#gods and this is not even half of my issues with them

[novaursa]

To Win a Princess (the challenge)

- Summary: During Rhaenyra's wedding, Tyland and Princess Y/N issues a challenge to each-other.

- Paring: targ!reader/Tyland Lannister

- Note: This is a scraped and more explicit version of the story how Y/N and Tyland ended up thoghter.

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Story: To Win a Princess

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

Tyland Lannister blinked against the first rays of dawn streaming through his chambers, wincing as a dull ache throbbed in his temples. He was tangled in the warmth of another’s body—no, not just any body. To his alarm, he could feel the soft skin, a silken tumble of silver-gold hair spilling across his chest, and then he caught sight of a slender, pale arm draped over him, glinting with an unmistakable Targaryen shimmer.

Memories began to unravel in his mind, lurching him into wakefulness. He was in his own chambers, yes, and yet they were in utter disarray—robes cast aside in a haphazard trail from the door to the bed, a goblet tipped over on the table, and his desk, gods help him, completely upturned, scattered with ink-stained papers, toppled candle holders, and half-finished scrolls. And then, the most unsettling of all—the sleeping form beside him, none other than Princess Y/N Targaryen, the younger sister of the bride, Rhaenyra.

He shifted slightly, half-praying he might somehow slip away without disturbing her, but she stirred, murmuring softly in her sleep before stretching, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. She didn’t yet open her eyes, and he couldn’t help but stare, struck by her beauty, her cheek resting against his shoulder, her silvery lashes casting soft shadows against her skin.

The wine, he thought. The feast. The sounds of the harp and lute, the cups refilled far too many times to count. The heated exchange they’d shared across the table, her sharp wit matching his with equal fervor. There had been laughter, he remembered, laughter and something more—a daring spark he’d rarely seen in any noblewoman, let alone the daughter of King Viserys.

And then, that whispered challenge.

“You speak much of lions, Lord Tyland,” she had teased, her gaze a smoldering flame across the table. “But I wonder if the Lannister lion has any bite left in him.”

He remembered the reckless, cocky grin that had tugged at his lips. “Perhaps you’d like to find out, princess,” he’d retorted, raising his goblet to her. “Or do dragons flee from a little danger?”

She hadn’t looked away. “Only if the lion can roar loud enough to be heard in Dragonstone.”

The challenge had been thrown. He remembered her laughing, that warm sound still lingering in his ears even now. And yet, as he now lay there, staring at the ruin of his chambers, he could hardly believe they’d both followed through. That he had taken Princess Y/N Targaryen to his bed—and, judging by the mess around him, more than just the bed.

She shifted again, this time blinking up at him, her violet eyes holding no trace of regret, only a sleepy amusement. “Good morning, lion,” she murmured, lips curving into a lazy, satisfied smile. “I see you’ve awakened.”

He struggled to keep his composure. “Princess…last night…” He cleared his throat, caught off guard by the raspiness of his own voice. “I…we…” His hand moved, as if to gesture to the chaos around them, but he quickly stilled it, unsure how to proceed.

“Ah, so the lion remembers after all.” Her voice was soft, teasing, as she propped herself up on her elbow, letting the sheet slip ever so slightly, and Tyland felt his cheeks grow warm despite himself. “Do not worry, my lord. I am not here to demand apologies.”

“Forgive me, princess,” he replied, managing a shaky laugh. “But my memory is clouded by wine. I… hardly recall how I…” He hesitated, feeling an uncharacteristic uncertainty. “How I managed to charm you into…this.”

She raised a delicate brow, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Oh, did you charm me, Tyland Lannister?” She leaned closer, tracing a finger down his chest, making him shiver. “Or did I charm you?” Her words were a gentle taunt, each syllable laced with the playful challenge she had thrown at him the night before. “After all, you did insist you’d be the first lion to sire a cub on a dragon.”

He swallowed, memories flooding back—the kiss they’d shared, fierce and unrestrained, how he’d backed her against the wall, how they’d moved from one part of the room to another, all decorum and restraint shattered as they gave in to the heat between them. He remembered her laugh as he’d made that boast, his hands gripping her waist as he dared her to prove him wrong.

“You…” He looked at her, half-awed, half-confounded. “You were the one who dared me to try.”

She smiled, serene and untroubled, and nestled back against him, her fingers tracing idle circles on his chest. “Yes, and it seems you rose to the occasion rather admirably, Lord Tyland. I daresay I have no complaints.”

He bit back a groan, resting his hand over his eyes, feeling both exhilarated and horrified. “Princess Y/N, do you understand what this…what this means?”

She tilted her head, looking at him with a surprising calmness. “It means that last night, you and I both threw caution to the wind. That we were bold, foolish perhaps, but alive.” She shifted to meet his gaze, her expression suddenly serious. “Are you regretting it, Tyland?”

He blinked, genuinely uncertain. “I…do not know,” he admitted honestly, feeling an uncharacteristic vulnerability. “I only know that this is…dangerous. Foolish.”

“Then let it be our foolishness,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his shoulder. “For one night, let us forget duty and expectation. If you must, you may blame the wine.” Her eyes gleamed with amusement, and she pulled him closer, a reminder of the heat they had shared mere hours ago.

But even as she whispered these words, there was a weight to them, an understanding of what might come after this night ended. They had dared to cross a line, one that neither of them could easily step back over.

“Y/N,” he murmured, tasting the forbidden name as he held her close, his own thoughts racing with the implications. “You and I…we can’t…”

She pressed her finger against his lips, silencing him, and leaned in, her voice soft but insistent. “Last night, my lord, you promised to sire a lion on a dragon. You told me you’d be the first.” She smiled, playful yet wistful. “Perhaps you ought to live up to that promise, before you begin worrying about what happens after.”

Tyland's breath hitched as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was both soft and full of promise, rekindling the fire they had stoked just hours ago. He returned her kiss, slow at first, but soon it deepened, reigniting the passion that had burned through them the night before. Her fingers trailed along his jaw, her touch light, but it sent a shiver down his spine, as if her hands themselves carried the magic of her bloodline.

Without breaking the kiss, he shifted her onto him, feeling her soft sigh turn into a breathy moan as she settled atop him. She met his gaze with a knowing, mischievous glint, and he felt his own restraint slipping further, surrendering to the sensation of her body moving in sync with his. Each movement, each sigh, brought him back to flashes of the night before, memories he had thought hazy, but which now returned with a shocking clarity.

He recalled her laughter as he’d issued his bold challenge, remembered how she had responded, unafraid, unrestrained, meeting his hunger with her own. The wine had loosened their tongues, yes, but it was something deeper that had made him dare to speak those words aloud, to claim he would sire a lion on a dragon. And the way she looked at him now, a small, satisfied smile gracing her lips, made him feel emboldened all over again.

“Princess,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, his hands finding her waist to steady her as she moved with him. “I wonder what your father would say…if he could see us now.”

