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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Four: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship, sexual content, pervy behavior, male masturbation, panty kink, sex daydreams [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is doing his very best, he just loves you and wants you to be comfy around him. Just let him worm his way into your heart babe [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. I’m illiterate so apologies in advance MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: July 8th

Mr. Nelson’s funeral was today, it really was a beautiful ceremony as I look back on it. Even more so when my inner self smears the background enough to bring you to the front of the mental image.

You’d spoken to the man a handful of times, but I didn’t expect you to come. When I saw you accept the invite to the event on Facebook I thought surely it was a mistake. That was until you messaged Luke and asked him to accompany you, funerals make you nervous, but feeling obligated to do something and avoiding it makes you more nervous.

So your moral support was happy to attend and fight off dear old Alan’s corpse should he rise from the casket and set his sights on you.

And I though I had irrational fears, geez babydoll, how old were you when you watched Night of The Living Dead for the first time? If I had to guess it was too young. It’s alright though I get it, you know what movie traumatized me? The Mummy. Heebied my fucking Jeebies so bad I avoided the beach on family vacations.

You’re telling me there’s not a sarcophagus under all that sand? There’s at least one under there and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Solid ground for me only, please and thank you.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I had a thought that I initially considered to be a sweet reminder of my dear friend Alan. His obituary was in the newspaper and I happened to swipe one from the guest book table at the viewing as well. Have you ever scrapbooked before? I bet you’ve at least tried it.

Well I thought it would be nice to make him a page in my journal. A little celebration of life for the man who gave me an opportunity to grow and nurture my love for you.

Then I realized mid-glue stick on the newspaper clipping that the idea was something that a clinically insane person would do.

I’m not that guy. That guy’s not me.

But the glue was already on there and it felt wrong to toss Alan’s wrinkly old face into the trash so I pasted him into my journal anyway.

Crazy people don’t know that they’re crazy. I’m well aware that little idea was less than tasteful, just felt like I should mention that.

Date:

July 28th

Anakin Skywalker hadn’t been this happy since… ever. The previous record being his discovery of you, was now toppled into second place and overshadowed by ‘Move In Day’.

He could hardly contain himself. It was a dopamine high that he would ride out until he’d drained every last drop.

The movers lugged in box after box, furniture and books, until finally they dropped off the last load and thanked Anakin for the business. He eagerly shook their hand and shoved them out. He had preparations to make.

He set up his Tv, screen mirroring the live feed of the apartment building entrance to the big screen so that he could easily keep an eye out for you while he unpacked his kitchen.

He’d planned your ‘meet-cute’ meticulously, looking to your bookshelf and streaming services to gather intel on your ideal scenario. You were an odd bird, but he liked that about you. It’s part of your charm, it’s part of the challenge. You’re not as predictable in your tastes and interests as others can be.

Anakin formulated the interaction step by step, frame by frame in the storyboard of his imagination until he had the perfect scene. His box office hit that he’d replay over and over again until the next time he stood face to face with you.

It took quite some time and a load of practice. Discarded dialogue, awkward movements that made him feel stiff and less than human when he practiced them in the mirror. Endless options of clothes, shoes, and hair.

Should he get a new piercing? He wanted to. So he did, he knew you’d like it.

It’d match the one he already had on the opposite nostril. It made him feel more complete to add something so permanent to his body, he wished he could do something similar with you. He wanted you to be permanent, so maybe it’s his subconscious’s way of telling him that this was going in the right direction.

He was on the right path. His journey of life alone was coming to a close and a new trail would reveal itself. No more rocky, unsteady tread. No more sharp turns and blind spots, no more impossible inclines.

Scraped knees and bloodied hands would be distant memories. Maybe even distant enough that he could toss them into The Pit.

He would have no need for anger or sorrow anymore.

How could he feel anything but the warm embrace of love as he strolled down the flowered path ahead with you?

Who knew that you could position one box in 83 different ways and hate every single one of them? Anakin was so thankful there weren’t any actual surveillance cameras in the apartment building. It’d be really difficult to explain why he was in the hallway for an hour with his hands on his hips, scooting a box of books a centimeter or two at a time. Turning it sideways and then making sure the book on top was perfectly positioned and would effectively fall to the ground to catch your attention.

He checked his watch nonstop, stared at his Tv screen, willing you to just hurry the fuck up before he vomited from anxiety. He’d waited months for this. If he fucked it up now he’d… well he’d probably keel over on the spot.

Which would promptly traumatize you and not even his ghost would be able to peacefully haunt you. It’s hard to peacefully haunt someone if they watched you die, or at least Anakin assumed it would be difficult. He wasn’t willing to test that theory though.

So, he puffed up his chest and walked back into his apartment and rehearsed the upcoming conversation a few more times. He needed, desperately needed to ensure his facial expressions conveyed what he wanted.

Soft, trustworthy, dependable, safe, caring.

He practiced softening his eyes, knowing sometimes he stared alittle too hard. He worked on his facial fidget; chewing on the inside of his cheek was a quick tell of his nervousness. He didn’t want to be perceived as nervous, he wanted to be confident and sure of himself so that you would be confident in your soon to blossom affection for him.

His eyebrows, that’s a hard one, but he’d meticulously watched bar goers trying to flirt. The successful ones he learned, sometimes use their eyebrows in place of questions or words. A difficult concept, but one he studied until he mastered it.

Now, the other facial expressions and mannerisms… he gathered that information from your watch lists on your streaming services. For the visible examples at least, but your books were just as helpful in describing how he should approach you, speak to you, and simply exist near you.

He hadn’t realized these things were this important until now. Standing and posture was surprisingly very, very important to women. As well as hand movements and subtle glances and minuscule changes of expression.

You were worth the time and effort it took to learn all of it. He’d read and research and practice until he couldn’t stand to look at himself in the mirror any longer. He was determined to make sure you were happy with the results.

He was startled by a loud ping, someone had entered to building and holy shit it was you.

Anakin shook out his hands frantically, remembering the breathing techniques he’d learned as a child, he grounded himself quickly.

It’s okay.

‘She’s gonna love you. She’ll warm up to you quickly, you know everything you need to know about her to make her comfortable and loved.’

‘There’s no way she won’t fall head over heels.’

He smoothed out his band-tee and ran his hands through his hair quickly and headed to his door that was propped open slightly. A few boxes sat in the hall, including the most important one, the one instrumental to his plan.

The apartment hallway was ridiculously tiny, which worked in his favor in this situation.

He heard you come up the stairs, counted your steps until he knew you were almost at the door, 17 and a half steps. Then he swung open the door and bent down to grab one of the boxes.

As expected, he startled you and you dropped your keys. You always wore your backpack on one shoulder, one strap. So when you quickly went to scoop up your keys, your bag swung out of place and toppled a few books from one of the boxes.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Anakin could gloat to himself about his magnificent setup later, right now he needed to woo you with his sweet words.

“Oh, sweetheart I’m sorry.” He said softly, coming over to offer you a hand up.

“It’s okay, my bad.” You laughed, taking his hand.

He managed to keep calm and collected despite his insides boiling him alive at the willing skin contact.

“No, not at all. It’s my fault for startling you like that.” He chuckled, squeezing your upper arm and using his hand already in yours to give you a small handshake. Smooth.

“I’m Anakin.” He said with a bashful smile, dropping your hand and reveling in the lingering warmth your palm left on his.

You introduced yourself in return, gesturing to his apartment door.

“So I take it that you’re my new neighbor huh?” You said, making small talk as you crouched down to pick up the books you’d knocked over.

“No I’m just a one man moving crew.” He grinned.

“Very funny.” You laughed, standing up as you looked through the titles. “Hmm, you’ve got good taste.”

“You think so?” He asked, remembering to make his eyebrows swoop up toward the middle of his forehead to give a quizzical look.

“Oh yeah, this is one of my favorites.” You said, showing him the cover of The Silmarillion by Tolkien.

“Not many people actually read that one, I’m impressed.” He smiled.

“Impressed? Yeah well I’m jealous.” You laughed.

“What?” He chuckled, holding his hands out to take the other books from you.

“This is a really nice edition, it’s similar to mine. I recently lost it.” You sighed. “I think I must’ve left it the park or maybe it fell out of my bag or something.”

“Ah, that sucks… well, I mean I’ve read that one a few times now. It’s been well loved.” He said tipping the books in his arms toward the one you were holding. “Why don’t you keep it?”

He shrugged, acting nonchalant as though this didn’t mean the entire world to him and if you said no he’d sob about it later.

“You’re serious?” You asked in surprise, he was offering you a 50$ special edition book and you’d barely known him for a minute.

“Yeah, ‘course sweetheart.” He said with a cute, crooked smile. “Think of it as a… reverse house warming gift.” He chuckled.

“Thank you, I- this means a lot to me.” You said, grinning widely. “That’s real sweet of you Anakin. I owe you one.”

“No worries.” He chuckled, “I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it even sweetheart.” His gaze flickered quickly from your eyes to your lips, and he turned to go back into his apartment after giving you an almost-missed wink.

You stepped inside your home, and went straight to the bookshelf to put your new-to-you book where it belonged. After the fact you stood there and buffered, just staring at it.

‘There’s no way, this guy has to be too good to be true.’

But he seemed… so genuine. He didn’t ogle you, he didn’t make you feel weird or like he just felt obligated to speak to you.

He seemed to actually, really be a good guy.

Rare. Few and far of those exist in this day and age. It’s uncommon to meet someone who would do something, even as simple as giving you a used book, without expecting anything in return.

But he didn’t seem to expect anything. He didn’t seem to even expect a thank you, it was like he’d already decided he would give it to you before he even offered.

What are the odds that a hot, tattooed and pierced man moves in next door and gifts you an expensive book that just so happens to be an even better replacement for the one that you just lost? That couldn’t happen twice even if you tried to make it happen again.

What kind of second dimension did you step into? The land of dreamy men?

Diary Entry: July 28th

It’s late. But I have to write to you, it can’t wait til tomorrow.

Everything went more perfectly than I could’ve imagined. Thank you so much for being you sweet girl. It made my job of curating the scenery so much easier, you clumsy little thing. I am sorry for having to spook you though, but it worked didn’t it?

Research pays off. Always.

And of course there’s the issue of your book, I hated to see your frustration and your mad scowl when you realized it was missing from your backpack. I really did.

But I’d do it every goddamn day if I knew I’d get the same reaction out of you from giving you that new copy.

Oh god you’re… you’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You look angelic when you sleep but you look like competition for Aphrodite when you smile at me.

You smiled, grinned. You smiled all the way up to the corners of your bright and beautiful eyes. For me.

You even laughed for me.

It was so sweet I could taste it. The honey of your voice, I could fucking bathe in it. Just the sound of you speaking, knowing you were speaking to me. Really speaking to me.

In the flesh.

It’s intoxicating. It’s emboldening, it’s dangerous. I’ve never been more worked up in my life. I’m torn all to pieces from at two minute and 6 second conversation.

I think I’ll have to fucking recover from this like a damn hangover.

But what has me so drunk you might ask? Was it your laugh at my stupid jokes? Was it your perfect smile, your radiant glow, your soulful eyes? The softness of your skin or you willingness to let me touch you?

No baby. It’s how you said my name.

