#i worship ron to the stars

[isagrimorie]

So I was just reading through a Daystrom post about Voyager, I like Daystrom on reddit because it goes in depth and posters there don’t go off the rails with vitriol (it still happens though).

Anyway this was a years old post about a realistic take on Voyager and through most of it I find it interesting and then hit this:

In keeping with the idea that the Maquis would have a much more (for lack of a better word) down-to-Earth perspective on going it alone in a hostile environment, I could actually picture Chakotay or even Tuvok advocating for regime change against stronger hostile alien powers that Voyager might be dealing with for an extended period of time. This wouldn't come from a place of inherent violence or bloodlust from either man, but from a simple place of it being their best chance for survival. For example, in "Year of Hell", we learn that Krenim space extends for 5000 parsecs - that's 16,000 light-years. It would take Voyager well over a decade to clear it (almost two decades). In a situation where the leader of the Krenim government was actively aggressive against Voyager, and the crew had an opportunity to replace him with someone more friendly, I think Chakotay or Tuvok might push Janeway to authorize a CIA-like operation to do it. Of course, making friendly contact would always be the preferred option, but for the more hostile and extreme situations Voyager's foreign policy may end up looking more like that of Section 31.

Ex. Cuse. Me????

You mean war crimes?? Actual war crimes!

Trek folk always accuse Janeway or Voyager of not going fast as possible or breaking the Prime Directive and then suggest this!

Also, Chakotay and Tuvok? LOL. I don’t know if OP was paying attention closely but neither men have the stomach for such actions.

The time they convinced Janeway to roll around in the mud with the Kazon, both Chaktoay and Tuvok balked at the dirty work that had to be done. It’s why after that moment whenever they brought in some morally questionable but logical tactic Janeway’s shuts them down. She knows them, loves them, and know they would have cold feet immediately.

And then the OP added things from Ron Moore, the vaunted What He Would Change— there were some good ideas but also these are the takes that made me realize I would hate his version of Voyager.

Much like I ended up disliking most of BSG.

"When we were talking story before the season began, I thought, 'One of the shows you should do is the trial of Captain Janeway. You should have the crew, one day, put her on trial.' That would be a real major thing in [the] life of the ship, if the crew can do that, if they really have the power to take command away from her at any moment. If they are really willing to put her under that kind of microscope, it calls into question the entire structure of the show, the entire social fabric, the command structure. Why are we behaving in this way? Why do we hew to these rules anymore? Do the rules still apply to us? What do we find within the rules that work? What do we find that doesn't work? What does it say about Janeway? I thought that there is ground to play there."

I’m glad this didn’t happen because this is another show entirely— it belongs on a different franchise.

I don’t mind Janeway being questioned and challenged and Trial episodes would be good and some friction would be good. But a full scale mutiny? On the first woman Captain? The Optics would be terrible, and putting Janeway on trial for what??

Didn’t Sisko, on his watch Poison a whole damned planet and didn’t even get a slap on the wrist? He got celebrated for it.

And I love Sisko but every-time people mention Janeway never faced the consequences of her actions away with everything… this is the kind of thinking that got Janeway killed in the Litverse because the writers thought she needed to be brought down a peg.

So no thank you on that.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Harry Potter

The Ordeal of Being Known by louisfake

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.

Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

Super Mario Bros

Cooking Mama (Luigi)! by Little_RedHots_Riding_Hood

Luigi was having a perfectly peaceful stroll through the Toad Market - the sun was shining, he'd just found a lovely handmade blanket, and was on his way to the bakery before heading back to his and Mario's home.

Only... what was that sniffling noise from that dark, scary alleyway?

Of all the creatures he was expecting to find, the littlest prince of the Koopa Kingdom certainly wasn't it.

Star Wars

the tiger is out by elumish

Wolffe looks like he’s regretting having a second Jedi with them.

DC

Cryp-Tim by PrinceJakeFireCake

"The cons of dating Tim Drake were innumerous. For one, he was almost impossible to photograph, and so none of Kon’s friends at school actually believed he existed. His family was scary, horrifying really, and all of them seemed to find joy in making Tim regret ever being born. And Tim had charmed Ma and Pa Kent so thoroughly, they had ditched their shovel talk to instead coo at him and offer him pie and compliment him for fixing their tractor, so Kon was at a disadvantage when it came to intimidating someone with his family.”

Kon and Tim date. It goes pretty well, all things considered.

Tim Has a Hero Worship-y Crush on Every Robin Ever by PrinceJakeFireCake

"Tim as an adult was bad enough, Tim with no filter as a child was too much to be around."

Cork Board Contingencies by PrinceJakeFireCake

If you don’t use a cork board to obsessively plan contingencies for every possible way a date with your best friend can go, how can you go on a date at all?

Excerpt: “Are you free next Saturday?” Tim asked, pretty sure that Kon’s jumble of words was agreement that he wanted to date Tim.

“Maybe!” Kon exclaimed.

“Cool,” Tim commented, taking another sip of his drugged grape soda (“Dammit, Tim,” he mentally told himself. “Do not give in! Buy new grape soda! Stop drinking the drugged grape soda! I’ve shotgunned another can of drugged grape soda, haven’t I? Dammit, that makes five!”) then saying, “That gives me just enough time to pass out for fifty-two hours and plan our first date."

Immunology by JustGettingBy

Hypothetically speaking. Could a hybrid creature become suddenly not viable? Like say it survives being an embryo, makes it through growing up, and then just one day… stops? the text from Kon reads.

Tim’s heart spikes up through his ribs. Kon. What’s happening?

(OR Kon gets the flu. It becomes Tim's problem.)

Change of Plans by PrinceJakeFireCake

"Who’s your friend, Tim?” the voice asked.

Jason hissed. This was his baby! Not his friend!

“Sorry, sorry,” the voice hastened to apologize. “I mean, who’s your parent, Tim?”

AKA, who has the time to be a murderous crime/drug lord when there are kittens to adopt

Motion Blur by sElkieNight60

At Damian's school art showcase, Bruce realizes he needs to help Tim reframe their relationship.

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Cale transforms into a child. He’s roughly 7 years old, but he’s small. It’s Cale Henituse’s child body, not Kim Rok Soo, thankfully.

The person who cursed him, a demonic worshipper, says that the curse didn’t transform his memories. Only his body. He says that- while Cale has all the experience of his original person- it’s now being projected through the mind of a 7 year old.

The curse can’t regress a persons mind. It can borrow a strong illusion, base it off the past, and transform someone into it- similar to Fredo’s Naru form- but it can’t mess with memories. It can only temporarily shrink the minds eye into what it used to be. For Cale, he is suddenly viewing all of his memories from the perspective of his 7 year old self.

Choi Han demands to know his incentive, and why he’s telling them about the curse at all.

“Hmph. I was hired by the White Star to inconvenience his enemy. That doesn’t mean I hate the guy personally, it’s just business. The One I worship deals with bartering, but He isn’t unfair. Your hands will already be full, so consider my explanation a small mercy for the curse you’ve been dealt.”

The worshipper expects Cale to start bawling and wailing as soon as his eyes open. Or to be confused and scream in terror. Maybe both, honestly.

But then the child opens his eyes.

No one moves. The boy scans the battlefield, looks down at himself, and looks back up. His stare is piercing and untrusting.

He meets the eyes of Raon Miru.

‘Family.’

The sudden sensation is jarring and foreign, and the mix of memories that he gathers from the feeling only works to overwhelms him. He clenches his fists and stares at those deep blue eyes.

The boys lip quivers and his eyes tear up, but he doesn’t make a sound. He looks towards the kittens, and that feeling rises in his chest again. Thick and overwhelming, blossoming in his lungs and making it hard to breathe.

‘Family’

He almost sobs- but the boy’s hands clamp onto his mouth and he shuts his eyes. His legs curl up.

‘Crying is bad.’

‘Hide.’

‘Don’t make a sound.’

The darkness behind his eyes startled him into opening them again, and he meets the eyes of Ron. He knows this man. He’s scary, and makes him drink bitter and sour lemon tea, but that’s okay because at the end of the day he’ll protect him.

The tears run down his face in big droplets, but he holds his breath. His hands are near-suffocating him, because releasing the air would create noise. So he holds it.

This mind, this boy, is fresh in this world. He understands scary emotions and bad emotions, but he doesn’t understand the rest.

Looking at everyone creates so many feelings that he doesn’t know how to comprehend.

‘Safety’

‘Trust’

‘Reliability’

But- when he was 7- he didn’t know those definitions. And right now, they scare him. He stumbles onto his feet, swamped in clothes that don’t fit him. He thinks about running away, but nearly trips on the fabric.

It’s all heavy and warm, soft and firm… but can he keep it? His mind stirs through his memories.

Yes. He wants to. So he can.

He grabs and pulls at them with one of his hands, but he’s not very strong and can’t do it. (He finds himself distracted very quickly. He can’t hold onto his memories very well, and he keeps finding himself on the next page of the life he’s lived)

He won’t be able to take them with him.

His tears run faster and he stumbles a little from being so lightheaded. He exhales, gasping. His eyes have gotten a new emptyness to them. Absence. He can’t have these clothes. He can’t have nice things. He drops his hand from his mouth and stares down.

