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[thyfleshc0nsumed]

how do you find public spaces to fuck (re:the rooftop + dyke)?

sincerely, horny lez

Good question, I will answer it in this response eventually, but first, you have to sit through me intellectually jerking myself off for a moment because I think it may provide some useful perspective.

Public sex has been part of my life for as long as I've been having physical sex at all. As an adolescent it was mostly out of necessity, but these days it's mostly out of convenience. The vast majority of the sex I've had in the last year or two has been public.

I think it's important to clarify that for me at least, public sex is not an act of exhibitionism. If there's any sort of philosophy behind it besides sheer utility, I'd say it's something like not allowing our society's mores and hangups around sex and privacy dictate the terms on how and where we (especially as gay people) engage with our sexuality.

I think there's this gut impulse many people have--including many gay people--around public sex, and I think it speaks to the reactionary view of human sexuality that is unfortunately the stock standard in these times. For many, the idea of people having sex in public gives them some sort of 'ick' that they can't seem to articulate.

Often discussions around public sex are framed like this: "if I walked in on people having sex, it would make me uncomfortable, I didn't consent to that, so people should not be having sex in public." It would be fairly reasonable to experience discomfort in this imagined scenario--in fact, I think most people probably would--and that discomfort isn't a problem. The problem is that the premise assumes a few crucial points, notably that 1. Walking in on public sex is a common occurrence and/or the desired outcome for those engaging in it 2. Discomfort is a form of harm 3. Exposure to (non-hegemonic) human sexuality is capable of causing some kind of nebulous psychic damage to the witness.

To the first point: in my decade or so of regular public sex, I can only think of one instance where I was actually walked in on. It was an alley off of a major road and probably only at around 1030p. I mention this because we absolutely would have chosen a different, more secluded location/time if we were doing anything other than fully clothed kink and maybe some kissing, because again, the goal for most is not exhibitionism; no one really wants to be walked in on, so we choose locations where it is less likely that we will be.

To the second point, I have little to say besides that it simply isn't. Discomfort is an everyday part of life and is something all people experience regularly without calls to stop every potential source of it. So what is it about this topic that makes people react this way?

This leads us to the third point: non-hegemonic modes of sexuality are treated as degenerative and caustic and therefore must be hidden (or eradicated) entirely from the public sphere. It is the classic double standard; think of things like the "Don't Say Gay" or "DADT" laws or more broadly the attempt to remove even the mention of the existence of gays from curriculum. Most of the people who fight for such measures likely don't take the same issue or action with a 48 foot billboard for the local strip club or with a heterosexual couple kissing on screen.

And while the spot that people place the line may differ greatly, this ire against public sex still draws from the same well of reaction against perceived degeneracy that the fascist draws from. If this is not self evidently a negative thing to you, I have little I can say to convince you.

Some may be thinking 'okay, even if it is not harmful or degenerate, why do public sex?' To me, it is just as strange that so many keep their sex lives confined to the home and I could posit the same question. Neither way of doing things is any more natural or unnatural than the other, one is just the societal default. If it would bring you joy, why not engage in public sex?

The world is large, and if you know where to look, there are countless spaces you can carve out and stake the pervert's claim to. Alleyways, parks, bathrooms, rooftops, and beaches are the first to come to mind for me. To answer your question directly, you find them by making them and taking them.

Time is a large factor here as well. A given spot in a park at 9p may not be suitable, but might be more so by 11p, and even more so by 1a. My experience is that the later it gets, more spots become viable with less heavy precautions.

Another factor is coverage. An open field is riskier than behind a tree. The middle of an alley is riskier than behind a dumpster. You want to limit the amount of vectors through which you could be exposing yourself. I value coverage from sight lines over seclusion.

Something else you want to think about is whether or not you are on private property. If you are, it's possible that there are security personnel sitting in a car somewhere nearby or a resident who notices you. At that point, the issue is not even the sex, it's the fact you're there at all.

Finally, you always have to be ready to dip. Be aware of your surroundings as best you can, listen for cars and people, don't get too caught up in the moment that you're blinded. You gotta be ready to pull your pants up and walk quickly away. I'd rather be safe than sorry. If something's not right, get outta there. If you can't, well, don't have your dick out at least.

Anyway, all that to say go out and have fun. Good luck and enjoy yourself. The world has room for you to fit yourself into.

[kxsagi]

Hello! May I perhaps request one for Reo Mikage? I'm so disappointed there are not many fanfics about him. Anyways, maybe a story where him and the reader have been dating for a while. But when Reo introduced her to his parents they didn't approve of her. Make it a happy ending pls I've been writing so much Reo angst in my notes app I need him to be happy for once 💔

“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫”

a/n: nooo not the reo angst 😭 he deserves a happy ending and i am gonna write one 😼

(i don't know art credits so sorry)

you knew the moment you stepped into the mikage estate that this wasn’t going to go well. 

reo’s hand was warm in yours, his grip a little tighter than usual, like he already knew too. the place was massive with high ceilings, marble floors, and a silence that felt too heavy for a home. you could practically hear your heartbeat echoing off the walls. 

“you okay?” reo whispered, leaning down slightly to catch your eyes. he always did that, checked on you like it was second nature. 

you gave him a soft smile, nodding. “yeah. i’m ready.” 

but you weren’t. 

his parents were polite at first. distant smiles, tight handshakes. his mother looked you up and down like she was analyzing a stock portfolio. his father barely said two words, and when he did, it was only to reo. 

the dinner felt like walking on eggshells. 

you laughed at the wrong time. spilled a little water. tried to talk about your job but got cut off with a dismissive comment. when his mom said, “she’s… sweet, reo. but is this really what you’re looking for in a partner long-term?” you felt your heart drop right into your stomach. 

reo squeezed your thigh under the table, but he didn’t speak. not right away. 

you left that night in silence. you tried to smile like it didn’t bother you. you tried to act like it didn’t feel like someone had just labeled you not enough. 

reo didn’t let go of your hand the entire car ride back. 

“i’m sorry,” you said quietly, staring out the window. 

he pulled over. 

“don’t,” he said, turning to you. his voice was soft but serious. “don’t ever apologize for being yourself. they were wrong. you were amazing.” 

you shook your head. “they hated me.” 

“i don’t care.” 

“but they’re your parents, reo –” 

“and you’re the person i want to spend the rest of my life with.” 

your breath caught in your throat. 

reo cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks like you were something delicate. something precious. 

“i love you,” he said. “and i don’t need their approval to know what my heart wants. if they can’t see how lucky i am to have you, that’s their loss. not mine.” 

you blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. “you’re really gonna pick me over them?” 

he smiled, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours. 

“i already did.” 

weeks passed since then. things were awkward. reo didn’t visit home much. you told him he didn’t have to choose, that you didn’t want to be the reason he drifted from his family, but he kept saying the same thing: 

“you’re not the reason. they are.” 

and then, one quiet saturday, there was a knock at your shared apartment door. 

reo opened it. it was his mom. 

you froze in the hallway, unsure if you should hide or come out. 

reo looked back at you and smiled gently. “it’s okay. come here.” 

you stepped into view, heart pounding, but his mom looked different this time. her expression was softer. nervous, even. 

“i wanted to apologize,” she said, looking between the two of you. “i was wrong. i judged you before i even tried to know you. that was… unfair. and rude.” 

you didn’t know what to say. you just stared, mouth slightly open. 

“reo didn’t talk to us for weeks,” she continued. “and i realized… if someone like him could love someone this much, maybe i was the one who needed to reevaluate.” 

reo reached for your hand again. like always. 

“i’d like to get to know you,” she said, gently. “if you’ll let me.” 

you blinked, a little dazed. then nodded. “okay. yeah. i’d like that.” 

reo looked so proud. like the sun had finally come out again. 

later that night, when it was just the two of you tangled up on the couch, you turned to him and whispered, “you really would’ve given it all up for me, huh?” 

he laughed softly, brushing his lips against your forehead. “of course i would’ve. but now i don’t have to.” 

you smiled into his chest, heart full. 

maybe love didn’t always come easy. maybe it had to fight through cold stares and awkward dinners and too-quiet car rides. 

but with reo? 

you knew you’d always win in the end. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[sfznyxio]

-ˋˏ I CHOOSE YOU! ˎˊ

SYNOPSIS. new year, new you, new school. you’re determined to be the greatest trainer in history, and it starts at a pokemon academy. you hope to finish your studies free of drama, if you can ignore the noise of many battles within the student body to see who will come on top.

CHARACTERS. sakura haruka, suo hayato, nirei akihiko, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, tsubakino tasuku, kaji ren, tomiyama choji, togame jo

CONTENT. gn!reader. pokemon au. comedy, fluff. 0.8k wc. inspired by pokemon scarlet and violet and its teal mask dlc. everyone goes to legit school here, whoa. reader sometimes ditches class to explore the wild. electrocution, one bad pun intended (kaji). they/them pronouns for tsubaki.

VERA. yelling with @stunie about pokemon was really fun so why not combine the best of both worlds. for zevie, my fellow pokemon (mystery dungeon) enthusiast!

𝄞��‧₊˚. SAKURA HARUKA

sakura wants to be the best in the world through unconventional means, to battle the strongest right away. you’ve seen how he fought off a group of students who were ridiculing you earlier, but there’s no way someone could become a trainer with punches and kicks and without a pokemon. by chance, a sprigatito steals the pastry he was holding to eat and sends him on a wild goose chase. those two are a lovely pair, when it’s time for it to stop eating his food and he stops yelling at it for being a “brat”.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. SUO HAYATO

if you need a teacher for your team on how to behave on the battlefield, suo is at the yard meditating with his mienfoo. it’s impressive how he’s by your stress filling their air like smokescreen. your pokemon partner suddenly stops listening to your commands, and now your wallet is dry. he says it's the rebellious teen phase, something he can easily deal with. whatever he did to make your pokemon shudder when he calls on it for lessons with mienfoo as his assistant, you dare not to pry.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. NIREI AKIHIKO

midterm season is around the corner, what you dread the most this year. luckily you have nirei, a walking encyclopedia that is very convenient to have as a study buddy and useful to a certain someone who skips classes to explore the wild. his abra will teleport you back on campus whenever you try to ditch. the one day you venture farther, a very strong pokemon has you running for your life. abra has the ability to sense danger so you manage to return safely, but not safe from his disappointment. 

