and show you off because you—mmph—you deserve to be seen.”

“E-Eddie…”

Your whine drives him crazy, licking the tips of his fingers and pressing them perfectly against your clit causing you to moan louder. The man’s nose grazes your cheek as he pants and you can’t help but keen into the beautiful sound.

“S-Say it again, Y/N.”

“I love you, baby. Fuck, M’gonna cum.”

“Daddy’s got you, honey. It’s ok, let go.”

Your body trembles as you moan his title, his fingers continuing to play with your clit as you come undone.

“That’s my good girl. My perfect girl.”

His large palm cups your breast as he chases his high and your lips connect to his as your tongues dance together. 

Pulling away slightly, his nose scrunches as he grunts and you feel his release paint your walls. 

“Are you ok?”

You nod, wincing slightly as he pulls his softening cock out of your pussy and you roll onto your side again to face him. Placing his hand on your back, he pulls you close once more and you can’t help but giggle as he places gentle kisses on your forehead down to your nose. 

“Y/N?”, Eddie whispers, his eyes still closed as he tenderly keeps caressing your skin, smirking cheekily when you respond with a sleepy hm.

“Will you marry me?”

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[wisteria-lodge]

Re Snape and being a spy, I was always so so baffled that after Dumbledore exposed Snape as his spy, Voldemort was arrogant enough to take Snape back.

Because of course he would never. After Voldemort killed Lily, too? Lol. Lmao, even. Snape would have become the first name in the burn book. Undesirable №0.

And if it meant that Voldemort would never ask Snape to come back, that would mean that Dumbledore IS actually merciful, that he does actually understand how grooming works and for real saved Snape, and gave him his second chance. Which of course would make Dumbledore a fundamentally good person, and not like, whatever JKR writes.

I was always very... unsure on what JKR actually thinks good is. Because, well. Sometimes she writes someone being righteous, and doing very, very dubious shit. No one ever said "Hermione, kidnapping is bad" or "Hermione, erasing the memories of your parents is bad", or even "However bad Umbridge was, that scene is written as angry men kidnapping a woman and then her being returned traumatized from,,,,, SOMETHING".

It's fine when Hagrid makes fun of Dudley for being fat, but it's not fine when Draco makes fun of Mrs. Weasley for being fat. It's fine for Arthur to "get off" Ludo Bagman's brother after he gets in trouble, and get 10 expensive top-box tickets out of it. But Fudge doing "favors" for Lucius after he... donates money to St. Mungos... now that's unacceptable.

JKR's view of morality is that there are good people and bad people, and that if you're a good person your actions are by definition good. It's why she's so interested in mechanisms to sort out the good people - the Sorting Hat putting people into Gryffindor, and now the Qilin picking out the most worthy King Wizard. Occasionally a Good person will be tempted off the Good Path because of a Bad influence (ie - Snape falling under the thrall of his pureblood buddies and then snapping back to center, Dumbledore falling in with of Grindelwald and then repenting, Percy becoming enamored with the Ministry... etc.)

JKR also seems to really, really dislike arrogance. Lockhart, Lucius, Draco, Percy... and Voldemort is the most arrogant of them all. Him trusting Snape is definitely an example of him being extremely stupid... but his inflated sense of his own grandeur, his own importance, that's totally been set up. Also, clearly the guy does not have a great understanding of the intricacies of romantic relationships.

“He desired her, that was all,” sneered Voldemort, “but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him —”

If I wanted to get psychological about this, I'd say that Voldemort doesn't think about his relationships in terms of love (i mean, dumbledore thinks he loves the snake but that's neither here nor there) but in terms of whether people are WORTHY of him or not. Wormtail is objectively extremely effective... but he's not worthy, based on whatever set of criteria Voldemort has in his head. Voldemort/Bellatrix and Voldemort/Barty jr. (I see it) absolutely feature Bellatrix and Barty doing some very extreme things to prove themselves worthy of him. So it's not surprising that Voldemort lands on that word when talking about Snape's potential rebound.

Especially because Voldemort absolutely has experience with people desiring him, physically. (DEFINITELY Hepzibah Smith, and there's no way she was the first. Tom is playing the part of the Charmer on purpose.) So on some level, I'll buy that he just thinks that's what love is.

Where we get into potential plotholes is with legilimency. Dumbledore and Voldemort can still read minds, and still they both think Snape is working for them. Either Snape is able to construct false memories for them to look at... or maybe if a occulumens is good enough you just can't read their mind, even if they want you too. Except *Harry* can read Snape's mind? Is he just Anakin Skywalker levels of powerful? (I mean, maybe.) But then does that also means that DRACO'S occlumency is good enough to fool Voldemort?

(the biggest sign that JKR just did not really think the whole legilimency/occlumency thing through... is the detail that Bellatrix taught Draco occlumency. Why would she do that? (especially because at that point she's starting not to trust him.) Even if she did want to, why would Bellatrix - who is an enforcer/berserker type, not stealth, not a spy, not good at/inclined to conceal her emotions... why would she be able to conceal her thoughts? Why would she even WANT to, when her main thing is desperately seeking connection with Voldemort?

[sillygoofyqueer]

So, originally Crowyuan occured when Bingge was already Demon Emperor, then came the idea of him becoming known as the Corvid King while Binghe was still a little disciple. What if he transmigrates and becomes known as the Corvid King before Binghe is even born? What if he finds this poor abused slave boy and decides This Is Mine Now before realising Oops! He's taken the scum villain under his wing, metaphorically and possibly physically too. Too bad, that's his son/little brother now. Oh but what if he transmigrates a little earlier and it goes the same except it's with both Shen Jiu AND Yue Qi? Or with all the other slave children too because he feels bad just saving two, even if those two are the only ones relevant to the original plot?

Wow....the Original™ Crowyuan timeline........back in the good old days where I didn't have so many different AUs to think about.....(/silly I love them all) ANYWAY. Corvid King crowyuan would definitely stumble across the street kids - he gains B-points n shit through answering prayers and gaining followers, so of course he's going to listen to the prayers of some poor little street children with nowhere else to go. It's not like he doesn't have the means to look after them, whether that be giving them to couples who badly want a child but can't have one for whatever reason, or placing them into orphanages that he funds himself (note: they don't know that he's funding it, they just believe there's a generous rich person donating whenever they need the money). However, when he's dealing with this new band of street kids, there is one child who just....does not want to let go of him. He scorns Crowyuan's existence when the deity first finds them in the alleys, offering gentle words of reassurance despite the late hour and leading the children along (yes, "Come Little Children" style, what kind of animal do you take me for?). Unlike the other naïve idiots, Shen Jiu and Yue Qi have seen this played out before. A stranger comes in the night, promising food and a home and love, and those who follow are found not long after. Dead. Crowyuan watches on in...a mixture of respect and worry as one of the children tries to explain the danger of following strangers in the night to the others, and another stands back and watches it happen, scorn clear upon his face. These children should not know the harsh dangers of life, not so young, but it is good that at least two of them are smart enough to not trust strangers, even if that isn't necessary in this instance. So, he offers proof of who he is. He sits down and tells them who he is, and he makes them pray, so he can listen to what they want. The snappy, unimpressed child doesn't, he just glares and scoffs when his friend drops his head down, but then shifts as if to protect him if necessary. When he respond's to this friend's prayer aloud - "Xiao-Jiu would be happy and safe in a bed, I think" - everyone seems to startle. (Of course, he has to repeat this exercise many times until this snappish child, this 'Xiao-Jiu', finally relents). He finally is able to lead these children to a nearby orphanage, ran by people who could do so much good with just the right amount of gold, and he drops them off there along with a pouch filled with gold. However, when he turns to leave, Xiao-Jiu clings to him. He stares up at him with a sort of fury in his eyes, demanding to know who he thinks he is, ditching them after dumping them off with these random people. A street child who speaks to a god, whose fear of being left by his saviour outweighs his fear of the power this creature wields, and does not hesitate to cling to this deity's robes with his dirty hands.

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

You may notice I frequently comment on the assumptions people make about animal facilities based on their branding. Frequently, people assume accredited facilities are inherently better for animals than unaccredited facilities, or assume sanctuaries are inherently more moral / better at caring for their animals than zoos.

I want to show you an example of why I am always, always skeptical of these assumptions.

