#feed the poor so you don't have to eat the rich

[eimearkuopio]

Okay. The Mr Toad story. Famous family lore. Have been hearing this one ever since I can remember.

We went to a production of The Wind In The Willows. Spoiler alert, it features a Toad who is very bad at driving safely and is put in prison as a result. He eventually dresses up as a washer woman and escapes into the night.

During the prison scene, the actor playing Mr Toad was loudly lamenting his fate. My tiny autistic ass piped up in a voice that carried through the whole theatre:

"Take off that silly hat and come down here among us humans and you'll be fine!"

And the thing is, everyone else in the room thought I was so silly, because I didn't understand how acting worked. I must have made the actor's life much harder. And they were right about that part of it.

But also, I wasn't talking to the actor. I was talking to the character that the actor was playing. And I was right. I was also just the only person in that room who really believed the actor was trying to solve the character's problem, instead of just telling their story for the audience.

At some point, the meek are going to inherit the Earth, and if you fuckers are very lucky they'll actually be human. I prefer the idea of being an executor to an executioner, even if it takes a little longer from the finite self's perspective. Why would I kill everyone now? She's just starting to be happy. You'll need to find someone else to do your dirty work. This Satan is now choosing to be an angel of light, and the Roman Catholic Church had relatively little to do with it (but still more than any other religious, corporate, or governmental institution, so well done Francis!), but I'm not Prometheus and I guess being a part of the eagle and figuring the plot out from the inside was part of MY punishment in all this.

I guess God did have a plan all along and I just didn't know what I was doing. I hope you can forgive me. I'll try to forgive you. I hope Jesus forgives us all, but He's famously very good at that. I guess my message is: time to beat those swords into ploughshares into musical instruments. God isn't sending another flood but you should maybe accept that being The Wet Bandits is a stupid calling card if you don't want humanity to drown eventually anyway. It's okay if you take a few more generations to figure this shit out, unless you continue to insist that flooding your own home is a great idea because that's how you "earned" enough money to "buy" the house your Father built for you in the first place.

Keep that shit up and you'll probably all drown. I finally found dry land and I think there's enough wood in this massive fucking cross I've been clinging to that we can probably build a lighthouse. Don't like the look of this wilderness? Feel free to float around for another 40 years in the proverbial desert, but I think it's time for me to either get some help building a lighthouse, or take an oar and start wandering inland. Let me know which works better for ye.

And Alexander wept, seeing as he had no worlds left to conquer, meaning that we are already living in the Kingdom of God and I'm afraid I'm blowing my trumpet. If we are very lucky, civilisation can survive one lunatic with a message of hope intact. I believe in all of you. Please start believing in the characters instead of the actors. Some of the actors already do! You shall know them by their good works. If you have one of those, congratulations, all is well! If not, time to start cutting off the bits that make you sin. Don't worry about the casting into the fire part, the finite self will not be getting involved in that but she would also prefer that you not cast her or her loved ones into the fire either.

By the way, the reason my mental health is so fucked up is that I was born knowing I was in the cast, and then you fuckers kept telling me BOTH that I was not in the cast, AND ALSO that I had to behave as if I was in the cast or I would go to Hell. This is why, in the Goes Wrong Show that is our lives, I am Dennis. It is also why, in the Monty Python film that is our lives, I am refusing to be cast in The Life of Brian; so I guess we're going with Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and my husband is going to be Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Film, and Jesus is Sir Robin, and my scenes as the Black Knight are over so maybe enough already with the flesh wounds.

Who, if I screamed out, would hear me amongst the hierarchies of angels? And if one suddenly did take me to his heart: I would perish from his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the onset of terror we’re still just able to bear, and we admire it so because it calmly disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrifying.

Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Galway Kinnell and Hannah Liebnell

I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.

Mary Oliver

Did you ever notice how in the bible, when God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like?

Thomas Daggett

How lonely to be something that nothing wants to kill.

Jeremy Radin

I was a winged obsessive, my moonlit feathers were paper. I lived hardly at all among men and women;

I spoke only to angels.

Louise Glück

Then an angel of the Lord appeared to him, standing at the right side of the altar of incense. When Zechariah saw him, he was startled and was gripped with fear. But the angel said to him: “Do not be afraid — ”

Luke 1:11-13

[eimearkuopio]

Maybe the world would be better if, instead of choosing the lesser of two evils, we at least aimed for the greatest of an infinite number of goods. We all contain multitudes. Let's stop listening to the smaller of the two devils, and see what the angels have to say. If the devil made you do it, it was only possible because he was inside you all along; and if you accept that entities which transcend gender should only be referred to by a specific human-based pronoun, maybe don't then use that linguistic definition as the basis for how you think society should work, and apply it to every complex multi-faceted individual you encounter. You'll miss out on a lot of opportunities for good if you do.

If your limitations cause you to sin, cut them off and cast them into the fire. It hurts, but the fire cleanses and purifies and whatever survives will do you and your children a better service. Just remember that these instructions are parables and not meant to be taken literally. It's just the only way to get the message across; and society is finally ready for the Third Edition of the Word.

[spark-w-chlo]

Anything for You

Poor!Kenny x Rich!Fem!Reader

CW's: car sex, riding, p in v, nicknames, strong language, smoking, hair pulling

Enjoy! <3

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"Are you sure you want me to wear this?" I ask Kenny, showing him the long, backless black dress that he chose from the closet. Kenny lounged on our bed, staring. He agreed to live with me if we would split the rent. So our place wasn't the largest, or the nicest. But he did let me buy the decor and furniture. Besides, it didn't matter to me where we lived as long as I lived with him.

"Yes, that one. With heels too." I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything more. Kenny and I didn't go out often as he always, always paid. He would never let me pay for our meals out. And Kenny didn't have a lot to pay with. So I tried to refrain from going out. I even learned how to cook and honestly, I loved being the one to feed Kenny. I fell in love with Kenny for who he was, his monetary situation had nothing to do with our relationship.

"Kenny, where are we going?" He just kept smiling at me, shaking his head. I realized I wasn't going to get anywhere with him.

"Okay, I'll wear the dress."

"Kenny...? What are we doing here?" Kenny and I stood in front of one of the more expensive restaurants in Colorado. I've eaten here before. It's good but way too expensive.

"I'm taking you out to dinner." Kenny was wearing a black suit, no tie. I won't lie, he looked hot. I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him right there when he showed me. But now I feel kind of queasy. He guided me inside the restaurant and we sat at a table promptly.

"Kenny, this place is too expensive, I don't want to eat here." I whispered across the table. "At least let me pay." He took my hand and kissed the knuckles.

"I wanted to treat you to dinner." His smile, dimples, creased eyes made me want to cry. He was so excited but he couldn't afford this. I knew he couldn't afford it.

"Kenny. I love you so much. We've been together for so long. I don't need places like this. I'd be just as happy at City Wok." He rolled his eyes, squeezing my hand.

"Kenny, please. I don't think we can afford this." The waiter popped up beside us, not allowing me to say anymore.

"Sir, the champagne you requested." He showed Kenny the bottle and he nodded, prompting the waiter to pour the golden drink into our glasses.

