#his miind

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

could someone. PLEASE walk me thru what the fuck happens in 'the devil in me'. what the fuck is going on. hh holmes wasn't even a serial killer??? WHO IS HECTOR. WHY IS HECTOR.

i need a fecking TIMELINE or sth idek. some of the ~aesthetic~ choices, with the short video/audio clips and newspaper bits are very interesting and creative and fun, but unfortunately they are also SO CONFUSING. what is happening. WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGG

[hushedclan]

i had this in my miind for a while, but i was really hoping that Shadeclaw will eventually realize that maybe staying in hostile, tense environment that hates outsiders and everyone who isnt on your side of the piss border isnt good and that there are better things to do and better ways to die that get killed over piss lines, and so forgive her brother. in the far future. maybe she could find an outsider mate and be faced with the same decision.

but she is dead now, so she will probably keep the grudge forever.

rip Shadeclaw i was hoping you would find an outsider girlfriend too and open up your eyes that sometimes clan culture isnt worth dying for

first of all anon i’m obsessed with the way you worded this. piss border? real.

second of all: part of what i think makes shadeclaw so tragic (and something i wasn’t able to elaborate on) is that her and her brother were originally outsiders as well! while shadeclaw really thrived in getting to be around other cats and in the clan structure, swiftseeker had a really hard time accepting these rules that came out of nowhere— it’s hard to go from being free to being told what to do, even if it is for your own good. it’s why he says this when he tells conkerbright about wanting to run away:

them joining the clan was out of necessity first and foremost. he wants his sister to be safe. i do think it was his intention to go back for his sister someday (probably after being faced with the reality that surviving on your own is incredibly difficult!), but that doesn’t take away the fact that he left. he leaves her behind because he knows she will do better there than constantly being on the run, which is the life he wants to live, but of course she doesn’t know that.

so her resentment doesn’t come from hating outsiders outright, but hating that her brother, who she looked up to and loved more than anything, who she had always had by her side, left her behind without (she thinks) a second thought.

i also think her sacrifice was in a way driven by that— her brother is gone, and if he wanted to come back, he would have come back by now. what else is she supposed to do? if she lives, he’s still gone, and might die anyway. if she dies, she dies protecting the family she’s found— and maybe she’ll see him on the other side.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

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A priest gojo

I don't care anymore if I'll burn in hell for this request but I am craving for IT

I can't get it off my miind

Those "Forgive me Lord", "fuck, your pussy is so good for me" has been haunting my ass for ages. I'll give you my house, my cat ⁿᵒᵗ ʳˡˡʸ, my keychains??? and a kiss on your forehead

I sat on this ask for a few days trying to figure out how to go about it. Mostly because well, I've had a priest Geto in the works for about a month now LMAO.

I figured this was my sign to make it an series!! We're going to do a one shot of each of the men as fucked up priests. AH IM EXCITED!!

Now Presenting, Part One in Sins of the Church...

Starring Corrupted! Priest Satoru Gojo

Satoru saw hellfire in your eyes. He saw damnation and eternal torment. He saw his destruction. And he wanted all of it. He could feel his soul burning out of his chest every time you batted your pretty eyelashes at him, feel his morals weaken whenever you smile, and feel himself lose control every time you stood next to him.

And then he had to remind himself that all of those thoughts were borderline blasphemy. He was a member of the clergy for christ sakes, he shouldn't be thinking of a member of his flock like this. He shouldn’t be fantasizing about you bouncing on his cock while he fucks his own fist. No amount of repenting could remove that sin from his soul. But no amount of denial could remove his desperation for you either. He had never been a phenomenal priest, he was a drinker, took the lord's name in vain, and was far from celibate. But he was trying to do better. He was trying to remove those vices from his life. But you brought out the sinner in him. And if he was going to be a sinner, he might as well win with you. 

