#god forbid 2025

[mohabbaat]

december???? what next??? 2024?????

[checkadii]

alienation, tolerance, incorrigible

[hsfavoriteworlds]

Guys guys guys.... if ticket to heaven is done right, it's gonna destroy me but the thing is, can we really trust gmmtv with it? 😭

[hakusins]

OH MY GOF ??&3£2&;£2&:)2£:)2)2)2 GILGAMESH IN HONKAI STAR RAIL????????????????? BDJEBDJWBDJWBDJENDEJDNWJDBWJSNWLSNWKDBWJDNWJWHWJWBEHEH

[betreybrained]

I think I've grown greedy to your sweetness. I feel needy, strange and all funny on the inside because /why/ are you nice to me and why cant i stand (being without) it. I tell you ill push away if you need as I cling on tighter, i think i cant even stomach the idea of you not being all nice because youre sweetness itself. sugar trapped in the body of a stubborn, punk teenage thing. like honey encapsulated inside the walls of a defensive bee hive. i feel STUPID because of how much I feel like I've grown to crave the love in your hands and the sugar in your words. I have a cavity because of you, it's reached down deep into my jaw and settled into my bones. you've kissed me sweetly and spoiled me rotten and now all I wish is to decay in your arms. is that so evil of me? one (i) may think so

T

[granitxhka]

january 1st and the way i’ve already been yelled at for being unmarried happy new year indeed

[chaunceydollz]

Truly hope GTA 6 has insane details like RDR2 but modern. Seems like they’ve gotten better at making black hair tho💀

[supervisormeero]

Sometimes Disney putting “Coming 2025” in the newest Andor trailer makes me paranoid as hell

[hornedavies]

saw acaster tn :)

[set2zero]

Kicks the door open and does /gratuity because I'm throwing in more than 2 gil.

Full disclosure: I like clothes/hair mods. If there's a syncshell and I know most will see it, I put on a nice mashup. But I always keep my characters' faces vanilla and a set of vanilla glams that's as close to the modded look because

I am still primarily a console player,

I started RPing on FFXIV with console RPers,

Not everyone is a special kind of insane who builds a PC to run Reshade smoothly and then buys the same game twice just to log RP and gpose. (it's me)

So I would be an asshole to make something that doesn't match what's on people's screens and then exclude them for it.

I'm glad that the RP circles I run in are still considerate to vanilla players but I'm in servers that whine for hours how unplayable FFXIV is in the first 24 hours a new patch hits. It's tiring when the discussion inevitably drifts towards grumbling as if mods are their god-given right when SE has just been following the JP culture of "don't ask don't flaunt", it's entitlement at its worst. You're paying a sub, you're not SE stakeholders FFS.

Currently a PC RPer needs at least five plugins to see a person's "true" appearance. I get it if there are significant bits that one prefers to have for immersion but in 5 years of RP I seldom reach a point where someone's black scleras are mentioned in the session.

And if they say they need it because the vanilla character creator is ugly...why play the game at all?

Playerscope, modding and the hunt for aesthetic: why you should be more upset about mods and community expectations than you already are.

I love that this sounds like an academic paper but HONESTLYYYY. I need to put my thoughts to paper in regards to my burnout with xiv, otherwise I think I'll go insane. This is a controversial yet brave post. I am well aware that I partake in some of the things I'm going to be critiquing; aka, "thank you, dinklebottom, we live in a society." I'm also not critiquing mods from a space of offering more accessibility to people and/or facilitating representation not currently offered within the context of the game. There is nuance to every discussion and I'm coming at this from an overarching view around mods and community expectations/standards rather than player joy. I hope this makes sense. I'm also predominately writing from a roleplay perspective, though I'm sure a lot of what I end up saying can reflect in the art party/social space. Just know if I haven't mentioned the latter it's because that's not my scene and I don't pretend to know otherwise.

