#it was with minimum yelling and screaming today

[superbattrash]

I DID IT. I spent time with my dad alone! And it was nice! So nice, in fact, that I did not object to sitting down for a soda when we were done, even with my mom and the dog being there lol

[viviansturns]

just for the summer ☾. - part 1

cw: this series will contain kissing, p in v sex, a shit ton of fluff and angst.

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Prologue

The boardwalk is quiet this early.

You slip your shoes off at the edge, toes pressing into the cool wood, breath fogging just slightly in the morning chill. Beyond the rail, the ocean is glassy and pale—grey-blue, flat and waiting.

You lean forward on your elbows. Listen.

Nothing but the hush of slow waves. The world is holding its breath.

Somewhere down the beach, someone’s left behind a pair of sneakers and a single, half-crushed soda can. Evidence of last night, maybe. Or something messier.

You pick at a splinter in the railing. The sun hasn’t burned off the mist yet, but you can already feel the promise of heat behind it. The way the air clings to your skin.

You already want to leave. It’s so bland, so slow. But there's a fleeting sensation in the air.

Like something’s about to swoop in and then just leave you 

_________

You’re not supposed to be here.

The plan was to stay in Toronto, a research internship, something with sterile hallways and serious people. It was supposed to be for your resume— but plans had fallen through, and you were left going on vacation.

You're a half hours south in some sleepy beach town with a single stoplight and a dying boardwalk, flipping smoothies for minimum wage while your aunt “renovates her spirit” with tarot and sunbathing.

The place smells like sea salt and old sunscreen. Your room has peeling wallpaper and a fan that ticks like a bomb. The heat is unbearably humid, clinging to every surface, counter, and you. You’re counting down the days until September.

Until he shows up. The first time, he cuts the line.

You’re elbow-deep in a peanut butter banana blend, blender screaming, and he leans across the counter like he knows you.

“Hey. Do you happen to serve things without almond milk? I’m allergic.”

You don’t look up, pointing to the sign taped above your head: ALLERGY WARNING: MAY BE CROSS CONTAMINATION, WE ARE NOT LIABLE FOR ANY DAMAGES

“Nope. And back of the line.”

He doesn’t move. Just stares like he’s trying to figure you out. Hair messy, sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt. He’s too tanned to be a tourist, but too confident to be local.

“I’m Chris.”

“Ok.”

“Wow. You’re fun.”

“Mm. Only when I’m not working.”

He grins, steps back, and walks away without ordering. But still leaves a tip on the counter.

_________

He comes back the next day. And the day after.

Sometimes he buys something. Sometimes he just stands around talking shit about the music playing. He’s always got a drink in hand—coffee, Gatorade, sometimes nothing—and he always leaves with that same smug little wave.

You pretend it doesn’t bother you.

_________

You’d been spending nearly every night in your aunt's strange house, drawing or working in her pottery studio—practically the only good thing about her. But today, the night just seemed to call to you, and you decided to finally go to the bonfire some guy was nagging you about. 

You wear a nice long skirt with a cute top, clipping your long hair half up, and adding a flower in the side. When you arrive, the bonfire is already in full swing, drunk guys yelling at each other, people making out in the sand, and the select few guys who stoked the fire.

You spot Chris before he spots you—standing near the edge of the flames, beer bottle in hand, lit up like a scene in a movie you’d pretend not to like.

He’s talking to some girl in jean cutoffs, laughing at something she says, head thrown back. You look away.

It takes him two minutes to find you. And when he does, it’s like he already knew where you’d be.

“Smoothie girl,” he says, slipping in beside you at the drink table. He’s wearing white top that looks soft, with baggy jeans and beach shoes. You somehow smell like him, and he smells faintly like saltwater.

You don’t look at him. “Stalker.”

“I’m persistent.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?”

He leans closer, voice low. “You’re not gonna ask how I found you?”

You finally glance up. His eyes crinkle when he smiles. He’s closer than you meant to let him get.

“…I figured you had a tracking device installed,” you say.

He chuckles, quiet. “Nah. You’re just kinda hard to miss.”

You look away before your face can give the blush creeping up your face away. He grins widely and cockily at your reaction, and god— he had a nice smile.

He leans his forearms on the table beside yours, matching your angle like it’s unconscious. Like you’re two halves of the same frame.

“So what’s your deal?” he asks. “You’re not from here.”

You shake your head. “Family stuff.”

“Sounds fake.”

“It is. I’m avoiding real answers.”

He hums. Doesn’t press.

“What about you?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

“At my brother’s vacation house. The bike shop guy.”

You squinted at Chris’ complexion— then realised. “Oh—Justin? Yeah, he invited me here. Thought you looked kind of familiar.”

Chris gives a nod. “Yeah that’s him.”

And then—for the first time—it’s quiet between you. Not awkward. Just... charged. The kind of silence that buzzes a little, like the air before a storm.

He taps the table with his fingers. “Wanna walk with me?”

You hesitate. Then: “No.”

He smiles like that’s exactly the answer he was hoping for. “Come on baby.” 

His voice is smooth and dark, practically sending shivers down your back.

“Just a walk. I promise not to charm you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that what you think you’ve been doing?”

He grins. “I’ve been trying. Is it working?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

You open your mouth. Then close it. Because maybe... maybe.

Because there’s something about the way he’s standing—half-casual, half-expectant. Something about how he keeps glancing at your lips when he thinks you won’t notice. Something about how you feel like the sun’s still on your skin even though it’s been dark for hours.

He leans in just slightly. Close enough that you catch it—his cologne, faint and woodsy. The smell of bonfire smoke in his hoodie. The warmth radiating off his chest like a dare.

“I’ll behave,” he says, softer now. “Mostly.”

You hate the way your pulse jumps.

You look at him.

He looks at you.

And before you can think about it too hard, you sigh, finishing your drink in one long, defiant gulp.

“…Fine. A walk.”

His smile blooms like victory—but softer than it should be.

He offers his hand.

You swat his hand away with a roll of your eyes.

Chris clutches his chest like you’ve wounded him. “Ouch.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Not if you keep looking at me like that,” he says, lips curving.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re trying really hard not to like me.”

You scoff. “I’m not trying hard. It’s actually very easy.”

He grins. “So you do think I’m likable.”

You don’t respond—just give him a look that says don’t push it and start walking toward the beach.

He follows with that stupid smug smile.

“I’m just saying,” he adds, “if I were you, I’d be flirting with me.”

“Thank god you’re not me.”

He laughs, easy and warm. The kind of laugh that makes your stomach twist just a little.

You make it to the edge of the sand, and he slows beside you, toeing off his shoes like you did earlier.

“You gonna be this mean all summer?” he asks.

You hum. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Because I can take it. Just letting you know.”

You raise a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He steps a little closer—just enough that you feel the heat off his skin. “I kind of like watching you try to get under my skin.”

You blink up at him. “Who says I’m trying?”

Chris smiles, but there’s a flicker of something hungrier in it now. “Oh, baby. If this isn’t trying—”

You cut him off with a smirk, spinning away toward the water before he can finish.

The tide’s licking at the shore, cold against your toes. You hear his footsteps behind you, slower this time. Watching.

He finally stops beside you, brushing his arm against yours just lightly enough to make you feel it.

“I like this,” he murmurs, staring out at the waves.

“What?”

“The weather, the waves. This whole town actually.”

You don’t look at him. “I don’t. It’s so slow, I can’t wait for september”

Chris hums low in his throat, like he’s weighing your words. “Yeah, but… there’s something nice about slow.”

You cross your arms, eyes still on the ocean. “Nice isn’t the same as interesting.”

He glances at you, smirking. “You’re right. You’re a lot more interesting than this town.”

You fight the tug at your lips. “Smooth.”

“Honest.” His shoulder nudges yours. “What, you think I flirt like this with everyone I meet on the beach?”

You shoot him a look. “Do you?”

He pretends to think. “Not on this beach.”

You snort, finally looking at him. The moonlight catches on the curve of his jaw, the hint of a dimple you hadn’t noticed before. He’s got that look again—the one that says he knows exactly what effect he has on people, and he’s daring you to care.

“You’re annoying,” you mutter.

Chris steps a little closer, voice low. “And you’re still here.”

The wind picks up, carrying the scent of salt and distant bonfire. You shift your weight, suddenly very aware of how close he is—how easy it would be to lean in.

Instead, you arch a brow. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

He grins. “Too late.”

You shake your head and start walking down the shore, toes sinking into the wet sand. Behind you, you hear him jog to catch up, the smile in his voice clear even when he tries to play it cool.

“So,” he says, falling into step beside you. “What do I gotta do to make you like this town a little more?”

You glance at him. “Short of lighting it on fire?”

He grins wider. “Okay. Arson’s on the table.”

You laugh, and the sound surprises even you—lighter than it should be.

Maybe summer isn’t moving that slow after all.

_________

Chris had continued to stop by your job. At first it was quick—just a soda, maybe a snack, some lazy teasing at the counter. But lately, he stayed longer. Sat around. Waited until your shift ended like it was routine.

Today, your shift was over, and he was already leaning against his car, sunglasses on, grinning like he’d been planning something.

“I’m taking you to the river,” he said, like it wasn’t up for debate.

You raised a brow. “You are?”

He nodded. “It’s hot. You need a break. Gotta show you there's more to this town than convenience stores.”

You snorted. “Really?”

“Mhm.” he said, opening the passenger door for you with a wink. “Hop in?”

You hesitated—then got in.

The drive was short, windows down, warm air rushing in and tangling your hair. He let you pick the music—didn’t even make a comment when you skipped five songs in a row like you were searching for a mood and couldn’t find it. You eventually just landed on Kesha. Couldn’t go wrong with that.

By the time you reached the river, the sun was high, the water glittering like something out of a postcard. There was a rope swing, a rocky edge, trees leaning in like they were eavesdropping on secrets. It smelled like moss and sunscreen and heat.

Chris kicked his shoes off first, socks balled and tossed into the grass. “Last one in owes the other a slushie.”

You didn’t even wait for him to finish before pulling your shirt over your head, revealing the bikini you’d started wearing under your work clothes, just in case. 

“Jesus. I thought you were stripping.” he muttered, laughing as he scrambled to catch up, pulling his shirt over his head.

You glanced over, one eyebrow raised. “It’s a swimsuit.”

You could see a blush crawling up his chest, so you just rolled your eyes and ran towards the river. You could hear his footsteps behind you as he laughed.

You hit the water first. Cold. Perfect. You came up gasping and laughing, water dripping from your lashes.

Chris surfaced beside you seconds later, shaking his hair out like a dog. “Okay, okay,” he said between breaths. “That was not fair.”

“You’re slow,” you teased.

He swam closer. “Not fair—you shocked me.”

You tilted your head. “What, you thought I was swimming with my clothes on?”

Chris just smiled and hummed, looking away.

“Didn’t think you’d actually go in,” he said. “Figured you’d dip a toe in, complain about the cold, and bail.”

