#for those of you who are blacklisting the tag

[thebluestbluewords]

An offer she couldn’t refuse…

I don’t know what’s going on with the new Rise of Red trailer, and at this point I’m too afraid to ask. I’m not too afraid to speculate though!!

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Uma grinds her boots on the carpet as she walks into Mal's office. It's not muddy enough for her to track much in, but she's still got old blood on her heels, and bloodstains never really come out. 

It's petty. Evil knows it's petty, but after all this time, Uma's pretty sure she deserves a little petty when it comes to the new queen. She's not the one with the ostentatious royal sign on her door, and she's certainly not the one putting kingdom business on hold so she can host the fluffy, stupid wedding of her dreams. 

Not that they're here to talk about that.  

"Princess." 

Mal spins around. "Uma." 

Uma steps closer. There's a desk in between them, but that's not a problem. The little queen is short, just like her wicked mother, and Uma's got practice looming over people taller than her. With Mal's fairy stature, it's not trouble at all for Uma to lift her chin and glare down her former archnemesis. In fact, it's a pleasure. 

Mal drops her gaze first. Hah. 

"Thanks for coming," she says, dropping into her fancy fucking desk chair. "I appreciate it. I know you're busy, what with the pirating and all. It means a lot that you came." 

Uma drops into the other chair that somebody has so conveniently placed on the visitor's side of the desk. "Cut the shit, princess.  You called me here for a reason, and I'm here because I want to know what it is. No more, no less." 

Mal's eyes flicker back up to meet her own. They're bright green. Magical bright green. 

Well, shit. 

"I have an offer for you," the Queen of Auradon says slowly. "Which I think you're uniquely qualified for. You can turn it down if you want, but I'm asking you to hear me out first. Fair?" 

Uma lifts a finger up to tap her mother's necklace where it sits hot against her collarbone. The problem with magical items is that you can't always turn them off. It's not that she wants to take advantage of her mother's ocean magic and use the locket to steal whatever spell Mal's got sitting behind her eyes, but sometimes the magic just slips out, and she ends up absorbing spells that weren't intended for her. 

Sometimes they're even useful. 

"Life ain't fair, princess," Uma drawls. "But sure, I'll hear you out. What'd you got for me?" 

"Headmaster. Of Auradon Prep." 

"No."

Mal's eyes flash. "Hear me out, Uma."

"No way. A school full of royals is never gonna listen to a pirate from the Isle of the Lost. You might as well ask an orge to be headmaster." 

"Good to know you consider yourself on the same level as ogres," Mal snaps. "But you said you'd listen to me. I need someone from the Isle to serve as acting headmistress while Fairy Godmother is on sabbatical, and I want it to be you." 

Uma swings a foot up to grind her boot heel on the chair too. "Why me? Why not Princess Blueberry, or your precious Freddie Facilier?" 

"Freddie's busy. Evie's not available. And they're not the leaders of a pirate crew. They don't have your experience with managing idiots.”

"If you only brought me here to insult my crew, I can leave." Uma offers, jerking a finger over her shoulder towards the door. 

She takes a special satisfaction in making the queen of Auradon grind her teeth. Sure, her ex-girlfriend can just grow her magical dragon teeth out bigger and better than before, but Uma's got to make her use those magic powers. No easy roads out for the princess who grabbed freedom with both hands and left the rest of them behind. 

"Please," Mal grits out. "Uma. I wouldn't be asking you if I had anyone else that I thought could do it, you know this. Auradon Prep is--" 

She cuts herself off. 

Fascinating. 

"Auradon Prep is what?" 

"It's-- look, I can't give you the details unless you want the job." 

Oh, she wants the job.

"I can't accept the job," Uma says carefully, letting each word slip out like a pearl from her mother's oysters, "Until I know what it entails. I have a whole crew relying on me, and I can't just abandon them for just any old headmaster role. I need to know it'll be worth my while." 

The office door clicks shut. 

Uma leans back in her chair as Mal's eyes glow green, greener, and slip closed. 

"Swear that you won't speak of this to anybody outside this room," Mal intones in a voice that is both hers and not her own. "Swear on the ocean." 

Uma scoffs. "I'm not swearing anything. I tell my left hand man everything that I know. It's why we work. Honesty, princess, ever heard of it?" 

