#i vote how to lose a guy in 10 days

[wilwheaton]

For some odd reason, moderator Jake Tapper told Trump in the beginning that he didn't need to answer the questions and that he could use the time however he wanted. Trump ran with that, essentially giving a rally speech whenever he had the floor and was unresponsive to the vast majority of the questions. He made faces and insulted Biden to his face, at one point calling him a criminal and a Manchurian candidate. If anyone had said 10 years ago that this would happen at a presidential debate they would have been laughed out of the room. After the debate when most of the country had turned off cable news or gone to bed, CNN aired its fact check. [...] Even had Joe Biden been at the top of his game, he would not have been able to parry all those lies and he shouldn't have been put in the role of being Donald Trump's fact checker. His choice was to either ignore the lies and let them stand so he could use his time to make his own case or spend the entire debate correcting the record. It was not a fair fight. It's obvious that Biden's terrible performance has caused panic among Democrats and liberal pundits and analysts. The calls for him to withdraw are loud and meaningful and it's going to be a very rough period in this campaign whatever happens. For me, this isn't really a question. As long as Donald Trump is on the ballot, I will vote for the Democratic nominee. If it's Biden or someone else, the calculation remains the same. Nothing is worse than another Trump administration and I suspect that at the end of the day Democratic voters will agree with that. So it's still a matter of those undecided voters in swing states, just like it was on Thursday morning.

CNN's debate was no fair fight

CNN, yet again, gave Trump a national stage to vomit an endless stream of unchecked lies, and today, CNN is telling itself and anyone who will listen that the network and its moderators did a great job. That’s just plainly false, and America is paying the price for their failure.

That doesn’t let Biden off the hook. Biden had a terrible night. He was so bad, it’s allowed the political press to completely ignore not just how much Trump lied, but what he lied about: January 6, all his indictments, his Covid response, and on and on. President Biden was a disaster, and his campaign should be at DefCon 1 to try and repair all the damage. I am terrified that his awful performance will obscure his surprisingly good record and leadership in the post-insurrection era, and give the political press an excuse to run with “Biden is old” in the face of Trump’s endless lies, his felony convictions, his pending trials, and all of his criminality. Someone at Salon said that Trump didn’t win, but Biden absolutely lost. I can’t argue with that, even if the facts are all on Biden’s side.

I’ve seen President Biden on TV today, and even last night after the debate, where he didn’t come across as an ancient dude who needs a walker on his way to some Matlock reruns. He looks and sounds like the SOTU Biden we all expected would show up last night. I have no idea why he was so awful for 99% of the debate (the campaign says he has a cold), and I have no idea why the guy who is showing up to speak to supporters today, and who delivered the SOTU didn’t show up last night to save America from Trump, again.

But we have to live with this reality now, and I hope like hell that the Biden campaign, the candidate, and the entire Democratic party apparatus scrambles like fucking crazy to get all hands on deck to fix this, and remind voters that

This isn’t about BIden vs. Trump. This is about America vs. Project 2025.

There will be no second debate where Biden can try to salvage something out of the wreckage of this one. Trump has everything to lose and nothing to gain. Trump will crow about how he won, and declare he has no reason to debate again, and he’s right. Biden had one shot and he absolutely blew it. The moderators did not help, but the campaign had to have known they wouldn’t, and it sure looks like they didn’t prepare Biden for what we all knew was coming. I don’t know how those same people stop the bleeding, and if they can’t, America and the world are in real, real trouble.

But we all have to remember that we have a choice to make in just a few months. Right now, and probably on election day, the choice is between Joe Biden and Democracy, or Donald Trump and Fascism. It’s stark, it’s clear, it’s binary, and I can not believe that it is even a question. I just hope that there are enough voters out there who will understand that we do have a choice. The options suck, but we do have a choice.

Please choose Democracy. Please choose America. Please choose the future world our children will inherit from us.

[h00nerz]

spots on!

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader (+ second lead mark lee)

genre: comedy, fluff, superhero!au, non idol!au, college!au, some angst, ladybug!reader, chat noir!yeonjun

summary: by day, you’re a regular college student who’s just trying to get her assignments done on time and get your oblivious crush to wake up and finally notice you. but by night, you’re a superhero protecting the city from evil alongside your extremely annoying partner who is obviously infatuated with you. you were great at fighting crime, and always two steps ahead of your enemies. which is why you can’t believe you didn’t see your crush being the man underneath your partner’s mask coming.

characters: txt, stayc’s sieun, skz’s jeongin, nct’s mark, enhypen’s heeseung, choi yena, jo yuri and lots more.

status: complete

warnings: profanity, kys jokes,

* some links are broken, use 🐞.spotson tag to read!

profiles

01 — doughnut enthusiasts

02 — chat noir support group

03 — extra

table of contents

preview

01 — Baby Bread

02 — abuse deez nutz

03 — jypu education

04 — no it’s jungkook

05 — ladyflop

06 — friends already

07 — i’m gonna throw up on yeonjun

08 — hi yeonjun! (written 2.8k)

09 — *beomgyu left the gc*

10 — a chance

11 — /j… /hj

12 — all part of the process

13 — potato tomato

14 — i’m iceland

15 — stress

16 — kitkats

17 — exclusive relationship

18 — strawberries and honey (written 1.9k +smau)

19 — hey cutie

20 — it’s not CRAZY

21 — pretend babies

22 — heeseung empath era

23 — flowers (written 2.6k)

24 — captain of y/n defense

25 — losing the idgaf war

26 — you’re a clingy cat!

27 — that soobin guy is cute

28 — you’re dating chat noir!

29 — wooden shoe

30 — i know

31 — Kang Taehyun mr smart guy

32 — Choi Yena.

33 — exclusive dongshik drop off

34 — maybe okay will be our always

35 — i’m not lying (written 1.6k)

36 — girls only

37 — well yes!

38 — i should have known (written 4.5k + smau)

39 — respect the vote.

40 — can we talk?

41 — finally

42 — a little bit (written 1.9k + smau)

43 — just lost a follower!

44 — fever dream

45 — soft launching

epilogue

tag list (closed)

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authors note: yeah we doing a miraculous ladybug au 😍 idk how silly it is it’s gonna be fun and that’s all that matters!

[a-ikuoliver]

[prologue] — after another date ruined by your needy roommate, fifteenth to be exact, you hatch a revenge plot that'll either end with you moving out or finally scratching the itch that's been driving you insane.

w/c: 1.2k warning/s: f!reader, making out notes: i am having so much fun imagining annoying this man to death — don't expect serious storytelling here lmao inspo/acknowledgements: loosely inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days + what's your number (rom-com/chick flick vibes)

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crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

fourteen. that's how many times your roommate had called you mid-date, mid hookup, god, even mid-masturbation in the time you'd been living under the same roof.

"what could you possibly want?" you hope he can't hear your panting, hope he doesn't hear your dates chuckle, hardly muffled by your hand pressed over his mouth, your other tucking the phone snugly between your shoulder and ear, reaching between your thighs for your dates belt with your now-free hand.

"is that any way to speak to a friend in need?" you roll your eyes, his voice thick over the phone as he lazily spoke, you could practically hear that infuriating smile he always had plastered on his lips through the technology. your hips jump, the deep sound zapping through your nerves; already pent up from kissing after… you can't even remember how many months without a date ending like this.

breathless, you respond in a tone you hope has at least a little venom threaded through it, more than a little irritation, "spit it out, aiku."