You splashed water at him. “You really think I’m that soft?”

Chris flinched at the spray, then grinned. “No. I think you like to pretend you are, though.”

“Oh, and you think you’ve figured me out after—what? A walk or two?”

He swam a little closer, grin tilting into something cocky. “I didn’t say I figured you out. I said I’m working on it.”

You opened your mouth to fire back, but no words came out as the distance between you felt too small and heated. Your eyes kept unintentionally flicking to his lips.

Then—his hand darted under the water and sent a wave crashing into your face.

You shrieked, laughing as you lunged forward, sending your own splash right back at him.

“You’re the worst!”

“SUCK IT” he yelled, after swimming back to shore away from you, slicking his wet hair back, water running down his neck and shoulders in a way that felt unfairly attractive.

You didn’t reply. Mostly because you were staring.

And he definitely noticed.

_________

You fished your phone out of your bag, flipping through your playlist while Chris lounged nearby, watching you with that mischievous grin still hanging on his lips.

With a quick tap, you sent a lazy tune spilling out of the speakers — soft, a little nostalgic, perfect for the heat and the river’s gentle rush. Chris hummed approvingly, nodding his head like the soundtrack was just right.

You both sank into the grass, backs against a tree, toes still skimming the water’s edge. The sun leaned lower, painting the sky with streaks of orange and purple, time folding and stretching like it was on your side.

You talked in bits — nothing heavy, just small jokes, stories about your life—your hobbies—just everything. Once in a while silence would fall in between you, but it was comfortable.

Hours passed in this easy rhythm — the music drifting, the water sparkling, your laughter mingling with the sounds of nature and the distant town’s noise.

When the last hues of sunlight softened to dusk, Chris stood, stretching. “I’m kinda hungry. You wanna get something in town?”

You hummed pretending to consider. Then you nodded, standing beside him. “Lead the way.”

He tossed you the keys with a grin. “Hop in.”

The drive back was cool air and quiet moments, a perfect punctuation to a day neither of you wanted to end.

_________

Chris steered the car down a dusty road lined with wildflowers and fading sunlight. “I know a place,” he said, voice low. “Best tacos this side of nowhere.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious despite yourself. “I’m listening.”

He pulled up to a little food truck parked by the beach, smoke curling from a grill behind it. Strings of fairy lights hung overhead, twinkling like stars already waking up.

The smell of grilled lime and cilantro hit you the moment you stepped out of the car.

Chris snagged two tacos and a couple of cold drinks, handing one to you with a grin.

You bit into the taco, the perfect blend of spicy, tangy, and fresh hitting your taste buds. “Okay, that’s impressive.”

He chuckled. “Told you.”

You found a spot on a nearby bench, the ocean waves thumping quietly just feet away.

The sky was streaked with pink and gold, the kind of sunset that made you forget where you were for a second.

Chris turned to you, his smile softer now. “Better than smoothies, yeah?”

You nudged him lightly. “Don’t get cocky.”

He laughed, eyes sparkling with something that felt like promise. “Just saying.”

But then his gaze drifted away from your face for a moment — watching you more than looking at you. The way your eyes caught the last light of the sun, the soft curve of your smile when you chewed thoughtfully, the little crease you make when you’re focused on the flavors.

He notices, the way your hair falls over your face, and he fights the urge to reach out and brush it back.

You catch him staring, his gaze soft but intense. You smirk, teasing, “You good, Chris?”

He flushes, scratching the back of his neck. “I—I was just thinking… you’re so pretty.”

The words hang between you, warm and unexpected. Chris’s eyes flicker down to your lips, then back to your eyes, like he’s weighing whether to take the leap.

Without thinking, you close the distance just a little. His breath catches, and suddenly the air feels thick around you.

Slowly, he leans in too, hesitating just a heartbeat before his lips brush softly against yours.

The kiss is gentle at first, tentative, like testing the waters. But then it deepens — the kind of kiss that pulls the air from your lungs, makes your heart sprint.

You wrap your arms lightly around his neck, and he presses closer, hands settling at your waist.

Time blurs. The world fades except for the heat of his lips and the quickening of your pulse.

When you finally pull back, both of you are breathless.

Neither of you says a word—because right now, silence is exactly what this moment needs.

The ocean hums nearby, stars starting to prick through the darkening sky.

Chris finally breaks the quiet with a soft, almost shy smile. “You’re really something, y/n.” he says quietly.

You grin, feeling the warmth linger even after the kiss fades. Maybe this quiet town just got a little less quiet.

ok so i've already written part two when do yall want it... :3

ALSO this is so random but can you guys like my intro post 😭😭 i wanna be like one of those cool baddie blogs with like 100+ likes on it <33

[viviennemaeve]

✨Mind and Body Alchemy ✨

You ever feel like your mind and body are in a toxic situationship? Like, your body is clearly giving signs it needs rest, water, and maybe a vegetable, and your mind is like, nah, let’s stay up overthinking until 3 AM.

Or maybe your mind is screaming at you to get your life together, but your body is just lying there like a dead iPhone with no charger in sight.

So, let’s talk about how to get these two to stop ghosting each other and start working together.

1. Stop Betraying Your Own Energy

Some days, you wake up feeling like a main character. Other days, your brain is buffering and your body is lagging. Listen to that. Pushing through exhaustion isn’t “hustle culture,” it’s self-sabotage.

✔ If your body feels sluggish, give it movement, not punishment. A walk, a stretch, some music to get the energy flowing.

✔ If your mind feels foggy, declutter it. Journal, meditate, talk it out—even if it’s just yelling at yourself in the mirror.

Your energy isn’t a fixed state. Ride the waves instead of fighting the tide.

2. Romanticize the Bare Minimum

No, you don’t need a 20-step morning routine with moon water and imported matcha to have your life together. Romanticizing the bare minimum makes consistency feel ✨aesthetic✨ instead of a chore.

✔ Drinking water? Put it in a fancy glass, pretend it’s a potion of vitality.

✔ Eating a meal? Light a candle, play some background music, and call it a “self-care date.”

✔ Sleeping on time? Tell yourself it’s “beauty rest” and you’re waking up to be that girl/guy/person.

Make the basics feel luxurious. Because let’s be real—if taking care of yourself feels like a punishment, you won’t do it.

3. Your Body is Your Ride-or-Die

You can leave a toxic ex. You can quit a bad job. But your body? You’re stuck together. Forever. It carries you through life even when you don’t treat it right. Maybe it’s time to return the favor.

✔ Move it, fuel it, rest it. Not because you “have to,” but because it deserves it.

✔ Stop speaking about it like an enemy. Would you tell your best friend they look bad today? No? Then why do it to yourself?

✔ Listen to the warning signs. That gut feeling? That burnout creeping in? That’s your body trying to help you, not sabotage you.

Your body isn’t just the shell carrying your mind—it’s part of you. Treat it accordingly.

4. Mind & Body = Power Couple

The moment your mind and body start working with each other instead of against each other, you unlock main character energy.

✔ Prioritize both: Mental health days matter as much as gym days.

✔ Tune in: A healthy mind makes it easier to have a healthy body, and vice versa.

✔ Find balance: Chase goals, but rest too. Hustle, but enjoy the moment. Be delulu, but also self-aware.

Your mind and body are in this together. Might as well make them a power couple.

Take Care of Yourself, Babe.

Self-care isn’t just bubble baths and spa days—it’s listening to yourself. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to rest. You deserve to thrive.

Now go drink some water, stretch a little, and romanticize the hell out of your life.

[demonvibez]

Overwhelmed

Characters: Leviathan x GN Reader Word Count: 3.7k+ Rating: Teen Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, implied nd reader, gn reader, reader experiences overstimulation (non sexual), brief mentions of mental health topics, kissing A/N: This is based on my experience and what it's like to have my brain. Not gonna explicitly tag anything, but if you can relate, I hope you like this! And if you can't, I hope it gives you a look into my mind ♡ this was cute and fun either way, so enjoy!

Typically, the liveliness of the House of Lamentation didn't bother you, in fact you enjoyed it. The constant chaos of the Demon Brothers typically meant you're never bored or lonely, always getting pulled into their antics at any given time of the day. The natural buzz and chatter around the House usually gave you comfort, knowing your home was filled with those that you love. Today though, for some reason, you couldn't help but to feel a bit...off.

You weren't sure exactly when you started to feel this way. Mammon had slept over in your room the night prior, and he had set a new alarm tone on his DDD to be sure the two of you awoke on time - it was really more for him, seeing as he had Saturday morning breakfast duty, but you promised you'd wake up with him anyway. You didn't know exactly how jarring it would be to wake up to, but it definitely put you in a panic as it ripped you from your deeply peaceful slumber. And the way Mammon was tightly gripping you in his sleepy cuddle made it hard for you to grab his phone and turn it the hell off - the day definitely wasn't starting off well. 

Perhaps it was breakfast that was the catalyst of it all. Before you can even step into the dining hall, you can hear most of the brothers already talking inside. As you pushed the door open, your senses were flooded with a barrage of sight, sound and scent. The lighting was unusually brighter as Asmodeus painted his nails at the table, his perfume being the first to hit your nose as you made your way to your seat, and a faint headache started to pulse behind your eyes.

"Good morning, hon~♡," he said, in his typical Asmo singsong voice, "This brand new polish just arrived for me this morning so you know I just had to apply it before I got my day started!"

The pungent scent of Devildom food being prepared wafted out from the kitchen, mixing with the scent of Asmo's beauty products, and you mentally hoped to yourself that the weird combination of scents didn't cause you to lose your appetite. You heard a few crashing noises ring out from the kitchen, followed by the swears of the Second Born and promises of punishment from the First. You shook your head, a small smile on your lips before you looked over to see a pouting Beelzebub next to you. Knowing he was disappointed at the tardiness of this morning's breakfast, you rubbed his arm gently and reassured him that the wait will be over soon.

The final straw definitely came sometime after breakfast. You were sitting in the common room with Beel, watching BBQ Life on the television as you both munched away on some kettle corn. Leviathan was sat across one of the chairs, his legs dangled over one of the sides as he played his current favorite new game on his handheld console, sound turned down to almost a minimum. The three of you were having a relaxing time, when all of the sudden, you heard a faint yelling coming from the front porch before the extremely loud slamming of the entrance door, open then shut. You jumped at the loud bang of the slamming door, and turned your eyes to the hallway to see Satan and Belphegor in a screaming match. You couldn't even really gleam what the two were arguing over, you just knew you were starting to feel overwhelmed by it all. 

The chattering from the television, the stickiness of your hands from the popcorn, the brothers' screaming, the scuffing of their shoes on the floor as they wrestle with each other, the soft noises from Levi's game, your headache now suddenly pounding at full force and the anxiety creeping in with it all...it was just too much.