Anyway. For those who don't know, there's a new mod that's causing some strife in the xiv community called Playerscope. Here is the reddit thread about it. I'm not going to be talking too much about the mod in general because that's not the point of this post, but seeing discussion around it today just made me feel more exhausted than I already am when it comes to modding and the xiv community around it. It made me realise... I'm actually really sick to death of mods. I'm sick to death of what they're doing to the community when it comes to gatekeeping, policing and in general the interactions we have with each other in the community.

Let me explain: I wrote a post about the roleplay mod on bsky that kind of articulates at a surface level what I mean.

I think what makes me sad, which I'm sure is echoed by a lot of people, is that mods feel like the standard now rather than an option and that there's a certain expectation for people to have them if they want to engage with facets of the community—whether intentional or not.

Unlike XIV, WoW has a supported mod scene (within reason) and TRP 2 and the like have been accepted for years now. In a space where people can't slap on an RP tag, having that tool readily identifies you as a writer/roleplayer and you can include as much or as little of your character as you like. The general idea is if you have one of these tools enabled, you're a roleplayer to some capacity. You can dress up the profile to a certain degree, you can add links and supported pictures, but you're mostly reliant on what you put to paper in regards to your character. Even then, I find filling out what my character is doing currently and marking the rest as a WIP doesn't necessarily exclude me from roleplay if I want to find it. A lot of people will do that and a super simple description to incite interest around their oc.

These days in XIV... I don't know. I do think communities have gotten more insular—it's why I'm so pedantic about trying to find them for the Compendium—but I also think mods and, to a certain extent, the 'nightclub' scene have gotten in the way of it as well. My argument is such.

I want to go to an event (for example sake, I'll call it Seascape). In order to fully participate, I may need:

Their discord.

A roleplay addon.

A carrd/google site/etc.

Their synchshell (including mods, mare and everything else)

Potentially a mod of some description so people know I can see theirs (and vice versa).

Also that your mod isn't made by a shitty person.

Appropriate understanding of the scene/social space.

Some luck and a prayer that it's an inclusive space and not a closed rp group advertising as being open and/or a mod showcase advertising itself as something different.

Like??? Holy shit you guys. If you are someone who doesn't want to mod because you're worried about repercussions it really just feels like a big 'fuck you, good luck'.

And let me be clear, not every community is like this. I'm incredibly lucky to have found fantastic roleplay within my own rp event/community, I have great friends who run awesome, inclusive events for people of any skill (writing or otherwise) and I do fully believe you can just enable the rp tag and find fun, fulfilling roleplay. But I've also found the above a lot of times, too. I've had people point-blank get mad at my partner because he won't install mods and try to exclude and/or circumvent him in spaces. It's weird. I've been to events where the only time I felt like I got proper interaction(s) was when I joined the aforementioned, even if I have my character's profile linked in my about. It's weird.

Honestly, no wonder new roleplayers feel overwhelmed. Not only do they have to learn roleplay etiquette, they have to be a mod expert overnight? It feels less about what someone can bring to the table as far as a story but what mods they can install to either look cool or pass an unspoken social barrier. As much as I'm down bad for aesthetic and looking the part, I hate it being at the cost of accessibility and fun for someone else.

Arguably it's the same for gposing and the like as well, which contributes to my exhaustion alongside all the graphical changes and I just. I'm gnawing at the bars of my cage.

I don't think it's going to change and arguably it's more of a Twitter/X issue than a Tumblr, one but Tumblr lets me write mini essays and Twitter will tell me to kms.

Ergo, I'll go with the essay-writing platform.

Anyway, I guess this is just a reminder that you don't need 4596419651 mods to be in the community and that people should be more vigilant on including people who don't have them for whatever reason, provided they operate in good-faith and want to contribute. I think we're careening to a slippery slope of expectation for something unsupported and I don't like it.

[sgiandubh]

In other news...