I wish I could’ve stayed longer, I wish I could’ve spoken to you more. But it’s so hard to concentrate when my dick is leaking precum down my leg at a rate that should probably be concerning.

The minute you closed that door I shoved those boxes into my apartment and locked the door. Took my elated ass straight to the couch and watched you in your living room, admiring your gift from me while I fucked my fist with a pair of your dirty panties in my mouth.

I couldn’t have your honeyed lips soothing my angry red cock just yet, but I sure as hell could imagine licking your gorgeous little cunt while I tasted you.

I tugged my balls and pumped my cock for over half an hour until I was a fucking mess for you in my new living room’s floor. The cool hardwood letting the heat from my flushed skin seep away from me as I came back down to earth.

I made myself dizzy. Didn’t give myself a break, didn’t slow down, just stroked my cock like the desperate little manwhore that I am for you. The only thing missing was you being there to watch me fall apart.

I think you’d like that wouldn’t you? Watching a man like me get on his knees and beg for you?

Diary Entry: July 29th

I’ve replayed that moment in my head for hours on end. The beginning always stays the same, but the ending… that’s been subject to many changes. It started off simple, we’d chat alittle longer, I’d ask you how your day was; you’d tell me it was ‘fine, thank you’.

Or you’d ask me why I decided to move in, why I chose this side of town, this side of town, this apartment building, across from you. That one always ended questionably and I’d rather not explore that one on paper.

My favorites however were the ones where you’d laugh at a stupid pick-up line and somehow we’d end up in your bed. The bed I’ve sat and watched you sleep in. Those were the best additions.

Now, I’ve been fortunate enough that you’ve been loyal, faithful and devoted to only me since the very beginning. So I don’t really have a clue what you’d actually be like in bed.

But god it’s so fun to imagine it.

You’ve got such pretty, soft skin. You let me mar it up with my teeth and soothe it with my tongue. You let me grip the pillowy flesh of your thighs to spread you open for me. You let me pinch and roll and pull your nipples until they were raw and begging for a break. You let me caress the sensitive slick covered folds between those beautiful pussy lips, plunge my fingers in as far as they’d go.

I took you from behind, watching your perky little ass bounce off my cock while I plowed into you. Your face smushed against the couch cushions and your body folded over the arm rest for me to fuck you like the good little girl that you are.

Against the wall with your arms around my neck while I’ve got my hands holding you spread open and in place by the crook of your knees. You promised you stay real still so that I could drill up into you like you deserved.

God damn. Do you know how good you look like that? Back arched against the wall, tits jiggling in my face with every thrust. Your legs pushed up and back to the sides of your torso, to pin you in place?

It was like a pretty pink flower had bloomed and spread its buttery smooth petals just for me.

Don’t even get me started on how good you suck cock. Have you ever been told you could be mistaken for a warm, wet Hoover? No? Didn’t think so cause that would be rude as hell, but I bet someone’s thought it before.

(Me. It’s me, I thought that.)

Fuck those soft lips. Fuck that smooth snake of a tongue. Fuck that tight, hot throat that just loves to take a beating from my dick.

Can’t wait to prove my imagination right.

Speaking of, my dick has been beat. Like actually. If one didn’t know any better they’d assume it’s on life support, but I’m a freak of nature. Cumming upwards of 16 times in the span of 40ish hours would probably put a weaker man in a hospital bed. Or maybe a psych ward.

But I am not a weak man even if my dick feels raw. I’d still fuck you if you asked.

I’d be curious to know if I’d be able to stave off cumming longer from all the abuse or if I’d be so fucking sensitive that I wouldn’t make it in half an inch.

Probably the latter.

Diary Entry: August 2nd

Being so close to you is killing me. Truly it is.

You’ve sunken your claws so deeply into my very soul and you don’t even realize it. It’s torture. To you, I’m just the new guy, nice dude who gave you a book. But to me? You’re my entire world.

I’ve been told I have the personality of a guard dog. Soft and squishy on the inside, dangerous and fierce on the outside. Which I suppose could be true, but really I think it’s for a different reason. For a human, a dog is one small but very impactful blip in your life. But for the dog? You are it’s life.

Am I comparing myself to a dog right now? Yes I am.

I’ll beg for you to throw me the scraps of your affections until you finally toss me a bone.

Bark.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I’ve been trying my best to give you space. To plan accordingly and in advance. I have our next two interactions simmering on the back burner.

I know that if I go too hard, too fast, you’ll be overwhelmed. That’s the last thing I want. I never want to be the thing that causes you stress, I want to siphon it from you. So, in one week I will set out to help you with a few of your errands and plant a few seeds.

But until then, we have late night snacks and couch chats with Boogie.

I’ve also been doing- you guessed it- more research to do with helpful vitamins and medicines. You’ve responded so well to your SleepyTime tea and since I’ve started making sure your birth control packet is plainly visible in the countertop basket directly beneath that cabinet, you’ve been taking it so well.

I’m so proud of you sweetheart, that’s my girl, look at you taking care of yourself. You’ve done so well in fact, that it’s in my personal opinion that you have earned a very special reward.

Anakin sat on his couch, the live feed of your living room screen mirrored to his Tv. He was watching you cook dinner, he knew you’d be making a stir fry. He’d seen it in your planner, so he’d taken the liberty of ordering himself the same, it’d be here any minute. As would your good friend Sam.

Anakin had originally burned red hot with jealousy at the thought of you inviting a man over to your apartment, that he hadn’t vetted via social media and a quick drop-in. But he was relieved to discover that Sam was just a girl from your book club.

This wasn’t one of his well thought out plans, this was decided upon this morning after you’d returned from book club. So, he was anxious to see if his hunches served him well. Sam seemed like a punctual gal, at least from what he’d seen on social media and the text messages between the two of you from weeks/months before.

Anakin had the wonderful idea to log into your cell service providers website to pull your deleted messages from their data bank. You really should have better passwords.

The thing he was most worried about was his door dasher arriving on time. It was rare that one was too far off on arrival time, but it would be his shit luck and lack of planning that could ruin this little glimpse of you.

The minutes ticked by and he was alerted to the new motion sensors he’d placed near the LED pathway lights on the paved entrance to the apartment building. He quickly switched over to the hallway feed at the front door, seeing that it was his door dasher.

Damn you Trevor. How dare you get there before Sam.

Not to worry, he’d call for the door code and Anakin wouldn’t answer the first time. It wasn’t much but it would buy him a few seconds.

Though it seemed to be that luck was on his side as it often was when it came to you. Sam was so kind, kind enough to let the delivery guy into the building. Which is technically a security concern but Trevor didn’t seem like the type of guy who’d be able to remember a 6 digit door code.

He was too busy staring at your friends ass to pay attention to the numbers she entered anyway.

The footsteps approached your door and his, Anakin waited until he heard Sam knock on your door before he opened his. Trevor stood patiently as Anakin slowly counted out his tip in cash and thankfully you were quick to let your friend inside. After the exchange was complete Anakin gave you a smile and wave.

He could’ve had a heart attack at the response you gave him.

A flirty little finger waggle and smile.

He had to remind himself to breathe and keep his expression a happy-neutral. He’d hate for you to see his blushing cheeks this early on.

“Have a good night girls.” He said as he closed his door and to his surprise you actually answered.

“You too!”

If he weren’t confident that you were a sweet and loving soul, he’d think you were trying to kill him with the siren song of your voice.

Stir fry had never tasted so fucking good.

Diary Entry: July 8th

Grocery day baby, here I come.

I love that you’re so predictable. I love that you’re so fucking cute and always try to strong arm your groceries in one trip. I love that it takes at least two good whacks to the trunk of your shitty old Nissan to properly close it.

It’s cute to watch you struggle with it, the annoyed huffs and angry scowl.

I thought you’d combust on the spot once when your paper grocery bag of flour and sugar ripped open and sent a plume of flour up on your black jeans. The parking lot was very empty and I was very glad because I’d hate for someone to have seen the cursing contest you had with yourself as you picked up your spilled items. Very unladylike you know. But it’s you so I don’t mind, I just like to hear you talk.

It’s almost time. I’ve been sitting in my car for about 10 minutes. Gotta account for the traffic on highway 76. Do you really have to shop all the way out there just because of the Whole Foods? C’mon baby they have the same shit at Kroger.

I’ve been watching your little blue dot on my phone and you’re rounding the corner so I’ll write you later doll.

I love you.

You pulled into the parking lot and sat in your car for a moment. Giving yourself the much need quiet to decompress from your work day and the grocery trip. After you’d checked your messages and scrolled for a moment you decided it was time to head inside before your frozen foods got… not so frozen.

You popped the trunk and fumbled with the faulty latch, your fingers feeling blindly under the metal lip until it finally detached and you were able to open the trunk.

You took a deep breath and scolded yourself for buying the extra few things that could’ve waited till next time. Second trips are for wimps and you weren’t one. So you loaded up your left arm bag by bag until you heard a humored puff of air and the beep of a car locking behind you.

“Need a hand sweetheart?” Anakin grinned, shoving his keys into his front pocket.

He waltzed over and took a few bags off your hands without waiting for a response. It took you aback, not because he hadn’t waited for permission, but because of the way he exuded an odd charm that made you falter.

“Anakin, really it’s alright I can get it.” You said, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion by his kind gesture.

“Mmm no, this seems like a two man mission sweet girl.” He smiled, gathering up a few the last few bags from the trunk and shutting it with one solid push.

“You really don’t have to-“

“I know I don’t have to.” He said tilting his head toward the apartment building to encourage you to walk with him. “I want to.”

“Thank you, that’s… thanks.” You smiled, a light blush creeping across your cheeks.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, tapping in the door code and holding it open for you despite holding many more bags than you.

Something about the low tone of voice or maybe just the way he looked at you with his icey blue eyes… just sent a chill down your spine. A quick one that was gone in an instant, replaced by a warm glow in the center of your chest.

“Guess chivalry’s not dead.” You joked.

“I’m no knight.” He laughed, “but you’re sure as hell a princess.”

‘Oh that was smooth.’ You thought, trying to ignore the heat at the bottom of your stomach.

What is happening? How on earth can one man be so… everything? Kind, caring, chivalrous and gorgeous to boot.

You felt a wave of embarrassment at the squeaky giggle you let out. He had you tore up from one little comment.

True to the gentleman he seemed to be, he chose not to push it and tease you about your beet red cheeks. He just waited patiently for you as you unlocked your door.

“Do you want me to bring these in for you?” He asked, watching your movements closely.

“Oh that would be great.” You said in relief, leading him into your kitchen.

“Cute little place.” He said, looking around the kitchenette and over to the living room.

He sat down your bags on the counter and started unloading them neatly into rows.

“Oh, you-“

“Mmm mmm.” He shook his head with a smirk, “Just let me help, it’s no big deal.”

You let out a puff of air in an amused sort of amazement and pulled out your little step stool to open up the cabinets. Anakin snickered from behind you as you stepped up and started putting things away.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder and almost said something snarky until you realized he was folding your paper grocery bags in the same way that you always do.

“Huh.” You laughed. “I thought I was the only one who did that.”

“Did what?” He asked, his head cocked to the side.

“Fold the bags.” You said, turning back around to continue placing your things where they belonged.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “I dunno it’s just a habit I guess. Fits better in that stupid slot on the recycling bin this way.”