A soft laugh escaped her as she leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest as she continued to find their rhythm together, each movement drawing them closer, making him lose himself in the sensation. “And yet,” she replied, her voice soft yet teasing, “last night, propriety seemed the farthest thing from your mind, Lord Tyland.”

He grinned, an ironic twist to his lips as he looked up at her. “And what of you, Princess? I don’t recall you expressing many concerns about decency when you dared me to prove myself.” He brushed a strand of silver hair from her face, his thumb grazing her cheek as he held her gaze. “No…you looked rather…pleased with the challenge.”

She laughed, the sound rich and unrestrained, her eyes flashing with a spark of mischief. “Perhaps because I didn’t think a lion would dare. But it seems I was mistaken.” She leaned down, her lips grazing his ear. “You were rather convincing, as I recall.”

He let out a breathless chuckle, his hands gliding down her back as he pulled her closer, feeling her body press against his with an intensity that made him ache. “Convincing, was I?” he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and desire. “And yet, you were the one who returned each of my boasts, who dared me not just to whisper promises, but to follow through.”

Her smile widened as she met his gaze, her violet eyes glowing with a satisfaction that was almost predatory. “I would expect nothing less from a Lannister…or from you.”

He felt his breath catch as she moved against him, their rhythm growing stronger, a shared, primal understanding passing between them. The soft light of dawn cast her in a warm glow, and he was momentarily struck by the thought of what it would mean if someone were to discover them—if the King himself, her father, were to learn of this secret, of the passion they had shared, and the way she now held him, unafraid, unashamed.

As if sensing his thoughts, she leaned forward, her lips brushing his in a whisper. “Have you lost your courage, lion?”

A smile broke through his momentary hesitation, and he held her tighter, feeling his pulse quicken. “Courage?” he replied, a hint of challenge lacing his words. “If it’s courage you question, perhaps you need another reminder, princess.”

She laughed again, low and breathless, her movements growing more fervent as she leaned into him, her hands tangling in his hair. “Last night, you spoke of being the first to sire a lion on a dragon,” she whispered, her voice thick with amusement and desire. “If you truly believe in your own words, Tyland Lannister, then perhaps you should prove it.”

And with that, he felt whatever restraint he had left slip away. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, an unspoken rhythm that felt as natural as breathing, and he found himself lost in her—her laughter, her touch, the way she looked down at him, completely unafraid.

He captured her mouth in another kiss, fierce and consuming, and she melted against him, matching him with every ounce of fire she possessed. The world beyond his chambers faded, leaving only the two of them tangled together, sharing a passion neither of them had expected but both knew they could no longer deny.

Tyland’s hands found her hips, steadying her, guiding her movements as they both chased the growing crescendo between them. His fingers pressed firmly into her skin, keeping her pace steady, deliberate, even as his own control began to fray. He watched her face, enraptured by the way her lips parted, her breath coming in soft, shuddering gasps as they moved together.

“Is this what you expected, Princess?” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, even as he struggled to keep his composure. “I seem to remember you boasting that no lion could match a dragon’s fire.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to maintain her own air of defiance even as she shivered beneath his touch. “I remember you boasting,” she replied, breathless. “And I remember challenging you to prove it.”

He chuckled, the sound rough and dark. “And have I?”

Her response was little more than a soft gasp, and he felt his own heart quicken, a thrill rushing through him at the sight of her losing herself, of the way her regal composure slipped with each movement. He couldn’t help himself; he tightened his grip, guiding her even more firmly, pushing them both closer to that edge.

“I must say, Princess,” he continued, his tone soft and laced with a teasing lilt, “you didn’t seem to care much for decorum last night. The way you pulled me close, daring me…begging me…”

She let out a soft laugh, though it was shaky, her hands braced against his chest. “And you…you kept challenging me,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper as their movements grew more intense, their breaths mingling. “So perhaps it is you who…who ignored decorum first.”

Tyland smirked, guiding her hips faster now, feeling the tension coil tighter and tighter within him. “Is that so?” he murmured, his hands moving in a gentle rhythm, coaxing her, supporting her, bringing them both closer. “Well then, let us see if you can keep up with your own challenge, Princess.”

The last of his restraint broke as he watched her, his own breath ragged as they both surged forward, lost in each other, in the heat, in the shared fervor they had both ignited the night before. And at that moment, as she tipped over the edge, her body shivering against his, he followed her, his hands steadying her in place, holding her as they reached that dizzying high together.

When the tremors began to fade, he held her in place, his hands keeping her close. “Enjoyed yourself, did you?” he teased, voice low, rough with the satisfaction that still hummed through him. He felt a rush of triumph at the sight of her flushed cheeks, the way her breath came in soft, uneven gasps. There was something thrilling in knowing that he’d been the one to unravel her, that he’d coaxed this fierce, proud dragon to abandon herself in his arms.

She let out a breathy laugh, her face turning red as she tried to compose herself. “You are insufferable, Tyland Lannister,” she murmured, nudging him, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. But before she could pull away, he caught her hands, holding them firmly as he shifted, rolling her beneath him.

“You call me insufferable,” he replied, his voice playful as he leaned over her, his gaze intense. “And yet, you seem perfectly content to let me be.” He raised a brow, watching the way she squirmed, the way her blush deepened. “Tell me, Princess, shall we call this a one-time lapse in judgment…or are you willing to embrace the risk once more?”

Her gaze met his, and for a moment, her expression softened, though her lips curved in a slight smirk. “And if I told you that dragons rarely hesitate once they set their minds to something?”

He felt his own lips curve into a grin. “Then I suppose I’d be a fool to refuse,” he replied, his fingers tracing gentle lines along her arms, down to her wrists, where he held her pinned beneath him. “But perhaps we should lay some ground rules, lest we find ourselves in far more dangerous waters.”

She laughed, the sound low, her eyes dancing with mischief. “The lion speaks of rules? How very uncharacteristic.”

He chuckled, his fingers tightening around her wrists. “Perhaps I am willing to bend a few rules, for you.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper as he continued, “But I believe we’d do well to keep this… discreet.”

Her expression grew thoughtful, but she nodded. “Discreet it shall be. A secret shared between a lion and a dragon.” Her gaze held his, unyielding, challenging. “Do you think you’re up to it, Tyland?”

He smirked, a glint of challenge lighting his own eyes. “For you, Princess, I’d manage anything.” He leaned down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss, sealing the pact they’d made—one that was equal parts dangerous and exhilarating, one that left him already anticipating the next time they’d indulge in their newfound passion.

Tyland Lannister entered the council chamber that morning with a determined expression, though each step felt like it reverberated painfully through his skull. The remnants of last night’s wine still clung to him, dulling his senses and fraying his patience. He could feel the weight of his hangover pressing down, a constant reminder of the night’s indulgences—and of the passionate encounter that had left his chambers in utter disarray.