Mal's eyes crack open. They're glowing scary green, like the bioluminescent algae that Uma pulls up from the sea floor sometimes when she's bored with waiting for the Southern Isles' trade ships to appear. Sort of a freaky color if you're not ready for it. "You can tell Harry. But that's it, and if he tells anybody else, I get to send my crows after him." 

"Deal." 

Her eyes slip shut again. That voice, the creepy double-edged rasp of magic, creaks out of her throat.  "Then swear it, daughter of Ursula. Swear that what you hear today will not leave this room, except to confer with your second in command." 

Aw, hell. 

"I swear." Uma says, mostly just to get her to shut up. "Swear it on my mother's watery grave." 

"It is done," Mal intones. "Remember your promise, daughter of the sea." 

Uma rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Give me the deets, Mal." 

Her ex's head flops forward. The light cuts out abruptly from her eyes. It's creepy, but they were born and raised in creep central, so it's not like Uma's freaked out by the frankly gratuitous display of magic bullshittery. 

Her head snaps back up before Uma can think to poke her with one of her knives. "There's a time distortion." 

[toxintouch]

Kinktober speedrun time! Used the Mirror prompt on this list. Thank you for the inspo! Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || Dom!Reader x Leander

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Reader, Mirror Use. Edging/Orgasm Denial + Light Degradation & Name calling (Leander being referred to as a dog but he’s really into it, promise) + Power Exchange & Sub/Dom Dynamics

OTHER INFO: Leander has a dick, anatomy of Reader/POV Character remains unspecified; "they" pronouns used.

Leander has the straight backed posture of a man who was given etiquette lessons.  His mannerisms speak of wealth and class, yet they can’t help but observe that he looks completely comfortable while down on his knees.

His back muscles flex as he works himself, sweat slipping down his spine, pooling in the dimples just above his ass.  He’s strung tight, the veins in his arms straining as he strokes a quick, even rhythm.  His dick is flushed a painful red, copious amounts of pre-cum dripping down his wrist and splattering onto his thick thighs, some of it even dirtying the floor below when his strokes become too enthusiastic.

(They wonder how best to make him clean it later–he does so love to be ordered to lick up his own mess–but this floor is probably just as filthy as anywhere else in the Wick, despite appearances–and they don’t think they can find it in themself to make use of his mouth again after watching that.)

The full length mirror hanging in front of Leander is a new addition to the room. Something they’d wheedled out of him with nothing but an easy promise, whispered into his ear down at the bar.  It was theirs not a full day later: a polished brass antique with a priceless clear finish.

His back is to them, but they can see everything they need to by gazing at his reflection.

His strokes stutter, faltering, and they watch as his abdominals jump rapidly. His hand makes a few more shaky attempts before he stops himself with a shudder, breathing hard and squeezing his cock at the base to cut off his own orgasm. They give a little hum of approval, waiting.

“Count.”  They prompt, when he fails to remember on his own.  

They watch his throat bob with effort as he swallows, his jaw trembling around his answer.  “Five.”

“Good boy,” they say, their voice flat and unrewarding.  Dismissive. "Guess that Hightown education really paid off for you, huh?" He whines at that, his palms slicking along his thighs, awaiting their instruction.  He glances at them in the mirror, eyes hopeful. “Again,” they prompt, “and keep your eyes on yourself until I tell you.  During, too. You were closing them a lot. It's just you and the mirror until you've earned otherwise.”

Bites his lip, beginning to stroke himself again.

The next edge comes more quickly.

His eyebrows draw up, mouth falling open, back arching.  His cock jumps and this time he falls back onto his hands to keep from giving into temptation.  His eyes travel the length of the mirror, his neck taught with tension as he pants.  They notice his gaze darting along their form for a moment, greedily stealing along their silhouette in the looking glass. A quick glance of the place where their legs are splayed open as they lounge on the bed behind him, toying with themself idly.

He’s back to form so seamlessly, he probably thinks they didn’t even notice. The next number falls out of his mouth without prompting, as if to cover for his earlier sleight.

"..."

“Baby,” he whines, fidgeting without further instruction. His fingers return to his dick when they don't reply, ghosting over his wet, swollen cockhead.  He knows they hate the way that epithet sounds in his voice, the condescending lilt he manages to wrap around the syllables. “Sweetheart. Please, may I–”

“Bad dog,” they admonish.  They don't elaborate–let him figure out for himself which breach of protocol they're scolding him for.