“Yeah I never really understood why they made them that way? I guess so people don’t just shove other trash in there.” You mused.

“Mmhm probably.” He agreed, stacking them neatly and gathering it in his hands. “Do you want me to take these out back for you?”

“I can do-“ You stopped yourself when Anakin raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side with a crooked smirk.

You sighed and gave him a downturned smile. “Yes, I would love for you to take them out back for me.”

“Good girl.” He nodded, clicking his tongue and heading for the door. “See ya princess.”

After he shut the door you let yourself breathe alittle easier, blowing out the air in a short puff through your nose. Maybe even letting a little smile cross your lips before you finished up your task.

You’d be thinking about that low rumble of his voice later. Good girl? Shit.

PART FIVE

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theeternalwombtarot · 1 year ago

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why are they silent?

message: I’m feeling called to do this reading so I’m doing it. My posting and content schedule was literally all planned out and organized but I am unfortunately the embodiment of chaos however organized so now everything is all jumbled up. I think I’d love to have a little schedule and do all these wonderful things but I don’t believe that it’s really indefinitely the right direction for me to go in. I’m naturally spontaneous, I kind of go against the grain and go my own way all the time naturally and have done so since I was a child and so I think it’s time I live in my reality and find some acceptance here lol. I’m in the process of working through my drafts I have countless readings set up to be written and posted that I haven’t even tackled yet. Well anyways, hope this brings you peace and clarity.

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Guys, *deep dramatic sigh”, this person has a lot to say. I can’t stop channeling. It’s running through me like water lol. You could’ve stopped speaking to this person, cut them off, or cut them off from your energy all together here. Someone feels like something is incredibly unfair or unjust. They may feel like the world or the most high is against them and they feel like you slipping away from them is a manifestation of what it means to hit rock bottom. But , I don’t see you able to romanticize this, this person, this behavior, their feelings for you (any longer) you’ve expanded much too big or experienced what it means to be valued and you’re never going back there or you simply don’t resonate with this at this time.

channeled:

teenage dirt bag

I smoked away my brain- asap rocky

“Lowlife energy”

Disrespectful/disrespect

Peter Pan syndrome

“I don’t want to grow up.”

Catalyst

Life lessons

“Bigger than me” “you’re bigger than me.” “Larger than life.”

“It’s above me now.” “It’s out of my hands.”

Looking to the moon for answers

666- “a reminder to refocus and find balance in your life.” “a positive and transformative message from the celestial realm, representing self-discovery and spiritual essence.”

777- “linked to self-discovery and personal growth” “a signal to get present with what's going on between you and your significant other”

8891- “centers around personal growth and development”

786- “centers around personal growth and development” “healing and self-care. This number encourages you to take time for yourself and to focus on your own well-being”

**the angel numbers were insane, confirmation on confirmation***

Temptation

“The devil”

Forbidden fruit

Forbidden love

Unrequited. Unrequited love

“Are you finished with me?”

“Can I be your shadow?”

“Within you.”

Karmic cycles

Mirror

“See you again” -Tyler the creator, kali uchis

“Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? Because, I’m about to go to war and I don’t know if im going to see you again.”

“La la la” “ok ok ok”

Feminine/masculine

Opposites

Ends of the spectrum

Redbone- childish gambino

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Someone is coming to a conclusion about you and about themselves through you. I get mirror energy here this could be twin flame connection that you’re keeping small here. There’s imagery of someone trying to blow out a candle, or a flame that’s flickering and small. It’s not being fed. A fire that’s dying. Whomever this person is, they’re receiving their karma for who they were to you, for not making the right decisions, for being disrespectful, for stumbling through life like it’s a joke. Your spirit guides, ancestors, deities, the divine, stand behind you so fiercely. Someone is feeling some sort of wrath here for who they were to you or what they’ve done to you. I just heard, “you’ll know loss.” Someone is going to have to rise out of the ashes like a phoenix, exorcise parts of them that have kept them stuck, be physically pulled away from karmic cycles and habits. Someone says, “they aren’t learning. They aren’t moving.”

They’re feeling very restless and burnt out here. Someone’s tired of fighting. Someone’s being brought to their knees. “I hear you haven’t seen or felt rock bottom yet.” I even hear an ancestor saying, “watch this.” I’m getting the imagery of very divine and large beings sitting in a row of chairs. Almost like the last supper or the imagery of it and looking down on what’s happening attentively. This person is undergoing large heart chakra openings or having an awakening here. The imagery of the ace of swords gives me the energy of someone pulling a sword from the earth, after it’s been buried for ages. Someone is finally picking up their sword or stepping into their power here. But I see you being completely inattentive to this here. If you’re even reading this right now this is a privilege to them to have you sit and see what it is they’re going through. Someone’s not available and has made themselves unavailable or out of reach.

This person is so stubborn, they’re hard headed, and they’ve sorted planted themselves firmly in their place and have refused to move. They’re obsessed with status or are obsessed with keeping up some sort of facade or reputation to protect themselves or make them appear invulnerable, heartless, reckless and damaging. This person could like to fight, could be someone whose met with a lot of criticism or always is pushing up against or things. Using or manipulating some sort of influence. I see you coming to terms with this person and not resonating with who they are and not seeing any admirable qualities within this person any longer. This person is going to have to fight their way through the thick of the situation that they’ve built for themselves, undergoing inner purging, arising out of karmic cycles, disconnecting from karmic connections in all sorts and shapes.

This person is avoiding making hard decisions and setting themselves apart from others and owning up to their mistakes and actions. Something about this persons lack of accountability may trigger deep childhood wounds within you of some sort or be a pet peeve that you dislike very intensely in others that you now dislike very intensely within them. This person has to make a choice. The right one this time after a long time of playing games with the divine and playing games within the lives of others. They’re going to have to be reborn and undergo immense transformation and change. And this is what is going on. There’s a massive tower moment in store for them they you won’t be there for or won’t be a bystander in. This is for them to experience all on their own. It’s very likely that you may find this persons demise satisfying or be apathetic towards their hard ship at this time, I almost typed heart ship. You may be apathetic toward their internal conflict and heartbreak as well. It’s a long time coming I heard.

Someone is allowing the scales to be balanced out and protecting themselves by being nowhere near this incoming explosion or tower moment. They won’t be stepping in, helping to protect this person from their karma, or hiding this person away from their shadows. I’m getting imagery of the shadow man or Dr. facilliers death in the princess and the frog. This person is so unattractive to you right now. After a long time potentially of being your wish fulfillment and end all be all.

Messages:

“ I’m scared somebody will take you from me.”

“ I let others interfere with our connection.”

“Go back to our spot.”

“I want to call/text you, but I’m afraid you won’t answer.”

“The warmth of your hands keeps my insecurities away.”

“Don’t give my love to anybody else.”

“I was too stubborn to admit that you were my person.”

“I need closure from you.”

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ii.

everything is okay pile two, you can relax. You may feel tension in your neck, your back, and feel a lack of energy in your legs or have some leg pain. You’re purging energies, undergoing transformation, and getting ready to accept more gifts and more happiness. Make sure you prioritize your rest, your eating and your overall health. The color blue could be significant, beige or light shades of brown, the color white, doves, crows, cats, and spiders. Snakes as well. If you feel lost, answers are on the way. If you feel alone and/or abandoned, spirit is always standing with you and protecting you. Spirit will not allow you to be mislead, be hurt, or be put in situations that will destroy you. Your spirit guides and ancestors commend you. I hear round of applause, whistling, and chants of encouragement. I actually left and took my ass to bed after pile one because pile one’s energy was crazy asl, I actually know pile one in real life. Bless their heart for real. ANYWAYS!!

channeled:

Tangled up in you- the Alton’s

Heart to heart- Mac Demarco

Let’s stay together- al green

Tell it like it is- Aaron Neville

I put a spell on you- Nina Simone

Fade into you- mazzy star

Relaxation

Inner peace

Fulfillment

222 - you’re on the right path. “signifies good fortune in finances, relationships, and career, as well as a reminder to work towards your soul's purpose.” “symbolize balance, harmony, and spiritual alignment” “the time has come for you to be more self-reflective, and focused on the duality of situations”

444 - your spirit guides are protecting and supporting you. “conveys a powerful message of love, support, and guidance from your angels”

22 - “welcome balance, wisdom, and divine transformation into your life.”

12 - “something in your life has been completed, and it's time to turn your attention away from the past and look into the future.”

896 - personal growth & development. “896 encourages you to put your devotion and efforts towards your spiritual passions and interests, in turn, manifesting abundance and plenty into your life”

888 - “positive flow, abundance, and rewards are coming your way.” “Stay open to abundance in whatever form it appears, not just what we expect or want”

8 - infinite possibilities

0 - “the number 0 is ultimately about unconditional love. "The force of love is around you all the time, taking the form of other people, opportunities, and even moments of clarity”

65 - “Angel Number 65 is giving you a message from the guardian angels that your efforts to transform and improve your life are being appreciated by the divine energies.”

100 - “symbol of new beginnings, manifestation, and spiritual guidance.” “aligning oneself with eternity while finding balance between our inner world and outer reality so that true harmony may exist within us.”

110 - “it’s time to manifest your dreams.”

Sleep

Relaxation

Careful consumption of media

Deciding on morals & boundaries

Candles

Journaling

Shadow work

Smoke cleansing

Water cleansing

Detox

Rejuvenation

Chrysalis

Hibernation

Mother Nature

Mother Earth

The Moon

Menstrual cycle

Divine feminine energy

The metaphysical

Inner child

Inner compass

Erykah badu

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pile two… this person.. this person.. I’m so obsessed. This person is open and genuine. They may have expressed to you so much already but anything their withholding is more and further confirmation of deeper feelings and desire to do more for you and offer you more love and more peace. You may be in a relationship with this person, this gives committed relationship vibes, it doesn’t give situationship vibes, nothing is in the air, there’s no dust kicked up or fog that’s obstructing the clarity of the situation. It is what the two of you say it is, it looks like exactly what it is. It sounds like exactly what it is, devotion. Amy winehouse “love is a losing game” just came on, I have it playing on my tv and I just turned it up because it’s playing so quietly all of a sudden when my volume is already high and everything else was loud and clear.

It kind of gives me the impression that anything within the energy of loss and heartbreak is over and silenced. Spirit is covering your ears and covering your eyes to perspectives and ideas that aren’t in alignment with this connection and the love you share. The song just ended, “tell it like it is” just came on, blaring loud I was like 🫨🫨🫨. This person is a real man or a real woman. They’re ready to love you, to give you everything. They’re asking that you be honest and bare your soul and tell me them how you feel. Pride aside, fear aside. This person loves you beyond the fear and ego. I’m getting sensual energy, it’s deep and it’s passionate lol I feel like someone is squeezing my heart right now. This person applies pressure or they really get you riled up. I’m feeling all of this persons feelings. I hear my heart in my ears, you know those chills you get when you listen to oldies, the blues, or that STANK face you make when you feel something deep in your spirit. This person is in your spirit, coursing through your veins right now lol. I haven’t even began reading through the cards. UGH! Unhand me immediately!!!