This is what ran through Satoru’s head as he sat in the confessional booth, bored out of his mind. He knew it was important for him to be available for this service from 6 to 9 everyday, but it didn’t mean he liked it. He checked his phone. It was 7:30. Fuck. He was about to text one of the other clergy members to see if one of them would take over for him (probably not) when he heard the church doors open. He suppressed a groan of annoyance as he waited to get this confession over with.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned. My last confession was…I don’t think I’ve ever confessed, actually.” The sweet voice rang in his ears. Ho-ly SHIT Satoru knew that voice! It was the voice he had imagined moaning and desperate under him. “Y/n.” He thought to himself.

“Worry not my child,” He said, desperate to hear what you were sinning about. You were the star of his parish, what did you have to confess? Did you say Heck? “You’re at confession now. Confess, and we can go from there.”

“I’m afraid I’ve been having..impure thoughts Father. Thoughts about someone I should not be thinking of in this way.” Jealousy shot through Satoru like a bullet, ripping through his very being. Someone else had caught your eye then. Of course, he shouldn’t have expected anything else. Still, The knowledge that you wanted someone other than him left him seething with rage. He had to know who took his angel from him.

“Who are you having these thoughts about my child?” Satoru asked, knowing you’d answer. You were a good girl, you never said no. But, you did go quiet. Satoru didn’t like that. He was about to prompt you again when you broke the silence. 

“I’ve been having thoughts about Father Gojo. In my dreams he comes to me and I see him in, well…pornographic ways. I know I shouldn’t have these dreams, or think these thoughts, but I can’t make them stop.” Motherfucker, maybe there was a God. Satoru found himself pressed into your shared wall of the confessional, hanging onto every word you said. Your small, desperate tone went straight to his dick, and he felt it twitch with every word you said.

“What happens in these dreams?” He asked. He had to know. He wanted all of the details. He wanted to know if you were as desperate for him as he was for you. How graphic was your imagination? 

“I find myself with him alone in the church. He puts his hands on my waist and lays me on one of the pews. I feel him kiss my jaw, my neck, my breasts..sometimes he puts his fingers in me, other times he just, well…has his way with me. And in the dreams it feels so euphoric, like a blessing from the holy father himself, I-” NO no, keep going! He didn’t stop you! “He always finishes inside of me. The dreams are so vivid that when I awake, I can still feel his seed seeping out of me.” 

Satoru’s cock was impossibly hard and he was struggling to keep his breath even. The passion of damnation burned through his veins. He wanted nothing more than to make your dreams come true. “Have you ever been with a man in this way?” He asked, bracing himself for the answer.

“No father,” You said, shaking your head even if he couldn’t see it. Good girl, he knew you were saving yourself for him. “It’s why these dreams are so odd to me,” you continued, “I’ve never experienced these things when I’m awake, but when I’m asleep it feels so real and vivid I sometimes wake up thinking it might have been real.” 

God Satoru wished it was real. If he closed his eyes he could feel your pussy quivering around his raw cock, hear you begging for him, feel your nails in his back. Shit. He palmed himself through his black slacks, trying to relive some of the pressure you had put him under. He tried to remind himself that he was a fucking priest Goddamn it! But he was a man first. And he needed some release. “I see. Well my dear, your sins are great. And as you know, the penance you must pay has to be greater.” He said, trying to sound as composed as he possibly could considering how desperate he was. 

“I’m willing to do anything father.” You said, all too eager. “Fuck don’t say that.” Gojo thought. It was the last thought of doubt that ran through his mind. He wanted to see just how far you were willing to go. 

“Come here my dear, meet me at the pews.” He said, giving in to the devil on his shoulder. You were a little shocked. As far as you knew, the priest wasn’t supposed to see you at all during confession, it was anonymous. You must have done something truly terrible that the priest had to see you to absolve your sins. Shame filled you as you exited your booth, followed by the most intense embarrassment you had ever felt in your life when you saw Father Gojo sitting in a pew.

“Father!” You gasped, as you rushed over to him. You didn’t even notice how flustered he looked, nor the darkness in his eyes as he stared at your chest. “I-I’m so-”

“On your knees child.” Gojo said, cutting you off before you could start rambling. You paused for a moment, before obeying. He was a priest after all, he had to know what he was doing. Maybe this was all a part of your penance. Gojo placed a gentle hand on the side of your face, and you instantly melted into it, bringing a smile to the clergy member's face. You really did have an angelic face.