If you’re in the California area, you might have heard about Hank the Tank - who is actually a Henrietta, btw - the 500 pound nuisance bear from Lake Tahoe who broke into 21 homes in search of food. She was recently captured by wildlife officials and moved to a sanctuary in Colorado. The Wild Animal Sanctuary has three main facilities, two in Colorado and one in TX. To give you some context, it’s the biggest carnivore sanctuary in the country - they advertise somewhere between 300-500 animals, mostly large carnivores, between their properties. It’s where most of the Tiger King cats went. It’s PETA’s preferred placement for confiscated exotic animals. So, obviously, it’s got to be great, right? Except… take a look at what they posted about Henrietta’s arrival.

Here’s their post about Henrietta’s arrival at the Refuge, the large facility in Colorado that isn’t open to the public. Let’s take a closer look at that food trough…

What do we see here? An entire rotisserie chicken that is either blackened or highly seasoned, and a whole ham. Maybe a second chicken underneath the pile, I can’t quite tell. The sanctuary gets the majority of their bear food donated from groceries stores once it’s past the sell-by date, so we know those are older meats and they’re full of a ton of salt. Then, for fruit and veg, there’s a cantaloupe, mango, corn, avocado, grapes, and apples. Maybe a pepper or two, it’s hard to tell. That’s a lot of sugar and not a lot of fiber or roughage.

But… on top of it and to the right… are those Twizzlers?

Yes.

The sanctuary confirmed on Facebook that they fed this recently rescued obese bear what looks like almost an entire pack of Twizzlers.

I don’t know of any world in which it’s appropriate to feed candy to a bear. Maybe a piece or two as a really high value reinforcer for hard behaviors (that isn’t relevant here, it’s openly against this sanctuary’s ethos to do any husbandry or medical training). An entire pack of Twizzlers is just appalling. But it’s not uncommon for this facility! I have a book written about their operations and animal care (that I bought at their gift shop this spring) which openly discusses how the bears get fed bread, doughnuts, marshmallows, and all sorts of incredibly unhealthy food that comes in with the grocery donations.

But hey, this is apparently fine for the bears, according to the sanctuary’s founder. He was quoted in that same book as saying “Bears are the only animal I know of that can eat insane amounts of sugar and it never hurts them. It does not hurt their organs. They do not get clogged arteries. They do not have high blood pressure. In the wild they eat all these sweet berries in the fall, and they convert sugar to fat… so the more sugar they get the better… we would all love to have a system like that!”

Now while it’s true that bears have physiological adaptations that modulate their insulin production and sensitivity in ways that appear to prevent them from from developing diabetes, that does’t mean it’s healthy for them to regularly eat processed carbohydrates, sugar, and general junk food. And remember - Henrietta gained her fame because of how incredibly overweight she already is, and because she was seeking out human food, According to the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife, a healthy weight for a normal adult black bear is between 100-300 pounds. So, obviously, the best thing to do is… continue to feed her candy.

Then, later on in the book, it details how they have to bribe a camel to sit tight for a regular medical examination (since they don’t train for medical behaviors) by letting him drink a can of Mountain Dew each time.

If a zoo was known publicly to be feeding their animals Mountain Dew or a couple Twizzlers - even just once, on a rare occasion - they’d be eviscerated in the media and by public opinion. But feeding out inappropriate junk food appears to be a pretty common practice at this place, and it just goes unscrutinized because everyone assumes sanctuaries are inherently better for animals.

So, long story short, never make assumptions about the quality of a facility based on it’s branding or accreditation. (TWAS is accredited by the Global Federation of Animal Sanctuaries). If you have concerns about the ethics or practices of a facility, always try to put your preconceptions aside, go and see for yourself, and think critically about what you see and what you’re told.

[gamerbot-22]

Trigun Cuddles

Because I am ill and depressed and I would like my blorbos to hold me about it. (Literally I am in the middle of the worst cold of my fucking LIFE right now but I persist. Somehow.)

Also it’s kinda wild that it’s taken me this long to write anything for Trigun considering it’s taken over my life entirely since I finished watching TriStamp a while back? So here's me trying to rectify that.

TW/CWs: Written with no definitive versions of these characters in mind (except Knives/Nai) but my clearest point of reference is TriStamp, probably overly sappy in places because I’m allowed it as a treat, pretty romantic in tone because I’m Normal, barely proofread.

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, RQs are open, it’s all under the cut! (If anyone sends me a Trigun request I will kiss you on the mouth /p)

I’m experimenting with layouts, too. What do you guys think?

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Please hold him he has been through so much and he deserves it—

Triple S-Tier fucking cuddler. I will not be convinced otherwise, he’s just the perfect shape for it.

He’ll lay down first and let you move him however you want him so you’re comfy first. Partially does this because of his chronic need to people please and partially because he’s slept in so many weird positions over the years that he genuinely doesn’t mind if it means he gets to hold you.

If you ask, though, his favorite position is any one that makes it easy to put his face against your neck. He just wants to be close.

Being a Plant means he’s, by default, very cool to the touch, I think. Vash is a Well Ventilated King like that—

Also if you let him I think he’ll sneak little kisses sometimes. They never last more than a second or two, but this is what happens when you’re in smoochin’ distance!!

He has dreams most nights, so that means a bit of sleep-talking and mumbling, but if you pet his hair he usually calms down, nuzzling in closer and giving you a little squeeze about it.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Another man who desperately needs a cuddle.

I think he takes a bit more convincing than Vash, though. Like Vash’ll drop everything to give you a hug but Nico is, ironically enough, more of a cat about it. You gotta let him come to you, y’know?

But if you do it’s really nice. He wants to be as close as possible, because he cares a lot and he trusts you, but he’s bad at saying it and this is a good way to make up for all the silence.

He’s strong and you can feel it, but he’s careful. He never crushes you, he's just got you tight so you’re up against his chest all night.

Also this man is a radiator. Blankets are not recommended when cuddling with him because you will wake up in a sea of your own sweat—

He can also be a bit of an asshole about his scruff. He knows it’s rough like the rest of him, but he’s less sorry about it than his calloused hands so guess who’s gonna be on the receiving end of some scratchy-ass nuzzles!!!

He doesn’t sleep-talk, but he does snore, so sometimes you gotta roll him over into a new position to spare yourself the sound.

📸 Meryl Stryfe

Augh... Meryl.... Underrated queen...

I feel like cuddling is not that hard of a sell for her, especially since Gunsmoke nights are cold as shit. And it's compounding with Meryl being one of those people with "feel how cold my hands are" circulation.

Probably gonna have to ask people to donate blankets to The Cause, but hey!! You'll be like two caterpillars sharing a cocoon by the end of the night, and isn't that what it's all about?

Also you're probably gonna want to make sure that cocoon is wrapped up tight because Meryl kicks in her sleep. Not hard, I don't think, but you can definitely feel it in any dreams you have--

Thankfully though, she's very quiet. No sleep-talking, no snoring (usually,) just. A Lotta Movement unless you're holding her especially tight.

I think she's very versatile when it comes to cuddling positions, though. Like some nights she wants to be held and then the next night she wants to be the one doing the holding.

And I'm very firmly of the belief that Meryl is the type to pack pjs whenever she goes somewhere. So like, with Vash and Wolfie you're going to have to deal with various states of undress, Meryl has a really cute, soft two-piece set of pjs.

💼 Milly Thompson

That's right!!! She's here too!!! I felt the need to include this sweetheart even though she's probably the main character I know the least about (one day I will finish '98 and Maximum, this I swear--)

Vash and Meryl being Well Ventilated Royalty 🤝 Nico and Milly being Human Shaped Hot Water Bottles--

Unlike Wolfie though, I think Milly is a much more comfortable heat. Like you can still have a light blanket over the two of you and be okay.

Also low-key I think Milly is objectively the best cuddler in this bunch. She came from a family with like a million kids, she's probably very used to sharing a bed while still being comfortable.

Like if you just tell her how you're the most comfortable she has the position down to a science. It's an observed science, but a science nonetheless!!!

If you ask her what she likes, though, the gal just wants to be cradled. She wants to feel precious and protected, damnit!!

Similar to Meryl, I think she has pajamas packed, and hers is this really long, comfy nightgown that feels really nice to hang on to.

🔪 Millions Knives / Nai

No. [Gets up from my desk]

[I am forcibly placed back in front of my computer] Alright, alright! Jesus Christ, look-- I can play in the space, but truly, down to my core, I feel like there is no way in hell Nai would go down for a cuddle on anyone else's terms. Just like. Idk. "Don't cuddle with this knife pervert" or whatever BDG said in that Polygon Mortal Kombat video I love so much.

Vash and Meryl are Well Ventilated. Nai is fucking freezing. Like the only temperature comfortable way to do this is for you to channel the thickest burrito you have ever seen and pray that's enough blankets.