…

He could trust someone to grab them for him. He knows he can… hmm.

He looks up. He looks at Choi Han, Ron, Beacrox, before seeing Rosalyn. Yes, Rosalyn. She’s helped with heavy things before. So has… Eruhaben, with the directory of books, and the others with different things, but he feels their overwhelming strength and calmly deduces that Rosalyn is his best choice. She’s strong, but he’s aware that she’s less violent. Or rude.

Tears are running down his face but his chest has stopped seizing up with hiccups and he can breathe again, so he meets her eyes and asks.

“Please help me with my clothes.”

She flinches, as if dumbfounded. He doesn’t understand why so he patiently waits. He… trusts her. She won’t say no.

The world is silent. The demonic worshipper left after Cale opened his eyes, and everyone assisting the worshipper had also left.

His companions, although very smart and intelligent, were so utterly stunned by Cale’s small figure and strange awakening that they forgot someone should go chase after the enemy, consumed by their concern.

Rosalyn softens her expression and walks over to crouch by Cale. “… Cale-nim?”

His expression falls by a minuscule amount. She must not be able to do it. He… thought he understood her abilities, but maybe he was wrong.

“That’s okay,” he stares into her eyes. “I can manage if you can’t.” She flinches, opening her mouth, but Cale lifts his hand and Sound of the Wind picks up him and his clothes. He smiles, slightly. Competence. The feeling is nice. He rises high in the air and he looks at the horizon. He forgets where he is, for a moment. The sun is setting.

“C-Cale-nim!” Rosalyn shouts, and Cale flinches and releases Sound of the Wind, falling back down.

A flash of gold, and he’s wrapped up in someone’s arms.

‘Strength’

‘Softness’

‘Trust’

“Oh.” Cale blinks up at Eruhaben. “Thank you.”

He kicks his feet, a little pleased with himself. Now he doesn’t have to walk or carry his clothes around. He keeps his hands to himself, tucked into his lap from how Eruhaben is now carrying him with one arm

‘Scars’

‘Dirty’

‘Ruined’

He pauses and looks at his hands. No scars.

He loses track of everyone’s eyes and frantically scans his arms and looks under his large heavy shirt. He smiles a little more.

“Cale,” Eruhaben asks, not as soft as Rosalyn had spoken, but softer than usual. “Are you looking for something?”

Cale blinks. No, he wouldn’t have the scars would he? His memories stumble over themselves, but he recalls that his life as Kim Rok Soo is a secret. He thinks hard, before looking up at Eruhaben and shaking his head.

“No. My skin is just very pale.” He lies easily. Yes, this is a different body. He doesn’t have the scars. He wrings his hands together and tucks them into his lap again.

Eruhaben analyzes Cale. The boy turns his eyes away and looks around.

Everyone is waiting for their chance to interact with the boy, but the moment to strike is stolen away by Ron.

“Young master-nim, can you tell us what you remember?”

The name takes a moment to click. He hums and looks down at his lap.

He remembers…

He flinches. He can remember Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk. He can remember the monsters and devastation. He can remember losing his terrible uncle and he remembers the orphanage…

He clenches his hands together. With an iron will that doesn’t suit a 7 year old, he forces the tears down and looks Ron in the eyes.

“I don’t want to think about that.” He declares in a hoarse voice. “I want to only remember the good things. I want to… I want to leave the hard things behind.”

The group is stunned. He was saying meaningful things, even at the age of seven?

Rosalyn steps up. As an older sister, she understands what Cale is actually trying to imply.

“Cale-nim, you need to remember the hard times too. They won’t go away. Can you answer me a question?” He looks at her. “Just shake your head yes or no. Do you remember us?”

Cale nods. His arms and hands are tight however, as if he can’t even relax himself around Eruhaben, someone he apparently remembers very well. With Rosalyn too, he confused her hesitance with refusal. The group can’t help but feel confused.

“Cale-nim,”

Choi Han finally asks.

“Why, are you so tense?”

Cale looks at him. His eyes feel like they’re boring into Choi Han’s soul, before the boy finally responds.

“I’m dirty.” Everyone flinches, and Choi Han looks destroyed. Except the boys eyebrows pinch. “I… used to be dirty. People don’t like when dirty things touch them,”

Ron’s benign smile is broken with those words, but Cale looks up at Eruhaben and runs through his memories.

He hums. Then he releases all of his tension and leans into the ancient dragons chest comfortably, closing his eyes. “Mm. I was wrong. You’re okay to touch.”

With the group falling into silence, Eruhaben decides to take the initiative and teleports them out of the battle zone and somewhere more comfortable.

The boy answers a few more questions while Eruhaben and Rosalyn find some of Hong’s old clothes for him to wear. He doesn’t talk out of turn, and stays painfully polite.

With everyone lost on the curse, Choi Han, Beacrox, and Ron set out to find the bastard who cursed him, while Eruhaben, Rosalyn, and the children decide to intrude on the Crown Prince’s peace in order to see what the royal library has got on demonic curses.

Cale demands to be carried by Eruhaben again, and swings his legs in delight when the ancient dragon caves.

On and Hong stare at Cale from Rosalyn’s arms, while Raon stays silent but crams himself right into his humans thin and lanky arms. Cale doesn’t say it, but he’s very satisfied with the arrangement. Family… feels good, he decides.

They teleport straight into Alberu’s room, and the Prince spots Cale’s red hair and recognizes him immediately. He stares intensely at the tiny Cale. Cale stares back with an even stronger intensity.

This goes on for a few very long moments.

Then Alberu hangs his head and covers his face with his hands, swearing to himself. Rosalyn thinks that she heard him say the word ‘crazy.’

Cale grins and kicks his feet. Eruhaben notes that, although Cale seems to remember everyone like before, he’s worse at hiding his emotions.

For instance, he scoffs with amusement, Cale clearly finds the Crown Princes agony hilarious.

Of course he does.

The prince’s suffering lasts for as long as his head is down, because as soon as he brings it up and sees little Cale kicking his legs and smiling, he visibly melts.

The prince looks at Eruhaben, covering his grin with his hand. “Is he- please tell me he’s also mentally a child too. Please,”

Eruhaben looks down at Cale, who’s still staring at the Prince, but this time with a pinch in his eyebrows.

Raon answers. “Yes! And no. He thinks like a child, but he remembers all of us! So don’t worry your highness!”

The Prince looks at Cale with an impish gleam in his eye. (Can he get a child version of Cale to relax and not mess with things?) Meanwhile, Cale has seemingly made up his mind, setting his face and asking, “What do I call you?”

At the rooms silence, he stares harder. “Your highness? Alberu? Hyung?” He tilts his head, frowning. “The sun of our kingdom-“

“No-!” Alberu almost jumps out of his seat. His hand fell from his face and his shit eating grin is on full display. “No, no. Ahem. I’m your hyung, so call me that.”

Cale nods, his face relaxing. “Okay hyung-nim.” Alberu smiles harder. Eruhaben sighs in exasperation at Alberu’s antics, but decides to let it be.

After all, he’s putting the Prince to work.

“Alberu Crossman,” Eruhaben addresses the Prince. “Cale has been cursed by a demonic worshipper. So, me and Rosalyn will be searching your royal library for information on the matter. Send some servants down with instructions to gather every book on demonic curses. We will also be infiltrating Endable’s Kingdom if we don’t find anything of use. We could be back in a few days.”

The words settle into Alberu’s mind, and the blood drains from his face. He looks towards Rosalyn.

“Wait-“

On and Hong jump from her arms, and Eruhaben sets Cale on Alberu’s bed with Raon. Alberu gets out of his seat and flinches.

“Hold on-“

Eruhaben steps back and teleports away with Rosalyn. Alberu, stuck with his hand in the air and his mouth wide open, feels the will to live leave his body.

Part 2 , Part 3

[galaxostars]

☾ Fic masterlist 𖤓

Hi, I’m Iris, I mostly write about HP and rare pairs :)

In this house we hate JK Rowling with a burning passion, and love everyone part of the LGBTQ+ community. It’s a loving and judgment free zone ! No ship/kink bashing either <3

+18 | mdni

general ao3 link: main account & dead dove account

Main

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧

All of you : one shot, 5k, E, drarry smut ft small cock Draco and body worship from Harry

Lights up : 3/3, 28k, written for the Transfest, E, Sirius' journey with gender, featuring ftm Remus, non-binary Teddy raised by wolfstar

Show me your teeth : one shot, 25.9 k, E, a jegulus meet cute at a costume party in which they have sex, and discover each other’s identities in the morning. Featuring some black brother angst, Jame’s nipple piercing and funny banter.

Stitches undone : one shot, 30k, written for the TTPD fest, E, Lily isn't over her first love when she falls for someone a second time, and Regulus is still carrying the weight of his heartbreak when he meets someone new. Little do they know, the name they're running from may just be the very person they need.

The most beautiful part of me (is you) : one shot, 14.6 k, E, a prongsfoot one shot in which James comforts Sirius struggling to cope with his guilt post Prank. HAE but mind the tags !