Just as Beelzebub got up to jump between his twin and his older brother, you also jumped up and decided to make a break for it. You needed to get away and go chill somewhere that you could clear your head. Normally you'd also step in and try to diffuse the situation, but the overstimulation was making it hard to process your own thoughts, much less anything else that was going on in the House. You quickly made your way up the stairs, knowing you couldn't possibly go hide out in your own room. You knew that if you hid there, more than one of your demons would follow you and crowd you until you told them what's wrong - not that you wanted to push them away, necessarily, but you just couldn't explain it at that moment. Your mind felt like lightning was striking your brain, while simultaneously, hurricane force winds blew your thoughts around in a flooded vortex. You needed to go somewhere that you could calm the storm in your mind in peace.

There were three rooms in the House of Lamentation you knew you could find uninterrupted solace, for if any demon enter without permission, there would be literal hell to pay. You couldn't go to Satan's room right now, for he was most likely still in the middle of his rage, which you didn't have the capacity to deal with at that moment. You could go to Lucifer's room, but then he'd interrogate you as to why you had decided to let yourself into his room and curl up in his bed. That only really left you with one option - the one demon you knew without a doubt would understand.

You made your way to his door and grabbed the knob, silently praying to yourself that it was unlocked - and to your luck, it actually was. As you pulled the door open, a soft blue light spilled into the hallway, and you made quick work walking inside and closing the door behind you. The soft glow and ambient hum of both the aquarium and the computer were already starting to feel comforting to you. You kicked your shoes off and crossed the room, crawling into his tub and under the covers. As you pulled the fuzzy blanket over your body, you spotted Leviathan's Azuki-tan plushie, pulling it tightly against your chest as you closed your eyes. Maybe if you could just rest and recharge a little, you'll start to feel a bit better. 

Leviathan is sitting downstairs on one of the common room chairs, questing away in his new game, Grand Theft Demonio VI. He needs to beat part one of the solo campaign before he can unlock the online multiplayer features - one of the many anti-cheat techniques in use by the developers, but he is enjoying the campaign all the same. He had decided to come downstairs to play in the common room so he can be closer to you as you watch TV with his little brother. He's deep inside his quest, doing everything he can to win the virtual street race against NPCs, when he hears the slamming of doors and it's subsequent screaming match. He jumps slightly at the noise, but is too focused to look up at from his game, seeing as he can clearly recognize the voices of his Fourth and Seventh brothers fighting over a prank gone wrong. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you make your light sprint out of the room, which forces him to finally look up. A frown befalls his face as he sees you make your exit, and when he looks back down at his game to see that he has lost, his fuse snaps. He taps the button on his handheld to dim and lock the screen, sliding it into his jacket pocket and stomping over to his brothers. All three of his younger brothers take pause as Leviathan verbally tears into them, assigning blame to them for not only losing his game, but scaring you off in the process. Satan can feel Leviathan's wrath building, and he decides to back off, if only to save the House from being flooded and Lotan summoned onto them all. Beel just picks up Belphie and walks off with him under his arm, eventually leaving Leviathan on his own to go find you. 

Naturally, he just assumes you went to your own room - after all, why wouldn't you? He knows better than anyone how much your own room can become an oasis of safety, a place you can just barricade yourself into and unmask. He makes quick work of walking to your room, eager to check on you and make sure that you're okay. You never really shared any diagnoses with him, per say, but he could just tell that you two were very similar in the way that your minds work - and while he's used to several millennia of sharing a roof with his rowdy brothers, he knew it would be a bit different for a human such as yourself. He approaches your door and lightly knocks twice, gently whispering your name before putting his ear to the door. He doesn't hear a single sound coming from your room, which causes him to raise an eyebrow. Surely, you'd at least be watching a comfort anime or something?

"A-are you in there? It's m-me, your Lord of Shadows. I came by to check on you," he says nervously, slowly opening the door to see that you aren't actually inside. He steps in, looking around for you, growing more and more frustrated every moment he doesn't see you. He checks your bathroom, your closet, even under your bed - where the hell could you be? You're probably with one of his brothers again, aren't you?! He stomps out of your room, slamming the door behind him, as he fumes to himself silently. Of course you'd be seeking comfort from one of his brothers, and he's sure he can guess which one of them you may have run to - most likely one of his older brothers' rooms. He figures you'd either go to Lucifer, because he knows how to fix anything - or Mammon, simply because the two of you are so damn close. He can't stand either thought. The Eldest's perfection has caused him a great deal of lamentation over the years, but when he thinks of you running to him for comfort, it stings all the worse. And the fact that you're so close with Mammon? Really?! Mammon?!?! The stupid scummy Avatar of Greed, SERIOUSLY?! WHAT DO YOU EVEN SEE IN HIM?!?! KILXRFJ;-

Filled with envy and demon form on full display, Leviathan storms through the hall and up the stairs. A tidal wave of emotions flash flooding his own mind, he's unable to process his thoughts or feelings, and he just knows he needs to retreat to the safety of his little otaku island. Almost racing to his room, Leviathan quickly finds himself at his own bedroom door. His tail wraps around the knob and twists it open, pulling the door open and then shut again after stepping inside. He lets out a long exhale, his eyes fluttering shut as he takes in the ambient noise of his room - his safe space. His orange eyes finally open, the purple in them slowly seeping back in as the envy slowly recedes from his mind. He takes a few steps towards his bathtub, pulling his handheld out of his pocket as he does so, before freezing in place as he notices movement inside. His eyes widen and his free hand floats up to hide his face when he sees the top of your head peaking out from beneath the pile of fluffy Ruri-chan blankets. His mind goes blank, for he honestly has no idea how to proceed. 

"Leviathan?" your whispered voice calls out to him gently as you pull the covers from your face. You rub your eyes before looking up at him, a small smile pulling at your lips when you see him. "Nap," is all you ask as you scoot over in the bottom of the tub, patting the space next to you as you invite him into his own bed with you. You'd apologize for intruding into his space later, but you know that right now you both need a good cuddle and a nap together - especially if the way he tore through the door a few minutes ago tells you anything about his mood. He hesitates for a moment, his brain still rebooting to process the sight before him, and next thing he knows you're full on assaulting him with your puppy dog eyes.

As you silently plead with him, you reach up towards him, inviting him into your arms as you make a grabby hand gesture. Before he starts to spiral with doubt, he decides to just go for it - you're his Henry, after all. He slides off his shoes and steps into the tub, lowering himself down beside you as you lightly giggle and scoot over just a little more so he can get comfortable. As soon as his head hits the pillow, you rest your head on his chest, your arm draping itself over his torso as your legs tangle with his. A rosy blush dusts his cheeks as he hears you sigh happily, and he can't help but to smile a little himself. His tail snakes its way around your waist as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you eventually drift off to sleep.

After a very adventurous dream involving the two of you slaying a dragon, Leviathan finally drifts out of his slumber and into wakefulness. As his mostly purple eyes flutter open, still adjusting to the dim light of the room, he focuses to see you still comfortably asleep in his arms. As he gazes down at you, he thinks about earlier, and how he so quickly assumed you'd seek the comfort of another demon. A tinge of guilt enters the back of his mind, feeling bad about having doubted you so easily - you're his Henry! His player two! He internally curses himself, telling himself he should have a little more faith in his best friend in all three realms, or else you may grow tired of his antics like everyone else. One of his biggest fears is that one day you might think he's just too much, and he'll lose you forever. . .

Before his thoughts could become too turbulent, he feels you stirring within his grasp. The way you gently squeeze him, and press a loving little nuzzle into the crook of his neck, is enough to push back the fear and insecurity - at least for now. You crane your neck upwards, pressing a kiss into the bottom of his jaw, before your eyes flutter open to look up at the gorgeous sea demon beneath you. A small blush paints itself across Leviathan's cheeks as he looks down at you, his admiration for you sparkling in his orange and purple gradient eyes. 

"Heeeey...y-you're awake," he says nervously, his hand moving to hide his blush as the other stays rested on your back. You can't help but to let out a small giggle. 

"As are you, my sweet otaku. Hope your nap was as good as mine was," you murmur softly, reaching up to move his hand away from his face and cup his cheek with your own hand. You push yourself up a little on your other arm, stretching a bit to be able to kiss him. You finally press your lips to his, and Leviathan could have sworn he can see animated hearts and fireworks flashing around the room as he finally felt the warmth of your kiss. He hesitates for a moment, his brain caught in a slight lag, which causes you to internally panic for a moment as well - until you can finally feel him relax beneath you and kiss you back. He pulls you up closer, his arms wrapped around you in a loving hug, his tail still securely wrapped around your waist. You playfully nibble his bottom lip, smiling into the kiss as you attempt to deepen it, when all of the sudden - a loud banging at the door.

The suddenly loud bang made you jump a little, your heart skipping a beat as you unintentionally break the kiss. The banging continues, and you shrink down into the tub, burrowing your face into Leviathan's chest and pulling the blanket back over your head. You weren't quite ready to go back out and deal with all the chaos of the House of Lamentation - you just wanna stay here and relax with him.

"Yo, Levi! I know ya got my human in there! Open the hell up!" You know that voice anywhere - Mammon has probably been blowing up your phone asking for you. You love your greedy first man but, he's a ball of energy that you'd rather hang out with later when you're recharged yourself. Your headache is now gone, but you're still a bit tired and a little anxious from earlier. Just as you peak your head out from under the blanket to whisper something to Levi, you hear more banging at the door, followed by a loud scoff from the Avatar of Envy.

"Who does he think he is, banging on my door like he owns the place and demanding I give you to him," he said, his tone sharp as the envy flares up in his eyes, his eyebrows scrunching together in anger. 

"Hey," you murmur softly to him, "you can go tell him I'm fine, I'll see him later. But you don't have to worry, Levi. I'm staying here with you." You reach up to press another little kiss onto the bottom of his jaw, before looking at him to see a satisfied smirk spread across his face. He would absolutely take this opportunity to go tell off his scummy older brother - especially taking pride in the fact that you want to ignore all of his brothers and stay here with him.

"I'll be right back," he confidently says before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He lets go of you as you move off of him - you sit up at the opposite end of the tub as he stands up and climbs out, making his way to the bedroom door with a purpose. You had made your wishes clear to him, and he is beyond willing to be the one to enforce them for you. He rips the door open just before Mammon could slam his fist into it one last time, and you look away just as Mammon calls your name. Leviathan pushes Mammon backward into the hall as he steps through the door, mindful enough to gently click the door shut. 

You wrap the blanket around your body and up over your shoulders as you listen and wait for the commotion in the hallway to be over. You can hear some faint shouting at first, but then it dies down to an undistinguishable murmur, so you just lean back against the tub and turn your attention to the aquarium. You always love the glow of the LED lights in Levi's tank - and you could watch lil Henry 2.0 swim around for hours. The new little plants Levi put in the tank are really pretty, love the way they look in the water. A little aquarium would look really cool in your room! Maybe you should also get a few new plants for your room too, give the tree in there a few siblings. You start to wonder about the tree, was the house built around it, or was a tree transplanted there? Does is like living in your room? You should definitely get those plants, make the tree happy! Does the tree have a name...?