You get. Maybe an arm out of this trade deal. At least at first. He already went out of his way to get you nice blankets, and you want more? In this economy he's trying to run into the ground??? Humans are so selfish! (He is doing all this complaining while hoisting you and your blankets' mass over to his side of whatever horizontal surface you have claimed as a bed--)

Aside from whatever limb he has on you, I just. I don't think he even sleeps. Like it turns more into a Forced Meditation for him where he just lays on his back and stares at the ceiling while you relax/get some z's.

The Weird Space Onesie Stays ON During Sex Cuddles.

Maybe. Maybe. If he likes you enough... You get to spend a cuddle session swaddled up in that spaceman-ass security blanket jacket/hood/whatever-it-is he wears.

[primofate]

About boycotting Genshin Impact: Natlan skin colour issue and McDonalds.

(Read if you care about these issues and care about what I'm doing.)

If you are only here for a TLDR and want to know if I'm still writing Genshin fanfiction here's the short story: (I appreciate all the encouraging messages and all the love, but I may need to find another platform if things aren't working out here. If that day comes I will surely post over here and let you know where I've gone, but for now, though it is quite unpleasant, I do like and am used to the tumblr format. )

Long post starts here:

Decided to finally say something about this, because I feel like I've read up adequately about things.

First off, to the anon who claimed that I didn't care (who revealed their real identity in my inbox and apologized) I appreciate your bravery and also appreciate the apology. But I'm not going to lie to you, I don't really care for your presence around here, specially after what happened.

About the Natlan issue and the lack of tan/brown/dark skinned colour characters,

I understand why people are upset. I had a conversation with someone about this on tumblr, on how me, myself, I get upset when there is a lack of FEMALE main characters in games (I am mostly talking about the Persona Franchise, the main characters are always MALE, time and time again I always wait for a FEMALE MC, but am always disappointed that it hasn't happened EXCEPT of course, for P3 Portable and P2EP. Finally you had the option to play as Female, but that was it. I mean, it's 2024. WHY is there a lack of FEMALE MC in Persona? Anyhow, that is a different topic altogether.) so I can see how it could be disappointing for POC to see less or even NO characters that are POC.

That part, I totally understand.

All of your actions, boycotting, not rolling, not playing the game, being free to play, I UNDERSTAND all of that.

Now, recently there has been a big issue with Genshin Impact collaborating with McDonalds, because the chain supports Israel (but McDonalds is a franchise... and different owners have different ways of using their ownership of the chain/profit they make off it, so idk how that equals to all McDonalds support Israel. Educate me on this if I'm wrong.) People are saying that they are uninstalling the game because of it.

Again, I UNDERSTAND why you would do that.

I think what I need to address is what I am going to do.

And I'm not gunna lie to you, I don't think I'm going to stop playing the game (and I don't spend much money in game in the first place).

Does it mean that I support the bad situations they've put themselves in or the bad choices they've made? No, but of course there will be people who will say I play the game = I support their thoughts. Can it not just be simply I play the game = I enjoy the game/story?

I am being transparent and I think that's better than some of the people online who keep saying they won't play anymore but you KNOW some of them still do. Like, come on. Don't lie.

If that makes me a bad person according to you judgers out there, then so be it. Who really are you to claim I'm a bad person just because I play a game? Do you know what kinds of things I do in real life? What groups I help out and what organizations I donate to? What really do you know about what I do in real life? Maybe think about that before pointing your finger at someone online, and maybe think about what YOU are doing in real life too, instead of just being keyboard fighters, have you done anything to enhance the lives of other people?

Am I still going to write Genshin fanfiction?

Honestly if I stop doing it, it's because the interaction here on tumblr has been so toxic. LESS people commenting and interacting, I don't really mind much because I enjoy writing in general, I don't do it for you, I do it for me.

I am STILL writing, but at a slower pace because of my real life plus everything that's surrounding the game and the toxicity at the moment. I am even considering not posting on tumblr and just releasing stories like Ruthless Prince, stories that would be available through physical copy or ebooks that you have to pay for (that way I don't get nasty interactions and messages and those who really want to read my stuff can just pay and enjoy it) but as you all know, I'm not money hungry, I still post a lot of free stuff over here, but again, I'm not going to lie, there isn't much reason for me to post on tumblr anymore, specially with all the controversies and attacking going on.

I appreciate all the encouraging messages and all the love, but I may need to find another platform if things aren't working out here. If that day comes I will surely post over here and let you know where I've gone, but for now, though it is quite unpleasant, I do like and am used to the tumblr format.

The End.

[marysdonuts]

Tom and Jerry

school clown!Hoshi x top student!reader

Synopsis: After transferring schools the attention seeker Soonyoung keeps getting on your nerves. Fortunately it is way too easy to make fun of his somewhat lacking intellect. One day you take your snarky comments too far and Hoshi is all fun and games, until he wasn't

Warnings: smut, enemies to lovers, high IQ (f.) x low IQ (m.), slight angst, school setting, classmates, public sex, revenge sex, dirty talk, crack, spanking, fingering, penetration, inferiority complex, questionable fashion choices

WC: 1.4K

Status: part 1 (ongoing), part 2

a/n: join my taglist to get notified about new chapters

Changing schools was easier than you thought it would be. You were halfway through your senior year of high school at the crisp age of 17. The family had to move to different city for work. Making new friends was effortless - you were intelligent, good looking and fun to be around. Of course, big part of your popularity was thanks to the charm of the next new thing which always attracted many admirers. You were getting straight A's, enjoyed busy social life, everything seemed perfect.

Well, almost perfect.

If it wasn't for Hoshi Kwon. The school's appointed clown, now pushing 19 years old, he failed his senior year twice. Pathetic, how could somebody be so stupid? You hated him the moment he showed up on the first day of school - in purple suit, tiger print on the collar with matching hat. Cane in hand. Kicking the door open while singing Sherlock from Shinee he danced can-can. His legs flying up to the rhythm of - I'm so curious yeah! Everybody loved the performance. Everybody except you. The fuck? Where did he even get that ugly ass outfit and apparently his real name was not Hoshi but Soonyoung. Who the hell calls themselves Hoshi? Does he think he is a celebrity? Stupid ass name.

After the teacher assigned him as your desk-mate he made it his mission to annoy you. Teacher's reasoning being - he might calm down sitting next to the top student. Such a nonsense. Isn't it their job to know how to control the kids? You weren't getting paid enough for this. In fact, weren't getting paid at all!!

//

On Friday he arrived to class more excited than usual.

"Look at my fit!" kicking his foot proudly on the wooden desk in front of you. Before you had time to push him off he continued

"Do you like my new shoes?" expecting compliments

"I haven't seen uglier shoes in my entire life." you responded with no emotions what so ever

"What do you mean ugly" his already small eyes squinting into straight lines, eyebrows frowning comically

You couldn't help but laugh. He looked like cartoon character

"Now you laughing at me too?!" Stomping the foot that was still resting on your desk " They are Balenciaga!" still stomping

"They look like boats," lazily resting your chin on the top of you hand "if refugees used these," pointing at the monstrosity "instead of those tiny motor boats, their survival rate would be 100%"

You could hear an audible *gasp* leaving his mouth and muffled laughs from the classmates sitting behind you.

"You are the worst!" he cried out "Do you even know how expensive they were.." tear forming at the corner of his cartoony eyes

"Probably as expensive as the donations your parents must be sending to the school each year to keep you studying here" your voice full of disdain

"wow a kick under the belt now, huh?" you could see the wheels in his little hamster brain spinning at full speed

"You will regret this" was all he could come up with in the moment

"I don't think so" smirk on your face beamed with satisfaction but the sudden dark shadow crossing Soonyoung's usually friendly face put a knot in your stomach

//

Much later that day, after your extra-curricular classes finished, you are standing in the dimly lit locker room reorganising the mess compiled after busy week. School was already empty and you loved the silence. The long halls full of lockers did look a bit spooky now but it wasn't your first time being there alone.

Squeeky steps approaching from behind you. Sounded like one of those Crocs.

"Anybody there?" you were sure it was just your imagination, simply asking the ghosts a rhetorical question

"What if there is.." vibrations of low growl echoed thru your ear sending shivers down the spine

"The hell..?" catching a glimpse of Hoshi in your peripheral vision. Why is he here this late? You knew damn well he ain't taking any extra classes.

"I was waiting for you..." his voice even closer now, hot breath touching the exposed skin of your neck. He was so close to you. You could hear his heart beating. Du dum. Du dum. Du dum. Stable. Confident. In control. Yours on the other hand reaching high frequency of dudududududum.