Fuck. Me. Up. : one shot, 4k with art, E, rosekiller smut with fan art by Steffi

Take me for a ride : one shot, 7k, E, Sirius teases Remus, finally convincing him to go on a ride (or, me satisfying my bike kink)

"You love a good ride, don't you?" : one shot, 6.6k, E, James fucks his bike and Regulus gets jealous (or, me satisfying my bike kink... again)

Like stars, we'll burn ourselves out : wip 3/8, 31k, E, a Remus/James slowburn featuring the roommate trope

Lonely hearts : one shot, 31k, E, Teddy Lupin works as a massage therapist and is in for a surprise when his new client turns out to be none other than his estranged godfather (Heddy ft grief, touch starved werewolf Teddy and second chances)

Locked Longings : one shot, 8.3k, written for the TTPD fest, E, Sirius fantasizes about Monty, based on the song "Guilty as Sin"

Untamed desires : one shot, 12.5k, E, Draco pines over Charlie and Harry (shameless smut)

Trip, Switch : one shot, 15.8k, E, five times Krum made Ron blush and one time Ron got his revenge

Scars sparkle in the moonlight : one shot, 3.6 k, E, collective work, Pandora and Xeno find Remus during the full moon and proceed to help him through it (or, a soulmate AU) 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧

Dead Dove

Written in the stars : one shot, 11k, E, prongsfoot but if sirius was adopted by the Potters

Rotten love : one shot, 7k, E, starcest inferi cannibalism smut

Haunted breaths : one shot, 5k, E, ghost regulus sees himself in Draco... in more ways than one

Sweet promises : one shot, 7k, E, Alphirius cockwarming smut

Deadly flowers and their happy side effects : one shot, 4.5 k, E, starcestbucks and sex pollen

Bathroom discoveries : one shot, 1.6 k, E, microfic for @microcest : starcest sharing a bathroom

Un amour lunaire : one shot, 6.4 k, E, underage, starcest ft Sirius comforting his brother after a nightmare

Dinner treats : one shot, 2.1k, M, testing how affectionate they can act in public ft Sirius/Alphard

Lovesick : one shot, 14.3 k, E, starcestbucks featuring the "there was only one bed" trope

[schraubd]

Could RFK Jr. Succeed as a Republican?

The utterly unsurprising news that the majority of Robert F. Kennedy Jr.'s major financial backers are dyed-in-the-wool Republicans, and that his "surging" poll numbers are being driven primarily by newfound love from Republican voters, makes me wonder: how would he fare if he actually ran as a Republican?

Obviously, on the issues he's a much closer match to the GOP these days. The anti-vaxx paranoia and overall conspiracy mindset goes without saying. His foreign policy stances are called "tankie" when they're nominally coming from the left, but if you're a Republican they're just bog-standard "isolationist" Putin-worship. Even some of his seemingly more "progressive" government spending ideas could easily be folded into a MAGA-style "build baby build" argument; the same goes for his railings against big business vis-a-vis a Josh Hawley style of politics (it's all easier once you remember that all of these positions -- whether held by Kennedy or Trump or Hawley -- are all vibes, no content, so it's no struggle to assimilate them into a new host).

And symbolically, I think he has a lot to offer to the GOP. It's not just the high-profile "defector" thing (as absurd as that label is to apply to someone like Kennedy). He also -- again, symbolically, not substantively -- harkens back to "my granddaddy's Democratic Party", feeding into the larger grievance narrative of older White voters who retain some nostalgia for the mid-20th century glory days but are convinced that "the party left them". And even in presentation, Kennedy has some Trumpian vibes: the superficial visage of power and influence, paired with the superficial visage of being a "rebel" who's standing up to his own "class" (I can't keep repeating that this is all nonsense, but nonsense is very appealing to GOP primary voters).

Do I think he could oust Trump? No, because I don't think anybody can oust Trump in a GOP primary. Do I think he could become a serious player -- more so than the shooting star crashing meteor that is Ron DeSantis? Absolutely. And as, for example, a Trump VP pick, RFK Jr. makes an alarming amount of sense. The biggest question might be whether the delusions that prompted Kennedy to run in the first place will obscure the greener grass that awaits him on the GOP side of the fence; because otherwise going GOP seems like the obvious play for him.

via The Debate Link https://ift.tt/weyz4MG

[biblioflyer]

Picard s3e10 "The Last Generation"

I laughed, I cried, I cheered, but I'm not free of conflicts.

The artificial constraints of a 10 episode season are something I really feel acutely. So I'll start off with an acknowledgment: if OG Picard fans are furious, I get it. I don't share your anger, but I do understand it.

Spoilers ahead.

I broadly agree with the creaky older fan sentiment that in many ways Season Three is what Season One should have been. Primarily in that the absence of the rest of the main characters and centering Picard and Picard only and, to some extent, Data, was a disservice to the rest of the TNG ensemble.

A flaw that was rectified in Season Three. However, by rectifying it in Season Three and then committing to the story they were going to tell in the amount of minutes they were going to tell it in, a grim sort of triage inevitably was going to take place. The victims overwhelmingly were the characters and storylines of Seasons One and Two.

That was neither kind nor fair.

I won't pretend I didn't love this season. But I also was aware of and frustrated by what was missing because I am committed to the ideals I started this blog on: these are my self conscious reactions, reflections, and introspections rather than objective truths I live and die by and demand others validate, lest they be deemed "not real fans."

Now I myself will not be buying a ticket for the Matalas hate train. I think there was an awareness that a lot was being left on the cutting room floor to cater to fans like...well, me, and an attempt was made to offer an overture to a possible sequel series not unlike a "sorry for your loss" bouquet.

Should you view that as a fair consolation prize for only addressing Seven and Raffi's relationship with a couple of quips and an action movie one liner? Or literally forgetting Elnor?

Were I in your place, I probably wouldn't. But I sincerely hope we get that sequel show so that proper amends can be made.

Hopefully it will also include Worf so that the DS9ers can get justice for Jadzia.

Although, I am a bit pessimistic that its going to happen even with the overwhelmingly positive reception. Two overlapping ship focused shows seems unlikely unless Enterprise-G is a metaplot driven narrative show while Strange New Worlds is episodic with light sprinkles of meta. A prospect that I am kind of meh on. Season Three proves that you can do a season long narrative and it not get too bloated or convoluted and deliver a satisfying finish, but I don't know that its enough for me to trust the concept of the 10 episode version of a classic Trek two parter going forward. Five times burned, twice shy.

For those keeping score, that's seven seasons of serialized Trek with five that I think were not well executed overall, not unforgivably so, but they definitely had a clumsy adolescence as their shows matured. I liked Discovery season 4 quite a bit. I'm not on the "Discovery sucks" anti-hype train either, but I think the show has rather clearly been showing its work as it has struggled season after season to figure out its own unique identity and to balance that identity with the expectations of the broader Star Trek franchise, navigating the hellscape of the fandom and trying to figure out which parts have valid criticisms and which are misanthropes who are allergic to other people experiencing joy: and its been a messy process.

What also steals some of my euphoria from the ending of Picard is the announcement of the Section 31 movie.

I love Michelle Yeoh, I even like the character of Georgiou, but I don't trust anyone who has been involved in Trek to date, not even Ron Moore or Robert Hewitt Wolfe, to not resuscitate vile late 90s to mid-oughts nihilism and uncritical worship of "hard men making hard choices because the good are too effete and squeamish to do what must be done."

I know, I know, its negative for a Star Trek apologia blog but I hate Section 31. That's the only thing I'll ever gatekeep. Its a violent refutation of the core premises of Star Trek: that reason and decency win in the end and the endless fascination with constructing scenarios where characters have no other choice but to do near genocides, assassination, and other grimderp shenanigans really infuriates me. There are multiple franchises where I would accept that with zero qualms: Babylon 5, Star Wars, Farscape, Stargate, Battlestar Galactica*, the Expanse etc. but they don't have that same core premise that good wins because good is actually how you win.

*Although it got REAL tedious REAL quick because of how excessively Moore's Galactica leaned into this. Which is incidentally kind of why even though I admire the man, I kind of want to see him and Star Trek keep 500 feet from each other at all times. The guy is way too into torturing series leads. Save that for O'Brien, he lives on pain.

So, to recap.

Dear S1/S2 fans. I adored this ending: it was everything I love about TNG right down to Picard saving the day through warmth and decency. But I'm sorry you got screwed. This is not a zero sum game to me. I think there was a way we could have all been happy and it sucks that wasn't a priority.

[i-gwarth]

Dead Space (2023) - Social themes and Unitology

I was a big fan of the original trilogy and I cam to this remake with high hopes. I got pretty much what I expected i.e. a recapturing of the visuals and sounds and scares of the original with a tightened narrative and some new bells and whistles. I sort of hope this leads EA to revive the series, because I feel like this setting has themes even more relevant in 2023 than they were in 2008.

Settings like the Expanse and Dead Space, and even older ones like Alien, try to imagine what the world would look like if (in the words of Cody Johnston) you try to build Star Trek but skip a bunch of steps. You get a highly-technological society that's also a hellhole, owned either by mega-corporations like CEC, or de-facto totalitarian regimes like EarthGov, which constantly try to out-do one another in repression, control and dystopianism. Workers are inevitably *fucked* in a setting like this; there's too much power, technology and wealth concentrated at the top for any sort of social change to be viable. It almost feels like it's too late.