“You’ve committed the sin of pleasure my dear.” Gojo cooed, “And to absolve yourself of that sin, you have to give pleasure.” Oh, so this was a part of your penance! 

It was also complete bullshit, Satoru knew that. But fuck, your lips were so pretty. He wasn’t trying to think of any smooth plausible reason for this to happen, he just wanted to make it happen. “Undo my belt.” He instructed, and you did so with only a slight moment of hesitation. “Atta girl, keep goin’.” He instructed, watching as you unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down his zipper. You paused, looking at the way his cock strained against his boxers. You had barely even kissed a boy, and yet you were about to be face to face with a cock that belonged to your priest. 

“Don’t get shy on me now Angel,” Gojo said, gently tangling his fingers into your hair. “You weren’t shy in the booth. This is what you want, isn’t it?” That was a wonderful question actually. This part never happened in your dreams. And honestly, the thought of putting someone's privates in your mouth was disgusting. But, some dark, gruesome part of you did want this. You wondered what he would look like, what he would taste like. You bit your lip and freed the fathers dick from his underwear, earning yourself an audible moan from him. 

“Atta girl…” Satoru groaned, moving your head to take him in. He grinned as you opened your mouth, and damn near came when you finally put your mouth on him. He wasn’t going to be able to enjoy this for long. He wanted something more than some childish head. Though, it was cute to watch you choke on his cock as you tried to take him all it. In any case, spit made for decent lube. 

He moaned softly, his head falling to the back of the pew as he guided you up and down on his cock. He looked back down at you and fuck. The sight of you looking up at him, tears filling your doe eyes, squishing your legs together to try and quell any arousal as you struggled to take in his cock was far too much for him. You were his ticket to damnation, he knew it. He was going to burn in hell for you.

“You’re so good,” He said as he pulled you off of his cock. He got you off your knees and sat you on his lap. “So good for me.” His words filled your head and turned into arousal. You felt electrified with shame and desire. “Lord forgive me,” You thought as he slipped your panties from under your skirt.“Please, I just can’t stop myself.” 

“Have you ever been touched here?” Satoru asked as he ran a finger up your slit, sending shivers up your spine as you tensed around him. You shook your head no. “Have you ever touched yourself  here?” He asked as you represented the question. The answer was yes, but to little results. When you were a teenager, you were curious, sure. But you never got the Euphoric feeling you had read about, so you stopped. As an adult you hadn’t touched yourself in years. 

“Not often.” You said, giving the father the condensed version. Satoru nodded, taking in all the information you had given him. 

“Do you want me to make you feel good Y/n?” He asked into your neck, his nimble fingers finding your clit and massaging circles into it. You yelped with shock. Your entire lower region had electricity pulsing through it, and you swore you felt your pussy clench. You nodded desperately. Satoru stopped moving.

“Not good enough Angel, I need you to use your words.” He said. He knew he was already putting you in a fucked up situation for his own pleasure, he wasn’t about to make it worse by not being 100% sure you also wanted this. 

“Yes, Father, please, I want you to touch me so bad it hurts!” You whined out for him, needing this more than anything. Satoru hummed his approval as he went back to rubbing your clit with his thumb. His fingers now had a new goal in mind. He probed at your weeping pussy. 

“You’re so wet for me angel..” Satoru hummed into your ear, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a slut.” He whispered to you as he slipped a finger into your aching cunt. Slut. That word sent a flurry of emotions through your chest but the main one being desire. You wanted to be his slut. You wanted him to fill you up, to use and abuse you. You wanted to be Father Gojos fucktoy.

Those were thoughts you’d unpack later. Right now, The father had slipped another finger into you, and you were focused on trying to accommodate the stretch. It felt so good but you wanted so much more.

“Father please, I need more.” You whimpered out, shooting lightning through Gojos head. “I need you, Father, please. F-fuck me.” you were so unsure about saying fuck but you were absolutely possitive you needed a cock in you right at that moment. 