As he took his seat, Tyland’s gaze swept across the room, trying not to linger too long on any one face, particularly the King’s. Yet, it seemed impossible not to feel Viserys’ presence at the head of the table, his tone calm but stern as he exchanged quiet words with Lord Otto Hightower. Tyland’s heart quickened at the thought of last night’s secret, now sitting like a burning ember between him and the King, hidden in plain sight.

Clearing his throat, he gave a polite nod to Corlys Velaryon, who had raised an eyebrow as if to acknowledge Tyland’s slightly disheveled appearance. The Sea Snake’s lips curled ever so slightly, but he said nothing—though Tyland suspected the man knew well enough the look of a nobleman recovering from a night of too much drink and too little sleep.

Lord Beesbury, too, glanced over his spectacles at him, his usual air of disapproval enhanced by Tyland’s faintly bleary expression. But Tyland held his composure, doing his best to sit upright and appear attentive. He could not afford to let his mind wander, not now, not with the King seated just a few feet away, nor with Otto Hightower, who never missed an opportunity to scrutinize those around him.

“Lord Tyland,” King Viserys greeted with his usual warmth, his gaze flicking across him. Tyland caught himself before he hesitated, bowing his head respectfully, though he dared not meet Viserys’ eyes for more than a fleeting second.

“Your Grace,” he replied smoothly, willing his voice to sound calm and unaffected.

“Late night, was it?” Viserys remarked, his tone casual but with a trace of humor that made Tyland’s stomach tighten. He wasn’t sure if it was a simple observation or if there was a hint of something more knowing beneath it.

“A lively celebration in honor of the Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor’s union,” Tyland replied, hoping the vagueness would satisfy. “I merely toasted them a few times too many, it seems.” He managed a brief, polite smile, though inside he cursed himself, wondering if he’d given away too much with his reluctance to meet the King’s gaze.

But Viserys only chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. “A celebration well worth the cheer, I’d say. I’d wager many among us find the morning…rather unforgiving.”

Tyland inclined his head, relieved that Viserys seemed content with the explanation. Yet, he felt the weight of guilt lurking beneath the surface, and his mind betrayed him with flashes of the night before—the Princess’s soft laughter, the way her silver hair had spilled across his pillow, the whispered words and teasing challenge she had issued as dawn approached.

“Now, to matters at hand,” Otto Hightower interjected, his sharp tone slicing through the council’s murmurs. Tyland’s attention shifted as the Hand of the King began discussing the Crown’s latest efforts to fortify the borders of the Stormlands, an ongoing tension with the Dornish raiders that had plagued the realm.

Tyland listened, nodding at appropriate intervals, though he could feel his focus waning. He dared not let his gaze drift too far to the King, nor too long on the table, lest his mind betray him once again with thoughts of Princess Y/N. He forced himself to concentrate on the words, on the business of governance, the details that the council pored over day after day.

“…and we need the assurance of the Crown’s funds to proceed with these reinforcements,” Corlys said, his voice breaking through Tyland’s thoughts. The Sea Snake looked pointedly at Tyland. “Lord Tyland, as Master of Ships, I trust you would lend your expertise on the matter?”

Tyland blinked, caught slightly off-guard, though he quickly gathered himself. “Of course, Lord Corlys. With the Crown’s support, we could reinforce our coastal defenses and ensure greater patrols in those waters. The Dornish raids will find fewer opportunities to threaten our shores.” He inclined his head, grateful his voice remained steady, and did his best to contribute meaningful suggestions, guiding the council’s attention to details that avoided his direct involvement.

“Well said,” Viserys interjected, nodding approvingly. Tyland forced himself to meet the King’s gaze for a brief, respectful moment before looking away, unable to shake the thought of Viserys’ reaction if he knew the true nature of his councilman’s night. He wondered how the King would respond if he learned that his youngest daughter had been in Tyland’s arms, or that it was his councilman who had coaxed a royal dragon to his bed in the throes of a reckless passion.

As the council continued, Tyland’s attention was broken again by a soft cough from Mellos, the Grand Maester, who had been watching him with mild curiosity. “You seem distracted this morning, Lord Tyland,” Mellos said, his tone polite but pointed.

Tyland felt his cheeks warm, though he forced himself to smile. “Merely lost in thought, Grand Maester,” he replied smoothly. “It was, as I said, a lively night.”

“Hmm,” Mellos murmured, though he seemed unconvinced. “The affairs of state require clear minds, Lord Tyland. I hope you are able to regain yours by day’s end.”

Otto glanced at Tyland with faint disapproval, but Viserys interjected before any further comments could be made. “Enough of that, Mellos. We’ve all celebrated hard in honor of my daughter. I’d rather see my council in good spirits than as stern-faced monks.” He chuckled, and the room joined in politely, though Tyland felt another wave of relief.

As the council moved on to other matters, Tyland struggled to keep his attention focused, grateful each time another councilor spoke, sparing him from the necessity of doing so. But his mind kept drifting back to the night he had shared with the Princess, and with each flash of memory, his heart raced. He knew that it was reckless to even consider it, but he could not deny the thrill that came with that memory, nor the strange, intoxicating pull that had drawn him to her.

At last, as the meeting began to draw to a close, Tyland dared a glance at Viserys, only to find the King’s gaze already on him, thoughtful, perhaps even amused. A pang of anxiety hit him, and he wondered, just for a moment, if the King suspected something, if he had noticed some change in his daughter’s behavior, some lingering trace of Tyland’s influence.

“Lord Tyland,” Viserys called, breaking his thoughts. “Would you stay a moment? There’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you privately.”

Tyland’s heart stammered, and he managed only a small nod, watching as the other councilors exchanged looks before gathering their things and filing out. When the doors finally closed, Viserys leaned back, his expression unreadable.

“Lord Tyland, you’ve served my family loyally,” Viserys began, his voice steady, his gaze direct. “And I trust you understand the responsibilities that come with your position.”

Tyland swallowed, forcing himself to hold the King’s gaze. “I do, Your Grace,” he replied, keeping his voice respectful, calm. “I would never betray that trust.”

Viserys nodded, studying him carefully, then, after a long pause, his expression softened slightly, a hint of that fatherly warmth returning. “I am glad to hear it,” he said simply. “Then let us ensure it remains so.” The King gave him a nod, though his gaze held a weight that Tyland did not miss, a subtle but unmistakable reminder of the expectations placed upon him.

As Tyland finally left the chamber, he took a steadying breath, determined to uphold his composure—and yet, beneath it all, a thrill of anticipation stirred within him, a reckless, whispered thought of the secret he now shared with the dragon he had dared to chase.

[asgardian--angels]

I’m a biology student and fuck. Just fuck. Every post I see talks about the world ending and all life coming to an end. I know that’s not the case (I hope) but just…god. Kamala was gonna be shit with the environment but trump seems keen on speed running the time we have to put a dent in this. How do you stay hopeful? What do we have to hope for?