This is like an intensely passionate saxophone solo. If this person is silent in any way, it’s because they’re trying to take action in their lives to get themselves in a position to show you how much they love you in a material and physical aspect. They already have laid out so much love for you to have but they want to give you more. They want to over fill your cup. They fill your cup. Your cup is full but I keep hearing “more.” I’m seeing imagery here of a divine masculine giving you everything in his pockets or anything that he has and carries with him. For some of you this is a divine masculine energy. They know your love and devotion isn’t free and isn’t cheap. They’re willing to put it all on the line. They’re even becoming more enlightened spiritually. I see the imagery of the five of pentacles and one of the men on the card is looking up the sky here. This person is looking to the heavens behind you, looking to the divine, to the moon, to spirit. Showing their gratitude, asking for and manifesting success for them to give you, asking for and manifesting safety and protection over this connection.

This person is not undecided about you, they’ve made a decision. They have some self doubt about how well they’ll be able to show up for you or how able they will be to provide you with everything you deserve because they smell your divinity, they wouldn’t do wrong by you, betray you, or give you less than what you deserve. I’m hearing “don’t” by Bryson tiller. This person feels sorry for your exes. This person is ready to give you everything and do anything on your behalf and it only gets more intense everyday. This person is in their bag or about to be, making plans for the two of you, planning a future for the two of you, making decisions and making choices behind you and your influence and your presence in their life. Financial choices, spiritual choices, emotional choices.

This person is thinking of all the things the two of you can do together or build together it’s their primary focus. Any of this persons silence is them exercising self restraint or making room for you or for this connection to unfold and blossom naturally. They want you to feel safe and feel valued despite how passionate they feel or how much they want to envelope you in all of their love and desire. This person is levitating right now. They often feel they have to take moments to pull back and gather up their energy and bring themselves down from a high or an obsessive part of them that feels driven to you.

This person, in their silence, is constantly thinking about more ways to be honest with you, value your boundaries, express their own, communicate their feelings to you. This person wants to earn your trust and your devotion.

messages:

“ save the date.”

“ will you marry me?”

This person is most definitely thinking long term commitment, sees you as someone who could be their wife or husband. Wants to live harmoniously with you and have you for a long time ❤️

“you’re a witch.”

This person feels as though you have so much power over them. They constantly feel your influence. You could be into witchcraft or be into spirituality and manifestation and they believe in your power and divinity wholeheartedly. They don’t doubt you.

“You have so much power over me.”

“Healing my mother wound.”

You could’ve brought to light some maternal issues within this person or opened their eyes to the gravity of a situation regarding their mother.

“Sending you all my love.”

“You have my undivided attention.”

“Open your heart to me. Let me in.”

“Please wait for me.”

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iii.

This reading is being done in such immensely high and free floating energy. Someone is relaxing into something or surrendering, I’m getting imagery of someone being fully submerged into something warm or something with healing properties or that has the intention of transforming and rejuvenating them and restoring magic within the spirit. I’m getting Steve lacy - infrunami. Someone was hiding in plain sight here or may have been hiding away on purpose but the both of you are being met with true devotion from one another. There’s a lot of passion and longing I’m feeling. Someone misses someone or has plans to come to someone and be near them. Spirit is telling me, “I’m giving you space to miss one another or come to terms with who one another really are and what you meant to one another after a long time of being right underneath each others noses” there’s this energy of truths being revealed, the light or divinity in someone or the both of you being revealed. Someone within this collective may be drawn to pile two or have messages in two piles.

channeled:

Love on the brain - Rihanna

Infrunami - Steve Lacy

Tears dry on their own - Amy winehouse

Mercy mercy - Marvin Gaye

Let’s stay together - Al Green

Wet dreamz - J. Cole

CPR - Summer Walker

Trust - Brent Faiyaz

(There is) no greater love - amy winehouse

Just another interlude- Bryson tiller

Glory box- Portishead

Wholeness

Accepting love

Energy of recieving

Gifts

Divine timing

Divine plan

“Proud of you.”

Appreciation

Music

66 - “a powerful symbol of balance and harmony.”

67 - “you are on the right path and to keep going.” “prosperity and good fortune are on their way.”

68 - “your angels are encouraging you to take a leap of faith and start something new”

88 - “great success, abundance, and prosperity.” “ This number's presence is a positive sign for matters of the heart, often associated with the abundance of love and blessings.”

99 - “spiritual growth and awakening” “it confirms that your bond is based on mutual respect, understanding, and love. But, there's always an opportunity to enter a new phase of even deeper connection.”

600 - “Your material security and wellbeing are protected. Balance, harmony, and stability in your relationships. Spiritual growth and higher understanding.”

666 - “ a positive and transformative message from the celestial realm, representing self-discovery and spiritual essence”

789 - “number centers around healing and self-care. This number encourages you to take time for yourself and to focus on your own well-being. It serves as a reminder that it's important to make sure your emotional, physical, and spiritual health are all taken care of.”

884 - “ a powerful reminder that you should stay open to what life brings your way. It's time to trust that everything is happening for a reason. The angels are reminding you to stay in alignment with your heart and soul. If you do, the universe will aspire to bring you what you need.”

200 - “conveys a message of hope and optimism for your future endeavors”

211 - “guides us to maintain balance and harmony within our relationships.” “a positive omen that learning to trust yourself will set you free”

Equal give & take

Space to be yourself

Satisfaction

Overcoming fears

Emotional stability

Messages/calls

Abundance

Self-care

Singing

Throat chakra

Chakra activation

Kundalini activation

Intense physical & emotional intimacy

Support

Devotion

Red roses

Vinyl records

1970s

History

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This person is carrying with them a lot of emotional stress and burdens here but I also see them carrying themselves almost. Like they’re trying to hold themselves back from coming face to face with you on a deep and personal level. This person is having hard time and is tired and a little burnt out from feeling as though they have to suppress their devotion or their love for you. This person is incredibly attached to you as well as sexually attracted to you. They may hide from you or try to create space between the two of you so that you won’t see just how much they like you or how much they want to be with you, how much they want to be intensely intimate with you. This person overthinks a lot, they’re an anxious person and they’re afraid of embarrassing themselves in front of you or disappointing you. This person also feels like they might inconvenience you greatly by being authentic with you due to past connections and heart break that made them seem or feel like they weren’t important or valued or weren’t owed loyalty or devotion because of the way they were when they they showed up honestly. This persons needs weren’t met and their nervous system is in overdrive trying to overcome their fear of being close to someone again despite how much they love they hold for you in their heart.

Someone in this persons past may have gaslit them or told them that they weren’t as special as they advertised themselves to be or that their love and support wasn’t genuine or wasn’t worth fighting for or sticking around for or their portrayed this to them through actions. This person has been tired, carrying a lot of tension in their bodies, or are burnt out from how much energy it takes for them to keep themselves from you. Heard the worst by Jhene aiko, not necessarily the whole entire song but “I don’t need you but I want you.” And “I don’t mean to, but I love you.” But this person, they’re afraid, because they think that they love you but are afraid to tell you or reveal their love to you through words and action. This person feels as though you’re meant for them and they constantly feel the need to apologize for pushing you away or holding off from you out of fear.

This person adores you, they care for you genuinely, and they feel they’ve been blessed with and given divine love. You may come as a surprise to this person, you catch them off guard, or appeal to them in a profound way due to past experiences. I hear this person hoping and wishing that nothing takes you away from them. This person is in a constant state of healing and transformation in order to accept you. Manifesting their fear away, taking steps to let you see them, practicing putting down their weapons, leaving their past in the past, and breaking down the walls they’ve built around themselves in order to call and manifest true love and now you’ve arrived and the walls are ready to come crashing down. This person is reprioritizing things within their life as well. They could’ve had to shift into their dark feminine energy if this is a feminine energy. This person could’ve had to remove people from their lives, undergo a lot of purging, awakening and healing in order to put themselves in their divinely ordained position to receive love and love themselves.

This person is coming to terms with the fact that the worst is over and they won’t have to fight anymore and that they can fall into you finally and be taken care of and loved correctly. They’re in the process of coming to terms with the fact that the past is in the past and they no longer have to revisit it or hold onto it. That they’re safe. That nothing else can harm them any longer.

messages:

“Every song reminds me of you.”

“You taught me what real love is.”

“Divine masculine.”

you represent true masculine energy to this person. True divine masculine energy. Especially if you identify as the divine masculine within this connection.

“You have a lot of heart.”

“Lover.”

“I’m sorry I pushed you away. I didn’t understand you, I didn’t understand my feelings.”

“Forgive me.”

“My souls purpose is to love you & be loved by you.”

*double confirmation about spending time apart.*

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Hope this served you right and brought you Justice and true clarity! I enjoyed curating this reading, thank you for co-creating my reading by being apart of the beautiful collective, by loving my work, by being patient with me! You are so loved and valued. ❤️!

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galacticlamps · 6 months ago

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I don't want to get too caught up on semantics but I have to say I really feel like it's an unfair reading of the situation to call what Charles does in the Staircase Scene a "rejection."

I've already talked about how I think that scene's strength lies in the act of telling itself and Edwin's confession as the conclusion of his self-discovery arc. And I understand how the fact that that arc involved things like sexuality & attraction left it open to being viewed under a sort of romance-plot-specific lens, but evaluating the whole thing on that criteria still feels like a misrepresentation.

I don't think Edwin is saying "Love me" in that scene. Maybe he would've been asking for that, if this had all happened under different circumstances - and sure, generally, he'd presumably like that to happen - but it'd still be a kind of insane request for him to make right as he's being literally rescued from hell. (Especially since, even though the audience & Charles can both see the rescue as so in-character we might take it for granted, Edwin clearly didn't, if his consistently surprised confused & appalled reactions to Charles being there are anything to go by). I think he's feeling very loved already at that point, and I have a hard time believing desperation to simply have that reiterated is what drove him to speak up at such an inopportune moment.

I think what he's really saying there is "Hear me" - and as a listener and a confidant, Charles does anything but reject him. Maybe it's splitting hairs a bit, but if the distinction between "please don't turn me down" and "please understand the person in front of you" matters anywhere, it's in relation to Charles' response because he is so accepting of the confession as a confession. Not only does he take what Edwin tells him well, despite it being the sort of thing that might rock the foundation of the most important relationship in his existence, he also accepts the fact that Edwin is in such a vulnerable and worked up state that he has to do it right now despite it endangering them both. Charles would, truthfully, be totally justified in mostly ignoring it or passing over it quickly and inconclusively, insisting that this wasn't the time or place - but instead everything he says and does in that scene is geared toward giving Edwin's announcement the attention & understanding he needs so badly - and that includes responding with honesty about his own feelings, even if they might not otherwise be exactly what you'd want to hear after declaring your love for someone. Charles takes his time (perhaps foolishly, but certainly necessarily) and gives Edwin a response that is warm and familiar, while also being kind, affectionate, open, serious, and above all correspondingly worthy of the weight of the thing Edwin has just entrusted him with. That seems an awful lot to pass over simply because he doesn't also happen to be in love with him too.

Edwin's confession is so not a come-on that whether or not Charles reciprocates the romantic element is, at best, secondary to his overall reaction, and using that piece of it to call the whole thing a rejection feels like a very inaccurate shorthand to get in the habit of using as a summary of his role in the scene.