"need your key, i locked mine inside." your body slacks on top of the brunet beneath you, defeat filling you, your head falling forward with a silent groan, "you're kidding, right?"

fifteen.

he chuckles at your despair, a deep sound that echoes down the line, sounding just as unapologetic as he truly is, "sorry, pretty, you'll be good, won't you?"

tonight might be the night you kill him.

you'd had roommates before, accustomed to the arguments about chores, about mess, about bills, about noise, meeting eye-to-eye with oliver on every issue. the only problem with your apparent heaven-sent roommate? his habit of interrupting your dates, of cock-blocking you, leaving you at some level of unsatisfied the entire time you shared the apartment — some weeks it was bearable, more like a dull ache in your stomach, others having you about to claw and scratch at the walls.

"call me? we can do this again some other time?" leaning over the threshold, you press a final, sultry kiss to the brunet's lips, sliding a slip of paper with your number in it into his pocket as you did; your hope at a rain check diminishing the moment you step back, your date already tucking his belt back into its loops, thick fingers that were just gripping your thighs already tapping at his phone screen, the familiar pink and white flame symbol beneath his thumb.

you watched number fifteen slip through your fingers, probably the most attractive of all the men aiku had ripped away from you.

the final man, you decide.

you're almost certain your passenger rating had suffered dearly from all of your frustrated, angry mumbling as you sent hushed rant after hushed rant to your friends about how absurd your roommate is on your way back to the shared apartment (omitting some of the details about your intense need after making out for twenty minutes, mostly for the sake of your driver), most of them responding with meaningless gushing about how he at least was kind enough to give you free shows, the muscular expanse of his back something burned into all their minds after aiku crashed your pre-gaming session once after returning home from a game. one of them (uselessly) advising you to just bed aiku instead.

by the time the car had turned the final corner to your place, you'd stewed in your anger for too long, tossing your keys at oliver a little too hard when you face him, just after nine. he catches them (only infuriating you more, sure a vein is about to burst). he looks good, still in his clothes from the gym if you had to guess, a black shirt that clung to his biceps, and shorts that made his thighs more like tree limbs than human ones (only infuriating you more). he quirks a dark eyebrow at you, twirling the keys around his finger before sliding them into the lock.

"do you plan this?" trailing in behind him, dragging your feet as you do, you tug your keys back out of the door, too annoyed, too frustrated to even care about your roommate lifting the tight shirt over his head, gripping the collar at the back of his neck to pull it off, shoulder blades flexing and rippling with every movement, no matter how minute.

"plan what?" oliver shouts from his bedroom, keeping the door ajar, awaiting your answer as he changes.

"do you know how many men you've scared off?" you throw yourself down onto the couch dramatically, "have you bugged my phone or something? hack it so you can call me the moment i’m with a guy?" 

oliver's face splits into a grin, his expression only described as proud, mismatched eyes glimmering as he tightened the watch on his wrist, "hack you?" 

reaching for a decorative cushion, one you’d bought months ago to make the flat less of a bachelor pad, you bury your face in it, half to muffle your loud groan, half to avoid looking at him, now in slacks and a shirt you’re sure is a size too small, following every sharp plane of his shoulders, chest and hips, the top three buttons left undone to show off the tanned muscles beneath that he spent hours working on. the maddening sound of his laugh still invaded your senses, despite the stuffing around your ears.

it's like it was a talent, to sense when he was unwanted, when you were inches away from sating your craving, when all you wanted to forget all about his stupid face, his stupid deep voice, his stupid smug laugh. 

"maybe you have a sixth sense, like that kid who sees ghosts." 

"i think of it more as happy accidents." oliver dodges the cushion, his hand coming up to fix his hair as the other tosses the cushion back towards you, landing square on your chest as you groan childishly again at him. 

stupid face, stupid voice, stupid laugh, stupid reflexes. 

you track him as he moves around the apartment, eyebrows drawn down in a fiery glare as he tosses his shed clothes into the washing machine. the apartments tidy, you note, catching a glimpse of his spotless bedroom from the corner of your eye, his bed sheets crisp and pulled tightly over the mattress, pillows fluffed, every inch vacuumed and dusted.

the oliver you knew was never this clean, he pulled his weight but it’s not as if your apartment looked this brand new often. the oliver that had left no less than four sweaty shirts in the back of your car when he'd change after begging you to pick him up from training on your way home from work, the same oliver that had a varied collection of abandoned water bottles typically adorning his bedside table. this was different than tidy, there wasn't a sign of mess anywhere in the apartment, counters freshly cleaned in the kitchen, still sparkling beneath the kitchen lights, not even a speck of dust along the top of the tv screen. 

it was immature, completely, utterly foolish, there's no other word for your decision, but it's impossible to talk yourself out of it as you study him, returning from the immaculate bedroom smelling musky, woody, expensive.

a happy accident he called it? your celibacy while he dates and fucks anyone he wants? while you suffer week after week with your ache growing stronger, your toys hardly working for you anymore.

you refuse to see that arrogant, satisfied smile plastered on his face again.

“got a hot date tonight, aiku?”

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[gemsofgreece]

OK some things about Greece's Marina Satti results and we're done with this

JK I am not done with Marina I love her but we're done with the circus Marina was in, for another year

So, she is a perfectionist but I hope she will soon understand how much SHE SUCCEEDED. And it will look like a love delirium but no I am not being biased.

Marina Satti got 11th place. Missed Top 10 by one. She was basically killed by the juries.

In the televoting she won 8th place. So she was in the top 10 of all people's votes. She was also 8th in the votes from the Rest of the World, which is a big deal in my opinion.

I won't be mad at the juries because their voting overall made sense in many ways and we were aware that Zari was a not jury-friendly song in any way. It had zurna, it had rap, obviously juries don't go for this stuff. So, it's okay. We knew that.

BUT Marina Satti got 8th - 11th place:

By singing exclusively in the Greek language.

By singing in an entirely Balkan, eastern melody during a year that a lot of the Balkans and East Europe had withdrawn from the contest.

By kinda rapping / reggaetoning, which is generally hated in Eurovision.

By doing exactly her thing, despite knowing how much she would be fought by certain people.

By knowingly choosing the very risky song instead of a ballad and a typical dance song that she also had available as options.

By not trying to be "understood" and get sympathy votes.

By being given a tiny budget from the Greek delegation, much smaller than any previous years including to last year's NQ lame tycoon nephew entry. So GD gave a famous artist like Marina much less money than to those small unknown kids that had gone before her. WTF

By being hated for her song and her (genius) music video and a large percentage of the population writing in English and asking foreigners to not vote for her and blaming her for insulting Greece, Greek culture etc (HINT: No she did not insult it and a blog called gemsofgreece tells you that so relax) and insulting her, her morals, her family, her father's descent and her talent relentlessly for three months

By the unprecedented thing of the freaking SHOWBIZ of the country making openly insulting attacks against her and her song. Like, seriously, there were FAMOUS celebrities going on TV and calling her song "cat vomit", a fashion designer (before her dress choice lol) saying she should go to Eurovision naked because there's no other hope for her to get votes. I am serious. You might say, oh, she must have done something. NO. Guys, no. She has never said or done anything wrong to any celebrity in the country as far as I am aware. She was attacked by musicians, fashion designers, TV shows and honestly nobody knows why. It's a different thing to not like something than to get a polemic position openly as a celebrity against another famous person. This has never happened before, I don't remember anything like this. Celebrities shitting on another artist's effort out of nowhere, especially in advance. To put it simply, now that Marina will have to return to Greece (poor thing), she has good reasons to sue half the country.