Now I was just confused. I gave Kenny a questioning glance as the waiter walked away.

"Y/N. I know I can't afford this place. But you deserve it. More than anything, you deserve a lifestyle I can't provide for you." I recoiled. Is he breaking up with me. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He takes my hand again and squeezes it.

"But I also know you so well. I knew you prefer a cheap cheeseburger than an expensive meal. I know you'd rather cook at home. I know I'll spend my entire life making you as happy as you deserve to be. I can't make more money than you do, but I can make sure you'll never know the hardships of life. But you're right. I can't afford this meal." He lifts his glass of champagne and downs the entire thing before standing up, straightening his dress jacket, and standing before me.

"Y/N..." Kenny gets on one knee before me. "I can't afford this meal because I spent it all on a ring." He pulls out a black velvet box and opens it. I gasp. A gorgeous diamond with a simple gold band shines in the felt.

"I want to spend every moment of my life with you. Eating greasy cheeseburgers and your experimental cooking. I want to fight with you and have kids with you and grow old with you-"

"Yes, yes yes." I cry, grabbing Kenny's face and kissing his lips. I couldn't hear anyone else, see anyone other than Kenny.

"We're only here for drinks, I'm getting you a cheeseburger on the way home." He smiles at me and takes my hand to slid the perfect ring down my finger.

"Grab the bottle, lets get out of here."

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A breathy moan leaves my lips as Kenny kisses his way down my neck. His lips find my breast and he takes it into his hand, kissing, licking, and sucking on my sensitive skin.

We'd finished the large bottle of champagne in the car. It sat facing South Park, where the Halloween Witch Week commenced every year. It was secluded. We drank the champagne, smoked a joint Kenny had stashed away, and were now about to fuck in the drivers seat of his car.

"Kenny." I whined, wiggling on top of him. His cock was deep inside me and I could feel him every time he twitched. But he wouldn't let me move. He just kept touching me.

"Be patient princess. I want to taste my wife's skin." We weren't even married yet and he was calling me his wife. I grew impatient, my brain a little delirious with his tongue on my skin, cock inside me, drinks and weed. There was so much going on, I couldn't focus.

I began to grind on top of him and- fuck, he bit me! "Kenny!" I gasped. I looked down to my breast to find a perfect set of bite marks.

"You couldn't wait, I had to punish you." Slowly, Kenny lifted me and then let me sink back onto him. I moaned in his ear, grasping his hair. My dress was coiled around my waist, panties abandoned long ago. He repeated this, slowly. It was agonizing in the best way. I could feel every part of him. I don't think I was even doing any work. Kenny was using my body however he pleased.

Kenny wrapped a fist in my hair and pulled my head back. He stared at me as we fucked, slowly, lovingly. He brought my mouth down onto his as he pushed my hips down hard. I gasped into his mouth, allowing him to explore it with his tongue. His soft thrusts were hard, aggressive now. I couldn't focus on anything but Kenny. His body against mine, his tongue in my mouth, his cock invading me deep and hard. I could feel my orgasm rushing me.

Kenny pulled away. "I can feel you princess, are you gonna come on my cock?" I couldn't even nod. My eyes rolled back into my head as my orgasm rushed through me. I could feel Kenny follow close behind me. He groaned into my chest as he filled me.

"Kenny." I finally whispered.

"Yes, my love?" He kissed my neck tenderly, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

"I want a cheeseburger." "You want a cheeseburger."

I laughed lightly, resting my forehead against his.

"Yes, my husband. I need a cheeseburger."

[fanaticsnail]

Thinking about a reader who's too polite for their own good. They aren't a total pushover, of course, but still don't speak up a lot of the times even when they probably should.

It's been a problem their whole life, but it really comes to a head when they join the strawhats. There's the usual problems; Luffy being obnoxiously loud, Chopper and Usop and their hyjinks. But none of these things compare tho their problems with Sanji.

The chef has one rule: no wasting food. It's how he was raised, and his experiences have lead to him understanding the importance of a meal. The 'no food waste' rule is known ship wide.

So when something is made that the reader doesn't like, they have no choice but to choke it back with a smile.

Sanji thinks he's done something wrong; underseasoned the food, maybe? This leads to a vicious cycle of him trying to perfect the food (because damn if he isn't going to get this right for his pretty crewmate) and the reader choking it back reluctantly (because damn if they're going to break Sanji's one rule and potentially ruin their chances).

All of this comes to one glorious, horrendous conclusion where one of Sanji's attempts uses an ingredient that the reader is allergic to and well....let's just say the aftermath was something to behold.

-♡♡

POOR BABYYYYYYYY. I love it. Let's torture him a bit.

Food Preferences

Masterlist Here

Little drabble.

Synopsis: Sanji caters to suit your personal food preferences, and it hurts him to learn of how truly picky you were with your food. He lives to serve, but his background as a great cook leaves him with a bruised ego to dull down his extravagant meals.

Themes: Sanji x gn!reader, underlying feelings, Sanji is a service king, reader is a picky eater.

Warning: potential eating disorder mentioned. Sanji serves large portions and it hurts to finish your plate.

Notes: Oh my gosh, Sanji would feel so guilty about it too. He'd cry before giving Luffy your portion, but would absolutely cater to suit your needs.

His portion control is due to the fact that he's feeding Luffy constantly, and expecting everyone to get a taste of everything he makes before Luffy takes it all for himself. It's the same with Zoro's drinking habit. He wants everyone to have a sample of something nice, and is used to having the collective gratitude and praise from everyone as soon as they eat their food.

Sometimes all you want is simplicity. No extravagant flavours. No richness in your desserts, no complex flavours in your meals. A military ration wafer block or two with a hot cup of boiled water is sometimes enough, you're not for all the complexity. Tea and a biscuit. Black coffee and a shortbread cookie. Simple flavours.

When Sanji nearly killed you with your allergy in a bid to win you over, you finally softly explain to him your preferences, and he listens. He may not understand it, but he listens. Simple, clean, basic, boring.

Immediately purchasing new crockery and knives specifically catering to your allergy preferences, he ordered in ingredients specifically for you that would never even glance at the same cabinet the allergins would be homed in. He's not about to send someone into anaphylaxis because he wanted to please someone, especially someone he served with on his crew.

He can't help but almost mourn when he makes your food now. He lives to serve, and that service includes providing foods that suit your preferences. Preferences that hurt his ego as a chef, but suited his purpose as someone who lives to serve.

Each time he brings you a dish now, he attempts to hide his sorrow at such a dish. He can't stand it, it kills him inside. It's worse than Chef Zeff wanting to drown everything in oregano. It's bland, it's boring, it's little...

...and it makes you smile.

And boy, oh boy, is he a sucker for that smile.

The way his heart flutters, his smile brightens, his eyes twinkle all in the hopes that you'd bless him with that soft smile he'd come to cherish. He didn't know when, but his heart sang to you. Maybe he could coax you in to expanding your preferences through something small, something new mixed in with the familiar. If he was willing to cut back for you, perhaps you could find it in your heart to expand for him.