The door opens and closes once again, snapping you out of your streaming thoughts and your attention back to the door. You have no idea how long he was out there, but Leviathan is now back with a smug smirk on his face, making his way to his desk to take the phone off the charger. He unlocks his DDD and taps away, typing a message in the House group chat saying that 'the human is fine and recovering with me, DND ⛔,' before tossing his phone back down into his gaming chair.

"Thank you, Leviathan...for everything," you say softly. "I just got..so...um, overwhelmed. And you're the only one who understands me like that...plus I love spending time with you..." The two of you struggle to look at each other as blush spreads across both of your faces. 

"N-no need to thank me," he says, hiding his face behind both of his hands. "You're always welcome here, a-and I'll always have your back!" 

The two of you settle back in together, cozy in his arms as you lean back against his chest while the two of you watch a cute new anime. He asked if you wanted to pick one from his watchlist, but you couldn't make up your mind on one, so he ended up streaming 'Help! I Have a Crush on My BFF from Another Realm!' 

After watching for a while, the two of you get to chatting - mostly starting with analysis of the anime, and eventually drifting into the events of the day. You explained to the best of your abilities what happened and how it felt, to which Leviathan reassures you that he heavily relates, and that you can always come to him for anything - especially when you're feeling overwhelmed. You assure him the same, reminding him that Henry always has their Lord of Shadows' back. 

The two of you share another tender little kiss before turning your attention back to the anime on screen, the next episode starting to auto-play. As he holds you in his arms, the theme song softly playing on the TV, Leviathan can't help but to think how happy he is to have a relationship with such a deep sense of understanding between the two of you - you really are his Henry.

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[confessions-official]

I've always been really non-confrontational. I've never really yelled at anyone, up until last month.

(Sorry, long post :P)

My drama teacher had been repeatedly fucking up everything for us all, and he had made my little sister cry several times. He kept pushing our boundaries while doing the bare minimum of work as a teacher. When we got word that the second show of the school year was canceled because of him (the first was also canceled, partially because of weather, but it really was mostly his fault) I went to find him after school.

In front of a crowd of confused students outside, with tears running down my face I screamed at him that this was bullshit and that if he had even bothered to get the school admins' basic approval for our show none of us would be in this mess. He kinda just stood there and awkwardly repeated "yeah, I'm aware".

Yes it was impulsive, but after initially hearing that news I was crushed. I had already spent hundreds of my own dollars on costumes, hours and hours of work on sets, music, scheduling, everything. Every free moment of my life was devoted to making that show happen. I was fully prepared to take the show into my own hands because at that point I already knew that he wasn't going to do jack shit, and it was up to us. Oh, and I had also been cast as the lead role a month prior. But he never actually asked the school admins if the show was appropriate to perform as a school. Which it wasn't.

In fact, if another teacher hadn't stepped in to help us, we would still be working on that show today-- but it would never have been performed, because admin wouldn't approve it.

That whole situation has kind of changed my personality. Which is weird. I guess I've reached my limit and I'm not taking any more shit, especially from him.

Also he got fired but he's still here until the end of the school year. Admin hates him too, but they don't have a replacement yet. If he does anything else awful, I and the other theater kids have made it very clear that we can and will make sure that he's gone immediately instead.

I really thought at some point I'd regret yelling at him. Even as I was doing it. But nope, I stand by what I said and honestly wish I had said more before running off. I gave that guy so many second chances, and that show being canceled was the last straw. (Except it wasn't, because he continues to do shitty stuff to this day. We're down to negative straws here.)

Anyways. Fuck you [redacted], you genuinely suck. Be better.

 

[the-kr8tor]

Tw; possible death, depression, uh Hobie is totally ok (he isn't), protest/riot, blood?

Setting; Highschool/secondary school sweethearts with Hobie who never got his Spider-Man powers in the end.

He'd riot, he'd scream, he would've yelled until his voice and body gave out if that meant that something would change under Osborne's tyrannical rule. Food was now not only a commodity but impossibly pricey, it was either giving over your whole paycheck for a box of crackers and a very few meager things or eating the slop the government would give out. Saying it was out of the generosity of their hearts, blacken hearts if anything since there was something in that stuff that made you sicker and sicker, Hobie and you had seen how people got after eating too much of it.

So stealing, hoarding, scavenging, planting, cultivating became a deliverance to the people. If the government wouldn't feed them, the people would ensure they could eat. Both you and Hobie had spent so much time at the hidden community gardens, smiles on your faces as you planted a few more seeds in the hopes of a good harvest.

But today is nothing but brimstone and fire, someone threw a Molotov, the other party responded with gas. And Hobie, he was glorious. Leader of a rebellion who had the bare minimum in every way, he'd yell out instructions, help people get back up. And you were witnessing it all, filming on a camera to make sure this part of the world's history is recorded and known so that no longer would we ever get another "emperor" like Osborne.

Things don't always go as planned, it makes sense. But when he fell from the flipped over police car and busted his head you might as well have forgotten all about your mission. Letting the camera fall to the ground and rushing over to his side as he was already bleeding out on the ground reaching up for you in vain efforts. Too many people, too many of them, too little of you. The police could only trample his body as many others, they didn't care, why should they? They had cushy lives and yours was on the floor agonizing as you screamed and yelled and scratched at anyone coming close.

Eventually you get to make your way to him, grabbing him as best as you can with tears in your eyes as you book it out into one of the alleyways. He wouldn't die a Marty, you didn't get to go further into your guy's relationship from a few first kisses that had never been pin pointed out as serious yet. You didn't get to hold him enough, to love him.

And Hobie, he grabs your hand and shushes you, tells you it'll be ok, tells you that you'll be ok. He loves you, he says the words with what he knows as his truth. The things he never told you, he tells you now while you cradle him on your lap on the dirty grounds of the alleyway. He shouldn't die like this, not him, not in this place. He deserved more happiness than anyone, but it was clear the wounds had done their part. He was tired, too tired. And with a kiss he fell asleep slowly petting your hair in the hopes he gets to see you when he wakes up. Because you had been his only reason to wake up.

-🪦

NOOOOOOO HE JUST DIDN'T MAKE IT TO THE GROCERY STORE BC HE MISSED THE BUS 😤

[ferindencadash]

The world's most entitled fucking old white man is in my office and the fact that I haven't set him on fire yet should be applauded.

Long rant incoming:

This old and crusty white British dude has been living in the Bahamas for the last 30 years and now he's moving here to Canada. He had his stuff shipped in crates. He called back in September to let us know that he "took the liberty" of putting our office as the ship-to destination. Without asking us.

Okay. Whatever. So he says these crates will arrive "sometime" and that we should contact him when they do to arrange delivery to his new house. We have no agreement with him, there's no inventory list, no date of delivery, no home address, nothing. He hasn't even asked our rates (so I'm assuming money is not an issue 🙄).

I hear nothing from him again until this week.

Suddenly he's in my office, and the crates will be here "tomorrow or the next day" and he's barking instructions on "exactly how this is going to be done" and freaking out when we offer ANY alternative ideas (because his ideas are dumb as fuck).

Okay. WHATEVER. We'll do what he says cause he's paying for it. 🙄

So now at least I have a weight for the crates. Over 3500 fucking pounds. So I ask, are the delivery guys going to unload these crates into the warehouse? Cause we don't have a forklift. "I have no idea what the delivery men have!! Why would I know that??"

😑😑😑

Okay well. If they don't, we can't fuckin help you and maybe you should have checked BEFORE SENDING YOUR SHIT HERE.

Anyway. Using the weight as a guide, I put together an estimate for how long it's going to take to break down these crates and move all his shit. I send him this estimate and he calls SCREAMING "what the hell is this charge?? I'm not paying that! You said there was an hourly rate!"

Yes, an hourly rate, and this is an *estimate* at how many hours this job will take. If it takes less time, you'll be charged less. If it takes more time, you'll be charged more.

"I'M NOT PAYING THIS! REMOVE THIS CHARGE IMMEDIATELY!"

It's not a charge sir... it's an estimate.

"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME! SEND ME A BILL WITH THE HOURLY RATE! DO YOU WANT MY BUSINESS OR NOT??"

No, not really. But of course my boss says yes. So I send him a new estimate, with the minimum charge listed, and a huge note saying "this is only the minimum charge, we charge BY THE HOUR and this job WILL TAKE LONGER THAN THIS and cost more than what is listed here."

He accepts it. I GUARANTEE he's going to be a total cunt when he gets the bill and it's more than the minimum. But whatever, boss man's the one losing money when this asshole won't pay, not me.

This morning he calls the office. The "idiot" driver "didn't do what he was supposed to do" and now his shit is stuck at customs. So he's emailing me a bunch of customs paperwork for me to print out for him?? Hello?? We are not a fucking Staples sir. Print your own shit.

Of course I do it, because it's my job to kiss old people's asses all day. 😑

He comes in and I give him the stack of papers. He looks through them and, while standing in my office, calls the customs agent and starts yelling at *her* because he's stupid and confused and doesn't understand the paperwork (which was a very straightforward inventory of his items that he just needed to sign). So now I'm trying to do my job and deal with other customers while this stupid asshole is standing 3 feet away yelling at customs ON SPEAKERPHONE.

Finally he gets off the phone and is like, I have to take these to the border (which is not far, this city is right on the us/can border) to get them stamped, then I'm coming back here and you're going to scan and email them for me.

😑

Yeah. Okay. Whatever gets you out of my fucking office. Sure I'll be your personal secretary. 🖕🖕🖕

Oh. And then he mentions that the customs agent he was just screaming at IS HIS SON'S GIRLFRIEND. I'm sure she loves family gatherings... 😑

So now these crates probably won't be delivered today after all. Which means I have to reschedule this stupid move. And we have NO availability til next Saturday, we are *swamped* next week. Which means he's gonna have to pay for storage if he wants to keep his crap here. I'm sure *that* will go over well. 🙄

So that's where we're at in the customer service drama for now. I'm *certain* there will be more. 😮‍💨

Also, I'm still recovering from my infection and feel like shit and probably shouldn't even be around people (I've been masking like a good boy, at least).

Also also, this fucker called me "young lady" about 30 fucking times and I swear to fucking god my blood pressure is off the charts. Gender shit aside (I've accepted being misgendered as a requirement of getting paid, for now) I AM ALMOST 40 FUCKING YEARS OLD. This guy is gonna get a boot to the fuckin head.

Rant over.

😮‍💨

[starlightshadowsworld]

This is the reality for many Palestinian children in the Israeli prison system.

[Video transcript:

While we're on the topic of Palestinian prisoners, or as I like to refer to them, hostages. We need to talk about the case of Ahmed Manasra.

Who is serving a 9 and a half year sentence in Israeli prison. And has been in prison since the age of 13.

On October 12th 2015, Ahmed and his cousin Hassan were walking the streets of East Jerusalem when they were attacked by an Israeli mob.

