#like I want them to Exist for me and for other people

[greenevergreens]

Not enough people fear nature, and it REALLY shows, I’m not saying you can’t or shouldn’t go out and enjoy nature, I think going out and getting out of the city and really experiencing the world in a more raw form is incredibly beneficial, to both your physical and mental health. However with that said, nature isn’t a petting zoo, and it isn’t a theme park, it’s real, and it WILL kill you if you aren’t careful.

One thing I see far too often that especially pisses me off, is how many people, seemingly without fear, interact with wildlife so freely. Wild animals won’t and don’t see you as a friend, they won’t understand that you’re trying to feed them. Charity doesn’t exist in nature, if you’re holding food and a wild animal is nearby it sees you as competition to get that food. Handing that food over, will not translate over as charity. It will fight (and potentially kill) you for that food. 

Even if an interaction with a wild animal doesn’t result in you getting injured or killed, doesn’t mean it went well, since so often human food isn’t fit for (and can even kill) wild animals. 

I know you want to help, I know you want to be nice, but giving wild animals doesn’t help. Best case scenario is the animal gets sick from the food you gave it and gets lucky and doesn’t come across another person who wants to feed it. The worst case scenario isn’t that the food kills the animal, the worse case scenario is that the animal begins to associate people with food. This increases human and wild animal interactions, this also then increases chances of aggressive or deadly interactions, as well as the potential for cross species illness transfer and a potential pandemic. And sadly often when an animal has killed a person, wild or not, they have to be put down, for the safety of the surrounding community. 

The problem with interacting with, or trying to “befriend” a wild animal, is too many people think ‘herbivore = nice and peaceful’ which couldn’t be farther than the truth. Herbivore animals, are prey animals. Prey animals are CONSTANTLY on high alert for other animals that may want to make a meal out of them. You as a person are an omnivore (I don’t give a fuck what your diet is, that’s not the same as the classification of a proper diet for your species), omnivores are predator (or predator & prey) animals. 

Herbivores don’t have the luxury of just seeing you and leaving, they have to fight back or run away. If they feel they can’t run away they will fight for their life, even though you know you aren’t a danger to them, doesn’t mean they do or can know that too. A predator animal is only going to attack for a few reasons it’s hungry and sees you as food, you’re standing in the way of the food it wants, or you are getting too close to its young. So for the most part, if you stay out of the way, give them plenty of space, and make yourself seem like too much of a risk to try to eat, they’ll leave you alone. 

A Buffalo isn’t going to see you as a friend if you try to approach it, it’s going to think you’re trying to kill it, or might try to kill it no matter how nice or gentle you try to speak or approach it. It will treat you as you’d treat a random man breaking into your house, by defending itself and its family up to and including killing you.

At work there used to be a sign on a few things that would say like "if this bubbles, run for your life" and "if you hear thumping run for cover" and "bears can and will kill you" and really in general I wish the park service was more willing to say "you are not at home, you are not at disneyland, you can die here and you can die so badly your family will have to bury an empty casket because no one will risk their own life to collect your idiot corpse."

[shikaizer]

live clash. kkarnold x reader x paigebueckers.

During a live, KK and Paige subtly confess their feelings for you and argues over who has a better chance.

It started like any other night, a spontaneous instagram live, kk was stretched out on the couch, her phone propped up and a half-finished iced tea nearby, paige lounged beside her, legs pulled up, hoodie sleeves pushed to her elbows.

the two of them were an addictive combination kk with her bubbly energy and expressive eyes, paige with that effortless calm and sharp one liners, together, they were chaos and comfort in equal measure.

the viewer count climbed quickly, notifications buzzed, comments poured in, kk waved at the screen “heyyy, hi besties! what are we up to tonight?”paige leaned over her shoulder “pretty sure your the one who dragged me into this” she said with a smirk, already scanning the comment section “oh look, they are already asking where she is.”kk rolled her eyes with a dramatic groan "okay, okay, lets get this over with, yes, she exists, no, shes not here, and no, were not dating her, yet.”

“speak for yourself” paige murmured, kk shot her a look “excuse me?” paige just smiled, lifting her coffee to her lips “im just saying, some of us might have an actual shot"

The chat exploded.

> “WAIT WHAT??”

> “Did Paige just admit to something??”

> “KK IS BLUSHING LOLOLOL”

kk tried to play it cool, but the color on her cheeks gave her away “first of all” she said, trying to regain control “you act like you’re not head over heels too.”

“i never said i wasnt” paige said, tilting her head “i just dont panic about it on live.” the air between them shifted, still light, but sharper now, a subtle current of something more personal, something unspoken.

kk crossed her arms, her smile laced with challenge “okay, then lets be real, if she had to choose… who would it be?” paige didnt flinch "lets be real, if anyone has a chance, its obviously me, i mean, come on.”

kk laughed, surprised, a little breathless “wow confident”“i mean” paige shrugged, glancing at the screen “i’ve been consistent, i dont play games, i text back, i listen when she talks.”

“so do i!” kk protested, eyes wide “i literally check her stories before i check yours, i know shes been stressed lately,i sent her that playlist to calm down, and i asked how her presentation went last week, which, by the way, you forgot to do.”

paige opened her mouth to argue, but closed it again, her jaw clenched slightly "fine" she said after a pause “your thoughtful, i’ll give you that.”

kk softened a little “i just… like her, okay? i dont know if its a thing, but when I think about her, it just feels… warm.”

their fans were practically SCREAMING in the comments.

> “STOP I’M CRYING”

>“SOMEONE GO CHECK ON HER”

>“YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH THE SAME GIRL”

kk glanced at the chat, laughing softly "yall are too loud right now.” when, without looking at paige, she added “i dont wanna fight about her.”

“I’m not fighting” paige replied. “im just saying… if either of us is gonna get her attention, i want it to be real, not some competition, shes worth more than that.”

there was a pause, one of those heavy, meaningful ones, kk nodded slowly "yeah, she is.” paige looked over at her, something vulnerable behind her usual cool “so what happens if she likes both of us?” kks laugh was soft, almost sad “then I guess we both keep trying, no pressure"

the live ended fifteen minutes later with a few silly games, some awkward giggles, and the two of them pretending nothing happened, but you knew, you felt it.

your phone buzzed right after.

PAIGE | If you saw that… sorry, or not sorry, call me?

KK | pls tell me you were watching, also, i meant what i said.

and you? you were sitting there with your phone glowing in your hand, heart pounding, wondering how in the world you’d ever choose between two people who just confessed, in their own chaotic way.

masterlist.

🔖 — @addl0vee @tndaqlwifwy @mrsarnold @melpthatsme @bellaprintz25 @janaelalfysblunt @ellehoops @belsoulss @apbueckers @uwupaige @janaelalfysloml @paige05bby @azzisbueckers @paigeluvvr @giavonnii @jupitermoonbaby @shootingstarrrrr @dalilahissilly @luldejamleer @d7dream @gabbyygoo @bravemode @latenighttalkinqwp

[heartsbyani]

i had to speak about this because this is genuinely eating me alive. so fucking disappointing and upsetting.

i swear, some of y’all are the most disrespectful, entitled people i’ve ever seen. what the actual fuck is wrong with you? the kids are finally on the south american leg of their world tour, their first time in brazil, and instead of giving them the love and respect they deserve, some of you are out here acting like complete clowns.

stalking their hotel? crowding outside and filming them while they’re on the goddamn balcony? are you kidding me? they can’t even step out to breathe without a fucking camera shoved in their face. that’s not admiration, that’s obsession. and not the good kind.

and then they go to the beach, probably thinking they could relax and enjoy a moment of peace.. but no. y’all are out there too, filming them like they’re fucking zoo animals. make it make sense !!!!! what part of the word 'privacy' is so hard to understand? these are real people. human beings. the level of audacity is insane. do you even realize how suffocating that must feel? they’re literally on the other side of the world from home, wanting to meet their fans, their supporters from around the world, excited but probably exhausted, and this is how you treat them? so fucking disappointing.

but no, it doesn’t stop there, because of course it doesn’t! let’s talk about the absolute vile shit that happened after the chile concert. some of you had the nerve, no, the fucking gall.. to bash chan. over what? ghosting bubble for a week? after his group was mobbed at the airport? after one of his teammates nearly fell because of fans trying to stick to them? really?

a line of enlightenment, he’s not your personal entertainment service. he’s a human with a life, responsibilities, and feelings. he needed a damn break. he deserved it. maybe he was tired. maybe he just wanted to exist without the constant pressure of pleasing millions of people. but no, that’s too much for some of you to comprehend.

and then, when he finally comes back, the first thing he does is check in on his home country. because, in case you missed it, oh wait, you didn’t, you just didn’t care— sk was dealing with wildfires. literal, destructive wildfires. but y’all wanted him to just pretend that didn’t exist? the man asked if the weather was okay in his home country, and you psychos lost your shit.

calling him slurs? cursing him out? saying he only cares about k-stays? because he dared to check on his country? some of you even said you’re selling your concert tickets like that’s some sort of punishment. quite frankly, do it, i dare you. better and sensible stays are out there who actually deserve to attend their concert. go sell your tickets. stray kids don’t need “fans” like you there.

and what makes it worse? chan probably saw all of that. every disgusting comment. y’all made him feel like shit. you really sat behind your screens and tore down the most caring, selfless man who has done everything for his team pretty much his family, those around him, his company, and the fandom. after all the sleepless nights, the constant work, the emotional labor, this is what he gets? and then he comes back to bubble. those messages. are you fucking serious? that broke me. that genuinely broke me.

chan doesn’t deserve this. none of the guys do. i’m so goddamn tired of this toxic shit. y’all claim to love them, but the second they don’t cater to your every whim, you turn on them like a pack of wolves. being a stay isn’t about getting constant attention. it’s not about thinking you own them. it’s about supporting them, respecting them, and appreciating everything they do. if you can’t do that, leave. nobody fucking wants you here.

and before anyone says, 'but i didn’t do any of that!' — good! then this isn’t about you. but if you ever catch yourself excusing this behavior, staying silent while your so-called stay-friends act like actual bitches, or brushing it off as 'just criticism,' then yeah, you’re part of the problem. and i’m done sugarcoating that shit.

protect skz. respect skz. and for the love of everything, leave chris alone. i’m fucking done.