Satoru couldn't believe what he was hearing. A part of him thought he might have died and gone to heaven. But, he knew that probably wasn’t the case. Heaven was sinless and pure. There was nothing pure about you in this moment. You were the embodiment of sin and he wanted nothing more than to drown in you. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely, who am I to say no to my Angel?” He purred as he ripped off your blouse and skirt, leaving you bare and exposed to him. He had to take a moment of pause. You were divine in every sense of the word and he needed to take a moment to drink it all in. He found his new religion and it was you. “Lord forgive me, but lust calls to me,” he thought. 

He lined you up and slowly began to lower you onto his cock. You yelped softly, digging your nails into his shoulders as he stretched you out in ways you had never been before. It burned like hellfire but you were too lost in the pleasure to think about the pain. Somehow though all the discomfort you still felt a euphoria like no other.

Satoru couldn’t take his eyes off from where the two of you were now connected. He watched his cock disappear into your tight, weeping cunt, a droplet of pink blood flowing down as a sign that you were now tied to him forever. It was nothing close to what he could have fantasized of, it was so much better. He knew you’d feel good, but he couldn’t imagine how good. 

“Your pussy is so good for me.” He moaned as he bottomed out, pulling you into a passionate and intense kiss. Your head was filled with cotton, you felt yourself lose touch with everything that wasn't Gojo. Gojo, Gojo, Gojo, Your body craved him in ways you didn’t know possible. This was as close to God as you had ever been in all your years as a devout catholic. Your lower waist exploded as he bucked into you, a string of whimpers and moans leaving your mouth as you clung to him. Every stroke of his thick cock pet your g-spot, making you see stars and hear angels singing. “How could something so sinful feel so right?” Was your last coherent thought as Gojo fucked you into oblivion. 

Gojo was absolutely intoxicated by your warmth. He tried drugs before, but none of them could compare to the way your pussy pulled him in. The way your body molded itself to his, the way your breathing fell in perfect timing with his. He didn’t give a shit anymore if he was going to be damned for eternity, He found heaven already, and it was you. 

You felt a sting start to tightly coil inside of your stomach and your legs stiffen. The sparks in your lower abdomen were becoming full on fireworks. “G-Gojo, I think I’m c-clo-!” You didn’t get to finish that sentence before the string snapped inside of you. Your brain released all of its dopamine and ecstasy reserves into your bloodstream, and your vision went white with pleasure. You felt yourself scream out for God, or Gojo. You weren’t sure exactly which one, but you knew that in that moment there really was no difference to you. 

Satoru wasn’t far behind you at all. The moment your cunt began to constrict around him he knew he was finished. A few more thrusts and he was cumming deep inside you, biting your neck to try and keep his volume down. He for sure left a bruise. You both sat there, him clinging onto you like a drowning man clings to a life preserver, you hanging limply off of him like a used doll, both of you trying to catch your breath. 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK. All at once it hit Satoru what he had just done. Shit. he could feel his soul burning in hell already, everything about this felt dirty. He never should have touched you, he-

And then you sighed softly, and slightly readjusted yourself to be more comfortable in his arms. You were so small compared to him, so delicate. It made his heart swell. Nothing involving you could have been dirty, he decided. It was just the catholic guilt talking. He finally lifted you up and pulled out, chuckling softly at the little whine you let out.

“Come on angel,” He purred, “Let’s get you dressed and get you home.”

[interrogatormentors]

No, he wouldn't blame you, would he, Helmsman. He doesn't even blame Her. How long do you think She will keep him alive? Seadwellers are sturdy. I can't imagine how much pain She could subject him to before his body gave out. Would you keep him there with you until he takes his final breath? Would you watch him bleed and shatter and rot beside you just so you don't have to be alone?

He wIIll la2t a2 long a2 hII2 mIInd doe2

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but he ha2 two play hII2 part. PaIIn

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and that II2 that.

[chronicallychthonic]

ever1n2 gettiin po22e22ed left riight n center!! cmon ppl develop better mental armaments get a fuckiin miind gun or 2mth

Her psychic walls were down and I scampered inside! Hi-ho!