This mob accused them of stabbing 2 of them and immediately shot and killed Hassan. And brutally beat up Ahmed, and running him over with a car.

Fracturing part of his skull.

There is a viral video of this mob yelling at Ahmed, taunting him, telling him to die as he is lying on the ground bleeding, pleading for help.

The Israeli occupational forces then brutally interrogated him without an attorney or parent present.

There is a video out there of his interrogation where these Israeli soilders are screaming at this child.

At the time it was illegal for children to be in prison, so the courts waited until his 14th birthday. He has been in and out of solitary confinement for years.

Which directly goes against international law.

(Excerpt from the United Nations reads: The Mandela Rules, updated in 2015, are a revised minimum standard of UN rules that defines solitary confinement as 'the condiment of prisoners for 22 hours or more a day without any meaningful human contact.'

Solitary confinement may only be imposed in exceptional circumstances, and "prolonged" solitary confinement of more than 15 consecutive days is regarded as a form of torture.)

He has been diagnosed with schizophrenia and severe depression with suicidal thoughts, due to the solitary confinement and the human rights abuses that the Israeli occupation have done to him.

Even though, the Israeli courts found out that he was not involved with the stabbings, he is still serving a 9 and a half year sentence for "attempted murder."

(Excerpt from AP news reads: The teenagers are typically held in 1 by 1.5-meter (3 by 5 foot) cell flooded with endless light, the group said.

Their only human contact is with interrogators. They return to their families deeply scarred, said Ayed Abu Eqtaish, the groups accountability program director.)

I saw a report saying that teenagers are usually held in cells that are 3 and a half by 5 feet.

Ahmed is locked in his cell for 23 hours a day. He is being kept in the Ramla prison. He is continually been denied family visits, medical care and a push for his early release.

He has been tortured endlessly since the age of 13 by the Israeli occupation forces.

There has been an international push for his release (image reads: GENEVA '14th July 2022- UN human rights experts today urged the Government of Israel to immediately release Ahmed Manasra, 20 year old Palestinian detailed in Israeli prisons since he was 13 years old. While suffering serious mental health conditions.)

Yet at the age of 21, Ahmed still remains in Israeli prison.

This push largely follows the fact that he is not being treated for his medical conditions, that the Israeli occupation forces caused him.

Israel took away Ahmed's childhood at age 13, we need to push for his immediate release.

Ahmed not only deserves to be at home with his family, but deserves justice for what happened to him.

End Transcript]

And who knows how many Ahmed's are unjustly abd illegally locked up and tortured in these prisons.

Because the majority of Palestinians in there, are children or were arrested as children.

With no reason to be there, admitted by Israel themselves.

[local-idiotic-texan]

DECLARATION OF FOUNDING

A Site-61 Tale starring Administrator Virginia Atmintoff set in July 1820.

Amongst these people, there exists their leaders. A woman of British aristocracy, and a man akin to her. “Sigel, do you not agree that we’ve quite the base?” She would ask. “I do say. Well, we may have more than enough to begin.” He replies. The gentlewoman, taking charge, declares to him. “Then let us! We waste a second further, we waste a second that could be used to establish our accomplishment! We must make steadfast and liberate the efforts which we so strive to achieve!”

She’d get on a makeshift stage. Some crates upon various junk metals, then she’d attract attention to herself. Ensuring the crowd was focused on her with the firing of Sigel’s personal revolver. She'd make herself clear — she is in charge. She must be focused upon.

“..WE GATHER HERE TODAY.” She enstates. “AND IT IS TODAY THAT WE SHARE THE ABNORMALITIES IN WHICH WE EXPERIENCE.” She allows for a crowd communication, before continuing “IN OUR YEARS OF GATHERING. SINCE WE HAVE ENSTATED THIS, OUR GROUP, WE HAVE GONE FROM A LONESOME FEW THAT WOULD BE DRAWN OFF AS LOONS IN THE KINGDOM OF BRITAIN, TO OUR ALLIES, HERE BESIDES US, THE SUMERIANS!” She enstates, allowing Sigel to rise and translate for her to any foreigner unaware of what she may be stating. “WE HAVE ALL DECREED — THE ANOMALOUS WORLD IS FAR FROM WHAT WE HAVE EXPECTED. THE ANOMALOUS WORLD SHOULD NOT EXIST, FOR IT BREAKS ALL UNDERSTANDINGS OF LIFE, ITSELF! IT IS US WHO ARE AT RISK, BY ALLOWING THESE THINGS TO ROAM FREELY!” The rally goes ablaze, many a person agree. However, she immediately clarifies “HOWEVER. SUCH MARVELS CAN’T BE DESTROYED. MANY AN OBJECT, THEY CANNOT BE DESTROYED SO QUICKLY! WE MUST GROW TO UNDERSTAND WHAT WE NOT!” She gives it a few seconds before she starts her next argument,

“FROM OUR BEGINNINGS IN THE KINGDOMS, TO WHERE I STAND, WE MUST CONTINUE TO FIGHT! WE MUST NOT GIVE UP, NEVER ARE WE TO DECLARE WE MUST NOT, AT THE VERY MINIMUM OF WHAT WE KNOW, ATTEMPT TO STUDY WHAT WE CANNOT.” She now raises an ensignia - a circle-like object, with three arrows, all pointing inwards. - their logo. “WE FOUND, ON THIS DAY, THE EIGHT-TEEN-THOUSANDTH, TWENTIETH YEAR OF THE LORD, THE NINETEENTH OF JULY, A FOUNDATION! ONE DEDICATED TO THE ANOMALOUS PHENOMENA WHICH PLAGUE THIS REALM OF ITS ISSUES! ONE WHICH BRINGS SAFETY TO ITS INHABITANTS!” She declares, her voice now hoarse from yelling. She takes one last break, then screams “THIS IS THE FOUNDATION FOR WHICH WE STAND FOR! WE SHALL SECURE, WE SHALL CONTAIN, AND WE SHALL PROTECT. FOR WE EXIST ANEW, THE SECURE, CONTAIN, PROTECT FOUNDATION!” She states, finishing her quote, instating all persons present at the rally as members. “I, VIRGINIA ATMINTOFF, WITH AARON SIGEL, DECLARE THIS LOCATION AS SITE-0! THIS! THIS IS THE BIRTHPLACE OF FOUNDATION! THE SACRED GROUND WHICH WE WILL BEGIN! A REVOLUTION!”

By the time Virginia had finished her speech, the rally had been cheering onward. They had done it. An entire organization. Just for them. One which would contain what they couldn't understand. One which would protect their humanity, one which would secure all which made sense, not. All as what they had been fighting for. Their targets clear, and their headquarters established. All with a simple declaration of establishment. All with the gathering of persons with the same ideals and goals as each other. All with great success to come.

[gimmie-a-sammich]

To Rule Them All | Chapter 2 | Wake Up

Pairing: Idol!Ateez/???!Ateez x Fem!Original Characters

Summary: Alexis is about to have the summer of a lifetime traveling the country with some of her best friends following one of her favorite groups, Ateez. Little do they know, there is more to this group than meets the eye. Take a trip into the dark as they navigate a world unseen.

Genre: (18+ Minors DNI) smut, angst, fluff, supernatural vibes 

Chapter Warning: hauntings, cursing

Word Count: 3.8k

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Time seemed to fly between Christie and I’s hectic schedules and the anticipation for not only the opening show, but for Nikki’s arrival into our cute town. We had finally reached that day and the two of us were running frantically around our own home in preparation to meet Nikki at her new apartment. I was running behind, per usual, and it was up to Christie to get me back on schedule. 

“Alexis, love, she’s less than thirty minutes out. So respectfully, I need you to get your ass in gear,” Christie shouted.

I rolled my eyes. “If SOMEONE hadn’t decided that we needed to binge watch Food Wars all night, maybe I wouldn’t have needed to sleep in,” I yelled back.

Truth be told, even without staying up until 2am watching one of Christie’s favorite animes, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway. Austin was relentless, finding every single way he could to get a hold of me. Even without the endless harassment, I was barely sleeping again, constantly feeling like eyes were on me.

I did a final once over in the mirror. My hair wasn’t cooperating what so ever and I swear I had redone my messy bun at a minimum of ten times. Clearly, it was going to have a mind of its own today, but with the schedule of events how I looked did not matter in the slightest. I grabbed one of my favorite crewnecks out of my closet, mumbling under my breath, before walking out of my room to face Christie. 

She stood impatiently in the middle of the living room, tapping her foot onto the hardwood floor and clutching two to-go thermoses of coffee in her hands. She thrust one of them out for me, forcing it into my hand as she hurried back into the kitchen to grab a third sitting on the edge of the counter. 

“Do you have everything? Phone? Keys? Wallet?” she called back to me. 

“Yes mom,” I retorted, obnoxiously patting along my body to prove a point, only to realize that my phone was not in the pockets of my shorts nor in my fanny pack. “Well… shit.”

Christie giggled, knowing how frequently I lost my phone. I force played the dreaded sound from my watch, hearing the ding down the hallway from my bedroom.  “Hurry up, I’ll meet you in the car… but you’re driving.” 

I stuck my tongue out at her before stomping towards my room. My phone was resting right on top of my still unmade bed. I picked it up, zipping the device into my bag. I quickly turned to leave once more, trying to hurry to not ensue more of Christie’s wrath when I noticed my closet door ajar. I had sworn that I shut it after collecting my hoodie from within, but it wouldn’t be the first time that my lack of sleep made me forget to do trivial things. 

Christie had already started the car, honking at me while I locked our front door behind me and screaming that Nikki was only ten minutes out. As I jumped into the driver’s seat all I could hear was her incoherent mumbling, something about a speed demon and how it's a miracle she even made it here at all. Lucky for us, Nikki’s apartment complex was an eight minute drive. Christie immediately hooked her phone up to the bluetooth in my car, causing Ateez’s Guerilla to blast through the speakers. 

“So, gameplan?” I asked as I turned down the volume. Christie glared at me, but answered regardless of her annoyance that interrupted one of her favorite songs. 

“Well… moving Nikki today, right?” she said matter of factly as she stated the obvious. “Then, chatting with Adam and Thea sometime after dinner. Tomorrow, depending on how far Nikki is with  unpacking, I thought we could go D1 and D2 shopping since we hadn’t planned those yet. Did I miss anything?” 

I nodded in agreement. “Nah, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t forgetting yet another thing. I’m thinking that outfits for opening weekend need to be on a completely different level… like on par with the looks we have planned for the finale.”

We chatted the rest of the short drive, pulling into the parking lot just before the moving truck and Nikki’s SUV. Nikki’s apartment complex was one of the newer developments in Derby. The outside of the buildings hadn’t been tarnished by the intense Vermont winters and their slate gray color stood out amongst the bright green foliage. It also featured many amenities, including both an indoor and outdoor pool that the three of us could enjoy all year long.  