[nightingale-prompts]

Demoted-DCxDP prompt

Another day another hero coming into Danny's space. Danny's R&R pocket dimension has been host to heroes coming and going as they please and at this point he has surrendered to it. The only real issue he has is them asking for help or advice. Sure he's on the level of a multidimensional God but that doesn't mean he actually wants to interfere with the world. He sees the bigger picture and the movements of the universes and knows the full extent of his powers effects on it. Simply put. He helps them in a wrong way and it will mean the aftershocks will ripple across all reality.

Sure it's enough to make a believer to reject all gods when they realize that he has to power to do whatever but chooses not to. But listen Danny is not a god. It's their job to manage their creations. Not his. He didn't make any sentient being.

Still, they come asking for help, and Danny does what little he can/wants to do(which is little). He makes artifacts. Small and useful things to help like a magical gadget to assist them.

He expects payment of course but that another thing.

Right now he was being badgered for advice by...um what's his face? Umm, green guy? The one with the uh...ring. Yeah him not the other green one with the stupid beard. Danny thought he was cool dude. Not like the other one from that other dimension, ugh. He was an edgy asshole, no wonder no one cared when he died. Danny didn't went want him so he booted him into a new dimension and life almost instantly.

Always the green guy was asking for advice about something.

"The red lanterns have their own reason to exist but is that right? To live in hate? Of course, they are evil but if their leader was vanquished could they turn to better purpose?" Hal asked the floating teen who was half listening as he observed the universe from inside his observatory.

Danny sighed as he adjusted his telescope. The view instantly focused on Atrocitus.

"The question is if anger could be put to good use. Atrocitus wants revenge but you seek him and his lanterns to avenge. One is done in vindictiveness and the other in righteous justice. Righteous, anger, justice, resentment, malice, and desire. These are all just words to me created to describe abstract excuses you make for yourselves. Right or wrong it doesn't matter." Danny sighed.

"Right and wrong does matter." Hal frowned.

"Oh, so you are telling me? The way I see it, it a petty concern because rage will always exist. Who are you to say it's wrong Green." Danny laughed at him like he was talking to a child.

"There is a wrong way to express anger. When you hurt innocent people to get your revenge. And there is a fair way to get retribution so that other people do not get hurt. You should only hold those who have done wrong accountable but punishment should be fair. It should be done to prevent more pain. Even if no one is happy with the results you shouldn't torture someone because you are hurt. There is a right way and anger isn't always the answer....but it is a part of healing. I won't condemn them for being angry because I understand where it comes from. But their way as it is now is not the answer."

Danny rolled his eyes.

"Great, so you have your answer. Didn't need me to help you did you?" Danny said shifting the viewfinder again back to his previous task "Seriously, if you need validation on whether you are doing the right thing get a sidekick."

Hal got a weird look in his eyes.

"No way. I'd have to demote myself back to a solid corporeal form." Danny crossed his arms.

"But you are still a kid. A teenager at that. I'll take good care of you and everything. What's wrong with going back to being a human.'

"Half-human." Danny corrected "and stop talking before the other ancients overhear and agree."

"Actually, I agree. You need to stay connected to sentient life while you're still young. And you have been rude lately. I think the lanterns will suit you."

****

Hal:So this is my new sidekick the Grey Lantern.

Danny:*crewing off his fingers to get rid of the fused black and white Lantern ring he has been fused with*

Bruce: Isn't he the god we have been using as a contact?

Diana: Ancient actually.

Barry: I think he's trying to kill himself.

Hal: Don't worry, he can't. His rings unique oath is about forming a cycle of life and death. He can't die or be revived. He's just stressed, like how a parrot plucks it's feathers.

[1322daysofdoey]

Spreading my orange Kevin agenda... Read my ramblings... This is going to be stupidly long as I try to explain everything here so I apologize in advance.

To try to break this down, basically the main reason I think Kevin is orange and not red is because of the arrangement of the heads in his monster form, which are arranged in a similar "triangle" fashion to the colors on Doey himself (one on his top-right, one on his top-left, one on the bottom-center). Not only that, but this color arrangement is ALSO present in his logo (two "tall" yellow and orange letters - d and h, and one "low-hanging" red letter between them - g), so I get the impression that this was done on purpose rather than a coincidence. So, looking at his monster form, Kevin is easily identifiable by his angry expression, and with this arrangement in mind he corresponds to the orange color placement.

So, then, between the last two heads, how did I determine which one is Matthew and which one is Jack? The answer is going back to the logo and looking at the hands. Each one is posed differently, and I feel that this is reflective of each boy's personality. The orange hand is a fist, which further supports that color representing Kevin due to his aggression. The red hand is pointing, which I feel is a good representation of Matthew's leadership and charisma. So then Jack is yellow, the open hand, by process of elimination. You could counterargue that a pointing finger could be accusatory, and that a fist in the air could represent leadership. But because of the previous point about the consistent arrangement of the colors/faces, I'm pretty confident about Kevin being orange, so that really just leaves me with the other interpretation.

I also think that these colors make more sense when thinking about the actual body parts that the colors are applied to. Orange is one of Doey's arms, which I think fits much better for Kevin than the legs would. Meanwhile, I think the legs work well for Matthew because he's the "support" and stability of the trio. It also makes the "three boys in a trench coat" jokes work better this way lol, you make Matthew the "legs" of the disguise because he's the oldest and tallest to carry the other two but then don't even make him the color of the legs? smh

Then my last two points are a bit more minor, but I wanted to mention anyway:

Firstly, the emotional association of the colors. I feel like the red Kevin fanon is specifically because red is seen as "the angry color" or "the bad color" (Kevin is NOT bad or evil FYI but you know how some people are about this sort of thing...), but then they're forgetting that red is also the color of love. (I mean hello, we're talking about the same game where Bobby BearHug exists?) Matthew has so much love for friends and family, I think it suits him well. And then orange is still a "fiery" color that can fit for Kevin's intense emotions, yeah?

Then secondly, the official "order" of the boys. Their experiment numbers are given a letter at the end to differentiate the three, with Jack being 1322A, Kevin being 1322B, and Matthew being 1322C. Youngest to oldest. And, if Kevin is orange instead of red, it would also make them ordered by color hue. A, B, C. Yellow, orange, red. It just makes sense, it feels right. It feels like something that would be done on purpose. Especially when combined with everything else I've already pointed out in this post.

Gonna finish this off with addressing another potential counterargument, though:

"But Doey's own character designer drew art where they color-coded the boys as yellow Jack, orange Matthew, and red Kevin! So doesn't that make those colors official?" Bro they literally say in their post that it "isn't canon" and is just fan art. You can already tell that it's not canon just based on Jack being a literal infant baby that looks nothing like the canon kid we see in the video lol. Furthermore, while Max is Doey's character designer, that doesn't mean they were responsible for any of the symbolism, foreshadowing, etc. regarding his backstory. They designed the character, but that doesn't mean they designed the logo for example. And, interestingly, in their concept art for monster Doey, you know what's noticeably different from the final version? The three heads inside Doey's mouth. They all share the same expression, so we can't tell which one is Kevin in this version. We don't know who was responsible for minor adjustments between this concept art and the final in-game design, so it's possible that someone on the team other than Max wanted that detail to be included. So in other words, I think that if each boy is indeed meant to correspond to a specific color on Doey, I don't think it was Max who chose which kid is which color, nor would they necessarily even know the "correct" color-coding since the possible hints about it that I talk about in this post are easy to miss if you're not hopelessly brainrotted like I am, and aren't important to understanding the lore. So they may have just fallen into the same "red = angry" logic that most of the fandom did.

But yeah whatever, man. I just wanted to get this out there.

[baronessvonglitter]

Just a Ride

dbf!Dave York x f!Reader | wc: 3.6K

Summary: When a date goes bad you call your dad's best friend Dave to come to the rescue.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Dave is your dad's best friend. Mention of his daughter but none of Carol - what happened to her? Is she dead? Did she leave him? Don't know don't care, but she doesn't exist because for once I didn't want to write an adulterous Dave. Age gap (reader is 20s Dave is in his 40s). Bad, handsy date. Reader wears a dress and makeup but is otherwise not described much. Protective!Dave. Mention of drinking alcohol. Mutual pining. Pet names (princess). Fingering. Car sex. Unprotected p in v. (Dave can hit it raw with me anytime). Wistful/sad ending. No use of y/n. Never beta'd because fuck it we ball.

a/n: Hi, my name is Adriana and when I was a kid I had two pet baby turtles named Michaelangelo and Raphael (I was planning on getting two more to be Donatello and Leonardo) but they "ran away" (parent-speak for they died) and I think about them every day.