"What do you think you are doing, Kwon?" forced annoyance in your tone trying to mask something that was hiding a bit deeper. Panic perhaps?

"You tell me," he laughed but it sounded more like a threat "aren't you the one who knows it all?" Pressing the weight of his athletic body on yours, something hard forcing itself against your bottom made you gasp

"h-hey what's your problem.." you tried to sound intimidating, voice betraying you suddenly, only producing shattered whine

"You" not waisting one more second Soonyoung licked the curve of your neck completely sandwiching you between his throbbing heat and your cold locker. Kissing your sensitive skin as if he was waiting for it for so long. Wet kisses quickly becoming possessive bites leaving marks as his signature.

"oh fu-" was all that managed to escape your quivering lips as his hand spanked your ass with such force, it took your breathe away. You didn't want to admit it, but this situation? It was making you so incredibly wet.

Yes, you did hate him. Yes, he was annoying and loud. Always wanting to be the centre of attention. Apart from that you couldn't deny how good looking he actually was. Only person in school who could pull off blond hair and those horrendous outfits.Oh and how the lean muscles played on his body during P.E. class..? Except for his personality, he was 10/10

"You don't have any smart comeback now, do you?" Slapping you once more. Making you loose your breath - again.

"You look much nicer like this" the hand on your bottom started to move lower. Pushing your legs apart with his knee, making a way for his long fingers. Lightly tracing the center of your soaked panties

"stupid uniform-" you cursed. Why the hell did boys wear trousers but they made girls wear skirts? The last line of defence has been crossed.

"Oh?" rubbing the wet fabric "you are dripping all over your pretty panties" the strokes becoming spirals, combining your folds and the textile into unified mess

"I-I'm not..!" knees weakening into his skilful movements

"Mmm, I thought top students are not allowed to lie" forcing two fingers inside of you without warning. Deliciously thrusting into your pool of need.

"shut up-" already moaning. What the fuck am I doing? Now pushing your ass to meet his motion.

"If you are going to fuck me, at least do it right" another push against him "or are you too stupid even for that?" you mocked him, taking at least a bit of your power back

All you could hear was Hoshi's sinful laugh and clinking of metal as his jeans came undone collapsing on the tiled floor. His throbbing member now on your clit soaking in the wetness you produced. Gliding teasingly over it

"What if I don't want to?" rubbing in painfully slow rhythm, making you see stars

Hoshi was very much enjoying this moment. Moment of having upper hand on somebody he couldn't challenge intellectually, on somebody who always knew what to say, somebody who was making him feel and look small. Crushing his ego on everyday basis. Fortunately you were just his type.

"P-please..?" heard yourself saying. Almost as surprised as he was. But fuck it, his dick felt so good on you pussy and it was long time since you had any intimacy. It made you uncharacteristically needy. What's wrong with little steamy sex in the locker room? Nothing. Yeah.

"Please Soonyoung, I want to feel you inside of me. I can't take it anymore. You win."

Grin from ear to ear Hoshi finally entered you with such an enthusiasm like a kid getting the toy he really wanted.

Holding you by the wrists you were hanging off in empty air. Slapping the balls against your needy pussy he was pounding you mercilessly. Waves of pleasure running thru every inch of your body. You didn't notice it before but now you could feel it clearly. His dick had a curve to it and it felt fucking good. On every thrust the tip hitting you exactly where you wanted. You were full of him.

Why is it always these good for nothing guys who fuck the best? Or maybe you were just too harsh on him? You pondered as the following thrust almost took you over the edge, making your head fall forward.

And down there between your trembling legs pair of hideous Balenciaga sneakers

[vamp0rivm]

Can u do a drabble or hcs on cuddling Ellie?

Ur writing is so good I love everything U write :>

WREATHE

warnings: not much, mostly fluff, basically the rq, mdni with my account tho😏

a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR I KID YOU NOT LIKE HALF A YEAR IM GENUINELY SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😰 thank you so much for sending the rq even though i took the piss responding, also this is a drabble bc i don’t think i’d be good at doing hcs 😭 i have some shit coming up at uni so i prolly won’t put anything out for a while but i have an idea for a new fic in the drafts !!! very excited…

ramadan has started which means israel’s violence against the Palestinian people will worsen as it does every year, purely for the sake of inflicting even more psychological torture on them. please, now more than ever, pray for them if you’re religious, talk about palestine, boycott, protest, strike, donate if you can, contact the people in charge. don’t let people forget. here’s a link to some details on the situation. everybody stay safe 💗.

10:47 - you return from a strenuous day of patrol and odd jobs around Jackson. You’re slightly tipsy, a drink or two from the Tipsy Bison churning a pool of warmth within your stomach.

The place is stagnant when you push the door open, as if coming home to nobody.

Ellie must’ve gone to bed early today.

You drift to the bathroom despite the fact that the house feels apocalyptic, and sit in the gentle rush of water, scrubbing your skin weakly with aching arms.

When you enter your room, everything is still, except for the rhythmic rise and fall of Ellie’s figure beneath the covers on the bed backed against the wall.

You throw the dampened towel that is slung over your shoulder carelessly and walk over to the bed, gently settling beside her.

For a while, you feel content. Sleep is lulling you in, the room is shadowy, the bed is warm, and the sound of Ellie’s deep-sleep-breaths (totally not snores at all, she swears) are soft like TV static in the back of your mind.

Your eyes are on the verge of fluttering closed for the last time tonight so you turn onto your side and nestle into yourself.

Then, there’s a harsh jolt and the bed shifts. You can feel Ellie’s puzzled gaze raking over you, the realisation that you’re home setting in, and your lips twist into a smile subconsciously. The night rarely ends without the inebriating buzz of affection.

A quiet sigh escapes the enclosure of her blush-pink lips before she reclines into the pillows once more, eyes never leaving the still curvature of your figure. Not a moment passes and her arms encircle your waist, warmth embracing your torso and pressing against your hair like a wreathe of absolute comfort.

A barely audible mumble tickles the helix of your ear,

“Hey, babe,” accompanied by the phantom touch of her lips against your cheeks in her half-asleep state. You scrunch your nose before turning into the love she offers you.

“Hey, Els.”

You begin to mumble butterfly details about the happenings of the day as you feel the surface of her skin raise with goosebumps under the delicate tracing of your fingertips - down her bare thighs, along the round of her hip, along her stomach and under her boobs - easing airy chuckles out of her.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Hm? Nothin’…”

You can already picture the smirk on her dazed face,

“Ya sure there? You want somethin’, babe?”

A playful scoff and she’s looking at you with feigned shock against the weight of tired eyelids,

“Can’t I feel you? I just wanna be close to you,”

“I’d say we’re pretty close, ya know?”

“Never close enough,” you clarify and the rasp of her laugh fades into silence and she presses a kiss onto your head, and then another, straining her neck till she’s face to flushed and grinning face, stringing a blizzard of soft, dewy kisses across it.

“Alright, alright!”

“One more- mwah,” she smacks her lips against your scrunched up mouth aggressively, leaving a gross patch of saliva, and smiles dumbly to herself, tightening the hold of her arms around you to which you groan.

Tight against her gentle sway, she mutters a quiet confirmation,

“Never close enough,” and then runs the rough pads of her fingertips along the expanse of your skin, lingering a moment on your thighs.

It’s like the rustle of a spring breeze and it draws your eyes to a close.

As you drift further from the surface, you feel the soft tingle of Ellie’s foot nudging your ankle and the distant haze of her voice whispering,

“You sure you don’t want anything, baby?” and you’re asleep.

also, absolutely no one asked for this but here are some pictures of my fat ass cat (cutest patootie evah 😆😆):

[chaotic-multi-fandom]

WHERE DOES IT START? ARUN, AMADEO, ARMAND

- My personal reflections on Armand's names in Interview with the Vampire (show version)

“Who am I Louis?” Armand asks while staring at a painting of a boy that only he would ever be able to recognize as himself. He stares at what is supposed to be his essence captured forever on a canvas, and yet the kneeling boy is a stranger to him. When he asks Louis this, he is earnest. Armand does not know who he is, and this lack of identity crushes and torments him. Armand seems to constantly define himself by his attachment to other people or things, such as a “servant”, as “the job (he) did not want” or as someone’s “companion” because he has never known anything else, he is never just “Armand;” he does not know who that is.