I swooped into a parking space, hastily turning off the car and making a beeline straight for Nikki. She had barely gotten out of her car before I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her tightly against me. I had accidentally snagged my fingers in her long black hair, causing her to curse me slightly. She must have recently put chunks of blue throughout, because I could see them reflecting beautifully in the bright sunlight.

“Let the poor girl breathe!” Christie laughed as she strolled her way over to us.

I reluctantly untangled myself from Nikki and took a step to the side to allow Christie to hug one of our favorite people. Finally, part of our master plan had been fulfilled now that Nikki was officially in state. One down, two more to go. Unfortunately for us, convincing Adam and Thea to move was more difficult than Nikki, but not something that we were giving up on. 

“I swear, if I was in that damn car for another minute my ass was going to fall off,” Nikki sighed. “And, I’m out of bean water.”

“Lucky for you, we come bearing gifts,” I said as Christie revealed the hidden thermos of coffee that we had brought.

“Oh gods, I love yous!” She exclaimed, grasping for the beverage like she hadn’t seen one in months and took an immediate chug. 

Conversation halted quickly when the movers started lugging Nikki’s furniture and belongings out of the truck, following the three of us up to her new home. Christie and I had each taken some of the smaller items from Nikki’s SUV, while she toted up the cat carrier containing a very loud, very annoyed, Zelda. 

Nikki maneuvered her keys into the lock of apartment 3D, swinging the door open so we could begin the mission at hand. Her apartment had so much potential. It was a cute two bedroom, with large windows along the exterior that overlooked the sea of trees surrounding the complex. It truly was a blank canvas waiting for Nikki to breathe life into it, much like her move was a clean slate for herself.

The hours flew by with the amount of work and laughter that sounded through the space. When enough boxes were unpacked and furniture moved to her liking, Nikki ushered us out the door. As much as we wanted to stay and help, there was only so much that miss independent would allow us to do.  We would also never say it, but I’m sure Christie was just as worn out from the day as I was. 

On the drive home, Christie was once again responsible for the music and made the determination that we deserved a good meal. That could only mean one thing coming from her: takeout. This also meant that I was off the hook with cooking dinner, something I very much appreciated. We decided on pizza and wings, something quick since we also had a date with Adam and Thea that we were on the verge of running late to. 

We arrived back at our home in record time, giving us a few minutes to get situated and ready for our video call. I rushed in first to get my laptop from my room while Christie went into the kitchen to grab plates, letting Scout out along the way. The computer was resting in its normal place on my desk, but my eyes drifted back to the closet doors once more. I felt like I was losing my mind, because I SWORE up and down that I remembered accidentally leaving them open, only to find that they were firmly closed. I seized the laptop, shaking my head as I began my descent back down the hall.

“You look in your head,” Christie said knowingly. How this girl always seemed to know what I was thinking was beyond me.

I placed the laptop onto the coffee table, opening the video call before nestling onto the couch next to Christie. While we were waiting for the other two to join, she handed me a plate already loaded with my favorite slices and wings, extra ranch on the side. I pursed my lips as I looked at her, taking a quick bite of the ooey, gooey pizza. 

“My sleep delirium must be acting up again, because all of my thought trains are derailing.” 

“It’s a good thing I made your drink extra strong, because you are going to sleep like a baby tonight,” Christie said, flashing me her ‘I know you better than you do’ look. 

My response was cut off by the familiar ding, signaling that one of our favorite humans had joined the call. Adam’s face quickly popped up. He was definitely the most timely of our little band of goblins. 

“Thea running late again?” he asked, taking notice of her absence quickly. 

“Yeah, she had a big shoot today,” I stated, remembering a conversation we had earlier in the week. 

Her absence was not long lasting, as her freshly cut purple hair bounced into view. She had it styled in waves, a much softer deviation from her typical blunt, straight locks. 

“Sorry sorry sorry… My first client ran late and then their children wouldn’t cooperate. It shot my entire day,” Thea huffed as she ran her hands through her hair.

“We were just getting in here ourselves… we were running later than we thought after helping Nikki get settled,” Christie responded warmly.

We chatted aimlessly, discussing our days, and sharing the crazy thoughts that constantly ran through our single shared brain cell. Adam was still dealing with an incredible amount of nonsense at his teaching job. He kept blaming it on end of the year madness and parents fighting for last minute grade changes. Thea shared in detail each and every one of her five photography clients, including the couple who broke up mid-shoot because the girl wouldn’t let her boyfriend wear his hat. 

“Alexis… did you mess with that frame?” Christie asked quietly, glancing over to the wall near the TV.

I matched her gaze, and sure enough the picture of Scout and Loki on their first day in our new home was askew. This wasn’t the first thing that either of us had noticed being amiss in our house. Honestly, things have been strange since the night of Scout’s outburst through the sliding glass door. My brain immediately went to my debacle about my closet doors this morning. 

“Alright friends, I have been fighting with my damn mind all day about my closet doors,” I blurted out. “Something has seemed off lately, and the stupid frame just solidifies the fact that I’m holding onto my last semblance of sanity.

“Thank god I’m not the only one,” Thea laughed, her dark brown eyes going wild at the thought of all of us collectively losing our marbles. “It’s like the last week and a half things have been out of place or not the way I left them.” 

“Sounds like y'all are being haunted,” Adam joked. 

“Yeah, we already share a brain cell, we might as well share a ghost, too,” I chuckled. “Hopefully you’ll pick out a good asylum for us, hun, when we all finally fall off the cliff.”

“And you guys know I would visit you every single day to make sure you had the most attractive nurses possible,” Adam added with a deep belly laugh. 

“Maybe it’s time to sage the house again,” Christie said with a wink. It would not be the first time our house had been saged. She and her mother, Gale, insisted that we cleanse the house before we formally moved in. All four of us erupted in laughter, easily picturing the crazy escapades we would surely get into if we were committed at the same place.

Suddenly, our eyes snapped to the hissing and growling coming from the fur babies. Scout was at attention, looking in the direction of Loki who was perched up on his hindlegs like a meerkat. His paws were swiping aggressively at the air in front of while he was mewling loudly. 

“LOKI ALEXANDER, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?” Christie screeched just as loudly as her cat. 

Loki continued to throw a few more jabs before falling on all fours and zooming up the stairs to Christie’s bedroom. Scout was close on his heels, always close by to her newfound best friend. 

“There is something in the water, I swear to god,” I said as I watched the two of them disappear out of sight. “These two have been absolutely bonkers. Scout literally has been barking and growling at nothing.”

“Maybe you really do have ghost…” Adam sang to us, trying hard to stifle his laugh. 

“Well, our ghost is about to have a very boring night, because we need to be responsible adults and go to bed,” Christie said. 

“Yeah… we have some errands to run tomorrow and we need to make sure everything is good to go to the office before we leave for Texas,” I concluded. 

Thea and Adam both said their goodbyes, wishing us well as they tried to agree on a name for our shared ghost. Adam was set on Bartholomew, but Thea said since he wasn’t being haunted his opinion was irrelevant. It was then determined that this debate would resume at a later date. 

Christie and I cleaned up food boxes and threw the plates into the sink. Dishes could wait for one night. We bid each other good night, walking off towards our respective bedrooms with Christie promising to send Scooty Jane Elizatbeth down for night, after a few snuggles of course. 

**

Mingi and Yunho were prepared as they swaggered through the house, keeping their eyes peeled for the fabled black dog and white cat they had heard about from the other members. This was their second visit into the home of the two roommates, and between their familiarity with the layout and the intel from the other members they were able to avoid detection from the animals sunbathing in front of the large glass doors. 

“You take upstairs this time, I take down?” Mining questioned with a smirk on his face as he took off towards the downstairs hallway. He hadn’t given Yunho and time to respond, not that he would have argued anyway. 

The girl was getting ready in her bathroom, throwing on a little mascara and eyeliner before moving to throw her hair up. He couldn’t help but laugh as she huffed in frustration when she redid it for a third and fourth time. Stepping out of the bathroom, he leaned causally against the wall to take in the collection of manga and music albums lining the shelves of her room. Her collection was vast and noticed a few of his favorites, including Tokyo Ghoul and Attack on Titan. If nothing else, she would be a great conversationalist with their shared love of anime. He watched as she rounded the corner to enter her closet, all the while mumbling about her lack of sleep and the delirium that was sure to come with it.

After she left, Mingi took the opportunity to finger through her closet, trying to gather her sense of style and self from the hanging clothes filling it. He heard the checklist being rattled off by the petite blonde, Christie. His eyes went to the phone resting upon the heap of blankets and pillows on the bed, the ding signaling that its owner would not be far behind. He stepped back into the washroom. Even though he knew he would not be seen, there was still something unsettling about being in close proximity to their chosen ones in their astral states while they were awake. 

As she barrelled into the room, Mingi had to stifle another giggle as he saw the frustration on her face had only grown. She hurriedly grabbed her phone, but not before pausing to look at the closet doors he had left ajar in his rush towards the bathroom. Now, her face shifted into one of concern and doubt, and he could only wonder what was going through her mind at that moment. He eyed her closely as she shook her head in disbelief before turning on her heel and meandering back down the hall. He removed himself from the bathroom, wanting to take a closer look around their house, but not before shutting the closet door tightly.

*Meanwhile*

Yunho went to make his way upstairs, but was distracted by the sound of cups clinking and the hum of an appliance coming from the kitchen. Instead of climbing the steps towards his initial destination, he veered off course and walked into the kitchen, a room they were all very familiar with at this point. 

The girl was yelling to her roommate to hurry up, despite the fact that she herself was not ready and still making what he could only assume as coffee. She had gotten out three thermoses and was making each one individually with such care, adding different amounts and types of creamer to each cup. He had often seen her make drinks or snacks for Alexis, a subtle and warm act of love he couldn’t help but admire. He had often found himself taking care of his own best friend, and this reflection of himself in her only increased his initial attraction. As she poured the last bit of coffee into the third container, she grabbed her keys to make her way into the main room of the house. Yunho almost jumped with how quickly she moved, and then smiled to himself when she began dramatically tapping her foot on the floor as she awaited for her roommate. 

The taller girl appeared from down the hall and Christie aggressively handed her one of the two coffees she was holding. She strutted back into the kitchen to grab the third cup, all while sharing a checklist with her roommate. This time, he couldn’t control his laughter at the face Christie made when Alexis realized she didn’t have her phone on her. As Alexis sulked back to her own room down the hall, he watched as Christie grabbed a set of car keys from the bowl near the front door, and exited the house. Not long after, Alexis shot back into the room and out the door, leaving Yunho and his best friend alone in their house. 

The two of them were then able to explore and peruse the house at their leisure, without worries of the animals startling their owners. They took their time, going through both of the girls’ bedrooms, as well as looking through their cupboards to judge the types of snacks they had stocked. 

**

The smell of pizza suddenly filled the air, making Wooyoung and Seonghwa immediately hungry. They made their way into the living after projecting themselves into the spare bedroom upstairs. As a group, they decided that this would be the best entry point into this house due to its vacancy. 