And all you have to do to see the seeds of that world is look out the window, at the society we have in the 2020s.

Dead Space in particular also carries a third element to the far-future space-dystopia: grift religions. In a world where most people live under some form of repression, hope can become a commodity. And that inevitably will lead someone to figure out how to manufacture, package and sell it. The movie Babylon AD portrays something like this with the Noelite church, but Dead Space does it more elaborately.

Back when I played the 2008 version of Dead Space, the Church of Unitology was its most outlandish and least believable aspect. I could believe aliens that reanimated dead tissue, but this? It was *so obviously* a con job, so clearly aimed at bringing a minimal amount of hope to the lower classes while creating the most amount of power for itself. It was so transparently similar to the Scientologist cult, that I had a hard time believing anyone could ever fall for it. I didn't think a modern, post-Enlightenment society could be tricked by this shallow veneer of superstitious, spiritualist "hope".

But then 15 years passed. I grew up and learned about how nobody is completely immune to cult conditioning. I found out how rare critical thinking actually is. Then Qanon happened. I started reading about a cult that tricked a bunch of bigoted, self-righteous people into giving its figureheads money and worshipping a transparently self-serving con-man. I heard people talk with conviction about the certainty of the Great Awakening.

I basically watched the American public (and some Europeans) get tricked by a cult that's about a thousand times less refined and well-constructed than Unitology. It worked. A bunch of shitposts by internet ratfucker Ron Watkins triggered a political movement with evident religious overtones.

Late capitalism so thoroughly rots the brain of people that some will be ready to believe anything if it will give them a feeling of hope, no matter how feeble and transparently artificial.

I'm not trying to say that some garish horror videogame is providing prophecy on the shape of the future. But I do think it's illustrative of the necessity for social change in order for humanity to avoid living in a dystopia that's even worse and stupider than anything imagined by fiction. It's such an obvious and inescapable necessity that even a game published by one of the worst companies in the world can capture it. The worst direct critique of capitalism Dead Space can come up with is a shitty grafitto in a bathroom stall. But indirectly, the inevitability of collapse is almost taken for granted.

[weerd1]

ENT Rewatch Starlog,  18 February, 2024: Episode 3.12 “Chosen Realm”

As Travis and Trip complete a recon mission inside the cloaking field of a sphere, a small alien ship observes them heading back to Enterprise. The leader, D’Jamat remarks that this is what they have been waiting for. 

Later on Enterprise while T’Pol is reviewing the Sphere data, the bridge alerts Archer that a small ship is sending out a distress signal. They rescue the ship and the people on board. Soon it becomes apparent that D’Jamat and his people worship the Sphere builders and consider their presence how the Builders are making the Expanse-The Chosen Realm-into a paradise for their followers. T’Pol is disdainful, but Archer tries to get along. Soon after though D’Jamat reveals his entire crew are basically suicide bombers as they are biologically modified with explosives. One of them detonates to prove the point.

D’Jamat reveals he will destroy Enterprise unless they can use it as the advanced technology that will allow him to end a century long holy war against heretics on their planet of Triannon. 

D’Jamat also tells Archer he must choose one crew member to pay for the sin of violating the sphere as he deletes the database with the Sphere information. Archer chooses himself, convincing D’Jamat that the transporter serves as an execution chamber. He has T’Pol beam him to a secluded location. 

In collusion with Phlox, Archer realizes there are two members of the intruding forces that have issues with D’Jamat’s tactics. Yarrick and his wife Indara have enough problems with this war that Indara approached Phlox to give her an abortion since she does not want her child to be part of this madness. Archer gathers the data Phlox needs to neutralize the explosives, but someone will have to go to the bridge to route the system Phlox needs to sickbay. Archer approaches Yarrick and convinces him to do so. (He also discovers the holy war is a result of one faction believing the Sphere Builders created the Spheres in nine days; the other say it’s ten and this has caused a century-long war.)

Meanwhile, Enterprise is approached by Triannon ships from the other faction, and D’Jamat commences to use Enterprise to start destroying them. While distracted by this, he does not see Yarrick come on the bridge and relay the controls to Phlox he needs, rendering the explosives useless. Archer frees Reed, and in turn, they MACOs, and they begin to retake the ship deck by deck, seizing the bridge just before the last of the other faction are destroyed. 

Back in control, Archer takes D’Jamat and his people back to Triannon where they discover that the two factions had a nuclear exchange eight month previous. There are no major cities left. The war is indeed over, and there are no winners. 

Certainly a dig at fundamentalist ideology in true Star Trek fashion. Recognizing this episode was made just a couple years after the US started a “war on terror” in response to ideologically motivated terrorism, the imagery of the suicide bomber cannot be a coincidence. This episode may not explore those themes as deeply as Ron D. Moore’s “Battlestar Galactica” did around this time period (where the HUMANS were using suicide bombers against CYLONS), but it is an interesting look. Add in the discussion on abortion, written in a world that never dreamed that within a couple of decades the Supreme Court would overturn Roe v. Wade, Enterprise here continues to prove as I have said many times that “Star Trek is always relevant.”

A couple of things this episode also brought to mind for me: The Holy War being fought over whether the period of creation was nine days or ten reminded me of the great Cat exodus from the Red Dwarf in THAT series over whether the novelty hats the chosen should wear would be red or blue. The ending here also echos the ending to one of my very favorite Classic Star Trek episodes, “Let That Be Your Last Battlefield,” where two members of ethnic factions on the planet Cheron have been chasing and fighting one another for thousands of years, and finally return to their homeworld…to find that world destroyed.  Lokai and Bele chose to keep fighting in the ruins of their people; I wonder if D’Jamat’s people would do the same?

Next Voyage:  Hello, Pinkskin. Everyone’s favorite Andorian captain returns to help Enterprise out in a “Proving Ground.”

(Images taken from the main website for @trekcore; I am happy to remove the images if asked.)

[waynecowles]

Adjust Your Antenna - Nathele Graham - twotug@embarqmail.com

“Quench not the Spirit.” 1 Thessalonians 5:19.

I’m going to date myself here. When I was a young child, my family didn’t have a television set. When we finally got one, we had to get an antenna. That antenna went on the roof and captured the signals to give us a picture. We only had three stations, but occasionally we could get a fourth station. Quite often, the picture was full of snow, and sometimes there was a problem with the vertical hold. There were buttons and dials on the TV set to adjust these problems, Sometimes, the problem was more serious than a button on the television set could fix. So, we had to adjust the antenna. The truth is, Christians need to adjust the antenna so we can receive a very clear signal from God. If you aren’t receiving a clear signal, then you need to adjust your antenna. The signal is clear, but the receiver is flawed.

In modern times, most people have at least one television set. Instead of an antenna on the roof, we pay for cable Those cable providers choose what you pay for. Sadly, even the children’s channels, promote things that aren’t Biblical. You might only watch the “good” channels, but you still pay for and support the channels that promote sin. The signal may be clear, but the signal is coming from an evil agenda. Is there a lesson to be learned? We need good reception from God in order to have a true Christian walk. Just like you pay for the sinful channels on cable TV, sin comes with a cost. I choose not to have television. It’s way too expensive and I don’t want to pay for channels that promote sin. I do have a television and a DVD player We buy DVD’s and are able to choose what we pay for. I’m becoming more and more convicted that I shouldn’t pay money for these. Even though the movie might have a good plot with no foul language, violence, or sinful lifestyles, I don’t like spending my money to support the personal lives of the actors and actresses who are ungodly in their lives.

In the first chapter of Romans, I read about what happens to a nation when the people fail to recognize God as the Creator and begin to worship the creation rather than the Creator. He turns them over to a reprobate mind. I believe Scripture and have no doubt that God created everything. I’m far from perfect, but I don’t take pleasure in sin. Am I still taking pleasure in the sin of others when I buy movies with stars who embrace sin? Paul tells us “Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.” Romans 1:32. I need to be sure my antenna is adjusted properly.

Brothers and sisters, it’s important that we all adjust our vertical hold and start looking up. Instead of walking with one foot in the world, stop accepting Satan’s lies as truth. We need to tune out the snow that fuzzes our understanding, by studying Scripture and listening to the guidance of the Holy Spirit. It’s easy to watch a TV show or movie that’s supposed to depict Biblical events, but they all take an “artistic license” and tweak God’s word to make it more entertaining. When I met my husband, he wasn’t a Christian, but his favorite movie was the Ten Commandments. It’s a good movie, but doesn’t follow the Biblical account accurately.

I told Ron “If you like the movie, you really need to read the book”. Eventually, he did study Scripture and that taught him to adjust the vertical hold and tune out the snow that confused God’s truth. When the nation of Israel came back to a right fellowship with God, Solomon built the temple. He listened to God and received a directive that Christians need to heed today. “If my people, who are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways: then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14. That was true for Israel, and it’s true for America and all nations. Too many Christians embrace sin, but expect God’s blessings. We need to tune our hearts to God...adjust our antenna…and turn from our wicked ways.