S in Andermatt, Switzerland - posh, expensive, overrated ski resort, on par with the more famous Zermatt -, sharing a selfie with Leoni Zopp, aka @lexonii on IG, who hails from Andermatt itself, btw:

Quite an interesting character, this one, with her own accidental downfall (in more ways than one) & redemption/fortitude story:

This is clearly some sort of business (?) stunt/collaboration between S, Stellar Equipment and Zopp, who is actively being promoted as one of their brand ambassadors - see the 'thanks @ stellarequipment' mention in his post above, it is enlightening enough and tells us this is an #ad post, as per UK legislation:

[Source, LOL: https://www.stellarequipment.com/interstellar/people/leoni-zopp]

And before trolls would go to lewd speculation (they already did, LOL), she does have a significant other, so - no dice. They even spent three weeks in South Africa, late 2023/early 2024 and went to a wedding together, there. Nope, not exactly her brother, heh:

This non event aside (God forbid Those Two would be seen in the same place and at the same time!), what is next for S, spare that TCND panel in New York, on January 15th?

A new book, it would seem:

It will be published in the UK on September 18th 2025, by Quadrille Publishing Ltd (formerly Hardie Grant Books, before being acquired by Penguin Random House UK in May 2024, see here: https://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/industry-news/publisher-news/article/95140-hardie-grant-rebrands-as-quadrille-following-prh-uk-acquisition.html ), which is more than decent:

... and on September 23, 2025, in the US:

Finally, as per Norouzi's latest story, the Sassenach gin finally made it to the Whole Foods' supermarket shelves, which is not bad at all, either. The price tag is still reasonable-ish: 46 $.

All this added up, my question is: how long before yet another Sassenach Spirits' North American Tour?

I am ready to bet hard cash for it and you probably read it here first.

Cue in vicious Anons, I don't care. I won't answer them anymore - it gives undue space to idiots and I think you didn't like or follow this page for that reason only. #NewYearResolution

[aceyalonso]

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THE GRID

ʚɞ f1 drivers if they were on the r/AITAH subreddit (☾ - smau) ↳ drivers: op81, ln4, cl16, lh44, cs55, mv1/33, gr63, fc43

ʚɞ f1 drivers & how they express their love (☾) ↳ drivers: op81, ln4, cl16, lh44, cs55, mv1/33, gr63, fc43

ALEX ALBON

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FERNANDO ALONSO

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HAMDA AL QUIBAISI

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KIMI ANTONELLI

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PAUL ARON

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OLLIE BEARMAN

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PIERRE GASLY

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LEWIS HAMILTON

ʚɞ a win-win situation (☾ - written) ↳ summary : fresh from a Formula 1 race win, Lewis Hamilton parties with his friends at a club. Y/n L/n, troubled by the condition that she must be married to inherit her father's company, is at the same club. They hit it off, have a few too many drinks, and wake up in a hotel room, shocked to realize they got married

ʚɞ we're both winners, sweetheart (☾ - ❥ - written & smau) ↳ part 2 of "a win-win situation" ↳ summary : Y/n and Lewis going through the typical struggles of marriage (or in other words, the struggle of keeping up the charade of being married)

CHARLES LECLERC

ʚɞ can you stay the night? (☾ - ♡ - written) ↳ summary : you and charles had always been comfortable with each other, comfortable enough to cuddle, go out on "platonic" dates, and maybe comfortable enough to leave a toothbrush at his place

LANDO NORRIS

ʚɞ coffee and chess (♡ - written & smau) ↳ summary : y/n knew lando well, that a date at the local cafe would make him as giddy as a kid who had candy and that a game of chess with y/n would never make fail to make him laugh, so why not do both for his birthday?

OSCAR PIASTRI

ʚɞ my sweet summer romance (⚝ - written & smau) ↳ summary : after running into your mother's best friend from high school in Melbourne, she suddenly decides to invite her and her family to spend the entire summer with your family in Italy. so what happens when you're stuck dealing with the "jerk" of a son your mother's best friend has? one word - chaos.