Hi there fellow biologist :)

First let me just say, Kamala Harris most certainly would not have been shit with the environment. She would have done quite a lot to work on climate change (she has not emphasized this at rallies because it was not a priority issue with voters, but her policies were there, and democrats consistently are progressive on environmental policy enough to make corporations angry), and Biden during his presidency has accomplished a heck of a lot to undo Trump's previous weakening of federal environmental protections and strengthen them further. My hope is that they together will continue to try and pass what they can in their remaining months. I hope in my previous posts I was not coming off as too cynical - I'm scared, as we all are, but I have great faith in the passionate and hardworking scientists in this field who have dedicated their entire lives to tirelessly protecting our planet, at all scales. We just need more of them, and that's where you come in.

How do I stay hopeful? Because of people like you, students in the biological sciences who feel strongly enough to take this career path. The next generation of environmental stewards, in a time where scientists are exponentially more knowledgeable about threats to the environment and solutions to them than ever before. Especially now, these fields are shifting from old white guys (no shade to [most of] them) to young women, people of color, and queer people in STEM, who are eager to bring new perspectives and approaches to the field that I think will bolster our resolve and increase our success.

Despite the doom and gloom, we also have made incredible strides forward to improve clean air and water, restore habitat (particularly wetlands, reversing decades-long trends of waterbird declines, as well as reversing raptor declines), ban DDT, track species declines through long-term monitoring by generations of dedicated scientists, train more effective science communicators to engage people of all ages, especially children, with the natural world to forge crucial emotional connections needed to recruit them to conservation causes, and so much more. Here's a big one - MOTUS, the system we now use to track migrating birds on their worldwide journeys, developed just in the past couple decades. Because of it, we now know in incredible detail where individual birds and populations overwinter, the routes they take, and the threats they face at different times of year - thereby being able to much more effectively target our conservation efforts. Shifting baselines work in both directions; it's easy to forget within a generation or two how much we've lost (atlantic cod used to be so abundant they jumped into fishermen's boats, passenger pigeon flocks darkened the skies for hours), but it's also easy for young people to not know how much we've gained - bald eagles used to be so rare it was a spectacle to see one, the rivers just half a century ago would literally catch on fire from the levels of pollutants, and acid rain - remember acid rain? we fixed that!) In my field specifically, we've been rediscovering once-thought-extinct bee species left and right in the past few years, because dedicated young bee researchers have put in renewed effort to search for them when no one else did. Now we know where they are and how to protect them, and some of them aren't even considered rare anymore!

You more likely than not have a professor for some class who's pushing 80. That's because in this field, we never quit. Protecting the environment is our passion, our lives, our heart and soul. It's our calling, and we couldn't think of doing anything more important with the time we have on this earth. Every stride forward we've made only happened because individual scientists, regular people, cared enough to fight for what they believed in. Often it's a slow process, and often we don't truly grasp the scope of what our own work will lead to in the grand scheme of making change. But every species out there that's still persisting is because someone loves it a whole lot. Maybe a lot of people love elephants or big cats, while just one single person loves terrestrial leeches. But heck, it only takes one person to completely change the trajectory of a species and bring widespread public attention to it! I love telling people about bee species they've never heard of, that exist right in their own state. They might go home, google it, and keep an eye out for it next time, or better, plant the flowers it specializes on. I put a call out on iNaturalist for users in my state to search wetlands for a rare wetland bee with only a couple of records in the state - within a couple months, half a dozen more sightings popped up. Just like that. The bee was considered rare, but no one was looking. They had no idea there was anything to look for. Now? Not so rare, maybe - a good sign!

I stay hopeful because I know that the planet needs us, and we need the planet. The people who love nature will never stop fighting to protect it, and every single action does make a difference, whether we know it or not. I could ask myself why I give talks at public libraries where my audience is 10 people at best, even when the drive is 6+ hours. Because one, just one, of those people might be inspired or moved by my words, and choose to take action. For all I know, I've started a domino effect that will cascade into something huge. I worked with and briefly mentored an undergraduate student in bee science a few years ago - he's since gone on to work on a huge project to digitize bee specimens locked away in dusty drawers for decades, bringing to light dozens of species for which we previously had little to no information or images, improving the resources available to other researchers to identify their specimens and thus be able to monitor these rare, specialized desert bees. You can't know the impact you'll have. You just have to do the work, and always give all you can, and love doing it.

Some might think it's too little too late - but that's relative. There's no such thing as the apocalypse. Nature continues on, in whatever form it needs to. In a way, we've decided what our benchmark is; prevent the loss of biodiversity, preserve ecosystem services. But the natural world has already changed, since the moment any human stepped foot onto a new continent or island and brought plants and animals with them. We put value on species, on ecosystems, because we love them. We think they are beautiful, that they have intrinsic or extrinsic value, and that they deserve a continued place in this world. We have lost species, and we will lose a lot more. But isn't preventing even one extinction worth it? We fight tirelessly to manage the spread of invasive species, to restore even little patches of urban habitat, when someone could look at those and say, 'what's that point? that won't make any difference.' But tell that to the species that live there. The planet keeps running because of small, local changes carried out by thousands of people, and a handful of big changes (like policy) undertaken by a few ballsy folks. Neither would work without the other. Every time I get my hands in the dirt and plant a new species in my pollinator garden, it gives me hope. I'm investing in the future. By being here, studying biology, you are too. It all gives me hope.

[sonofhelios2005]

Dead Boy Detectives AU, Cambion Charles. In this AU, Charles is half demon. Charles demonic parent is one of the demons who embody or are associated with Wrath, such as Andras, Aamon, and Aeshma, one of these possessed Charles dad before his birth. As to why a demon would sire a Cambion? Having a loyal demonic being on Earth to cause chaos and pain in their name, help condemn humans to hell and generally be an inconvenience.

As no two demons look similar, no two Cambion are identical. Some look entirely human whilst others are monstrous. Some are powerful magic users like Merlin, and others are predators who prey on humanity. Cambion are generally evil thanks to their demonic heritage, but certain Cambion can fight this part of themselves and are as normal as any human.

Charles is lucky for a Cambion as he was born looking entirely human however as he got older he discovered the more demonic part of himself, by his teenage years he was able to turn into a monstrous demonic form at will, although he never does this willingly unless he loses control of his emotions. He keeps a strong grip on any negative emotions as his demonic half is very prone towards violence, and because of this, he strives to be happy. Even when he looks human, certain things can give Charles away as inhuman. He is uncomfortable around religious iconography, and they will respond to his presence. His reflection can some show his inhuman side. Psychics are very sensitive to his presence.

Charles is incredibly strong and resilient and has nearly limitless endurance. He can wield fire and teleport in a flash of hell fire. Charles can grow stronger by feeding on negative, violent emotions, and if he wants, can sense an influence them to be on humans. He is immortal, and even if he's killed, he will simply end up in hell. He takes on his demonic form in hell. He is very capable of demonic magic but doesn't really have the patients for it besides the occasional spell and rune. He doesn't sleep and is unable to dream. He possesses the standard demonic weaknesses. However, he can't be exorcised, although they cause him immense pain.