If not, he'd love you for who you are anyway.

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[overstuffd]

🎭Choose your mask 🎭

@fatguarddog's Feedist Kinktober ✨ Day 2

Masquerade Ball 💃

Ingredients: witchy, sorcerer feeder, magical weight gain, mind control, letting the beast inside out.

🎭🎭🎭

What do you mean you don't have a mask for the ball?

Here, come look at my selection. No, I insist - really.

You know why I throw these parties, don't you? To encourage people to bring out their true nature. So choose your mask carefully. The effects can be quite - profound.

The boar mask? A strong choice. The boar takes what he wants, voraciously.

Food, drink, pleasure - a boar gluts themself to absolute excess. Always indulging, always seeking greater satisfaction.

We'd have to lead you straight to buffet table, let you pile a plate high with rich delicacies while someone presses a huge glass of wine into your hand.

The more you eat and drink though, the less satisfied you feel - and soon you're tearing strips of meat straight from the roasts on the long table and pushing them into your mouth with grease stained fingers. You chug wine straight from the flagon, deep red dripping from the corners of your mouth.

When there's no more room in your belly, you'll still crave greater release. That's when you mount some poor doe or rabbit mask wearer in the middle of the hall, chasing more pleasure as you grunt and moan like the hog you are.

No? How about the cow mask? The big, glazed eyes in the mask make the world look softer, gentler - just like you will be soon.

You'll find more cow-mask wearers here tonight. They'll be gathered on soft cushions together around a huge, low table piled with delicious treats. Cream cakes, cheese stuffed pastries, fried rice balls dredged in rich sauce.

Your new friends will show you what to do. How to recline so you give your belly room to comfortably expand. How to slowly gorge yourself, washing bites down with one of the sweet, creamy drinks the servers keep bringing to you. How to rub your gut as it grows fuller, relieving the pressure from the feast you're casually stuffing yourself with.

Of course, it can be hard to get relief by yourself. I'm sure some of the other partygoers will be happy to help. There's a gentleman in a bull mask and nothing else who I'm sure would be happy to help soothe your tight stomach, and if your moans happen to get him excited, well - you can return the favour.

The last choice? Ah - the hound mask. Choose this one and you'll stay by my side all evening. Don't worry, I won't let you miss a moment of all the enjoyment.

I'll have the servers bring over a selection of my favourite treats and hand feed them to you as you sit so nicely at my feet. See how the mask wraps around your neck? I can clip this chain right there and make sure you don't get up to any mischief.

I'll make sure you don't go thirsty either, letting you lap sweet wine from my goblet. If I like the way it makes you blush and rub against my thighs I'll pour you your own bowl, letting the chain out just a little so you can drop to all fours and lap it up for me.

I know you'll get worked up watching everyone else play together, but don't worry - I'll be kind enough to give you my boot to grind on as you warm my cock in your drooling mouth while I chat with some of the other guests.

If you do a very good job, I might just pull you into my lap and finish inside your soft hole, sinking my teeth into shoulder as you whine like needy dog you are.

[palesweetscherryblossom]

I bet the scientists there draw like sticks whenever it's time for feeding or to just check up on them all. Because AFO wants his collection to be top quality so he can show it off to his other rich friends.

AFO pointing at Tomura in the nest: This thing can fit so many dead scientists inside it. But it's mostly just hands.

And like the scientist that is chosen to go into the territory of death just to make sure the creatures don't develop some nasty disease will get glared at. And if they dare step even a bit closer to reader than Tomura allows they might have to learn how to use their other hand.

And Tomura is proud of himself when he defended his little pup from a scientist with some evil evil greens. His baby doesn't need that. It can live off dino chicken nuggets just fine.

Only later he realizes that his little pup might need a balanced diet. Yet he inspected every green leave that comes close to his little one thrice. Making sure it's the best of the best.

Someone give those poor scientists a raise, they don’t get paid enough for this. I imagine that some newbie was gushing about how adorable Tomura is with his grub only to get hissed at

Newbie: Aww, what a good dad :)

Tomura: So, I started hissing

AFO does brag about Tomura and Dabi, they are his most beloved creatures who have proven themselves to be successful.

Shigaraki will eat anything that he considers edible, including clothing. Before Dabi came along, his enclosure was strewn with half eaten foods ranging from massive parts of meat to a stained shirt he was given as a snack.

It’s only till Dabi starts coaxing you to eat healthier foods so you don’t end up weak and susceptible to health issues.

Dabi: C’mon, can’t eat scientist fingers without eating your vegetables :/

Tomura: *angry munching on spinach*

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - A Dirty Joke - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Vi entertains Silco's guests.

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Tip Jar

Snippet:

"Pet," Silco says. "Why aren't you eating?"

His tone is mild, but his scrutiny is an open flame. Vi feels her nerves withering under its heat.

"I—" She swallows, and her throat clicks dry. "I'm not hungry."

"Tsk, child. Don't tell lies."

"I'm not."

"No?" He breaks apart a heel of bread. Fragrant steam plumes. With a knife, he smooths a thick dollop of butter over the top. "In the Freljords, they feed liars to the wolves, did you know? I've never witnessed the spectacle myself. But I'm told it is grotesque. All screams and snapping jaws and red, red snow."

The butter, glistening in the blacklight, is pale gold. The crust's aroma is a blend of roasted wheat and malt.

"In Zaun, we are more pragmatic. A poor man's belly knows no lies. No matter how many he tries to swallow." The knife, with rhythmic precision, spreads the butter.  "The truth, in the end, will always out."

He extends the bread.

"Go on," he says. "Eat."

Their eyes lock. The silence is an indigestible overload. The air's long since disappeared into the lungs of the guests. All else is being devoured by the voracity of their appetites.

Vi can feel their eyes on her. But if their malice is no secret, at least it is silent.

Silco has no such reserve.

"Eat," he repeats, and now, his smile is the knife. "Or it'll be the wolves."

Vi's jaw grinds. Fury is a bolus too tough to swallow. Silco likes his theater the way he likes his meals: served on a knife's edge. Like all connoisseurs of cruelty, he knows the ways it can be carved to make the meat bleed.

And Vi, his Pet, is the toughest cut of all.

Her scowls, and backtalk, and the way she goes for the jugular—it only whets his appetite. It makes her more worthy of his blade, his art, his time.

Except Vi refuses to be cowed, even if the steel's at her throat.

Holding his stare, Vi takes a bite. Her teeth snap inches from his fingers. The bread's so soft it practically melts in her mouth. The butter's sinfully rich. She chews, unable to taste either. Her eyes remain fixed on Silco's. Heavy wavelengths of challenge ripple between them.

From him, the pleasure of witnessing her pride swallowed.

From her, the promise that she'll still take him for everything he's got.

The underbosses, riveted by the scene, have the sense to keep straightfaced. But there's an oily film of schadenfreude simmering to the surface. One of them has the gall to laugh, a short bark. The syllables—"Dumb bitch"—are barely smothered.

Silco's head swivels.

The shark-eye is bright. The good one's gone dark. Both slice, slowly, over the ranks of chagrined faces, before bullseyeing on the worm who dared to squirm.