So this is the fic that won out. It was 97% done and I just needed to fill a couple holes (hehe). I don't think I've ever read a dbf!Dave fic before, though I highly doubt mine's the first. I'd gladly accept recommendations below if you know any! Please enjoy 🖤❤️

dividers by @thecutestgrotto 👑

DAVE YORK MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

Dave sits at the bar, pretending to find his Scotch very interesting, doing his best to stay unnoticed. He's dressed casually in jeans, a black tee and a leather jacket, blending in. Now and again he checks his watch or his phone, but he's secretly got you in his sights.

In his peripheral vision he sees you at your table with your date. You're talking, laughing, charming each other. Seemingly having a good time. But he's good at reading people. That smile on your face doesn't quite reach your eyes, and when you laugh at one of your date's lame jokes the sound is hollow, not how you usually peal out in laughter.

He knows a lot about you, having known you nearly your whole life as your dad's closest friend. He knows the date isn't going great and that you deserve better than the jackass who's sitting across from you, leaning in a little too close to you, fixing the shoulder strap of your red dress and using that as an excuse to touch you without your permission. Dave's blood starts to boil.

He waits for your signal, ready to pounce though he looks to all the world like he's relaxing with a drink.

Suddenly his phone lights up with a call from you. He briefly glances your way, seeing you trying to be discreet about your call while hiding your phone in your lap as your date is seemingly in the dark. When your gazes meet you give a small, nervous smile and an almost imperceptible nod. Dave immediately jumps into action.

He's jammed up by a couple of wait staff with loaded trays, and he manages to dodge them, but by the time he gets to your table you're struggling with your date, his hand around your arm in a vise grip.

"Hey!" He shouts. "Let her go. Now." He stands protectively at your side, giving this idiot a chance to do the right thing and walk away. His stance is intimidating to the much younger man, and he watches with a calm air of authority as your date slowly releases your arm.

"You need to leave, now. And don't even think about coming near her again," he growls.

Defeated, and not wanting to cause a further scene, your date puts his hands up and leaves, muttering under his breath. Dave makes sure he's gone from the restaurant before turning his attention to you. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm okay," you tell him, wiping a little tear away. "Thank you for that.."

His expression softens, his temper melting and giving way to concern. "Don't mention it. I told you I'd have your back." His hand is on your arm now, gently soothing where your date had grabbed you just moments before.

"Would you.." you softly hiccup through your tears. "Would you take me home? He was my ride."

"Of course," he says, glad to be able to escort you safely back home. "Let's get you home."

You settle into the passenger side of Dave's SUV, the same one that not many years ago he'd driven you to volleyball practice in when your parents were too busy to do so. It still smelled of leather and coffee and Dave's own special scent, the one you'd only ever gotten whiffs of during a rare hug.

You were close with his daughters until the three of you went your separate ways after high school. You're the only one who stayed behind, preferring to be closer to home.

Maybe a part of you stayed because you have a crush on your father's best friend.

Not that he'd ever notice you that way. He'd always maintained a polite, never-overly-friendly persona with you. It had changed when you'd started dating, and he and your father became a pair of ultimate authority figures when it came time for your date to pick you up. When you were younger and yearning for your freedom, you hated how they questioned your dates, asked for photo IDs, wrote down license plate numbers "just in case".

Now, having known what the dating pool was like, you appreciate Dave's overprotectiveness. It was actually you who'd reached out and asked him to be your emergency getaway if you'd needed it. You never had until tonight.

He starts the engine, looking over to you to make sure you're buckled in. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, of course.. but what happened?"

"He was really insistent on going back to his place after dinner.. even after I said no," you mumble,

His fingers grip the steering wheel too tightly as he maneuvers the SUV out into the late Saturday traffic. "I see. I don't like the sound of that. Good thing you called me when you did. You never know what could have happened."

"Yeah," you agree, shivering when you think of the look in your date's eyes when you'd rejected him. "I'm just glad I called you."

"You know you can always count on me to be there for you, no matter what."

"Thank you." You place your hand lightly on his knee, a touch meant, at first, to be of the friendly sort, but in the dark of this vehicle you feel the spark of something more.

"You don't have to thank me," Dave deflects. "I would do anything to keep you safe." True, he'd felt a jolt of electricity at your unexpected touch, and his heart rate speeds up momentarily. His mind races with a mixture of unexpected feelings.

"You always look out for everyone, Dave.. who looks out for you?" You watch him as he drives, see his handsome silhouette in the city lights. He's chuckling now, caught off guard by your question. The truth is, he's so used to being the protector that he often neglects his own needs and feelings. He gives you a sidelong glance, contemplating your question.

"Nobody, I suppose.. not really. I'm usually the one doing the looking out."

"Must be lonely," you say, your hand still resting on his knee.

His thick fingers tap against the steering wheel as he considers your comment. It stings a bit to hear it, to have his own loneliness acknowledged, like a mini-autopsy of his middle age. But he knows you, and that you're asking from a place of pure empathy.

"Maybe a bit, yeah. But it's a role I'm used to. Besides, you're here now, aren't you? That keeps the loneliness at bay, for a little while at least."

A smile grows over your lips, heat filling your cheeks at the compliment. "I like that.."

Dave's usual stoicism melts away under your soft demeanor and youthfulness. You're young and haven't yet had the weight of the world on your shoulders.

The ride passes in quiet comfort, even as with each moment he can't help feeling your hand on his knee, knowing it's not going to be easy to just drop you off and go back home to what is a less exciting life than you might think. He pulls up to your house and into the driveway he's parked in hundreds of times before to visit your dad.. and lately, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of you.

"Thanks again.. for everything," you tell him, not making any move to leave.

"Anytime," he says quickly. "It's what I'm here for. And hey.. if you ever need anything or just want someone to talk to, don't hesitate to call, okay?"

A smile graces your lips, forced because everything he's said is exactly what you'd expect him to say. And if the charge between you tells you anything, it's that there's unexplored business between you.

His gaze roams over your face, seeing you for your own person rather than just the product of your parents. Your lips are plump and glossy, and he has a feeling he knows just how they'd taste if he were to kiss you.

He shouldn't be thinking like that.

If he were a real gentleman he'd hop out and open the door for you, walk you up to your parents' house and bid you good night, maybe step in and have a beer with your dad and say hi to your mom. You could go your separate ways and that'd be that.

But you're here, and you're not making any motion to leave, not the feeblest attempt. In fact you're looking at him so expectantly that it pulls at his heart, floods his dick with need so that he's already getting hard.

You shouldn't be looking at him like that.

Without a word he reaches out and touches your cheek lightly, his fingertips running delicately over your jaw. Your breath catches in your throat, which makes his own pulse miss a beat. The rough pad of his thumb brushes against your bottom lip, slightly sticky now with your gloss but he doesn't care. He's wound up tight, watching your eyes flit to his own lips and remain there, likely imagining the very thing he's imagining.

Unable to resist any longer, his hand cups your chin and gently tilts your face up, his dark brooding eyes studing yours for a moment before he leans in. The gap between you disappears as he presses his lips against yours, the kiss gentle yet possessive. The electricity between you could light up a small town, and both of you give into the feeling.

His hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, exploring your mouth with an urgency fueled by desire. The heat builds between you, the air filled with the heady mixture of forbidden lust.

Your hand cups the back of his neck while you kiss, fingers combing through the short strands of his hair. It sets a shiver through him, knowing he's in your parents' driveway, kissing their only daughter like he's some twenty-something idiot thinking with his dick.

You don't push him away, you encourage him further, letting him pull you forward by the small of your back as he tries to erase any vestige of space remaining between you two. The kiss grows rougher, hungrier, the pent-up tension between you finally reaching its breaking point as you press together, seeking each other's heat.

Like-minded, you pull him down on top of you in the passenger seat as he presses you down, neither of you thinking of anything except what comes next, the desperate need to get as close as possible. Your hands slip under his jacket before he removes it, growling softly in pleasure that you want this too, as he settles between your thighs.

He kisses down your jaw, nipping at your skin, exploring the soft flesh of your neck. Your whispers of encouragement as you rake your fingers through his hair only goads him on, responding diligently, his kisses growing more fervent and urgent with each passing moment as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses and soft bites.

He watches you as he starts to unbutton your dress. "Is this okay?" he whispers. The straps of your dress are already slipping down your shoulders, revealing their softness.

You whisper "yes," and he gently pulls the top down until your satin bra is revealed. He's transfixed by the sight, your bra doing nothing to hide the rise and fall of your chest. His eyes darken with desire, his gaze heavy-lidded. He's torn between wanting to devour you and wanting to savor this moment, though who knows how much time you have?

"We really shouldn't be doing this," he murmurs, pressing hot kisses to the tops of your breasts and smiling when you arch up into his touch. "We could get caught."

"I don't care," you tell him, and he believes it.

"You want this?" he asks, nuzzling your soft skin, knowing he'll be devastated if you say no.

"Dave," you say in a soft and sweet chuckle. "I've wanted this for a long time.."

He lifts the hem of your dress, pressing wet kisses along your skin as he works his way down your torso, his fingers curling into the edge of your underwear waistband. Red satin to match your bra and your dress. You were expecting to get fucked tonight and he's going to see to it that you are.