Charles dad figured out something was wrong with Charles when he was a child thanks to some unnatural incidents, thinking him a monster he hurts him with crosses and by reciting passages from the bible, on some awful occasions he whipped Charles with cold iron. Over the years, Charles grew resistant to this, and after he throws his dad across a room, he is sent away to St. Hilarion's. At St. Hilarion Charles is able to make friends and have a somewhat normal time without anyone suspecting anything about him. Despite this, he still feels alone.

Charles doesn't sleep. However, he can astral project which he does sometimes and explorers as a spirit. During one of these times, his spirit is grabbed and taken to hell by his demonic parent, who Charles has only met on a few rare occasions. Whilst in hell Charles is forced to participate in the torment of souls in the Circle of Wrath, time passes differently in hell so while Charles body is seemingly comatose for a month on Earth he spent a decade in hell. After 10 years, Charles meets another boy, Edwin. Edwin is trying to escape, and after they both explain their situations, they agree to help each other. Charles holds off the demon spider whilst Edwin escapes. On Earth, Edwin is able to wake Charles and bring his spirit back to his body.

On Earth, Edwin to Charles delight is entirely unconcerned by Charles being a Cambion, allowing Charles to be himself for the first time. Edwin is not a normal ghost his soul forged in hell by decades of torment is incredibly strong and can use magic on a scale beyond any other ghost. He can draw power from hell and, if essential, a Ghost Sorcerer. Charles and Edwin began exploring the supernatural world together and soon became detectives who specialised in hell related issues.

My god, I can ramble about stuff. This won't be a story it's just my mad rambling that has gotten seriously out of hand.

[lovestuckstarz]

ROUND TWO!

Inkberry-

I have. Mixed feelings. BLAME UNDERVERSE LOL!

I don't hate it but I don't 100% like it but before I watched underverse i always found it quite cute.

I like thinking that Blue HAS to have plans to function, if his mental calendar is slightly knocked off he gets a tad stressed unless its 100% knocked off then he's a mess and well Ink and that is not a good mix. I feel as if Ink would forget plans, dates, what have you causing Blue a lot of distress because how unpredictable Ink is, he can't clock it. BUT! I feel like thats a good thing.

As going through therapy, I have learned its always nice to have someone who isn't 100% like you and can challenge you as shockingly you'll realize you have issues you don't even know. This being Blue's ability to 100% relax. I feel like he could help Ink remember more so which is why I draw him with reminders on his fingers if I remember (welcome back jade harley!) and why I feel like Blue wouldn't get upset but roll his eyes and just message Ink and give him a playful nudge.

If anything I see them more as really good friends but if they were to date I think it could be interesting as Ink drinks paint as he isn't 100% confident on how he feels (plus the husk thing) and I think he'd only take small amounts if this were to happen as I see Blue as someone who is very confident in what he wants and how he feels (unless someone he looks up to is like LOL then hes like ohstarsohfuck).

Not really much to say even though I have a lot to say LOL

Errorberry-

GOD ONE OF MY FIRST EVER SHIPS SO BUCKLE UP!

Off the bat, I do not like the notion Blue falls first especially when Error kidnapped him but trust me this makes it so much better.

I like to think Error listened to Anons and let Blue leave before Blueberror occurred. I also like the idea that he teamed up with Core Frisk to restore his AU (possible or not IDC) with the help of Chara's soul but everyone remembers everything, its not like a real reset.

That being said, when they get to the surface I like the idea that Blue kept his word and after tons of convincing to Stretch, lets Error stay in Underswap. I like to think that Error at first said no, that its an abomination of a universe why would he do that to himself but after an outing with Blue on the Surface realized something. He has never been to the surface. I like the thought that he hasn't been and refused to go when he so easily could. So seeing the surface, everything it has to go for that this being so different than just a AU but a new start for all of them he is like screw it. (Also probably saw the soap opera channel).

With this, I feel like Error would learn how to knit (REAL ERROR TRUTHERS KNOW HE CROCHETS) because thats what Blue likes to do and they'd learn to how to do their one anothers crafts. Blue making Error his Lucidia scarf and Error making Blue a new bandana. I also feel like since Blue is a star sans Error would feel more inclined to keep a truce with Ink.

I just think theyre neat LOL

my brain got exploded half way but trust me i could build and make so much headcanons with ppl bouncing off one another LOL

I wanna be interactive with you guys bc im bored soooo

BESIDES KILLERBRRY BC I ALREADY SAID MY PIECE:

give me a Swap ship and I'll explain why I like it and different HCs!

[ineffablecolors]

hey just wondering why you think Roy reuniting w Keeley post s3 would’ve been bad for him? I sort of agree but also don’t want to bash keeley in anyway so I haven’t talked about it

Heya! Thanks for the ask and sorry you feel like you can't discuss something though I do understand why. I'll preface this by repeating something I've said before - canon did such a horrible job of holding Keeley accountable for anything and wrote her as if she could do no wrong and fandom seems to have picked that up and totally ran with it.

I do love that when reading RoyJamie fanfic, I never see Keeley bashing, as you call it, because vilifying female chatacters is such common practice in fandoms. But Ted Lasso fandom seems to swing to the other extreme where I've never even read a fic where Keeley apologises for something? And you can't even quite blame the fans, they just picked what canon put down - Keeley can do no wrong.

So, first of all, I think simply judging Keeley's actions is not bashing at all, it's just treating her the way every character BUT her is treated in both fandom and show. I think Keeley, like almost every other character, has made plenty of bad decisions and mistakes and, personally, how I react to them is a mix of how well I can relate to her and something else. Jack, for example, was a very professionally questionable decision but I completely sympathise with Keeley for it because 1) she faced consequences for her mistake even if it's never acknowledged that she made one and 2) I can relate to it! Hiring Shandy on the other hand was such a monumentally stupid decision that I could never relate to, so it just makes me annoyed with Keeley and the fact that the show treated it as her just being too sweet and wanting to give another horribly unqualified woman a chance rather than as a point towards her lack of professional skills.

Anyway!! The something else is important for my answer. As much as I love discussing my favourite shows and try to be objective, I very rarely am. Once I pick a favourite character, my opinion of almost every other character is informed by how they treat my favouriteTM. Is that fair? No. Do I do it without fail? Yes. Do I feel bad for it? Umm, no, that's my baby, nobody is allowed to be mean to them xD

And this is how we get to the Roy Kent of it all (finally! christ, this is gonna be long, sorry but also thanks!). Roy's my favourite, my baby, my grumpy, old, emotionally constipated and physically aching romantic. Roy can and has done wrong, I'd never claim otherwise. But I'd still claim he's the best chatacter and one of the best people on the show. And he's always gonna put himself last on his list of priorities.