#dead boy detectives #charles rowland #edwin payne #the case of the very long stairway #sorry but i've seen the words rejection & friendzoned used and that just makes no sense to me as anything other than a joke #surely to reject is more than just admitting you don't feel exactly the same?#surprise surprise this turned out longer than i meant it to be. so im not even going near the fact that charles' actual words #can also be interpreted as leaving the door open for potential romantic developments in some future eventuality #that's a valid reading too but many have and others will make that point. it's just not the one that interested me here #like i never thought i'd be saying 'romance aside' about a love confession but i am just so captivated by the way this one plays out

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asoulwithadream · 1 year ago

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TEASER REVIEW BECAUSE I'M DEAD

it's him. he's back. HE'S BACK. BESTIES HE'S BACK. i'm sick. his letter has caused my entire brain to shut down. "I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I LOVE BEING NEAR YOU. BREATHING THE SAME AIR" bestie how did you find ao3 in 1717? AND THEY GAVE US ALL THAT IN THE FUCKING TEASER TOO?????? dude he looks so fucking heartbroken– YEARNING RAAAAAAAH

THIS FUCKING SCENE— he CUSTOMISED THE TOPPERS TO LOOK LIKE THEM I'M CRYING SOBBING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR. omg omg omg omg they love eachother so much PLEASE. and poor sweet ed jesus he has been CRYING AND HE LOOKS SO EMPTY IM SICK IM DYING IM DEAD. i'm sick, i need the icu help. does this mean he's good at painting.

GOTH UNIFORMS. THEY'RE REAL. im so incredible sick frenchie has cat claws. HE HAS CAT CLAWS IM DYING. and JIM HAS A PAINTED BEARD and SHAVED SIDES. i'm actually going to burst into tears. my heart is going to stop at any moment. even FANG HAS A COOL NEW UNIFORM

i don't think i'm alive anymore at this point. THE PARALLEL. THE PARALLEL. and 9 guns he literally turned into the kraken. HE TURNED INTO THE VERY THING HE HATED HELP ME PLEASE (also did anyone notice the scene where he rose out of the ocean was very similar to potc??????? help??????) stede please stop looking lovingly out in the distance my heart has gotten enough beatings

competent stede in red. FABULOUS IM GOING TO CRYYY 2. izzy hands it's izzy isreal it's you PLEASE this is so reminisence of all the ao3 fics— izzy's finally realised what ed has become and needs to go find stede and bring ed back PLEASE HELP I'm GOING TO CRY IZZY AND STEDE BEING FRIENDS NO NO NO NO NO HELP HELP HELP HELP this is his road to self discovery and acceptance and love i'm feral

that's the same place mofos THAT'S THE SAME PLACE. THEY'RE CLOSE. omg they're going to end up FIGHTING EACHOTHER AREN'T THEY AREN'T THEY OR IS IT THE FIRST TIME THEY SEA EACHOTHER . (also, COMPETENT STEDE?????) HELP ME THEY'RE SO FIGHTING. OMG what if they're running TOWARDS EACHOTHER OKFLAIKHFL please this is insane i will cry david jenkins you have forsaken us all.

minnie what are you doing to stede. HE DOESn'T WANT IT. He'S UNCOMFORTABLE IN SUCH A STATE. LITERALLY THE NAME OF ONE OF THE EPISODES ANNE LEAVE HIM ALONE, (and do it to me) (please i'm desperate)

these two barbies are having the times of their lives.

im convinced that "susan" (whoever ruibo quan is playing) is a mermaid. buttons is being taught the way of the sea by her since she is part fish. she is setting him up with the ocean so they can make sweet love, instead of yearning like captain blondie and emo over there

WHO'S FALLEN IN A RIVER IN LEGO CITY. IT MUST BE SOMEONE ON BLACKBEARD'S SHIP MATES IS IT ED????? ED HAS FALLEN OFF A SHIP IN LEGO CITY. HELP ME WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW OMG THE REVENGE ISN'T SINKING ISN'T SHE??? PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO ME

THIS IM SORRY BUT WEE JOHN IS LOOKING ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS, ROACH HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE, AND IS THAT PETE THAT MUST BE PETE IT'S PETE ISN'T IT IT'S BLACK PETE. we don't have enough content with pete. YOU KNOW WHY? or else it would have to include LUCIUS. HAH. got you there david

well. that concludes my current rant. other parts of the trailer have been excluded bc they deserve their own posts OR others have phrased it better than me LMAO (yeah because what i wrote is peak shakespeare)

october 5th can't come fast enough help me

**UPDATE: FULL THEORY BASED ON THIS

#ofmd #our flag means death #rant #ofmd teaser rant #ofmd s2 #ofmd 2 #stede bonnet #ed teach #david jenkins #taika waititi #rhys darby #they're back they're really actually back #october 5th

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kirbybecomesastarwarrior · 2 months ago

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In honor of Galacta Knight's Birthday (which I am.. more than a week late for~), Guys, I wanted to post this earlier, but I just keep adding to the comic because I loved it so much~ as a result, I'm pretty much a week later & I highly suggest that you read these for context:

Mety & Gally, Bye Bye Mety , Let go what no longer serves you

Needless to say, but Spoilers! ON TO THE STORY!

Dame Morgan is pretty much a mix of Ursula (Disney's little Merimand ) & Eris (Sinbad) and this takes place a little after Kirby meets Galacta Knight

Scenario... So Dame Morgan & Galacta Knight a deal:

"I can break your curse, and you can take your revenge on this wretched galaxy...isn't that a great bonus! The world is so unfair is it anyway... why not get what you want for once...

And to show she's the real deal... she dispels him temporally so he can make his choice... he used to fight for the world, and the world was cruel, imprisoned unjustly, and turned its back on him, but...

And the little flashbacks GK recalling is when he was unsealed by MK when he met Kirby, and the first time he met Meta in person when they were kids.

Finding you again~

While Gala taught Kirby that some things are worth letting go of... Kirby teaches Gala that there are some things worth holding on to!

FULL CIRCLE MOMENT!

And Happy (Belated) Birthday, Galacta Knight!

I wanted to give you a win for his birthday. And it'll be a little while before I talk about Galacta Knight again, so I wanted to make it special and drop a ton of lore for him.

He really is an endgame character, for later, there's still a lot of mystery I'm setting up for him. And Galacta's Warpstar revealed which... HAS A HOLE IN THE MIDDLE!?: I'm just gonna leave that pie out in the window so you can all ruminate on that!~

Hope you all have a great day!~

(Keep Reading for lore/explanations & a bonus...)

(After someone battles Galacta Knight (and wins), he (GK) is given a small opening of clarity and sanity.) So when Meta Knight was first unsealed & defeated, but it's not during Marx's arc (Kirby Super Star Ultra)... But in KirbyPlanet Robot instead.

This is where he gives his whole speech, but when Meta hears that, he immediately goes:

OH HELL NAH! I'M NOT LETTING YOU SINK INTO THAT RUT I'M PULLING YOU OUT OF THERE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!

Galacta Knight has always felt like he was written for "Meta Knight" in the canon lore (in Kirby Super Star Ultra) So that's how I approached him in the KBASW AU... His story very much mirrors MK's story.

Meta Knight himself has done the whole "sacrificial-isolation- thing... it was too dangerous for anyone to be around him, and he didn't deserve it..." and had to work damn hard to dig himself out of his rut... but he didn't do it alone ... (doing it alone just made it worse). He certainly wasn't gonna let Gala do that to himself.

Gala's curse makes his power unstable, and when he overloads, that extra power turns into anger & paranoia. This causes him to see everything and everyone as a potential opponent and threat. Only remembering the negative aspects of it.

So when Meta Knight challenged & reminded him that he drafted him & took him... he knew the maniac & insane version of Gala would hold a grudge against him and would go after him, too. It's also an invitation to Gala to see him again, keeping the door open.

Galacta Knight's character is meant to show how much Meta Knight has grown as a character. Using the things he's learned during his journey of self-discovery and applying that knowledge to save the friend he thought had long lost... And the roles of their youth have pretty much been reversed instead of Gala reaching out to Meta... It's Meta who's reaching out to Gala this time...

However, he does try to avoid MK, not wanting to accept it, feeling guilty, and trying to keep his sanity (by unleashing his raw power in empty corners of the galaxy)... But he can still feel his anger and can't help but be bitter... he can only do so much until he loses it again.

So yeah, our boy's still pretty much running... that isn't until he meets Kirby & has Morgan offer her deal to him that he's done hiding and seeks out Meta Knight (finally...)

The confrontation with Morgan serves as Galacta Knight's realization that he's not alone and he's done feeling regret & being upset. He's ready to get & accept help... and finally ready to let himself be happy.

And Morgan unintentionally (actually) helped Galacta Knight.

Also, I'd like to reveal more of Dame Morgan's dark magic:

She can't force anyone into a deal (trick, lie, and cheat, yes)... The subject needs to genuinely want it if not, it won't work. After all, the Jamaba Heart enhances a subject's worst desire (plus all the negative effects would go to her she... can't have that!) And that's also why she needs Galacta in a sane state to accept, too.

It's the main reason why she didn't chase after Galacta Knight after he refused... And I am very pleased that Galacta Knight is the only one who refused Morgan's deal! HORAY SHE'S BEEN THWARTED-

Okay, never mind, another character's getting screwed over... and now finally introducing the mirror world into the story KBASW au... Morgan is the reason why he has more of his vortex design... it's a result of the Morgan deal~

(What Morgan did to him... she pretty much used him as a guinea pig for what she was planning to do with Kirby In Last Midnight. Yeah, his story's pretty tragic...)

I also wanted to give DMK's reason for joining Star Allies to make sense and to be a lot stronger. But I also need a reason why Shadow wasn't participating in it (aline to the story canon). So this is why~

Once again, I know I revealed a lot, so... I threw in several more questions: (What's gonna happen to Shadow Kirby? Why does Gala have a hole in his warp star? How is Gala gonna break his curse!?" )

Questions I dare not answer yet! (PS Metagala shipper, feel free to use as shipping fodder) Love guys! ~ <3 I hope you enjoyed it.

#kbasw #galacta knight #meta knight #kirby #metagala #dame morgan #shadow kirby #kirby oc #kirby super star ultra #happy birthday galacta #happy belated birthday

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dorylinae-supremacy · 9 months ago

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🪄 The Green Striped Hat 🪄

AU where magic historian Techno gets granted special permission to read a cursed book - The Green Striped Hat - written by a wizard known only as 'Philza', someone strongly believed to be the strongest magic wielder to ever exist.

Tags: Alternate universe - Magic, Technoblade centric, Dark Sleepy Boys Inc, Dark Phil, horror, kinda, mentioned death, insane Technoblade, bro is not stable, parasocial relationships, kinda, can you get parasocial with a dead ancient wizard?, Dark Technoblade too I guess, ~470 words, you get the vibes as you read

He is the first person to read it after its initial discovery. While how it landed in the magistrated library is shrouded in mystery, they do know a few key things.

One was that the first person to ever read it was rendered completely unable to transcribe it, having gone completely unresponsive after the first page. They remained that way until finally expiring 4 days later.

Another was that it was locked away for a reason that none knew. It had been hidden away, locked behind ancient runes and locks that required lifetimes to get through. Techno's reading of this book was quite literally centuries in the making.

The final thing they knew was that the only way to survive reading to the end was through a massive well of magic. Any and all attempts to read had a 100% mortality rate, the longest lasting survivor having made it just 10 pages inside.