𝄞༉‧₊˚. UMEMIYA HAJIME

major concerns of newbies are what type of supplies to stock up on and how to train pokemon teams efficiently. your problem is money, due to spending too much and losing too much against people. umemiya is an expert in said concerns, but his togekiss handles his budget to curb his spending impulses. for someone who advertised himself as dependable, you definitely can’t depend on him for monetary matters. even togekiss judges him for buying fake plants for his fake garden. 

𝄞༉‧₊˚. HIRAGI TOMA

the academy is a scary place. there are strong and promising trainers in the making, and a tournament is a great start to see what they’re worth. competition drives everyone nuts, tailing down anyone such as yourself in their line of sight to battle. hiragi shoos them away, swearing he’ll be like his annihilape if they keep this up. he mistakes you as one with the crowd because you’re staring at him for so long, his pokemon readies its rage fist to send you flying, stressing him out even more.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. TSUBAKINO TASUKU

as the end of the school term draws near, students become anxious. fear not, tsubaki knows how to turn the doom and gloom around - throwing a party. their checklist becomes so long they need a helping hand. their gardevoir chooses you through its future sight, determining that you’re good luck. while shopping with your upperclassman, there’s an ongoing sale for clothes they’ve been waiting for since forever. they’re so excited that they drag you along and practically buy out the whole boutique.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KAJI REN

the stock of candies at the campus store is somehow almost empty every time you check it out. a salesclerk then tells you that they never heard of a luxio with a sweet tooth. the pokemon belongs to a student who wears headphones and a lollipop in his mouth, kaji. you and your partner look at each other with the same plan: ditch class to buy out the entire candy section before those two can. you and him grab a candy bag in sync, but luxio electrocutes you as he and your pokemon stare in shock.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. TOMIYAMA CHOJI

photography in the wilderness for a project is, in reality, easier said than done. your pictures come out blurry as many wild pokemon have tried to break your phone. just as things can’t get any worse, you get whacked by an ambipom from its double hit. your hands feel light, and you look at it with your device. its trainer tomiyama proposes to retake your photos as compensation. but instead of you in there, the entire gallery is full of his selfies. seems like this project will take forever to finish.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. TOGAME JO

you can’t afford to be late for school… again. rushing to campus on your bike, you almost crash into a dozing snorlax that is blocking your usual route. you and your pokemon have done what you can to wake it up, and it turns into a stream of light which went inside a pokeball belonging to an upperclassman. togame was napping at the side of the road, and now he is late going to school like you are. as he’s about to ask you for a ride, you completely vanish, pedaling furiously like your life depends on it.

[aria-but-horny]

Aria's Ask Game

ok ok, inspired by that ask game, I was talking with n@ and wanted to make my own full of important questions.

What color are your eyes?

Do you like being asked questions?

What’s your lucky number?

When's your birthday?

Do you have any pets?

Do you enjoy what you do with your time?

What's your favorite way to spend a weekend?

Do you like traveling?

Do you struggle with anxiety?

How important is your family to you?

What's your mother's maiden name?

What's the most important lesson that you've learned over the years?

What do you think the purpose of your life is?

What do you wish you had more time to do?

What was the name of the street you grew up on?

How loudly can you scream?

How do you like to stay updated on current events?

Do you have any siblings?

How many people would go looking for you if you suddenly disappeared?

What kind of music do you enjoy?

How fast can you run?

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?

What are you allergic to?

What kinds of food do you like?

What kinds of food remind you of home?

Do you ever cook for yourself?

What food and ingredients do you think a kitchen should be stocked with?

What's your social security number?

What do you do to try to stay active?

Do you enjoy spending time outdoors?

What's your phone's password?

What was your least favorite food as a kid?

How tall are you?

Do you have a favorite sport?

Does white noise help you sleep?

What color is your shirt?

Do you think you could fall in love with your secret admirer?

What's a skill you're proud of?

What position do you sleep in?

Do you sleep near any windows?

Do you keep a spare key outside your door? If so, where do you leave it?

Are you a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper?

When you wake up in the middle of the night, how long does it take you to fall back to sleep?

What’s the best joke you’ve ever heard?

What’s the last thing that made you cry?

What are your top five movies that you can watch over and over?

Is there a hobby you’ve always wanted to try?

How well do you handle boredom?

How's your pain tolerance?

Can you do your own laundry?

Are you into bondage?

Have you ever fantasized about being with a secret admirer?

Are you a good liar?

Have you ever been handcuffed before?

Did you grow up in a large house?

What's a topic you always love to talk about?

What part of your body is most sensitive to pain?

What's your phone's operating system?

Do you have any allergies or medical conditions that might cause complications with long term sedation?

How loudly can you scream?

How long would it take for your spirit to break if you were locked in a room with no hope of getting out?

What’s your funniest relationship dealbreaker?

Do you ever think about your beliefs and how they’ve changed over time?

Does your phone have GPS tracking enabled?

How hard is it to get you to consent?

What’s your favorite holiday?

What's your favorite type of pain to receive?

What’s your favorite midnight snack?

Would you rather your secret admirer dressed up or dressed down for when you meet her?

What’s your latest guilty pleasure?

Do you have an oral fixation?

Coffee or tea?

Are you trained in self-defense?

What’s your biggest fear?

Do you have any tips for time management?

What are some difficult lessons you’ve learned from past relationships?

Do you think your face would look good on a missing poster?

If you could live in any movie, which one would it be?

What’s your idea of a perfect vacation?

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

How much pain could you take before you stopped resisting?

What was your first job?

What makes you feel better when you're stressed?

How do you feel about making life-changing decisions on a whim?

What’s one thing you’re deeply passionate about?

What would you choose if you had to choose one meal to eat for the rest of your life?

Do you like meeting new people?

Is there anything you’re afraid you won’t accomplish?

What’s number one on your bucket list?

Does high humidity mess with your skin or hair?

What's the longest amount of time you've spent alone?

Do you believe that negative reinforcement works?

Do you find basements or attics cozier to spend time in?

What's the longest you've gone without eating?

Do you love me?

How much do you love me?

Do you think that love requires sacrifice?

If I kidnapped you and kept you in my basement would you still love me?

Does your therapist do telehealth?

[thehanalia]

THE SUBTLE ART OF BECOMING FINANCIALLY FREE IN 2024 💸 🎀 ྀིྀི

Hey girlies, Hanalia is back, ready to dive into some real talk about achieving financial freedom. No fluff, just hardcore truths to help you grow and secure your future like the badass queens you are.

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˖⁺‧₊ It's not just about earning money; it's about how you invest it. Our aim is growth, and often, you need income to invest in yourself. ˖⁺‧₊

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3. Crush Debt: Debt can feel overwhelming, trust me, I've been there. But facing it head-on is how you break free. Start with the high-interest stuff, make a plan, and stick to it like your future depends on it—because it does.

˖⁺‧₊ Debt can feel like quicksand, but you're no damsel in distress. The sooner you free yourself from debt, the sooner you'll have more money to build your empire.˖⁺‧₊

4. Invest Wisely: Investing isn't just for the rich. Start small, educate yourself, and build your portfolio. I've learned that the sooner you start, the more your money can grow over time. It's about making your money work for you, not the other way around.

˖⁺‧₊ PS. Forget the lottery mentality. Real wealth is built through smart investing. Educate yourself on stocks, bonds, real estate—whatever piques your interest. Start small, diversify, and let your money work for you.˖⁺‧₊

5. Build Multiple Streams of Income: Oh my osh! I cannot stress enough the importance of this! Your 9-to-5 isn't your only option. I've hustled with side gigs, freelancing—you name it. Multiple streams of income give you security and freedom. Don't limit yourself—explore what lights you up and brings in the cash.

6. Protect Yourself: Life's unpredictable, but you can be prepared. Having health insurance and an emergency fund can be lifesavers. It's about peace of mind and knowing you're covered, no matter what.

˖⁺‧₊ Get health insurance, build an emergency fund, and consider long-term savings like retirement plans.˖⁺‧₊

7. Own Your Future: Financial freedom isn't an end goal; it's a mindset. It's about having choices and the power to live life on your terms. Stay focused, stay disciplined, and never settle for less than you deserve.

Your money is your shield. Make it stronger, fairly. I completely understand that nowadays there are countless ways to earn income, but always choose the ones that align with your values.

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[localcanadiancreature62]

Filbrick and Caryn Headcanons

Thinking about the other Pines Parents,the ones that indirectly caused the Stans' issues. Filbrick Fuckface and Caryn best mom ever.

CARYN

A loving mother of three sons (Shermie Ford and Stan),and a powerhouse that can and will throw hands if anyone ever messes with her family. She may not be as physically strong as her husband and her youngest son,but she knows how to use a gun and has participated in several self defense classes so she knows how to handle herself out there whenever her family is in trouble (now i'm imagining badass Caryn trying to protect Ford from bullies lol). Sassy lady,Shermie and Dipper got their sass from her (i hc that shermie is a sweet but sassy guy,dipper however is just like that). A liar and a cheat,but with a heart of gold. Just like a certain younger son of hers. She scams and outright gaslights people with her phone psychic sessions but she will choose family no matter what in any situation. Also she used to pickpocket and shoplift as a teen during the Great Depression when money was slow with her parents because of the stock market crash (according to the timeline in my head,Stan's craftiness had to come from somewhere. She had to steal food and money for herself while avoiding getting in trouble for being a flapper dancer (type of rebellious woman in the 1920s).