By losing her father one month ago.

By getting pretty ill during the semi-final, losing her voice and being administrated medication every three hours.

By suffering chronically from severe anxiety, which is why she refused three prior propositions from the Greek delegation to represent the country.

Well, by receiving a new massive wave of hate from people from or supporting Israel and the Greek government controlled media and press, who all started a fierce campaign against her the last two days before the final. The reason was that she showed intentionally boredom / sleepiness during the time the Israeli contestant was speaking. Make of that what you will, I am only presenting the facts of how her placement was formed here. Many Jewish people wrote they had voted her in the semi but now they wouldn't. I believe because Israel is an eastern country, probably several people of Jewish descent voted for her and then all those votes were lost. It's no matter, I am just explaining that she would probably otherwise be 7th in the televoting, 10th overall. Here we analyze if Marina succeeded her goal, we don't nitpick for Eurovision's sake.

And as you see, she succeeded. With all the odds against her, with a LOT of people hating her and making her life harder and her effort impossible, with the loss of her father, she succeeded in her vision. Bring back Greek language, the eastern sound and having the world dance with it. Shoutout to Armenia who also succeeded in this and made top 10, the song was a little more conventional. Let's be real, Satti achieved all this with a VERY difficult song. The definition of a difficult song and in a little known language. Nothing else, just congratulations to her and I hope she realises all this and does not let her trademark anxiety and perfectionism get the better of her. Also, she really created an international fan community with this and I think there are good things coming for her in the future :)))))

PS1: Odds had her 8th-10th place but they underestimated the juries and the last day's hate she got. In general odds were not very successful this year.

PS2. No worries Greek and Cypriot televoting exchanged the 12 points again :D

PS3: to the ageist haters who wondered why she looks 20 though she is 38, kitties reach her age and you will be crying to look like her

PS4: Marina’s 8th place in televoting was the best placement since 2013, surpassing Amanda and Stefania with the English jury friendly songs 😃😃😃 Greek delegation take a bloody hint

[marcobodtlives]

Props to Eren for good behaviour because if I was gifted the power of an imaginary telepathic loudspeaker in the minds of an entire population then I’d be saying the dumbest shit imaginable

“Would you guys lo - stop screaming, I just opened the Paths. Gosh, so dramatic. Anyway. Would you guys love me if I were a worm?”

“Okay everybody crack your knuckles in 3… 2… 1…”

“Heyyy, can I get a burger with - oh sorry wrong intercom guys.”

“Simon says jump super high and see if the whole Earth shakes.”

“Oh fuck, I left the speaker running on the simulation. I’m gonna have to mind wipe you all Men in Black Style… haha just kidding guys.”

“How many of you are in the paths rn butt naked ‘cus you were in the shower when I opened the comm line? Oh oh my gosh how many of you are mid shit???”

“You know what would be fun, if everyone simultaneously screamed once I close paths. That’d be hilarious for all the non-Eldians haha.”

“Raise your hand if you’d vote me in as world leader. No? Nobody? K, guess I’ll just start the rumbling if you hate me so much 😒”

“Alright let’s try all sing Bohemian Rhapsody, everyone North of the equator you’re on high pitched, everyone South -”

“Statistically speaking at least one of you has the exact same birthday as me so fess up. Ah. Unfortunately I’ll have to execute you now because I want it to be MY special day.”

“Can I get you all to rate my outfit on a scale of 1-10? Idk if I like it.” *spins in a circle* “What do we think? Lose the boots and try heels or…?”

“Ymir’s been building giant sand sculptures on her own for thousands of years now, so everyone needs to pitch in or she’ll be mad.”

[popcornforone]

The Casual Campaign

A Ted Garcia (from future film Eddington) Fic

Day 10 of Pedrotober (Prompt Candid / Favourite Tshirt)

Masterlist

Am I the first person to write a Ted Garcia Fic? I have no idea & he’s probably not gonna be the best guy is he or be the kind of guy to wear a T-shirt, but I think that’s what makes this fun.

Synopsis:- Ted can’t find anything to wear on th day he wants to treat your to a shopping trip.

Word Count:-600

Warnings over & above:- oral sex (both), swearing, Ted is a bit sleezy,dirty talk.

Thanks for the prompts @norththelemon & @alyssamariag & thank you all for liking these & reading them. It’s making me smile that you are enjoying these.

He’s not on the campaign trail this weekend, which is nice. Just some time for you & him to catch up without the rest of the world seeing. He tends to usually just stay home when he’s not campaigning, but today he wants to do what you want. Hold your hand at the end of the summer, as the world passes by while you do a nice normal couple activity. You haven’t been shopping for clothes in a little while & he has agreed to come with you & buy you the prettiest dress in New Mexico.

There’s one problem though. Ted is always campaigning. He wears shirts ties & jackets. Very rarely does he now not wear anything but that. Even if he’s being casual it’s still a shirt. So him going through his wardrobe to find an appropriate tshirt to wear on this blistering summers day is actually hard for him.

“You must have 1 Ted”

“Honestly I’m struggling” he says rummaging around his closest before producing a few hangers “aha found them” you can almost see the dust come off some of them. You take a quick glance & are shocked. The face you pull isn’t encouraging.

“What?”

“Ted, you know I love you but half of these you can’t be seen in for so many reasons.

“Why not?” He pouts & holds up the first 2.

“Yes they are classic lakers T-shirts & the purple is lush but anyone who hates the lakers will vote for the other guy”

“Good point” he holds the next one up.

“Coca Cola made 300 people redundant up the road back in March” he sighs & hold the next one “that Fleetwood mac one Is older than me”

“But it’s vintage” he protests.

“Babe just look at the holes in it” he then accidentally as he looks for them puts his finger through one making it bigger.

“It’s got to be this grey one Ted, this is now a shopping trip for you, not me” you chuckle & he then takes off his robe from the bathroom, his glorious naked body making you lick your lips. Ted likes to go commando usually but you throw boxers at him.

“Hey” he says looking confused. “you know I like to hang lose”

“I know” you shimmy across the bed & watch him go to get rid of them. “But if we’re going shopping who knows what skin conditions other guys have from clothes they’ve tried on, that could get on your dick”

“Hmmm say that again” he moans, & guides your hands to his length.

“I need that long, hard, girthy cock in prestige condition” & you lick across the tip & his erection grows.

“Oooh baby, watch that mouth of yours”

“No Ted” you spit on his shaft. “You watch it” you take him into your hollowed cheeks, & Ted stands there thrusting into you, face fucking you for the next 10minutes, until you taste the seed of the seedy politician that you love. It’s like his reward. You splutter as you try to gulp it down & then look up at him, a few drops escaping your lips.