[crushpunchh]

look just becausee you dont get his (context clues i am not maintagging this or risking it showiing up via tumblrs garbage search system) sense of humor doesnt mean hes an 8 year old. im losing my miind out here.

[cringelordofchaos]

You asked Berry this so I am asking YOU out of spite for not asking ME

YOUR SONIC HEADCANONS??

IFHASHFKAJHVKAHDKC

uhmm ill be my own attorney in the court; in my defense, your honour, i saw berry reblog a post specifically about sonic sexuality headcanons and berry shared their hcs in the tags but also put in the tags abt how their 'headcanons may change'. and i wanted to see if their headcanons changed so i asked them

ANYWAY

uhh these r all pretty much identity + nd hcs so sorry if u were lookin for more

(edit:wait actually im gonna sort this into two parts:: queer + nd headcanons and then like. backstory and personality hcs)

SONIC: adhd, used to hc him as bi ace but fuck it hes romance repulsed oriented aroace, also me likes the idea of him being genderqueer in some way, moreso specifically either transmasc nonbiney or transmasc trigender. also adhd (side note i heard someone sayhe couldnt possibly have adhd cuz "he can focus on missions" and. wjhat.) also maybe ptsd from thecountless traumatic experiences hess had to endure

AMY: sappho. i have also adhd'ed her in the past but im not so sure npw. i also saw someone hc her as bipolar and thas valid

TAILS: i know he can definitely represent as an autistic stereotypce but look at him :(( (but i genuinely think his backstory is sort of a metaphor for the nd experience. and also i think theres a lot of things that may make him autistic codedthough albeit many of them r stereotypical). special interest in engineering

KNUCKLES: bisexual as ffffff, though he doesnt give a shi abt labels

and ofc STTICKS:: demirose lesbiian. . also female but she rlly doesnt care abt gender. also autistci mayhaps

now for the more interesting hcs:

SONIC: something traumatic happened to him that made him scared of water in the first place, thas for sure methinks. he also just doesnt really show his negative emotions and he moreso just tries to 'dealw it' instead. i have headcanoned this for years as many others have and it appears to be somewhat canon in frontiers which is pretty great. he plays the electric guitar and is a pretty skilled singer and yeah. chilli dawgs r his comfort food....... loves rock electric and heavy metal and sometimes listens to it on his runs. pretty comfortable w being independent . also this is not a headcanon but i dont think his idw iteration is that out of character. he sees pretty much everyone (rivals and frenemiesalike) as friendos

AMY: has some form of abandonment issues which is what makes her as clingy as she is. generally used to feel left out and misunderstood from sonic n others in games like adventure and adventure2 but their relationshipsget better. listen. listen i heard someone on tumblr hc amy having abandonment issues and it hasnt left my miind since. she used to feel embarrassed by herself and her personality but became much more expressive of herself as time went on bc she starrted feeling more accepted. DEFINITELY writes fanfiction and fancomics and draws fanart and likes theatre(this is canoon actually). has meetings w the girlsTM where she just reads their fortune n everything. she also said in one game that she aspires to BE LIKE sonic and i have hcs abt that as well. can b mischievious and sneaky. has a tarot card reading BUSINESS this girl earns money for this !! shes very magiical girl bc she can pull her hammer out there, tell the future, turn invisible, has a 'sonic snese' but this is not a headcanon this is canon. plays the violin. loves to create fun outfits. into knitting and crocheting. . yeah i have more

TAILS: he can get pretty insecure of himself at times, heholds high expactations of himself and feels like if he doesnt meet them he might as well be a failure. ooopslol. he also hates when ppl misinterperets who he is as a person and when they undermine how skilled he is. he sometimes doesnt really let others know how he feels and hides it w a positive attitude. his gizmo is his comfort item. sonic was his first friend. the reason why he acted cocky in lost world and constantly pointed out how they shouldnt trust eggman (although it was super ooc) is bc of how insecure he was and he felt like sonic didnt trust himenough. and he feels bad abt it. hm. he also likes to draw sometimes and is generally skilled and precise, partly bc he has to draw blueprints for his creeations. one of them orphans. wags his tails/unintentionally starts flying when hes excited (stimming woag). hes not really SCARED of thunderstorms but they ARE a sensory nightmare for hiim (loud, bright/0). sonic sort of 'taught him how to make friends'. he still has cosmo in the form of a plant inside his house. he has many bunkers/ Sometimes he has a hard time accepting help (inherited from his older brotherlol). his tails are an nd allegoryOK ILL SHUT UP NOW