Caryn used to be a dancer at some pub,doing all sorts of dances from general blues to jazz to even exotic,sensual~ dances if the audience paid her enough. Her performances were outstanding and so beautiful as if the music was flowing through her body. One of these performances,lead to her meeting Filbrick who was so amazed by her moves that he ended up taking her to dinner at age 17 in 1939 while he was 18.

She had always been close to Stan,which is why the man became such a mama's boy who always did her every word and helped her with anything he could manage despite being convinced that he can't do anything of use due to Filbrick's treatment of him. She had always protected her youngest son from everything,including his own father,because she knew that with such a bright light,it was bound to go out eventually with the harshness of the world. She learnt that the hard way herself when she had to live out in the difficult 30s era and thus she was trying to preserve her son's innocence for as long as she could. She loved Ford too,but she put her attention on Stan more as she knew that poor insecure boy needed it more than his older twin brother. Although don't be mistaken,she loves her boys equally and she will fight tooth and nail for all three of them. She and Filbrick always loved each other,very amorously. Although having Shermie and then the Stans along with having to deal with a rough financial situation kinda broke them both. Filbrick barely graduated high school with his father opting to send him to two years of military training rather than letting him finish his schooling while Caryn finished college in New Jersey with an art history degree despite her not finishing high school to term in Russia due to the fact that she had to survive the Soviet Union's tyrannical rule and then later leave before she could,plus her art history degree was basically useless as it wasn't viable for any careers at the time. Both of them couldn't land any jobs for the first few years of the Stans' lives,and it ate up at them. The two used to be close,but now that they have three children to deal with and being too financially unstable to support them all plus Filbrick getting snappier as his dormant anger resurfaced due to his father indirectly causing him to be useless while Caryn starts getting stressed from everything was starting to tear their relationship apart. Both Caryn and Filbrick got angry,at themselves,and each other. They started to have a rocky relationship from the problems stacking up on them plus the fact that they're both getting stressed and snappy from said problems. But they eventually got their shit together after finally managing to set up a business via a small pawn shop while Caryn works as a professional liar with her psychic calls in their 20s. They began doing better in their relationship after this happened and they started to love each other again rather than taking their stress out on one another,although Caryn couldn't let Filbrick's treatment of Stan slide..

She used to be into fashion design jewelry making as well as collecting old cassette tapes that weren't hers (she just stole random cassette tapes for fun,she liked the stories and mysteries that came with them),but now as a full time mother and part time liar,she doesn't have the time to do such things anymore. However now as she's getting old and gray and her sons don't need her anymore,she gets to delve into her old interests again as she's able to tell stories to her great grandchildren about her hobbies and her old flapper dancing career. Caryn is Russian to me. Cuz her surname is "Romanoff" which is a different way of spelling "Romanov",a Russian last name. She used to have a slight Russian accent when she was younger. She is currently 90+ years old as she was born in 1922 in the timeline i made up. Her mother Winona Romanoff was the kindest and sweetest woman she ever knew,she was always supportive kind as well as helpful in every way,she was a very accommodating mother that was lenient and let Caryn do whatever she wanted because she wanted to support her daughter and give her room to grow while also always being there for her. However this also made her a pushover as she helped literally anyone and everyone even if it was difficult,people often asked favors of her because of this. Winona's kindness inspired Caryn to love as deeply and as unconditionally as her,even when said kindness lead to her downfall. Winona died in the Great Purge aka one of the horrible genocide events that happened during the Soviet Union which was initially used to pick off any political opponents but it eventually escalated to killing off innocent civilians as they got accused of staging coups and such,it was in her nature to not fight back as she always wanted things to be peaceful and so she didn't deny that she staged a coup against Stalin even when she knew that accusation wasn't true,she later got shot to death in some labor camp a week later even after she told Caryn that she'd be back before she knew it. Caryn knew that something was up but she didn't dare to look into her mother's case as she might be next after the current unstable government thinks that she's doing something suspicious,plus she was only 14 years old when Winona got killed (great purge started in 1936) and so she didn't have the mental energy to do that when she needed to grieve her mother. She got by via selling her homemade jewelry and dresses. Caryn then moved away to America at 16 soon after realizing that it's unsafe to stay in her home country regarding how the Soviet Union has ruined it with their government practices and she ended up in New Jersey where she gave into the flapper lifestyle as well as where she met Filbrick. She always supported Shermie and Ford's interests,no matter how strange they were. With Ford's obsession with the sciences and Shermie's eye for the performing arts,Caryn knew that her sons were going to become extremely successful one day if they put their minds to honing their craft. She gave Shermie advice on how to make his lines sound more natural after reading a guide book on theater for him while pointing out that Ford's equation needed another variable as she tried to keep up with her genius son despite not being nearly as smart as him with her streetwise skills. She also supported Stan's interests in comics and art,but it seems that Filbrick's harsh words about how art is useless and that it won't get people anywhere career wise were stronger than her steadfast support as Stan ended up quitting drawing in his teens. Caryn had Shermie when she was 25,and then the Stans when she was 30. Neither her nor Filbrick were ready to become parents,but they were too into their bedroom activities to consider protection. Caryn had a good chance of being a good mother due to her having a great woman as a role model when it came to parenting,but Filbrick didn't. He had an asshole for a father and that greatly affected how he treated the Stans,which is why Caryn and Filbrick often clashed in their views of how to raise their own sons.

She feels bad for not protecting Stan and Ford enough. She wanted to use herself as a shield for Filbrick's harsh words and outbursts toward Stan,and be Ford's protector whenever he was being bullied by horrible children who ridiculed him for his fingers as well as nerdiness,but the times were difficult as she had to deal with helping Filbrick keep the family business afloat as their financial situation wasn't getting any better plus she decided to leave Shermie to take care of them instead in order to ease the load on herself. Although she regrets not being there for them as she soon realized just how bad her twin boys had it when Stan and Ford explained their lives when they visited Post Weirdmaggedon. Ford felt unwelcome in his own hometown as he went to seek out some place where he felt he belonged in the form of Gravity Falls while also feeling like no one but Stan (and later Bill) understood him,while Stan grappled with self hatred for years all because of Filbrick's shitty parenting. Caryn literally cried after knowing this,knowing that she failed as a mother when her boys suffered this much. However Stan and Ford reassure her that it's okay and that they got over those issues with the help of their family,then the family hug together.

FILBRICK

Terrible father of three,hated by everyone except Mabel.

I was strongly convinced by him being a horrible asshole that didn't care based on how the show implied how bad Stan had it with him,but writing Filbrick differently in aus kinda made me think that it's actually more complicated than that. I believe that he was actually abused himself under the guise of being trained by his own father to be tougher when the man was deadass using him as a punching bag,which is why he ended up extending that treatment to the Stans. Especially Stan,as he knew that Ford could make it. However,he also tried to fix Ford too due to him being pretty scrawny and weak but he soon realized that his brains will be enough.

This man is a heavy smoker,which explains why Stan has such a raspy voice. He made his son smoke with him at times,and he threatened to smack him if he didn't. But Stan got too into it to the point of his voice forming a permanent rasp (filbrick actually regretted this,as he secretly didn't want his kids to take up his bad habits).

Filbrick's anger issues are Terrible. They weren't as bad when he was younger and only had Caryn his beautiful flapper girlfriend to worry about but now that he has three kids his own issues as well as his still wavering financial situation to worry about,his dormant anger started to resurface. In fact,both of the Stans ended up inheriting his irritable personality but in different ways (Stan gets mad whenever people spite him or hurt his family/family hurts him,Ford gets mad due to his ego).

He died from a heart attack at the age of 60 (i was actually thinking about Ford's death here lmao. "you will die of a heart attack at the age of 92"),a month after the moment Ford got sucked into the portal. Good riddance,sort of (i feel bad for him).

Imagine Stan going to both his own funeral and his dad's,complicated feelings~.

His thoughts about Shermie and the Stans,Surface level and Real ones; Surface level - Shermie is a useless weirdo obsessed with theater and one that is too emotional to make it out there as a hollywood big shot like he wants,Stan is a good for nothing dumbass nuisance who may be strong but too reliant on his brother and his skills as a swindler to truly be successful,Ford is the only son that i believe in and the one that i know can be a better man than i am. Real thoughts - Shermie is so unique and bright,he could make it out there if he wasn't so sensitive,if only i had the skills to bring out his creativity and say that he needs to work on getting thicker skin without damaging my relationship with him. Stan is a lot like me,a meathead with a big heart but one that the world keeps bringing down with it's drama and problems and general harshness,i wish i could give him the same treatment that his mother gives him,but i'm too deep into my own issues with MY father to even try. Ford may be weak and scrawny,but his brilliant mind will bring him to the top,i know it,but i wish i could have tried to spend more time with him. With all of my sons,giving them more interactions besides yelling and abuse...

Before his untimely death,Filbrick wrote a letter to the Shermie and the Stans detailing how he was sorry and explaining why he was so hard on Shermie and Stan. Because he knew that he didn't have much time left with his smoking leading to his lungs getting weaker plus his anger issues causing him to develop coronary heart disease,but he wanted to at least give his children closure before he went down to his fiery punishment (yeah i hate him. he's going to hellll). He made Caryn keep it in a box somewhere Post Weirdmaggedon,as it was for the time that their boys visit. (i did this cuz i wanted Filbrick to die a painful death as some sort of karmic punishment for what he did to the Stans,but also i want the man to at least have some closure and let his children know that he did love them,repairing their relationship with him even in his death).