ʚɞ that's the thing about illicit affairs (♬ - written) ↳ summary : a maid of honor and a groom that she knows all too well, only one of them gets their happy ending.

ʚɞ god forbid (𖦹 - written) ↳ summary : the indulgence of sin wasn't new to y/n, it never has been- but to oscar? he was as pure and innocent as a doe, the thought of sinning never even crossing his mind. but then again, everyone has to sin at one point, right?

DANIEL RICCIARDO

ʚɞ our little secret (𖦹 - written) ↳ summary : y/n had never been one to take risks, especially those that could put any relationships on the line, but maybe daniel can convince her to take a risk while keeping it a secret, just this once (or twice)

GEORGE RUSSELL

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CARLOS SAINZ

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LOGAN SARGEANT

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LANCE STROLL

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YUKI TSUNODA

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MAX VERSTAPPEN

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[scarletttries]

Write A Kiss Request: Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3) x Reader ...a kiss because time's running out

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a kiss for Astarion because time's running out

You could feel your stomach drop as your eyes followed the enormous pink brainstem up into the clouds, imagining the monstrous platform that it might form at the top. Months of adventuring, forming lifelong bonds, the gathering of your allies; it had all led to this. At the top of this strange tangled rope of flesh and nerves your destiny awaited. Win or Lose. Life or Death. Good or Evil. The balance that had hung so tenuously over each of you for as long as you could remember all came down to this. It almost felt a relief knowing that salvation or damnation stood right around the corner. It made finally making your feelings known to well-dressed vampire beside you feel far easier.

You hadn't meant to leave sharing your feelings until quite such the last minute, but every time you had tried to broach the subject before now the fates had conspired to stand in your way. At your camp whenever you finally had a moment with him alone the fire would need tending to or Volo would burst from nowhere with a new poem about you. Whenever you two found yourselves roaming the woods together and you finally started to find the words to tell him how you appreciate all that he is, some rabid creature would appear from above and try to end you both. And god forbid you two be left sharing a goblet of wine at some heroic celebration, Astarion smiling so deviously at you until the only thing standing in your way is your own inability to form a sentence when he looks at you like that. No matter how often you had tried, you and Astarion had come all this way, growing closer than friends could ever be, without you ever getting to articulate that sweet bond.

"This is really it." Karlach sighed out behind you, sounding battle worn but steeling herself for one final push.

"This will all be over soon. For the better I'm sure." Gale echoed, sensing her fears and trying to sound more confident of the outcome. You turned to Astarion, ready to finally put your feelings into words only to find him already staring at you expectedly, waiting for your final rousing speech or spirited song. He looked almost scared as he drank in your expression, worried that the final turn of battle might not go your way after all the sacrifices and challenges you had faced to get here. You could barely think of what lay ahead as you focused on his features, watching him search your expression for some meaning he couldn't quite decipher.

You had no words, as usual. No quip to appeal to his wicked wit. No sincere praise to win his fractured heart. No great confession to draw out his affections. As you stood silently staring at him you let out the only thought you could manage to form.

"Fuck it." And with that your hands clasped the cold porcelain skin of his face, watching his eyes grow wide as finally after weeks of wanting, your lips met his. He may have felt cold to the touch, but the soft skin of his lips had warmth flooding through your body, the faint feeling of sharp teeth running over your top lip as he grinned against you. His hands were quick to latch onto your shoulders, giving you a gentle squeeze as he added pressure to the kiss, tangible desire and desperation coming through in the way your bodies sought to be together in what you could your final moments.

Astarion could have kissed you forever waiting for the hammer of fate to drop, but unfortunately your mortal lungs couldn't quite wait that long. You pulled your face just an inch away from his, taking a deep breath and finding only warmth and reassurance in his gaze.