You pull him down and he settles on top of you, his body slotting perfectly between your legs. He's close enough now that you can feel the heat radiating off him, his stiff cock trapped in his jeans as he rubs against you.

Lifting your hips to his, you grind on him, making a wet spot on his crotch through the dark denim. Dave groans softly, his mouth millimeters from yours. "That's it, princess. Use me," he says with a gruff edge to his voice. Your hands grip his shoulders as he starts to rub against you, the friction growing hotter by the second. "You like using me, huh?" he whispers, his hips moving in time with yours.

"Yes," you eke out, your panties already soaked through. Dave feels it, your heat radiating through the sheer material. Your intoxicating scent is all around him and he breathes it in.

"You're making a mess of me, you know that?" His voice is rough, thick with need as his hands slide under your panties, his fingers seeking out the wetness that has already begun to pool between your legs. Your back arches at the deliciously forbidden glide of two of his fingers easing in, filling you up and stretching you. "Tell me what you want."

"I want- I want to come," you gasp, unable to concentrate on much else besides the feel of his fingers inside you.

Dave's already hard cock is painfully erect, but he's focused on your pleasure first. His fingers glide in and his mouth waters at how tight, hot, and wet you are for him. He leans down and gives a gentle bite to your bare shoulder. "You want to come for me? I'm giving it to you, you've got to take it."

Your body grows taut under his touch, your nails digging into his shoulders. He can see you teetering on the edge, balancing on the precipice of bliss. "Come for me, princess. Let me hear you," he commands. His fingers curl inside you as the pad of his thumb rubs your clit and he smiles when you start to come for him. Your hips lift up and your thighs threaten to close around his wrist. Colors dance behind your eyes as pure exhilaration warms you from head to toe. He keeps rubbing you in soft circles, coaxing you through your orgasm and his other hand gently cradles your cheek as he leans in for a kiss, swallowing up your sweet moans as you melt on his fingers. He doesn't stop until he feels your body relax, and then he removes his hand from between your legs and sucks your sweetness of them. He lets out a soft hum, his dark orbs never leaving yours. "You taste like heaven," he says, and you pull him down for another kiss, tasting yourself in his mouth.

Your hands fly to his belt, undoing it and pulling down his pants with it. He dares a quick glance at the front of the house but all is still. You're so eager there's no way he'd even want to stop. Even if your dad were to come out with a shotgun aimed at him-

All other thought flies out the window as he feels your hand grasp him through his boxer briefs. "Big," you say with a gasp. His hips buck involuntarily against your hand. "Yeah? You like that?"

Nodding, you whisper, "I want it," and reach your hand inside to start stroking him. He's already too turned on for any further teasing. His only thought is to get inside you.

He pulls his boxer briefs down and positions himself between your legs, his body covering yours in the passenger seat, his hips aligned with yours. "Ready, princess?" He nibbles at your ear.

"Yes," you reply breathily, the ache growing inside you. You've been waiting for this for years and now, as the thick tip of his cock presses into you, he starts to open you up, sinking into your channel, slowing to let you adapt to him inch by blessed inch.

God, you've never felt so full, no one has ever made you feel like this. Dave bottoms out, careful not to hurt you, though his hips twitch when you mewl with pleasure. "You feel so good, so wet," he says, holding you in place as he starts shallow thrusts.

"So do you.." Your legs are hooked over his arms as he controls the pacing, leaning in to brush a small kiss to your cheeks, forehead, lips and nose.

"You like the way I'm filling you up? No one's ever been this deep inside you, I can tell. You're so fucking tight."

"You're so big," you sigh, melting around him as he starts slow. "I think I can feel you in my stomach."

"You're taking it so well though." He withdraws slowly, savoring the way you feel around him, before plunging back in with a little more force, watching your breasts and belly jiggle with the movement.

"Fuck!" you gasp as he drives in again, your cunt squeezing around him as if to keep him there. But he starts a slow and sensual pace, his hips rolling against yours smoothly, your body moving with his as if in a dance, as if there's no hurry to finish this. His gaze is locked on you, watching as you writhe beneath him. "You feel amazing," he groans. Every sound you make feeds into his pleasure and so he moves a little faster, checking in with you to see if that's okay, noticing that hitch in your breath when he presses in deep, hitting that hot spot deep inside that makes you see stars. He increases just slightly, just enough to send you right to the edge before he slows down again.

"You're teasing me," you whine as he slows, your heart rate picking up speed as your pleasure ebbs.

"And what if I am?" Dave smirks, his thumb brushing your clit again.

"Dave," your body tenses as he adds the pressure, crying out in delight. He loves the way you lose control and he's desperate to make you moan over and over again, he needs to hear his name flow from your lips that way.

"Come for me," he rumbles, so close to the edge himself. He needs you to come first, needs to feel you quake and clench around him before he even thinks about coming.

Your legs encircle his hips, and he thinks there's nothing better than to be housed between your sweet thighs. He slows his thrusts, moving inside you until you demand more, your nails on his shoulders leaving crescent shaped marks under his shirt.

He watches as you come, memorizing the beauty of how you look, completely undone in this moment, keeping himself moving even as you squeeze and shudder around his cock.

"Good girl," he says. "Tell me where you want it." His breathing is getting heavier and his cock is starting to swell, starting to pulse and there's not much time.

"Inside," you tell him, and he's thankful for that. He's not sure he'd be able to pull out anyway, the way your sweet pussy is gripping him like it owns him.

That's all it takes to send him over the edge. Dave lets out a guttural groan, his body shuddering as his hips stutter then still while he comes, painting your walls with his spend.

The car windows are fogged up, the two of you still trying to catch your breath. The scent of sex and your perfume are in the air. Dave shifts a little, lifting himself enough to look down at you, his eyes dark and hooded. He can't help but push the loose strands away from your face, his touch gentle and almost reverent. His eyes soften and his lips brush your forehead.

"I sure didn't think that would happen," you giggle a little, coming down from your high.

"Life is full of surprises, princess," he responds, his eyes glittering with playfulness.

The lights above the garage come on and you remember that you're parked in your parents' driveway. Both of you scramble to get your clothes on, not wanting to get caught in such a compromising position.

"I guess I should go," you tell Dave once you're both decent. Though the last thing you want to do is leave him. Especially when you can still feel him inside you, his stickiness, the imprint of himself left behind.

"Yeah," he nods, his visage returning to that of the protective family friend.

"Do you want to come in?"

He chuckles darkly at that. Your dad would know. He'd know and Dave would be in a world of shit. "That's not a good idea right now."

Instead he watches as you walk to the door, your key fumbling in the lock until your dad comes and opens it. He's in his night robe, hair mussed, probably just awoken from his sleep. When he spots Dave's car in the driveway he raises his hand in acknowledgement and Dave does the same.

But he doesn't drive off. He waits.

The light comes on in your bedroom, and you appear at the window. You blow him a kiss and he hesitates before deciding not to catch it. He knows you'll understand why. So he nods, giving a smile and wishing you could feel the lurch of his heart as he turns on the engine and drives home.

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[carcassolie]

Well idk about you but as someone who's been into astrology and all things related to human behavior for 10 years, I appreciate the people who at least try to understand themselves and the people around them but not all of them are gifted with emotional intelligence. Even when they're wrong, it gives us a reason to understand why they made such a conclusion and why they are stuck somewhere.

The ones you're speaking of are probably those TikTok ones that migrated to Tumblr these recent years. They probably don't even know that astrology isn't just the sun sign, or don't even know that Hellenistic astrology exists.

As for those people with pattern recognition, they exist, they're the type of people to see life in cycles, how history repeats itself, they're not rare nowadays but I assure you, it's confirmed that 99% of them are spiritual (even when they don't follow a spiritual path). Many different typologies confirmed this and I've seen them around here (including you). In the daily mundane, these people aren't common and possibly seen as "stupid", but when it comes to philosophies, astrology and all, they're the best.

I understand your anger, but you really can't do anything about it☹️ because not everyone thinks the way you do, not everyone will agree with me also. Instead, we should basically just encourage people to learn at least the basics. I'll remind you that most people that are interested (not practicing) astrology all come here to learn about their future spouse and if they're gonna succeed or not. instead of insults and focusing on the problem, we should take it from another angle and get the people to ACTUALLY appreciate what astrologers do, how they read, and it's not just non sense but an actual study with its rules and applications. What you're saying is something akin to stop using ai art, but only the minority will listen. It's a sad reality tbh but the only thing we could do is have these types of people (most of them, young girls) not get too brainwashed by the superficial.

There are two types of people here in our community, those who are realistic and honest, the others superficial and generalize everything. I believe we must see both sides, because if you wanna solve such a problem you gotta understand why those people make such biased views, it could be their trauma, or they're just a hater, or more.

It's like this with every other community that studies humans, let it be tarot, typologies, palmistry, even those silly pseudoscience, probably medical too. You can't change how people think and process their logic, but you can certainly CHANGE what they think about.

Tbh your feelings are so valid, but these events are happening everywhere, not everyone will respect what you fully believe in nor practice, you should focus more on those who want to actually believe and make a change🥲

Astro observations are so funny cause you can tell when certain "notes" are just vent sessions about specific people with random placements slapped on the title.

You didn't "observe" anything, you're just mad at a specific Scorpio Venus.