He actually used to work at the pub next to the one where Caryn had her performances as some janitor boy in order to pay the bills to his rickety apartment. He crashed at adult pubs and bars often when he was an 18 year old delinquent rascal in order to drink because he was bored,which is why he ended up working at the Charming Martini pub to drink more conveniently at longer hours without getting kicked out and then he later started to work at the Lustrous Lounge where Caryn danced so that he had an excuse to spend more time with her.

He is only a stone faced and hardly expressive person due to the fact that his father forced him to not show any emotion,as expressing his feelings were considered weak for a hardened man of war like him. This ideology was taught to him in high school,at the ripe age of 13,and it was basically beat into him as the bright chipper as well as mischievous child that he used to be turned into a stoic warrior with hidden anger issues underneath his unemotional gaze.

Filbrick's anger issues stem from his horrible father Franklin Pines,who was a veteran and a very troubled man with a history of getting into fights or beating people into submission for the fun of it. Franklin was sent to military camp at 14 because his own father didn't want anything to do with him as he came to be from a quick fling,which is why he was taught military ideals from a young age and by the time he was old enough to have Filbrick (19),he wasn't able to let go of them anymore. The man was hazed and abused by his own father,making him swallow pills whole without water water boarding him slapping him in the face repeatedly making him do pushups for two days straight without any breaks and so many more atrocious hazing rituals. Franklin did this both as a form of bonding (apparently people do this as bonding in real life military camps) and as punishment,because he didn't know any other way to do such things nor did he ever consider it was wrong as he thought it was normal. Franklin was also quite strict as he didn't let him go out any longer than 5pm because then there wouldn't be any time for training,plus he made him eat vegetable gruel instead of actual meals in order to prepare him for the real military where that's the only thing served. Franklin was doing this because he planned to send his own son to the military in order to make him a real man like his father did (he thought that his dad did that to fix him,but really it was just to abandon him). All of this intense treatment made Filbrick rightfully angry as he was never given a normal childhood and he couldn't even do anything about it as he would just get smacked again if he ever tried to go against his father,which is why he held onto a dormant anger for years until he finally escaped from his crazy father at 18,going from Nebraska to New Jersey on a train as he sneaked out at 3pm before his curfew. He was finally able to have a peace of mind after being able to experience a normal life without the thought of constant training and hazing haunting him,and his anger issues settled for a bit as he got to feel calm in the considerably more peaceful of his shitty but cozy apartment rather than his father's trailer park van/mini military camp. Besides his father shaping him to be such a horrible person with skewed views on things,he can actually be quite loving and caring when he wants to as evident in how gentle as well as amorous he treated Caryn. He has a big heart,but it has been hardened by years of abuse and literal torture. He can't bring himself to be as gentle with the Stans,as he doesn't know how and his father's outdated ideals are all he knows. Filbrick made sure to not make his own children go through the torturous treatment that his father made him experience,although the ideals of strength and being a real man stuck to him which is why he was so hard on Stan and Shermie. Stan is a lot like him,a meathead with a big heart but one that the world keeps bringing down with it's drama and problems and general harshness while Shermie is the exact opposite of him with him being emotional and scrawny and too nice for his own good.

[otomemer]

So, due to the period tracker feature added to LADs, Twst fans on Twitter had been talking about what if Twst also has a period tracking feature while some were just talking about how the boys would react to you having a period in general.

So here are my thoughts on how my top favorite boys would react to you having your period:

Oh bless Deuce's heart. This boy is a bit clueless, but he tries his best to understand. Everything he knows are the basic stuff that's thought in school (that someone with a uterus usually menstruates monthly and that it comes with mood swings, cramps, acne along with the bleeding out of their vagina). He's also heard of the stereotypical stuff that help menstruating people feel better. And ngl, I think he'd go and ask his mom what to do (he's a little embarrassed but his mom is proud that her son is this thoughtful towards his s/o). He'd come back to you later on with painkillers, different kinds of pads and tampons, your favorite snacks, a hot water bottle and would offer himself to give you cuddles. He's really the best boyfriend ever.

Trey is definitely Mr. Husband Material. He hates seeing you suffer so he'd do everything to make you feel better. Honestly, if he can take the pain away from you and experience it himself so you wouldn't have to suffer, he would do it. But, since he can't, he'll just devote himself to taking care of you until you feel better. You'll be spoiled as hell with sweet pastries that he made himself (or if you're not into sweet stuff, he can also make your favorites - anything for you).

Crewel he just knows when it's coming. He probably has a period tracker app on his phone to keep track of your period (he also uses it to.. aheam.. prevent some little accidents when you two get intimate). He is busy so he wouldn't be always there to look after you but rest assured that he has all your stuff ready to make your life easier during that time of the month.

Lilia has lived long enough and has been with enough uterus havers probably to understand what to do to help you out. Though the times have changed, some practices have long been outdated, forgotten and disproved to be helpful, so he tries his best to stay updated on the latest information on how to help someone when they're menstruating. Just.. don't ask him to cook food for you and you'll be fine.

A lot of people on twt said that Jamil won't accept you choosing to take a break instead of doing your usual thing on your period but I honestly think he'd be so sweet and considerate. He's always been great at taking care of people, especially, you but his treatment is always more special on your time of the month. And he's so sweet too because he would offer to give you cuddles or massages.. or if you need him to get you something from the store, he would do it. Just give him a call and he's at your service.

I think Vil is one of the most prepared for your period among my favorites. He has everything prepared even before your first day, and makes sure to keep them in stock so you two wouldn't have to worry about running around to buy stuff when you need it. He's a little strict in terms of diet and exercise, often would encourage you to eat healthy food and do some yoga with him (if you can) because those have been known to help alleviate period cramps. Yes, he'd be annoyed to see you sneaking in some unhealthy food but he wouldn't really scold you for craving them.. not when you're most emotional.

[monkey-overalls]

Madoka Magica Headcanons!

I’m also posting a drawing of the Holy Quintet (which will go up immediately after this), but I wanted to write some headcanons for each of them to go with it! I was originally going to put them under “Read More” on the drawing, but I eventually settled on separating the two because of how long the document got hahah.

Sexualities: Madoka, Kyoko, and Homura are all lesbians, Sayaka is bisexual, and Mami is demiromantic-pansexual.

Gender Identities: Madoka is a trans girl (she/her), Sayaka is a demigirl (she/they), and Kyoko, Mami, and Homura are all cis girls.

Height Order (tallest to shortest): Mami (by far), Sayaka, Homura, Madoka, Kyoko

🩷 Madoka 🩷

Loves cheesy romance movies, especially if they’re also coming-of-age stories. As long as they have a happy ending, Madoka will sit through any crappy flick (or an entire marathon of them). Mami joins her most of the time.

As Madokami, she has shimmering star freckles.

Started incorporating more purple into her wardrobe after becoming friends with Homura. At first this was unintentional, but upon noticing it, Madoka leaned even further into the new color scheme, especially after the two got together.

💙 Sayaka 💙

Once tried to learn the violin to impress Kyosuke, but her highly self-critical nature prevented her from going far. She thought he’d find her lackluster performance embarrassing.

100% had a crush on Madoka at some point, and only fully realized it once she came to terms with her feelings for Kyosuke. In some timelines she continues to pine for Madoka, while in others she starts falling for Kyoko instead. Maybe they form a polycule in another timeline or two (they do, they definitely do).

Despite what she may say, Sayaka (taken by the Law of Cycles) can never truly bring herself to hate Homura. She can’t help but empathize with her struggles and her descent into despair, as Sayaka remembers each and every time she hurt herself and the people around her out of sadness and anger.

❤️ Kyoko ❤️

Has burns running down her arms from when she tried to save her family from the fire started by her father. As far as I know, it’s never explicitly stated how exactly he went about killing them, but taking into account all of of the fire symbolism surrounding Kyoko and the imagery of her father’s head turning into a shattering lantern, I’m going to go with arson.

Doesn’t actually like tea all that much, but for a while she drank it at Mami’s apartment to be polite—after all, food is how Kyoko shows she cares about others. Mami caught on pretty quickly, however, and now stocks hot chocolate with mini marshmallows specifically for her.

In timelines where Mami dies, Kyoko squats in her apartment until police eventually catch on to her disappearance. From there, Kyoko moves in with Sayaka… until, you know.

💛 Mami 💛

Sleeps with a massive pile of stuffed animals so she never feels lonely. She’s never gotten rid of a single one, and, knowing this, her friends’ go-to gift for her is another plushie to add to her collection.

The beauty mark on her cheek is fake; she paints it on every morning.

In timelines where she and Nagisa live (including Homura’s rewritten world) they live together in Mami’s apartment. Their favorite activity is playing board games. Mami always lets Nagisa choose, and they love going out to search for more.

💜 Homura 💜

Constant eye bags. This girl never sleeps. Even before the time loop she suffered from extreme insomnia, which only worsened as her mental state declined. Mami gives her tea to help her sleep better, which helps a little but not enough to give her a healthy schedule.

Never takes Madoka’s ribbon off, even when she sleeps. The only exception is when she washes her hair, because that would obviously ruin it.

Has a secret sweet tooth that only Kyoko knows about (she hooks her up with the best sweets). Homura likes to present herself as a “one black coffee” type of girl, when in reality she could never drink a cup without a substantial amount of sugar.

[trekbait]

Must see things on DS9 while on shore leave!

Deep Space 9, simultaneously the most important military outpost in the Alpha Quadrant and the most popular shopping mall this side of Freecloud, has rapidly become a Shore Leave destination to rival Risa. This is your guide to making the most of your leave!