“Again. And if you can’t behave, I’ll have to put you outside.”

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦Kinktober Speedrun on Ao3

Consider: this type of power play with yandere!Leander...you watching him when he's usually the one watching you...

[killershrike]

yall this is the lowest I've ever been and I can tell cause I'm playing supernatural episode 1 again. I haven't seen supernatural in years. I stopped around season 11. it was one of my favorite and closest fandoms for a long time untll I just naturally grew out of it. and now that I'm at my lowest again, how fitting that I find comfort in sam and dean once more. dudes about as fucked up as I am lmao

anyways sorry for any supernatural spam from here on out, but it's the only thing keeping me from eating a bullet right now and I'm not even joking

[carouselunique]

Is it true that there's no animosity between you and... you know, you know who. You never talk about her in any way. I guess I'm curious. You guys seemed like really close friends and then just weren't friends at all. And there was some stuff she said that seemed very targeted at you...

I don't know if she feels any animosity toward me or not any more. Our mutual friends have said she doesn't and I take them on their word in that regard, assuming that if they have an answer for me it's because they're aware how she feels. I wouldn't know and it's not my place to put words in her mouth.

I haven't spoken to her/about her in a long time and the only time she even crosses my mind is when people bring her up to me. As for me feeling any animosity? I'll admit my feelings on her these days are complicated and way too nuance-core for people who aren't my friends to hear about but I wouldn't call them animosity in any way. I inherently want people my friends care about to live well because I care about my friends, and anyone my friends care about by proxy and I still share friends with her. I would never wish ill on people my friends care about so animosity doesn't fit into that by definition. I'd say I'm hurt more than anything and even then I've worked through a lot of it with trusted friends who have helped me deal with my emotions in a healthy way.

(Besides, my own life struggles keep me from even being able to invest time into animosity. I have to expend that energy loving my family, doing my best to support them during our struggles. And I've never been a hateful person it isn't in me. I would rather play 'Hot To Go' by Chappell Roan and teach my dad how to do the hand gestures to help him strengthen his muscles again than focus on hating anyone...)

I try not to think about her because it hurts. I often think that people forget that I'm a real person outside of her sphere, and that I wouldn't want to talk about what happened because I truly did consider her a friend for a long time. And when someone I consider a friend appears to not regard me with care any more suddenly and I don't even have closure on that... well... it hurts... A lot. Of course I never talk about it.

And I'm not stupid, I have seen some stuff she's said that I've gathered was about me. I remind myself that she has a right to vent in her own spaces and I truly mean that... it's just a shame that her own spaces have people who then have taken these things to me to show me (after all, I wouldn't have even seen these things myself if not for third-party anons going 'this u?') saying it is my own fault because I was a terribly cruel friend or my own fault for not listening to warnings about her when I had the chance and that makes me a stupid gullible bitch. You lot haven't seen some of the awful shit about me from some of her more ravenous fans and haters I've seen over the years that I've had to let roll off my back in the fear it would bring backlash - not even to me, to her. I don't want to be the cause of any hatred going to anyone.

Also I'm just not going to ever talk about the details of our fallen friendship or our fallen relationship. That's private. She might be a public person to some extent but I never was, even if I do gain some measure of small fandom for my work one day I'm just private about personal matters especially raw ones. I almost deleted this ask entirely but Idk I never stated that it bothers me when people talk to me about her from my own mouth, so I guess that's what this ramble is.

If you send me anything about Lily Orchard it will not be addressed. I am not a part of her life not even through our mutual friends. I do not know or care what's going on with her public/personal life. I haven't kept up. I will never keep up. Don't treat me as an extension of the situation because I am not in the situation. In the most plainly stated sense of the word: Leave me the Hell alone. (...pretty please.)

All I've wanted this entire time was to be left alone to process everything in a healthy, peaceful way. I'm workin' on it.

[cramenjoyer]

will never stop being furious at people who act like dean treated jack well, or anywhere close to it. like sorry but i don't forgive y'all for acting like he was the worst thing in the universe and deserved what dean did to him, threatened him with and allowed to happen to him bc your yaoi schedule was disrupted. and since then y'all have somehow gotten worse by acting like it never happened! that man walked in on a kid's self-harm and all he did was yell at him and threaten to kill him. where is the fucking logic. dean can only be imagined as jack's father in a court hearing kind of way. at best he's the uncle or grampa your parents don't ever let you be alone with.