Which is why I fully admit that I judge Keeley extra harshly when it comes to her and Roy. For brief context - I totally shipped Roy and Keeley and think they were good for each other, for the most part, in s1, I was ecstatic they were together in s2 and still shipped them like hell on my first watch (which was binged with s1!) and less and less on every consequent rewatch, part of me still wanted them to be together and then to get back together in s3 until I actually watched it all and completely changed my mind.

Shall I finally answer your question? I don't think Roy should reunite with Keeley because he gives too much of himself and she gives too little. I don't believe they are well balanced and I dont believe he'd feel loved with her again.

That WAS brief! But if you'd like more detail...

I think as sweet and good-hearted as she's portraited, Keeley is inherently a selfish person. Now, we circle back to bashing and judging. I'm doing neither. I'm myself a selfish person in many ways, that's not the worst thing to be in some regards. But I think Keeley is especially selfish in her romantic relationships and that simply does not suit someone like Roy. When paired with a selfish partner, Roy would just give and give and blame himself for not getting as much back.

I'm not saying there haven't been some great moments between Roy and Keeley, full of affection and care from Keeley, such as the scene at the end of s1. That's probably my favourite moment of theirs. But there have been some pretty shit ones too that for me outweigh the good and, more importantly, came once they settle into the relationship.

As early as their first kiss, Keeley got so annoyed and impatient, she immediately slept with Jamie. I know the show took it as an opportunity to have a kinda feminist moment but can you picture that turned around? Roy and Keeley kiss after tons of flirting and build up, and the day after Roy sleeps with a girl Keeley has a proper (however childish) feud with just cuz she told him she was busy that night. That would've never been fine. Again, I'm not saying it's wrong, I'm saying it's the response of a person who only cares about what they want and doesn't plan for the future.

Then, we have the infamous "Roy is a fridge magnet" episode which I still can't wrap my mind around so gimme a sec here. Your boyfriend is too into you, is perfect (by Keeley's own words) but not giving you the space you haven't asked for. So, instead of talking to him - don't even get me started on people writing Keeley as a character who's good as communicating - girl, where?? - you talk about it to his boss, a bunch of his coworkers and your ex who has an antagonistic relationship with him, and eventually as you're spending time together and he's trying to share one of his interests with you, you start screaming bloody murder at him about how clingy he is. Do I have that all correct? All of this would have been forgivable ofc, miscommunication happens, people aren't perfect, etc, etc, expect... forgiveness was asked by the wrong person. What on earth did Roy have to apologise for? This is the #1 example for me of that show trying so hard to make Keeley a perfect sunshine girl boss that they made 0 narrative or even logical sense. Honestly I hate that whole episode with a fiery passion.

Then we have the funeral shenanigans, which I won't even get into because I think Roy was 100% hilarious in that and Keeley was 100% overreacting (and yes, that's a heavy term to use towards a woman but here's the thing... she was). I guess this would be a good place to talk about their ILYs as well. Roy's ILYs always come with an acknowledgement of Keeley's feelings and his own fault for hurting them in anyway. Keeley's first ILY though has absolutely nothing to do with Roy. She's happy about her own success and he's celebrating her. That's it. That's the first time we see her say I love you. Don't get me wrong, I don't think Roy's aren't better but I think that just proves why he couldn't be happy with Keeley. Every time he's said ILY, it's been tinged with sadness and guilt and self-incrimination. Why would I want him to be with someone who constantly inspires those feelings in him?

This is now definitely too long so I'll try to wrap up with s3 very quickly and mainly the fact that the episode Keeley is drinking alone in the pub is one of the only ones where Keeley faces consequence for her actions (in this case, sleeping with her boss - again, not something I blame or begrudge her for but also something she should've probably considered can get her funding pulled when it ends, see: never thinking about the future (and why I don't see Keeley being successful without people like Barbara or Rebecca but thats a different topic)). Keeley responds to being made to face the music by using Roy to make herself feel better. I'm sorry but there's no other interpretation of their hook up for me. He's just read her a very heartfelt apology, ending with another guilt ridden ILY and then he was leaving. Except she chased him down, not to say it back ofc, but to use him for sex.

Thanks, I hate it.

At the end of the day, it all comes down to the fact that I think Roy was right to break up with Keeley. Not because she's not a great catch and not because there was anything wrong with her being successful or needing time for herself but because they're not right for each other. Roy is too selfless and ready to blame himself for everything and Keeley is too focused on herself and ready to take advantage of that.

Roy is the kind of romantic that would tell his cabbie to date his wife and compose a playlist for the girlfriend who treated him horribly yesterday. He's the kind of guy that's had to bottle up all his emotions forever and never talks about himself with people and has had his fucking watch stolen by his fucking hook ups. He deserves someone *cough*Jamie*cough* who is absolutely obsessed with him! Who will appreciate the things he does for them and the time he spends with them rather than take them for granted at best and be annoyed at worst. Who will make him feel like he's been struck by lightning! He deserve someone who cares about his feeling and frankly, in season 3 at least, I don't think that's Keeley or should be again.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Crush Gossip

*slides in with a grin* I am here and we are here for a special installment. @spotaus get in here friend!

Blue centered drabble :D

Just as promised :3

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Blue moves the cleaned plates towards the cabinet before returning to the sink. He puts the whiskey glasses in and starts washing them carefully. He really enjoyed the night and their little gyftmas celebration.

Even if some aspects could have gone better. Or not happened at all.

Blue loves Dream. He really loves his best friend. But Dream needs to stop trying to help him by getting Ink to notice him.

It is fine.

A yawn and Blue doesn’t look away from the water “You are up early.”

His brother yawns as he joins his side “You are up early.” He sounds grumpy “You are already finished cleaning?”

Blue nods as he takes care to wash the smaller glasses “Of course. I know how to handle my liquor.” And he shoots Stretch a grin before frowning “Don’t you want to sleep in? Alphys will oversleep today so not notice you skipping work for a bit and Chara isn’t meant to arrive until a few days.”

Stretch huffs unhappily “Yeah yeah I know.” he yawns again as he leans against the counter as he ignores what Blue said to ask his own question “Dream and Ink out already?”

Blue shrugs “Yeah. Dream had to go again or Core would locate him again… and Ink… Well I am pretty sure Ink left midway through the party.” Blue saw how ink had checked his phone before quickly tugging his phone away and packing his things and leaving.

It stung a little.

Stretch nods as he takes the towel before waiting for Blue to finish the first glass so he can dry “It was nice to have them over.”

Blue laughs and nods “It was great!” he smiles.

Stretch chuckles before toying with the first glass “sorry it didn’t… work with Ink.”

Blue pauses before shrugging “It is fine. It isn’t like it is a surprise.” Blue had already known there was no interest anyway.

Stretch frowns at him “Blue… I know you… I know you were excited to have Ink over. You are allowed to feel disappointed.”

Blue sighs as he gives the next glass over “It isn’t a big deal” he rushes to wash the other glasses.