The Promenade

The hub of the station is the Promenade where you can view the station’s many stores. You’ve got gift shops, a tailors to dress up for a night out, the Jumja stick stand, Bat'leth’s R Us and the bowling alley. As far as food or drinks, you’ve travelled around the quadrant in seconds! Choose from Bajoran, Bolian, Klingon, Vulcan, the replimat, and of course Quark’s which we will come back to soon. 

Can’t I just replicate all of this, you ask? Sure but cosplaying ancient capitalism is a hobby so many Federation citizens enjoy these days. Just remember to bring some currency and brush up on the terms you need to “haggle” and “gamble” before you go so you don’t look like an “easy mark” (Have you got advice on how to spend currency? Leave a comment!). If you’re looking for handmade “unreplicated” items, however, get your purchase externally verified before parting with your chosen medium of exchange.

If you’re not someone into aesthetic scarcity, there’s more to do! Opposite Quark’s is the Bajoran temple where you can take in a slice of Bajoran culture. After all, they’ll soon be a Federation member! If your captain has been savvy in scheduling your visit, you may even get a chance to see the Gratitude Festival. Finally, fans of the first Ferengi in Starfleet may want to find a spot opposite Quark’s and dangle their feet over the edge. Enjoy the ambience of Commander Nog’s favourite spot before security moves you along.

Watching the Wormhole

You may be wondering why we didn’t point out the best spot to see the wormhole on the promenade. Well, that’s because the best spot isn’t on the promenade. Every insider knows to head to a vacant upper pylon (our favourite is number 2). Up there you’ll get a beautiful view of what the Bajorans call the “Celestial Temple”. Maybe you’ll have a religious awakening? 

Don’t forget, they say that if you see the wormhole open, you get to make a wish. I guess the dockmaster at DS9 must be a very lucky person by now.

Ops

The nerve centre of DS9 is off duty to casual visitors (such as young ensigns on shore leave) but since the war ended tours have been scheduled twice a day. Visitors will be shown around Ops by a member of the crew and told stories about the events that happened there. You will also get to see inside the station commander’s office including Sisko’s famous baseball. If you’re lucky you’ll catch a glimpse of Colonel Kira! The wait list is very long so book ahead.

Note that holo imagers are not permitted in Ops and the tour may be cancelled at short notice in the event of an emergency situation. For a more in-depth experience, see the “Ops: Battle Stations!” holosuite programme in Quark’s which recreates various dramatic battles from the station’s history.

Quark’s

This isn’t just any Quark’s, it’s the original Quark’s! A bar so good it’s spread across the quadrant like Caitan nip. It’s got drinks, live music, auctions, a Dabo wheel (with some very good-looking Dabo girls and guys to help you part with your currency) and some amazing holosuites (with none of the content filters recently applied to Starfleet Holodecks). This is also the spot where Captain Sisko punched Q!

Those looking for something special should ask after Quark’s private stock. It comes at a premium, but who can turn down some Aldebaran whiskey? Share a glass with Morn who is renowned for regaling fellow patrons with war tales. Meanwhile, Ensigns who have studied under Professor O’Brien at Starfleet Academy might also be looking out for his famous dart board. It’s located just to the left of the bar and you can try it out yourself! See if you can beat O’Brien and Doctor Bashir’s high scores!

Speaking of O’Biren and Bashir, check out Vic’s Lounge in the holosuites. This recreation of an old Earth club was so popular among the crew of DS9 that Bashir kept it running 26 hours a day. The eponymous Vic himself, the proprietor, is a sentient hologram much like Voyager’s EMH. So speak freely and enjoy the vibe of old Earth.

Don’t forget to stop in the gift shop on your way out! 

The Tribble Experience

Something away from the promenade is a Tribble cafe, opened in a cargo bay after the crew of the Defiant brought back the one-extinct Tribble from the 23rd century. Realising they could stop its spread by ensuring they were away from any food supply they managed to relocate the tribbles away from the promenade to a cargo bay. 

Lacking a better idea, they opened an “experience” where you get to pet, play with and roll around a cargo bay with several hundred tribbles. Their cute purrs will calm even the most nervous disposition!

Please note they have a strict no-food policy for all visitors. Anyone inadvertently bringing food into the Tribble Experience will be held legally liable for all the Tribble offspring that result as well as any containment or cleanup costs the station incurs.

Dukat’s Ghost

Several years back, the crew on DS9 triggered a Cardassian self-defense mechanism built into the main computer designed to suppress a Bajoran uprising. While the station locked down and attempted to kill its now Cardassian-free inhabitants messages of the old prefect, Gul Dukat (yes, that Dukat), played on monitors across the station. 

After the program was purged, a bug remained in the system. Head down to level 32, section H. Stand outside the cargo bay there and turn right. Walk to the next junction then left, right then straight on for 12 meters. On your left you’ll see a flickering display screen. At 12 minutes past the hour, every hour, an automated message from Dukat to his Bajoran workers will play. However, the audio generation gets spliced with the general communication system of the station so you’ll get a unique presentation from Dukat. We stayed for 3 hours and heard these;

“Bajoran Workers, I will learn to live with it. Because I can live with it. I can live with it.”

“Bajoran Workers, it is said that in the right hands the Mercury Stone has the power to cleanse the land of evil and bring prosperity to all.”

“Bajoran Workers, come to Quark’s, Quark’s is fun, come right now, don’t walk, run!”

Enjoy your stay on DS9 and remember to leave a review on FourQuad.

[hxney-lemcn]

Scavenger — Farmworld! Finn Mertens x gn! reader

summery: After Finn saved their life, reader becomes a family friend of the Mertens. What happens when the family becomes too accustomed to their presence?

tw: mentions of blood and injury (nothing too descriptive but it's there). hurt/comfort. this is gn! but I couldn't find a good term for a gn! parent...but you can choose what they call you :)

a/n: I am so down bad for Farmworld Finn that it brought me out of my hole and got me writing again lmao. So enjoy

wc: 1.9k

Master List

The sun beat down heavily as I ventured from stall to stall. I shifted my scarf to better cover my shoulders from the sunlight. I was a scavenger. I explored the desolate lands that were already looted as is and took any interesting trinkets I could manage to find. I’d trade it for food or any other things I needed, then I’d head out of the city to the Merten's household. It was a lineup I ended in a long time ago. 

Years ago, I found myself attacked by a group of mutant coyotes while on a hunt. I fought them off the best I could, but ended up wounded in return. I cursed myself for not carrying more medical supplies. I cleaned and wrapped my wounds to the best of ability, but I knew I needed to head back to the city. The walk back felt longer than I remembered, and suddenly in my slightly dazed mind, I realized I wasn’t aware of my surroundings. 

Scavenging was a dangerous practice. You had to be aware of your surroundings at all times, because for all you knew you were on some gang territory and you’d be dead or seriously injured. I myself didn’t join any gang, I worked alone. Which may seem dumb, but I find that you’re not too much safer in any gang than alone. They’re all selfish and only seem to care for themselves. Even without gangs, you have to be aware of wildlife, as everything has become more dangerous. Not to mention stocking up. You can’t bring too much with you, not that there’s much supplies anyways, but if you bring too little you might as well be dead.

I kept walking, trying to gather in my surroundings. Blood started to drip down my arm, my wound having been poorly bandaged. I tried to stay calm as the pain was pounding throughout my body, hoping glob would look down on me with pity and bring me someone who would help. 

I couldn’t stop the pained yelp as I absentmindedly brushed against a thorny bush. My chest constricted as the world started to spin, stars invading my vision. If this was how I ended…it would honestly be really sad. I kept walking until I stumbled to the ground. Perhaps I should rest. I leaned back against a tree, focusing on breathing properly. The swirling got worse as I heard a branch being broken. I took out my dagger, looking around, which only made everything worse.  

I closed my eyes hard, trying to correct my vision. If I’m dying, I’m going down fighting. More rustling was heard and I quickly opened my eyes, only to see a man in front of me. He was tall, fit, and had one prosthetic arm. I don’t remember seeing him in any gangs, I would remember since he definitely stands out. I can only hope he’ll be merciful.

“Please…help,” I whispered out before I finally fell unconscious. 

That was how I met Finn Mertens.

Merciful he was. Him and his children helped nurse me back to health, and in return, I helped around the house where I could. At first, Finn didn’t want me doing anything, but I insisted that I wasn’t going to be a burden on this already large family. So he agreed I could help the kids with small house chores. It felt embarrassing when he told his oldest kid, Jay, to keep an eye on me. 

When I was nearly fully healed, I thanked the family, and promised to visit and bring them something for their kindness. Finn seemed a bit weary, but didn’t protest. 

Which led to now. I’ve grown quite close to the family. When I’m out scavenging, I can’t help but search for toys or items the kids would enjoy, or possibly even Finn…but he’s a bit hard to please. When in the city, I trade for items that I know will help them out, and in return, they allow me to stay for as long as I need to. It's a nice symbiotic relationship. 

I smiled as I finally approached the house. I managed to get some really good meat, and I was even thinking of cooking something for the family. I only hope Finn doesn’t react too badly to the proposition. I understand how the soup they’ve been eating means a lot to them, and I hope I’m not overstepping, but I also know how they must want to try something different.

I knocked on the door, hoping it would be Finn answering so I could talk to him about the meal first. It seemed like glob really was on my side as Finn stood on the other side.

“You know you don’t have to knock anymore,” Finn greeted.

I looked off to the side a bit embarrassed, “I know but I still feel awkward about it.” I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things, but I swear he slightly smiled. 

“Come in,” He motioned. 

“Oh!” I exclaimed, almost forgetting what I was gonna ask due to his handsomeness. “Hey I was wondering-”

I was cut off by a chorus of the younger kids calling out my name.

“Hey guys,” I smiled, setting my sack on the kitchen counter. “I gotta talk to your dad real quick okay? Then I’ll come and see what you’re up to.”

“Okay!” They cheered, pushing each other slightly as they ran off. 