“Hmmm that kept you quiet”

“I know, now how about you have some quiet time”

“Only if you are loud enough to get complaints from our neighbours.”Ted says as he watches you open your legs for him & he takes off your knickers so you are just in your bra. He licks his lips. “Hmmm I don’t think we’re gonna go shopping today”

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 4 Match 9

propaganda below the cut! (enormous wall of text warning)

Trent Reznor:

"he is everything. he is all that exists around us. he is the air which we breathe. he performed covered in mud at woodstock 94 and somehow made it work. he's largely responsible for arguably the most influential concept album of the 90s. he is beautiful and sweet and stunning. i want to study him under a microscope. i know closer is about sex as a self-destructive behavior but also have you seen how insanely gorgeous he looks in the music video? in the words of my friend, "he sings like he's in heat". he literally humps and destroys synths (in a variety of ways, including stripping the keys off with his boot) during performances. every single outfit he wears is extremely cunty. on multiple occasions guys have said that even though they're straight they would fuck him. finally, in the words of jude doyle: "to this day, looking at a photograph of trent reznor in the early '90s feels like looking into the sun""

"The live March Of The Pigs (1994) video makes me froth at the mouth I start biting and snapping my teeth and growling. I need to rewatch it five times a week at LEAST to stay sane. Trent Reznor is like if a trophy wife was a man. Also the way he WHISPERS INTO THE MIC AT THE END OF SUCK?????HHFSJBDNDNS???? THE ENTIRETY OF THE BROKEN EP????????? Cleanup on aisle my fucking pants. Is this too insane? Sorry"

"I’m a lesbian but that does not fucking mean anything when confronted with trent reznor"

"It's Trent, man. Even the literal devil wants him. He's just boypretty."

"This man deadass wrote a song with the lyric “My moral standing is lying down" in it"

Jonny Greenwood:

"Every art girl's (and boy's) wet dream"

"He wrote the tourist. That's all you need."

"Repeat from my Thom propaganda but he was a part of it so anyways. I had a dream once where I met him and Thom on the street and asked them to sign my Pablo Honey CD, so Thom pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died and Jonny laughed his ass off. 10/10, my last sight before death was his beautiful face laughing."

"I could probably snap him like a twig but I want to marry him and have 3 children with him before I do that"

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose 1/5 of Radiohead. Choose 1/5 of In Rainbows. Choose the man who wrote weird fishes, both Greenwood sisters ,the man in South Park, his telecaster and the stickers on it. Choose the bug Jacqueline Kennedy, his love for literature and poetry, and his lovely lisp. Choose his sublime score for Phantom Thread and his husband Paul Thomas Anderson. Choose the weird amount of straight men who thirst over him in the YouTube comment section. Choose his jawbone. Choose the most pretentious, unpretentious member of the band. Choose his silky hair and his (probably) Dove shampoo. Choose his great knowledge of music theory and how he often disregards it. Choose Astroboy's biggest fanboy (minus maybe Thom. Choose a very hot Alex James who eloped with a fish. Choose Jonny Greenwood. Choose your future. Choose life… Involuntary Trainspotting reference but please vote Jonny over Wario. Oh, and( even though Jonny lives in Italy at the moment), I live in Oxford and if I meet him, I'll tell him that he won."

"He keeps chickens guys, CHICKENS"

"I'm a straight guy but no joke Jonny is hot tbh maybe it's cuz he looks like a chick but like damnnnn"

"He's so gorgeous....kinda like an ant 😍😍😍😍"

Mike Patton:

"Mike didn't consistently wear BDSM masks matched with boiler suits and lick Trevor Dunn on stage just to lose this bracket. Also, if you don't think he's hot in every which way, you clearly haven't seen this: https://youtu.be/gjEbHBafvm0 or this: https://youtu.be/i9_hCjcFNO0 or this: https://youtu.be/Kfq7wHJu21c"

"Mike Patton collaborated with basically everyone who's anyone in music, and he speaks Italian too. He's great in a live show. And Mr. Bungle is unmatched and unparalleled, full stop."

"HEE HEE HOO HOO HA HA FUNNY WHITE MAN SCREAMS IN MY EAR AND BUSTS IT DOWN SEXUAL STYLE"

"I'm a lesbian but I find him insanely attractive which I think says a lot"

"whenever mike arches his back and screams a part of my soul leaves my body and is shattered by the soundwaves."

"all you need to do to love mike is watch this: https://youtu.be/0gq_Jn41iMM&t=1375 the fact that he blurts that out and then super casually goes into the song leaves me crying with rage and hormones every time I see it"

[redactahoe]

even more redacted headcanons

i am losing my mind :D

this is just my opinion none of this is canon this is all for shits in giggles and i will infact repeat myself for previous headcanon post srry this is also only somewhat orginized and super unedited

ever person in the shaw pack has/had a crush on darlin

darlin has been voted as the 'hottest person in the pack as well

babe is classically trained in piano and viola and one day dreams to own they're own grand piano don't worry davids rich ass may or may not be planning this as a wedding gift for them

playing off that last point babe hates it when people after finding out they can play, start demanding not asking no demanding them to play something. everytime this happens (which isn't often at least with the shaw pack that is) asher has to physically hold his mate back from violently shoving they're viola bow up the assholes... asshole

instead of hush just waiting at docs apartment for them to come home from work, he would rather creepily sit with his knees to chest in an extra spinney chair in the corner of docs office. like he'll act 'normal' when its just him and doc, but if someone comes in for any reason hell stop talking and just watch them

mentor actually isn't that nice to they're coworkers but when they first saw ollie they were smitten, like ollie is the only person they talked to outside of work stuff. they were not there for water cooler small talk😭but for ollie they would do anything

on that same not i am a firm believer in james spouse being stoned faced with everyone except james and the hand full friends that they have

asset loves listening and asking questions to anton or james talk about their respective spouses

anton has been slowly building up a collection of shiny rocks hes either fond or bought so when he finally gets to go home to his partner and give to them

david is actually besties with babe because their both people who see Asher on a consistent bases and therefore meet up every other week discussing the various type of shenanigans asher gets into

darlin and brights have a bone room in sam and darlin's house.... let me explain, so it is of my firm belief that 90% of the shaw pack is neurodivergent and darlin is not exempt from that. bright also has some vague form of neurodivergent that bright refuses to anyone and this all comminates into both of them coincidently having the same special interests in bones and animals in general. and since sam (according to asher) owns this big ass cabin in the middle of the woods, it was perfect. and bright didnt have the bone room is because they had a small enough collection to keep in their room at sams place. that is until darlin moved and pulled up with their extensive collecting that they've had since the age of 10 and sam was very willing to put one of those 'guest room' nobody uses them bright happen to be there the day darlin and sam were able to get the aforementioned bone collection home form storage and they lost there collective mind with excitement. and sam got watch with this fond and loving twinkle as bright and darlin ramble and trade facts about animals and their bones (and darlin got to teach bright how to properly clean bones it was adorable)(ok ill shut up about this)

angel loves to recreate outfits from many types of videogames and tv show and uses packmembers (read as: tank and asher) as mannequins.

going off that last point(again) david loves listening to angel ramble about they're latest project and intentionally searched and bought a house with alot of big ass closets so angel can hang up all of the finished ones and store all of the stuff they need to make

ftm!guy is rarely ever dysphoric b/c while honey isnt the greatest at expressing their emotions they are incredibly attentive with guy and his needs and wants so this means that honey is always checking in on him. not only that but early on when they were just roommates that one other girl's boyfriend that they were rooming with (i forgot her name) made an off handed/gross comment about guy and honey literally kicked his ass out. like they picked he disgusting ass up and threw him out of the fucking apartment.... guy still laughs about to this day.