Through careful research, they worked out that it ate away at mana, taking the reader as a host and consuming them as they continued to read deeper and deeper. A few even reported hallucinations to pair with this, visions varying wildly from person to person.

It had fascinated him all his life. From the day he heard about the book on the playground, he knew he had to read it. He needed to know what was inside.

Over the years, his obssession with the thing only grew. He dived into what little research there was available about 'Philza', learning ancient and long dead languages just so he could read straight from the sources.

His family became concerned, of course, pleading with him to stop and use his magical talents for something far less self destructive but they didn't understand how important this was.

They didn't know Philza like he did. No one knew the ancient wizard better than him. That was why he had to do this. He had to know what the mans last creation was before he disappeared.

His family were the first obstacle he had to face, that was all. It was a trial sent by him to test just how diligent he was willing to be. He passed that trial when he was accepted to the most elite magical school anyone could access - Crow's Perch Academy.

It was there that he spent diligently studying and remaining at the top of his class for this opportunity. In total it took until he was 24 for him to be offered the chance to read The Green Striped Hat.

They called it a suicide mission, he called it his destiny.

#The Green Striped Hat #2 snippets today #lucky lucky #dark sleepy bois inc #dark sbi #dory writes #dorys snippets #dory brainrots

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alexanderwesker · 4 months ago

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it has been 639 days near exactly since I first read A Twin of Light, and it's permanently shifted the way I interpret characters, relationships, and fic (as well as normal writing) as a whole. I re-read it every four months or so and it's never any less incredible.

ATOL jump-started my own fic-writing experiences, and haunts my brain; it's the quality baseline for anything I read, the source of my standards for things I write. I've drafted fic-of-fic for it more times than I can count, I've scribbled General and Soot designs on the walls of my room; when I'm bored driving or much anything really, I tend to invent new stories for them, new scenarios taking place in that wonderful world you've made.

ATOL is my favorite fanfiction. Full stop. I can count on one hand the number of fanfics that have changed my life, and make no mistake ATOL is on that list. (The House Always Wins is similarly incredible; your dedication to what you do, what you write, keeping it up no matter how long it takes to complete, is insane.)

In about three months will be the two-year anniversary of my reading ATOL, and if I had even a fraction of the wherewithal I wish I did, I'd be making some huge animation or art piece in celebration, but I don't know how I'd ever manage to capture all that ATOL means to me in something like that, let alone how I'd ever manage the motivation- but if I could, I would in a heartbeat.

The relationship between General and Soot-- I've only read a relationship in fic even somewhat like it *twice* in the near two years since first discovering ATOL, and still nothing comes close to the way their bond was woven into every fucking aspect of that book in a way I've never seen since.

Your meticulous world-building, too; the way you craft gods and goddesses and magic and turn Minecraft into something *real*, the unique systems and ideas and consequences and costs of everything the characters do- it's so fucking good. It's so so well thought out , I can't imagine how long it must have taken to flesh out.

ATOL has gotten me through some really hard times in my life; knowing I had a fantastically made escape, knowing I could slip into the universe you've so carefully wrought, has let me get up and keep going on days I felt I'd never get back up. And it's all because of you and your passion!

You do this for fun, and because you want to, and I think that's the most stunning thing of it all! Human passion, human joy, used to make something like ATOL, something that impacts perhaps thousands of others, imprints on them for the rest of their lives-- I can't imagine anything more beautiful.

Thank you.

Thank you so, so, so fucking much.

Whatever you do, whatever you write, you will always have my Internet - stranger self's undying support.

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I've also got some questions pertaining to your realistic!verse & the ATOL characters, if you don't mind! :)

1. What exactly happened with Quackity and the Sky Gods? What game, what demands, etc?

2. How do others perceive Jack with his Nether-type power; did Wil ever treat him differently for it (while he was, y'know, without his General, before everything went down?)

3. Are the Sky Gods two entities, one, or more?

4. Are there stories told about Soot and General post-ATOL? How is their relationship seen in those tales?

5. What does Phil do about Wil's disappearance once in the real world once , more? (You do not need to answer this if it makes you uncomfy, as always :)

6. How did Soot and General feel during the Tommy -blessing misunderstanding discovery? How would the story have changed if their relationship had been more romantic?

7. Is fic-of-fic accepted for your universe? Any ground rules, yes/no's of what one could write?

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Thanks for your time in answering, and thanks for everything you've written & given us all. ♥️

I don't know what to say, Anon. It really means a lot to me to hear that my story means so much to someone else other than me. And know that your words made me really happy to read, I've been going through a rough patch recently and your message means the world to me. To know that Soot and the General and their relationship helped you, that the world I made could be of help. Really from the bottom of my heart, Thank you for your words and I hope you have a wonderful day ^-^ --- To answer your questions(and don't worry I'm always up to answer questions ^D^) 1. Quackity challenged the Sky Gods, specifically Scott, though he is called Dawn in the Realistic!Verse, at a game of Poker. The game was played with as prize, if Quackity won to get the power to reach his goals(the Gods gave him his magic seeing eye because of that), and if the Sky Gods won for Quackity to be their plaything forever. There is to say though that even if Quackity won the Sky Gods did not fully keep to their promise. 2. The people in L'Manberg are the most normal about Jack's Situation, and those that don't know the whole story think that he is just some kind of Nether Hybrid) about Soot he didn't treat him that much different from how he did before, but he did keep him arms distance away because he wasn't sure if he could really trust him(like all others) 4. The Sky Gods are multiple, their names are based on the phases of the Sun in the Sky and the oldest of them is the Sun itself. And of course, the youngest of them, being Night. 5. That is a good question, I think Phil would try to help people come to terms with the fact that their streamer would not be appearing anymore, but if he can he would still try to reassure them that he is okay, but other than that sadly there wouldn't be much he can do. Since he would be hiding, as best as he can, the particular traits that that world left onto him. 6. They were kind of embarrassed about the whole situation once they discovered what Tommy had been thinking was going on between them but I can't see that changing anything on how they act towards one another. As for the second question, I don't believe the story, or the way it was told, would have changed that much had the Burs had something romantic going on, if only because their relationship is already so profound and close (even being platonic) that I cannot see it change in any particular way had their love been romantic, though they would have probably had even more gestures(not to say that they don't have many already in my canon) to show each other their love and care. 7. I am completely fine with people writing fanfics of my stories, and I'm always happy to see what you guys come up with and what ideas to explore. I just ask to have the original story linked(even better to get a related story link so I can directly connect them to my work :D) I don't have any hard 'No's when it comes to fics of my fics ^^ As for ground rules the only one I have is for the characterization of the characters to be based on my own than the DSMP one because then it wouldn't really be a fic about my stories :P Other than that feel free to write whatever scenario you imagine be it following my canon or being an AU, a "missing scene" kind of thing or a slice of life. I welcome all fanworks ^D^

Thank you again for your ask ^D^feel free to ask more questions if you have any more.

#anon ask #a twin of light #AToL #AToL Wilbur #AToL Soot #this was such a sweet ask anon #thank you so much #[Alexis Answers]

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veliseraptor · 2 years ago

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top 5 favorite fucked up but somehow still soft character dynamics!!

ooooh this is a good one...let's see let's see

1. Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen is definitely the first that comes to mind because it's part of what drives me insane about them! it's the fact that the violence is real, that everything Xue Yang feels about resenting Xiao Xingchen and wanting to bring him down to earth is real, and also the incredibly deep love is also real, an ugly thing that's the best version of it Xue Yang can manage. Xiao Xingchen is his victim. Xiao Xingchen is his lover. Both those things are true, simultaneously.

And not just for Xue Yang, either! For Xiao Xingchen, tormented by the break between a man who ruined his life (and, more importantly, Song Lan's) and the man who's been sharing his life and making it better when he thought he'd never find happiness again. He doesn't have time to really reckon with that - or, well, I think part of why he kills himself is because he can't - but in AUs where Xiao Xingchen survives but Xue Yang doesn't...I don't think Xiao Xingchen comes out of it in one piece. Particularly because if Xue Yang just accepts the two things living side-by-side, Xiao Xingchen wants to reconcile them, or figure out which one was the real thing, and can't figure out how.

2. Vegas/Pete. Once again! Relationships born in ugly violence and destruction that develop into something beautiful somehow anyways. Other people have written more cogently than me about themes of dehumanization/weaponization between these two, and the way they both take turns putting the other person in the position to be a weapon that they're made to be, and then breaking that down, breaking each other down. Pete goes on a very weird voyage of self-discovery over the safehouse arc and comes back irrevocably changed and awfully traumatized (:D), but Vegas also goes on a very weird and unexpected voyage of self-discovery of his own, and comes out of it with a crisis of identity that I think is part of what has him repeatedly making dangerous and potentially self-destructive or even suicidal choices. They both broke something open that revealed something neither of them really wanted to deal with, ever, but there they are and the issue's been forced.

and out of the wreckage of self-image and expectation, they're making something new. but the sweetness of that absolutely does not overwrite the origin and foundation of their relationship and also I don't think either of them is capable of a "normal" relationship with the other person, they're deeply obsessed and codependent and it's great.

3. Felix & Mildmay. They are a mess. Felix hurts Mildmay over and over and hates himself for it but can't figure out how to stop. Mildmay keeps coming back because he has no sense of his own worth as a human being and loves Felix too much to walk away, even if he could, which he couldn't, because he asked for a binding that would require obedience. And sure, he needed it for actual reasons, but I don't think we should underestimate the Thematic Relevance of that as a narrative decision. And yet! And yet!!! They love each other so much, so stupidly much, and over the course of the series stumble into figuring out a way to do it a little better. Them, man. Now I kind of want to go reread bits of the series but I know myself and that will just end up with me reading the back half of The Mirador, again, and crying.

4. Mo Ran/Chu Wanning. I feel like this one is a little bit of a cheat because the "fucked up" and the "soft" are sort of split across two timelines, but I think it counts. Certainly they've got both at varying points over the course of the book! And that's (part of) what makes it so tasty.

5. Trying to think of a fifth and weirdly coming up empty. I feel like there should be an obvious one here. Maybe Beefleaf, though it doesn't feel like exactly the right flavor, probably because even as Ming Yi I would not describe He Xuan as "soft." He's just not. I feel like I must be forgetting something and as soon as I hit post on this I will think of it.

OH actually thought of it as I was writing this post and it's funny because it's one that I feel like was severely underutilized to its fucked up potential in canon, which is Daemon & Lucivar from the Black Jewels Trilogy by Anne Bishop. Formative, unfortunately. There are like. Two scenes where the dynamic between them gets weirdly charged, and Anne Bishop gives you just a taste of the way that they simultaneously love and hate each other, are both each others' only comfort and also the people who can hurt each other the most. It's not quite the same as the other ones on this list but I'm going to say that's partly Anne Bishop's fault for passing up the latent potential in this dynamic and turning the fucked up dial at least a liiiiittle more.