I turned back to Finn who was already looking at me, I felt shy under his gaze. It was held with a warmth I normally only see him look at his kids with. I opened my sack revealing the cut of meat I got.

“I was wondering if it would be okay to cook something for dinner,” I finally said, keeping my eyes down. It was silent for a few seconds which put me a bit on edge, “I don’t mean to overstep or anything, I totally understand if you want to stick to the stew. I can just add the meat to that-”

“Okay.”

I looked up at him in shock, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “I can help.”

My heart stuttered, not expecting him to let me cook in the first place, let alone help. “O-okay!” I slightly stuttered, feeling a warmth enveloping me at the situation. “Do you have any seasonings?”

At first it was only Finn and I cooking, but slowly, the kids started joining as well. Some came when I didn’t come find them like I promised earlier, others enticed by the smell of something other than stew. It was nice, a big family bonding moment. 

I think that's what kept drawing me back. Not only did I find Finn to be handsome, but his family was such a welcoming one. I wasn’t a fan of children, I didn’t really have any experience with them. Growing up in a wasteland, children meant more mouths to feed. And I was never really focused on finding love or making a family. I had to look after myself. I didn’t have land, or any prestige. Just a scavenger looking for their next meal. 

So being tended to and cared for by five children was a bit of a shock. I got to know them on a personal level and my aversion to children seemed to vanish. I was awkward around them at first, but I learned how to treat them, and soon I found myself wanting to be there for them. The domesticity of it all warmed me in a way I thought was impossible. It made me forget that the world was unforgiving, that there was still good in the world. 

“Dinner is served,” I stated proudly, seven plates of food set on the table.

“Thanks (momma/daddy),” Bonnie thanked absentmindedly before digging in.

I felt myself tense, looking over to Finn who also seemed tense. Oh glob please tell me I didn’t do something wrong. I mean her calling me as her parent wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t want to seem like I was replacing their beloved mother. Nothing was said as the children ate without worry. Jay tried to talk about something he found, and I tried replying like I wasn’t sweating bullets, but I think he felt the tension too. 

Once dinner was finished, I went to wash the dishes, wanting to avoid any thought of what just happened. If I pretend like nothing happened, it never did…yup. It didn’t help that after everyone was finished eating (which was very quick), Finn just walked out the door. 

“Hey,” Jay popped in. 

“Hello,” I replied, putting the dish to the side to be rinsed.

Without saying anything, he helped rinse the dishes. It was like that for a minute before he finally said something, “You’ve become a member of our family. We still love our mother…but you’ve helped bring back something she left. Dad’s been a lot happier…Neptr’s been learning a lot more with the gadgets you bring him. Stormo’s gotten a lot stronger with the basic defense you teach him. Fern found that he loves nature through what you’ve taught him in the forest. Bonnie loves having someone to play with. And…you’ve helped me with…my thing…”

“How’s Little D been?” I asked with a soft smile.

“Good,” Jay blushed slightly. “I know Dad is still struggling with Mom’s passing…but you’re good for this family. So…please don’t leave.”

I looked over to him in shock, “Leave? Oh Jay, I’m not leaving. I just…don’t want to seem like I’m replacing her. And ultimately, the decision is up to your father. I mean…if he deems…I don’t know, that I’ve become too close, or…I know I’m just overthinking. I just don’t want to upset anyone.”

“You’re not upsetting anyone,” Finn’s voice rang out from behind us. I felt myself flustered in embarrassment at the fact he heard about my worries. Jay took it as his queue to leave and I turned around to face the man I was slightly avoiding. Finn motioned me to follow him and we sat in the living room, the kids being occupied by their own interests.

“I’m…sorry if I made you feel that way earlier,” Finn apologized, staring into the fireplace. 

“It’s not your fault,” I laughed nervously. “You know how I get.” His gaze fell onto me, and the pure emotion in his eyes made me melt.

“I’ve come to realize just how important you are to our family, how important you are to me,” He continued. My heart melted even worse when he called his family ours. “...I…” He seemed to struggle with what he was trying to communicate.

I slid closer to him, putting my hand over his gently. Our fingers intertwined and suddenly the room felt really warm. I think I know what he’s trying to imply, but I want to be 100% sure. We sat like that for a few minutes, letting him think of the right way of saying what he wanted to. 

“Would you stay, and officially become a part of our family?” He asked, the lightest tint of pinks covering his cheeks. 

“Are you asking me to marry you?” I blurted out, feeling my own cheeks warm at the thought. Although we never officially courted or dated…I wouldn’t be opposed. 

“We can take things slow if you’d rather.”

Leaning over, I kissed his cheek, “I think we’ve been going pretty slow.”

…

“Good job Bonnie,” Jay whispered, handing her a fruit he got from the city as they watched their dad and new parent finally come together.

[swampstew]

Eustass Kid, G-51 ~ Cock Cage

Summary: Modern monster AU; Kid as a Barghest - a mythical, monstrous black dog with large teeth and claws in Scottish lore. Your bratty boyfriend lost a bet and is dragging his feet to deliver. You make him choose. Kid never responded to authority well.

Warnings: I'm not even sorry for how long this took me, I don't think I'll ever write anything that can top this. WHEW. SPICY AF. Eustass Kid as a Barghest and female reader, long term established relationship. Domming Kid. and it kinda works, cock cage, degradation/humiliation, bdsm dynamics, orgasm denial, oral (Eustass receiving), masturbation (Reader on self), edging, vaginal penetration, and creampie. Word Count: 2.7K

Rolling out from under the covers with an annoyed grunt at having breached his warm cocoon with cool air, Kid shook his ruffled bed head and stumbled out of bed with a curse. On his way out of the bathroom he stubbed his toe, barely biting back a howl.He rapped his knuckles against the doorframe and stomped to the kitchen where Killer handed him a cup of coffee. Exchanging the mug, Killer’s calloused fingers grazed Kid’s palm and let out a static shock.

“FUUUUCCCKKK!” Kid couldn’t help the instinctive spasm of his hand when it happened, sloshing the steaming black liquid over the lip edge, and spilled on his hand and the light colored carpet.

“I FUCKING HATE LIVING IN THIS APARTMENT!” he bellowed.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Killer didn’t look phased. “Don’t blame the apartment, it’s Friday the 13th.”

“HAAH?” Kid looked at the blonde incredulously. “Don’t tell me you believe in that shit?”

Killer pulled back his hair to reveal he was wearing a weathered, denim vest that had Kid’s pack symbol on the back. Pinned on the collar was a small sprig of white heather.

“For good luck. Want my extras? Giving them out to the rest of the crew.”

“No.”

Thunder boomed outside and they could hear the wind blowing so forcefully that the tree next to their second story apartment was getting accosted by branches. With a roll of his eyes, Kid got ready to meet his girlfriend as it stormed. When it lightened up enough, he prepared to leave, opening his umbrella before he walked out the door.

“KID DON’T—” Killer screeched.

Too late. A sharp gust of wind and rain blew through the open hallway-like corridor that led to the stair case, knocking the umbrella clean out of Kid’s hand, tumbling quickly away.

“FUCKS SAKE!”

His day only got worse. No street parking near his girlfriend’s rental forced him to walk two blocks from the parking garage. The sidewalk was full of cracks he tripped over, he walked under a tall ladder with no regard and knocked over painting materials – which he did not stop for – and he kicked a rock that broke someone’s mirror, that he was hounded into paying for repairs.

While the rain had stopped on the drive over, the day still looked dreary. He powered through the walk, trying to reignite his excitement for the alleged surprise that was waiting for him. Reaching her doorway, he took out his copy of the house key and let himself in. Before he could step through the threshold, he was nearly thrown off balance by a startled black cat that dashed from underfoot.

He pinched the bridge of his nose to maintain his composure, not wanting his girlfriend to see him in a shitty mood as soon as he walked in.

“Be right down, stud muffin!” he heard her melodic voice call down from the second story of her cozy place.

“Take your time babe,” he responded. “When did you get a cat?”

“I don’t have a cat!”

“Huh…”

Dismissing the incident, Kid pulled out the candy dish from the fire mantel place and pulled out a joint, waiting for Y/N. He nearly coughed out an inhale when she came down, looking gorgeous in a pair of olive-colored ripped skinny jeans with a casual, pastel purple off-the-shoulder corset top; fishnet stockings were not-so-subtly hidden from the ripped sections. A pair of comfortable kitten heels he had bought her in the past hung off her fingers, a wrapped box sitting in her free hand.

“That fer’me sweetheart?” he stubbed out the joint and tucked it behind his ear. The herbs were mixed with freshly rolled lavender, leaving a pleasant smell in the air.

“Mhm. Since I won the last bet, I get to pick the kink this time,” she gave him a mischievous wink.

“Hope it’s somethin’ good.”

“It’s…something. Probably bittersweet.”

Kid unwrapped the present with an eager smile that fell flat when he opened the lid. Lifting the object out, he inspected the steel cage with trepidation.

“Is this what you asked me to measure my dick for?!”

“Yep!”

“Noooooooooooo please tell me its April fools.”

“It’s Friday the 13th, in October. I won the bet in July. We’ve got a big afternoon ahead of us, go slip it on.”

“UGH why!?”

“It’s part of my fantasy. I don’t bitch when we do what you want to do.”

“I’m having a really bad day already,” he whined.

“You can put it on now in your human form. Or if you keep pouting, I’ll have you wear it in your other form.”

Kid froze. He officially pushed her buttons. Granted, she always allowed him a shit-ton of leeway when he acted out, trying to change her mind to something he wanted to do, but after two and a half years of dating and finally sharing his true heritage with her, she started using his secret as a means to reign him in after too much taking and not enough giving in their relationship.