i fully believe that the damn polycule does and should include laskos listener (dear) and they can infact dom anyone

all of the de(a)mons can infact purr but gavin and caluem are most open about that fact.

lovely didnt grow up or live the riches life so when they started to dating vincent they had hard time excepting all of Vincent and williams expansive gifts all the while Vincent love langue is gift giving

lovley loves music so much. like its the hyperfixation, anything to do with music and i mean anything lovely could probaly tell you about. and much to willams delight that means he now has someone to talk about music and art from his time peroid (hes over 500 y/o yall) and them knowing exactly what theyre talking about

despite the fact that alot of people will say that lovely is William's fave, its actually untrue. williams favorite is actually darlin, i know i know but stick with me here. i think alot of the clan members to tend to question or disagree with william because hes their king but darlin is very diffrent. i think that once they start attending clan meetings the kinda behave like they're at pack meeting b/c its essentially the same thing. so theyre always asking questions, giving suggestions and even calling william out when he sometimes gets things wrongs. and william loves this, he loves how engaged they are and recognizes that thats just how darlin shows that not only do they care but that theyre listening. hell he'll even tell someone (even if sam has alredy told them the stfu) that trys to rudely interrupt darlin with " YoU SHoUlDnT iNtErRuPt ThE kInG!" to stfu if you dont have anything meaningful to contribute

everyone(excluding like a handful of people) in the both shaw pack and the solaire pack is kinda protective of babe and angel. and its not just because they're both humans its mostly because both of the are humans that treat others as humans. let me explain, so in empowered society ive noticed that vampires and shifter are treated differently form other empowered people. its really supple but anyways both angel an babe see no reason to interact with vampires and shifters any differently from how they would interact with any other person and most of them really appreciate that. people tend to talk to shifters like they're animals of some kind and people tend to act like all vamps have no control over theyre impulses and hunger and when both are asked angel tells the person that no matter what kind of magic got, it doesnt matter. because at the end of the day they all are/were human. with babe youll get similar answer but they'll tack on that its important for everybody to remember that they are people, human of not people are flawed and will make mistake. and trying to pretend that your above/below feelings and flaws is very bad for ones mental health. and thats how alot of older generations of shifter/vamp end up living in the middle of bumfuck no where, borderline insane and very lonely

welp thats it for know

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“𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. ”

taiga hoshibsmi x yumeko jabami!mc

warning!: swearing, gambling, mc is werid as fuck.

I feel like overall so far before the sinstora chapter you didn't even know that you could gamble here. So you were pretty stotic and NPC-ish. But boy the minute you learn that you could gamble here your interested is piqued. You either ask Kaito to bring you down there yourself or after the first day of working with Ritsu, and he's leaving because "the business day is over". You instantly make a 360 and go straight to the casino.

You know how people were surrounding Taiga thinking he cheated because he kept on winning every game, same thing but this time it's you. You're undefeated and honestly it's getting quite boring.

Untill Taiga one day strolls in, he's bored looking for a good gamble but currently everyone was surrounding a table. As he aproches the crowd he hears angry yelling, "This shit is rigged no fucking way man!" "You've gotta be cheating, there's no way your still undefeated!" Honestly you were about tired of this, your 10th loser opponent just got up from the seat. They weren't worthy of your time, you were about ready to go home when Taiga shoved through the crowd and sat in the empty chair across from you. Smirk on his face.

Your demenar automatically changes as he lowers himself into the seat. You know Taiga's reputation you knows he's a good gambler. You bite your bottom lip (now this some real kakeguri shit), your practically itching for this. The opponent you've been waiting for! The exciment floods your body, you can't help but crack a smile and blush a bit. Honestly that shit freaked Taiga out a bit, under his breathe you could hear him calling you a werid bitch.

You manage to contain your inner 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. As the dealer tells the rules to both of you. The match was a simple game you suggested from your old school, vote rock-paper scissors. Taiga has never heard of it but was open to try.

The game is simple first, there is a voting phase, where everyone will draw rock, paper or scissors on cards and place them in a closed box so that the players cannot see it; then, the two players take three cards from that box and choose which one to play against the other.

Just like regular rock paper scissors if you draw the same card 3 times it's a draw, the rules still apply, rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper. and paper beats rock.

Once you guys were handed the chips Taiga only bet a mere half of his chips but you, you bet your whole stack. The whole casino fell quiet trying to comprehend what you just did? Everyone was thinking the same thing which was "This girl is insane!?" You heard mutters in the crowd.

Once you both took your three cards you both drew on the count of three. Rock to Scissors. Taigas face was unreadable as a grin grew on your face. Then you guys drew once more Paper to Scissors. The atmosphere felt thick, you felt like you were about to burst you were practically squirming in your seat.

You know if you lose this round you lose what you bet, which was practically 10 million yen. This one round settles everything. One more draw to see who wins just one more.

Scissors to Rock. You had lost. A blush took over your face as you sighed out. You opened up your bag at threw out 10 million yet right at him. Taiga not liking the disrespect but liking the money in his hands grinned. "Dealer, give me more chips let's play another round." You said, as you stared right into taigas eyes you e/c eyes had turned red as you stared at him grinning. His golden eyes stared right back into yours.

It was as if there was this aura surrounding you both, It was honestly scary. As both of those powerful auras were about to clash.

a/n: thanks for reading, i feel corny for writing this, but this could be a good dynamic if someone with more brain wrote it!

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[Huey Zoomer Anon]

What am I feeling? Bitter foresight that I knew this shit would happen like about 10 years ago?

Also the attacks on Latinos and Native Americans….who are super ultra conservatives…what they think that the ultra gentrified woke urbanites versions of them (who probably never went to their elders funerals because shit they says 15 years ago) represented all of them?

I mean the Native Americans probably want to White Man to have more money so they scammed-I mean “enlightened” them about their cultures in their tourist traps- I mean very very important scared lands that anyone can walk into!

No seriously I’m dumbfounded with how many natives Americans, or even Buddhists and Hindus say a crap ton of trust funded kids believe in that Hollywood noble savage or orientalist bs to this day!

Though given the amount of African Americans that believe African countries don’t have basic electricity…

But still…do the left think they are the protagonists in a young adult novel?

There's a massive amount of insanity that follows major elections, what it is depends on who wins because people have the tendency to believe their side is the only side that is the good one.

Didn't used to be this bad, but it's always been like that.

People can't accept the fact that the other candidate ran a more effective campaign than theirs did.

Gotta be some outside thing that did it like sexism, racism, russia, q-tards, or any of a number of things to blame instead of looking at what may have gone wrong with their chosen candidate.

It's why we're getting the blame game going on left and right and why since 2016 the 'call them x ist/phobic' has been accelerating, be nice when folks finally figure out that insulting people isn't a good way to get them to take your opinions seriously.

But still…do the left think they are the protagonists in a young adult novel?

Felt that way for a good long while.

I lost a lot of faith in the people that vote when in 2009 I saw the guy wearing a shirt that said

'I ain't gonna lie, I voted for Obama because he's black'

That's not the kind of person who's opinion on politics I will take seriously, you're not the resistance when you do that kind of thing.

You're not the resistance when you call me racist or sexist for not voting for your candidate either.

You're just showing me that you picked them for a superficial reason instead of some platform or policy position.

You're also not the resistance when you react to your candidate losing by saying you hope people get bombed or deported or die as a result of a ectopic pregnancy.