"Okay, I'm ready to go." You announced to the group, a proud smirk spreading across Astarion face at your chosen final action before you faced the judgement of the gods.

"Should we? For good luck?" Karlach turned to Gale, not one to feel left out, but you and Astarion began your climb together without waiting for his decision. Both of you filled with a renewed confidence this fight would go your way, if nothing else because you knew you had something important to fight for. And something joyful waiting for you on the other side.

***

If you enjoyed this check out my Baldur's Gate 3 master list for more Astarion content!

[ovaryacted]

The way some of y’all act on this platform like you fucking run shit on here is actually ridiculous. Y’all criticize writers for what they write, how they write, what tropes they use, how frequently they write, what ideas they have, how they manage their pages, and everything else under the damn sun. But yet you still want people to continue writing and share their work FOR FREE may I add. Y’all can’t keep reading fic and picking it apart every which way, you can’t have it both ways. Pick a damn side.

Fanfic writers don’t get paid for doing this, for dealing with the stress of coming up with ideas and writing pages upon pages of something they want to share, formatting the posts, and then sharing it on this platform or an AO3 just to get berated, judged, critiqued, accused, plagiarized, exploited with AI, and ignored. Y’all literally give people everything but support on here and then bitch and cry about nobody wanting to write fanfic anymore. Maybe if you guys grew some fucking sense and supported the writers that are actually here instead of constantly policing their actions and pushing their buttons and jumping down their throats for little ass shit, we’d have more people willing to use their spare time to write fanfic.

Y’all get bold as hell using the anon button, saying whatever y’all want without caring of how it may come off, but god forbid people respond back with just as much vitriol, all of a sudden they’re the bad guy and you’re playing victim. We literally have bigger things to fucking worry about than bullshit anon hate that won’t amount to anything. When you all realize that we soon won’t have a platform to share fic and our writing to begin with because of mass censorship and your favorite fic writers are being targeted for being sex offenders for engaging and creating pornographic material as planned in Project 2025, then maybe we’ll fucking get somewhere.

Let people enjoy this app while we have it, cause trust me, it won’t be long before you all have no more fic to complain about. Maybe when that happens, you can finally use your free time and whatever energy that’s left in your brain to do something useful for once.

[lalalunel]

Missing the New Year from Day One

boom, new year blurb, I did it yall pls cheer

wc: 1158

cw: fluff, reader drinks, leon drinks, everyone drinks, 2024 into 2025, no smut just kissing keep it pure for the new year

lowkey was watching squid game season 2 while writing this and got distracted sorry

enjoy?

New year’s celebrations were always fun, except for when you had to host them. Then it was a little hellish, a lot of work, and a raging headache. 

You were tasked with supplying food and drinks to an amount of people that your dad couldn’t even tell you, and god forbid you fall short of that number, and someone has to go into the new year with an empty stomach. Let’s not even talk about decorations. Putting up a bunch of streamers and 2025 banners all by yourself was a cruel joke that you didn’t want to be the butt of. And of course, the second you need your dad’s help, he’s off to get some beer for his buddies. 

The bright sides you could see to all of this was a) a large amount of alcohol of which you had access to all night with no obligations the next day (time to get white girl wasted) and b) your dad’s buddies meant Leon as well. Nothing like going into the new year with your secret boyfriend to lift your spirits.

That was all you were thinking about as you started greeting people coming in, a bright smile on your lips as you handed out little party favors and 2025 glasses and hats. Go big or go home is your motto when it comes to party planning. 

You had given up greeting people very quickly after you got swarmed and instead opted for getting yourself a strong drink. You’re in the middle of mixing your drink with a bit of punch to make it seem like it wouldn’t knock you on your ass instantly, when a hand cups your waist, a sudden sense of warmth covering the backless part of your dress. “Well aren’t you looking pretty tonight, sweetheart?” A familiar voice said low into your ear. 