She called it, play bitch games – win bitch prizes. Making him do whatever it is she wanted to do, but instead of bringing her boyfriend along, she brought her best doggo. Him. She swore that she came up with the idea herself but Kid still believed that Killer, Heat, and/or Wire planted the seed to fuck with him.

Well, his middle name is Petulant.

“Bad boy,” her tone low and stern at his bitchy responses.

He shifted into his true form, a Barghest, with the body of a giant, menacing canine with deadly claws and sharp teeth. A true guard dog. With his ears laid back, Kid let out a huff through his jowls. His coat a gorgeous brindle pattern of black, gold, and red, with a thick mohawk like strip of deep red fur running from between his ears down his spine. His tail fluffy and coarse, hurt like a motherfucker if he whipped you with it. Kid’s eyes maintained their natural amber glow with flecks of orange in the irises.

“How do you plan on explaining a chastity cage on your dog?” Kid growled.

“Who’s gonna notice?” she pulled out a pirate costume from the closet.

His hackles rose, “You planned this didn’t you?” a pissed off bark escaped his jaws.

“Nope. I just know you very well. I kept the receipt to return it if you had shown a crumb of compromise. I picked this horror maze bar crawl because I thought you would think it was cool and have fun. Why do you make this harder than it needs to be?”

Kid hung his head, letting out a short whine that was so high pitched Y/N almost didn’t register it. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to feel the cold metal on my dick.”

“Sorry Tulip, this was custom ordered cause I didn’t think you’d like the other styles.”

“If I wear the cage in my human form do I still need to wear a costume?”

“Ahh yeah, people who dress up can get a round of free shots.”

“Just one round?” he complained. “Ugh what’s my fuckin costume? Wait, what’s your costume?”

“One round per establishment. Limit is 6 though and you get stamped for counting purposes – ANYWAYS – with you as a dog pirate, I’m going as millennial mermaid Princess Ariel,” she twirled on her feet, sparkly purple nail polish on her toes and fingernails. “If you’re in human form, we’ll go as millennial Hercules and Megara!”

“…I’d rather be a monster than a fucking hero.”

Y/N blushed, “That shouldn’t sound as hot as it does when you look like this. Let’s put this on and head to the place.”

As they toured the drink stands and food booths, Kid’s tail twitched every time he felt the lock on his cage swing and glide against the metal. He wasn’t pleased with how sensitive his body already felt with the stupid thing on. It felt snug, especially with the black and yellow patterned shorts Y/N had buttoned him in. Feeling annoyed as hell at the Velcro strapped, fluffy maroon pirate coat that was draped over his back, but short enough to not drag on the ground behind him and didn’t cover all of his mohawk mane. There was an additional Velcro strap that hung off to the side of his flank, two lightweight plushies mimicking a gun and sword to his pirate costume.

A thick, black leather collar with spiky studs was belted around his neck. Two light blue steel tags with yellow rubber trims hung from the collar: his rabies vaccination and his girlfriend’s number to call if he was ever lost; Killer’s number was on the opposite side. A gift from her on their two year anniversary. He swore up and down he hated it, but more often than not, he enjoyed wearing it during sex. Or strapping it over Y/N’s neck.

The memories made him tingle, letting out a low grumble as he felt the first of many waves of arousal as the night wore on. He understood why Y/N chose the outfit she did – casual enough to get away without looking overzealous of the festive month, and flirty enough to do the things she was intentionally doing to fluster him during the date.

It was when Y/N said, “If only you were in your human form, you could be groping me under the table or in between the alleyways and dead end zones,” that Kid’s patience broke and he pulled on his leash.

“Time to go,” he snapped, grabbing the chain leash with his jaw and yanked Y/N behind him. She stumbled in her step as she threw her change in the tip jar, downed her final shot, and grabbed her remaining cup.

“NO PULLING TULIP!”

Kid’s rabid barking could be heard throughout the maze arena.

Y/N’s shoulder was sore by the time they made it back to her home. Unlocking her door, Kid towered over her standing on his hind legs, pushing her through the door. He pinned her to the ground as he kicked the door close, drool falling from his jowl as his eyes looked red and incensed.

“TAKE. IT. OFF.”

With trembling fingers, Y/N unbuttoned the shorts. As they fell away, her eyes zeroed in on the strain behind the cage. Even in dog form, he was intimidating to look at – everywhere. The cage was doing its job perfectly, an angry looking member restrained in its confines.

“No. You didn’t have to drag me home. My shoulder hurts.”

“Y/N,” he warned.

“You’re not in charge tonight Kid. I am. That was the bet. What happened to Eustass Kid keeps his word?”

His body still pinned her down, but he leaned back a little bit to give him space to transform. As his body changed, his costume ripped apart at the seams, falling to either side of him. His bulging muscles were littered with scraps of thread and strips of fabric as his body heaved from how angry he was. Completely naked over her, his hands roughly palmed her body before settling over her shoulder.

Then, with a delicate touch, he began kneading the muscle around the sore area. Using his fingers to help reduce stiffness, gently moving her arm in stretching motions to loosen her muscles up from all the restraining she had attempted to enforce on him. It had been kinda cute, in the moment, only he couldn’t see it through the red he saw. Didn’t really comprehend the pain he was inflicting in his hurry to drag her home.

Her home: where he kept a bag of toiletries, books, an extra tool set, and had recently purchased a small dresser to hold more of his clothes in her room for his extended sleepovers. The latest record being 15 consecutive days. Her home plus him. Maybe their home…one day…

Nah.

He’d build them a palace from the ground up before he’d let them settle in this tiny shed.

Finishing the impromptu massage, Kid pressed his matte painted lips against her neck, slowly kissing up and down her flesh. Lingering every time goosebumps broke out on her skin. Her hands clutched his face and brought him down to her face, kissing him with fiery passion. They made out until they were panting, lipstick smeared across faces, Y/N’s neck littered with small, shallow hickies.

“I’m ready to play a game,” Y/N gasped.

“Which one, doll?”

“The coin toss.”

He grinned, “Sounds fair to me.”

The rules were simple: the reward for calling heads was 5 minutes of head, if tails came up the punishment was the belt had to stay on as Y/N masturbated and he could only watch; the reward for calling tails was one orgasm, and if heads came up, the punishment was edging for 15 minutes, with the cage on.

He won head twice in a row before his time was called, shutting down his ejaculation that was 2 seconds shy of shooting down her throat. The torture of watching Y/N swirl her clit with a vibrator her made her had his balls aching dully.

Then the edging came. Kid laid on his back with a pinched face as he tried with all his might to will his orgasm to come out even with the restraint. Y/N’s slick pussy drooled over the cage, soaking his sensitive skin, making him throb painfully. She slid back and forth on the cage as the edge of the lock pressed against her clit making her cry out as she came again. Kid could feel the pulsing of her core even through the barrier of the steel and he almost wept.

He had the strength to rip it off if he really wanted to. But he was weak for his sweetheart and caved in to her desires. Would do so more often to avoid the calculated torture she was putting him through. Next time just go to the stupid event, he berated himself mentally. The phone timer went off and Kid let out a shaky sigh of relief, tears rolling from the outer edge of his eyes, his eyeliner smudged and leaking with the tears.

“You’re turn to flip, big guy.”

Kid flipped the coin and Y/N caught it.

“I’ll get the key,” she smirked and got up, but not before sliding her pussy over Kid’s face leaving a mess of slick around his mouth and nose, which he eagerly lapped up.

He laid in his position until she came back, gently unlocking the cage. As soon as the two sides left his heated skin and his cock was free to fully swell until it was as hard as the steel that confined him, he flipped Y/N to be under him.

“Let me in,” he husked, prodding his tip between her folds. Bottoming out in one thrust the second she gasped approval.

He jackhammered inside her, eager and feral to release deep inside. She let out incoherent yelps as his hips smacked against the back of her thighs as he hoisted her up by her ass. Curling over her, pushing her legs back into a mating press, balls heavily slapping her ass as they tightened.

Y/N wailed as the position stoked her final orgasm. Clamping down on his cock, Kid’s thrusts became sloppy as he panted and moaned, fucking her through hers before he allowed himself to cum. The final tremors and twitches subsided and he let out a snarl, digging his nails into her arms as he stroked himself with her gummy walls, cumming deep and hard. A creamy ring formed on his cock as he slowed his pumping, finally spent. Instead of pulling out, he clutched his girlfriend to his chest and rolled them over, keeping his cock warm as he rubbed her arms to soothe the crescent shaped dents he made in her skin.

“Hmmm…” he grumbled tiredly as he tucked Y/N over his chest, kissing the top of her head. “Y’know…oddly enough, my bad luck suddenly went away today.”

“Oh yeah? When?”

His painted nails stroked her hair as he thought about how much fun she had, even with him in his monstrous form. “When I was hanging out with you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Awww,” she cooed, shifting to move up his torso, giving his shoulder a light bite, “I love you too Kid.”

14 tiles to go, 35 calls made so far.

[shiningbean]

Yennefer & Tissaia cookie cutter pre-order

Hello folks. New sideblog, but it's me, Bean, your resident supplier of silly Yen and Tissaia things (what silly Yen and Tissaia things you might ask? Well then, head to my etsy shop, there you will find stickers and acrylic charms of them). This time we have: cookie cutters.

1. The items:

Plastic cookie cutters with imprint/stamp, each measures about 5 cm (2 inches) wide. The designs I have planned for Yen and Tissaia:

Samples of cookies made with this type of cookie cutters (photo courtesy of the manufacturer on facebook):

2. Costs & shipping:

Pre-order: 7€ for one cookie cutter or 12€ for the pair, in case of product defects you will get a full refund.

Shipping: the production + shipping to an address of your choosing will take 1-2 months. Exact shipping fees (2€-12€) under the cut*.