You're an asshole

[oubliette-odette]

The Reluctance of Love Pt. 20

Guy guys guys, I'm really excited about this chapter.

Please enjoy, hopefully your patience is rewarded.

And then also my apologies for what's about to happen...

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 Content Warnings: mention of mating, homophobia, fantasy racism. All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.

I was losing my sense of control around Altan. I started to notice how he was teasing me with slight touches as we walked next to each other and how when he would start to tell me a joke, his hand would suddenly be taking hold of my forearm and brushing his fingers down it familiarly. I was startled each time and my mind would be empty of any ability to speak. When we would stop to eat, I would find him sitting so close next to me that he was leaning against me and he would pass me his waterskin to share after he had drunk from it, his eyes like fire as he watched me drink from it. 

I at first was ignorant of what he was doing, but when he set his bedroll closer and closer to me each night, I started to piece together that he was teasing me. He was purposefully crumbling my sense of resolve. And I didn’t know how to stop him now that it was starting. I liked it too much to tell him to stop. We had stopped two more nights where I stayed up to keep watch. It was a gift from my ancestors, but it did have a slow drain on my body and I was losing the discipline that I normally had. 

Altan was about to become my ruin and I was terrified of it. 

I had the feeling that we were close approaching my people - I could smell the faint waft of the smoke of the camps and hoped that we would make it before nightfall. And then I could get some sleep, get a hot meal in my stomach and regain my composure, maybe spend some time away from Altan to clear my head. Though Gruumsh be damned because I knew the moment I brought Altan into that camp that my family would throw us into a tent together and wouldn’t let us free until we finally mated. And I wouldn’t put it past any of my siblings or even my father to be sitting outside the tent listening in. I was mortified at the thought. Did they not know this was already more than I had ever bargained for?

I had a feeling that I was greatly outnumbered when it came to whether or not I should sleep with Altan as soon as we were safe - Altan’s vote was also likely against me. 

I groaned inwardly and ran my hand through the hair that fell loose from my topknot and took a deep, strained breath and kept my feet walking. I hadn’t seen a sign of anyone pursuing us in the last two days and I dared to believe that we were safe, but I wasn’t ready to relax yet. My senses were focused as much as they could be on catching any signs of someone nearby: smells, sounds, sights - I was trained to find them through any means if I needed to.

“Drun!” Altan exclaimed excitedly, breaking my thoughts and I looked down to see him pointing. “Water!”

I followed his direction and saw a pool of clear blue water. It was being fed from the river that we had followed for a short time until our path strayed towards the Fields of the Dead where my family was. It was wide and looked to be deep enough for a swim, but not much deeper, its waters a pale sky blue that honestly looked inviting after the dust and sweat of days of travel on me.

“I’ve been longing to clean this stench off of me.” He said, lifting the black robe that he had been wearing when we ran away. “I’m going to burn this thing when we finally get to your home.”

I looked around, assessing the options. I was eager to be moving, but I also couldn’t deny that I was eager to wash off the sweat and stink on my body. 

He grinned up at me, “It’s safe, yes? It will be fast.”

I did one final sweep and I nodded in assent. 

He whooped and was suddenly breaking into a run. The image of him, dancing and careening with that golden light that seemed to follow him in any weather or condition, left me breathless and I found myself stumbling in pursuit of that light. 

Our packs were left at the edge of the water and I saw that Altan had already flung his boots from his feet and he was shedding the dust-coated black robe that he had been wearing. I was caught where I was, my feet suddenly stone and unmoving, watching breathlessly and anticipating the visage I was about to be blessed with. 

I saw golden brown skin that looked warm to the touch. Oh gods I was lost in the smooth, vastness of his back, his lithe frame that inspired sinful thoughts in my mind. He was standing at the pool’s edge, barefoot, and only wearing a pair of cream-colored braies. He stretched his arms out high and I caught the slight, gentle curve of his waist. The reflection of the water in front of him danced and rippled across his soft stomach and I pulled in my breath as my eyes wavered and followed it down to where his hips slanted downwards before I couldn’t see anymore.

He was sculpted elegantly and with sophistication where it counted - giving him a look of someone royal, fit and austere, but there was also the overwhelming softness that pervaded all of that. He was quite possibly the trap that would send me to damnation and I was prepared to descend to whatever depths I had to to get a taste of such temptation.

“Fuck.” I breathed. I was doomed. Damned. Fooled. Sinking deeper and deeper into this fever dream. Lordhovid may have had me burning for Altan, but even with it gone I still felt something deeper that was buried inside me that left a primal thirst for him. This wasn’t about lust anymore. It was a need to be reunited with something that belonged to me. 

He whipped his gaze to me and his eyes were alight with something victorious and exultant as he caught my frozen stance. His lips teased into a smile and I caught the glint of the sharpness of his teeth as he tossed his curls behind him and he began to step into the water. His eyes were still on me, tempting me, pulling me. 

He had wanted this. I was sure of it and I fell right into his game.

Was I upset by that, though? My brain was too unfocused to know what to think. 

“Are you going to take a swim or not?” He called, the water was now to his waist - gods that waist why did it haunt me so - and his fingers were dancing over the surface, leaving gentle ripples that spread out and stretched towards me. 

I don’t know how, but somehow I managed to clumsily step towards the water’s edge and I fumbled with my boots, my pants, my shirt until I was bare of anything except for my underclothes. 

Altan’s eyes were locked on me, fiery and wanting. I returned the want in my gaze and I was suddenly being pulled to him. I was in the water, wading towards him. I could feel the coolness of the water on my skin, but I didn’t recognize it as I took each step closer to him. 

“You temptor.” I breathed, disbelief in my voice.

He grinned. “Yes, me.” He winked and beckoned me closer with the slight curl of his finger. “Perhaps I wasn’t only wanting to wash myself.”

I stopped just short of a few feet and I held myself stock still. “What do you plan to do?” I couldn’t deny the slight fear I was feeling. I couldn’t deny what I was wanting - I wanted Altan, I wanted him, oh gods I needed him - but I still was scared of what was happening to me, happening to us and I was scared of where it was leading. My hands were caught in fists at my side and I struggled to hold his gaze as the reality of what our bodies were leading us towards was more clear. There was no question we were both breathing harder, but also holding our breath, holding back the urges our bodies and our hearts were pushing us towards. We were standing at the edge of a cliff, one more step and it would be the tipping point that would send us both over the edge to somewhere new and entirely unexplored. 

He closed the distance, I saw his eyes take me in and I felt the bubbling sick sensation of shame. I was nothing like he deserved, I thought. I was brutish, I was scarred across all parts of my body from the spars I had as a child. There was a dent in my stomach from when I was gored by a boar during one of my hunts as a young boy, now only a white patch of hardened scars remained. I itched to put my hand over it, to hide it. My tusks suddenly felt too big, my skin felt rough and hideous. I wanted to hide. 

But Altan’s eyes met mine and I wondered what he saw, because in his eyes I continued to see the wanting, the desire to be with me. 

His hand was suddenly on my stomach, water was slipping free and trailing down from his hand and down my skin. I shivered, but held my gaze. 

“Drun.” He breathed, he seemed to be almost out of breath as he pressed his hand further against my abdomen and then his other hand was reaching, raising up and caressing the side of my face.