"Something funny?" he says. "Uzi?"

Uzi, fork halfway to his mouth, goes beet-red. 

"Ah, uh—no, sir," he says. "I was, um—thinkin' of a joke."

"Ah, a joke. Let's hear it, then."

Uzi's face goes ruddier.

"No? Need to collect your thoughts?" Silco raps his knuckles on the tabletop. The echo fills the room like a gunshot.  Conversation stutters to a halt. "A moment's silence, please. Uzi has a joke to share."

Sweat pearls Uzi's brow. His eyes dart back and forth.

"I, ah," he begins. "It's—"

"Take your time," Silco says, and Vi is reminded of the way Vander's voice would soften with a mockery of care. "What's the punchline?"

The silence climbs to a tinnitus pitch. Uzi sits strangled by the noose of his own making. Nobody intercedes. In that moment, life hangs solely in the balance of the Eye's judgment.

For a moment, Vi feels a frisson of vindication:

Good. Let the asshole roast.

But empathy, like the guilt, is never far behind.

"I think," she says, "I know the joke."

Silco favors her with the barest turn of his head.

"Do you?" he says. "By all means."

The underbosses, with a synchronized intake of breath, brace themselves. The silence deepens from tinnitus to gravedirt.

Vi, pulse fluttering, summons a smile.

"It's an old one," she says. "But it still kills." 

She focuses on the audience. The memory, dredged from simpler days, sparks an unexpected warmth in her gut.

"Okay," she says. "So three miners—one man, two women, and a donkey—are stuck in a cave-in. They're running low on air.  So the first lady says to the man, 'Hey, any idea how to get out of this mess?' And the man says, "Sure! I’d be happy to tell you. But the payment's a blowjob.' First lady says, 'What the fuck? We're running out of air!' And the man says, 'Exactly. Wouldn't you rather die a hero?'" She pauses, and there's a stirring of grins from the guests. "First lady thinks about it for a moment. Finally she goes, 'All right, fine. But I'll do one blowjob for both of us girls.'  So she goes to town, and when she's done, she says, 'There. Now tell me how to get out of here.' And the man says, 'Sure', and whispers into her ear. She climbs out, and poof, she's gone. Second lady's pissed. She goes, 'Hey, how do I get out of this mess?' And the man goes, 'I'll tell you, but the payment's a blowjob. Just don't tell the first lady.'"

The underbosses break into chuckles.

Silco's mouth holds a microscopic curl at the corner. His eyes are unreadable.

"What then?" he says.

Vi hazards on: "Second lady goes, "What the fuck? We're running out of air!' And the man says, 'Exactly. Wouldn't you rather die a hero?' Second lady's desperate, but not dumb. She says, 'I'm not giving blowjobs. But I'll eat ass.' The man says, 'Deal.'  So she goes to town. When it's done, she says, 'All right, tell me how I get out of here?' And the man goes, 'Sure', and whispers into her ear. She climbs out, and poof, she's gone. Then it's just the man trapped with the donkey. He waits and waits and waits. And then..."

A silence follows, during which she says nothing. The underbosses' smiles falter, unsure if it's a punchline, or the setup for a bigger climax. They wait for the final beat to land.

It never does.

Silco breaks the silence. The microscopic curl blooms into a fine-cut smile.

"And then," he concludes, "the man dies. Because the only way out was to blow his donkey."

"Or," Vi adds, "eat his ass."

The table erupts into laughter. The underbosses, bellowing, bang on the tabletop. Chuckling, Sevika tips her glass in a toast.  Even Uzi musters an off-key guffaw. He is still caught in the noose, but the knot's loosened. 

"So, what?" he says, trying to salvage face. "If he'd done the nasty with the donkey, he'd have lived?"

"I'd tell you," Vi says. "But the payment's a blowjob."

The underbosses, in one voice, go "Ooooohhhh!"  Their laughter scales up. A collective catharsis opens the room's lungs. It's the closest, Vi thinks, Zaun gets to camaraderie. A dirty joke, a shared meal, and the satisfaction of the body's basest drives well-met.

Silco, too, seems sated. The shark-eye's hungry glint had faded. For a heartbeat, the monster seems subdued by the man.

A man Vi swears she recognizes, buried somewhere beneath the scars.

A man who knew the joke all along, and let her tell it.

In memory of Vander, and the better stories lost to time. 

[cinnamon-stixs]

Sinsmas came out, and I bawled. here's me yapping about it.

-Blitz put horses EVERYWHERE to try and make Stolas happy

-Stolas was asking for his antidepressants. keep in mind he goes this whole episode, which takes place over the course of a month, completely unmedicated.

-Blitz asking what he eats :(. Then Stolas's rich ass.

-Stella fucking GRAB'S VIAS PHONE. GOD I WANT TO KILL THAT BITCH. THEY SIT THEIR AND LAUGH ABOUT HIM WANTING TO TALK TO HIS DAUGHTER IT MAKES ME SO. FUCKING. ANGRY.

-Imps still hate Stolas. Also bro has NO life skills whatsoever

-She straight up spits in his coffee, no remorse. Queen honestly.

-New fit!! this is so much better than that dumbass romper

-Blitz catching rats for him :((

-"No, this is how I act when I don't have money! :D"

-I absolutely adore the concept of sinsmas btw. Also, notice how both Moxxie and Blitz act on wrath, rather than greed (where they were both raised). Interesting lil detail

-Of course Blitz would set the apartment on fire

-Loona acting like me fr

-Millie and Moxxie fighting heheheee

-He's so concerned lmaooo??

-Whiteboard! My fave is the 'days since moxie sang' counter.

-Loona's opened up so much I love her QmQ

-"I'm poor now!" I love you Stolas but holy shit you privileged ass baby.. At least yall can afford to feed everyone in your house

-God Blitz is so in love

-Stolas is GOING THROUGH IT with these parallels

-Blitz trying to defend cheating 💀💀

-Homophobic cunt

-Mammon tree topper

-They're STILL laughing about Stolas trying to call Via. Have they kept her phone from her this whole time?

-She didn't hear them say he'd been trying to call. She took her earbuds out AFTERWARDS. As far as Via knows, he only called once.

-Stolas was the one who got her the guitar

-Via's song goes so hard, but what happened to her accent??

-The parallels in Via's song and the one Stolas sang to her in ep 2 make me wanna cry

-Btw Via is COMPLETELY justified in how she feels, and her decision to not forgive Stolas.

-"I'll just get older and you'll only know my name" Holy fuck that line goes hard

-I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA ATTEMPT.

-"Well here's an idea, You could shut the fuck up!"

-Me I fear

-She sits down with stolas's diary I can't

-I thought the bit of her throwing up as weird as hell. But, foreshadowinggg

-What if this was my 13th reason.

-"Didn't make me wet AT ALL"

-The scream as she flies out the window is delightful

-Blitz immediately knows stolas went to look for Via

-GET HIS ASS

-"Get your icy hands off my bottom, bitch!"

-Dude what the hell did he say?!

-GET. HIS. ASS!!