#conversating #anonymous #suicide mention cw #last one for tonight #top five meme #i'll do some more tomorrow

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vaguelyregrettable · 2 years ago

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Feel (Like I want you to)

Did you ever think you'd end up here

Sitting in a dark room waiting for someone else's inspiration to lift you into action

Sipping at the creative empathy that fills the room

Hoping to learn something new about yourself through someone else's words

What an insane contemplation to wonder about the difference between forced awareness and voluntary self discovery

What an absolute waste of vocabulary with every single line

Listening to some holier than thou "poet" talk about knowledge like he knows better

Art is meant to do whatever we intend it to

It is merely a tool for the creative class to sway opinions

Or at least that's what the uncreative would have you believe

What are we fighting for, is it not just our ego at play

This long drawn out argument to prove to you I'm right

Couldn't I just break this down into a tweet instead of extrapolating every single thought into another stupid fucking line

But would you believe me if I made this shorter, more concise

Do I not sound like any other idiot with an opinion

Stay angry like me

When I wake up I hope I can hold onto the dream

This whole world of hatred and distrust cannot be changed by pretty words

The hurt has to stop and for it to stop we must get rid of them

They hurt us and so we have to hurt them

A cycle of violence, never-ending, as long as someone finds justification

Oh the great divider that is morality

But what would you have me do

Ignore the writings on the wall because I can't read it the same way you can

There's no room for another opinion someone has to be correct

And I'll be hurt if I'm wrong so I can't be wrong

I refuse to be hurt again

I'd rather hurt you instead

When everyone accepts that I'm right no one will have to hurt anymore

A dream come true

We can all get along once and for all

If only you'd just agree with me

#writing #poetry #first one to get me booed off stage

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carolinemillerbooks · 6 months ago

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Harry Potter v. Doctrine of Discovery

I threw a DVD of “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets” into my player last night. I needed a touch of innocence to block out the television news. Hard to accept but the real world had grown more fantastical, dark, and insane, than makebelieve. In the episode I selected, Neville Longbottom proves to be a hero. Knowing his friends Harry, Hermione, and Ron intend to break curfew and dishonor Gryffindor, he blocks their escape. “I’ll fight you,” he says shakily, his small fists rolled into balls to prove he means what he says. In the real world, Nikki Halley could have used Longbottom’s courage. She accused Donald Trump of being unhinged, but like the rest of her peers in the Republican Party, she endorsed him. Fear rather than admiration was the reason. Each of them preferred to suffer the reign of an avowed tyrant and his band of Christian Nationalists rather than risk their careers. To take a stand against allies and friends is difficult as studies show. In turbulent times, only the brave are willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. Of the 7 Republicans who voted to impeach Donald Trump, for example, only 2 survived the next election. The rest faded away though the nation owes them a debt. Though they may not know it, Trump and his band of White Christian Nationalists can trace their sense of a right to govern to the Doctrine of Discovery. Written in 1493, this Papal Bull was an answer to a question that troubled Christopher Columbus. After returning from the New World with a plan to set out again, he wondered how he should treat the inhabitants of these faraway lands. The Holy See’s answer was unequivocal. Columbus owed heathens nothing except to convert them to the faith. Chief Justice John Marshall answered the same question concerning American Indian rights in Johnson v. McIntosh (1823) When white Christian farmers settled on lands belonging to the Oneida Nation, the Indians sued. Marshall relied on the Doctrine of Discover in his response. He defined the Indians as “occupiers” of the land, but assigned ownership to the white Christians. It may surprise some to learn this prejudice persisted in American law as late as 2005. That was the year Ruth Bader Ginsberg decided a case on the same Papal grounds even though Pope Francis had rescinded the Bull in 2003. PPRI, a nonprofit research group that focuses on the intersection of religion, culture, and politics, published a poll regarding the Doctrine of Discovery in 2022. The question they asked was, “Do you agree or disagree that America was designed by God to be a promised land for European Christians?” Thirty percent of those who answered agreed with the statement. Republicans form the nucleus of Christianity in this country so a number of those who replied were probably Christian conservatives. In any case, this nostalgia for injustices of the past comes at a time of demographic change in the United States. “Self-identified Republicans today are 70 percent white and Christian in a country that is only 42% white and Christian.” (“Finding the Hidden Roots of White Supremacy,” by Robert P. Jones, FFRF, May 2024, pg. 13.) Understandably, in 2020, when a defeated Trump claimed the election was rigged, the Christian right believed him and their response grew to a full-throated rage that culminated in an assault upon our nation’s Capitol. The rebellion was quelled but the fury remained, erupting sporadically in violence or threats of violence. During this period of turbulence, the Supreme Court seems to be administering law and order with an uneven hand. Many who participated in the Capito riot have gone to jail. On the other hand, the High Court has made it increasingly difficult to prosecute verbal assault. In Counterman v. Colorado, for example, the Supreme Court ruled that violent speech has First Amendment protection and is prosecutable only if the perpetrator has “some subjective understanding of the threatening nature of his statements.” Political threats come from all sides of the philosophical spectrum, of course, but they are increasing in number and the range of those targeted is widening. In 2021, the National League of Cities published a poll that shows public servants have come under heavy assault. The political climate has become so toxic that a former head of the Republican Party told 60 Minutes he went along with a scheme to overturn the 2020 election because he was “scared to death.” Likewise, former Georgia Governor, Roy Barnes admitted he refused to assist district attorney Farni Willis in her prosecution of Donald Trump because “I wasn’t going to live with bodyguards for the rest of my life.” History informs us that defending our democracy takes courage. In a speech given at Harvard University, Supreme Court Justice Sotomayor reminded us of this fact when she praised the jurists who ended segregation in our public schools. (Brown v. Board of Education) “They were brave men who believed in the power of law to form that more perfect union, and I believe it,” she said. We all need to believe it for we have stumbled upon a time when the assault upon our democracy is coming not only from external enemies but from our fellow citizens. I refer to those who defend the idea that some of us are occupiers and others are owners. In an earlier blog, I predicted a blue wave was coming. The prediction wasn’t magical thinking. That wave will arrive come November. In a free land, ordinary people like Neville Longbottom will always rise to defend their country in a time of crisis.

#2021 Naational League of Cities poll #Brown v. Board of Ediucation #changing US demographics #Christian nationalism #Christopher Columbus #Counterman v. Colorado #Doctrine of Discovery #Donald Trump #Govenor Roy Barnes #Jan. 6 Capitol assault #Justice Sotomayor #Neville Longbottom #Nikki Haley #Papal Bull of 1493 #Pope Francis #PPRI 2022 survey #Robert P. Jones

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div1nity · 10 months ago

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𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 - 「 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚂 . 」 ── my headcanons involving purgatory are inspired on several texts across all cultures , the most prominent influences come from the ancient egyptians , angelicans , wiccans , tibetan buddhism and voodoo . i am looking to do an essay on purgatory that threatens to be 60 google docs long , but right now , these are bullet points so people are aware what i'm talking about until i actually get around to such an intense sit down .

the common relation that the above concepts have in common is personal journey ; it's about self discovery and purification of the soul . from there , i take my own route and go ham -

purgatory is a place to sit down and think about the life you lived before hand , EVERYONE goes there - no one misses out , to the devout nuns to the murderers that never got caught . it's a necesity for the soul and spirit to partake in the system in place ; it isn't a place to be feared , not at all ! it's simply what must be . it's a place to deal with the baggage that we carried in life - it's a place where we deal with the traumas that we never confronted when living , the things we repress deep down and ignore and go about life . it's about forcing the soul to look at that and deal with it , to make us lighter . purgatory is about healing , growing and becoming better - to acknowedge pieces of ourselves that we usually wouldn't .

when a soul is sent to purgatory ; their first experience of it is where THEY feel comfortable . for example , a person's faviroute hang out when living might be an open field where they used to hang out with their friends , another their childhood home , perhaps a city for those who felt connected to night life . it's a place for them , to have peace and to be comfortable and a place to go where it all feels too much . the goal is to get the spirit to heal , purgatory is not a walk in the park and it will bring out the worst in people ; just like therapy in the living realm , to have a place to settle when it gets too much is a must for progress to happen , after all healing is the most exhausting journey someone can do .

everyone has demons , this is where you face them - there is no god demanding you to do something , to prove your worth so you can enter enternal bliss . each path is a projected image of the subconscious ; faced with personfications of your deepest desires , ugly secrets , darkest traumas and it's about accepting , hugging and letting go of those parts of you . it's about looking these things in the eye and deciding the person YOU are , if you ran from these things in life , you have to look them in the eye - it's a must . the soul going through a deep cleansing is a ritual of its own , the journey is decided by the individual , not some floating god in the sky.

if you were in therapy BEFORE dying and began working on yourself , it actually makes the journeys a little easier because you've mentally prepared yourself to disect yourself . people alive don't give themselves credit over how much control they actually have in the after life , the more you sort out alive , the less you have to deal with when you move on . you're soul , right there , has already began the healing process ; what's left is closing the door and stepping away .

you can meet other souls there , too ! those on a similar path , at least . you can also meet other spirits that act as guides that have been in purgatory since the beginning , workers that help keep things in order , nobody is alone and there are things to keep you from going insane . they will not hold your hand , but they will push you gently on your lower back and guide you in the right direction so you can figure it out yourself . you can also meet ansestors that have already moved on , have help from your bloodline so you can take advice and comfort from familiar faces / familar energies .

also this is random but a fun hc to all this is that you can see planets pass by in certain areas of purgatory ; up close and personal , no problem . jupiter , mars , those undiscovered by humans and have no name . coraline probably has a little slideshow in order each day of which will appear where because its cool ok .

#not my best writing but that's why we call it a starter of points to build off of OIHSDFOIHSDF #headcanon.

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jjraderftw · 2 years ago

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Assasination classroom

Gotta say, this was such a fun watch. I dove head first into this and just straight up watched all episodes in order up to season 2 episode 11 in the span of like 2 school days, and I plan on finishing this right after. The show was really quite enjoyable and brought a lot of interesting topics to the viewer’s mind in a fun way. The idea of trying to kill an alien that is going to destroy the planet is already a fun shonen plot but then you have the added mix of comedy brought from the alien being a hilarious teacher that genuinely cares for students. The topics talked about in the assassin/school setting follow the idea of self worth/work ethic, discrimination, and class division.

The idea of self worth is prevalent throughout all the episodes of the show. The students of class E are constantly in a war with the rest of the school for academic prowess. In order to prove their self worth and earn respect, they must play the system and climb the ladder to become the best students at the school academically. However, on this journey, though the students learn academically they also grow as people. They slowly find themselves, their passions, interests, and other facets through school. Though I’m not trying to act as a PSA person for school, it’s a signal that school is a way for you to not just academically learn, but personally grow, especially outside the classroom. The people you meet, the clubs you join, and the activities you do while in school shape your person and through self discovery won’t come overnight, it’s something that you will find if you make the most of the time you are given.

The classroom completions also highlight the idea of discrimination. The students of class E are all outcasts. The rest of society sees them as less than human and they are laughing stocks for the rest of their schools. Their differences make them unique yet society sees anything that doesn’t fit the status quo as dangerous and hazardous. You can see the principle as the embodiment of this train of thinking and the room of class E as a containment zone where he plans to separate and make an example of people who are different. The foil to the principle is Koro sensei. His literal alien appearance makes him different yet accepting of everyone’s differences as he embraces them, believing individuality is what is needed in this world. The show comments on the idea that we cannot live in a monotone world littered with repetitive and mindless thinking. Instead, we should not discriminate against those who are different and instead embrace new and innovative ways of being to learn more from each other. In addition, the focus on getting insane grades on exams and wanting to outdo each other in everything highlights the rigorous work ethic and fierce competition seen in Japan and highlighted by many works of manga and anime.