I was lost in his golden gaze. His eyes - now heavy and weighed with desire - were like pools of warmth - reminding me of the dizzying dance of our campfires. I couldn’t look away. My breath was catching as I felt his hand on my stomach trail up towards my chest. I was caught in his grasp. I was nothing more than a marionette, and he controlled the strings.

“Altan.” My voice hitched and I was embarrassed at how apparently aroused I was. I felt the heat between my legs and I was grateful the water covered anything I didn’t want him to see.

His eyes crinkled as he grinned.

He pulled back and turned away from me. “I’m so sorry, love, I couldn’t help myself. I think I’ve teased you enough, my dear.” He dunked his head under the water and I saw bubbles on the surface.

What? My mind stuttered. 

He breached the water and flung his hair back and he was now standing, staring at me, dripping wet.

What the fuck was this man doing to me?

I shook my head, “Enough teasing.” I waded towards him and reached for him, snatching his arm and pulling him towards me. He was weightless as he eagerly let himself be pulled into my arms. Suddenly my arms were around him, his bare chest, wet and dripping pressed against me. His golden eyes looked at me with such intense want. My one arm was around his waist and I let out a gasp as I took in everything I was feeling, everything I was seeing. 

Gods, I could have died at that moment. 

“What will you have from me?” I gasped, my eyes searching his. 

“If we’re lucky, I will have all of you.” He said, his voice teasing, but then he sobered and his eyes fell on my lips. “But for now, I will have a kiss.”

I bit back the refusal. Orcs do not kiss each other; tusks against tusks were uncomfortable and so it was only ever done during angry sexual encounters as a way to show dominance - some of my siblings had chipped their tusks from tussles with their mates that way. But Altan was not an orc, and as my attention fell to his lips, I wondered if they would feel as soft as they seemed. 

Suddenly I was carrying him, I had lifted him and held him up to match my gaze and his hand was suddenly caught in my hair, pulling my topknot free and his lips were on mine. I felt his legs wrap around my waist and his hips rocked forward and I swear I saw stars. I wasn’t sure if I was standing anymore or caught underwater, I was too lost in feeling everything, savoring this moment. His lips, his lips were so soft, yet so earnest as he tried to pull himself closer to me, even though we were chest to chest and I was holding him against me. We were eager to draw each other into one another’s space, there was no such thing as too close - too much. He pulled back and ran a finger down one of my tusks before placing a gentle kiss on it. I shivered. His face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath and smell the earthy clean smell from the pool. The hand still caught around the back of my head pulled me close to him. His eyes closed and we were kissing again. He was good at it and I was losing myself to it. His tongue was suddenly in my mouth and I could taste him. He tasted sweet, warm and my breath hitched again as I heard a gentle whimper escape his lips. His fingers curled and pulled my hair tight. 

“Drunrag.” His voice was nothing more than a whispery breath. “I love you.” His lips brushed against mine as he spoke and I felt the words. Felt them and knew them to be true. That feeling that he was some other part of me that I needed to be whole thrummed with confirmation that yes, he was mine. He was mine and he would complete me.

“Nod merad.” I growled. “Nod djenifad. Nod sanitrash.” I slipped into orcish and my voice came out low and desperate. “Na dovid dra ek na kamiam weltha dra. Dra duwam. Nod raebukam.” Every possible confession I could make, I whispered against his lips and I drank the way he clung to me. I held him close and I poured everything I wanted him to know into my words. “Na wukka tompa zak dra.”

He sighed and pulled himself back, taking in the sight of me. “Are you going to tell me what any of that means?”

I smiled, and shook my head. “Not tonight, no.” 

He feigned disappointment then ran his finger down my tusk. “You will teach me?”

I nodded. “Yes. Once you learn to behave. You have been teasing me these last two days.”

He at least had the decency to look coy. “I’m sorry, my love. You…” He chewed on his bottom lip. “You have no idea how hard it is to be next to someone as handsome as you and not be able to do or say anything.”

I jerked, “Handsome?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You do not think you are handsome?”

I shook my head, “Not even by orc standards. I’m rather average.” I couldn’t begin to wonder what those not of my kind see in me.

His jaw hung low and he vehemently shook his head. “False. You are lying to me. There is no one as handsome as you. My Drun.” He said, his finger was still stroking my tusk again and I was struggling to stay focused. “Perhaps you really were made for me.” He said, wistful.

I shook my head. “You have strange ideas.” I ignored the pulsing deep inside me that confirmed what Altan was saying was true. I slowly lowered him back down to the ground, the water rippled around us. “We should be moving on soon if we want to get to my father’s camp before it is late. Wash up quickly.” 

I knew it was abrupt, but if Altan continued to tease me with his golden aura, I would have found myself on top of him and taking things further  well into the next day. I waded away from him and dunked my head into the water and held myself there.

Gruumsh please keep me strong. And promise me that I will have sleep tonight or else I will break. 

Altan looked reluctant to wear the black robe when we stepped out of the water - I made it a point to not stare at the way his now wet braies clung to his hips and thighs and…everything else. I reached for my shirt and held it out to him. “Here, take it until you’re fully dry.” 

It was a big mistake to offer it, because as soon as I saw Altan wearing my tunic, there was a dangerous sense of possessiveness in me. My mate, wearing my shirt. It was far too large for him, but it also looked right for him to be wearing it. The inner voice in my head purred with delight at the sight. 

We were relaxed on the last leg of our journey. I - now lacking a shirt - and Altan carrying our boots in his hands as we both walked barefoot. Something eased between us and we found each other trading soft gazes at each other and I found myself drifting closer to him just so I could brush against him. He hummed next to me and I closed my eyes and let my feet guide me as I listened to the melody he crafted. 

At the end, I opened my eyes and found his eyes on me. 

“Your voice is beautiful.” I said, and I leaned down to kiss him. I admittedly enjoyed kissing - I don’t believe anyone else could have made it as nice as Altan did. 

He hummed in approval as I found my hands holding his waist and pulled him towards me, my arms slid around him perfectly and I wondered if maybe we really were created for one another. I leaned down, cupping his face with my hands and letting the light of his golden love warm me inside and through me. I pressed my forehead to his, holding each other still for a moment. And then my lips found his and we savored the taste of each other. He was sweet and lovely and I loved him. The word I had skirted around, tested and wondered until finally I knew it's truth. I loved him completely. 

I didn’t smell the humans until it was too late.

I heard the quick sharp thwip of an arrow just before I felt the hard impact on my thigh and suddenly a dull, throbbing pain. I grunted, stepped back and looked down to see an arrow lodged in my leg. 

“Drun!” Altan yelled, his hands clinging to me. We both whipped around to see at the crest of a hill three men, all of them pointing arrows at us. 

“They found us.” He breathed.

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Should never have seen people paring Sabrina Carpenter and Drew Starkey together cause not only am I now longing for a romcom between them that'll never happen, but now I wanna watch Good Luck Charlie...

(Ps. In a perfect world, if Sabrina and Drew did star in a romcom, what would it be like? My vote is "How to Lose a Guy in 10 days")

[juanabaloo]

def bummed by recent Dem convention actions. denying any Palestinians from speaking on stage is fuct up. silencing Uncommitted delegates is fuct up. you let Republicans speak, you let the Border Patrol guy speak, you let 2 billionaires speak (Oprah and IL gov). there IS a genocide going on, which the convention Dems are trying their hardest to make everyone forget. fuck that. complicit ass motherfuckers. (and yes i'm including most of the crowd that is just treating it like a sports game and excited to cheer on their home team.)