This is further reflected in his names, and the fact that despite having several none belong to him. First there’s Arun. This is supposedly the name he was born with, but even he is not sure of this due to his memory being clouded as a consequence all the horrors he suffered as a child. This name is not his, it is a name so linked to the abuse he endured that it has become the name of said abuse rather than the name of a person. His use of third person when talking about himself as “Arun” signals both a coping mechanism to distance himself from those experiences as well as the disconnect he feels from the identity attached to the name.

Then, there’s Amadeo. A name given to him by Marius, not only linking him directly with his maker and master but with God and worship, the name meaning “lover of god”. This name is also not his, but rather a projection of what Marius saw or expected in Armand. This is what we see in the painting, an ideal: a submissive, worshipful, whitewashed Armand degraded to kneel at the same level as the dog behind him, “basking in (his) worshipful mercy.” Regardless of how Armand did embody this role of worship and servitude during his time with Marius, that painting is not him, it is the fantasized construct that is Amadeo, who doesn’t really exist. When you think about it, Amadeo being a projection of those around him is not entirely different to “dreamstat” being a projection of Louis. This is of course largely my own interpretation and not fact, but I think anyone can agree that who is being portrayed in that painting is Armand only in name. It is simply another example of his body being used for a purpose, an artistic one in this case, his true essence and even features entirely forgotten and replaced by Amadeo’s. So, that name and the identity attached to it wasn’t entirely Armand’s either. Much like “Arun” being tied to his parents abandon and the brothel, Amadeo is trapped in the painting: just another property to be “sold” or “donated;” what Armand has always been treated as.

Finally, there is the name we call him by now: Armand. A name given to him by the Roman coven before sending him to the Paris coven, a collective that he is now supposed to lead and put before himself as an individual. It is a French name, a place he had no connection to before-hand and that only further distances him from who he might have once been, forcing him to adapt and assimilate into the new role he has been chained to. The name is a role in itself, as it means “soldier.” Furthermore, he is not a simple leader to this coven, he is the somewhat paternal and religious figure through which the coven; his “children,” serve Satan and through him, God. He is part of a “murky trinity” as Lestat calls it, a twisted parody of the holy trinity. So, “Armand” is once again much more than a name; it is another projection the lost and abandoned coven latches onto. Of course, they mostly refer to him as “maitre,” the implications of which I’ve already discussed in a different post. In this case, the dual titles “Armand” and “Maitre” are parallel to “Amadeo,” they both link Armand to the concepts of owner and God, except the roles change from being the owned worshiper to the worshiped owner. It remains someone else’s image, someone else’s name, one that prevents Armand from exploring who he is without it.

Armand does not have a name; how can he know who he is?

Even now he seeks the answer in Louis where he will not find it. There are, however, moments in which this seemed to be challenged. For example, shortly after meeting, Armand asks Louis to address him as such instead of “maitre” as his coven does. It is a moment in which he takes agency over what he wants to be called, a privilege he has never had before. Later, Louis calls him Arun as a way to indicate that he can see the person that lies behind the roles he plays, and that he can be himself around Louis. Yet these moments are still tainted. The name Armand does not reflect who he is, and in the conversation with Louis, Armand falls into his old patterns by addressing Louis as “maitre.” Plus, Louis too will go on to misuse this, but that’s a whole other topic. These instances, though revealing a more loving and honest side to Louis’ and Armand’s relationship in which they allow themselves to be open, they can not give Armand a sense of self. No one but himself can, and yet he doesn’t know how that is. It is a tragic never-ending paradox as immortal as he.

[polari]

i have spent the last of my money on donations, and am currently looking for work so that i am able to support the people who have messaged me. the people in my messages cannot afford to wait this long for more donations. if you have money, you have money to give.

maria's mother requires a $3000 operation on her neck. her campaign has been vetted, and she spoke with me personally. currently, her campaign has raised $16,526 / 30,000 cad.

from maria ( @maria-gaza3 ): Even if you know my mother's story, my mother is a cartilage patient who suffers from pressure in the vertebrae of the spine, and she was wearing an artificial neck, and with the occupation gases and displacement the artificial neck broke, and in order for us to be able to buy it again we must collect an amount of money because it is not available in the sector except in a very small percentage and if it is found it is at a very high price due to the scarcity of quantity, and we must provide all means of comfort for my mother so that her health does not deteriorate, I hope that you look at us with an eye of mercy and help me if you bring me the good news of the tent or treatment for my mother

abood waits in long daily lines to get water for himself and his wife. this is a necessity for survival that he requires donations to fulfill. his campaign has been vetted, and he spoke with me personally, also sending pictures. currently, his campaign has raised $37,978 / $40,000 usd.

from abood ( @aboodgazafamily2 ):

There is no drop of water in the tent, please my wife, and I need to drink water and there is no drop in the tent.

hanan's ( @hanangaza8 ) vetted campaign has raised only $15,696 / 100,000. she has three young children, and asked me for $25 dollars in donation. this is $25 going toward a family's survival.

safaa ( @safaafamily7 ) had a son five months ago, and must keep him warm in the winter. her campaign is vetted, and has raised $33,493 / $75,000. this money goes toward daily survival as well as evacuation, and she is not receiving donations.

eman is raising money for the evacuation of her children, ages 5 and 7, who have contracted hepatitis. her campaign has been vetted three times, but she has only reached $4,422 / $25,000.

from eman ( @emanalmadhoun8 ):

I apologize for what I am about to ask. My heart is heavy and tired. Unfortunately, the situation has become difficult after my children contracted hepatitis. I lost part of my family, my home, everything, and now I live in a very small tent. Please donate only $20 from each person, $20 will save the lives of my children from dying in Gaza.🙏 I did not know whether I would survive or die in this war, but I knew that your help would contribute to saving my children’s lives from death. If you can't donate, you can spread my story to all your friends.

kawthar ( @kaw95thar ) has asked for 20€ from each person, but her campaign has raised only €3,035 / €50,000. her family, including her mother, who needs dialysis for her kidney failure 3 times a week, have been displaced over 10 times, and are currently living in a low-quality tent as winter approaches. her campaign has been vetted three times.

ahlam is 54 years old, with 10 children, 22 grandchildren, and limited hospital resources for her kidney failure. she has been displaced over 10 times, and lives in a tent with over 30 people. her campaign, which seeks to evacuate her for medical treatment abroad, has been vetted, and has currently raised €4,385 / €20,000.

from ahlam ( @mayarram ):

I suffer from kidney failure, and with limited hospital resources, I ask you to help me go out to receive treatment so that I can take care of my children. I am displaced in tents. I have been displaced more than 10 times, and my house was bombed, and I have no shelter, and this makes my condition worse. Every €15 or €20 will contribute to saving my family🙏🩸

ola's campaign has stagnated, but she is still, at $62,445, far from her $85,000 goal. her campaign has been vetted three times, and appears on this list.

from ola ( @olagaza ):

Please read this as if i were a member of your family. Maybe your sister, your daughter or your friend. As if my family who is going through difficult circumstances is your family. I'm Ola, a graduate student from the Faculty of Science at Al-Azhar University . I'm a dedicated and passionate student, striving to become a good researcher and teacher. Unexpectedly, my life took a drastic turn transforming me from a passionate student into a person struggling for survival. 🥺 My family is in a very difficult situation due to the harsh conditions we have been living in for more than a year. After the prices went up so crazy, I created this campaign to help me and my family meet our basic needs for food, drink, and other essentials and it will help us to rebuild our lives. All I am asking for is your support. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a difference in changing the situation we are in. Please help us by donating to our campaign and by reblogging the pinned post on my page. Also if you can write a post about my campaign we all would be very grateful.♥️ I know for sure that you can't help all families that want your help but at least you can help those who come across your life. I am the eldest daughter who tries to help herself, her siblings and her parents but of course I will not be able to do it alone. Will you help me with that?! The decision is yours 🥺

ahmad ( @ahmadresh2 ) is 19 years old, and has been displaced multiple times after his house was bombed. his cat, soso, requires health care, which costs $30. his campaign has been vetted, and has raised $37,878 / $100,000. do you have $30?

this is a small amount of people, because every one of these campaigns is urgent. do you really have nothing to give?

[cameoliob]

what are your headcanons for kallus and jovan? how did they get together? who fell first and whose heart broke first? do they still hate each other when kallus joins the rebellion or do they simply act like the pettiest bitches towards each other? enquiring minds want to know

ANON THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT THIS IVE BEEN WAAIITTTIINNNGG

Before I get into this I have to legally preface that 1. I’m a Kallus from the lower levels truther + I operate off the assumption that he does not have any family and that plays a decent role in what's going on 2. We dont know alot about Jovans personality so I lowkey just go off vibes but in my brain, teenage him is starry-eyed, a little naive, but SO kind. Older him is a little bit of a douche (not terrible, just the kind of guy that you have to scoff at whenever they talk too much). 