[webtomo]

While I am optimistic about Tomodachi Life: Living The Dream and will probably be buying it and playing it regardless of anything, there are a few things that kinda potentially concern me about the game. I assume most of these will be addressed at some point in the future, but I want to run through them real quick.

1 - The "New Horizons" problem.

Though I did play a lot of New Horizons when it came out and did thoroughly enjoy it, it is undeniable that the game is held back by a number of flaws. Most notably, the fact that they significantly stripped back a number of features (especially near the time of release) as well as the general "softening" of the game. Now, don't get me wrong, New Horizons is far from a bad game. But many things sort of hold me back from considering it the definitive Animal Crossing experience, especially after coming off of New Leaf/Welcome Amiibo. I do really enjoy the customization of the game, but in many ways it almost feels like they had forgone things like villagers personalities and their autonomy in order to make that happen. Not to mention the fact that many key elements of the series were not in the game at all at launch, and were instead added in later updates. I am hoping that at the very least, the team behind Living The Dream will be able to learn from the negative aspects of New Horizons. Tomodachi Life is a series that, in part, is made by the randomness of every social interaction and is way more heavily focused on social interaction than Animal Crossing as a whole is. So with that in mind, I do hope that they don't entirely drop the ball in that regard and can present us with something interesting. Another big aspect of Tomodachi Life is relationships and the drama that the islanders get themselves into, so I hope that they allow for those things to continue to be relevant in this entry without dampening the personalities of the islanders.

2 - Gay Marriage.

I think most people know about this by now, but back when Tomodachi Life originally came out a controversy sprung about, named the Miiquality movement. This movement was centered around making Nintendo acknowledge and allow gay couples to exist in Tomodachi Life, since it was one of the only games in the life simulation genre to not allow it. Nintendo responded by claiming that they would promise to include it in a potential sequel, since it was too late for them to change anything in the original Tomodachi Life for 3DS. Now, this is a net good thing, and I and many other have been asking for this for a long time. However, I am somewhat worried that for whatever reason, they do something to work around the gay marriage thing. It honestly would probably be kind of stupid for them to do this, but I can very easily picture a reality where they forgo the entire existing relationship system and replace it with something else, maybe something like the Miitopia system or something. But honestly, at that point, it would just be easier to allow gay marriage outright since the Miitopia relationship system was the reason that game was marked as an 18+ title in Russia and Nintendo seemingly had no issues with releasing the game there despite it. Nowadays, we live in 2025. There is no reason for them to not include it at this point. Tomodachi Life for 3DS released in 2013 in Japan and 2014 everywhere else, which predated the legalization of gay marriage in the United States and a number of other places in which the game released, and is still not fully legal to this day in Japan (but is pretty close to potential legalization at the time of writing). Nowadays, Nintendo seems more open to the idea of having visibly queer characters in their games, for instance the Fire Emblem series allows you to be gay in most of their modern releases. Just last year, the Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door remake officially canonized trans Vivian, so I do think the option is still on the table.

3 - Scale and design.

The trailer we have seen shows some already significant design changes in this game compared to the previous two, which honestly I do think looks decent and I have positive thoughts on the art direction as a whole. However with any big new changes, there are bound to be some rough points. The flatness of the island we have seen is a little weird, which I assume may be related to a potential building feature, in which case is fine, but in many ways honestly feels like a visual downgrade from the 3DS version. Albeit we have not seen too much so far regarding the appearance of the island, and if island customization is a thing then that could potentially negate that issue entirely. However, a bigger concern of mine is the scale of the island itself. I am somewhat worried now that since each islander is living in a little cabin instead of an apartment, that the amount of Miis you are able to add will be limited. This isn't entirely a deal breaker necessarily, however I think most people would agree that it would be extremely disappointing if the game forces you to limit the amount of people on your island arbitrarily. I think if they were to cut down the amount of Miis per island, a reasonable minimum should be at least 50. Ideally I would prefer if the cap of 100 Miis was still a thing, since its a pretty reasonable number and I would be happy if they even allowed for more than that. Though if they do decide to limit the islanders to a smaller number, then I think it would honestly kill a lot of the hype for this game, since a big aspect of Tomodachi Life is the broadness of interactions possible between many islanders at a time. The Switch is more powerful than the 3DS so I am hoping they at least have some way around this issue, but the Switch isn't necessarily a powerhouse to begin with, so we will see how that pans out.

With all of that being said, I am still very excited for this game. I imagine future news will address some of these issues, but for now I guess we will just have to wait and see what happens. I will continue to post more about Living The Dream as more news presents itself.

[heideez]

man i just love the sea grunkles 😭😭🫶🫶

a few (many) frequently written elements that i love and wanna talk about bc i feel like yapping:

- ford’s health anxiety. when he worries about stan’s health to a ridiculous degree, or oscillates between “he can have whatever he wants his mind got erased!! he saved the world!!” and “oh my god he’s going to die this man is in such poor health i need to concoct 357 potions to regrow his teeth and fix his eyes and—”

- stan reintroducing ford to human food. yes king you throw those fucking nutrient pills overboard! especially love when ford rediscovers his love for sweet things. no way this man was not malnourished coming thru the portal.

- looking identical again. the previous two often play into this with stan being more active/eating better and losing weight, ford actually eating and gaining some, plus them being back together + in sync just makes them look more similar + honestly ten years younger.

- mutual guilt. both of them are haunted by their past mistakes, but constantly dismiss the other’s. they both blame themselves for their mess of a history and are constantly trying to reassure their twin. “it was my fault.” “no, it was My fault!”

-mutual anxiety over the other’s safety. especially after ford learns more about stan’s past. they are determined to die of simultaneous heart attacks and will not hear it any other way (they both secretly think they’ll die first but ford is blatantly wrong and in denial)

- them acting like kids again/behaving childishly. they both deserve this, plus they return to elements of their dynamic that existed the last time it was good, which would have been as teens.

-petty fights. both of these men are deeply flawed. let them argue over shit that does not matter and then instantly regret it because they’ve lost Too Much Time.

- both being inept with modern technology. bonus points if ford takes the phone like “ill handle this” and fails to handle it. extra bonus points if fiddleford navigates it easily.

- PLATONIC (!!!!!!!) physical touch/cuddles. bonus points if feral ford is involved here. but i just love it in general because i feel like that’s their love language in a way. wether it’s playful shoves/noogies or freaking out and needing to be close to each other after nightmares, across the board it’s one of my favorite things with them.

- stan demonstrating his accrued science knowledge but Choosing not to use the calculations side of it because he hates it and it reminds him of the portal work (unless ford asks very nicely or gives him the puppy dog eyes)

- stan being unable to say no to ford. not like literally unable but he’s Very easily guilted and again. the puppy dog/sad wet bird eyes. bonus points if stan uses similar tactics to get ford to do basic self care!

anyway expect some sea grunkles content from me soon because they live in my brain. and let me know if you have any more tropes you love with them, because i always want to hear people’s yap/thoughts on them and their dynamic.

(this is all 10000% and strictly platonic. do NOT tag as ship or i will instantly block you. hate that i have to say this.)

[aod1098]

Yeah alright, fair point. The way I see it, the woman’s reproductive system holds all of the “control”, even when it comes to fertilization. If sperm isn’t “up to par,” it isn’t even able to enter an egg. And overall, I don’t think the effort required of a man's body is at all comparable to the effort required of a woman's body when it comes to reproduction.

The woman’s body does most of the work, I agree with that one. It's just that the child is just as much of the man’s as the woman’s. It takes two, that's all I was saying.

But there literally are instances where a woman’s life is in danger, because of pregnancy. Instances where the pregnancy is not even viable, as is the case with an ectopic pregnancy. Banning abortion has fatal consequences for all pregnant women, not just the ones who elect for abortions.

It's been argued that there is no reason for an abortions, but if for whatever there is a case I have never known anyone to be against this one. At least for an ectopic pregnancy where the mothers life is in danger. If the fetus is already dead too.

Josseli Barnica and Navaeh Crain were two women who died in Texas because doctors refused to perform abortions in a timely manner while they were actively miscarrying or, in Crain’s case, already in sepsis. Neither were previously considering abortion, and both wanted their babies. They experienced random medical emergencies that can happen with pregnancy and although their babies could not have been saved, they themselves could have and should have been. This kind of medical malpractice will only become more commonplace the more restricted abortion care is. Unrestricted abortion is a necessary evil, so to speak, to minimize loss of life until we eliminate the issues that push women to get abortions in the first place. There is a reason that underdeveloped countries, where sexism is more rampant, the population is predominantly poor, and there is limited access to contraceptives and education, see significantly higher rates of abortion regardless of whether it’s legal.

Those were both sad cases, but they were not because of any abortion ban. There's a lot of misconceptions about the abortion bans, saving the life of the mother is not jeopardized with them. Those cases were clear malpractice. The doctors could've done something earlier and I know at least one of those doctors had a history of malpractice.

Unrestricted abortion is a bad idea. Again, saving the mother is not hindered under the abortion laws pro life people are for. Most abortions are not for that case anyway. Also need to get a really good doctor because there's also been cases where the mothers was told that an abortion was necessary, but that was not the case.