Muslim women for Harris just disbanded. this is how you lose Michigan, which i have been worrying for a while was forever lost after everything Biden has done. (zionist POS - let this genocide be his fucking legacy forever and always)

at this point the only Palestinian the Dems will feature would prob be DJ Khaled (derogatory).

and yet, there's a weird feeling here too. this feeling of comfort, bc ofc the Dems are gonna fuck this up. they can't not. this is what usually happens.

this isn't a message to be complacent, or vote third party for president. (i'm not even gonna say vote for Trump bc if that was an option for you kindly fuck off forever and choke on a bagel.) we have to keep the pressure on. shout outs to Code Pink and Not Another Bomb and the Uncommitted Movement. they are heroes!

this is a message of desperation for whatever higher up Dems might be reading tumblr and see this. pls i am begging you make your bosses fucking care about genocide if nothing else bc it looks terrible.

if Dems really wanted to obliterate the Republicans in this election, like Reagan levels of blue-ness, like trifectas and huge margins and down ballot wins, this is all they have to do:

move left on immigration, none of this copying Trump bullshit. pathway to citizenship etc. BOOM Arizona.

move left on unions and economic issues. tax the rich a shit ton etc. BOOM Nevada.

stop funding genocide. immediate ceasefire, immediate arms embargo, with detailed plans for a permanent ceasefire (Jan. 21st pls if not sooner bc of crusty Biden's zionist ass) outline how you will spend the money we will save by not funding Israel's genocide. ($10 million a day, every day. thefuck) intense apology tour in Dearborn and to various Palestinians, no cameras just admitting "we fuct up we're so sorry. we are not even asking for your vote just apologizing for denying your humanity." maybe BOOM Michigan. helps A TON everywhere. BOOM WI, BOOM NC.

Dems are trying to act like people only don't like Biden bc he's old. that's bullshit. Democrats: move left on your policies, end the genocide, and you can have the election results of your wildest dreams.

[tgrailwar]

Tumblr Holy Grail War, Another Start: Wave 2 - Day 1 (Teams Saber, Rider, Assassin, and Lancer)

Cu Chulainn: "Seems like I'm in. Glad to work with you all, I'm Lancer. Sorry for the spear rain. Felt like showing off a bit."

Izou: "Well, I didn't see it, but considering how spooked you've got everyone else, I'll take your word for it. Good workin' with ya."

Musashi: "Which just leaves Archer. I mean, we managed to convince your Masters, but… he seems a bit more on the stubborn side, and his Masters might want to still win the Grail."

Cu Chulainn: "I dunno. He's stiff, but probably not unreasonable. I'm sure we can convince him to help us out. Besides, he's powerful. You saw that bow of his firsthand, didn't you?"

Musashi: "I can't deny that... I mean, both you and him have divine blood, right?"

Cu Chulainn: "Eh, I guess so. But he loved to flaunt it, for sure."

Mandricardo: "…Then it seems like we're better off splitting up. Some of us go fight or try and recruit the others, some of us find clues."

Musashi: "Makes sense to me. Outside of that, our only other option is to just... kill the other Servants and see what happens when the Grail manifests. And that might not be for the best."

Izou: "...Got it, got it. I mean, feels like we've gotta kill the two new Servants regardless, but I'll hold my blade. Sound good to you guys, Masters?"

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Welcome to Part 2 of the Tumblr Holy Grail War!

There are now 4 phases for each 'Wave'.

Starter Phase

Decision Phase

Encounter Phase

Prep Phase

You're currently in the 'Ready Phase'. As an allied team, this is where you decide who does what by voting!

The top two Servant results in the poll will be out and about, either finding new allies or fighting other Servants!

The latter two Servant results in the poll will go and investigate the Grail War! Watch out, because there's a chance that they may be attacked as well! Uncover clues about the Grail War while your allies are out fighting on the field!

(If additional Servants are added to an alliance, they'll simply be 'benched' for the round if they're in last place)

Investigating Servants won't have the full scope of their abilities, but that doesn't mean they're weak! Rather than the +2% bonus from being ambushed, they gain a special 'Investigation Skill' instead.

All 'Anti-Class' bonuses have been reset!

Vote here!

At the end of a Wave, all Servants decide whether they want to stay allied or not. Allied Servants are 'severed', becoming options for combat, and are unable to return to an alliance for 2 Waves.

Servant Skills:

Miyamoto Musashi (Saber)

Skills:

Heavenly Eye (A) - When fighting in a free-for-all, gain +5% to your final score, and reduce their scores by -2%.

Fifth Force (A) - Instead of a 3% boost to 1-on-1 confrontations as per 'Saber' restrictions, it's instead raised to 8%. If victory over another Servant during a combat poll is above 50%, the opposing Servant gains two 'wounds' instead of one.

Battle Continuation (EX) - If she loses a confrontation while on her final wound, if there's only a 10% difference between the scores, she can slip out unscathed.

Investigation Skill, Magic Resistance (A): When attacked during 'Investigation', gain +5% defensive boost.

Musashi is on her last wound! 'Battle Continuation EX' is active!

Status: [0 Command Spells, 2/3 wounds]

Mandricardo (Rider)

Skills:

Brigliadoro's Neigh (A) - Increases the Rider-class trait to +5% rather than +3% in free-for-all brawls.

Armor of the Nine Worthies (A) - When attacked, reduces the amount of the Servant's final combat poll result by 10%.

The Instant Before the Strike (C) - When on his last ‘wound’, gain a 15% permanent boost to his final combat poll results.

Investigation Skill, Riding (B): When attacked during 'Investigation', if engaged in a Free-for-All and has a final score within 5% of an ally, do not gain a wound.

Mandricardo has [1] wound!

Status: [1 Command Spell, 1/3 wounds]

Okada Izou (Assassin)

Skills:

Man-Slayer (A) - When fighting a Servant that possesses a wound, gain a +3% boost. When fighting a Servant that possesses 2 wounds, gain +5% instead.

Presence Concealment (B) - When 'playing defensively', cannot be attacked by ANY Servant outside of Archer or Caster.

Swordplay as Swift and Powerful as a Falcon (A) - When going up against another Servant 1-on-1, gain +7% to final combat poll results instead of +5%, and reduce their combat poll results by 3%.

Investigation Skill, Eye of Mind (False) (C): Cannot be attacked while 'Investigating', redirects any attacking Servants to another target if possible. If no other targets, fight with a +3% bonus.

Izou has [1] wound!

Status: [2 Command Spells, 1/3 wounds]

Cu Chulainn (Lancer)

Skills:

Rune Magecraft (B) - When fighting in a free-for-all, gain a +5% to combat score results. Additionally, any skills that reduce scores against Lancer will have their effectiveness reduced by 1%.

Battle Continuation (A) - Is able to take 4 'wounds' instead of the normal 3. On his last ‘wound’, gain a permanent +5% boost to final combat poll results.

Protection from Arrows (B) - When going against an Archer, Caster or Assassin-class Servant, gain a +5% to final combat poll results, and reduce their results by 5% as well.

Investigation Skill, Divinity (B): When attacked during an 'investigation', lower enemy boosts by 4%, and increase allies boost by 2%.

Cu Chulainn has [2] wounds!

Status: [1 Command Spell, 2/4 wounds]