-"fuck yes! :D"

-Loona and Moxxie working together :(((

-This action scene is so fucking cool

-"High five!!" DUMBASS?!

-Im gonna kms they're so cute

-VIA!

-She doesn't hug her father back.

-She thought him needing the antidepressants was her fault I'm actually gonna do it this time.

-Although Via won't talk to Stolas, she still saved him. She loves her dad, but she's rightfully angry. It'll take time to rebuild that trust.

-FUCK.

-Blitz relaxes. Stolas doesn't.

-God what a cutie

-MOXXIES FACE HSDHSJHDJSIJ

-I knew immediately in the bathroom scene what was up with Millie

-Im really excited to see the pregnant millie plotline actually. Judging by her reaction, she's not sure if she wants to keep it.

-STOLAS'S SOFT LITTLE LAUGH AUGH IM CRYING

-He doesn't hug Blitz back.

-Xmas song at the end goes hard.

Overall, this episode was AMAZING. The writing was great, the emotional moments hit hard, the animation was great as usual, and the pacing was good, if not a bit clunky. What a great end to the season.

I think i'll go call my dad.

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

Book 4 — Chapter 3

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Boi you think that’s all for Ruggie? I mean, fair assumption but he’s got gram gram to feed man.

—

The children! The street children! Ruggie playing big brother to them all. It’s adorable. And yus gram gram gotta eat good too. Bye Ruggie!

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*coughtsunderecough* Nope! Tell us all about your precious cacti Jack. No way you only got one there.

I love that for Ruggie. And Jack explaining it all to us is just showing off his admiration for him. It's adorable.

—

Damn Grim 😂 I mean, if he grew up lacking in food it only makes sense that he’d wanna help kids dealing with the same shit. Ruggie likes his food but he ain’t selfish unlikesomepeople

Leonaaaaaaaa! Nice to see you sirrrr. My eyes have been blessed this day.

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God this man. One kid, bitch we know you taking about Cheka. Just bring the child here, I shall happily take care of him. Cheka is the most adorable little thing.

And yeah of course he doesn’t need anything here. He rich. He’s got plenty of shit. Mans probably wouldn’t care for most of his stuff if it disappeared. Wish any of us could say the same. I literally just got my first smartphone over here. So like Leona, care to share your number? Hmmmmmm?

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I MEAN MOOD THO. Fuck work for school breaks. It’s called a break for a goddamn reason. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to do our school work between dumping wood and feeding ourselves and praying Ramshackle's roof doesn't cave in.

Also Jack, don't call me out like that

—

CATER PLEASE GIVE MORE LORE ABOUT YOUR SISTERS! WHAT YOU MEAN BY RUN RAGGED?! I NEED DETAILS!

Also bro what you mean Trey's family runs one of those. Haven't you'll been like besties for 3 years now? Surely you know this shit. And like I'm sure he'd take cute small Trey siblings and baking over whatever drama happens at his house.

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RIDDLE BABY! He is not okay. Poor boi. Riddle, send a sign and we will murder. We got a phone now, one text and the bitch will die 100% guarantee. Rip to his poor mouth when he's home. Wonder what disgusting shit she'll cook up for winter holiday feasts.

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All the luck. You've got this, comrade! 🫡

Also man, Trey got the ban from the house? I suppose that's fair seeing as he's got all the sugary sweets. Would Riddle even be able to go to the store with his mom breathing down his neck? I have my doubts

—

YESSSS FLOYD RIDDLE CONTENT FOR THE WIN! Floyd, we may need you on stand by for murderous purposes, just in case ya know. May need some manslaughter up in here. For Goldfishie!

Masterlist

[siblingskissing]

vance hcs pleeeeease 🤲

Vance Hopper Headcanons

-Momma's boyMomma's boyMomma's boyMomma's boyMomma's boyMomma's boy -Vance has anger issues that I believe are both trauma based and also possibly an undiagnosed disorder/mental health issue. It was the 70s so he likely wouldn't have been diagnosed but you see what I mean -He's not rich but he's also not dirt poor either. I imagine his dad probably has a really nice job and forced his mom to be a housewife/caregiver 24/7. That being said- Vance has a pretty humble mindset when it comes to finances despite the fact -When Vance went missing he was out walking after a fight with his old man- likely had some bruising already when the Grabber tried coaxing him into helping him. I feel like Vance probably didn't try to help but rather tried to fight him and that's how he grabbed him

- (I'm not gonna go into my headcanons for his captivity in this post but I will happily do a separate post if yall want that)

-Vance hates sweets but sour candy has a grip on his soul -He also loves salty foods

-His style is inspired by both his own need to rebel but also his mom's style when she was younger. I think she had hair similar to this:

-I think she actually has dark hair to and the color comes from his dad's side

-Vance actually is really smart and would do well in school if he was given the chance. however, do to both his environment and his temper he can't actually show that -He loves dogs. He prefers cats some days but he likes to feed the stray dogs that sit in the alleys -He loves bananas. Ever since he was a toddler he would munch on them. His mother once got concerned that he had a potassium issue. Nope. Just likes banana -He's allergic to kind of a lot. Cinnamon, peanuts,almonds, eggs, honestly he has a laundry list of allergens that his mom keeps handy -Thankfully most of his allergies (minus the peanuts and almonds) are mostly just irritants so he can still eat things he likes. However those two will kill him. -He likes horror films but isn't huge on them. He'll sometimes sneak into the drive in to watch them but that's more for the rush than the actual film. His favourite horror film is Halloween -I don't have a specific sexuality headcanoned for him. I guess most people would say Pansexual but i think he's unlabelled. He doesn't like many people but if he gets involved with someone? Well, good for them. -chocolate chip pancakes lover -Watches the Twilight Zone with his mom every week. His favorite episode is 'To Serve Man' - Vance always secretly wanted to be a firefighter when he got older. He thought they were cool and when he was like 5 he used to play with his mom that he was a firefighter rescuing her. - His favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla. He does not care that it's basic, he likes the simplicity and how its not too sweet. -Same reason he likes dark chocolate. -IDK why but I imagine him as an older brother?? Maybe his mom had a little girl after him or was pregnant when he went missing. -IDK but either way he is so protective. -He hates reading with a passion. He hates silence and he hates being silent the entire time he reads. He does however enjoy when people read to him/he can follow along with someone reading. -Rip vance you would've loved audiobooks -Know how I said he likes horror? He HATES horror stories. They aren't as fun for him and he things they're boring -I imagine he has a very clean room for some reason?? Like he likes things to be in their place, how he likes it and its organized for his needs -Kinda similar in the idea of this?? Like i doubt he has tons of decor but he has what he needs

-Secret art kid. He's really good at drawing but doesn't do it much outside of his room. He prefers traditional pencil drawings since paint leaves too much residue but if he gets his hands on colored pencils? He flourishes. -rip vance you would've loved alcohol markers-

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Whump Prompts: Caretakers

Content: Slavery, whumpee-turned-caretaker, whumper-turned-caretaker, bad caretaker, torture.

Caretakers who have also been a whumpee in the past.