Stretch frowns at him “I disagree… Blue you-”

Blue pushes the last glass into his hands “There! All clean! If you can finish that up I will go to quickly fix our puzzles!”

Stretch doesn’t make a move to dry the glasses “You just said Alphys will sleep in anyway and not notice.”

Blue nods as he puffs his chest “Doesn’t mean I have to skip too! You enjoy your morning! Make sure to drink a lot of water and you know where the medicine is and-” and Blue gets stopped by magic by the front door.

Damnit he is blue now.

Stretch speaks calmly “Blue. I want to talk about this. Now.”

Blue sighs but doesn’t fight the magic and let it guide him to the couch. Stretch puts the glasse son the drying rack and joins him.

Stretch leans back against the couch “So… the mistletoe… Did Dream tell you he was planning that?”

Blue groans and shakes his skull “No… I didn’t even realise Dream added that with decorating… I found out when he pushed us under it and pointed it out.” he rubs his cheek “If I had known I would have removed it.”

Stretch nods as he leans back “Why? I thought you like Ink?”

Blue sighs as he waves his hands “I do! But it is more complicated than it just being a matter of me liking him!”

Stretch nods along and waits as he looks at him expectingly.

Blue stares at him before crossing his arms “Ink blocked my number… I don’t know why.”

Stretch looks shocked “But I thought you two were friends?”

Blue rolls up more “We are… I don’t understand why… I wasn’t even asking anything out of the ordinary or weird. Just asked him how he was doing and if he wanted to hang out with Dream and me… When I didn’t get a reply for a few hours I send him another message to ask if he was busy. Only to get an automated message back stating the number I was trying to reach had me blocked.” It was a thing they all agreed on with the multiverse phones. That if you blocked someone they should be able to know. Mostly because if it is an emergency so you don’t waste your time with messaging someone who won’t ever see your messages.

Stretch frowns “Yet… he came to the party?”

Blue shrugs “Just because Dream asked…” Dream had asked for Blue but Blue wouldn’t be surprised if Ink just wanted to come because of Dream. Blue can’t really blame him for that either. Dream is a god like Ink. And Blue is… well very mortal.

Stretch leans back “huh… strange.”

Blue sighs “Not that strange. Dream can be very convincing when he wants to be.” Which is putting it mildly.

Stretch laughs and nods “I noticed… No the strange thing is that if Ink really didn’t want to be near you he wouldn’t have gone to a private Gyftmas party in your universe.” Stretch raises a brow “Sure he has a bad memory but he should know that at least.”

Blue frowns and shrugs “I guess… I just think he wanted to be near Dream.” Which he honestly isn’t mad about. Disappointed maybe but not mad. It isn’t like it is Dream’s fault and Dream is really trying to get Ink and him to hang out. It isn’t Dream’s fault if Ink prefers to be near him over Blue.

Stretch hums “I guess.” He shoots him a curious look “Why do you even like him?”

Blue groans as he searches for the words “It is hard to explain? I don’t even know when I started to feel like this. At first I just admired him I guess? He was a protector. Of the multiverse at that. It was just… He was what I wanted to be. Someone who did good and protect people. And then I learned he didn’t just protect others but also made more worlds? He was just… He was just the coolest person and I admired him and then I got the chance to travel with him and Dream and I just… those feelings got so much more when I got to know him.”

Stretch snorts “How? He almost destroyed our world… Why like him still?”

Blue frowns as he rubs his arm “I guess… I guess it made him look like just any other person… someone who can make mistakes. He felt more real to me after that. It also helps he helped clean up that mess and made sure our world came back the way it was meant to be.” Blue sighs as he rubs his hands “Him and Dream… After you they were the only ones who believed I could do this thing. That I could protect people and everything.” Blue doesn’t know when exactly he started to feel what he feels for Ink.

Stretch hums before groaning “It is just… You are so out of his league!”

Blue blinks and stares at Stretch “What do you mean? He is a god! I am me.”

Stretch nods “Exactly! He needed all those godly powers and stuff to do what he does. You don’t. You are amazing all on your own Blue. You always believe the best in people and believe everyone deserves another chance. You are willing to look past mistakes, the situation with Ink even proves that. You are always willing to help others. You don’t believe in killing anyone but will protect those who need it. Blue you are an amazing person. And I just can’t see how you could like Ink and why you are afraid you aren’t good enough for him.”

Blue feels so embarrassed. It isn’t as if Stretch never compliments him. Hell he always says he is the most amazing every other day. But that felt more like… brothers just being supportive. This feels like more. Maybe just because it is about Ink?

Blue mutters “It doesn’t matter… He hasn’t wanted to hang out with me alone for ages now…” he sighs as he crosses his arms and lays them on his legs to try and relax.

Stretch frowns as he thinks “Maybe he… remembered what he did and feels guilty?”

Blue huffs as he looks to the side “He would have to choice to feel that. He needs his paints to feel… Look I knew from the start this crush was hopeless okay?” he hugs his legs closer “And it isn’t his fault he can’t feel like normal monsters can… or that he lacks a soul… I don’t blame him for any of that. That would be stupid. I know he has no interest in me like that…” it is why Blue feels so bad about Dream trying to help set them up.

Blue laughs as he rubs his socket as he feels the itch “If he likes anyone it would be Dream as Dream used to be able to make him feel things at least a little… Now however? I don’t know.” he lays his cheek on his leg.

Stretch frowns before nudging their shoulders together “Well… We can’t know either way. They are gods. Hell if we know what their reasoning is.” He smiles “Maybe he is just busy or distracted? And he accidentally blocked your number?”

Blue shrugs but lets himself lean against his taller younger brother “I guess.”

Stretch hums as he leans his skull on top of his “My point still stands. You are allowed to be disappointed.”

Blue shrinks in on himself “It is just stupid. I knew it was never going to work… Even if he felt anything for me it wouldn’t work as he is a god and I am not.” And he doesn’t want to be an outcode. He can’t give up his world and brother. He already almost lost both once before and he can’t deal with that. “It is just…” he feels sad “I just thought maybe he wanted to send some time with me… that we could just enjoy some time together as friends. But I guess even that isn’t that important to him anymore. Maybe it never was.”

Stretch leans heavily on top of him “You don’t know what he is thinking Blue. Maybe he really is just very busy with god stuff. Don’t you always say that you can’t assume what other people are thinking?”

Blue feels embarrassed but nods “I do… It is just… hard sometimes…” It just makes him feel worse for not being able to follow his own advice.

Stretch hums “Why not tell Dream? That you appreciate his help but know it isn’t going anywhere?”

Blue sighs and mutters “Because I did but Dream doesn’t believe in anything being impossible.” Stupid gods and their meddling.

Stretch laughs “I can imagine. Why not tell him it bothers bothers you?”