Okay I have a whole headcannoned timeline so im gonna lay this out for u

It's 19 BBY, the empire just started enlisting and all the rich Coruscanti kids are FIGHTING for a chance to go to the academy because “wow that sounds so much more fun than regular university.” Jovan is a part of this demographic. 

So you’ve got this whole class of rich kids doing rich kid things, and Jovan is having a great time; it’s the fourth week of school, he’s found his friend group, he gets along great with his bunk mates, everything is fantastic.

Except theres just this one… fucking guy…

This guy is in, like, half of Jovans classes and Jovan just can’t stop thinking about him because where in stars name did this skinny, scrappy, snappy, kid with a gnarly side eye come from???? Why is he so sickly looking???? And so mean????

And Jovan’s always been a curious guy, he wants to figure out what this guy’s deal is so he, of course, takes it upon himself to befriend this Edward Cullen looking ass dude. Easier said than done; Jovan finds out very quickly that Kallus does not trust easily and it takes at least three weeks of Jovan forcing his friendship on him (inviting him to sit with him in the mess hall, offering to help with assignments, sitting next to him in class, ect.) for Kallus to hold a full conversation with him. 

From there, though, it gets easier. Turns out that Kallus is, quite possibly, the coolest guy Jovan has ever met. He doesn't gaf about what people think about him, he’s gotten into fist fights before (real ones, not sparring!), he fucking parties, he fucks, he can hotwire a speeder, he’s so naturally smart, and cunning, and resourceful– Jovan is completely entranced by this guy. 

^^^(completely entranced by this guy.. I never said Jovan had good taste)

In the meantime, Jovan helps Kallus out with some of the pre-req classes needed for their first year, because as cool as he is, Kallus is not good at physics. 

By the end of their first year at the Academy, Jovan and Kallus become very close. It’s that kind of friendship between guys that, if you saw it from an outsider's perspective, you’d be like, “oh… are they..?? Do they..????? What???” but tbh they don't even think about it because they’re too busy being stupid

Now, the imps do NOT like taking days off, BUUUUT all those rich families donating to the academy do, so I imagine that– at least in the first few years of the empire– the academy had a short, 3 or so week long summer break. 

So we get to break, and Kallus is like “oh wait, I don’t have anywhere to go over break, guess I’ll just rough it out on the streets for a few weeks ig. Nothing new tbh.” And Jovan is like, “What???? No???? You’re not doing that????” and Jovan invites Kallus to tag along on his family vacation (idk where they go, maybe like Naboo or smth, I didn't think that far). Kallus obviously accepts. 

So they go on this vacation, and Jovan is thinking to himself, Waiiiiiittttt a minute………. I actually have wanted him so bad for like 3 months. Maybe it was a bad idea to invite him, like I’m gonna blow my cover fuckuckufckufcjukcf.  But he’s like not trying to do anything about it because he’s all nervous. But THEN, last week of vacation Kallus is like. “I actually think that you should let me kiss u on the mouth.” and Jovan is like “okay bbg say less.” (Jovan fell first if that wasn’t clear)

(This situation is about to get ALOT gayer)^^^

AND THEN THE BREAKUP

They graduated the academy a year prior, Kallus has been doing his ISB training, Jovan has been doing whatever tf you do to become a lieutenant. They’ve been together for four-ish years atp. 

Kallus is SO locked in with his ISB training. Like he was a dedicated student before (he was top of his class for a reason), but this is borderline obsession. He’s never home, always working, always tired, ect ect. In the meantime, Jovan is climbing the ranks and he is lowkey kind of power tripping over it. He’s getting kind of entitled, a little passive aggressive, and is not really putting effort in tbh.

So Jovan is all annoyed because Kallus is always at work and he literally just wants to hang out with his boyfriend. Tbh, he thinks that Kallus is getting way too ambitious way too quickly.

And Kallus is all annoyed because Jovan isn’t giving him any good reasons to leave work, in fact, Jovan has been grating his nerves lately because he doesn’t do anything. Jovan isn’t ambitious enough. 

The resentment is BUIILLLDDDIINNNGGG

The night they break up is FUCKING CRAZY, OKAY

Jovan picks a fight because he fucking feels like it and Kallus is not having ANY OF IT. Huge blowout fight ensues; Jovan says something classist or something, Kallus calls him an “entitled, prissy twat,” Jovan tells Kallus with the “you wouldn’t have even graduated without my help,” Kallus fuckinf kicks the wall or something, Jovan starts yelling about the drywall, Kallus is like “okay, fuck you AND your goddamn drywall,” and JUST LEAVES

The next day Jovan comms Kallus like “bbg pleapelaleapsleapsleaplsea I messed up im sorry plzplzpzpzlpzlzpzlzp” and Kallus ignores the hell out of him. 

Kallus is pissed because tbh if things just went better, he honest-to-god would have married that man, but noOOOooOOooO, Jovan had to be STUPID

AND THEN SIXTEEN YEARS LATER KALLUS ARRESTS THAT HO and he is SOOOO HAPPY ABOUT IT

But then Jovan shows up in the rebellion and Kallus is so annoyed. 

Because for 1. He is kind of prissy and self important and most people would agree with that 2. No way they ended up in the same place after 18 years, that is so bs, and 3. It’s so awkward that Jovan has all of this info about who Kallus was growing up, and the life he lived before going into the ISB– in fact, he probably knows more than anyone in the Ghost crew just because he was there– and that is so mortifying

Jovan is so stoked

Because for 1. Kallus did all that work in the ISB only to end up a rebel anyways and that is hilarious 2. He has so much mildly embarrassing material about him in his back pocket. But tbh it’s kind of bittersweet for him because Kallus is his One that got away (He was planning on going RING SHOPPING, and then he got BROKEN UP WITH, what the FUCK) and he always reasoned with it by thinking that Kallus was irrevocably changed by the empire, and the Kallus he fell in love with wasn’t going to come back. BUT THEN IT TURNS OUT THAT HE IS BACK– yeah, he’s got a beard now, and he pretends to be all serious, but he’s the same snarky, cunning, side eyeing idiot that he fell for. And he knows he can't have him because that train has LEFT THE STATION

^^(This art is old so its a little jank but shhhhhhhhh, its the vibes that matter)

So he obviously deals with this by selling embarrassing pictures of Kallus from their academy years to Sabine, because that’s probably the best revenge he’s going to get.

Kallus is obviously over him, and has been for a LONG time, he just doesn't like Jovans personality, and Jovan kinda wants Kallus back but apparently that's not an option so they do end up creating a dynamic where they are so petty to each other when they get the chance. (Which is not often because the rebellion is big and if they can avoid each other, they will.)

[orcinus-veterinarius]

So... it seems I accidentally deleted an ask rather than answering it. To whoever asked "is it okay to visit SeaWorld? Does the money go to giving the orcas good care?"... here is your answer!

The SeaWorld parks, as well as Busch Gardens, Discovery Cove, and a few others, are operated by the recently renamed United Parks and Entertainment, a for-profit theme park company. Like any other corporation, their first goal is to remain profitable. Obviously, a large portion of that goes to corporate leadership and shareholders. But that's far from unique to United, or theme parks in general. It's a byproduct of the greedy world we live in. If you're willing to buy a ticket to Disney or Six Flags, then buying a ticket to a SeaWorld or Busch Gardens is no more immoral.

According to the AZA, approximately 46% of their members are for-profit. And while AZA zoos certainly vary in quality (anywhere from "acceptable" to "exceptional" in my opinion), for-profit status does not cheapen or detract from the work they do. In fact, for-profit institutions often have more financial freedom for animal care and conservation efforts than their non-profit counterparts. Non-profit zoos and aquariums are wonderful places, but believe me when I say there's a startling amount of politics in every aspect of their management. Non-profit status does not automatically make a zoo better, and for-profit status does not automatically make a zoo worse.

Now... do SeaWorld ticket sales go toward giving their orcas (and other animals) good care? Yes.

While it's certainly simplistic for parks to claim, as they do, "just by buying a ticket today you're helping save animals in the wild!"... it's not exactly a lie. Being for-profit, SeaWorld doesn't ask for donations to fund park operations or outreach endeavours. That revenue is generated by selling tickets, merchandise, food, etc. The same goes for their wildlife rescue and rehab program, Rising Tide conservation program, Coral Rescue Center, and the SeaWorld-Busch Gardens Conservation Fund, as well as partner organizations like OCEARCH and the Hubbs-SeaWorld Research Institute.