The two girls were sitting on a video call, something that they seemed to do quite frequently with their friends. One of them, Thea, was another of their chosen four, whom they had also been visiting frequently while trying to determine who would end up with her in their grasp. They stood motionless on the stairs after Seonghwa pointed out the furry masses resting on the floor near the couch, all the while intently listening to their conversations. Seonghwa’s heart began to race when the group started discussing a shared ghost, knowing that it was them who was causing these minute disturbances within their daily lives. Wooyoung, on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing, covering his face with his hands while his head reared back. He was notorious for intentionally displacing things, saying that he enjoyed when their chosen ones questioned their own sanity. 

As much as he refused to admit, Wooyoung couldn’t resist the pull towards one of the girls, but blamed it on the smell of pizza and wings as he crept closer towards the couch. Seonghwa, uneasy at first, sneaked closely behind, also wanting to get a better look at the two sitting on the couch, as well as the purple haired one hiding within the computer screen. Unlike Mingi, Wooyoung had no issues getting closer and closer, leaning up on the arm of the couch near Alexis. Seongwha rounded closer to the other side of the couch near Christie, unaware of the location change of the fluffy white lion. 

The cat, Loki, was up in an instant, standing on his back legs, paws punching directly towards Seongwha’s legs, all while emitting a deep hiss. One swat connected soundly on Seonghwa’s left knee, shooting white hot pain as the claws tore through his flesh. Wooyoung chuckled darkly, casting one last look onto the girls before stating that this was their sign to go. 

Woo’s laughter echoed within the dorm as he and Seonghwa regained consciousness. Seonghwa’s hands found his knee immediately, pulling up his pant leg to view the marks and blood coming from his knee.

“What happened to you?” Jungho asked with a raised eyebrow, looking down at the injury.

“Oh you know, Seonghwa just got fucked up by a white ball of fluff,” Wooyoung cracked. His laughter could be heard as he walked down the hallway, sharing the story with the rest of the group as he went to find a first aid kit.

Hongjoong entered the room, taking a quick glance at the blood on Seonghwa’s leg and shaking his head. “You’re back. Meeting in the living room, 5 minutes,” he said as he pulled out his phone to text the other members. 

The group converged within the living room of Captain’s apartment, anxiously waiting for whatever announcement was heading their way. 

“We have five days left… time to start narrowing down your choices,” Captain said as he stood in front of them, arms crossed tightly in front of his body. “Once the decision has been made, there will be no changes. You know our rules… and some of you need to take greater care in following them.” His eyes found each member individually, leaving them to wonder what their leader knew about their visits.

The members flicked glances at one another, not only from their Captain’s warning, but also wondering who their partner in crime would be this time around.

[nancypullen]

Sunday Evening

There are about ten different things I should be doing right now, but I am the queen of procrastination so here I am on the ol' blog. It was a very long week. I have such mixed feelings about the job. The people are absolutely wonderful. The work is interesting and beneficial. But the schedule is...unpleasant. Well, I say that as a person who doesn't really have a schedule. I had to ask several times if I could maybe know my work days/hours at least a week in advance. I'm there 8.5 hours but take a mandatory 1 hour unpaid lunch. So I work 7.5 hours most days, though I worked just 5 on Saturday. They are long days. I suppose I had the idea that part-time would be 20-ish hours a week. Looks like the plan is to work me just under the cut off between part/full time. Not having a set schedule in advance makes it really hard to plan any sort of normal life. For example, the Edgewaters have been asking me if I'm off on Feb. 10th to celebrate the grandgirl's 6th birthday. It's 12 days away and I still can't tell them yes or no. How can I make a doctor's appointment or even schedule a haircut? You don't call anywhere around here and get in quickly, so it would be nice to have, say, a month's schedule to reference when trying to make an appointment. I get the impression that it's not looked upon favorably if you throw a wrench in the works and request particular days off. I guess I'll ride it out and see if it gets better, maybe because I'm the newbie they're just seeing if I survive before locking me into the work calendar? Every time I asked, no one seemed to think it was a big deal. It's a big deal to me, I like to plan my life and get my ducks in a row - not knowing my works days/hours ten or twelve days out rattles me. Really hoping that part gets better.

.I'm a minimum of twenty yeas older than everyone at work, thirty years older than most of them. I feel like a fossil. Actually, the director is around my age, but she has put in her retirement notice. So I show up in my old lady glory and try not to grunt or groan when I get up from shelving books on the lowest shelf. I've had to move boxes, tables, racks of chairs, wood and glass bookcases and pretend that my sciatica isn't flaring up. There is a lot of ibuprofen involved. This is how I feel there...

but they're all nice to me because their mamas raised them to respect their elders. I was at the circulation desk one morning and talking to another employee who is not yet thirty. I realized that I could easily be her grandmother.

The eternal optimist in me says to keep plugging away and everything will settle into place and I'll just be the nice old lady at the library. The part of my brain that always yells, "FLEE! You don't belong here!" is screaming in my ear. Luckily, the eternal optimist occupies about 90% of my gray matter, so she usually wins. Onward, onward, onward. I mentioned that on Saturday I was off work at 2 o'clock. Shortly after that the Edgewaters came over and brought their pizza oven. That was a treat. They made gourmet pizzas for our dinner and we had a wonderful visit. Little Miss kept me busy with Barbies and books, and I plied her with cupcakes. They left today around 3 o'clock and the mister and I are sitting here now wondering if we even want to bother with dinner tonight. I'm ready for bed. The workweek is staring me in the face and I'm not ready. Have I whined enough? I swear I'm not unhappy, just tired. I'd give my right arm for 5 hour work days (like Saturday) instead of 8.5. Mickey has been amazing - actually cleaning and cooking! I have no reasons to complain. So I should probably shut up. That said, we're moving forward and starting to plan a 40th anniversary trip. I'm crossing my fingers that they'll grant me unpaid leave. As a part-time employee I don't accrue vacation days, so I guess we'll see how all of that plays out. Yikes.

I'm boring myself sick with this post and I can't imagine that it's been at all interesting or entertaining to read. I'll wait a couple of days and try to post something worth reading. There have been amusing incidents at the library, but I hesitate to write about any of it because this is a small town and my name is on the blog. I'll have to find my way with that. I certainly wouldn't name names or embarrass anyone. Oh well, I'm off to ready my clothes for work and pack a lunch. I'll try to keep a Mary frame of mind. No one I work with would get that reference.

I'm so old.

*sigh* Until next time - stay safe, stay well. Sending out loads of love. XOXO, Nancy

[thescottishmermaid]

Ahh okay I have some!

•People are unfair to most old European cinema in general but especially the French, Russian, German etc, labelled "depressing" and "artsy" by the mainstream because they explore darker ideas and are not in American English, so they get relegated to something "pretentious" because they're in black and white or independent or came out while the country of origin was under an oppressive regime or was going through political upheaval or post-war explorations of previously taboo topics etc

•The Lighthouse (2019) and The Northman (2022) both directed by Robert Eggers were robbed at the Oscars.

•Shrek 2 (2004) is one of the best sequels of all time.

•To add to that, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022) is an animated fairytale masterpiece in terms of cinematography, framing, animation and symbolism and understands thanataphobia in a way that I don't think I've seen other family films tackle before.

•Sharksploitation movies may seem like harmless schlock fests but I believe they perpetrate the image of sharks as viscious monsters more than Jaws (1975) has done, and on top of that they're made by people who cruise through life on minimal effort.

•The industry is full of hypocrisy. You seem to have to praise a lot of unworthy people if you want a hope of them giving you a job. The same people who support MeToo non-ironically think Polanski "has been punished enough and should make movies again."

•Postmodern historicals are a big hit and miss at the best of times unless they're parody or satire but by modernising Dickens or Bronte for new audiences some writers cut out important historical context of the time so as to not upset our modern sensibilities, thus doing us a disservice in understanding what life was like 200, 250 and even 500 years ago.

•People should give practical effects more credit. What seems dated now was impressive for the time period it was made and some of them hold up better than some CGI ones.

•CGI from the 2000s looks better than a lot of CGI today.

•The MCU post-Deadpool (2016) has done a lot of damage to the way people behave in cinemas. I could maybe understand the reaction to Endgame as everyone saw all their favourite characters but the irony-driven trend for doing the same for The Minecraft Movie makes it look like everyone has either forgotten how to act in a cinema screening or has not passed on the manners to the next generation. Also shame on the filmmakers for encouraging it, it's not cool to ruin other people's experiences and make minimum wage staff clean floods of popcorn up because you wanted to yell "Chicken Jockey" and be gleckit.

•For me a lot of Marvel and DC films are objectively not good because even if one locks in and pays attention, somehow they still feels forgettable because character building is traded for pop cultural references and sincerity is undercut by weak jokes.

•Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (2009) is the most boring one.

•Like him or not Alfred Hitchcock is one of the greatest directors of all time.

•Albert Brooks is an extremely underrated director, writer and actor and I feel the comedies directed by him are smarter and more astute than Woody Allen.

•Willem Dafoe is one of the best actors of the 20th and 21st centuries.

•Kristen Stewart is not that bad an actress. She played a very good Princess Diana in Spencer (2021)

•Blonde (2022) was so atrocious that I'm surprised Marylin Monroe's estate didn't sue.

•We need to put an end to the myth that people ran screaming from their seats at the Salon du Indien du Grand Café in Paris when the Lumiere Brothers short film Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat Station (1895) was shown. People were surprised and even a bit fearful (as you would be startled seeing an image move for the first time) but the viewers did NOT think the train was really going to hit them and it pisses me off every time I hear this rumour because it makes the enthusiastic audience sound stupid.

•This is probably not a hot take at this point but animation deserves to have every bit the respect that live action does. I hate that live action is given the credit for being more "realistic" and "serious" meanwhile something that took 5 years to make, can tackle any issue it wants and can be as realistic or as fantastical as it wants is just "children's stuff" (because that tells me what you think of children, that they are not to be taken seriously.) Animation is a medium not a genre. You can have animated musicals, animated comedies, animated horror, animated dramas etc. Making a drawing move is one of the closest things to real magic that exists.

•People who call themselves AI filmmakers should just spit on my shoes and leave.

•A film isn't immediately bad just because you don't understand it.

I tag @carcarrot for hers!

here's an even broader one. what's your cinema hot takes? give me the juicy takes

[the-firebird69]

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This guy violates it's so many ethics and rules and laws as a president it is disgusting.

He needs to be impeached today really years ago he should never have been allowed in office he's a freaking mental retard and a freak and a loser and he's always been one it's disgusting what he's doing. He's he's debasing the office of the president

And it should be brought to court for that treason and he should be hung

he's a FREAK ok and as IQ very low his brain is very small.