Blue shrugs and mutters “I don’t want to worry him. He is already dealing with a lot and well… It isn’t like a stupid hopeless crush is that bad of a situation…”

Stretch hums “I guess…” He thinks for a moment before grinning “Wanne see if we can meet up with the others? Just the six of us to explore some unsuspecting universe?”

Blue blinks and grins at Stretch “Seriously?”

Stretch grins and shrugs “Paps and I haven’t bothered Edge into relaxing for a while. It will be good for that stick in the mud.” He grins.

Blue blinks before nodding “Yes.”

Stretch grins as he pulls out his phone and starts texting “You get dressed. I will start up the machine.” And he blinks out of view.

Blue goes to his room and gets dressed. His hands pausing on which bandana to wear. His hand hovers over the grey one with beautiful blue details. He had gotten that in a present the year before and Blue never figured out who gave it to him. He had hoped that… well it doesn’t matter now. Blue quickly grabs his normal blue bandana and rushes down to meet up with his brother.

Stretch grins as he holds up his phone “I got confirmation from everyone that everyone is down. Sans is setting up the coordinates for us already and Edge is bringing snacks.”

Blue smiles as he wiggles in place. It will be nice to just enjoy some time with his dear friends. Just to take his mind of his hopeless love life.

Hell maybe he, Edge and Paps can go clubbing! That has been a while and will be nice to relax and let go a bit.

The machine starts up and a beautiful green portal opens. Stretch and him step through to enjoy a day out.

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[fanatics4l]

that entire scene of billy being taken can literally be interpreted as a metaphorical rape scene. he's dragged downstairs by his ankles to an abandoned basement in the middle of nowhere while he's thrashing and screaming for help. the mindflayer holds him down and enters his mouth while he continues to struggle. when he's free, he runs away to his car and drives off to the nearest phone booth because he's terrified that it's following him.

he doesn't know what to tell the 911 operator, would they believe him? it all seemed very unrealistic. he has flashbacks and starts dissociating, replaying the scene in his mind, specifically the scene when it enters his mouth. and then he's faced with himself. the other billy represents the side of him that feeds his degrading emotions.

this is literally a metaphorical rape scene i don't know what to tell y'all. the way will's kidnapping can also be interpreted as a child predator holding a child hostage and violating him. joyce's initial thoughts must've been that her son was kidnapped by a sick person. and the fact that they found will unconscious with something forced in his mouth?? metaphorical assault scene.

and billy's shower scene? the black veins represent the phantom touches and pain left behind by his rapist. he's showering because he wants it off him but it's not going away. he's starting to dissociate and the memories are hitting him full force again.

do the duffers realize this connection? the show would be outstanding if they acknowledged the general theme of vecna/the MF representing an abuser/rapist who specifically targets troubled children because they're easier to manipulate.

[uniquezombiedestiny]

I'd like to know why you are all alone while I'm lost at sea /

Maybe we'll be there when you want

[3416]

so what i've learned is that for mitch marner specifically any points earned in a blowout game don't count actually. especially not in a blowout game where he helped swing the momentum. also points super don't count if you got them in games 1-4 of a potential 7 games series because idk reasons. being the first maple leaf with a round 2 gwg in half a million years doesn't count the most obviously because it wasn't a game 5, 6, or 7. it doesn't matter how you got to games 5-7 but if you're not putting up points in that exact stretch of games then well you're just not built for playoff hockey apparently. unless your name isn't mitch marner of course.

REALLLL TO ALL OF THIS.... everything he's done in the playoffs is bad and he's a whiny child apparently for ? existing ? having an occasional bad game when he just came back from an injury known to continuously impact your game while you heal ? we're just gonna look over the fact that he was better in the first game than everyone that contributed in the second bc we didn't win the first, lol. amazes me that no matter how many times i read this shit, i get so worked up every time like. not even from a mitch marner fan perspective sometimes but just from the sheer lack of fucking LOGIC and then seeing hundreds to thousands of people agree? like bro this is really partially the worst fanbase in the league, lol. i am NOT ride or die with all of you stupid fucks, that's for sure.

even yesterday i was just seeing stats about how he and mo were at the top of the list of most pass to shot attempts made in the oz so far in the ENTIRE playoffs and i'm like ????????????? you'd think he was doing NOTHING just bc his linemates can't put it in, lol. i'm so tired of people saying 'the second mitch is on a non-leaf team, he'll win a cup with them' even as defense of mitch from the fanbase bc like. he's not going anywhere?????? he's got a nmc like what are we even hypothetically discussing??????? him for WHICH stud dman on the market??? letting him walk and pissing off your franchise star center while you're at it???? like what. anyway. the extension with a raise is going to hit so hard after all the 'mitch can only stay if he takes a discount' too fhijdsklfejds.

[lord-squiggletits]

"Rodimus is a better Prime because it didn't hurt for him to bond with the Matrix while for Optimus it did" headcanon/theory my beloathed.

One day I'm literally gonna snap and make a whole post addressing why what's wrong bc I'm tired of the inaccuracy and tired of ppl not understanding the Point TM of IDW and its version of the Matrix/Primacy and even more tired of people putting down Optimus in favor of Rodimus by essentially arguing that being unworthy means you deserve to be punished/put in pain bc you just weren't good enough to hold the Symbol of Ultimate Authority

[wizardnuke]

loudly bitching about someone over the phone for 40 minutes straight at work while coworkers sideeye me. sorry. i have never shown this behavior before and itll be another two years before i do it again

[toytulini]

wheres that post about how its hard to have like a fucking depression spiral or whatever while knitting bc lemme tell u im sitting here fighting back tears while actively crocheting and its not fucking working

[goldiipond]

i will literally never understand when a character gets hate for being ‘overdramatic’ or highly emotional because like. i live for that shit. i fucking love when a character has a strong emotional response to a relatively ‘minor’ thing i love when characters cry easily and frequently i love when characters are loud and ‘annoying’ i live for drama. if a character is frequently hated on by fans for being annoying there is a 9/10 chance that character is one of my faves. no i dont think my neurodivergence has anything to do with this

[loumauve]

I snapped today at work, and by snapped I mean I politely commented on a help desk ticket by summing up an mess of an (type of) issue that's come up for at least the fourth time in the 2+ months I've been managing user accounts, and asked the person responsible to fix it (himself for once) because last time I fixed his mess-up it took me two whole days to work out the details with at least four other colleagues from different departments and I really don't want to do it again. there's other shit that needs doing, I've been working 10+ hour days for most of this week already, so I need to cut down not add on more.

(good thing tho - at least we managed to fix the issue where the dataset of a newer employee got mixed up with another one of the same name and therefore wasn't able to apply for any of the access/accounts she needed. technically not entirely my area but it does impact us not being allowed to create an account for her so I figured I might as well track that issue down. took three days and at least three other people, but hey - it should all work out now. yay for that)

[tardis--dreams]

Some of those doctors make hating oat milk their entire personality. I hate them. Cannot pretend to find them funny or like i give a shit. Fucking pretentious assholes

[moe-broey]

Man..