Take ticket sales away, and they can't care for their animals, or continue to fund conservation projects. While I don't know the whole story of what exactly is going on with Marineland Antibes, it appears that the park is in a dire financial situation due to plummeting attendance, to the point that they can no longer maintain their killer whale habitat and are trying to offload their animals onto an Asian aquarium or, potentially, an as-of-yet non-existent third party sea pen. While certainly well-meaning, years of boycotts against Marineland ultimately put their animals in a position where they are not being properly cared for. And it would be horrifying if the same thing happened to SeaWorld. I don't think many people, in their fervor to punish the parks for their perceived misdeeds and save the animals, thought about what the reality of driving a zoological facility into financial ruin would look like.

Don't get me wrong, SeaWorld's shift toward promoting itself as a thrill park that also does conservation rather than a marine facility that happens to have roller coasters annoys me. I would have rather they built a separate, neighboring park for the rides, or at least integrated them into the existing park less obtrusively (Disney's Animal Kingdom, for example, seemlessly integrates the theme park and zoo elements, although they have the benefit of the incredibly talented Imagineering team behind them). But as tiresome as the constant roller coaster announcements are, they are what kept the company afloat financially in the years immediately following Blackfish, drawing in a crowd that previously had no interest in the parks, and for that I'm grateful. Thankfully, SeaWorld is in a better spot nowadays. But the only way to convince them that their animals, not their roller coasters, are what people want to see... is to visit and see the animals.

In short, yes, part of your SeaWorld ticket funds care for their orcas and their many admirable projects. Now if only more of it went to giving their staff better salaries.

[savemeafruitjuice]

Ducktales Tickle Headcanons!!

Oh my days, these little guys have been eating away at my thoughts for the last month, so I'm finally forcing myself to write!! 💞💞✍️✍️✍️

TW!: SOME SWEARING! Also, this does have spoilers for season 2!!!

Tags for moots!: @sunsetsandsunshine, @hypermoonlover, @rice-cake-teen10

Plus some other people that may enjoy!: @randommusicalfluff, @anxious-lee

Strap in, because I have a LOT to say about the triplets!!! (No seriously, I wrote a shit ton.. I need to be monitored or smth) Okay, here we go!

(Rahhh he's so stimmy I LOVE HIM!!!)

❤️ Huey! ❤️

Lee-Leaning Switch!! 65/35

Lee:

Okay, I think this gif says it all, but Huey can. NOT. stop. moving!!

One poke to the sides, and he is jumping away his with highest-pitched squeal you've ever heard

It's lowkey embarrassing sometimes because of how out of control he gets

Like, he's the oldest! He's supposed to be calm and collected!

That goes out the window when he's being tickled.

It's not that he doesn't like it, he thinks it's super fun and silly!

He just has no way to manage his body 🤷

I'd say his worst spots are his ribs, feet, back, and armpits

Usually, his laugh is very bright and airy, mostly consisting of surprised giggles

Get any of these spots though?

Instead, Huey is cackling like a lunatic, out of breath and looking like he's going crazy

His knees are a melt spot! Gentle tracing there, and he won't squirm as much, opting to curl up and giggle

Most definitely squeaks. Like- a lot.

Also cannot hold in his laugh for shit

Poor kiddo just bursts out laughing immediately

Has a habit of trying to talk through his laughter, but he can never really make coherent sentences. Can get out single words though

His brothers loove to tickle him as a means of convincing him to do things (Going on an adventure, donating to Louie's kids, etc..)

He and Dewey also regularly partake in tickle fights

It's pretty much a matter of who can reach the other's spots first to determine the winner

Doesn't get lee moods often, but they definitely still happen

The Duck family is actually extremely chill when it comes to tickling, so it's pretty normal for one of the triplets to just ask for tickles

Because of this, Huey can usually just ask one of his brothers or uncles for help :)

Whenever Huey does ask for tickles, he'll usually tell his ler to just pin his arms up or smth so he doesn't accidentally squirm away

Or hit someone. That has happened far more than he'd like to admit.

Still, his brothers always get over it, and love tickling him too much to ever stop

And when Della made it back from space???

OH YOU BEST BELIEVE HE IS GOING TO HIS MOM FOR TICKLES

Atp she tickles him the most

The first time, he probably just came up to her and asked, and Della was so surprised because like-

Her baby is ticklish?? He wants to be tickled?? 😃 He wants to be tickled by her??? 😭😭😭

There were some tears of joy that day, and she definitely indulged

I am sososo grateful we got lee!Huey in canon btw- because OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

Ler:

Loves tickling his brothers!!!

A more gentle ler, and is always very careful of boundaries

His style mostly consists of scribbling, and very rarely does anything rougher than a light squeeze

Huey tickles Louie the most, but it's usually because he asks the most. (more on that later)

Is willing to tickle anyone if they ask, and is always so happy to do so

Does tease, but only when it's someone he's familiar with, and the mood is chill

"Ahhtickletickletickle!! Is this a good spot?" "I've got you now~"

Things like that

Now, remember how I said he rarely tickles roughly??

Well, there are two exceptions.

One of those exceptions being if it is specifically requested by his lee

It's typically Dewey who does this, but Huey is still very cautious

Checks in more often when he's tickling harder, just to make sure everythings hunky dory

There hasn't really been a time when things went too far, and Huey is genuinely proud of that

Again, very respectful. Never wants to make anyone uncomfortable.

Now for the second exception.

It is a pretty well known fact that Huey can get out of control when he's really mad or worked up

Someone has to do something really wrong to awaken an angry Huey.

When that person happens to be one of his little brothers??

Well.. let's just say he didn't earn the title Tickle Monster for nothing.

Emphasis on the monster part

Even when he's seething, Huey still has the common sense not to hurt his siblings

But that doesn't mean he isn't willing to tickle them until they're crying and high-key about to piss themself

This has only happened like, 3 times?

Even so, the lee certainly knows what they did wrong, so there is no doubt that any of it is unprovoked

When he's in this zone, he does not say a word

Just stares menacingly at his lee, and keeps it up until they either apologize, or (more likely) he feels like he's evened out the score

And again, it does take a substantial amount of annoyance to unleash the Tickle Monster

And Huey always lets people know when he's getting annoyed waaay before he resorts to drastic measures

Will always ask if the lee is okay after he tickles them, and will probably get them some water

Bro, we managed to get lee AND ler content (technically) of Huey- I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!!

💙 Dewey! 💙

Switch!! 50/50

Lee:

Absolutely loves tickling!

This boy yearns for attention every day of his waking life- tickling is no different!

Dewey's a fighter though, so his ler better expect to be able to hold their ground

Will tickle anyone back without hesitation

Well.. except for the Huey Tickle Monster..

That's the one time when he just accepts his fate.

Other than that, Dewey will totally slap away hands, buck, arch and kick- it's just his nature.

Worst spots are his sides, feet, belly, knees, and surprisingly enough, his cheeks!

He's pretty ticklish in other places too, but these spots can be really killer

Okay, let me tell you!!

THIS. BOY. HAS. NO. SHAME!!

Absolutely zero

If he wants to be tickled, he's walking up to whoever is closest and practically demanding that they do so.

He gets lee moods somewhat often, but he'll ask even if he's not in a mood

He could just be a little bored, and just go up to a brother for tickles

Donald thinks it is so cute, so of course he never says no

His brothers pretend it's annoying sometimes, but they've never said no either soo..

Even though he does move around a bit, Dewey can actually manage to keep his arms up pretty well if he wants to

You know the 'Arms Up' game??

He's deemed himself the all-time winner!

Only lost once, and that was to Webby

Dewey's laugh is super sporadic- it ranges from frantic giggles, to squealing, to cackles, and everything in between! Sometimes within a few seconds!

I said his cheeks are one of his worst spots, but they're also a melt spot for him!

Gentle fluttering there makes him squeak and grab onto his ler's wrists

Will straight up throw in the towel if he's being tickled that way, the light sensations are unbearable to him

During lee moods though, sometimes he'll ask specifically for cheek-tickles

Gets tickled by pretty much everyone, whether he asks or not

Donald specifically has to tickle him to calm some of the energy down sometimes

With three kids, he tries and tries to find ways to make life more manageable

He's found that 5 minutes set aside to tickle Dewey consistently works to keep him under control

By the way, we can all agree that he is the biggest mama's boy known to man, correct? Good. I thought so.

Dewey is always asking her to tickle him, and has even gotten her back a few times!!

For a while, he went into detective mode to try and figure out if she was ticklish

Asking Uncle Donald, his brothers, everyone.