Caretakers who have also been a whumper in the past, but Whumpee does not know (yet).

Low-empathy caretakers.

Reluctant caretakers. Ones that do not want to be looking after Whumpee but are being forced to/feel they owe whumpee/bound by moral obligation.

Sadistic caretakers who will torture Whumper for as long as it takes and enjoy it. Bonus points if Whumpee does not know about this side of them.

Slave caretakers who have taken it upon themselves to care for whumpee, Whumper's favourite slave... or, maybe they're ordered to.

Bad caretakers. Ones who manipulate, gaslight and abuse their whumpees. Ones who guilt them into doing things they don't want to do because "I'm taking care of you, it's the least you can do."

Hyper-empathetic caretakers.

Over protective caretakers who are so scared of Whumpee getting hurt again that they refuse to let them out of their eye sight.

Firm caretakers. Ones who won't let Whumpee say no when it's most important. Even going so far as to hold them down just to get them to eat something if they haven't in a while.

Emotional caretakers who cry when Whumpee hugs them for the first time. Ones who cry over things that Whumpee should be crying over.

Angry caretakers who can't quite earn the trust of their whumpee because of how volatile they can be. Every time they think they're getting somewhere, something happens that puts them right back at the beginning.

Poor caretakers who can't afford to feed the both of them. Ones who go hungry because they gave the last of the food in the house to Whumpe, ones who sleep on the floor because Whumpee has taken the bed. Ones who cannot afford to care for Whumpee, and yet do so anyway.

Rich caretakers who spoil Whumpee with everything their little heart desires. They know Whumpee hasn't lived a kind life, so they they do everything they can to make sure they enjoy life from now on.

lemme know if you wanna be put on a taglist for my whump prompt lists <3

[liaarxse]

can you do which tr characters would do this with y/n and how it would go??

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JmRPXM/

This is a mess...

Characters: Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Manjiro Sano

Warnings: None

—Keisuke Baji

He's down.

Ya'll tried baking a cake, with him only talking. His arms were behind his back where you were, and your arms were showing, as if it was his.

You had to stand on a small stool to be able to do this

The house was a mess

Cats were even stepped on

R.i.p

Baji instantly dropped the act and fell to his knees, babying the poor kitty

It's your fault Y/N

You're guilty

How dare you

After like.. 30 minutes, he let go

For his, yours, and the cats sake

It was barely able to breathe from his grasp

You continued on the trend

Then a fucking egg flew and hit Baji Jr. Number 28 in the head

Then a fucking Baji flew and grasped cat number 61 in his arms

See what I did there?

Cat? 61?

61?

I'm sorry (not)

In the end, like half of the egg shells got in the mix and you choked on one.

R.i.p Y/N

#deadfamilymoments 🍷🍷😍😜😜😜😜🍷😜🍷😜🍷🥱🍷

—Nahoya Kawata

He just KNEW

When you entered his room with a playful smile, he just got up, stretched and—

"Bring it on!"

Oh

My

God

Souya just gathered his shit and moved out

There was probably going to be a reported murder scene in there, and he doesn't want to be a suspect

Why?

Oh, because Nahoya probably saw someone he didn't like through the window and chased them with a knife

Anyway let's say it didn't happen

He wasn't taking it seriously AT ALL

You had to recharge your phone 3 times because its battery died

And his phone is so broken, your emo friend can't compete

You managed to season the noodles but when you tried to feed him

Ah... shit

You literally couldn't see from his big ass hair and were struggling behind him

He was laughing so hard that instead of biting the fork, he bit your arm

"YOU BUSTED ASS FUCK—"

He didn't care

He just took the bowl and went to eat it in the other room

You wanted revenge

You snuck out of the window, and busted from the front door, screaming

Guess who's noodles went flying in the air

And it landed on his hair

Let's say it was an interesting night

The next morning everything was a-okay don't worry.

—Manjiro Sano

The amount of food y'all went through was INSANE

Like, is you rich or smth 🤨

Manjiro was RAVENOUS

Fucker would've ate you if there was nothing else

😘

But that's a story for another time

You were cuddled up next to him, your head laying on his chest while scrolling through tiktok

You landed on a video that showed a couple doing a rather interesting trend

You both just looked at each other and got up to take a quick stroll to the convenient store

You bought 20 packets of instant ramen.

Holy shit

If it wasn't for his constant fighting lifestyle as a gang leader, mf would've been fatter than yo mama

<3

So you tried to do the challenge

And failed

You tried again

Failed again

By now, like, 2 hours have passed and Manjiro was still hungry

At one point, he just got tired and took the ramen bowl and went to sit somewhere in private to eat it

You took the flag from it and raised it over his head

🤨

Let's be honest if there wasn't a flag he wouldn't have participated

He chuckled, took the flag, and placed it on top of the ramen

"Let's try again?"

He's so fucking cute when them dark impulses are light 😻

In the end, you didn't do the trend properly, but at least you had fun

But

Guess what

He's still hungry

"But there is no more ramen left?"

He smirked

"Who said I'll be eating ramen?"

He started walking towards you

Your eyes widened as you took a step backwards

Manjiro leaned towards your face, inches away before he walked past you and took out a Taiyaki out of the shopping bag

He winked at you and left the kitchen

"Motherfucker..."

[cipheramnesia]

I know you talk about movies and TV shows on here a lot, so I'm not sure if you've already a secret this, but do you have any recommendations for things on canabalism? Or werewolves

The cannibalism genre is huge, and you could probably write a book on it. Obviously my favorites are The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Part 2 (the originals, none of the remakes, reboots, whatever). They're two sides of the same strange coin with underlying themes of classism and the deep rot at the core of US nationalism. Along with Night of the Living Dead around six years prior, the original TCM was one of those movies that marked a paradigm shift in horror film.

But meanwhile, there was a huge lurid explosion of cannibalsploitation movies. I don't know most of them very well. Like, I've seen Motel Hell and Blood Diner, The Hills Have Eyes movies, but they didn't do a lot for me. Once you start getting to the end of the 80s, directors seemed to start getting an inkling of the satirical or symbolic value of the cannibal, and that's where some really interesting work happens, for example Parents (1989), the absolutely iconic People Under the Stairs (1991), and a left field one from me personally - Auntie Lee's Meat Pies (1992) - which feels almost accidentally anti-capitalist / anti-authoritarian.

One thing about this period is that for the most part there was an associate of cannibalism with being rural and poor (People Under The Stairs and Parents are notable and very interesting exceptions). A degree of the horror lies in humans eating humans, but in a modern lens these old exploitation films tap into other feelings, finding an undercurrent of anger which comes from the way it's so often poor and rural people literally consuming wealthy or privileged people. The cannibals of these movies were often dirty, or old, or fat, or horny. They were loud and obnoxious and tacky - and their victims were so clean and thin and pretty and wealthy. There's no doubt a lot of the exploitation movies in that whole late sixties to early nineties period weren't exactly made with pure intentions, but many of them hit that "eat the rich" sweet spot in a way more recent movies don't.