Many of God’s truths are being obscured with the “snow” caused by a mal-adjusted antenna. One of those truths that seems to get blurred, is God’s relationship with Israel. He is not done with Israel. Make no mistake, Christians have not replaced Israel. Many prophecies have been fulfilled regarding Israel, and more are on the verge of being fulfilled. The horrible events that happened in October 2023, have triggered prophetic events. The United Nations has turned against Israel, and blame them for retaliating against Hamas.

I’m ashamed to say that this is also true of America under the current president. The heinous attack Hamas did to Israel was inexcusable. Israel is not usurping the rights of the “Palestinians” but have returned to the land God gave to Abraham forever. Forever means exactly that…for ever and ever, Amen. There is a promise of blessing to those who bless Israel. “And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.” Genesis 12:3.

As America turns more and more against God’s truths, we are being blessed less and less. Shame on us. I will never forget the sick feeling in my stomach when I saw then president Obama, bow to a Muslim leader. I was also sickened by his mockery of Jesus. As Americans prepare to vote, we must adjust our antennas to hear God and obey.

It's clear that America was blessed for many years, but recently that has changed. Christians are afraid to stand up for God’s truth as if we are ashamed of Him. “For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.” Romans 1:16.

Sadly, many people who claim to be Christian, and sit in pews on Sunday mornings, seem to be ashamed of Christ the rest of the week. We’ve elected politicians who oppose God’s ways, and oppose Israel. How can we expect anything other than curses? Abortion isn’t seen as murder, but deemed a “woman’s right” to choose. Maybe her choice should have been made before the baby was conceived. Men who rape should be punished instead of murdering the baby. We all need to be responsible for our choices. We need to study and understand Romans chapter 1.

Schools teach our children they come from pond scum then we expect them to understand morality. Gender is determined at the time of conception, and not a choice that comes later. Yet many teachers conspire to help children make poor choices, then help to get hormone drugs to attempt to alter what they are, and then help them find a quack who will help them mutilate themselves. If you find this offensive, you are called a hater.

Gay marriage isn’t marriage at all in God’s eyes, but is merely two men or two women who have no sense of right and wrong engaging in government sanctioned sin. Do you approve of all the sin? Let me repeat what Paul said about those who may not participate in homosexuality, but don’t oppose it. “Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.” Romans 1:32. God clearly gives “rules” to live by, and when we reject those rules, we reject Him. If you say you’re a Christian, you need to honor God with your life choices. “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Romans 6:23.

Jesus will forgive all sin, but sinners who seek forgiveness must adjust their antenna to hear God loud and clear and follow Him. Repentance and faith in Jesus are necessary for eternal life. “I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.” Romans 12:1. Tune your life to the Holy Spirit; He will never lead you into sin. If you feel led to do something opposed to God’s word as found in Scripture, then you’re listening to the voice of Satan.

Many pastors have failed by watering down sermons to appease the congregation and not endanger the tax exemption by preaching politically correct rather than Biblically correct sermons. I have to wonder what god they serve…. God almighty, or the god of the world. Brothers and sisters, it’s important that we stop walking with one foot in the world. We need to adjust our antenna in order to hear God speak, then obey His word. We can’t remove ourselves from the world, because that takes away our witness to the lost. I have never understood those who enter a convent or a monastery and take a vow of silence. How can they fulfill the Great Commission by isolating themselves and keeping silent? The final words from Jesus as He ascended to Heaven were to “Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.” Matthew 28:19-20. You cannot obey this command while keeping silent.

How do we get our spiritual antenna adjusted? We stop embracing the world. Instead of basing your faith on television preachers, or Hollywood’s depiction of Scripture, study it for yourselves. The Holy Spirit is sealed within Christians and He will not lead you astray. Satan is the ruler of this world and will always make static when we try to study Scripture and serve God. He has twisted God’s words since he convinced Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. He put doubt in her mind about what God really said, then lied about why God didn’t want Adam and Eve to eat from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. “For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.” Genesis 3:5.

Satan convinced her to believe his lie rather than God’s truth. Sin may look tempting, and Satan may sugar-coat it, but there is no lasting pleasure in sin. It can ruin your life and put a wall between you and God. That’s when most people stop reading Scripture and praying. Their faith becomes stale and life seems hopeless. That’s when you need to pick up your Bible and let God speak to you. When you get to this point, you need to adjust your antenna and dig deep into God’s word. The Holy Spirit will guide your study, but you need to hear His voice. “Now we have received not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of God, that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God. Which things also we speak, not in the words which man’s wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth: comparing spiritual things with spiritual. But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.” 1 Corinthians 2:12-14.

In other words, be careful who you allow to teach you God’s truth. Not everybody who claims understanding is led by the Holy Spirit. Run all teachings through Scripture. Take a lesson from the people of Berea. “These were more noble than those in Thessalonica, in that they received the word with all readiness of mind, and searched the scriptures daily, whether those things were so.” Acts 17:11.

Remember, Scripture at that time was only found in the Old Testament. Don’t neglect to study both the Old and the New Testaments.

What is the antenna that makes Scripture clear? The Holy Spirit. He is the third person of the Holy Trinity and He will never lead you into sin. “But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit; for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea the deep things of God.” 1 Corinthians 2:9-10. He is sealed within every Christian at the time of true faith. He will lead and teach us as we search Scripture daily.

Don’t quench the leading of the Holy Spirit, but adjust your spiritual antenna to hear Him clearly.

God bless you all,     

Nathele Graham

twotug@embarqmail.com

Recommended prophecy sites:

www.raptureready.com                                              

www.prophecyupdate.com

www.raptureforums.com

All original scripture is “theopneustos” God breathed.

If you would like to be on my mailing list to receive the commentaries just drop me an email and let me know.

[amorecrea]

777 a palindrome

  A Palindrome in 777 words- A STORY OF IDOL WORSHIP AND MURDER BY Salie Davis Revoke, ‘tis I, time’s eye.  Finish sin if eyes emit… six a.m.  … Max is noon… 12, 02, 2021… 03, 02,2030? REVILED, EVA’S DOG SWEPT PEWS! God! Dias: “Ah!!” Satan said: “Star-Di, Asa, Dennis, Natasha, Ron, Maori, Ida, Ed, Hannah, One Dragon, Eva, Sharon, Naomi, Isa, Emos, Deborah, Royal, Rats, Eros, Tenet, Dogma, Id,…

[project1939]

Day 67- Film (number 1): Captive Women 

Release date: October 10th, 1952. 

Studio: RKO 

Genre: Sci-Fi 

Director: Stuart Gilmore 

Producer: Jack Pollexfen, Aubrey Wisberg 

Actors: Robert Clarke, Ron Randell, Margaret Field, Gloria Saunders 

Plot Summary: In the year 3000, after a nuclear war destroys most of the world, different “tribes” of survivors vie for influence and resources. The Upriver People are ruled by a war lord type guy, the Mutates are disfigured people with mutated genes from nuclear weapons, and the Norms, seemingly the most similar to people before the war.

My Rating (out of five stars): * 

Oh lord, this film was bad. I think it qualifies as the worst one I’ve seen for the project, out of nearly 70! Not only was it poorly made, badly acted, and hilariously C Grade, but it was boring, preachy, and uninspired. The running time was 64 minutes, but I’ve seen films three times that long that felt faster. 

The Good: 

Uh... um... Oh wait, there was a pretty impressive cat fight in this! 

The Bad: 

The story. It was a muddled mess. The plot seemed to be a product of some kind of nuclear mutation itself- like the script fell into a puddle of nuclear waste and sat in it for awhile. It was hard to keep track of who belonged to what tribe, what tribe to care about, or what anyone was even doing. It didn’t help that a lot of the actors looked similar. I was constantly confusing the two main female characters, and two of the lead male characters caused the same confusion. 

The jank cheap-looking sets. The trees and bushes were so obviously fake, they even sounded plastic. At one point in my notes I wrote, “Plan 9 from Nuclear Waste?” It was basically the same ridiculously cheap level of Plan 9 from Outer Space! 

The costumes. I didn’t know something could be so weird, so random, and so boring all at once. Most of the men looked like they wandered off a Robinhood set, while the women looked like they were screen-testing for Ben-Hur. There were some other male characters that either had Druid or Biker Gang vibes going on. 

The acting. It was an unpredictable mess of over-acters and under-acters. 

The moralizing. Some of it goes back to the tired old- “The US is better than the commies cause religion!” The beginning even mentioned that after the war, “science, education, and a true religion has been lost.” (Emphasis theirs.) We know which one they mean, of course. Then we find out the Norms worship the devil, but the Mutates still believe in Jesus. Cause there’s only one or the other to choose from, I guess? Blech.  

Somehow at the end, the characters becoming God fearing Christians is going to make world peace. Cause Abrahamic religions never ever start wars, silly! 

Hey, ladies, sexual assault is sexy, huh? You like it, don’t you?  (I'm being sarcastic, btw. The way the men treated women in this was gross.)