At some point, he crept up behind her and just squeezed her sides

Della legit screamed, whipped around, and tickled the daylights out of him.

Dewey had no regrets, and now will always start tickle fights with her.

NOT ONLY DID WE GET CANON TICKLES FOR HUEY, BUT DEWEY IS TICKLISH TOO!! 🥳💞💞

Ler:

He is a crazy ler!!

Tickles anyone and everyone ALWAYS.

If you let your guard down for a minute, there is a 90% chance that you're gonna get got.

His style is super chaotic, with wiggling fingers, tazes, squeezes, pokes..

Dewey will dew it all.

Depending on who he's tickling, he adjusts to tickle lighter or harder

His only goal is to make his lee laugh as much as possible

If light tickles can achieve that? He's going in gentle!

Harder tickles get a better reaction? He's doing that instead!

He tickles everybody about the same amount, but he does get Webby pretty frequently

Keeps track of how many times he's gotten each of his friends/family throughout the week

Does respect boundaries of course, but Dewey can get carried away sometimes

The triplets have a codeword, so he usually stops as soon as they say it

Besides that, he can forget that people need to breathe

He does do his best to check in sometimes, it just might take a second for him to remember

Gets ler moods too, and typically goes to Louie for those

His little brother whines about it, but will usually accept.

If the script is flipped, however, and someone goes to Dewey with a lee mood??

Oh ho ho, he is ecstatic!!!

As soon as boundaries and limits are communicated, he is practically jumping on his lee and going crazy.

Seems like the type to pin people down to get their worst spots

Sits on legs, holds an arm up, all of that.

Teases like nobody's business!

Wiggles his fingers, slooowly inches closer to a tickle spot, and that's just the physical stuff!

With verbal teasing, he'll make little sound effects as he works, gives compliments, whatever he can think of.

Will also pretend that he's not the one tickling his lee, asking them again and again why they're laughing

"What could possibly be so funny! Unless.. you've finally realized how hilarious I am!"

LOVES to use raspberries

They always get such frantic reactions from his brothers, how could he not use them??

Will end it all with a hug and some more compliments to keep the mood light

💚 Louie 💚

Lee!! 95/5

Lee:

Okay, look at his silly little face and tell me that this kid is anything but a lee.

I only put 5% because I feel bad for him 😭/hj

No but seriously, Louie is the biggest lee of the family! No doubt about it.

He actually really likes tickling, but refuses to admit it.

His brothers know already, they see right through his facade

Gives bratty lee energy, but it is super easy to take him down a peg.

Very big squirmer, but (suspiciously enough) never tries to actually get away.

He'll arch, twist, and kick halfheartedly, and will also wrap his arms around himself though

His laugh is loud and abrupt, and always sounds hysterical and loopy

Even if less ticklish spots are being targeted, he immediately bursts out into giggles with no chance at speaking

His words just jumble together, and it sounds like he's drunk or something

Because of this, if Louie can't manage to get the duck's safe-word out, a tap on the shoulder or the leg works just the same.

Also hides his face A. LOT!!

Hides in his hoodie, or puts his hands over his face

Worst spots are probably his sides, feet, armpits, belly, and neck

Can't take being tickled for very long, he's super sensitive

Cries extremely easily too

Like, a couple scribbles to his stomach and poor Louie is shaking his head frantically, hitting at the floor with a red face and tears in his eyes

It always scares the crap out of Huey, but they've talked about it. It's just how he reacts.

Dewey is more used to it, and rarely pays any mind when his little brother turns into a living water fountain

Teasing makes this boy's face so red- He's cooked the moment a word leaves his ler's mouth.

I said before that Dewey is great at the 'Arms Up' game..

Louie is not.

He doesn't even have a proper score because he never even managed to get his arms above his head in the first place

His brothers have tried to get him to play countless times, but the very mention of tickling has his nervous system going crazy

The most he's accomplished on his own was getting them half up, with his elbows pressed to his sides

The other triplets just yank his arms up and tickle him anyways, the game long forgotten at the sound of his surprised shrieks

If you catch him by surprise, Louie will quite literally collapse

Dewey loves to clamp onto his sides when he least expects it, because his reaction is hilarious.

His knees will buckle, and he'll go falling to the floor with a screech

It always cracks his brothers up.

Gets lee moods on a weekly basis at least

It's very common for Huey to find his littlest brother acting quieter than usual, with a slightly pink face and his hands fidgeting in his pockets.

Louie is pretty much the only one embarrassed to ask for tickles, so he'll try to hide how he feels

Luckily for him, his siblings are too emotionally attentive to not realize when he's in a mood

Again, he doesn't directly ask for tickles, but Huey ends up noticing the most, while Dewey will tickle him more at random.

Can't say "tickle". It's just not in his vocabulary.

Instead, will make a face, and say:

"Uh... You know, the t-word."

When Della returned and was introduced to the family, it took a while for Louie to decide that he did want her to tickle him too

Dewey immediately took it as his mission to help, and spilled the info to their very surprised (and very touched) mom.

After that, Della made it a point to tickle her youngest whenever he wanted, and quickly picked up on some of the signs he would drop

BRO I NEED SOME LER DELLA CONTENT I SWEAR

Ler:

Not gonna lie, I can hardly see Louie as the type to tickle other people a whole lot, so apologies for this section being shorter than the rest 😅

Okay, it's not that he doesn't want to tickle people (although that usually isn't on his agenda)

Louie Duck is hopeless when it comes to being a ler

He gets so embarrassed just thinking about it that he gives up.

Cannot tease, or say tickle, or any of that

He's attempted to tickle his brothers a total of maybe 2 times, but it didn't work out

There was a time when he tried to scribble at Dewey's knee when they were watching tv

Dewey was legit so confused, because his brother had never ever done something like that, and lowkey asked if he needed something 😭

Louie played it off like he wanted the remote, but his face was so red- Dewey knew something was up

After some pointless questioning, Dewey just wrecked his shit right then and there.

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Okay, that's all I've got for now!! Apologies for my insane word vomit, I've been needing some content bro 🥲

Anyways, Ducktales is becoming a bigger fandom for me, so if you guys have requests, I'd be happy to write for them!

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UPDATE : I'M KEEPING CLOSE EYE ON THEM AND THINGS ARE GOING TO BE OKAY!

(Now that I am not in a panic attack and have calmed down, I'm going to remake the previous post with more context.)

Please help me afford my Guinea Pigs vet appointment! 🐹 ❤️‍🩹

I try to avoid talking about my personal life to the public world that is social media, ofcourse I have made exceptions in the past, and today is another exception.

Ever since February of the year 2020, I have been a proud Guinea Pig parent and have done everything in my power to keep my girls safe and healthy. Today, I am a proud gender-neutral father of four guinea pigs!

Cinnamon & S'mores, who are now around 6 years old!

Along with two babies, Muffin & Churro, who are around 6 months old!

I come seeking help today due to some ever growing concerns regarding the health of Cinnamon & Churro.

For as long as I can remember, Cinnamon has had trouble with her eye(s). During her last vet appointment, I was given eye drops to help with her unnamed condition. Unfortunately, time would go by fast, yet the eyedrops would only show short-term effects against the problem.

Meanwhile, Churro has not been catching up with her growth. Even though she has grown since I got her, she is not nearly at the size her sister, Muffin, has reached. After some observation, I began to realize that she is struggling to eat foods that contain Vitamin C. For those who don't know, Vitamin C is VERY important for the health of Guinea Pigs, yet I cannot get Churro to finish a leaf of lettuce or even a Vitamin C tablet, which her sister Muffin can consume with ease.

Their conditions have not reached a dire point yet, but that doesn't prevent me from fearing the worse. Cinnamon's eye problem was never diagnosed, only given treatment. Not knowing what's going on with your pet is very scary and will have any owner/caretaker on edge. Churro could possibly suffer growth defects or develop serious health issues in the future if I can not get her to consume enough Vitamin C.

Now I wish that I could say that taking these two to the vet would be easy, but if it were, I wouldn't be typing this post, would I?

I live in the United States of America, which makes me a victim of the rising prices in my area. This means that a regular check up will cost roughly $400 per guinea pig and this does not include the cost of blood test, sample taking or any other "extra" methods/testing that could help provide a diagnosis and treatment. I need to raise at least $1,000 dollars if I am going to get them to an effective vet appointment. I feel awfully guilty asking for help, but I am not currently in the financial state to afford this out of pocket (Pet Insurance doesn't exist in the US).

Here is what YOU can do to help! 🗣🩺

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