KNUCLES: icoud rambllea lot about him whenever im in the mood especially when i seeppl misinterperet him but i dont really have much HEADcanons bc everything i say abt him is canon

STICKS: ok this is gonna sound wild and its definitely not original but. she has abandonment/truusst issues relatedto her former parents that have something to do w the government which is one of the reasons she became so hateful of th egovenrment. dont ask (actually do if you want to). generally feels free to be herself but there are times when she feels ashamed of her wild side ig you couldcall it. very creative.

the reason why theres not shadow even though hes one of the more popular ones is bc im just not obsessed w him at the moment sorry :(

I HAVE MORE but these are all FOR NOW

now YOU TELL ME YOUR SONIC HEADCANONS SO I DONT LOOK AS DELUSIONAL [[POINTS FINGER AT YOU]]

[pyrriax]

hello hello giving u a polite little wave ! i decided to watch an undertale pacifist playthrough and now i am. so unwell about character and feelings. so of course i take this out on the blorbo :]

‘Cause even with the 4 Sages’ avatars behind him and Mineru’s construct trailing behind, he feels cold. The space next to him is empty and he can’t help but let his hand shake in it’s glove. There should be a hand there to hold his, a smile to protect, and a curiosity to defend. He looks up to the sky, hoping, almost praying to Hylia yet again, for a glimpse of her. But like the many times before, the skies are void of her white scales and golden hair, but he almost swears, the ring on his finger holding Zelda’s power pulses. He blinks the tears welling up in his eyes away, setting his sights firm on the arching stone in front of him. He’s doing this for her. She’s saving her kingdom for her. Her ultimate sacrifice, and her final decision, will not be in vain. By his blade, and her magic, the Demon King will fall. He takes a step forward, then another, and another, until Lookout Landing falls out of view. The avatars follow him, running along with peaceful expressions and strong stances. He’s doing this for them, too. His friends. He’s doing this again for all of Hyrule’s people. And he would do it again and again for Zelda. But by Hylia, does he want to rest.

sorry i'm incapable of sending short snips. i need all my thoughts out NEOW !!! like . hes had to save the kingdom hyrule twice from ultimate death with only 5-7 years to rest. and each time he has no choice in the matter because he's the hero. he has to. he'll still do it everytime and that almost makes it worse, like his entire life is already written out by fate :(

UGHGFNJMDV IM STARING AT THISSS....

He’s doing this for her. She’s saving her kingdom for her. Her ultimate sacrifice, and her final decision, will not be in vain. By his blade, and her magic, the Demon King will fall.

IM LSOGIN MY MIIND :((( OUGHVNJ,,,,

he's the hero and he has to do this :( but does he want to.....

[quadrant-query]

How do II carry on a piitch relatiionshiip when II'm no longer corporeal? We communiicate on a daiily basiis because II am possessiing hiis eyes and am stuck iin hiis miind, but psiioniics are the only way II can iinteract wiith the world currently, and II don't know what else II can do for hiim as hiis kiismesiis.

I have no idea how the fuck that could possibly happen, but sure.

Taking you at your word I would say that inhabiting someone else's eyes is actually already a pretty big pitch move. You're blinding them and also stuck in his fucking head. That's got to be annoying. Not to mention you currently have a lot of power over him, which is a big sign of pitch trust. There's probably plenty of things you can do right now to annoy him, such as taking the role of intrusive thoughts or making him stub his toe on things since he can't see where he's going. Alternatively, you could dare or challenge him to find some sort of solution to your non-corporeal problem. Hit two flapbeasts in one shot.