It was also funny how, a thousand years into the future, people are still bound to strict Puritanical views of sex. When a leader of the Mutates tells a couple they can’t get married because their offspring would be too horrible, the couple leaves, acting like they can never be together because they can’t get married. Why can't they have a common-law marriage? Or live in sin? Or just f-ck if they want to? Or even be romantic but asexual? Anything! In 1,000 years, people can't see past all that?

Another transparently lurid title that has nothing much to do with most of the plot.

[brandonwayneb]

how about OUT SMIZE WHITE TEAMS

OUT SMIZE

PSYCHICS WHO SMILE

V SMILE IVY LEAGUE

GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE STALKS

“OUT SMIZE”

a silent and sufficient smile

that says “I HAVE V BLOOD”

that says “I CAN OUT HIVE YOU”

america “code”

BRIANNA & CAMERON

america, macaroni bar, and grill

“MAC CAR TONS”

“MACARONS”

“SPAGHETTI GAMES”

“NOODLE SOUP”

MAC CAR RONS

MAC CARTONS

CARROT TENNIS

america “code”

BRIANNA & CAMERON

“BLUE ISRAEL PULL CODES”

“BLUE STAR FISH PULL CODES”

mass murders and america terrorism in difficult government “RICH CODE” “SPELLINGS & DWELLINGS”

cupids blood

SS RED+ REPORTS

survivorships

WORSHIP 24/7

SALAD GARDEN

IVY GUMBY

“Israelites blue poor pull code”

white code languages trying to outspell “god particles”

americas RICH terrorism

cup bids, and cupids blood

CO SIGN

FARM LAND

BLUE STARS

GREEN GUMBYS

“BOO BOO”

“BLUE BLUE”

BAMBOO STICKS

"OUT SMIZE"

"V SMILE"

WAR CO OPS

#allah #Israel #news #psa #ss #red #any #bb

[psychicllamacookieranch]

Stop licking toilet seats!

see ganun jud sila...motila pa rin..bisan gisultian na na makadaot??

motila gihapon....

daghana na nila oi..suana pa man na..san namana bigaa oi!!:) hahay:)

inudoro worshiper..inudoro lover..haha:) best segoro nilap:)

..pareha na yaw na ipaslak sa boto oi..makaa daot na hugaw na...yaw oi masakit ka ana..yaw tumar ana pampa suka oi,,masakit ka ana oi..

yaw kaon ana mga huagw oi..bacteria nana..yaw oi madaot ka ana..ahhhb!!!

lami lagi goro..para makakuhag premyo..star.,.,nya pili asay torjakon makapili ka baron,..na..hala..dri dayon...

hastilang utoka na jud..bryt na jud ba??ug utog ray gadala sa utok,,

motila na pud ni sila balik ba??:)

haha best,,lami jud?? dili pa buyag..ang  mobuyag ligsan ug patyon..daw/.

okey padayon na oi,.,tilae nana..nawala na akong heart ninyo sauna pa..kamu tanan kaubana,,dagko ug mga sala nako//diba.././kahibalo mo ana tanan..yaw lang angkon natural lang yan:)

..magkatawaman sad ta,,,

sa future lang:)///

basta gisuwat na nako daan...

..

kahibalo man gud ko mahitabo jud to tanan..basta oi..mao jud to..

masakitan ko..din kamu dili,,sayon ra daw mi kwaon.:) sila lisud..pwamis:)

nya dili jud makit an kung asa pwamis...kay walay makahibalo na sila :)??

best haha:)

halos tanan naman dong oi dai oi..manoy oi:)

haha best:)

segaang mga mata ba.,.,sauna ra man unta na gani ang uban,,,

paksit na to..

basta daghan galagot pud ana niya,..,tan awon ang nawng sagabuhat ba..magkataw anay nalang sila:)

nura kinsa daw./kinsa ning amoha..di man pud/./.ultimo ra pud./:) dili gani katunga sa mabiktima//gamay ra iyaha..:)

sos kung wla nakauban..katilaw jud lami ni..mahiabw an na siya man,,,

ya style gud,,huwam cp..makitext daw//.kuha number,din wala dayon iya ra giseg ulo na ang number..din magpangutana-pangutana sa gipangbuhat ato...

sos..nag style style ato..buhat laing account.,din manaa siya..giunlock naman gud to ang uban..so siya nalang nahibilin didto...kun wari..change number....

din upat or 3 nalang sila ang nakahibalo..apil, siya na pud,,,

lawgawa lagi ato..dili pampahadlok..pero patay na unta to..din ni larga man..gikalimtan nalang..atu unya ni openon ning kasoha..kay namiktima naman pud kag lain atu..din nakauban nimu ang uban..uban mura gihilasan mura kinsa gahia hamboga,.,kaila naman sila kinsa/yati rag moatras sila aning mga tawhana//testingan ba nato..palihim nya kataw anay..or atubangay.,.kataw anay sila..din ambot nila mosuka ba sila ani sa atung gropo ron..mura dili goro:)

..kay mura maapil ta atu gud kung wala ni siya na kauban nato:)

..gihilasan..

ultimo ra kaayo oi..walay dada..kulangna kulang para tuohan..

nya nangawat pa daw sa gapapoyo niya..abusado kaayo..samot!!!

mawala na juy padulngan..asa na unya??:)

..

lagota nila atu oi..

pero gikalimtan lang..ug gipasagdan....

nakauban na pud!!

\gipakaon ug tarung pa daw..gipapoyo..gipa eskwela..murag anak nana??

mao ba nay kabilin ni kwan??haha best:) kataw anay sila..

..kawatan pa man..ug abusahan noon//giplastar pa//gitabangan..wa may gikasukli na tarung..

lagota nila oi..\ug nagkwan..kung wla nakauban..kita tanan ani mokwan siya,,:) pero dili,,maskpan na siya..duda na gani mi..daghan naman nagkwan atu gud..

siya mangutana man jud,,din...ehem..mao na to..wala na lain..gigamit pa jud niya ang number bna gigamit atu,,na samot..

basta nalang oi..sayon ra bya mi,,lupigon mi oi..lig on kaha sila ug gahi..dili jud mahibaw an..kay wala may lain ming kwan:)

..sayon ra m i oi:)

sila gahi jud,..,

giunsa na pagdrawing///

??

sample sa story unya...

kamu naa diha ra,,ang inyo kontra or nabiktima na mga taw wala nanagan naa ra sa balay poro.,.nya kahibalo na silang tanan na kamu,.ikaw..kamu,,sendikato manyak satanismong terorista..na gustong maghari!!!

sila naa ra sabalay,,wala namakwit..or namalhin sa layo..

din kamu gahi man kaha ug sayon,,yaw bakwit....kontra na daw mo nila..gahi man,.,inyo kontra wala dagan..adtoon jud mo sa inyo..hgahi gud mo..lisud jud ug igmat..lig on pa jud..akoy gahatag ug idea para malig on pa:)

so ni lig on jud,.,ug nabuhat jud pud ninyo uban wala..:)

din..yaw dagan..sayon ra inyo kontra pung paninyo gipanghambog pa man gani..ninyo..manulti pa sa mga taw..pa blind etim..lagi..gahi mo..nya sayon ra ming tanan para ninyo..

yaw dagan ug tago-tago..kay ang inyo kontra naa ra man sa balay:)

..wala nibakwit tanan..nya ngita ra gihapon ninyo..so sila ang gahi..isog wala man makwit..

naa ra jud sa inyo hauz ha??:)

..i know dili,,best.,haha:)

ambot asa drawing nila oi:)

//inyo makontra pwamis naa ra sa haus,,kamu wala lagi,,4ever  why man??asang sayon na inyong giingon??

asa kanag kaon ana??

wanted diay pila kahay patung sa ulo ninyo noh??:)

anayway//

ps:)

iloveyou goodhackers,,

iloveyouall mga nacrush ni buddee atay oi joke lang:)

..nisamot na noon ko kasikat palihim ninyo:) buanga jud oi..di jud ko mamising jud,.nya yup..klaru man pud akong terada..kinsa akong mga friends..nya wala may kebo man..spying mow:)

,,why kani among gropo nya bati ug mga nawng tan awa ra gud ..lahi mga aura ba..lahi ug kalipay..mao may segi talak ug kisi-kisi..

nya hilom-hilom ra man ni siya..??

so desperado man sila./nya sol-sol pa more/./.papugson mig palihok..para makwan jud.,.ai klaru na...

kamu nalay mag igo ana//makahibalo ra lagi mo unya sa true..kamu na puy bahala nila..unsaon ninyo sila tanan/././im sure di pud na katago ninyong tanan man,.piting bulog,.hilasan nang-gamit ra diay,,murag datu or gwapo:) best-haha:)

amungon pang gropo sa personal problem..na maoy sad an:) makahibalo ra unya mo..din peki yan..

naka kwan namu sa kwan..tanang mga chapter tibuok bohol??

wala yan peki.,.

opppss!!

ps: ang mga peki magbuhat daw ug  account website,,kung kinsay mo tan aw adto lang mo didto tan aw na account or website,,

sa piki na..yup buhaton ni nila..basin makalusot pa..

pero maboking na sa future,,gidrawing na gani nako daan:)

..basin mahitabo na..