Furthemore, the class division highlights the literal gap some people see in our world. People are separated by knowledge or economic gaps that sometimes give others the upper hand. Class E can be seen as coming from a lower class and being dealt a worse hand than those in class A. Like in our world, those in class E want to break out of their tough scenarios but those in the upper levels, classes A-D, wish to keep them on the floor. Though the idea of class levels and their significance is something outside of my field of expertise to properly comment on, I wanted to point out the relation it has with our world.

There is a lot more this show covers but these are a few things I wanted to talk about. Overall, it has been a splendid viewing experience and I highly recommend this show to everyone. This may or may not be my last post, we’ll see how things go. In the case that it is, it’s been a fun ride. Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read my stuff, you have all put a smile on my face. I mean it, it means a lot to me. Even though this was made for a class, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed talking about each and every single one of the things covered in my stream of posts. Love you all and here’s to a good summer. And to anyone who stumbles upon these posts down the line, I hope I gave you some new perspectives or made your day a little brighter. Take it easy!

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trlblzd · 5 months ago

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TO COVET AND TO BE COVETED hardly sounds like a selfless treat. it is filled with hunger & voracity. the kind that clings on to self-centered desires which makes them long to suck in even the very air that she BREATHES. the sound of the heave and fall of her chest drives them insane. never in their wildest dreams did the trailblazer ever imagine themselves to be so ( ... ) insatiable. this craving that gnaws from deep within their BELLY how will they ever calm it when they immerse themselves in her lips ? when she spoils them like this, just how in all of the galaxies does she expect to keep themselves STILL ? the wandering of her lips are ticklish in nature. it makes them greedy. it has them ACHING.

gloved hands feel along the expanse of her skin, running up a leg and allowing their own WANTS take the reigns of their own craving. to study what makes her tick --- to figure out what exactly makes her respond. they want to feel it all. spanning along her thigh, they draw her forward. parted lips ACCEPTING the very notion of a kiss whilst swimming in the vast pools of their carnal eagerness. to draw out more of her ( ... ) to figure out more of ruan mei. she is all that runs through her mind as greedy palms cling all over, eventually wrapping around her leg to force her into their lap.

the true definition of what it means to LOVE in between them has always been cloudy. warped. it is a fogged up mess that neither of them can place a finger on but they just keep RETURNING to each other for more. they just keep pining for each other in pursuit of discovery to figure out this saccharine taste that lingers on her tongue as they part for a short moment to pant. ruan mei, member eighty-one of the genius society is in their very grasp. PERMISSIVE. raw. this sort of sight is something that they want all for themselves. this kind of view is only for them, they know.

tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, they allow it to travel all over again. examining much like their first meeting. to feel her pulse --- to feel her warmth. will this tender skin of hers BRUISE easily ? will she be virtuous & allow them of this action ? clutching into numerous features of depravity, they can only move forward to press heated lips all over her throat all over again ( ... ) will this even be enough ? will this ever be ENOUGH ? suckling on skin. it's firm enough to cause a reaction. hard enough to bruise. not enough to be too obvious. the splotch could get them in TROUBLE but for some reason they feel as though it is in their right to do so. a treat.

like a panting, depraved dog --- they gaze upon her.

Perhaps it is a morbid curiosity that drives them both . Ruan Mei had oft viewed intimate relations as a weakness , a mortal distraction that did not have a place in the life she had cultivated for herself . To ascend amongst the Aeons may mean leaving everything behind .

... It is selfish of her to still desire it . Their fate with Stellaron may be uncertain , but they've a future ahead she likely has little place in . They were meant to be no more than passing acquaintances , a temporary arrangement to solve that horrid headache . It should have ended there , but Stelle was the perfect candidate to tend to her little creations .

The perfect candidate for something more .

She had never understood love . It seemed nothing more than a word , a fairytale that her logical mind failed to grasp . This stirred a guilt deep within her : despite the love she regarded her family with , she oft found herself wondering if she did not feel it enough , did not do enough to show how she cared for them .

Romantic love is all the more overwhelming . She does not yet know if this clawing at her chest , the hunger that stirs within her belly is due to love . Mei wonders if that is what they hope from her .

It is easy to forget such worries when their scent washes over her again . Allowing them to grow comfortable against her , Ruan Mei brings arms to wrap 'round Stelle's waist — she rolls her neck to allow Stelle's lips to fall upon skin , the contact enough to send a chill throughout length of spine . With every breath she feels from Stelle , her heart flutters more , jolting as if to meet with the air they breathe .

It is easy , losing herself within their affections . Lashes flutter 'fore eyelids close a moment , a shaky breath as Mei attempts to center herself once more . Focusing on the question they pose , Ruan Mei does not nod , nor does she give any verbal confirmation . Instead , she takes their face in her hands : quietly observing their features once more before her lips fall to their cheek . Their jawline . Their neck , only to rise back up & press a kiss to Stelle's parted lips .

This is supposed to be their treat , after all .

#ruaimei #OOGABOOGA YURI #TOSSES THEM AT YOU IN FULL SPEED #in. / blaze a new trail.

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spirit-pyrite · 3 years ago

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A littol bit of creative writing. I’m very fond of the ‘Humans are Space Orcs’ trope. Wanted to do share some ideas! I’m not a writer, so apologies if this is not great.

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TRANSCRIPT- PROJECT LOG 0068109, AUDIO LOG OF INTERVIEW 0017, D12-M08-Y2104.

PRESENT-

TERRAN DIPLOMAT, LARK WAYNE

OLJÙŒ ANTHROPOLOGIST, TEÎACC- OL

AUTOMATIC TRANSLATOR VER. 1077 USED

TIMESTAMP- 40 min 56 sec

>START<

[TEÎACC] What’s next to talk about?

[LARK] You tell me! It seems like you’re guiding the conversation here. Besides, you’re the anthropologist, I’m sure that our guys will have plenty of questions for your diplomats.

[TEÎACC] (tail curls slightly-indicates good mood/nature) Yes, yes… Oh! Well this is an exciting question.

[LARK] (tilts head- indicates curiosity)

[TEÎACC] (tail curl drops- indicates loss of good mood/nature) Well, rather grim I suppose. We- anthropologists I mean- have been theorizing. You lot are an exciting discovery for us, we’ve been debating what a sentient Predator would look like for a long time.

[LARK] (Head straightens- indicates a return to serious approach/ focusing of attention) Ah, what’s your theory say about us then?

[TEÎACC] A lot of things. But I’d like to talk to you about In-species homicide. We’ll leave out of species homicide for another day.

[LARK] Ah, murder.

[TEÎACC] The colloquial term?

[LARK] Yes. When you kill another person it is called murder.

[TEÎACC] I’d like to talk to you about murder then.

[LARK] That’s a broad subject, and with a lot of implications, Anthropologist. Could we start with your theories?

[TEÎACC] Certainly. Seeing as Humans are a Predator species, the general agreed upon theory is that murder is part of the social dynamic- has become standardized so to speak.

[LARK] I’m still not quiet clear. Could you explain how your species, or Prey species in general I suppose, view murder?

[TEÎACC] In nearly every previously known sentient species murder is regarded as the mark of the truly perverse and insane. In some cultures it is seen as a supernatural event. It is universally not tolerated, with the exception of one or two species that practice the ritual death of dying loved ones.

[LARK] Well, it’s certainly frowned upon within Human society as well. It’s considered an immoral act.

[TEÎACC] (Arms fold- indicates comfort) That is promising. Are there cultural exceptions?

[LARK] (Hunches and turns faces slightly away from addressed- indicates resignation/ embarrassment/ reluctance/ exhaustion) Well, yes now that I think about it. Quite a few.

[TEÎACC] (Arms drop and Legs pull in slightly- indicates discomfort/ fear) Continue.

[LARK] There are differences between cultures of course-

[TEÎACC] (Tail curls- indicates good nature/ excitement) Yes, that is the purpose of having so many interviews.

[LARK] ( Complex facial expression including lowered brow and thinned lips- indicates disapproval/ irritation) {Kinesthetic Translator’s note, this is likely a show of disapproval because Anthropologist Teîacc ‘interrupted’ Diplomat Lark} Yes, I suppose. But to continue, it is considered morally acceptable to kill someone in self defense in most places.

[TEÎACC] (Tail lashes laterally- indicates curiosity) What are you referring to when you say ‘self defense’?

[LARK] Well, if some one else were trying to kill you.

[TEÎACC] (Legs pull in- indicates fear) Does this happen frequently?

[LARK] Not typically, no. But enough that it is frequently depicted in media and is part of an individual’s conscious thought on occasion. The being attacked part, not the attacking.

[TEÎACC] Ah, I forget that Terra is a Death world.

[LARK] Yes. The other type of moral murder I can think of is the ‘death penalty’. Though many would argue on the morality of that.

[TEÎACC] Elaborate?

[LARK] For some crimes, in a few places, one of the legal punishments is to be put to death- executed.

[TEÎACC] (Legs pull in and arms spread outwards slightly- indicates extreme discomfort/ fear) Ah, yes. Well I suppose that does fall within our theories.

[LARK] That and war.

[TEÎACC] We do not need to discuss war. That is a much deeper discussion, and one that I am not prepared for.

[LARK] (Exhalation of air and slight drop of shoulders- indicates relief)Good, I don’t particularly want to talk about war either.

[TEÎACC] (Legs fall slightly and arms return to resting position- indicates slight relief and loss of extreme discomfort/ fear) Well, this is a surprisingly frightening subject to talk about. Not surprising really, or shouldn’t be. I keep forgetting how brutal- never mind that.

[LARK] Should we take a recess? We’ve been at this for a while anyways.

[TEÎACC] (Legs lower- indicates relaxation/ loss of discomfort) Yes, that is a good idea. Thank you for your consideration Diplomat.

[LARK] (Laughter, considered a non-linguistic communication- indicates amusement/ good nature) I could use a break too, you know!

[TEÎACC] (Tail curls- indicates good nature/mood) {Kinesthetic Translator’s note, this is likely a conscious choice to mirror Diplomat Lark’s show of good nature, as humans communication has a high amount of reciprocal mimicry} Yes of course, apologies for keeping you. Oh! One more note before we pause. What is the cultural view of murder in general? Aside from the moral perspective. As a Prey species it is utterly unnatural, but that does not necessarily apply for a Predator species.

[LARK] Ah, that I think has more variety in perspective. But in my personal experience, murder is seen as a return to our ‘dark side’. It’s an act that reflects the worst parts of our humanity - our nature- but is nonetheless a part of all of us. All of us have the potential to do greatly immoral acts. Murder is a fall to those unsavory parts of our nature.

[TEÎACC] (Tail sways laterally- indicates curiosity/ contemplation) Aptly put I would think. Certainly something to think about.

>STOP<

GESTURAL TRANSLATIONS NARROWED TO POSSIBLE CONTEXTUAL MEANINGS BY OLJÙŒ APPRENTICE KINESTHETIC LINGUIST, FFÂ-YUL

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#humans are space orcs #world building #TW Murder #just the discussion of it #but still #also:#TW Death penalty #if there is something I’ve misssed tell me!#on mobile #so sorry for the weird spacing #Space Anthropology

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