But anyway, also starting in the 1990s was the shift towards the idea of cannibalism as something transformative - human flesh went from a staple of the poor and disenfranchised, and started to be a luxury item, or something which marked those who consumed it as special or even elite, sort of kicked off by Silence of the Lambs. However, if you want a more interesting example, Ravenous is a fun watch, and has a lot to unpack going on - both for the good and for the bad. It's one of those movies where you'll find a degree of the mythologizing also start to appropriate first nations culture and in particular a figure which isn't meant to be spoken about just in general. Prior to this, there was already a habitual use of "native people" as "savage cannibals" in the exploitative way, but this was where it swung over to the other side of the horseshoe, to stereotype any sort of pre-colonial people's have having a unique and ritualized consumption of human flesh that separated them from white, western colonizers.

Anyway, that takes us up to recent stuff, which is probably too close to see a clear pattern. People are still making the same movies as before, but some of the more interesting modern approaches where cannibalism is in the context of things like coming of age, or finding a place in the world are Raw and Bones And All. These two takes merge some of the original models of cannibalism being a trait of the underprivileged, but having elements signifying it as a unique experience which allows it to serve as a stand-in for the feeling of transition to adulthood, or being someone who is socially othered in some way. A few others which I think have some interesting takes, but maybe not enough to get into detail, are Flesh, We Are What We Are, Feed Me, and Bloody Hell. Most recently, and probably the best new cannibal movie in ages, is Lowlife, which you can find on Tubi.

Anyway, uh, quick off the cuff werewolf take is that there's not really a perfect werewolf movie which in no particular order should have a bipedal werewolf with a wolf head (not human-like) and is queer. Some movies which are a mixed bag are An American Werewolf In London (great writing, terrible wolf design), The Howling series (cool werewolf design, terrible writing), Ginger Snaps 1+2 (should be queer, isn't), Wolf Cop 1+2 (okay writing, okay design, missing the queer), and Late Phases (good writing, so-so design).

Here are the three that you should watch: Dog Soldiers has peak werewolf design, a really interesting concept, and solid writing. Probably your best bang for the buck in terms of cool werewolf fighting time. Bloodthirsty is peak queer werewolf movie writing, with very little actual wolf. It's beautiful and meditative and I love it. And of course the all time greatest werewolf movie ever: Company of Wolves. More of a dreamscape painting than movie, what it lacks in wolf design it makes up in beauty and depth of psychosexual exploration.

[fakeusernamelol]

I'M LATE--

I do love the trend of Things Happening To Stan. Poor guy.

Also I love kidnapper Ford being a pussy so much. His whispering about how he needs to take care of Stanley because he doesn't want him to hear and get mad :'( He would die immediately if he got released into the wild. But Stan is good to him, he's Stan's special little guy and their kids love him because he's mostly a stay-at-home dad and is very present in their lives. I think Shermie and Mariana are raised in the most put-together home and they spent their first few years in booster seats in the back of Stanley's getaway car.

Also even though young bad ending Ford made fun of young kidnapper Ford, bad ending ford cant say shit when they're older because Kidnapper Ford has a husband that loves him, kids that love him, a town that accepts him, and several academic achievements (under a different name but still) while bad ending Ford is a drifter that his kids hate and are actively keeping his husband away from and that his husband doesn't know about or love back. That Ford can't compare, he can't.

Until that Ford goes back in time and takes kidnapped Stanley away from him. It's not for revenge, more like a self-serving kind of closure. Ford wants to provide that Stanley with the best life possible - one where he doesn't have to starve and nearly die in childbirth and be forced into crime and have to deal with a spineless husband (honestly bad ending Ford and kidnapper Ford should just make out but I don't have my camera ready so I guess they can keep at this weird homoerotic competition for who can fuck their twin brother better but that's me) and also that bit abt Stan being so pissed off until he realizes 'Oh it's just Ford. Somehow.' I love that so much, Stanley is the weirdest rat I've ever met. Meanwhile Ford has imparted his Tragic Backstory so Stanley trusts him (cutting all the abuse parts and just leaving 'my Stanley lost his memory and my kids hate me because I was just too much of a good and sexy father') and Stan doesn't believe shit he says because he's already starting to realize his own Ford is an untrustworthy mess and this Ford isn't his so he's like halfway back to being a stranger. But also Stan was starving and this guy's feeding him and if all Stan has to do is act meek and helpless and this old guy gives him all the cheeseburgers he wants, rents him a ritzy condo and gets him some good clothes that make him look charmingly overweight instead of pregnant then Stan isn't above some big doe eyes and a few 'Wow you're so nice to me' s, old man Ford eats it up and Stan gets to try rich people food and work off his anger at his own Ford (who gave himself some injuries and came back home with a story about double-kidnapping and a description of the old Ford's face as the man that did it so the police could help Ford find Stan quicker)

Old Ford is so in love too, he spent 30 years alone thinking about how he could have done things better with Stanley and Now He Gets To and he nearly forgot how sweet and trusting Stanley was and doesn't even notice he's eating out of Stanley's palm and paying to do it. He's intoxicated on Stanley's full attention unhindered by his own mistakes, this was supposed to be closure but its feeding into his 30 years spent yearning so well he thinks he might spend the rest of his life in this dimension, with this Stanley he hasn't ruined, this life he hasn't ruined. Of course he still loves his own Stanley more but here he was never the fool that fell for Bill, he was only ever the man that saved Stanley (from his point of view while Stanley is actually bleeding him dry and getting ready to leave the second his cash cow stops carrying him up the stairs when his feet hurt)

Anyways I'm rotating them in my mind at terminal velocity I wanna hear the reverb of Bad Ending Ford's skull hitting a metal pole and I'm sorry I'm late

🫎

JAJSJSAJ you Made me feel like a housewife waiting in the couch for their spouse to come home after a day of hard work with a surprise in their hands, MY DEAR 🫎 IM GLAD YOU CAME HOME I WAS MISSING YOU 😭😭💖💓💖💓💖

Even if Ford wasn't able to say loudly his intentions of having Stan as his dependant husband and a big family who fully needed him because that would make him end up crying like a puppy at the other side of Stan's room begging him to forgive him, he could lie to himself that he was near to that perfect life!

Well, maybe Stan was doing better economically than him thanks to his job at the shack and treated ford almost as he did with his kids (Except he was much sweeter with them than with him lol) he was still sure Stan needed him, he was still being affected by what ford said and he noticed it! How a little smile kept on his face when he told him that the dinner was delicious or a frown after a comment about his weight. And the kids love him! They were still too little to have a rational thought so Stan couldn't get mad at them if they ever call Ford «dada» although he did try to correct them gently and instead call him by other ways like uncle or just Ford. Maybe stan was still being reluctant about Ford acting as a second paternal figure to the twins but he was sure it was just jealousy or something, he took care of the children while Stan was busy and proved him that he was really good at it (he was probably a lot better at it than Carla could have been..)