I know that it’s not possible to completely dissuade everyone from breaking the law, but we could be doing a lot better than we are right now when it comes to prosecuting and preventing rapists. A good start would be to enact much harsher punishments for more “minor” crimes like voyeurism, harassment, public indecency, stalking, verbal or written threats, etc. These lesser crimes are precursors for more violent crimes like rape. If men realize that they are unable to get away with lesser crimes, the deterrent effect will be multiplied when it comes to more serious offenses, and a significantly smaller number of them will escalate to rape or other sexually motivated violent offenses. Sexual predators are more than capable of controlling themselves, they just choose not to when they think they won’t face any consequences for their behavior.

I believe in harsher punishments. Specifically with rapists to be castrated. They lose those things for misusing them. Seems far to me. For minor crimes I'm for a little more harsher punishments as well. But I don't see murdering the innocent as a good solution for the time being. The little life did nothing but exist and it's being brutally killed.

Improvements in sex education and knowledge of women’s reproductive health will also lower rates of unwanted pregnancies. We have men out here who think the pullout method is foolproof, and women who believe tracking their menstrual cycles and only having sex during certain phases of it is adequate birth control. You can tell people to just abstain all you want, but if they don’t know exactly what from and why they’re abstaining, they just won’t do it. It’s easy to hand wave and just say they should know better but that’s not going to actually do anything to decrease the number of unwanted pregnancies in the world or the number of women seeking abortions.

I don't know how much working on the sex education will improve anything. We've kept trying so called improvement and it hasn't helped. So I'm not sure it'll help, but if it does then I'm all for decreasing the deaths.

I disagree with the notion that religion is what keeps men in line. Religion has been around for thousands of years and in all that time men have been raping and killing like their lives depend on it. I would argue that it’s the opposite, that the inviolability of religion in our current and past cultures is what allows men to get away with treating women as subhuman, all under the guise of piety and devotion to a higher power. You can insist that Christianity is misinterpreted and misrepresented until the cows come home, but it doesn’t change the fact that for all of its existence men have used it to subordinate women.

Religion keeps people in line in general. It outlines guides to getting closer to the higher power, whatever it may be. It makes humans out to be more than just stardust. Christianity really is misinterpreted a whole lot. And no, men have not used it to subordinate women. It actually made it easier for women. Christianity gave more certain guidelines for men. Before Christianity men could just sleep with whoever they wanted despite having a wife, they could treat women however they wanted, they could kill their kids if they weren't deemed “adequate” , and just in general gave women more of a voice. We take for granted all the rights we do have and forget how we got them (depending on which country we're in). Christianity as a whole helped women (and people in general).

Jesus was seen as radical for allowing women to follow him (Mary Magdalene & I think Joanna was one I heard about too). Women were a great help in the spread of Christianity. There was a correlation of better treatment of women and the spread of Christianity.

I’m getting the sense that you believe that men are predisposed to violence and cruelty by virtue of being male. I don’t think this is the case at all. Being physically stronger doesn’t correlate to higher levels of aggression. Men have trained themselves into their hatred of women over thousands of years of instilling cultural norms, traditions, and laws that encourage and reward women-hating behavior. They can certainly train themselves out of it, too.

I actually believe people in general are more inclined to selfish ways. I agree that being stronger doesn't mean being more aggressive. I was just saying that humans tend to want power and that having some kind of moral guidelines would help buffer that if not stop it completely.

I don't know if I necessarily agree with this “hatred of women” being the reason for the traditional systems and laws very much. It depends on what we're talking about I guess. Some traditions stick though because they work out pretty well (not all the time, but most of the time). Although we've already gotten past old traditional ways in some areas and it hasn't worked towards our benefit so I'd believe that those traditions were around forever for a reason.

I've seen hatred for the other sex on both sides and some are joking, some are not. For the ones that aren't joking, they definitely need a reality check that airing out their hatred and demonizing the other sex doesn't help anything. It just causes more division and more problems. The sexes are complementary and we shouldn't have so much hatred for one another. Hate the actions done by some of the other sex but not everyone who is that sex. I've seen way too many people throw the whole group in the trash for the actions of one part of the group. It's quite sad.

I appreciate your civility as well. I enjoy these discussions, I think it’s important to understand the perspective of “the other side” when it comes to issues like this. I don’t find it productive to just sling insults back and forth.

I also enjoy conversations that aren’t insults back and forth. These are important issues and division gets us nowhere but deeper down in trouble.

The pro-choice worldview is inherently opposed to human rights. If you have to be something in addition to human (ie, conscious, of a certain age, able-bodied, wanted) to have rights, you do not have human rights. You have rights in accordance with certain accidents about yourself, which are all completely arbitrary.

Either all humans are people or humans do not inherently deserve rights.

[basedhighsenberg]

Tonight at work I had an engaged couple in their 40s come in who have been a regular of mine for a while now.

Every time they come in they, specifically he, asks for me. The guy is a textbook himbo construction worker but he's also one of the nicest most genuine people I've met since working there. Imagine a golden retriever that has been trained to operate a cement mixer.

They come up the counter and he is visibly anxious and turning red. He puts a small box on the counter and starts to say "So this is my mom's ring-" except can't quite finish the sentence and starts ugly sobbing in the store, in front of like a dozen other guests. He continues to take it out of the box while sobbing.

His fiance and I do our best to calm him down. I bring them over to a sitting area and grab a box of tissues for him. Finally he calms down, and he's able to actually talk his ideas through- which are actually very sweet. He goes on to explain that his mother passed recently and they had discussed using some of the diamonds in her old ring for for his future wife's engagement set.

He already had an idea- he wanted to combine two white gold contour bands into a ring-wrap to go with the ring she already had, and wanted to sub out several of the diamonds in the already existing WG bands for ones in his mom's ring. After inspecting the ring and consulting with my jeweler, we decided it was extremely feasible and should only take two-ish weeks.

Before I can use stones from an outside ring though, I have to test them to be sure they're diamonds. So as we do this, he again gets super anxious and starts welling up with tears. Thankfully though, all diamonds according to my tester (and my eye- I can now spot fake shit through a microscope fairly well).

I watch the wave of catharsis role over him like a warm blanket as I tell him the diamonds are all real. He then proceeds to run on a tangent. "is the ring good? Like, did my dad do good? Cause they were poor growing up and they did right by me and my sisters but like, is it a good ring? Did he have to work a lot for it? Is it good? I think it is but I'm not an expert. What do you think?"

It was built probably in the 60s when gold was cheaper and rings were often chunkier. A cathedral style mounting in 14k yellow gold, with three bands of diamonds- one with baguettes on the central cathedral arms flanking the 1ct-ish marquis center diamond, and two bands of round diamonds running below the cathedral arms to give the ring a look like it had two wedding bands joined to either side. It was well made and had weight to it, and all-in-all probably clocked in between 3-4 TDW. A comparable ring like that would probably easily be $10k+ retail in today's market.

So I tell him his dad did good, and he again gets super emotional- but manages to pull himself back enough to calculate the payments with his future wife. They figure out how to make it work, I ring them out and the ball starts rolling. They both shake my hand on the way out and he gives me one of the brightest smiles I can recall seeing anytime recently.

I should mention- his fiance had actually been a regular of the store before when she was married to another guy, who I found out after she left him was extremely abusive towards her. Every time they came in, his vibe was just rancid and everyone could pick up on it. I was happy to learn about her leaving him when she came in and asked me to help her clean up a bunch of jewelry that he had bought her (while cheating on her) so that she could sell it. I was happy to assist.

But, when she and this new dude first met a while later, I thought they weren't long for each other. She's a semi-professional Hispanic woman with 3 kids, and he is... again, a big retriever puppy. You would never picture these two together otherwise.

I see a lot of couples come in that I genuinely feel like are soul mates, or at the very least extremely compatible matches. I also have a lot of couples come in that aren't destined to be together long, and it's apparent within the first few minutes talking with them.

This time though, I have seldom ever been so glad to admit that I was wrong. By any rational measure of thought these two meeting shouldn't have happened, let alone falling for each other and discovering that they work extremely well together. All they want to do is spoil each other, and you can see the love in their eyes when they're talking with one another.

God brings people together through the strangest and craziest of circumstances in a way they never could have facilitated on their own, to form something greater than they ever could make by themselves.

The more I get to see the fruits of that in person, the more I consider myself blessed to have been brought by God to where I am now, to be in a place where I can help people take their miracle and run with it into the sunset.

I don't know if I'll do this job forever. But in the meantime, it sure is good.

[genericpuff]

Life update! This is frankly one I've been trying to avoid but at this point it's kiiinda super necessary ┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴

DISCLAIMER: VERY LONG POST AHEAD. A LOT OF IT IS ME TALKING ABOUT LIFE SHIT OBV. I RAMBLE A LOT AS I TEND TO DO. I'VE BOLDED THE IMPORTANT SHIT SO THAT HOPEFULLY IT'LL MAKE IT EASIER TO PARSE THRU. PLS FORGIVE ME ;-;

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First things first, I quit my job! Or rather, I put in my resignation letter with my current shop, with two weeks notice. Not something I had to do, I just felt it was the least I could do to go out on decent terms (and it means I can honor the appointments I still have booked and use the time to notify all my clients).

There were several reasons for leaving but ultimately it was a personal decision that will - hopefully - allow me to build a better environment for myself within the larger tattooing industry. I've learned through too much trial and error with all the shops (of which there have been 3) I've worked in that I don't particularly enjoy working in one single shop under one single shop owner. It's often counter-intuitive with my ADHD and anxiety, and it's kind of hard to address my mental health problems when I'm still in an environment that exacerbates them.