[collegeboysam]

https://twitter.com/unhingedA03/status/1790109921192636604?t=mAjBut8awoV5ZF-09xxaSw&s=19

Lucemond basically

ASFSDFSFDF TRULY

It's all about pulling out daggers and saying "you owe me a debt, bastard" til the old Valyrian impulse of fucking within your family tree hits and "-that shall be repaid with you sitting on my dick" it's being added to the speech all of a sudden.

Funny how "flesh for flesh" takes a whole new meaning mid fist-fight when all that tumbling and rolling around the floor feels more like foreplay than an actual combat.

Targaryen genes are so strong that they have the power to override generational hatred when the "I must fuck my family member" neuron activates.

[mootmuse]

time to vent: can we enjoy male characters who canonically explore dressing fem without deciding as a fandom that they're not men anymore, please? can we enjoy that kind of exploration happening without immediately deciding pretty clothes decide who a character is? or at least, please tag your posts calling them women with something. as a trans guy who even in an ideal world probably wouldn't ever pass, who'd love to be able to wear skirts without being called a woman for it, that shit hurts.

[thyandrawrites]

Still on my dragon bs... Not sure what to do with this still, cause it will likely end up too big for my intended purposes. But I think it can double as a flat wing pattern for the dragon amigurumi I've been brainstorming for the past weeks if this current wip doesn't work out 👀

[meteorologears]

Dunbar Amnesia Novel Philosophical Concepts--The Ones I Tried To Include and Address

Essentially, in creating it, I wanted to discuss the concepts of free will, responsibility, virtue, and memory as it relates to identity. The initial premise (as you'll discover in later chapters) is: what defines a person? Is it actions, ideas, or something else? The main question I have later is: is someone responsible for actions they commit, if they have no memory of taking these actions?

I mean to supersede the idea that it was a voluntary lack of memory, such as getting blackout drunk (one chooses to do this). In the Dunbar amnesia case, Dunbar's amnesia isn't a choice he made. Does he still have responsibility for actions that he took during this time? In order to appropriately address this question, some of the works I read/re-read included pieces on Locke's concept of free will, Aristotle's Nicomachean Ethics, Scanlon's 'What We Owe To Each Other', and Rousseau's social contract. There were a few others, but these were my main ones. Arguably, some of these are more political philosophies than thought-pieces, but I would argue they're every bit as relevant.

In the question of 'what defines a person', I wanted to look at concepts of virtues. Aristotle argues that moral virtues are not inherently held, but are gained through making choices which support them (i.e. someone can be brave, but only once they've made enough 'brave' decisions that they achieve a brave character). He also makes a claim that virtues support his concept of eudaimonia, or a virtuous and fulfilling life, 'flourishing'. So then, I ask: if decisions make up who someone is, and many decisions develop their character, if someone has no memory of these decisions---does that change who they are? In the amnesia novel, I address this by Dunbar's desire to discover 'what happened' during the forgotten years. While some of it is certainly to understand the actual events that occurred, another huge part is discovering who he'd become in that missing time. After all, waking up in a plush office with his name on a plaque is something that he considers out-of-character for himself. That's the impetus for asking: "what have I become"?

Of course, his perception of himself is exactly the same as it was seven years prior, because that's what he last remembers. Is a person's being only something they perceive, or is it a sum of how others perceive them? (E.x. if I consider myself to be noble, but my actions are terrible and others see me as awful, which am I? Noble, or terrible?) The same applies in the amnesia novel: is Dunbar the person who others see him as, or does who he is exist only within his frame of reference? Initially, I argue, that he would prefer it be the former, although it's likely the latter. Personally, I subscribe to Reader Response Theory, or the idea that each piece of writing is interpreted inherently by the readers, and the meaning was always meant to exist within their interpretation (outside exclusively what the writer intended). Why not apply the same to actions, and the being of a person? Every action has the ability to be interpreted by others, and although intentions are highly relevant (see: Scanlon), who we are as people is at least somewhat defined through how others see us.