iloveyou ninyo.,.maong be open minded..

yaw ana mga bad,,,kay mao ako..

ug mamili ug taw ug barkada..

makahibalo ra unya mo..basin kamu ray mohurot nila..hambog ug gahilas-hilas..gugamit ang gropo..oras ug kakapoy,,panahon..gipaka uwawan ang gropo bawng lahion tag dungog..kani jud na klasi na taw jud,,awa unya,,

mamili na mog pasudlon na atw..with looks plewasing personality..asa gikan na pamilya..nya unsa grado??

nya unsay grado sa scol nangamoti ba??

naa na passing grade..

uban kasi naa na//college pa//naa pa jud gradu ementen..

panisan basta mahagbong gud..mamili ug taw talaga,,di pataka lag pasanay..na skwater ang gropo..awang mga barog...

walay porma//

ps: ang kabayo hmmmm///atu tan awon.,.,mokwan ba mo sa blind etim na duw..post mo sa fb//

kamu na bahala..inyo account..kinsa mo..unsa mga crime..unsa mga planu..kinsa kikayat//basta kamu nafx:)

iloveyouall..godbless

[austenpoppy]

Ron haters and unfortunately so many people : It must be so hard to love Ron, he's so -

Me, cutting them off : Yeah, so hard, you can't even imagine how it's painful sometimes, I feel an ache because he's so perfect, I feel bad because he's Hermione's and then I feel sorrowful because I want a REAL Ron in my life. So hard.

Ron haters : ... But to fall in love with him, it must have taken a loooong time.

Me : Yeah, at least a whole minute.

Ron haters : ... But -

Me : Shut up.

[austenpoppy]

@burgundydahlia Yeah I understand what you are currently feeling.

Do you ever giggle incontrollably in the middle of your room, alone, your heart full of love and longing for Ron ?

And then you sigh because you know he is only fictional. Just writing this sentence hurts.

I really feel called out too.

[kelsstars]

CARL!GRIMES X INNO!READER

Hello Hun!! I saw your Carl grimes smut and wanted to request something, hope you are taking requests rn.

So Y/n has been at Alexandria since the start, she loves wearing skirts and things that would hug her figure thinking it’s alright (she has a lot of confidence) . It’s been a couple since Carl and his group came so like he is (20) while Y/N is (22) just a year older than him. Her parents at a young age were very strict and so she didn’t know about the adult things and so that’s why she’s innocent not knowing about what sex is. Y/n developed a crush on the boy, but was too shy to even speak to him as well as Carl. But sometimes he would try to speak with her.

Carl had these fantasies about her even would think about her every night. That is until he had enough waiting.

CONTAIN: Perverted!Carl, Praise & Degrading!Kink, DOM!Carl, Pleading!KINK, Foul!Language, pet names, SUB!Reader, Hair Pulling, Thigh!Riding, Virgin!Reader, Body!Worship, Dry Humping.

A/N: AAH, OF COURSE I ACCEPT REQUESTS!! THANK YOU FOR THIS, LOVE!! Also, apologies to my fellow non-female readers, my next fic will be gender neutral as I usually intend it to be. :) Physical feminine aspects of Y/N will be mentioned for this fic.

This one-shot is a bit long. 👍

Warnings/Summary: Swearing but the rest have been written above in the requests. :D

You’re a more closed-minded than others, especially considering your age. It’s not like you’re completely oblivious of the fallen world outside of the walls, nor are you new to swearing or shooting gun, but you are definitely somone who people would consider blind to adult situations. Shit, you didn’t know why everyone would make it a big deal when you ask where babies actually come from. Truth is, you were raised beyond strictly under a bubble made by your parents, even before the collapse of society.

Alexandria was an all time safe place for you, but you felt like it was a lot more secure after a certain group arrived. He helped with so much, most people in Alexandria didn’t even notice that a drought was slowly building up, and Rick and his group fixed it. In other words, you were grateful for them entering your home. Especially, a certain someone, Rick’s son, Carl. You were always so reserved that it never crossed your mind that actually speaking to him could help further more in your interest on him. You admired him, you couldn’t lie to yourself, and in your hopes and dreams you wished on every star that he reciprocated your feelings. You had lived most of your life inside these walls, you couldn’t fall in love like the comics you read thousand and thousand of times. Enid, Mikey and Ron were some of the friends you grew up with, you couldn’t bring yourself to like them like that. It didn’t help your case that every time you and Carl had to be in a room together, you would always look away from how your head filled with ‘naughty thoughts’. By naughty, you meant holding hands, complementing and chatting with Carl while you strolled through the neighborhood. Was love supposed to feel this way? You felt as if something was missing. Nonetheless, you didn’t know, and as far you knew, Carl would probably have more knowledge on this topic than you. You completely forgot that you were at a sleepover at Enid’s house, she was old enough to own one according to Rick and others. You always wore simple clothing that showed your body figure, you were proud of it. It was nothing new for other people, you always had tight clothing that could show any of your body’s layout. While you were zoning out with your daydreaming, Enid speaks up to everyone in the room.

“Okay okay. Carl,” she announces as she turned everyone’s attention to the freckled man. “you lost the best, so I decided on what you can do to entertain us. You have to take Y/N to your secret hideout outside the walls.”

You don’t even remember what they were talking about neither did you really pay attention to what Enid had just spouted, but your name was mentioned and that snapped you back into reality, you look around to see the big 3 laughing at Carl as his face turned red.

He hesitates speaking first but eventually comes to it. “Like, alone?”

“Alone alone.~” Enid laughs her ass off right after this, while Mikey whistled in the background, which only reinforced everyone’s laughter. “Don’t forget to tell us details, eh?” She leaves that statement with a grin on her face, they were just teasing him like always.

That must have left Carl mad because the moment he turned to face you and smiled at him, he bolted out of the room immediately, looking red. You didn’t even realize that you followed him outside, until he had turned out to face you walking behind him.

He starts walking away quicker. “Carl, wait!” You raise your voice and he immediately stops his tracks to turn around to look at your face. “What was Enid talking about alone? I know it sounds like a stupid question, I might have gotten lost in thought again.” You half-smiled and chuckle out of embarrassment because this was one of the few few times you had interacted. It was always Carl who initiated all of your small chats, you always gave a half-assed excuse to hide your stuttering voice every time he did so.

“Y/N. I—“ He stops talking to take something to process and mumble to himself, you didn’t know why so you just lifted one of your eyebrows, confused as to what could be troubling his thoughts. In your eyes, Carl always was someone so composed when speaking. “Hey, did little-miss-perfect ever try to sneak out of the walls?” His demeanor changed completely, it just left you shocked, but you still shake your head no. “If you try sneaking out with me, I’ll tell you what Enid was talking about when you were zoned out. I noticed you must have missed that part.” Carl flashes a smile at you, just that made your heart melt, so you smile back.

“Well, as long as you never tell anyone that I actually sneaked out!” Carl eyes your outfit up and down, you didn’t know if it was your imagination but you started feeling weird inside, in a good way.

When Carl was helped you climb over the walls, you could interpret a few strange things might have happened when it was your turn to go down. As you carefully slid down the outer of Alexandria, you managed to somehow trip yourself. Luckily, it was a small fall, you basically landed on your feet, but Carl immediately went kneeling to you and put his hands slowly up and your pants. He slowly rubbed the inner sides of your thighs, your behind and down to your ankles. You may have not probably reacted much to this on the outside, but you were freaking out on the inside, the way he massaged your legs and so so near your core. What was happening to your mind right now?! He could be simply checking for injuries! You were wearing thigh leggings so that must have been it. You look at how he smiles at this act, you try to pretend to hear it, maybe he was lost in something.

You continue to follow him to this small shed, it looks horrible on the outside, and you immediately refused to enter.

“Yeah, Carl, I’m not entering that.” You stop your track.

“C’mon, Y/N. You do realize this is our first time hanging out alone? Let’s make the most of it!” You couldn’t tell if he winked or blinked at you, having a crush on a guy with one eye was harder to take hints from.

You continue walking towards his direction. “Is that what Enid was talking about when she said ‘alone alone’?” Carl stops for a moment and then enters the shaggy shed. “I guess it’s a yes.”

The moment you enter, the shed was actually in good shape, especially with how the outside looks in comparison. Carl tells you he cleaned it up himself and invited you to sit by him, on a bed. You do so as you continue chatting on random comics you have read from Enid’s collection until you run out of topics. For a second, he made you forget about the apocalypse and everything bad about this world, he was the shining light this place needed.

“Ah, Carl, you have no idea how happy I am to be here with you.” You lay your back on the bed, as he turned your gaze upon you. “We need to come here more often.” For awhile, Carl didn’t respond. He just looking at you with a soft look on his face, every part of you, you felt like he could see through your skin with that glare. But suddenly, he got up.

“Sorry, I- I need to use the rest room.” Before you could even answer, he hurriedly goes to the bathroom connected to the bedroom you were in. You wait. And wait. And wait once more. You had enough and get up to knock on the door.

“Carl, is everything okay?” You hear the muffled sounds inside the bathroom stop.

“Yeah, just having to take care of something.” His voice sounded.. frustrated? Like he’s holding something.