Of course, this wasn't an "all or nothing" decision because I frankly wasn't giving up a whole lot by leaving. The tattooing industry has been going through some hard times, between The Great Depression 2: Electric Boogaloo and the oversaturation of shops that exist everywhere now (seriously, everyone and their mom nowadays is a tattoo artist). Not only is the industry changing and being forced to adapt, I too have to change and adapt, not just to maintain my place in this industry, but to align it more with what I need within it, rather than trying to force myself to align with what other people often project (and believe me, some of the people in this industry do a LOOOT of projecting, tattoo artists ruined the tattoo industry fr LOL)

So it's scary, but it's necessary. I'm still gonna be tattooing, but I'm doing it on my own terms now. Instead of locking myself down to a single shop environment waiting for the work to come to me, I'm going where the work is, through guest-spotting and expos and whatever other collaborative opportunities I can find, something that I was a lot more restricted in doing with single shop environments.

Also I'm just like, tired of being broke from not getting more consistent work and the shop splits cutting all my generated income in half LOL There's a reason so many artists - even established folks who have been tattooing for decades - are going private nowadays or opting instead for booth rent shops over the 50/50 splits. I could go on for ages about this but I'd rather spare you all the details because they frankly don't matter here and I don't want to dwell.

Buuut making this decision is, ultimately, to address both my exacerbated anxiety from working in a shop environment, and my financial issues from said environment not benefiting me. Especially now that-

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-my roommate is moving out in April! I'm very excited but also very terrified. This will be the first time my husband and I have ever been able to live alone since we started living together some 6-7 years ago. Yeah. As much as I'm a social person, at home I'm a hermit and introvert, and I'm frankly just sick of people who I'm not romantically committed to constantly being around. Even when they're sweet people (which my roommate mostly is) it's still like living around a sinkhole. Sure, it's pretty simple to just walk around the sinkhole and place all your furniture around it and mind where it is at all times, but it sure would be nice if the sinkhole just wasn't there to begin with, y'know?

There are so many things I've been wanting to do and simply can't on account of living with a roommate, projects that I want to pursue, spaces that I want to create for both myself and others. Knowing that she's leaving in April has almost made me even more anxious and impatient, because now I'm actually thinking about all the things that will improve and become available to me just with one less person in the house and I'm DYING for it to finally be reality. I can finally have an actual dedicated workspace area that isn't just a corner of a small den, we can separate our leisure space from our work space, we can decorate the whole place how we want it, we don't have to worry about being intruded upon during our conversations, we'll have so much more counter space in the bathroom and kitchen, we don't have to pray that she's not in the bathroom every time we need to use it because that inevitably means we either have to wait an hour or go piss in the corner toilet shoved next to the washing machines, we can put the doors that originally separated the living room from the kitchen and hallway back up because she had removed them to make space for her 15437281 bookshelves. Much of what I'm describing isn't anything that was her 'fault', it was just the circumstances of living with a roommate which I'm just so excited for my husband and I to get away from.

But of course, her leaving means we now gotta make up for what she would normally cover in bills each month (the biggest of which is obviously rent). And with how dire the tattooing scene has become, leaving my shop to pursue other ventures - even if it costs me more time and money and energy on the forefront to do so - felt like a necessary change, because staying there certainly wasn't gonna accomplish anything, either. The shop kind of felt like a sinkhole in and of itself as well, a bottomless pit of unrewarded effort and stress, weighing down on my subconscious every day. While many of these feelings were largely personal, they weren't helped by the nature of that environment being what it was.

Part of my ongoing treatment for my ADHD is accepting and reminding myself that it is a disorder and that I need to allow myself to walk the path of least resistance, rather than force myself to conform to what I think I "should" be able to do out of the instilled belief that if I can't, I'm "failing". Rather, I need to actually build an environment for myself that doesn't work against me. It's not that I'm failing completely on my own, it's a failure of the systems and environments that I've forced myself to exist in for years. What I'm trying to do is going "against the norm", sure, but for someone with ADHD, going against the norm is necessary because the norm isn't built for me.

Going solo with my tattooing and freelance work might end up not panning out, but I won't know until I try, and for now, it sure beats the path of resistance that I've been drudging through with what's now amounted to very little. Going solo means my time is my time again, as is my work and rewards. As scary as it was to hand in that letter of resignation, I've removed myself from the path that was hindering me and set myself on another that promises, at the very least, change. Whether or not it ends up being beneficial or productive change, well, that's something I'll be finding out as I walk it. At least now I can walk it with my head held high and my hopes renewed.

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It goes without saying that this year has been a rough one so far, and we're only at the end of March. I'm sure most people can tell that I'm not really as "present" as I used to be, especially when it comes to the constant delays in Rekindled updates and lack of posting outside of that. I've been in a state of limbo, where everything and nothing is happening at the same time, waiting for the moment when I could finally make progress (and as I described above, much of that has been tied to my roommate finally leaving). With the move-out date right around the corner, and my resignation handed in, it feels like I can finally start removing things from my plate to make it more manageable, and rearranging everything to include the things I want rather than the tasteless, unfulfilling garbage I've been choking down.

But that leads me to one of the things that will be getting removed from that metaphorical plate.

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Anyone with ADHD and RSD knows that it's hard to be selfish, even when the situation calls for it. But sometimes you have to be, for the sake of establishing and respecting your own boundaries and care.

So, in a little act of selfishness for the sake of self-care: Episode 70 will be going up as soon as it's available, I'm hoping by next weekend at the latest. After that, Episode 71 will also be going out as soon as it's available, hopefully within 2-3 weeks time as has been needed over the past few months. This will hopefully line up with my resignation from my shop.

Following Episode 71, Rekindled will be taking a mid-season hiatus.

I know this kind of sucks considering all the delays we've already endured, but it's precisely because of those frequent delays as of late that a hiatus is sorely needed. It not only gives me time to rebuild a buffer of some kind, but largely to focus on cleaning up that aforementioned plate of bullshit that Gorgon Ramses himself would throw at a wall.

I'm aiming for the hiatus to last between 2-3 months. During this time, I'm hoping that I'll find enough stability in my real life to dedicate time and care to it again. The reality is that a free-time hobbyist project like this does require free time. And that free time is hard to justify when it's all the time on account of lack of consistent paid work. To put it simply, if I don't have a roof over my head, I can't keep doing what I do here. Rest assured, it's not that dire yet, but it would be if I stayed on the same path. Projects like these are at their best when they can just be done in one's free time, for fun, without the stress of mounting bills and other responsibilities piled on top. That pile's been getting pretty high for me lately and now even Rekindled hasn't been safe from it - while the art and story has continued to elevate itself with each new episode, the turnaround time has lengthened and the stress of Real Life™️ outside of it has affected my own enjoyment in making it.

I love making Rekindled. But if I want to keep loving it, I have to put it aside for a bit so I can cultivate a better environment in which to create it in. Ultimately the suffering and spite isn't what makes Rekindled great, it's joy and care. And neither of those things can be committed to it when everything else around me feels like it's been burned down.

I do still have my own doubts with this decision. Going on long-term hiatuses has always been difficult for me, largely when it comes to getting out of them (fans of my original work are all too familiar with this). But I know the circumstances here aren't the same, and that they won't repeat themselves if I don't allow them to. I have far better tools to combat burnout now than I did even just a year or two ago, but one of those tools is drawing boundaries and knowing when to step away.

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This was obviously a VERY long post and I realize with the Rekindled hiatus announcement near the ass end, a lot of people will surely be wondering where tf Episode 70 is LMAO but I'm sure I'll get asks in my inbox about it anyways that I can respond to, and when we actually go on mid-season hiatus, it'll be mentioned properly in the episode itself with a link to this post.

With my roommate moving out soon and my shop resignation now turned in, I feel like now I at least have the mental room to start breathing again, rather than gasping for air. And that will, in the long run, also allow me to create even more cool shit for both myself and all of you :> I do have plans, both for Rekindled after its hiatus and other projects (wink wink), that I now feel like I can start really getting off the ground with the shackles of my living situation and work environment finally loosening. And I do hope that, whenever those plans start to materialize, y'all enjoy what I have in store! It'll take some patience, and a lot of work, but it's work that I'm hoping will pay off in all the best ways ┬┴┬┴┤･ω･)ﾉ

Thank you all for your patience, kindness, and support. I know I've been saying this a lot lately with each episode delay, but I am really grateful to get to create what I do for you all. And I wanna keep doing it. I just can't do it without filling in that pesky sinkhole first (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

[c-monthecob]

Baji Headcanons🐺

⚝ Emma and Draken's kid is convinced he's a werewolf because of his teeth and how good he is with animals.

⚝ Cried like a baby when he had to put down a pet for the first time.

⚝ Everyone who went to his vet school graduation was genuinely confused about how he got this far.

⚝ Whenever he sees a spider he always places it back outside.

⚝ Watched Steve Irwin's Crocodile Hunter every night before bed.

⚝ Took a professor's advice and started creating self-sustaining terrariums to practice patience and tranquility. (It's not working)

⚝ Broke his bones all the time as a kid. The nurses at the hospital knew him by name at one point.

⚝ Family members give him haircare products for every Christmas and birthday. He gives them all away because he doesn't need them.

⚝ On bloody Halloween, his mom filled the pantry with yakisoba for him and waited all day for him to come home so they could eat some together.