[divorcingjimmatthews]

OHMG YOU'RE MIIND OMG 🔥🔥🔥 giggling kicking my feet rn JADE TRYING TO DECRYPT EVERYTHING SARAH SAYS EVEN WHEN JRS NOT ABT THE VOICES LIKE OHMYDAYs

Seriously jade getting like super into trying to figure out everything and having to realize that "oh hey maybe I shouldn't like focus so much on this and instead like do other things" GIVES ME LIFFEE (+ Sarah has autism too 🔥🔥)

-🐾

yesyesyesyes ep 7 is literally my favourite this season because it has jade realising that he had to take a break and do something else (and he managed to drag tabby into it too... which is pretty good for her too, it's been good for her to do stuff with people outside of her family unit this season)

"i don't CARE about what you DID i only care about what you KNOW" says jade to sara, evidently caring deeply about what she did

we also have to sprinkle in a slight fear into jade, that his visions will have him end up like christopher and sara too

[gorandomshesaid]

#it always used to bug me when people quoted this because the source is lowkey a hypocrite who'd break his own ethics by the end of the show#if not the end of this conversation!!#but i can appreciate adama had some bangers and what is bsg but a conflict of what people hope their society to be and what it is

You're right about him breaking his ethics, but so does literally every single character on this show at some point, that's the whole point. It's hard to call it that but this is an idealistic Adama way before everything, even before he started putting "bodyguards" on people for the quorum elections.

I think he did some low-level policing (the mutiny aboard Astral Queen comes to miind) in s1, but it really ramps up after martial law is declared – and that's when he was shot.

By that time Roslin started taking drugs, Kara commited her own treason, Boomer kept secret what she pretty much knew the entire time, and Lee negotiated with terrorists. The only person who didn't break their own ethics was Baltar and that's only because he never had any in the first place.

I think it's a good quote and it's coming from an honest place at that point in the show. But then you add a few years of travelling, patrolling, and fighting, and the guy will try to commit suicide by Cylon while he's shacking up with the other leading party in the fleet. "Are we worthy of survival" indeed.

[musesreunite]

“ Did you make this? ” for any just you see fit! -miind-full

@owls-blog-hub

Nomad noticed the person looking over at his motorcycle that he had rebuilt and made it more advanced for space travels. “Yes, and no. The bike itself is of Earth origins. But I took it and rebuild it with the technology from my home planet along with many other parts from different planets.” He explained.

[wickedlywonderful]

When You’re With the Wizard

@miind-full 🪄🖋️

Immediately she tried to hide her tears, but failed miserably as they fell. Whatever happened shook Kelsey to her core, to make her cry like this. The kind, gentle soul felt too much, but this was...pure reaction from hurt of toxicity, from verbal abuse.

Unfortunately this wasn't the first time. She was used to it, but it always felt new, just like the tears in her ducts. She sniffled while also trying to clear up her closed throat. That didn't seem to work out how Kelsey planned on letting this slide. And yet she still tried to diverge, to avoid. The most open-hearted in all of Oz to others and yet when it came to herself, she shut herself like a closed up flower.

"I-I know," Kelsey attempted, but her voice faltered at the tail end of the vowel and following consonant. She couldn't even look at The Wizard, look at the trusted adult in the eye. This was all learned behavior though, from when she was young, learned by repressing from the same parents that never bothered to write their honor student at Shiz a letter thay said how proud...only just to do better. Things were very telling on how Kelsey reacted.

"But you were just so busy and...and I didn't want to..."

...be a burden.

She swallowed down thick tears down her throat.

"Y-You have enough to worry about."

Despite his protestations to the contrary, he is not a sentimental man. Not in this way, at least. There is no length to which he wouldn’t go for his family…but Kels isn’t family. Just a very, very important work colleague he has to work on keeping happy. Her tears don’t move him for their own sake, but simply because he’s become unused to tears in his immediate presence. He springs up from his desk and tosses the paper he’d been reading aside, upon her in an instant. He shushes and soothes, rubbing circles on her shoulder and offering up an emerald green handkerchief with gold embroidery.