3. Sign up:

Write me a chat on tumblr (@shiningbean/@mercisnm) or discord (anhsdo)

Have questions? Read more under the cut:

Why pre-order? Since cookie cutters are much more niche than stickers and keychains, I cannot be certain how many of these I will sell, if at all. Previous interest checks didn't always mean buyer, with pre-order I can be certain interested people would commit to paying for the goods.

How long will this take from pre-order to finished product? The whole process might take up to 2 months (manufacturing: ~1 month, goods' shipment to me: ~2 weeks, goods' shipment to your address: ~2 weeks)

Oh that's a long waiting time, why? Because I don't have these in stock, they are already designed but production hasn't started yet. Also I need them shipped to me first to check for quality before shipping them out to you.

Why do I have to send you money twice? The first fee is the pre-order fee, to make sure you will buy the finished products, and also to finance the whole production of the cookie cutters. The second fee is the shipping fee, you'll pay this so I can ship the cutters to you. For anywhere but Germany the shipping itself costs almost as much as the cutters themselves, so unfortunately I cannot cover this fee for you.

What if the cookie cutters are defective? Once I receive the cutters from the manufacturer and they are defective (don't cut well, don't leave deep enough imprint etc.) then I will not ship them out, you won't need to pay me anything, I will give you a full refund of the pre-order fee.

What if the goods are in order, I just want to opt out? Or I just change my mind? As previously explained, these are quite niche knick-knacks that I don't plan on selling long term, so if you want to opt out once production has started I could only offer a 30% refund (2.5€ for one cutter and 4€ for the pair).

* The goods will be shipped with Deutsche Post/DHL services for: Germany: 2.25€, EU countries: 6.49€, UK and Austria: 8.99€, rest of the world: 11.99€ (tracking for 2.50€ - 4€)

[silvermoon424]

This is nowhere near on the scale of Elfen Lied but that ask you got about it reminded me of one of my favourite anime that I can't recommend to anyone for a number of reasons: Simoun.

It's an anime set in another world where everyone is born female but have various means of choosing their gender depending on which country you live in. Three nations are at war with the nation of Simulacrum sending pairs of young girls to pilot the eponymous vehicles which are literally fuelled by the power of lesbians. It's one of my favourite anime because it has a very nuanced take on things like faith and what it drives people to do sometimes, grief, the effects of war, love and gender identity (and how gender is viewed by authority figures out of one's control). I feel like it had a bit of a delayed egg crack effect on me and helped me come to terms with the fact I wasn't cis. And it also has an absolutely gorgeous soundtrack that has stayed with me for a long time.

Alas it also has: - A relationship with a very questionable age gap - A really icky episode about incest that was frankly very bizarrely handled - One of the main characters almost gets assaulted multiple times - A kind of ugly art style (and you can tell where the budget ran out during some scenes) A youtuber named Midnight Birdie did an excellent analysis of the series and I sincerely hope one day they do a full recap to complement their analysis: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NX4QVM3AG4

okay anon, first of all, I actually met and befriended Midnight Birdie at my local anime con!! We met at a vendor hall booth that stocked tons of magical girl merch and we were gushing about Madoka together, lol (I actually encouraged them to buy a set of artbooks). I only found out later that they’re a Youtuber when they gave me their card, so seeing you recommend one of their videos is wild.

ANYWAY, thanks so much for the video rec! That series indeed sounds like an Elfen Lied situation, lol.

[pilawturkey]

Electronic Maintenance of Commercial Books Starts in Turkey

Electronic maintenance of commercial books unrelated to accounting of the business starts in Turkey. That is a sign of a new era in the field of  Corporate Governance and Commercial in Turkey.

Table of Contents

Introduction

What is Corporate Governance?

Which Companies are Obligatory for Electronic Keeping of Books in Question?

What is meant by System User?

Conclusion

Introduction

The electronic maintenance of commercial books unrelated to accounting of the business has been officially introduced in Turkey. That is declared by the Communiqué in the Official Gazette dated 14 February 2025 and numbered 32813. The present article will analyze long term implications of the regulatory change upon Turkish markets. Turkish business lawyers  should update their corporate governance consulting process because of new developments.

What is Corporate Governance?

Corporate governance encompasses rules, practices, and processes guiding proper management and oversight of a company. Corporate governance encompasses the rules, practices, and processes that guide a company’s management and oversight. Typically, a company’s board of directors holds the responsibility for these activities, which include organizing senior management, overseeing audits, and managing board and general assembly meetings according to both national and international standards.

Regarding more information about how the system operates for corporate governance consulting take a look at our practice area: Corporate Governance

Scope of Electronic Keeping of Commercial Books Companies are now permitted to maintain certain commercial books electronically, provided these books are unrelated to accounting records. Article 2 of the Communiqué designates the following books as eligible for electronic storage:

share ledger [pay defter in Turkish],

board of directors’ resolution book [yönetim kurulu karar defteri in Turkish],

board of managers’ resolution book [müdürler kurulu karar defteri in Turkish],

general assembly meeting book [genel kurul toplantı defteri in Turkish],

negotiation book [müzakere defteri in Turkish].

It means that the aforementioned books will be kept electronically under the new Communiqué by companies for and beyond 2025. 

Which Companies are Obligatory for Electronic Keeping of Books in Question?

Those companies are obligated to electronic keeping of commercial books:

Companies whose incorporation is registered with the Trade Registry as of 1 January 2026

Bankings, financial leasing companies, factoring companies, consumer finance and card services companies, asset management companies, insurance companies, holding companies established as joint stock companies, companies operating foreign exchange kiosks, companies engaged in general retailing, agricultural products licensed warehousing companies, commodity specialization exchange companies, independent auditing companies, surveillance companies, technology development zone management companies, companies subject to the Capital Markets Law numbered 2499 and free zone founder and operator companies.

Companies not included in this mandatory list may voluntarily opt for electronic bookkeeping. However, those choosing to transition to electronic records must obtain a closing certification for their physical books from a local notary. In this case, all books shall be kept in an electronic environment. Companies wishing to voluntarily maintain their commercial books electronically should obtain a closing certification for their physical books before local notaries.

What is meant by System User?

System users play a critical role upon electronic keeping of commercial books. System users are defined by the company management or managing partner managing partners. Therefore a system user can be a member of the management body, one of managing partners or a third party.

Companies are obligated to scrutinize closely and regularly the System user’s transactions and take appropriate steps if necessary for any unintended consequences.

Conclusion

Having regard to the aforementioned considerations, keeping commercial books not related to the accounting of the business electronically is made obligatory for the companies listed above. In summary, the mandatory electronic keeping of specified commercial books marks a significant transformation in corporate governance and regulatory compliance in Turkey. This requirement applies to companies listed in the Communiqué, while others may voluntarily adopt electronic bookkeeping starting July 2, 2025. This regulatory shift is expected to enhance transparency, efficiency, and regulatory oversight, ultimately strengthening corporate governance frameworks in Turkey.

[infinitywhump]

Whumpee is out for the count long-term, recovering slowly from some grievous injury or illness, bedridden and still incredibly weak even now that they’re out of the woods. But they’re getting a visit from someone powerful, someone dangerous (a rival political faction? a superior officer?) — and they can’t afford to show weakness.

In this (sci-fi or fantasy) setting, there exists a short-term, fast-acting stimulant that will get anyone back on their feet, good as new… for a couple of hours, and with a nasty physical toll to be paid after it wears off. Caretaker is against Whumpee taking it, but eventually Whumpee grinds them down into agreement. They simply don’t have a better option.

The morning of, Caretaker helps Whumpee sit up in bed, feeling guilty at the obvious exhaustion and pain lining Whumpee’s face, exacerbated by the early hour. They’ve already ironed Whumpee’s formal outfit, choosing clothing least likely to cause them discomfort; it’s the first time in weeks Whumpee has worn anything other than sweats and a baggy tee. Neither of them can afford to waste the critical few hours that the stimulant is active. So Caretaker helps Whumpee eat breakfast, gets them settled in a shower chair and helps them bathe, blow-dries and styles their hair, makes sure their outfit doesn’t have a hair out of place, does their makeup if that’s Whumpee’s thing — all the while feeling oddly like the costuming artist on a film crew.

They while away an hour or two, Whumpee drowsing and making idle conversation at turns, Caretaker playing with their hair. When the time comes, Caretaker rolls up Whumpee’s sleeve and administers the stimulant, holding them as they shudder through the aftershocks. And then Whumpree sits up: lively, animated, healthy-looking as the day before all of this went down. Caretaker could cry: it’s so good to see them like this again, even as Caretaker wishes the circumstances were different. But there’s no time to waste.

When their guest arrives, Whumpee greets them at the door with a firm handshake and a dangerous look, the picture of confidence and power. Caretaker hears their voices filtering in from the other room, strong and sure, and breathes a nervous sigh of relief. They try to keep busy, even as they can’t quite get rid of the panicked edge to their thoughts: What will be left of Whumpee when all is said and done?

Maybe Caretaker emerges from their bedroom as the front door shuts just in time to see the perfectly-arranged mask of Whumpee’s face drop — to catch them just as their white-knuckled grip on the dining room table slips and they collapse to the floor.

Or maybe Whumpee’s still doing okay. They both go about their day as normal, even as neither of them quite remembers what normal is anymore. They go through the motions and make small talk around the elephant in the room: they don’t know how much longer this will last. Maybe Caretaker turns around for a moment, and their next sight of Whumpee is them standing stock-still, white as a ghost, a cold sweat breaking out on their face. They guide Whumpee gently down to the sofa, helping them sit up long enough to put a few throw pillows behind their back, tucking a blanket around their shaking form.

“I’m sorry,” Whumpee says, their shattered voice a dim echo of its precious surety just a few hours before.

“What for?” Caretaker soothes. “Everything’s alright. You were perfect.”