⚝ At every meeting, he can feel someone burning holes into the back of his head, but he can never find out who it is. (It's Sanzu. He wants revenge.)

⚝ Eats like he's never been fed before. His mom would smack him when he ate like an animal in public and yell, "Don't have these people thinking I don't feed you!"

⚝ He was a leash kid. His mom could turn around for three seconds and the next thing she new the leash would be lying flat on the ground.

⚝ Had to wear a helmet until he was four. He was a complete danger to himself.

⚝ His mom thought he had ADHD for some time.

⚝ His first word was undoubtedly a curse word.

⚝ Fosters elderly and disabled cats.

⚝ Had custody arguments with Chifuyu over Peke J weekly.

⚝ Groomed Pah's dog Pochi for him while he was in prison.

⚝ Someone told him he had a smooth brain, and he thanked them, thinking it was an actual compliment.

⚝ Every time someone tells him he looks like his mom, it boosts his ego like no other.

⚝ His phone has cracks all over it and black spots that make it hard to see the screen. Don't waste your time trying to tell him he needs an update. "That's what the company wants you to do!"

⚝ Fully believes he's invincible. He tried copying a parkour move he saw in a movie once and broke his tailbone.

⚝ His mother had to get him unstuck from a frozen pole after he tried to lick it. (He thought that only happened in the movies)

⚝ Will do any dare you offer. No matter what it is.

⚝ Public embarrassment doesn't exist to him. He'll scream, "Why are you following me!?" out loud in a crowded store.

⚝ Whenever he acts out, his mom threatens to light his motorcycle on fire.

⚝ Chifuyu made him dress up as Sasuke and Naruto for Halloween

[reachartwork]

what if someone said that they like how microwave dinners lets them have a meal that isn't baby food because they are too disabled to cook normal style. are you willing to engage with the discussion without trying to steelman a point that wasn't being made.

not for nothing but i'm also very publicly not a guy, so don't misgender me next time, and i also don't believe in the Purifying Power of Work Ethic given that I'm still disabled no matter how much you want me to care about The Process. actually, i care about being able to communicate my emotions and aesthetics to other people and the process doesn't really matter to me at all, and your view of art discounts wide swathes of existing celebrated pieces (including, notably, "The Fountain").

what do you think accessibility means? vibes? papers? essays?

[xxcringeizdead666xx]

I. Hate. The “humans” theory.

I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. it. Makes. No. Sence. To me.

Alright. Say Crowley and Aziraphele are turned human. They go back to earth. They get a cottege together. They live a nice, quiet, peaceful life, and then-

oh.oh. Guess we didn’t really think this through, did we?

Their human forms are in their fifties. If we’re being generous and assuming that there is no disease or sudden accidents, they have at most fifty (give or take a few) years.

And THEN-

AND THEN WHAT?!

Since they are human now that means that after they die they go on to the afterlife, which is either HEAVEN or HELL.

Let’s assume that they are both judged as having been amazing people and both get sent to heaven and get eternal happiness or whatever, except NO! No they don’t!!! Because they are in bloody HEAVEN! The place that Crowley, quite famously, isn’t a huge fan of!

Okay, but what if it’s like, the new, reformed version of heaven. Heaven under new management. Say you cut all contact with your family because they used to abuse you. And then, by some miracle, they get therapy and realise how awful they’ve been and they apologise ask you to come live with them in their house again. Would you? Would you go back to the place you were heavily mistreated even if things have changed? Would you want to exist in the same walls you used to be pushed against? Or maybe lets picture a former workplace that go you unjustly fired and then told any future potential employers that you were a shitty employee, even though you weren’t, but they’re mean and powerful so they do whatever including ruining your life. Would you go back if they got a new manager?

And that’s one option. The other is they are once again separated. Do I even need to explain myself?

Okay, let’s toss that whole confusing mess aside for a second.

A human’s life to them is like a bug’s life to us. Now imagine you suddenly had the lifespan of a bug left to live. Imagine two immortal creatures who has existed for over 6000 years. seance before time was a thing! They watched humanity evolve. And through all of that, they were the one thing that didn’t change. They were always there. They saw change, new inventions, They saw empires rise and fall! And then imagine theses immortal creatures having their life cut off to that of a regular mortal. Yes, they have time, but they have so little of it! Every moment will now be a reminder that the hourglass is slowly but surely running out. They won’t see what the next century has to offer. They will never now what next step humanity takes. They will grow old and sick and their bodies will fail and is that really a happily ever after?

And you know what could fix all of those problems I just listed? Leaving them alone! Let them stay an angel and a demon. Let them keep their powers, and most importantly, their immortality. The show has literally proven that this can be done quite successfully!!! Just do what you did last time!!

Anyways, sorry for the long rant and harsh language. I have some very strong opinions. I am HOPING that this is not the route they choose to take in the 3 “season”. If they do, ….. I don’t know what I’ll do but I’ll be very very disappointed with everyone involved.

[ducksido]

how about irish yuu

(Righty-o)

General Reactions

Grim:

“Wait… you have your own weird little magic creatures?!”

“Leprechauns? Banshees? THE HELL IS A PUCA?!”

Refuses to go near Irish!Yuu’s stories after hearing about the Dullahan.

The NRC Student Body:

“Your country is mostly rain and grass? You and Silver must get along.”

Learns about Irish superstitions and immediately freaks out about everything.

“YOU GUYS PUNCHED ENGLISH KINGS?! THAT’S SO METAL.”

Crowley:

"Oh, Prefect, do tell me more about your charming homeland!"

Forgets Ireland exists as a separate country. "Ah yes, a lovely British—"

Yuu glares. "Finish that sentence and you’ll wake up cursed."

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

"So your people ignored British rule for centuries? Admirable."

Twitches at Yuu’s tea preferences. “NO, YOU CAN’T PUT WHISKEY IN TEA.”

Ace Trappola:

“So you guys just fight each other for fun?!”

“Wait, you tell people to ‘catch themselves on’ instead of apologizing? That’s amazing.”

Deuce Spade:

Loves hearing about Irish rebels and warriors. “YOU GUYS WERE SO COOL.”

Somehow starts saying ‘feck’ without realizing it.

Trey Clover:

Learns about Irish soda bread. Immediately starts baking.

“Colcannon? What’s that?” (Tries it and loves it.)

Cater Diamond:

Uses Irish slang incorrectly. "Aye lads, we’re having good craic, right?"

Spams Yuu with St. Patrick’s Day filters on Magicam.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

“Hmph. Your people are stubborn, huh?”

Finds it amusing that Irish mythology is basically “gods fighting each other constantly.”

Ruggie Bucchi:

"Wait, wait—you put potatoes in EVERYTHING? You’re my kind of person."

Teaches Yuu NRC street tricks, but Yuu already knows a few.

Jack Howl:

Horrified by Irish fae stories. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY STEAL CHILDREN?!”

Secretly loves Irish folklore but won’t admit it.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

Impressed by Irish folktales about clever tricksters. “I see we’re kindred spirits.”

Cannot believe Yuu’s people had entire rebellions just because they were annoyed.

Jade Leech:

"Ah, your culture respects mushrooms. Fascinating."

Oddly excited about changelings. "Tell me, do you believe they are real?"

Floyd Leech:

“FAIRY RINGS?! Sounds like a fun place to fight!”

Has no fear of Irish fae. He absolutely should.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim:

“So you guys just tell stories all the time? That’s so cool!”

Immediately asks Yuu to teach him Irish dancing.

Jamil Viper:

"You celebrate by just drinking and fighting? …Respect."

Interested in Irish myths about snakes, then finds out they’re mostly about St. Patrick.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

Shook that Irish myths inspired so many fantasy games.

“Wait, wait, your ancestors believed in ghost horses?!” (Nods in approval.)

Ortho Shroud:

"Your people feared the color green?"

Confused but supportive.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

"Your land respects the fae? And fears them? How wise."

Wants to visit Ireland just to see the castles.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Knows Irish history. “Ah, I fought a few of your warriors once. Good times.”

Thinks Yuu’s accent is ‘delightful’ but mimicking it horribly.

Silver:

“Your stories are… unnerving.”

Keeps mistaking banshee stories for bedtime tales. Bad idea.

Sebek Zigvolt:

"YOU RESPECT THE FAE?! EXCELLENT!"

Has an identity crisis when Yuu says Irish people don’t like loud talkers.

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

Raised eyebrow. “Your people use beer as a skincare ingredient?!”

“Your legends about beauty interest me.”

Epel Felmier:

"Your warriors fought shirtless? That’s hardcore."

Tries to use Irish slang.* It’s a disaster.

Rook Hunt:

“AH, THE IRISH! The poets and fighters! What a passionate people!”

RSA & Noble Bell

Neige:

“Your country looks so green and magical!”

Wants to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with Yuu.

Chenya:

Steals Yuu’s lucky charms. Literally.

Rollo Flamme:

Disapproves of Irish drinking culture.

Horrified by Irish fire festivals. “You set WHEAT on FIRE?!”

Meleanor & Young Lilia:

Meleanor respects Irish battle queens.

Young Lilia wants to fight an Irish warrior.

More Irish!Yuu Chaos

Casually mentions cursed fairy forts like it’s normal. Has the thickest accent. No one understands them. Refuses to let Crowley call Ireland "British." Gives everyone random Irish nicknames. Says "feck" instead of swearing.