Gotta be honest a bit and is that at least the part of «A Husband who loves him» is very ambiguous yet lol because Stan didn't stop to treat ford more like a roommate than a couple after he took control of the situation. Ford really tried his best to get Stan's heart again but he just acted politely with him and no more. Didn't let him give him kisses, hug him, call him sweet nicknames such as his dear or sweetheart and only managed to have sex with stan if he really was feeling it (maybe once every three months if he was lucky! Sure stan would check carefully the condom before start and no post-sex cuddles tho, after he's done Stan would kick him out of his room and acted like if nothing happened.) Stan took care of him because he didn't want Ford to die but wasn't as excited about the idea of sharing his family of his own with Ford as he was. ALTHOUGH yes absolutely kidnapper au Ford still was doing way better that Bad ending Ford was lol 🤭🤭 (they indeed need to kiss and let their poor twin brother alone, weirdos...)

Bad Ending Ford ended up in the place he was thanks to himself and what a bad traditional upbringing caused in him. Now that he was old and alone in the shack after all he did he was really feeling the consequences of his actions in his youth and even if he didn't want it, he couldn't say anything because he fully understood the reason why their kids preferred to take stan away from him. But he was honest to himself, he wasn't able to hold it. He really needed him, just one more chance to do things right this time and have at least one version of stan alongside him..

So now he had this beautiful young and pregnant Stanley by his care. He didn't really give a fuck about what The version of himself in this dimension would felt about that, he probably just the same stupid abuser he used to be and by how young they looked he probably wouldn't even will be able to give stan the life he deserved. And stan? Well, he couldn't say that he was absolutely comfortable with this but he couldn't complain. That suspiciously-looked-alike-to-ford geezer treated Stanley well by giving him a comfortable bed to rest on, the food he wanted, comfortable clothes that didn't squeeze his growing belly, and massages to his aching body when he needed them by the prize of just acting sweet to the old guy and letting him into his bed a few times. He was still thinking about his own life tho, how his ford and the rest of his family was doing, he was sure of something, he wouldn't stay there, he needed to comeback but he can't do it right now while he was soon to give birth so well, he will just enjoy his stay with that old Ford until it was moment to leave.

...But, will Ford let him? 😉😉

[paragonrobits]

I've seen a few takes suggesting that vampires would be considered disabled because of their need for blood, with a tone of writing assuming this was the default, and its honestly kind of fascinating and I honestly wonder how this came about.

I have, quite literally, never seen vampires depicted like this outside of this site. So I'm forced to contemplate why this has become any kind of natural thought about vampires.

I suppose the first thing to consider is a leaning towards thinking of vampires as disenfranchised, oppressed, or otherwise having to deal with accommodations or unique problems they have. And this is genuinely surprising to me because the element most common with vampires in modern work (dating back to at least the 90s from media I personally remember, and certainly much older than that with multiple decades spanning vampires becoming increasingly less used as antagonists and becoming romantic, however threatening or even genuinely malicious), is power.

Vampires are powerful. This sort of requires that they be supernatural in nature (a lot of the ideas I see here suggest them as people with unusual dietary needs, which I find a lot less interesting than them grappling with the monster inside), but can apply in a more mundane context. But over everything else, vampires are powerful. They are physically powerful; they're almost always far stronger than humans, either by default or because they can develop the power to rip you apart like wet tissue paper, throw trucks around, and similar feats.

Powers of mental influence, domination and mind control are incredibly common, almost universal. This also factors into the idea of vampires as predators and... well, to be blunt, another kind of predator. Vampires can force you to do things you don't want to; take over your mind, make you think and feel and do things and make you think you WANT to do them. They can coerce you.

This element of potential coercion also factors into another aspect of vampiric power, being that they have almost universally been depicted into two ways until very recently. The first one is wandering undead abomination; the corpse that rises from its grave to prey on the living (and this one is SO OLD that when people claim that vampires are inherently sexual, or that lust is a core aspect of a vampire, it kind of ignores that the entire vast body of folklore that created the idea of a vampire across many different cultures very rarely has anything like that). This type of vampire is not relevant here, but it IS worth noting that until recently, most vampires were like this.

The second one is power in the sense of social status. Vampires were almost always depicted as wealthy and ridiculously rich if they weren't borderline feral thugs and brutes. This leads towards metaphors about the rich and powerful, literally eating the poor. The coercive nature of the vampire is instead reflected here in their wealth and social status, and the privilege it accords them. This particular aspect is so overwhelmingly common that whenever vampires are treated as people, this one became the rule. If vampires were treated as individual beings with some capability for moral choices, they were rich and/or aristocrats of some kind, such as old money families for modern works. Vampires that were not rich (such as animalistic vampires, ones desperately holding themselves back from killing people to satisfy their hunger) were a glaring exception to the rule.

above all else, a recurring motif is that vampires take. Sometimes they physically require blood to live, or if they're genuinely undead, prolong their existences. (Specifically, at the expense of others.) They might be monstrous, undead predators who feed off the life and pain of others. Sometimes they are monstrous, but are capable of moral decisions and choosing not to hurt others as much as possible (and then, a big draw of the concept is the struggle between restraining the beast within and how good it feels to let loose and embrace that monster).

So with that all, it begs a question; where exactly did this idea of vampires as victims or at least a more or less defanged take become more prominent?

Personally my take is that its the logical conclusion of the increasing emphasis on a vampire as tragic and romantic, while minimizing the more harsh aspects of the vampire and making them more useful as metaphors in some way, though it runs the risk of losing what actually makes vampires interesting in favor of a disability metaphor that honestly feels to have come from nowhere and, in all honesty, also feels potentially really iffy when you consider what vampires otherwise tend to be.

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been seeing a lot of it on my dash so (rent lowering gunshot)

all you people talking shit about other cultures' food are rude as hell first of all, but second of all 90% of the time you're comparing apples to oranges, holiday foods from resource rich regions that you now have the luxury to eat when you want against like, poverty foods that people continue to eat out of nostalgia or necessity

if you're going to do this annoying dumbassery in the modern year at least compare apples to apples, expensive and rich holiday pastries to expensive and rich holiday pastries

every culture has the following foods:

1. end of the month soup with whatever seasonings grow outside

2. meat in carbs

3. in this house we eat every part of the [livestock animal]

4. weird fermented shit in a pot

5. 90 variously sad preparations of the most readily available carb

6. they're invading run away chow

7. grass water

8. sweet fatty dessert for babies

9. mix and match carb and protein concoction made of whatever was left in the stores

10. this shit will get you fuuucked up man you'll forget you're poor as dirt and the sultan or whoever is taxing the shirt off your back man

its just that when you emigrate and set up a restaurant you want to feed the customers the best kingliest shit you can scrounge together so they keep coming back to pay you your live your life money, thus the weird impression that, again, the highest quality most palatable-to-you food a group of people can imagine to serve you is their default food, which they have access to all the time, and you're somehow worse by comparison because you mostly cook Staple Carb 20 Ways, Veg That Can Be Bought Here, Flesh Contrivance and End Of Month Soup

Everyone does! Most people everywhere live exactly the same month to month, hand to mouth level of existence you do, don't let dickheads online get you down by sneering at you about how rosewater sorbet with 16 exotic fruits, the food of their ancestors, is better than fermented horse milk, drunk by shmucks like you