In matters of memory, amnesia challenges the fundamental idea that you're made up of your actions, or that you're defined by how others see you. It suggests that because you still have a sense of self and a being, even if you cannot remember your actions for, say, the last seven years, something is still making up you. A question: if you cannot remember the virtuous actions you took, are you still a virtuous person? Is part of what made you virtuous the fact that you had the capacity to take those actions? If people perceive you as having virtue but you can't remember being virtuous, does it still count? These questions are not answered, but I do argue in the novel that there's a greater essence that defines you, and it lies in the decisions you make and determine in the present--outside of external or past judgements and decisions.

As an aside that's a little bit further apart from my whole essay-portion here, I've intended different characters to have specific philosophical viewpoints. The Clevinger/Dunbar line-up has a few different dichotomies that I think enhance the plot if you read the characters as adhering to these different principles, whether knowingly or not. While I'd like to say that at least one of them follows deontology (actually... hm. I'm going to go ahead and say Clevinger likes to think he's a deontologist), I know that Dunbar at the very least is a consequentialist (NOT subscribing to utilitarianism). I think that's very relevant for him in the amnesia novel, as it explains why he experiences cognitive dissonance between the actions he took that he can't remember and the consequences of these actions.

Already, you have their line-up between idealistic optimism/nihilistic pessimism, deontology/consequentialism, existentialism/pragmatism, and a few others. The amnesia novel almost serves as a thought experiment in regard to these, and the benefit to having characters with different moral structures allows for debate and evaluation of the situations from multiple philosophical perspectives.

[mynameis-a]

i don't care if lynette "only said that to distract charlotte"

there is no platonic explanation for this

[ekparavani]

rereading the death note manga as those fanfiction at this point. sad that the author decided not to include my favourite character benjamin

[goddessofroyalty]

Summary: Aemond and Lucerys drink too much one night and reveal some hidden truths in both their branches of the family tree.

Notes:

Still don’t go here but gods this fandom has such potential to talk about blood lines and inherency and duty.

Pairings: Aemond/Lucerys, Aemond/Helena (only for child conception purposes)

Warnings: incest (uncle/nephew; sibling/sibling), secret-children-having

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“What I don’t get,” Lucerys new husband says, with probably more alcohol on his breathe than is necessarily smart for them to be alone together considering their families are still at odds, “is why your father, not your true father, the one that we all pretend is your father, even claimed you in the first place. He of all people must have known you were not his.”

“He was our father,” Lucerys corrects because no matter what the matter of blood says Laenor was still his father. “And we were his children.”

“And if we were not,” Lucerys adds quietly, revealing a secret that even the night cannot hear, “it is not my mother’s fault.”

Aemond gives a hum at it, swigging down another mouthful of the wine they had taken back to their room with them after the feast. “Was he unable or unwilling?”

“I-“ Lucerys had been aware of the talk about his father as much as he was the talk about his mother but never had put as bluntly around him. He steals the cup from Aemond’s hands to take a drink of his own only to have it snatched back as soon as it leaves his lips.

“I asked my mother about why he claimed us back when this was all set,” Lucerys says with a gesture around the room. It was back when he was confirmed as Lord of Driftmark he had snuck into her bed that night and confessed all his fears of not being deserving of it and questioned whether his father would have even wanted him to take it. “She said that they had tried together and nothing had come from it.”

His mother had confessed that they possibly had not tried as hard as they could before turning to the alternative solution. Aemond doesn’t need to know those details though.

“An heir was still needed for them both and the arrangement worked for all involved. So we are his and he wanted us to inherit as such,” Lucerys finishes, looking over at his husband only to see that Aemond hardly seems to be listening anymore. Instead staring off over the wine cup into the distance. “Is that a problem for you?”

Aemond glances at him out of the side of his good eye before looking back away.

“My brother suffers from a similar shortcoming,” he says, after a moment. Just as quietly as Lucerys had started. “Which I suppose we should be grateful for or else we would be dealing with silver-haired bustards all through King’s Landing.”

It is clear he is not finished so Lucerys lets him have his time to find the words.

“There was also the requirement of an heir for him as well.”

“Did he not perform?” Lucerys has a feeling he knows where this is going.

“He tried. Many times. And the more it failed the more he drank, and Helena, she hated the whole thing.”

“So the children-“ Are Aemonds. Not that Lucerys dares finishing that question from the glare Aemond gives him for even starting it.