Leon leaned down to press a fleeting kiss against your ear before he came into view by your side, a small smile on his face as he cracks open a beer beside you. “Your dad told me you did all this. How are you not dead on your feet?” You gave him a small shrug as you drank down half of your glass in one go. “I am, I’m just holding out until the ‘new year’ and until everyone leaves so I can go crash.” 

Leon chuckles at your answer, nudging you with his shoulder as he turns to scan the crowd. He’s subtly trying to see where your dad happens to be. “Yeah, you might be up for a while, sweetheart,” he muses, and you give a weary sigh in response and drink a little more. “I give it a solid hour and I’m going in my room. Fuck the festivities.” 

He gives a lighthearted huff and places a hand against your lower back, gently guiding you away from the drink table and instead up the stairs towards your room. “I’m sure no one will mind if you sneak off for a little break. I’ll even stand outside and guard the door for you.” You snort at that as you enter your room, Leon in tow. “I’d much rather you inside it, actually.” 

He snickers as he shuts the door behind him, setting his bottle down on your desk as he follows you to take a seat down on your bed, his arm slinging over your shoulder as you cuddle up against his side. “There’s something else I could be inside as well.” You jab his side lightly as he chuckles deeply, kissing the top of your head. 

“Dirty jokes aside,” You start, giving him a side eye. “I hate party hosting. Next time my dad asks me to host a party, I’m telling him to kick rocks.” Leon traces his fingers up and down your arm as he laughs. “I think your dad would kill you if you told him to kick rocks, sweetheart. Just tell him you want help next time. He’ll send me over and you and I can just trash the place.” You smile at the sentiment, drawing circles into his thigh absently. “I think that’s more of a reason for him to kill me and you.” 

With a lingering laugh, silence settles over the two of you, the sound of muffled music and chatter from downstairs flowing into your room in bits and pieces. It's comfortable, soothing enough to where shutting your eyes happens before you can recognize it. Guess you really were tired. You’re startled awake when you feel Leon move, and while it feels like no time has passed, some definitely has. You sit up as you blink the apparent sleep from your eyes, avoiding rubbing your eyes for fear of messing up the makeup you applied a while ago. “Did I fall asleep?” 

Leon nods, checking his watch as you wake. “Yeah. You were so peaceful I felt like I should let you sleep. It’s only been about 20 minutes.” You groan, giving in and rubbing your palms against your eyes. So much for the time spent doing that. “What time is it now?” 

“11:55,” Leon answers, and he can’t help the slight amusement he gets in seeing you stand and panic. You look a little like a racoon with your smudged makeup. “What? Ugh, I missed the whole party. It's basically the new year already!” Leon gently grabbed your wrist and tugged you back to him, pulling you to stand between his legs. “Hey, hey, easy. The party is going to be going on a lot longer than past midnight, you know that, and we still got.. 2 minutes until the new year.” 

You stare at him with a frown, trying and failing to let his comfort sink in. He reaches up to thumb at your cheek, pinching your cheek. “You really want to go into the new year all pouty over 20 minutes of sleep?” Your frown lingers for a few moments more before it softens with a sigh spilled from your lips, “No...” 

He smiles once your frown is gone, pinching your chin again. He’s caught up in staring at you like a lovesick teenage boy for a moment, until he hears a muddled cheer of 10, 9, 8 coming from downstairs. “7, 6, 5,” he continues, standing to be at your level. He takes your cheek in hand. “4, 3, 2, 1,” You continue with him as he dips his head down towards you, any and all worries about missing the party fading from your mind as the thought of kissing Leon fills its place. 

“Happy New Year.” Your words and the new year are welcomed in with his lips against yours, kissing you slow and deep and with every ounce of love in his body. He pulls away reluctantly when he remembers he needs to breathe, smiling as he places one last peck against your lips and leans his forehead against yours. “Happy New Year, sweetheart.” 

~~~

happy new year everyone, pls be safe <3