What a tragedy LOL for your realm you freaking idiots what a disaster for your realm this person is and kiss you off and goodbye because minority to people to put you to rest I mean this guy's a freaking joke he thinks he has a really big computer I mean what a freaking nutcase and he's delusional mumbling and screaming and yelling in the room oval office what an embarrassment too.

Just think about how much stuff public in Africa want to hear a stupid s*** that he's saying in his office he says tons of stupid s*** like he's a street person you have to understand that this man is a massive massive failure using force on Americans the guy is going to hell and costing assets and time and money and get a clue okay you want to be the man you want to be the army he's having to do and say things and prevent it because he's delusional.

MINE MYSELF AND MY ARMY CANNOT DEPEND ON TRUMP IN ANY WAY AND I HAD TO DRIVE THINGS THAT DON'T HAVE TO DO WITH YOUR ARMIES MORE LOK AND OTHER REBELS BECAUSE OF THIS PIECE OF S*** THEN ENCOURAGED TOMMY F TO SHOOT AT ME AND IT'S THIS LOSER WHO'S DOING IT

Will not depend on him won't depend on your armies because I can't because they simply don't do anything in battle nothing to mention it against the Mac proper what am I supposed to do that you're fighting each other more than anything it's a waste of time you are a waste of time because of this man Donald Trump characters in ridiculous oaf. Is a troglodyte at minimum will sit there and waste your time talking to you anything to waste things away like a woman of yours

Zues

Well he gets up and he remembers that this guy's useless so just made you guys useless to us what do you want us to do hire you to fart on us you dumb assholes

Hera

Absolutely true. You people are worth nothing to us and you're just a threat on our son and Skip there all day and all night and you're not rebels anymore your pieces of garbage. Bja is trying to change it the most you guys want to do is whistle Sweet nothings to him day and night that you're useless s*** especially you call a you're f****** nutcase you're going to go by and threaten him with your little boy you don't understand the math you're going to get your brains blown out you look normal afterwards but you'll be gone it's horrible you have a no f****** clue at all and I'm sorry we said president with this Billy z guy but his brain came out parts of it separately three times and he said you're right about something it's such a precedent yeah but he's dead he said it's the part we should look at and good that's right people need to learn it for real this is what happens to people and he said this I'm actually respected because I fall through his stuff I don't think I can hear and it turns around he's teaching his people and he put it into a tape it's fairly well done too. So he's trying to think of how to take back what he was doing getting angry and saying stuff and he says there's a lot of people pushing for it it's looking around and he's starting to see it we needed this there's a ton of people who are just wrong and the president himself is a complete piece of crap

Thor Freya

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[indigo474]

1-25-25

today is a magical portal day. Oh how I hope that is true. I am mentally drained- this past week has been bad. I have never been yelled at by so many people. Yesterday was the worse. A man became unhinged because he ran out of propane. he screamed at me for 20 minutes straight- fuck you , fuck this, fuck the driver, fuck the company. another guy told me he was going to take his equipment and throw it in the middle of the street and we could come pick it up. I wanted to point out to him how absurd that would be as his furnace belongs to him not us. I had a lady tell me that even Trump couldn't fix our company. I wanted to tell her she was crazy- I didn't say a word for 30 minutes as she went on and on about how horrible of a company we are- so bad not even Trump could fix it. After listen to her for 30 minutes she finally said to me wow your patient. I think she ran out of energy and gave up. It seems our company in Maryland has ran everyone out of oil and propane. Have a great rest of your day- we will get there when we get there. I could use a hug. just a hug. Its been so long since I've been touched. I should go get a massage.I read that it helps with people who are touched starved. I got my period - why I have no idea. go away already. I'm overwhelmed and i need a hug. Madison got her hamster- she got an 80% discount and he only cost $5. She spent a fortune on the biggest hamster cage in the world. She says its the minimum size. proof that 20 year olds don't make the best decisions. she says its not my concern because its in her room and shes taking care of it. I agree- none of my concern.

[skelebonecentral]

bloodmoon naga finally gets a mate

the boys are too violent to let loose, but make havoc when they stay through their 'season' so...reader gets picked :)

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You were set into the enclosure and swallowed nervously. Bloodmoon was a vicious, known man-eater of a naga, and the fact he was actually a set of conjoined twins made it worse because it meant he was doubly hungry. But this was a different sort of hunger you had been selected to deal with today.

He was one of the few in your recovery center that couldn’t be released for his own safety and that of the public. But that also means that he was never able to find a mate and thus his rut was brutal on his enclosure and the staff. A lot of death threats, scratching at the walls, attempting to attack all males who tried to enter their enclosure, and several of these attacks had resulted in researchers losing limbs.

But Naga were a protected species due to their sentience, and thus he couldn’t be killed for his aggression. So you, the only one who defended their right to life, right to care and safety, and one of the few females on the team, were chosen to be his mate this season to try and keep incidents to a minimum.

“B-Bloodmoon?” you mumble, the scent of sage wafting around the area, the closest your brain could get to what his natural pheromones smelled like. Even with how soft you’d spoken, the twins were on you in seconds, pinning you to the ground with a hand each as the other two began roaming your body and ripping through your clothes.

“Female is so ready, other,” Scarlet, the more suggestible of the two, growled softly. Both their cheeks were flushed darker red than they normally were, since the boys had deep crimson and soft carmine coloration all over their bodies.

Crimson, the more resolute one, purred, “Oh she is. I can smell her body, brother, all ripe and perfect for growing our seeds in. Humans have a use after all.”

“This is the one that yells at the males, also,” Scarlet noted as their slick, writhing penises lathed themselves over your legs. “Maybe she does it because she likes us?”

“Her scent is all over the gifts we get that aren’t food,” Crimson leaned down and pressed his flat face into your neck, “yesss, it is her.”

They both began to purr softly and grind against your core in slow, tandem movements, sharp teeth starting to nip at your skin anywhere they can reach.

“Sssssweet little thing, treats us well from afar,” Scarlet’s rougher voice vibrated through your bones, “gives us nest bits from their own, courting us without knowing.”

“Yes, and being so good and quiet now,” Crimson hefts you up and holds you against his chest as they head back into their nesting cave as his length slowly begins to worm its way into you, “but not for long, no. Soon we’ll have them screaming for us in the most delicious way.”

“I want them, other, please hurry,” Scarlet whined as they lay you down onto their nest, Crimson still thrashing his tendril deep into every corner of your insides. “I can’t wait like you can!”

Crimson grunted and nodded, “Just suck on their chest. They have to be ready for our young to do so.”

There was no time to relax with Crimson thrusting and curling inside you and Scarlet ravishing your chest with bites and strong suction, you soon lost your embarrassment at their compliments and bold actions and succumbed to the feelings of it all. Wonton moans and please for more came spilling from your mouth as your coil tightened, and the boys laughed and sighed happily. Their instincts were being satisfied at last, and the annoying itch of needing to mate was no longer going to bother them as soon as they both finished a few times.

“yes yes yes!” Scarlet groaned as Crimson shuddered and spilled into you, “my turn now, tasty treat! Make you have all the babies you can and then fill you up again next season. Doesn’t that sound so good?”

“Y-yes,” You’re panting as you arch and give a weak first orgasm as Crimson pulled out, “all yours, boys…”

“Knows her place,” Crimson rumbles quietly as he takes over lapping at your chest and humming softly as he flips you to let Scarlet get to your tunnel easier, “And so warm and soft for us, no fighting like our old mates did. Won’t end up getting eaten like them, either.”

“No no,” Scarlet huffs and shoves himself to the hilt inside, “this one’s courting US, this one looks at us like gods, THIS ONE wants our babies.”

“This one wants us, don’t you?” Crimson whispered and you nodded vigorously, “Yes, you’ve taken good care of us, so we’re going to take good care of you.”

Scarlet was whimpering and giving little gasps and wails of want, added to you squeaking their names and begging, was flooding your brain with the fog of passion and you soon hit a high again with a scream.

“Yes!” Scarlet leaned in and bit your side, huffing into your skin before pulling his teeth out, “ooh, your blood is so good. Going to love licking you clean after the babies.”

Your addled brain was just loving their babbling, and the way their red eyes raked over your body, the feel of Crimson’s hands holding you so delicately when you knew they could tear a man to bits in seconds. And even when he bit you, Scarlet hadn’t torn out a chunk, or gone too deep. Yes, you were bleeding but the bite was shallow and clearly meant to mark but not to maim.

Crimson bit your shoulder just the same, and Scarlet shot his seed into you at the same time, adding pleasure to the slight pain. “No one else will ever look at you without knowing we were here first.”

Scarlet’s grip on your thighs fell limp and the both of them curled tightly around you. “Later, another go,” he nuzzled into your stomach, which felt hot and full, “but now we rest. And we will feed you the things soft creatures like to eat.”

“Fruits and roots and the strange things we steal from the humans when they think we’re asleep,” Crimson’s sleepy voice was throwing your heart from racing into melting, feeling them lap at your wounds tenderly. “We know you humans do things to help us; we aren’t stupid. But disrespect is death in our world.”

“And you’re ours now,” Scarlet sounded so pleased, “so if they disrespect you like they used to…”

“We will make them regret before they die,” Scarlet finished with a kiss to your cheek, “sleep now. We have all the time in the world.”

[crow--caw]

[● Everyone is saying Canada is the most LGBTQ+ friendly country that exists and I don't think that's true cuz I'm Canadian and I'm queer. Maybe I need to move to another fuckin town because this place is pretty bad. I hear slurs left and right more times than I should. Maybe I'm just stupid or it's the town I'm in because I'm surrounded by homophobic assholes. I'd say we're better than America, but like where is the pro-gay, because everywhere I go I see the bare minimum of *acknowledgement* and even then I see people complaining. For every one person that says "I support gay rights" like ten others would be like "THERE ARE TOO MANY RAINBOWS GRRAAHHH FUCKING WOKE PEOPLE RUINING EVERYTHING"

Like the one pride event we had around here still got hecklers coming over and yelling slurs at children. Yeah, children. "We just wanna protect the children" STOP CALLING CHILDREN THE F SLUR! THERE WERE ACTUAL BABIES THERE AND PEOPLE WERE SCREAMING SLURS AT THEM. It went well enough but that doesn't stop the fact that people were screaming slurs at an event meant for kids. If it was adults, then I wouldn't care as much because adults can handle it. It irritates me when people scream slurs at me on the streets, but I'd rather people do that than harass children who are just enjoying some music and fun performances. The same people who say "protect the children" will look away when a four year old gets harassed by random adults for being different. It seriously broke my heart when I went on a date and overheard a mother in the back of the restaurant telling their kid what they can and can't be.

Sorry this went from "fuck Canada" to "protect the kids" but I think both issues are equally important. Canada needs fixing so its children can be happier. Guess the moral of the story is don't let today's children grow up to give up and become the person they'll hate the most. I know it's a huge task, but when people say "STOP GAYING UP OUR KIDS", I can't stress enough that children make those choices on their own and you show them early on that by making those choices, they lose the love you're supposed to give them unconditionally.]