“Hey, shhh-shhh-shhh, hey. Hey! No need for-. For tears now! I didn’t say those awful things, did I?” Away from his desk and into the library outside his study, he led her to a settee and helped her to sit. He knelt beside her and smiled, patting her head like the child she insisted on being.

“Did you forget? You’re with the Wizard now, baby! No…no ask is too great!” It’s an easy lie to sell, in part because he can’t imagine someone like Kels asking him for something he wouldn’t be willing to give. A stern talking-to, a little public humiliation? Done! Easy! A small ask, really, if it keeps her compliant happy. Happy people are less likely to disrupt the status quo.

“You just—just, uh. Lemme go grab a journal, and then I want you to repeat what they said—and, ah. This time…who they are, too. This—this sort of thing is unacceptable, especially for a member of…hah!, the Wizard’s ‘inner circle.’”

[vickiabelson]

Ritch Shydner Live on Game Changers With Vicki Abelson - Part Deux

Ritch Shydner could come back every week and we’d never run out of things to discuss, it would always be entertaining, and he’d always be funny. Co-host! There are no accidents. Losing his signal last week on the road in Georgia was a blessing. We got a Shydner double dip.

This conversation with the standup comedian who holds the distinction of making a dozen appearances on Carson’s Tonight Show, as well as numerous appearances on Letterman and Leno, had fabulous stories about the former and the latter, Sam Kinison, their 80s NY road trip before Sam’s superstardom, and how their debauchery almost cost Ritch big time, Roseanne, who handed Ritch his segue from front of the camera to writer, Jeff Foxworthy, a natural after only a few weeks of standup, who created a new joke form, Bill Maher, and True Story, Mike Binder, and Miind of The Married Man, and Robert Klein who shared a most unlikely kinship… there were gems aplenty. 

But, it was Ritch’s poignant, heartfelt recounting of his parents’ 72-year marriage, his father’s drinking, his mother’s rolling pin, the silent years after graduating law school and choosing comedy, Ritch’s redemption, and then getting sober, making amends, his father following suit on both, and the shift in their relationship for the 36 years that followed until just last month when his dad was transitioning this earthly world. Moving, beyond words… and, funny!

I so enjoyed every word, every moment, with this self-aware, humble, wildly intelligent - emotionally as well as intellectually, ever-evolving, hysterically funny man. Do I need a reason to have a Part 3? 

Ritch Shydner Live on Game Changers With Vicki Abelson - Part Deux!

Wednesday, 9/4/24, 5 pm PT, 8 pm ET

Streamed Live on my Facebook

Replay here:

[muppetjokernonbinaryfan]

Don’’t miind me iim ju2t re2tiing my eye2 on the floor

rIGHT, fORGOT YOu WERE DOWN HERE, i’LL SAY HI TO GOKuSPRITE

[the-firebird69]

this man is guilty as hell for tons of human rights abuses ad flagrant violations of international law, an for war crimes. atrocities and other and of the highst degree. he exxpieents on people too and tons of them and any ohter race, and tons of them. we use this as an example no he is wanted in all couintries for murders and mass homocide. he is an elitist slob meaning cannot read or write past a fourth graders ability. nd is a true retarded man. iq of about 65 and he says it am so. he wont last. cant. but is at our son. murderes tons of people a day and tries to look goo ha tons nea ours an w ehave him i want him out now want him and his down. no recovery from australila we see they psuedo empire wants it they may go ok too after and pursue this goon to his end ad thiers this is my final statement on this matter

Thor ours Freya

Olympus

we echo it and fully. we add this he has tormented us. is a juvinile dellinquent is mean, hateful and of us. we drin him he returns n minuts hit and an hour like trump. is sick.

Hera

what i told him he forgot. not me. youi dont say it or try it. and he continues to try and holds me down thngs from me. if i win no after he dies i shall visit his grave, and thank him. it is an old addage i suggeste he not break. he did and does frequently. and will be in HORROR ok my miind is HORRIFIC and tommy f admits it no says its you asses. nope he speaks of the red devils. us.

Zues