Aemond drinks what remains in the cup before getting up and taking it over to the window, staring out. “Perhaps if my uncle had been around the situation would have been neater for you as well.”

“Perhaps.” Lucerys can’t help but be glad his step-father wasn’t around. It is not that he dislikes him, he is as fond of Daemon. But he still misses Harwin, as foolish as that is.

[swiftstigmata]

no pop culture moment now will ever top finding out about you is about taylor. like that has satisfied my need for gossip for at least the next 8 months

[batwynn]

🎶Dealing with new mystery bad health stuff and not wanting to go to the ER because every past experience has proven that going to the ER tends to make everything 🎵worse 🎵 plus Covid and being immunocompromised when no one is wearing masks 🎵anywhere🎵 but also every doctor and specialist appointments are booked out at least 1-4 months away so we

✨Suffer!✨🎶

[ghostofasecretary]

watching interviews with Israeli officials willing to get on the news feels like i am in the inverted world

"if you want to try Israel for this we should also try France and Great Britian and the US" YEAH. YEAH WE SHOULD. THAT WOULD BE IDEAL ACTUALLY.

"the UN Secretary General needs to be tried for supporting terrorism" "they say we can't completely wipe out Hamas but we can (reporter: no?) and we will" wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf

"we've evacuated Gaza" DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY BUILDINGS IN KHAN YOUNIS AND RAFFAH HAVE BEEN BOMBED. THE ROUTES FROM THE NORTH TO THE SOUTH WERE BOMBED. HOSPITALS AND CHURCHES IN SOUTH GAZA HAVE BEEN BOMBED. ONE FOURTH OF THE RESIDENTIAL BUILDINGS IN GAZA HAVE BEEN DESTROYED AND WINTER IS COMING AND PEOPLE ARE DISPLACED, HOMELESS, SLEEPING ON THE STREETS WITH NO BLANKETS BECAUSE OF THIS SO-CALLED "EVACUATION." WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

"UNRWA is teaching children antisemitism and jihad" what do you think words MEAN

a UNRWA guy is also on this al-Jazeera interview and i appreciate him snapping about how big of a lie that is but i'm still. screaming

i hate this world. i hate how Palestinians are being slaughtered and their homes and mosques and churches and hospitals destroyed. i cannot stand hearing people justify the unjustifiable. i hate how there's debate over whether or not the "Hamas slaughtered babies" photos are doctored and meanwhile it's incredibly incredibly easy to find raw verifiable photos of dead Palestinian children to the point that i cannot avoid seeing them in the news. how is the US still supporting Israel with so little caution.

i understand it, on, like, a "colonialism cares for nothing but its own power and never ever ever admitting wrongdoing" level but like. the Israeli guy i'm screaming about is a person with a heart??? governments are made of people who all need food and water and medicine and access to fuel so they can have the first three things? i basically get why global powers are horrible but i can't--i can't fathom how individual people get to this point. of hearing about entire families being exterminated for well over a week and seeing hospitalized infants who are the last survivor of their extended family and going "yeah, that's what i call a-okay self defense"

(i probably could. it just feels, very strongly, like i cannot, and i'm not sure i want to. honestly i don't want to. i am so sad and so angry. i want this to stop. i've done what i can and i'll go to more protests and make more calls and all that but--yallah, ay khoda, god, god, god, god, god, you absolute *fucker,* it's a good thing you don't exist because if you did *how dare you*)

[collegeboysam]

love ur fics!! can’t wait to read chapter 2 of the lucemond halloween you’re currently writing

HOLDING YOU CLOSE WHILE I MAKE THIS FACE AT YOU: 🥰🥰🥰

Knowing you liked the fic enough to come look for my tumblr aftr reading when I don't usually link it to ao3 is extra sweet and and it makes me stupid happy anyone cares for my fics enough to do that so. SMOOCHES UPON YE! Now, I said the same thing to the other lovely anon but I wanna say it to you as well: I'm sorry that because of work (traveling) circumstances I didn't expect (no good data where I was) I coulnd't stick to the original updating schedule.

BUT!! I think you can read it between tomorrow and Thursday now that I'm back? Everyone is stressed and anxious atm so it doesn't feel like the right timing to post fic, you know? So now that I have wifi again I'll give it a couple days and post the next part 💗💗💗