“You can tell me, if you want I can help with it!” You happily say, as you witness the bathroom door open and he peaks out.

“Are you sure you can keep that?” He looks like those kids refusing to leave their room.

“A hundred percent!” You giggle and extended your arm to him.

That must have triggered something in him because as soon as you extended your hand out, he grabbed it and pushed you onto the bed. You felt like you were burning up, as he put his long hair on a small low ponytail and got on top of you, smiling from ear to ear.

“Y/N, you can’t be this innocent. There’s no way possible way.”

“I.. don’t get it.” He looked like a walker with the way he was about ready to devour you whole.

“Did you ever get taught about what sex, masturbation, erections?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

“The what now?” You’re confused, to say the least. You heard those words before but you never really taught what they were.

“Fuck’s sake, I want to ruin you by the minute.” His breath is becoming more and more loud, and your heart keeping up with the same pace. “If you want, I can teach you what they are.” You nod almost instantly, if it meant it could get you closer with him. Carl moved his position to siting by the side of the bed again, leaving his hat on the bed side table. “Sit on my thigh. Each leg open on one side of my leg.” He sounds demanding, but also desperate.

You do exactly as what he says, you didn’t know how this would help until he grabs your hips to guide your waist to move along your clit along his leg. Your body doesn’t know how to react. The friction of your legging clothed pussy and his jeans, you never felt such pleasure before, your legs trembled a lil’ as Carl kept guiding you with his hands. Your arms wrap around his neck as you breathe on his neck. He continues to speed up, little by little, as he starts kissing your cheek and eventually, you. It was your first time kissing, you didn’t expect to be in such a place and form. After you break out of the kiss, his teeth beam and he hears you moan out his name and your begging to continue.

“Carl, pleasee- hghn- more! More!” In another moment, you would never utter these words but your brain barely functioned at the hands of Carl Grimes.

“More what, baby?” He whispers on your ear, he obviously wants to tease around you.

“Faster, make the mov..ement fast.” At this point you’re the one moving your own hips, he basically put his hands there as a decoration.

“Beg for it, move them yourself and moan my name. I’ll make sure you’ll be compensated, let me spoil you tonight.” Those words were gonna drive you crazy. You pick up your own pace and speed up the process. He kept making small praises in your ear on how good you were doing, god damn it, Grimes. You definitely didn’t predict he was interested in you.

You finally finish on his leg, catching your breath as Carl fills your face with kisses. “Who’s a good girl, huh? Who’s Carl’s obedient princess?” You couldn’t even properly answer. You gave a weak ‘me’ as you rest you head on his shoulder.

“Why are you resting?” He lifts up your face with his hand. “We’re getting started, didn’t I say I would rewards you?” You thought you were tired but hearing him made you gain energy once more. “What we just did is called thigh riding, I see you enjoyed it.” He places another kiss on your lips, and you return it.

His hands slowly make their way to your shirt and he begins to lift it off your body, Carl also takes notes to take off your bra before lying you down. “Oh, what do we have here?” You rise your head a little to see what he is about to do but your head yanks itself back as Carl’s finger started playing with your nipples. He pinches, slight pulling and sucking around your chest to hear you moan so loud in his ear.

If this is how you acted before he was inside you, he didn’t know how he would control himself when that moment comes.

He goes on your body, eventually reaching your pants. Carl goes back up to face you, eye to eye. “Ya’ sure you want me to go through everything?”

“Carl, hurry the fuck up.” You furrowed your eyebrows, you were happy he contained himself to even ask, especially after everything, but upset that he doesn’t go straight to whatever he wanted to do.

“Well, I tried to restrain myself.” He immediately takes off your soaked pants and panties, putting them somewhere aside the end of the bed. “Look at this!” Carl positions his fingers around your wet pussy. “Don’t you feel like a lil’ whore?” He moves this finger around, doing circles. You felt so sensitive, trembling from the mere touch of his skin near your private area and him degrading you. “What a pretty slut. Do you wish for more?” You already knew the answer. So did he. Carl felt good knowing that he finally could touch you like this and be able to tease you around for your first time. “I can’t wait to show you off when we get back.”

But he suddenly stopped. Pulling his hand away. You, as well, raise up to stand on your knees on the bed, only to notice that he is using his hands to help take off his shirt and pants. It was the first time you noticed his bulge and also your first at seeing a dick. It was directly pointing you, slightly curved upwards, its colors just matched him, a faint red blush color on his tip. You were admiring it so much, Carl had to snap his finger to get your attention again.

“What were you thinking about?” He asks, trying to sound pissed off but he couldn’t smirk at this situation.

“Uh.. Uhm… Your male sexual organ?” You let out an awkward smile.

He laughs. “Call it whatever, but I’m impatient for head.”

“Head?” You question him.

“A blowjob?”

“…”

“You really are asking to be fucked silly. Basically, lick and suck my cock, Y/N.” He smiles at your innocence yet to be crumbled by his hands. You, on the other hand, had to understand how you could give him the same satisfaction that he had given you previously.

You slowly start licking and putting him in your mouth. He silently groans and moans the more you take in, which you make a mental note of. But after it’s all in, you don’t know if you should move. “Sorry, beautiful.” Carl decided for you, as he grips your hair on his hand and bops your head back and forth. You were shocked at how fast he was going, so you work your way to keep up with him. The faster you go, the more lewd his voice sounded to you, it felt good hearing you complement you. “Fuck, baby, you look so pretty with your lips around my dick.” He huffs between your motions. When he finally reached his climax, he came inside your mouth. You didn’t know what to do. Were you supposed to swallow it? Spi-

“Swallow.” And you did so on command. Two hours ago, when you left home for that sleepover, you would have never suspected that THIS would be the outcome of your night.

“Is it over?” You ask him, you were sure you weren’t going to sleep that night.

“It should have but it seems, I can go up for more.” He grins at you as he pointed to his crotch, it was still up. Fuck’s sake, can you ever catch a breath around this lovable pervert?

“I’ll take it care of it.” He smiles. “IF!” His smile drops. “If you promise this is the last for tonight.” You made it sound like you were prepared to repeat this more times with him, which only excited him more.

“Of course, I’m going to respect your wishes.” Carl softly kisses your cheek, before he gets up to get a condom. You were innocent, but you at least remember what your parents called those. ‘Baby preventers’.

After he rolls the condom on top of his dick, he starts making out out until your head is placed on pillows and your body is placed right in-front of his eye. This was a view he wanted to enjoy looking at it for a long time. And hey, you were pretty prideful on your body, but the way Carl had you exposed, you try to hide it the best you can. That only pissed him off because he uses his left hand to lock both your arms in a trance by your wrist above your head. Whilst the other hand explored your naked body.

“You got such a pretty body, it’s perfect for me. This is ten times better than my imagination.” His eye softens as his hand reaches your waist. “May I enter?”

You knew this will mean he will put himself in you, but you were so nervous if he thought of you as gross. This feelings disappears as soon as he slowly places his tip and enters you. You gasp, as then slowly sigh. He stays still, both of you not used to this feeling.

“Can I move, Y/N?” You nod and he starts speeding up his activity. You both moan in synch, then he bites his lip, trying to shush himself to hear you cry out for him. “Jesus Christ, you’re squeezing me alive..” Quicker and quicker, he’s driving your mind somewhere else, not even he has enough breath to tease you, but for you it was sufficient that he just kept giving you that sweet look. He hurried his thrusts into you, making your back arch. You were glad Carl was your first time, who else could be so rough but so caring?

“Y-Y/N, I’m so close, can you handle it just a bit more?” He began stuttering, he was so close to his limit.

“Just keep going, sweetie.” You used your right hand to lift your body a little to kiss his cheek. Carl takes that opportunity to thrust one last time to finish. He re-organizes the bed for you and cuddles with you as he whispers sweet words into your ears, dozing off to your deep slumber.

It’s been a couple of weeks ever since that night at the shed. No one in Alexandria knew , for the exception of the perpetrators themselves, you and Carl. Your relationship and feelings did grow, but you wanted to make sure if he was serious about you, which Carl constantly showed through his actions. He happened to be at your house as you were cooking breakfast.

“Heyyy, Y/N.~” He hugs you from behind, probably plotting something.

“Good morning, Carl. I’m baking pancakes you want some?” You can’t really turn around to kiss him, you were too busy to trying not to mess up these pancakes.

“Oh, y’know… Just wanted to greet you.” He starts brushing his erect crotch against your back.

“Grimes! What if someone walks in?” You weren’t really worried as you were behind a counter but, you were concentrating on not fucking up your breakfast.

“And who will stop me?” He slowly positions your back and starts picking up speed with his crotch, making you put ur hand on your mouth to muffle the lewd noises he liked to hear. “Who could possibly come i-“

“CARL!” Tara just opens my door and walked into the kitchen. “I knew you’d be here. Your dad is looking everywhere for you, get back home, we got a new scavenge layout plan for tomorrow.”

We both look at each other, giving a small smile for how we were relieved Tara didn’t catch us.

“Also, leave Y/N alone, weirdo. Other people might see through your open window.”

“Shit.”